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Mighty Jacksparrow is an Earth-based sub-intergalactic blogger who enjoys writing and in the same time entertaining his ever-amusing will-kill-to-read fans with sensationally hilarious and at times dramatic musings. This blog offers endless ideas and results; they might be charming most of the times but could be offending in some others. Therefore, it is always noble to remind that if you enjoy the pieces, carry on reading, but if they upset you, do quietly leave like the evening breeze and not like exploding diarrhea, which exactly what you will look like if you ever lose it on me. Enjoy! :D

Friday, May 27, 2011

People Come, People Go

Looking back at times, sometime I wonder how did I get here in the first place.

Twenty-six years of being alive so far, from which the clock is ticking as we speak to make it another complete year, I have seen so much, been into so much, hoped for so much, earned so much and lost so much. The mould that shapes me constantly change from all kinds of feedbacks I received from all my doings, changing me as a result into someone different each coming day. What I was yesterday, however identical, may not be exactly similar person as I am today.

My constantly-changing self has so far confirmed to be my only driving force that continues to push me forward to achieve what I have yet to. Sometimes my hopes were beyond the stars, sometimes they were right beneath my shoes. Despite my only self being the dominant being that strives to obtain things I have always wanted, things may still be the same now like ten years back if not for some very significant people I have got myself surrounded all these times.

Family members, friends, fans and foes; the people that have kicked me forward whenever I stopped and the people who have caught me whenever I was passing so fast. These people meant a lot, however negative they were to me, and I owe them a lot of credits for creating what today I believe to be my own adult, mature person.

If not because of the supports I received from my family members, I would have broke down so badly back then that at this present time I could have been a stray dog living a hell of a life by the street waiting to be hit by a passing car in the middle of the night.

If not because of the advices and care I received from my close friends, I would have not be so clearly focused, educated and critical as I am now. If not for them, I would have ended up a failing loser somewhere along the way when I was in my undergraduate studies back then. The supports I continue to receive from them even when this entry is written, and how could I not be more appreciative.

If not because of my fans who some do visit this site almost every day just to give a visit (or leave some traces in the Feedjit tracker) and read whatever things I wrote here, this blog could have died long ago, perhaps only in weeks after this writing effort of mine was started. I rejoice the warm feelings I get each time I see people coming to this site just to see what have been scripted and progressed to share them with the people they care about.

And now, the most important thing.

If not because of my enemies, I wouldn't have been projected so far above my anticipated barrier as I am comfortably sitting at today. If not because the hatred, the never-ending crushing critics and most disappointingly untrue rumors going around about myself being thrown irresponsibly all these times, I wouldn't have been quite a fighter. If not because of some friends turning foes in the end, I won't be able to identify my true buddies as I fought my way through. And as my father always told me, "you cannot make some friends without making some enemies (note: although this may sound similar to what the movie made for Facebook. com, my father has been telling me this since I was a child)", I began to see the truth when I saw unknown strangers, known acquaintances, and even lovers, became one of the strongest enemies I could have ever had in life. As much as I was utterly disappointed, I was satisfyingly grateful.

Therefore, dear readers, I hope that you do take a look back at times and relate what you are today to the people around you, however their existence status may be at the current time, do contemplate on the effects these people and time have affected you so far. And when you begin to see their contributions, however distinct, admit them and say your gratitudes even when you just do it to yourself, completely unexpressed.

And as you go through the same road today to destinations unknown, bear in mind that in time, there will be more of new people coming, and there will be some people leaving.


And maybe as we speak, it is already going on.



Monday, May 23, 2011

Status Air Paip Mentah Malaysia: Sejauh Mana Halalnya?

Logo Rebutan Ramai


Kejap tadi aku ada lah terbaca satu artikel di Facebook.

Katanya makan ayam KFC itu hukumnya haram atas sebab pemprosesan yang dikatakan meragukan dan tidak menepati garis panduan yang ditetapkan oleh agama Islam. Sebelum ini kita sudah dikejutkan dengan berita yang setengah makanan dan minuman di kopitiam, Secret Recipe, TGI Fridays dan pelbagai lagi jenama kedai makanan segera dan eksklusif yang senang dijumpai di mana-mana sekitar negara dilabel sebagai haram dimakan. 

