Thursday, October 11, 2007
After 1 whole month of fasting in Ramadhan, it's finally time to celebrate.
I'm not going to state the most cliche thing here... (be merry, enjoy yourself, drive safe, all those things)
I just want to say Sorry for everything that I have done; words, actions, anything that could have left a scar in our fragile yet precious friendship.
In Malay terms; Maaf Zahir dan Batin, dari hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki aku mintak ampun dan maaf.
Selamat Hari Raya guys, we deserve to be happy.
But don't take the happiness for granted, because you never know when it will be snatched away from you.
Take care, drive safe!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
1 week away from Aidilfitri and i still haven't finished my assignment
This has got to be the worst assignment given to me; or maybe due to my lack of preparation; or both
I can't find the 10 Government Trust Funds in the internet nor the library
When one of my groupmate found some, we lost the question paper and now we're clueless as what to do next!
The due date is tomorrow
We even thought of not handing it over and face the prospect of failing the paper
I don't think i'll fail though; this is my second sitting and i'm quite confident in it
But my other groupmates; they're in a limbo
Fine, i'll do what i can and just hand it over
Monday, September 17, 2007
Well, that's the most basic thing to do if you want to achieve something
Once target is recognized, you develop methods of achieving them. Simple.
I consider myself successful and content with my life after i managed to do all these listed:
1-get my father a brand new expensive dream carMost are very difficult to achieve, i know. Impossible to some.
2-buy my mother a new huge wonderful house
3-hire maids to do all the housework for her
4-sponsor my sisters to study overseas
5-pamper my wife like a queen (princess if she's sensitive about her age)
6-(probably impossible, but since i love her so much...) get a great grandchild for my maktok.
7-retire with so much money that i can afford to go to Makkah every month till i die...
But i consider the first 4 high priority.
Never will i be satisfied with my life if i don't achieve those targets, by hook or by crook i will achieve them.
That's all for the day.
Haven't blog for quite a long time.
Consider that a warm-up.
Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan
Saturday, August 25, 2007
1.) Fine : This is the word women use
to end an argument when they are
right and you need to shut up.
2.) Five Minutes : If she is getting
dressed, this means a half an
hour. Five minutes is only five
minutes if you have just been
given five minutes to watch the game
before helping around the house.
3.) Nothing : This is the calm before
the storm. This means something,
and you should be on your toes.
Arguments that begin with nothing
usually end in fine.
4.) Go Ahead : This is a dare, not
permission. Don't Do It!
5.) Loud Sigh : This is actually a
word, but is a non-verbal statement
often misunderstood by men. A loud
sigh means she thinks you are an
idiot and wonders why she is wasting
her time standing here and arguing
with you about nothing. (Refer back to
#3 for the meaning of nothing.)
6.) That's Okay : This is one of the
most dangerous statements a woman
can make to a man. That's okay means
she wants to think long and hard
before deciding how and when you will
pay for your mistake.
7.) Thanks : A woman is thanking you,
do not question, or faint. Just
say you're welcome.
8.) Whatever : Is a women's way of
saying F@!K YOU!
9.) Don't worry about it, I got it:
Another dangerous statement,
meaning this is something that a woman
has told a man to do several
times, but is now doing it herself.
This will later result in a man
asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's
response refer to #3.
WOMEN are the most complicated creature on EARTH! even their daily words are cryptic!
no offence; just very unique
Saturday, August 18, 2007
got the time but prefer to do something else.
lots happened lately, no time to tell.
summarize.in numbers.the orders doesn't represent time line.
1-got into a fight with a friend.(more like a one sided fight really, me as the punching bag)Other than that, all fine and dandy.
2-discovered new things, new theories, new principals.
3-found out girls fall in love very easily (a little sweet words, WHAM!) , hypocritically, even after saying how love sucks, yadda2 bull-shit!
4-Football season! EPL! Yeaaayy!
5-ManU absolutely sucks! Them and their big mouths and ego....
6-Arsenal! Hleb! Fullbacks! Clichy! Fantastic start...
7-Test week.FAR400 sucks.Decided to take MIA/CIMA mgt pro after graduate.Hate Financial Accounting.
