Saturday, 26 November 2011

What is your new year resolutions?

FYI, in the Islamic Calendar, a new day doesn't starts at 12am but starts during dusk after sundown. (traditionally marked in line with Maghrib prayers time)

As you can see in my blog's calendar, today is the last day of our Islamic Calendar of 1432 Hijra, and tomorrow would bring us to a new year of 1433AH (anno Hegirae), and the best part of it is it means that tomorrow is a holiday for us all in Malaysia. Who doesn't love holidays right?

So just as celebrating traditional Gregorian New Year's Eve here, the new year itself indicates the new chapter in one lives, and thus the most popular thing that occurs in one's mind is making new resolutions for the new year. Fortunately, I didn't make any new resolutions prior to the coming of 2011AD back then therefore I'm really excited to make one at this upcoming 1433AH.

So expecting that I would spill all of them here in my blog?

Certainly not! That's one secret I'll never tell. But if it ever accomplished - my resolution that is - then I'll promise that all of you would know it eventually. And don't forget to make yours!

X.O.X.O Happy New Year everybody!!

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

What the final epic of the clash of the titans taught me.

Malaysian Team celebrates its victory against Indonesia in the final match of football's SEA Games at Bung Karno Stadium, Jakarta, Indonesia. Harimau Muda won 4-3 in penalty round after the match ends up with tie 1-1.
- taken and translated from Berita Harian Online.

Dubbed as the Malaysian football hero, he saves the penalty kicks of Indonesian Ferdinan Sinaga in which opens the path for Malaysian glorious victory.
- taken and translated from Berita Harian Online.

Its already the second day since the glorious victory of our Harimau Muda Team against Timnas Garuda of Indonesia in an epic battle of Final Football SEA Games at Gelora Bung Karno Stadium, Jakarta. And sorry to say, again it was the Malayan tigers who end up having a garuda barbecue on the field, and thus eliminating every glimpse of Indonesian ego that had once ruled the stadium.

- pictures taken from Berita Harian Online.

And what's best about the game is the magnanimous publicity as well as the attention it gets - not just from the Ultras Malaya and the Laskar Garuda but also to all Malaysian as well as Indonesian regardless to whether they actually like watching football or just enjoying the controversy and the tense atmosphere it develops prior to the clash of the two archipelagoean titans.

You don't heard it wrong. Watching Malaysia and Indonesia in a football match is like going to a battlefield!

And for me, who doesn't even know (or even care that is) the jersey color of Chelsea and Man U (if they even had any specificity on it), it never troubles me at all. What's the best about these match is a sense of patriotism it develops within the respective countrymen itself.

We are so patriotic in a way that we never burnt anybody's flag (except Israel), we never use any alphabetical words (especially F) towards other country openly, and throw stones as well as lashes mockery towards our competitors are definitely out of our agenda. Yet we've proved to be a triumphant!

Thousands of Indonesian fanatic supporters "welcoming" the arrival of Malaysian Squad at the entrance of Gelora Bung Karno Stadium.
- taken and translated from Berita Harian Online.

Our silence against all the provocation sparked on us by our neighbors proven to be worthy. In that solitude of silence, we unite with each other through our heart; not through our mouth, and definitely not with goddamn laser or even bamboo sticks! Instead of blustering out curses and insults, we swallow every scorn of their hatred with silence and great endurance, ready to strike at the right moment. We believed that our victory - if God's permits it - would show them who's actually worthy to be called a champion.


Even for me, the sheer scale of feeling that our beloved country's dignity is at stake pounds in my heart at that night and its weight rests on the shoulders of our young yet promising tigers.

In the end, its also proven that God is also on our side. The prayer of the one's whom suffers yet endures proves to be more powerful than any form of insults and disrespects one's does to satisfy his or her vengeance. God showed us how they've become a loser which not just literally in the game - which nevertheless is still just a common game - but most importantly in their morality and virtues.


Tuesday, 15 November 2011

What kind of product are you?

Have you ever wondered what's your true purpose in this life? 

