Ada yang tengah meroyan pendapatan kakitangan kerajaan tinggi (referring to usaha Ceupecs mengesa kerajaan perkenalkan elaun bandar besar), sila google tangga gaji gred 17-41. Secara telus gaji pokok dan elaun2 terpampang secara jelas dan telus. Bonus mereka tak lebih sebulan gaji dan pernah selepas era Tun Mahathir ada tahun yang tak ada bonus. Selepas penelitian itu mungkin anda akan insaf.
Dakwaan kakitangan kerajaan malas dan sebagainya amatlah dangkal dan menyedihkan. Ya saya akui ada. Tapi sebahagian kecil sahaja. Sama seperti swasta juga. Janganlah guriskan hati mereka2 ini yang telah mempertaruh nyawa mempertahankan negara ini, menjaga keamanan, menyambut kelahiran, mendidik anak-anak dari tadika hingga menara gading dan ‘unsung heroes’ yakni pegawai2 sokongan.
Kalau ingin berjaya, keluarlah dari kerja swasta tersebut atau pergilah segala macam latihan dan bantuan kewangan yang ditawarkan. Kejarlah grant bagi perniagaan ataupun ikuti kemahiran teknikal. Jika tidak, dan masih tidak berpuas hati, pergilah hijrah mencari pekerjaan dan pengalaman ke negara maju atau timur tengah. Hujan emas dinegara orang, hujan batu dinegara sendiri…..
Masalah
‘target panic’ adalah berkaitan dengan ganguan psikologi yang mengakibatkan
seseorang pemanah itu hilang kawalan dalam melakukan rutin memanah yang
sempurna. Masih belum ada lagi kajian secara terperinci mengenai masalah ini. Ia
biasanya berlaku dikalangan keseluruhan pemanah kategori compound Kelab Memanah
UiTM Pahang, tetapi hanya 5 kes sahaja dibincangkan kerana terdapat catatan
lengkap. Penulisan ini bertujuan untuk meneroka masalah ini dan merungkaikan bagaimana
masalah ini dapat diatasi dengan jayanya di UiTM Pahang. Kaedah penyelesaian
ini boleh digunapakai dan dijadikan asas untuk penambahbaikan oleh
jurulatih-jurulatih memanah di UiTM Pahang khususnya dan di semua peringkat
secara amnya.
I speak to all of them everyday, yet none of them really know me.
The problem I have sits in the spaces between,
looking into their eyes, or at a name on a screen.
I took a step back, and opened my eyes,
I looked around, and then realised
that this media we call social, is anything but
when we open our computers, and it’s our doors we shut.
All this technology we have, it’s just an illusion,
of community, companionship, a sense of inclusion
yet when you step away from this device of delusion,
you awaken to see, a world of confusion.
A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered,
where our information gets sold by some rich greedy bastard.
A world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion,
where we share all our best bits, but leave out the emotion.
We are at our most happy with an experience we share,
but is it the same if no one is there.
Be there for you friends, and they’ll be there too,
but no one will be, if a group message will do.
We edit and exaggerate, we crave adulation,
we pretend we don’t notice the social isolation.
We put our words into order, until our lives are glistening,
we don’t even know if anyone is listening.
Being alone isn’t the problem, let me just emphasize,
that if you read a book, paint a picture, or do some exercise,
you are being productive, and present, not reserved or recluse,
you’re being awake and attentive, and putting your time to good use.
So when you’re in public, and you start to feel alone,
put your hands behind your head, and step away from the phone.
You don’t need to stare at your menu, or at your contact list,
just talk to one another, and learn to co-exist.
I can’t stand to hear the silence, of a busy commuter train,
when no one wants to talk through the fear of looking insane.
We’re becoming unsocial, it no longer satisfies
to engage with one another, and look into someone’s eyes.
We’re surrounded by children, who since they were born,
watch us living like robots, and think it’s the norm.
It’s not very likely you will make world’s greatest dad,
if you cant entertain a child without a using an iPad.
When I was a child, I would never be home,
I’d be out with my friends, on our bikes we would roam.
We’d ware holes in our trainers, and graze up our knees;
we’d build our own clubhouse, high up in the trees.
Now the parks are so quiet, it gives me a chill
to see no children outside and the swings hanging still.
There’s no skipping or hopscotch, no church and no steeple,
we’re a generation of idiots, smart phones and dumb people.
So look up from your phone, shut down that display,
take in your surroundings, and make the most of today.
Just one real connection is all it can take,
to show you the difference that being there can make.
Be there in the moment, when she gives you the look,
that you remember forever, as when love overtook.
The time you first hold her hand, or first kiss her lips,
the time you first disagree, but still love her to bits.
The time you don’t need to tell hundreds, about what you’ve just done,
because you want to share the moment, with just this one.
The time you sell your computer, so you can buy a ring,
for the girl of your dreams, who is now the real thing.
The time you want to start a family, and the moment when,
you first hold your baby girl, and get to fall in love again.
The time she keeps you up at night, and all you want is rest,
and the time you wipe away the tears, as your baby flees the nest.
The time your little girl returns, with a boy for you to hold,
and the day he calls you granddad, and makes you feel real old
The time you take in all you’ve made, just by giving life attention,
and how your glad you didn’t waste it, by looking down at some invention.
The time you hold your wife’s hand, and sit down beside her bed
you tell her that you love her, and lay a kiss upon her head.
She then whispers to you quietly, as her heart gives a final beat,
that she’s lucky she got stopped, by that lost boy in the street.
But none of these times ever happened, you never had any of this,
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss.
So look up from your phone, shut down those displays,
we have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Why waste all our time getting caught in the net,
as when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regret.
I am guilty too, of being part of this machine,
this digital world, where we are heard but not seen.
Where we type and don’t talk, where we read as we chat,
where we spend hours together, without making eye contact.
Don’t give in to a life where you follow the hype,
give people your love, don’t give them your like.
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined
Go out into the world, leave distractions behind.
Look up from your phone, shut down that display,
stop watching this video, live life the real way.