Selepas satu, satu. 

Sekiranya KFC sudah dilabel sebagai tidak memproses ayam sepertimana yang dikehendaki hukum syara', maka adalah tidak mustahil pihak McDonald, Burger King dan jenama-jenama makanan segera lain mula menggigit jari takut-takut mereka juga dilabelkan sebagai haram. Kedai-kedai lain yang bersangkut-paut dengan ayam, lembu dan pelbagai hidangan berkisarkan ternakan domestik juga mula berpeluh mendengar kejadian yang seumpama menimpa KFC tadi. 

Bukan seringgit dua ringgit punya rugi kalau dilabel haram di negara ini. Hendak pula yang kaki sapu makanan-makanan segera ini hampir kebanyakannya pengguna beragama Islam. 

Maka adakah dengan makan di kedai-kedai makanan berunsurkan hanya sayur-sayuran sudah memadai? Tidak juga. Sudah ada cerita kedai makan vegetarian menyediakan makanan-makanan yang dihidangkan dengan tambahan perisa berunsurkan babi. Sudah satu lagi masalah di situ. 

Dalam sedikit masa lagi, tidak mustahil satu demi satu kedai-kedai makanan yang selama ini menjadi tempat mencekik untuk warga Islam mula diklasifikasikan sebagai haram. Persoalannya, adakah dengan melabelkan kedai-kedai ini sebagai haram dapat menjanjikan satu penyelesaian? 

Orang kita selalunya penuh dengan alasan. 

Jadi di sini saya selaku penulis ingin mengetengahkan soalan yang berikut: selama mana kedai-kedai makan ini telah beroperasi, tak pernah adakah regulasi yang mewajibkan adanya wakil-wakil jabatan agama untuk mengawasi jalan pemprosesan makanan di premis-premis tersebut? Mungkin dengan meletakkan seorang wakil jabatan agama di Warung Tomyam Mak Munah di hujung simpang merupakan satu tindakan yang agak tidak relevan dan amat ganjil sekali, tapi mungkin dengan meletakkan wakil-wakil jabatan agama di tempat-tempat penyembelihan awam dan swasta mungkin sekali dapat membantu mengawal pengeluaran ayam, lembu, kerbau, itik dan apa-apa lagi haiwan yang halal dimakan tapi akhirnya jadi haram kerana matinya bukan disembelih. 

Bukan susah sangat kerjanya. Duduk saja. Matanya saja yang jalan. Tengok-tengokkan kalau sembelihannya betul, matinya betul, prosesnya pun betul. Meskipun terkenal dengan identiti bangsa pemalas, tapi takkanlah kerja sebegitu pun tak boleh dilakukan?

Jangan beritahu yang kononnya tak ada orang, tak ada tenaga kerja. 

Kita masih mengeluarkan pelajar-pelajar dari sekolah-sekolah pondok, tahfiz dan bermacam lagi sekolah berunsurkan keagamaan Islam di seluruh tanah air. Apa salahnya tawaran kerja separuh mahir diberikan kepada pelajar-pelajar ini bila mereka besar kelak, ataupun kepada bekas pelajar yang sudah tentunya telah besar panjang sekarang? Daripada mereka membesar tak tentu pasal memberi ceramah dan propaganda politik, masuk tabligh yang latar belakang gurunya pun lain macam, belajar membuat bom jangka mahupun meletupkan premis-premis maksiat atas nama Islam, bukankah lebih baik sekiranya platform kawalan makanan halal ini diberikan kepada mereka? Sekurang-kurangnya pahala sudah tentu dapat, makanan umat Islam pun lebih terjaga. Gaji pun tetap, tak perlu ke hulu ke hilir minta bayaran ceramah mahupun derma.