Have you ever wondered while you're doing next to nothing at your couch, or just laying in front of TV and let it watch you snoring horridly and woke up in the middle of the night, going to toilet, and then thinking that there's nothing that you've achieved until that very moment in your lives other than adding fats on your body or just leveling up in some online games that everyone but you cared less of?

Have you ever felt that you're living in your own world, blissfully unaware that the world which you share with people around you a.k.a reality is so messed up that it can be only be comparable to Futurama's episodes?

Well, sadly I've been there, and done that as well.

For one thing that I've realized in this life is that like me, almost everybody in this God's forsaken earth has their own vision - if not fantasy - in this life. Everyone wants to be someone, wants to do something, wants to accomplish some goals, and most importantly - everyone wants to achieve a degree of satisfaction for their respective life - a so-called purpose of their lives.

And through these dreams and vision, eventually many people strive to achieve it in many different fields and levels. People eventually try to find their true potential and harnessed it for the betterment of the society, or in more proper term to fill in the job spaces that adequate with their talent and skills.

Sadly, even though these so-called "striving for success" theory are so basic that you'll even find them like... everywhere! - even in the Playboy Mags where words are less likely to be given attention - yet in the end, it seems that success only touches just a handful of those dreamers.

So where would it be wrong? Does this so-called dream of ours are just a merely fiction, or it's just a "societal opium" that had drugged and make people hallucinating of things that can never be true? Or its just a matter or dealing and placating with our own deficiency? Or they're just merely meant for those who's have the power wealth and influences in order to achieve it?

I'd asked myself all these questions, yet the answer is just a simple NO. After all, all the blaming is not for others except for mine alone.

I was the one who kept doing nothing.
I was the one who kept holding things that I want to do.
I was the one who kept placating myself for believing that there's always more time to finish everything, so just do nothing instead.
I was the one who choose to be a dormant instead of striving to achieve my goals in life.
I was the one who abandoned God's teachings and commandments, yet still imploring for His providence.

So in the end, all of these are just an indication on our levels might be - a justification on what we had done for the past previous years since we have achieved puberty and what result that we had achieved from our memories in contacting with all the things around us. Simply say, what we feel and be right now is the end-product of our own experiences.

So are you a resilient good product, or just a by-product of others that gave no impact to others than your own self? Never stop asking yourself of who you are in this life, and eventually you'll be striving for the best answer that you could imagined. 

But still, what kind of product you are determine your significance in this world - in which eventually results in your level of satisfaction for your life.

Wah! suddenly I'm sounding more of a motivator, like I'm a great product of my own - with the ironical fact that my life is quite in a mess right now - if not totally malfunctioned - and no satisfaction guarantee - with so many delayed assignments etc - with dreams yet to come --


Monday, 31 October 2011

My Enemy

It's very dark and gloomy outside the apartment, and the rain still showers over the glass panels outside the balcony, which gives me as chilly mood as well as the atmosphere. While I'm noya-ing while looking at the Chinese soap opera, I feel a sudden feel of calm deep inside, as I've heard the famous Fantaghiro's Mio Nemico that warmth my heart deep inside. So let me share it here.

Mio Nemico
(Sound Track from Fantaghiro Sequels by Amadeo Minghi)

Original Lyric Translation

 Chi amo ed ama me
 Mio nemico amaro gioia
 L'amor non ha piû pietâ
 É nemico mio
 Ma che amo puô ferirsi se
 Si aprirâ la ferita in noi

 Dal petto l'amina
 Puô fuggirgli ed io
 La colgo io la rapiró
 E sara mia e la mia la sua
 Mio nemico sa d'amare me                
 Tu lo sai che ferita ê

 Col respiro a me
 A te cutturerô
 Col primo e l'ultimo

 Mio nemico sei
 Tutto il bene mio
 Col cuore e l'amina

 Anche tu lo sei
 Che ferita é
 Tu (lo) sai

 Io t'amo e tu ami me
 Mio nemico e bene mio
 L'amor non ha piû pietâ
 Ê ferita in noi