Oh yeah, MUET problem.Called MOM, confirmed correct address.Postman didn't send my slip.
Lazy to update blog.Always something better to do.Sorry to disappoint.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
But when it comes to studying time, usually in the room there will be me, john, n Qba.
From 8 onwards it is studying time.
I call it peace n tranquility time. Nothing but music on john's computer and the constant beep from Qba's phone...(not constant; frequent! no, always!)
That's peace n tranquility, to me of course.
We don't talk. We don't speak to each other. We don't communicate.
Only for the first 5-7 minutes!
After that hell breaks loose!
There will be singing, laughing, shouting due to mounting tension n the seldom sound of John playing PES (he's LOUD and unruly when playing that game...)
I don't mind.
This is why I decided to stay here.
I HATE peace n tranquility. I HATE quiet.
I can never sit quietly for more than 10 minutes. Studying is a stressful activity. I have to let off steam frequently or i'll blow up.
Boys in general have a short attention span.
We can't stand sitting n study for a few hours straight. We don't do that. We CAN NEVER do that.
This is how I study. This is how we study. This is how BOYS study.
That is a fact.
BOYS WILL BE BOYS, there's a huge gap of differences between us n the girls with our behaviour n attitude towards study.
If you're saying that's why the boys are left so far behind by the girls i have to disagree. We believe our youths should not be spent on studying only.
Unlike the girls who thinks their lives depend on their results, we boys think that experience is the most important thing. It doesn't mean we abandon studying completely, we just study CASUALLY. What's the point of stressing yourself when you can have fun at the same time?
Look, it's 110 am, have classes at 1030 am n i need to catch my precious 5 hours sleep. We'd love to sleep more than that, but our fear of lecturers deterred us from extending them. Besides, they made us do labor work by giving ridiculous amounts of assignments to complete in a short period of time.
I love sleeping.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
klu x pasal yuran murah, tobat ak x masuk uitm!
setiap taon ade je masalah. menyusahkan pelajar @ klien mereka!
nak suruh ak drop lgi paper sebab x boleh dftr???
tolong jgn buat aku mencarut. x elok.
o yeah, masuk klas repeaters nih bwat ak rase pandai lak.
1st time rase camtuh.
is it me getting smarter, or the others are just plain stupid??
x patut betul la aku nih...
Friday, July 13, 2007
Aku x sedar alarm hp aku, mak aku plak ingat aku punye kelas pukul 1030!
Bangun2 tu terus mandi pastu blah x sarapan.
Gelabah punye pasal, sampai kt jejantas SS19, jam macam ape, aku pusing balik. haha!
Tetibe rasa lapar, ye la x sempat sarapan, pegi kedai mamak Fawwaz kt SS14. Mee Goreng mamak die sedap.
Kat sane terpikir plak pasal orang yang selalu kate Malaysia ni ade racial harmony.
Ade jugak yang kate racial disunity ataupun unfair treatment to minority (hal bumiputra semua tu)
Aku kate Malaysia ade racial harmony.
Ade beberapa tempat yang patut dilawat untuk membuktikannya:
1-Kedai mamak - kita order benda sama, makan benda sama, minum benda sama, kadang2 duduk pun sama2. Terima kasih kat mamak!
2-Kedai gunting rambut - kat Subang Jaya, banyak kedai dipunyai orang india. Yang gunting rambut aku semua orang india. Barber favourite aku pon orang india! Kat kedai 2, melayu, cina, india, mat salleh pon ade lawat.
3-Sekolah Kebangsaaan - contoh terbaik la. Kat sane la kita dididik untuk berinteraksi sesama kaum berlainan jenis. Belajar bersama2, main bersama2, gelak bersama2; semua bersama2! Aku ada banyak kawan bukan melayu. Diorang jugak antara faktor utama aku ace English. Thanks pals!
Mungkin ada lagi tempat yang x disebut tetapi memainkan peranan yang sama. Kalau korang ada tempat yang aku x sebut, sila2 lah beritahu.
Lain tempat, lain demografi penduduk dia kan?
