Team building, Basis Consultants
Feist - Secret Heart
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Team building, Basis Consultants
another mile traveled by Maryam Hamzah at 1:11 PM
Friday, May 15, 2009
multi disciplinary project this semester.
yeah, i remember the other reasons I wanted to take AQS1301 now and not then.
Maybe its the warmer climate
Tell me if I'm going crazy
But everything you said amazed me
Seems to easy on the ear to
Be something I should adhere to
played squash again today. wasn't as tiring as the first time. another item to add to my long wishlist - a squash racquet.
plucking flowers. plucking flower petals.
Up, down, higher higher, and falling, faster, deeper, and landing harder
a cat chasing its tail, while pawing at a mouse
that secret, bubbling and boiling, bursting and finding its way out
glorious in its invisibility, yet torturous in its supression
speculations and doubts, casting those fishing lines, numerous, and each one baited with a piece of yourself
until there's not much left for everyone else
Read The Life of Pi, and loved it. Especially Chapter 56.
(The Life of Pi by Yann Martel is available in the light reading area of IIUM Library)
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
am i standing still
beneath the darkening sky
or am i standing still
with the scenery flying by
or am i standing still
and at the corner of my eye
was that you
passing me by
sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow
my allusions are deeper than what i publish, for some reason, its the things i don't say that mean more and are what i really want to say. hmm.
another mile traveled by Maryam Hamzah at 11:56 PM
Sunday, May 3, 2009
When is a hint really a HINT?
Disregard the date I wrote/drew this, because it applies all the time, no?
another mile traveled by Maryam Hamzah at 10:56 PM
Friday, May 1, 2009
My previous post wasn’t entirely accurate. Some things just can’t be put into words, or at least, I don’t know how. And I realized that happiness is much harder to describe than sadness! I want to wax lyrical about something but it would never be enough, never perfectly capture what I’m feeling. And that’s why this blog has been relatively barren, except for the odd poetry here n there.
That’s another thing. When structured words and paragraphs won’t do, I resort to abstracting my emotions through a jumble of amateur verses. Because in poetry, the meaning of what I’m saying is not finite, you can understand it the million subtle ways I intend you to, or make up your own mind. It gives quantifiable words to what I’m feeling without limiting their scope of inclusion. but at the same time, I'm not sure how long the happiness will last, because its not guaranteed that the happiness is really yours to keep, and because after a high you can only fall down low right? And now I am rambling again.
The holidays are fast coming to a close and the new daunting semester awaits. So lets do a quick recap on last sem and the holidays, shall we?
Things that made me happy
- making new friends – inside and outside campus
- traveling, near and far, road trips, visits, and car rides in general :)
- finding my voice :D
- Nature – water, land, and most of all, the sky and its beautiful alluring contents
- Discovering connections and similarities, accepting differences
- Outings, outings and more outings with friends, friends and more friends
- Increased confidence and social-ness (that isnt a word, is it?)
- Music, everywhere
Things that weren’t so happy
- workload = stress
- the absurd number of sleepless nights
- my grades
- my increased dependence on others for so many things, emotional, spiritual, mental, financial, educational, you name it.
- losing touch with some of my old friends
- my lowered standards especially in academics. Hate myself for that
- less time spent at home
- the things in me I still haven’t changed
another mile traveled by Maryam Hamzah at 8:29 PM