 The one whom I love, loves me
 My earnest enemy pleasure
 Love hasn't got compassion anymore    
 He is my enemy
 But what I love can hurt itself when
 The sore gets open in us

 From the breast,the soul
 Can flee from him and I
 Take it (the soul), I carry it off
 And it will be mine and from me his
 My enemy knows to love me
 You know which sore it is

 With the respiration to me
 You and I will capture
 With the first and the last

 You are my enemy
 All my purity
 With the heart and the soul

 Also you are it
 Which sore it is
 You know

 I love you and you love me
 My enemy is my purity
 Love hasn't got compassion anymore
 It is the sore in us

Friday, 7 October 2011

What you do is what you get.

Hello again to this peaceful (a.k.a lonely!) world of me. Well, I liked it that way since I hate trafficking as well as people questioned the obsoleteness of my blog, as in my Kaperskye and maybe, my brain as well.

Okay, for the antivirus, I really cant say much since the Kaperskye that I've used had been busted for having an illegal serial number code (since I'm using the hacking version of serial no.), which blocking my access to update my virus definition on Kaperskye's website. BUT, for everything else that happens around me, well that is already under update-in-progress, as in my mind and for this blog as well.

So what's new to chew?

Well, for starters, I've already continuing my second semester for this year! Wasn't this sounds exciting..? XD

Okay, moving to the important part.

So what's this title of mine is all about? Am I going to give a "lecture" about Karma today? Not at all. Karma, as all of you might already known, is something that is created not to be learnt, but to be experienced by all people around us. Well, hardly ever peoples just sit silently in one corner and do nothing, right?

So whatever that you might do to yourself or more importantly to people around you eventually determines what your fate later on.

And the example is so resilient, that I myself cannot help to fathom it with a feeling of ironic, and maybe some glimpse of sympathy too to the person whom actually came across it. This happens to a person who's known for her extrovert and maybe a some degree of eclectic. Hehe. Suddenly by using the words makes the story sound funny. But nevertheless, it never started like one.

Well, to put things simple, it started when I've realized that suddenly I was being removed from her FB. Just wondering in which way I could have any wrongdoings towards her is a big mystery, but then I've just realized that I'm not the only one whom are on her expulsion list. Nevertheless, I'm really not quite bothered by it though, but now it seems that karma has its own way of getting squared with peoples.

And in the end, the person whom are being removed subtly or rather virtually from everybody's BFF list is no other than her. Ouch! That must be throbbing, at least deep inside. And now I'm realizing that when people says that "nowadays God punish whom He disfavors in CASH" is actually comes from a true story!

So by the believe of that, I want to open the second story that was more sadistic than the previous one but sadly its still on karma's pending list of retribution: OUR FRIEND'S A SNATCHER!

Yes, you heard it right. There's a thug inside the house, and he's still lurking freely! Creepy.

Initially, the unlucky events started when one of our friend, L is coming here together with his new Sony VAIO laptop. But it wasn't long until suddenly the laptop is disappeared is just one day! Well, to assume that the house had been broken into is quite unacceptable since my laptop that was put at the hall with others are untouched while his laptop are much more secured inside our room. So most likely to happen is the perpetrator is the one that lives inside this house a.k.a our housemates a.k.a our diploma friends.

And to think that we're already knowing each other inside and out, shares bitter sweet moments together... well now we're know that's 3++ years of friendship still just not good enough, doesn't it?

Regardless of all our efforts to detect whose actually behind all of these, which includes getting the help of 4 ustazs to oversee for any sign that shows the actual person plus using our own self-made Yasin water to give to each of the housemate after they all takes a Quranic oath of denial, the perpetrator is still live well, somewhere. Well that's just something isn't it?

Now everything sounded like the drama Pretty Little Liars that I watched every Monday nite, and it really effects the lives of all the member of this house, and me as well until I was greatly moved to write this poem as a tribute to him - the liar who's still free inside the house.