Tenaga kerja pun tidak semestinya perlu menjadi seorang yang berkelulusan dari segi akademik agama. Cukuplah sekadar yang agamanya Islam dan boleh diharap menjaga syariat Islam apabila diamanahkan. Ini bukan kerja main-main. Kalau jenis yang mengular, MC sepanjang masa atau jenis yang tak boleh lekang dari Facebook atau/dan Twitter pada waktu kerja, itu boleh dipotong saja namanya dari senarai temuduga. 

Apa salahnya buka satu institut pengajian untuk mendalami pengawalan barangan halal di Malaysia supaya anak-anak muda kita boleh masuk dan belajar cara-cara pengawalan dan pengawasan pengeluaran barangan halal di negara ini? Keluarnya nanti pun bukan kosong -- ada sijil, ada kelulusan akademik, berstatus pekerja separuh mahir, mahir dan professional. Okay apa. 

Dengan ini, jalan penyelesaian yang lebih bermakna dapat diperoleh dan kedua-dua pihak dapat keuntungan yang dihajatkan. Bukankah ini lebih baik dari segi agama, sosial dan ekonomi? Malahan ini juga dapat menepis spekulasi-spekulasi liar yang mengatakan kedai si polan dan si polan itu tidak halal, sedangkan merekalah pengeluar makanan paling halal di kawasan tersebut. 


Apa pendapat pembaca?


p/s: Jangan satu hari nanti sampai air paip mentah pun ada yang mengadu tidak halal. So far masih halal-lah tapi. 


Friday, May 20, 2011

Those Who Do, Those Who Don't

Hello.

[Before we begin, it is vital to note that this post repetitively uses the word 'fuck' and its derivations; those who might find this offensive, please stay away.]

It has really been a while since I last updated. A lot of things to be posted but the time I had wasn't just enough to permit such privilege. Nevertheless I tried to cheat the timekeeper and managed to type something here just so that the blog remains active despite my occasional disappearance. 

This morning I tweeted something that somebody told me in my dream the night previously, and it goes like this:

"In life there are two types of people; those who fuck, and those who get fucked. Which one is you?"

Although the dream I had was still a bit too shady for me to fully remember, but I could recall that the person who told me this was, surprisingly, none other than my own self. Apart from me being too egoistical at times, dreaming about myself telling me myself things gave the impression that it was about time to give my ego a bit of slaps to tone down a little. All I could pull to explain this very strange situation is that I was talking to my own subconscious mind - represented in the form of myself - the main culprit behind all the writings herein lie in time as far as it goes all the way back since I first posted my first blog entry. 

As to go back to the saying above, it could never be more thoughtful. Those who fuck appear to be the most dominant and often seen to practice their power on the rest of the party, also known as those who get fucked. It is not hard to see this in real life situation, where daily we easily see people fucking other people up for some certain reasons that are subject-dependent. In some cases people fuck other people up for good reasons, but most of the time for the bad ones. 

In spite of any reason any of you choose to reason why you fuck other people up (or get fucked, similarly), it is wise to note that the pattern always shows that the practice moves in a circle. For instance, if you get fucked by someone today, you will most probably find somebody else to fuck with, and that person, similarly, will lose it on someone else. To date I am not sure whether the ends of the circle have kindly meet, unless it is proven that there is actually someone who cannot get fucked, hence he (or she, damn you feminine movement) is the biggest fucker among everybody else. 

Sometimes, you don't need to be a villain in order to fuck other people up; you can actually strike against your enemy by fucking them up, provided that they fucked you up in the first place. So in this case, you could be both - the person who fucks, and the person who gets fucked. No matter where you choose to be, you'd still find yourself stranded somewhere in the middle of the cycle, where either way you have to fuck, or get fucked, whichever possible.

Of course there is a pro-and-con in being one of the biggest fuckers, and as well as being the biggest fucked-up. That, I leave to you to think about. 

So here's the question again: 


Which one is you?

Thursday, May 05, 2011

I Need A Damn Job

Alright.

