something is best left in the mind as tacit knowledge, and i will keep it in my almari besi, and the rest can just be shared here in my gerobok kayu.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I met my headache
Today i met the son of the devil from Kelantan. Yes this date 17 of August 2008. After so many years of being very careful and shunt all possible and eligable person just to ensure i do not get hurt, i was hurt on the same date by this particular person.
Gerobok Kayu, in Malay simply mean: a cupboard. In it we put in everything we love and like to keep. The rest we throw it away in a garbage bin. As oppose to an Almari Besi, a cupboard is supposed to be friendlier. Anyone can see what is in it. Just like a Gerobok kayu, in term of the size and the openness to let others see me, i am here writing about my unconscious, subconscious and conscious ideas, hopping to say something very smart and impress others. I have a dream, I don’t want to be popular, but I want to be remembered after I am dead. Like Socrates, Aristotle, Jalaluddin Rumi or Tunku Abdul Rahman or even Hitler or Radovan Karadzic, whom people will always remember their contributions to the society, be it good one or appalling. I realized I cannot create democracy, nor establish a new regime call communism and claim it is my idea or become head of state of a country or have a thinking of a Sufi, so I have to come out with a statement which is very smart so people will remember me for it. If everything else fails, then all I want is to be a happy person, and be remembered as someone very happy. By the way, i am very sensitive, and i like to stay that way.
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Was it M*ke?
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