I Wonder
by Tsukasa

I wonder why a person can be mean,
He tells fairytales, but the truth is unseen.

Why he says God is all-knowing and supreme,
Yet he incurred His wrath, unexpectedly on a whim?

Okay maybe this poem is actually written for my literature class. Hehe. But what's wrong to kill two birds with one stone?

So now as a result, I think from the perspective of the perpetrator himself, he must be feeling good right now, as no one have any proof for his crime and he may as well also thinks that God is certainly on his side, if he ever believed in one. Well for me that is, he's just lucky because his retribution is just pending, but it most certainly absolute.

If my previous friend whom had done a simple thing that might hurts the feelings of some people around her gets to be paid "handsomely" in the end, then what to be expected from those who aren't just hurt his friends feelings, but rather making a hell towards his life and future as well??

“Don't get too comfortable. It's not over until I say it is.” - A

"So don't feel relieved yet, bitches! Coz the ultimate retribution is just one step away towards you." - S

Friday, 22 July 2011

Haunted Houses of Shah Alam: Part I

 Assalamualaikum w.b.t 

Today I  would like to share with you out there about some horror stories that I've learnt here during my stay here at Shah Alam. Shah Alam is really well known for its ghost stories - some are more popular than the other. So what I'm going to do is, I want to share with you the details, as well as infamous encounter that associated with it, and the rest is up to you to decide. Okeyyh..??!

Okay, now let us imagine ourselves as a ghost hunter team and let us explore the realm of the unknown... *hearts pounding*

First Stop: The "RM50" House, Seksyen 2.

Well, this is one of the most popular stories regarding of haunted houses in Shah Alam. And maybe some of you might wondered why its been named so? Just read the following story below, which is translated from its original story in Malay. BASED ON THE TRUE TESTIMONIAL (at least I think so).

The actual "RM50" house that was claimed to be haunted. Until now no one ever dares to rent it. But recently when I passed in front of the house, the owner had already cleaned it up, repaint the outer wall and cut off some of the branches of the tree. Could it be that this house is being open back for renting again...?
9 years ago I’ve got an offer to continue my study at UiTM Shah Alam. So, as usual the first thing that’s on our mind back then is where to live in since we does not being offered a hostel. So after a while searching and scanning around Shah Alam with my friends, we’ve finally got a rented house around Seksyen 2. It’s not far from the Wet World (which is familiar to most Shah Alamians).
The house is a typical two-storey bungalow with 4 rooms – 3 rooms upstairs and 1 room downstairs. To cut the story short, we moved into the house with mixed feelings: happy, weird, stifling, all into one. Why do you ask? 
  • First of all, the owner only asks us for RM50 only for the deposit and the first payment of the rent will be collected starting at the second month of our settlement there. That means the first month would be FOC. (Sounds incredibly odd, since that house is really big!)
  • Secondly, the owner does not allowed us to bring too many personal items or furniture into the house, afraid that it would be difficult to bring it out from the house, in case anything happen…(anything like...???)
  • Thirdly, there’s one big Ara tree beside the house, which is so big that the branches itself is creeping into the upper room’s window (scary!).
During the first night we spent there, we barely sleep because we are so busy loading our personal items inside the house as well as watching Korean DVD. The horror starts at day 2, and it doesn’t wait until nightfall for it to happen. Our friend, whom we called Azmi dagu is the first victim.
During that time, which is estimated to be around 10.30am, Azmi suddenly wake up and rush to the toilet due to stomachache. But when he reaches the downstairs toilet (the upstairs one is broken but the owner had promised to fix it later), the toilet is locked from inside. He waited for quite a time but the person inside the toilet does not going out. So in the end he’d run out of patience and starting to yell in front of the toilet door, asking the person inside to finish up quick. His yelling caught everybody’s attention so everyone is waking up and went to see what the commotion is all about.