For some certain reasons I know that some of you readers:
1. Are engineers,
2. Work in engineering companies,
3. Have family members/colleagues/lovers/friends/scandals/missus/pimps etc. who are engineers.
If it is not too much to ask, I would like to inquire some assistance in my job application. Should you have any information regarding any appropriate engineering job vacancies out there that include:

1. Engineering bidding & estimation (Mechanical & Electrical, Piping & Instruments)
2. Process piping fabrication (GRE/GRP, Duplex, SS, CS)
3. Offshore facilities (Drilling, production, mud control, monitoring
4. Process & production (oleochemicals, petroleum, wastewater)
5. Heavy engineering fabrication (pressure vessels, jackets, topsides, etc)
6. Energy Generation & Supply (turbines, power plants, alternative energy, hydroelectric)
7. Risk Assessment (inspection, prevention, reviews)

...and anything related to general Mechanical Engineering with specific fields of Petroleum and Renewable & Alternative Energy, please leave some info in the comment section. I thank you so much for your helps.


p/s: this one is real. Don't come out with funny job ideas like being a pirate, a pimp et cetera. thanks.

The Reverse of Love


The reverse of love is not hate. 

There comes a time in some couples' lives where the departure of one party leads to the destruction of another. This departure, often known as a breakup (divorce in some cases), may be voluntary but most of the time were done not in agreement of both party. And due to this departure, each of the lovers, now known to each other as each other's ex-lover, will usually experience mixed feelings. One of these mixed feelings is hatred. 

Hatred is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or class of object [Wikipedia]. In this case, the object is the ex-lover, and the class of object has to be something associated to the ex-lover. At some point, the class of object could jump to the most extreme, and that is how some women hate men and some men hate women - both in the class of gender. It is not impossible for a heartbroken female to swear not to fall in love with men again, not even one of them, only after an experience or two with different men. And of course, the reverse too. 

Aristotle saw hate as the desire to annihilate an object and is incurable by time. This intense feeling of hatred has the ability to grow and get more intense over a period of time, given that the feeling is supplied with necessary amplifications, and due to the fact that it is incurable by time, there shall be no end to it. One can hate one whole life. 

That's their choice. 

But there's a catch to hatred - it consumes energy and inner spiritual solace. No hating men are peaceful inside, and no men who is not peaceful inside, is peaceful outside. The cost of hatred, though varies, is mostly high. This includes the deterioration of self sanity and emotion, and even the physical health. At the end of the day, it can be concluded as a self destruction. The amount of hatred generated may also vary depending on the object the feeling is directed against, but nothing could be powerful like hatred directed against love.

People think that the reverse of love is hate. 

They think that if yesterday they loved their lovers and today when their lovers fucked up (or they themselves fucked up) the lovers decide to leave. and ergo they think that today instead of loving their lovers, they will hate them (now ex-lovers). They think that by hating, they could match the amount of love that was once showered upon their exes. They see it as a way of taking a revenge. They think it worths it. 

But does it?

By loving a person, one will make a room in their head to store memories about this beloved person to commemorate the importance of this person in one's life. We always remember about our lovers, they always stay in our heads. But should one day they leave, do they still deserve to stay in our heads? No. So how do we remove these allocated memories of them away? By hating? Well is it by hating?

No. 

The reverse of love is not hate. It is indifference. To have no feelings at all towards the object one once loved. By hating an ex, it will only make the memories the ex carved in your head during when both of you were in a relationship to be imprinted even more clearer. This shows that everything that they do still matter to you. THEY still matter to you. Because you allow yourself to keep them in your head. If they don't matter to you, then you shall have no feelings for them anymore. Not even hate. 

Nothing at all.

Slowly peace will come to you and all memories will be wiped away in time. You choose not to remember nor having any feeling towards the exes anymore, and this means you are not stranded from any affecting memories, however sweet, however bitter, however memorable. And you will grow into a better person.

When that happens, you are as free as Andy Dufresne:

"...who crawled through a river of shit, and came out clean on the other side."

So don't hate your exes, no matter how fucked up the things they did to you. And don't love them either. Just feel nothing. Nothing at all. 




p/s: my first ex is getting married this Sunday. People ask me what do I feel about it. Well, nothing.