Kira x semua dapat merasai bergaul dengan pelbagai kaum seperti aku. Alhamdulillah aku membesar di Subang Jaya di mana Melayu adalah kaum minoriti! Membuat aku berasa patriotik pulak.
Bersatu kita teguh, bercerai kita roboh.
ps - tahniah kepada Erin sbb dapat masuk ASWARA. Akhirnya aku ade kawan penari! Ada gaya!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
You combine those two, you get a killer combination.
I'll give you an example:
Me :Puan, saye kene masuk 3 kelas berbeza sebab ade pertembungan jadual.
PnShuk :Ok, biar saye tengok. X boleh. Kamu ambil 8? PSA? Kamu CGPA berape?
PnShuk :kamu kena amik teras 6 subjek teras je. x boleh 7. buang 1 subjek.
Shocked! Knees start to tremble. Why? I want to take 8!
Me :tapi kredit saye cukup.
PnShuk :kalau pandai sangat xpe! ambik 7 je. improve your cgpa.
"kalau pandai sangat xpe!" a smack in the face doesn't hurt this much. damn. Words that hurt. It is also the truth.
that's the death kneel for me. 2nd blow after rejecting my 8 subject application.
"Class A,B and C are those who failed FAR400" What?! 'We' are grouped now, eh?
"Stupid people to the left. Bright students to my right please." (imaginary dialogue)
That's a kick on the shin. (that's the most painful. Trust me)
If its Pn Roszila, she would consider my application. She knew me better. She's the one who granted my application to take 9 (yes! 9!) subjects in my final Diploma year. I repaid her faith by not failing any paper at all! 2 killer subjects, passed!
Seems can't blame Pn Shukriah though. She knows nought about me. She is also right. damn...
I don't know why i'm so weak in FAR. Failed TWICE.
I don't know why i'm so weak in my studies either!
Was an excellent student in Secondary School, before I went to MRSM.
That's when it went downhill perhaps.
Culture shock. Fast pace. Surrounded by excellent individuals. Just too much for me.
Now i've lost my faith in accountancy. Can I be an accountant? With results like this?
What would the interviewer think? "wow! C's and F's. Will be an excellent employee!"
Get my Degree, done. Join me fly a plane, anyone?
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Korang xnak pon aku nak tulis gak. Saje. Hehe
Aku pegi ngan mak aku je. 2 orang.
Bertolak 11/6. Berapa hari? 14 rasenye.
Haha! Tu la pasal. Da lambat2 camni baru nk cerita balik. Lupe la.
Kami berdua ikut rombongan Zahafiz. Ibu pejabat die kt Shah Alam. Femes jugak la.
Ahli rombongan tu penuh ngan lecturer dan pelajar UiTM, di antaranya keluarga En Juhari; lecturer QMT yang tercinta! (haha!)
Kami naik kapalterbang Boeing 777 (1st time gak!) milik MAS.
Bertolak malam, sampai di Jeddah pon malam. 8 jam.
Sampai di Jeddah, naik bas pula ke Madinah al-Munawwarah. 6 jam dalam bas. haha!
Alhamdulillah! Cantik! Bandar tersusun dan terjaga.
Hotel pon agak mewah. 3 bintang rasenya.
Subuh dapat sembahyang kt Masjid Nabawi besok paginya.
Masjid Nabawi dekat aje. Kat belakang hotel. haha!
Ya Allah! Cantik x ingat! Dalam sejuk! Fully air-conditioned! Carpet! (mestila, ye x?)
Sedap betul sembahyang kat situ.
Pastu waktu Zuhur, Ustaz kami bawak lelaki lawat makam Nabi Muhammad kt dalam.
Kat sebelah makam, Taman Syurga! iaitu Raudhah!
Sempat la jugak ak sembahyang hajat kt situ.
Tempat mujarab doa.
Alhamdulillah. Korang di dalam ingatan dalam hajat tu...
MasyaAllah, bukan senang nak sembahyang situ! Sesak!
Pandai2 je aku mencelah. Tunggu giliran. Ustaz tolong banyak sekali.
Raudhah ni kalau x silap aku laluan Nabi nak ke Masjid dari rumah setiap hari.
Kat situ la ade Mimbar Nabi, Mihrab Nabi.