Guess what? All eight of us are there outside! So who’s using the toilet?? Strangely, we can also hear “somebody” inside the toilet flushing, as like “it” already finish up. Lan, the bravest of us all (maybe due to the fact that he’s a bugis descendant), pull the toilet door violently until it is forcibly opened. Surprisingly, from the mark left on the door’s lock, it indicates that the door was really locked from inside. In the end, because of scared, Azmi cancelled his “plan” that morning.
And that night is the worst night ever.
That night, when I was sleeping soundly at my bed, suddenly "someone" pull both of my feet until I fell onto the floor, and my head hit first! At first I really pissed off because I thought that this is one of the pranks done by my housemates, but strangely when I got up, no one was there but Lan, whom are sleeping soundly on the upper bed. At that time I don’t think he’s the one who done it since he’s still sleeping without realizing what happened.
When I got out from my room, I heard my friends were laughing downstairs. Then I saw them, watching DVD movies at the living room. Puzzled, I went back into my room when I suddenly realized that Lan was also with them!
Then who’s is sleeping soundly above me??

With eerie thoughts starting to pour down into my mind, I gather all of my courage to see what is the “bumps” under that blanket that I’ve been mistaken before as Lan. I pull down the blanket and guess what?? What is lying under the blanket is an old and cracked tombstone and suddenly my room was covered with an awful and disgusting smell, like a smell of a corpse!
Then you can guess what happen next. I dashed away so fast that I couldn’t even feel my feet touching the floor. I ran away from the room towards my friend at the living room to tell them about what I've been encountered just now, but to my surprise no one is there!
Just guess where they are? They’re already outside the house! Obviously it’s not just only me who am being disturbed that night, and they don’t even bother to call me when I'm still sleeping upstairs! Damn!
After they consolidated me, who are still in shock of what happened, we’re deciding on what to do next, since right now it’s already 3am. One of us proposed that we ask for the Imam there to help us, with one problem – we don’t know where exactly his house is. We also considered to ask the help from our neighbors, but sadly either side of the house is occupied by Chinese residents.
In the end, Salleh proposed that we stayed up until morning at a restaurant called Hakim's. Sounds a good idea but the problem is neither of us are in full apparel, so reluctantly we went back into our house to get some clothes, wallets and motorcycle keys.
Because only Bob’s and Naim’s room are located at the lower floor, so we’ve decided to just borrowing their clothes for the night, as no one have the guts to go to their rooms upstairs. I also left out my wallet upstairs, and we’re all agreed to use Naim’s money first. Thankfully, our motorcycle keys are hung at the wall near the main entrance.

But as we went out from the house, our friend Wak suddenly noticed that there’s a pale little girl standing from the kitchen, smiling and waving her hand on us. As I’ve seen the reaction on Wak’s face – pale and stiff– I also saw her. I almost feels like shitting off when seeing her grimly smile from afar. My knees trembling with fear, even when we'd already arrived at the restaurant!!!
When we arrived at the restaurant, all of us started to pour down each version of our own stories, including me. Started with Wak, he told us that at about past 12 midnight, as he’s busy downloading songs during that time, suddenly someone cast a stone to his room’s window from outside. When he peek out from the window to see what’s going on, he saw a girl sitting on one of the Ara tree branches just next to the house – in white-yellowish and ragged clothes – with long hair! The scariest part is that the girl is watching directly to him, smiling!
Shocked, Wak quickly closed the windows and rush out to my room. But to his surprise, there’s another ghost – with apparition of a small boy – standing in front of the room’s door. So as he’s desperately searching for an escape, he jumped out from his window straight to the ground.
Thankfully he just had minor splint on his foot.
Then it was Azmi dagu's turn to share his story, in which he started with telling others about the “girl” that he saw at the kitchen, in which most of us had too. But for me, I know that girl is merely a human because I swear to God that I didn’t see her feet! My other friend, Sam told us about his encounterment with a ghost at the ceiling of his room, as when he opened his eyes, the ghost really located eye-to-eye on his face! So in the end, everybody experience something inside the house.

Then it was my turn to share my own experience, and I told them everything that I could remember – from the part where my feet is suddenly being pulled by someone from my bed until the part when I saw them all watching together DVD at the living room – before suddenly Azmi cut off my story and asked, “when on earth do we all watching together DVD downstairs tonight..??”.
It turns out that no one was watching DVD, or even hanging around together at the living room that night!!! So “who” is the person that I’ve seen that night..?? My feet trembles like hell after that.
As we’ve busy sharing experiences between one another, suddenly we smelt on something weird. It turns out that the smell is coming from Azmi, who have already so scared that he actually peed in his pants! Luckily there weren't so many customer at the restaurant that early morning. What an embarrassment! Then I noticed that Sam is wearing unmatching slippers.
Suddenly the freaky atmosphere that hunts us before turns out to be somewhat funny.
As we laughing on them, then we realized that two of our friend is missing: Salleh and Naim. Only six of us are here: me, Azmi dagu, Sam banjar, Wak, Bob and Lan. Of all the six, only Bob is carrying his cell phone, so we used his cell phone to call Naim but no one answered. Same goes when calling Salleh. After that Lan take the cell phone from Bob, whispering something on it (maybe reciting some verse of the Holy Quran), and finally asking Bob to call Naim again. Bob called and open loud speaker so that we all could hear.
And then the phone answered – not from Naim but what we could hear is a sound of a woman shrieking eerily from the other side of the line! The shrieking sound becomes louder and creepier that it gives me Goosebumps. All of us are just speechless.
In the end we decided that we want to wait until dawn here before we went to search for our two friends. After hearing the freaky shrieking on the phone, no one dares to speak up… until dawn!
We finally left the restaurant at 7.30am. I don’t know about the rest, but my heart is pounding rapidly at that moment. When we reach at the front gate, I see that our front door as well at the main gate is opened widely. If a thieve see this and have the guts to enter the house, I’d say he’ll definitely becomes rich as all the laptops, wallet as well as our cellphones are all being left out in the open. My goosebumps aren’t fading.
At first no one are brave enough to enter the house. Suddenly Bob’s cellphone rang. I’ve already feeling noxious, and hoping that it wasn’t the ghost's calling, asking us to enter the house. At last Lan answers the phone, as he is the bravest of us all. The call was actually came from a hospital, claiming that Naim is at the emergency room. He was involved in an accident. The hospital said that they founded missed calls from Bob’s number in Naim’s cellphone, and that’s why they called him. Now I understand. But remembering the creepy calling incident before, somehow I felt weird, and scared.
Suddenly everybody’s feelings become mixed up and awry - either goes and pays a visit to see Naim's condition at the Klang Hospital right now or search for Salleh first, which are still missing. At last we called the house owner and see how things go. As for me and Sam, we decided to go to the hospital while others search for Salleh. If Naim’s injury seems really bad, then we will ask the others to come as well. We all place our fate in God. On the way to the hospital, in which I can’t even estimate how fast Sam rides the motorcycle, I still have bad feeling that this was not the end of it, yet.
Arriving at the hospital, we look straightly for Naim. Suddenly we feel shocked and traumatized as we see the condition of Naim, whom is seriously injured and his feet is completely pulverized. The doctor said that he’s being mashed by a car or something – a case of hit and run. When seeing the bloodbath that almost covered his wounded body, my instinct tells me that he wouldn’t make it.
As for my friend Sam, he cried continuously and couldn’t bear to see the condition of our dying friend. Even the doctor said that he’s breathing towards his end, and there’s nothing could be done with it. I sat beside Naim, since he’s still can talk, barely. He says sorry to me because he said he had caused everybody in trouble. He repeatedly apologized but at that time, I still cannot understand what he actually meant by saying so.
At last, he died in vain. I gathered up my last courage to call and inform the others about Naim’s tragic death. I see Sam helplessly lied down at the balcony, with red swollen eyes due to too much crying. Not long after that, Naim’s parents came in. I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer so I asked Sam to go back to Shah Alam.
When we arrived at the house, I’ve seen that there’s so many people had already came in and help us finding Salleh, but to no avail. We had searched for him at every corner of the house. At last, there’s an Ustaz (Muslim scholar) that I couldn’t remember his name, which offers his help to us and finally after Asar (late evening) we found Salleh sitting on an anthill at the back of the house. The weirdest thing is that we had already searched at that place for about 5 or 6 times before, and I swear that no one was there! But we do not think much about it, as we really felt overjoyed and thankful to finally found Salleh back.
After that, we decided to move out from the house at that very instant. Lucky for us, there’s one vacant house-to-let available at Seksyen 7, near the back gate of the university. So we moved there, taking also with us Naim’s possessions. To be frank, I really pissed off with the owner of the house, whom hid from us the fact that his house is actually haunted. Now all the mysteries of why he offers us the house with an extraordinary unbelievable offer had been answered, and it cost us our dear friend in the process.
After that incident, I had a fever for 3 days.
And Naim’s body are safely buried at his hometown at Raub, Pahang.
After a week had passed, all things had turned to normal in our daily lives in the new house, except for Salleh who always complaining of having constant aches around his body. Finally, I've got the nerve to ask Salleh what exactly happen to him and Naim because before Naim died, he had told us to ask Salleh about a secret – a secret that might triggers the events that happened that night.
Then Salleh told us the truth.
It turns out that during the first day we moved into the house, Naim and Salleh had done something dreadful. Without our notice, Salleh had brought a hoe to the back of the house and hack the anthill* that resides there (the same anthill that we located him after he’s missing). And for Naim, he blatantly pawed the already damaged anthill with his feet. Maybe that’s why his feet are severely crushed during the accident, I thought.
Then Salleh continues, that during that horror night both he and Naim was also being disturbed, but when others are already leaving the house, the ghosts hunts and follows them until they reaches the main road. They’re so scared at that moment, and ran aimlessly towards the middle of the road. Suddenly, without notice one car suddenly emerges and hit both of them. He was knocked towards the roadside, but the unfortunate Naim was thrown to the middle of the road. Then another car came in and squashed Naim’s feet.