Masa sembahyang hajat tu, posisi aku seperti berikut:
Kiri - makam Nabi
Belakang - tiang taubat
Depan - Mimbar Nabi (x silap la. sori)
Lawat masjid pertama dibina, Masjid Quba'.
Pastu Jabal Uhud (tempat perang Uhud)
Maqam Syuhada (syahid perang Uhud, ada juga kubur Saidina Hamzah)
Masjid Qiblatain ataupun Masjid Dua Qiblat. Tempat Nabi disuruh tukar qiblat dari Masjid Ansar ke Kaabah masa sembahyang.
3 hari 2 malam je kat Madinah.
Pergi Mekah al Mukarramah.
Lepas Zuhur kt masjid, aku mula berpakaian ihram dan kami bertolak ke Mekah.
Berniat ihram/umrah di Bir Ali.
Perjalanan 6 jam.
Sampai lepas waktu Isyak.
Lepas bersihkan diri (masih dlm ihram), ustaz bawa kami umrah.
1st time, mmg gelabah takut buat silap!
Ya Allah, ramainya makhluk Allah beribadat sekali!
1st time nampak Kaabah. (Alhamdulillah. Ingat 'x nampak'!)
Tawaf 7 kali, Sai'e 7 kali, balik hotel!
Aku dpt umrah 6 kali, mak aku 7 (jgn tye knape. heheh!)
Tawaf sunat dpt la 2 kali kot.
1st time tu p ikut ustaz, kali yg len bwat sendiri.
Nk p Miqat tu slalu plan awal2. Geng sape nk p skali.
Sebab p slalu nek van, klu cukup 12 org dpt la 5 Riyal sorg (RM1=1.08 Riyal)
Miqat slalu kt Tana'im sbb plg dekat.
Kt sane, 1 bde je driver paham; "Haram!" (maksudnya Masjidil Haram la)
Time umrah, Alhamdulillah dpt sembahyang kt Hijir Ismail (mujarab doa), belakang makam Nabi Ibrahim, cium Kaabah (Hajarul Aswad x dpt, ramai sgt)
Org Malaysia dilyn mcm VIP, guard arab kaabah suka jemaah kite sbb x amal bidaah (raba2 kiswah, cium makam, lap baju kt makam/kaabah/hajarul aswad)
Jdk senang aje klu nk p tgk Makam Ibrahim, dpt pusing 3/4 kali nk tgk puas2. Klu ngr len kene halau dah! x kasik dekat pon!
Selain drpd umrah ngan ibadat sunat, byk jugak aktiviti ktorg ikut serta.
Pegi ladang kurma (penuh 1 kotak produk kurma mak aku beli! berat!)
Ladang unta (susu die sedap, kulit unta kasar...sbb kuar dari batu kn??)
Muzdalifah, Mina, Arafah...byk khemah tetap. Ustaz kate 'berpenghuni' sbb lame sgt tggl kosong!
P Jeddah; lawat Masjid Terapung, Masjid Qisas (tempat laksana hukum Qisas; seram woo!), pasar2 die, kubur Hawa...
Jeddah ni bandar artistik, byk arca. Byk filipino gak (org gaji pak arab)
So, ape bde yg menarik perhatian aku kt sane??
1-driver arab bwk kete mcm x p klas memandu! Gle woo bwk! seram jdk penumpang! x pki signal pon, pki hooooooooooooooon je!
2-Madinah bersih n lawa, Mekah berhabuk n kotor
3-Org Madinah manis n lemah lembut. Org Mekah kasar.
4-Perempuan arab cantik. (aku x nampak sbb pki purdah, mak ak ckp...)
5-xde peniaga/driver/pekerja perempuan. Isk3...
6-peniaga sana tau ckp Melayu/indon. Nombor smp 10 je la...
7-diorg x tau jage kete. mentang2 murah...byk kemek2.
8-kereta plg fofuler, Toyota. pastu Chevy, GMC, Honda. xde pon Wira...heh.
9-Mekah sgt panas! max 49C!
10-jemaah Iraq, Iran bwat kaabah mcm sdiri pye. sukati je nk langgar/halang org...