Then he said that he was unconscious until the very moment that we’ve found him that evening. The weird thing is, how come does he ended up sitting on the anthill inside the house, since he’s already claiming that both he and Naim had already ran as far as reaching the main road?? (Nearest main road from the house is either at Persiaran Dato’ Menteri or at Persiaran Masjid, which both are quite far) And then why only Naim suffers the worst of them both??
At last, my questions are answered. Not long after that startling revelation, Salleh suddenly had fallen ill. I don’t really sure what disease does he suffer from but after 3 months enduring pain, he follows Naim's footsteps. Even Salleh's family as well as the doctors that treated him had no idea of his illness. But I pretty sure that it had some connection with the anthill that he had dug before.
For the others, we all managed to pay our last respect to Salleh during his funeral. The most sentimental among us is Bob, since he’s the roommate of the late Naim before. I can really feel how devastated he is during that moment, deep inside. We all cried as we lifting together Salleh’s body during his funeral. It was such a heartbreaking moment.
In the end, me, as well as Azmi dagu, Sam banjar, Wak, Bob and Lan are all managed to finish our study and graduated successfully from the UiTM. And for Naim and Salleh, memories with you will lasts forever within us, as well as that ferocious night that can never be forgotten.

* In Malay cultures, as well as Southeast Asian Cultures, things like anthill as well as big trees are associated with spiritual beliefs, as those places are believed to be the residential areas of the spirits, or Jinns. That's why most Malaysians think that these places must not be disturbed and best avoided as possible, or it would bring disaster to the one who intrudes them (the spirits).

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Monday, 18 July 2011

Clean up your own mess, pleasee...!

It's not cute to be in a mess, Garfield! *LOL*
Today when I'm waking up from my slumber beauty (which is at 11:01am exactly), I couldn't help but to notice how mess it is the things that's around me. It's already giving me an annoying surge of mood to start my day that I would think that it's better for me to just continue closing my eyes for a few more hours, intentionally to buy more time to avoid from facing what's already in front of me.