11-Pas sembahyang xde doa pas sembahyang. tgu solat jenazah.
12-Solat jenazah untuk 4-9 jenazah setiap 5 waktu! byk tu...
smpi ctu je la kot ak cter. ade la yg tertinggal2.
almaklumlah lame da cuti tuh. da start klas da pon.
xpe, klu ade bde yg teringat balik, nnt aku update.
terima kasih sbb membace.
PS-balik2 je, bace paper Henry pindah! Haru btul time tuuuuuuuuuuu!
Friday, June 8, 2007
Is this true?
I do not know for i have not experienced it.
My own interpretation says;
'To a man, love is folly, not important, i can live without it, it is not a necessity'
'To a woman, love is very important, the reason to live, the essence of life, i can't live without it'
It's a one-sided affair, i say.
The other side waves it off as something distracting while the other deems it as important as their own precious life.
I find it disturbing.
I visited 2 blogs today and it proved the quote on top. The writer to both blogs are lovers.
The male's blog contains his everyday life, his university life, his work, sports, etc.
The female's blog contains about her everyday life, her friends and HER LOVE LIFE.
In every post of the woman's blog contains at least a mention of her beloved boyfriend.
But, in her lover's blog, only ONCE did i stumble upon the name of his lover's name.
Acting more professional maybe? maturity?
When i look at my parents, i say to myself 'that's how i want to love and be loved'
Married for 21 years (i'm 20), they still cuddle and send love sms to each other (my dad works in sarawak). My mom can't live without him, and that makes me worried.
But when i look at people these days, it makes me want to take back my words.
It's shocking how young people these days treat love as if it is like a tissue; they use it just to wipe their runny nose. Once you feel comfortable, you throw it away.
I grow sick and tired of hearing my friends' stories of their love life.
It never reached a happy ending. It's always the usual "we're just not meant to be", or "we're incompatible" or "we don't share the same interest".
Do they ever try making it work?!
Noooooooo. Instead they'll just find another one. and another one. and another one....
The male treat it like a sport.
The female treat it like a dress.
If love is as flimsy and fragile as it turns out to be, then i'd rather have none of it. I'd rather devote myself to my god, family, friends, and finally money as it makes people around me happy.
So, why should I bother?
Simple. Not exactly. Strange how it works. But it does.
Writing is a form of expression. Better than talking. Because you don't feel shy. Or stupid. No one looks at your face. They don't count your pimples while you talk. No they don't! They just read. Slowly. Leisurely. They understand. Now they know. Magic, right? Unless they don't read. Now, that's a problem. Wait a minute. No it's not! Usually, people who don't read are ignorant of their surroundings. Don't be offended. If you feel offended, it means you're not one of the ignorants. You read this, right? Good for you! Automatically you've filtered the idiots...that's just too rough. Don't call them idiots. The I-don't-like-to-read. That's better.
Do you want me to continue writing?
I feel like it. It depends on my mood.
But if you like my blog, I'll write more. But you'll have to inform me. Leave a comment. Highly appreciated.
it seems kind of cliche these days; dark is a colour for masochists, the depressed, the suicidal...anything that is not-so-good.
i beg to differ.
i think dark colour is special.
a white dot on a piece of dark (black?) paper becomes instantly spotted.
that's the real reason for the existence of dark colours.
it highlights. make it recognizable. easy to spot. in other words, i can see you!
if only everything around me is black, then i'll be the white spot.
everyone can see me. everyone can recognise me. i'll be special.
unfortunately (or rather, fortunately) the surroundings aren't black. it's colourful.
i'm being selfish. i can't get everyone's attention. do i want to? i think not.
i'll try to blend in. it's not easy.
it seems everyone have their own groups; the dark white with white, the yellow with yellow, the blue with blue...(no. there are no blue people. i'm trying to say something. understand)
what colour am i?
the dilemma with young people these days; trying to find their inner self, their purpose of living, all these stuff.
if i don't know to what colour i belong, that means i'm in trouble.
do i jump ship to which is more popular? what's in or out ?
nah. i'll find it sooner or later.
people say be yourself, that works best.
i think so too.