But after so much of quarreling with myself, in the end we (me and my slothness) reaches an agreement: to get up and hang the laundry that had already finish in the washing machine.

So lazily, I went to the washing machine, get my laundry and brought it to the balcony where it would be hanged - just to realize that the balcony is like a shipwreck! With newspapers all over the floor, cigarette butts, tissue papers and others that I could think of!

Suddenly this annoying-and-gloomy mood that I've already feel when waking up just now turns to a new level, raging-and-wanna-kill-someone.


If words are really mightier than the sword as some people claimed to be, I may have already killed someone this morning.

But truly my conscience still holds the upper hands. As it hits me, I've just realize that how I act upon seeing this bunch of littered items in front of me is just reflecting on how I act when facing with the obstacles or the so-called mess of my own life. I've realized that all these while, I've always closed my own eyes whenever I'm facing problems, and hope that one day it would found itself a solution.

But reality doesn't works in that way.

It also incurred in my mind that when we face something unpleasant, we tend to find someone to be blamed with instead of seeking a solution to overcome it. We tend to find an excuse to evade them, or just simply to makes us feel good. That's what we always do - finding others to take the faults for us and just runaway or playing ignorant from the problem we faced in any way possible.

Okay, maybe this sounds like an overstatement, but if we always tend to seek and to put the blame on others for all the mess that we've incurred in our lives, it's might as well as be better if we just put the blame on God Himself, no?

What gain comes from pointing finger towards others?
You'll get four other fingers pointing back at you!
So what should we do? Everybody has their own mess to face with - that's what we've already known. Some people chooses to sweep off their mess under the carpet, covered it up in any way possible and act like nothing had ever happened. But what we don't see (or choose not to see) is there's no good things would come from a single mess. They doesn't realize that this one little mess would eventually turns to be a molehill - one cover-ups would eventually leads to bigger cover-ups - until in the end the burdens becoming unbearable for him to endure.

Then who's gonna clean up the mess?

Eventually, you'll realized that no benefit comes from finding excuses. In the end, instead of blaming and scolding others, which eventually leads to "blaming-each-other war" and cold war afterward; it is far more easier is you - yourself - push your own butt and use your own might to clean the job yourself. The results would be far more satisfactory, as the results is according to what you've expected. Sounds simpler and easier, right?

And for those who are responsible for the mess but had already being spared from the worst (being "killed" that is), don't ever EVER think that you doesn't done anything wrong as no one blames you or criticizes you for the mess you've caused. Instead, be sensitive to your surroundings.

If people cleaned up your mess willingly without any complaint, it doesn't means that they enjoyed doing so and therefore you've unofficially got a new maid. Thinks that your friend is just simply giving you the message that, "I hope that you would learn from this and be alert next time, or there would be no next time for you after this."

Nevertheless, people's patience has its edges, and it won't be far from reaching that point if you keep doing the same mistakes over and over again without any efforts of correcting it.

So before other people started to "remind" you of the mess that you've caused, PLEASE start reminding yourself first. No one likes to scold and to keep reminding others of their mistakes, especially me. And PLEASE start giving more attention to your surroundings next time, will you?

Just a friendly reminder from me, for all of you whom reading this and most importantly - for myself. Peace!

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

☼ ♥ ☻ ♫ ♥ ♪ ☺ ♥ ☻

Katy Perry Firework Lyrics
The third single of the album "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry.

 Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through

 Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

I just love this song! So that's why just sharing you the video is just not enough. *chuckles*. Anyway if you want to hear the mp3 version of it you can just press the button below (then we can karaokeing together gether lo!):

Anyway, enjoy yourself ok! Coz I know I do *LOL*

Tuesday, 5 July 2011


Assalamualaikum and a very good Tuesday morning to all. Well, its sad today that I'm not in a very good mood. God's know between the disappointment that I've waking up early today (5.30am) yet missed to perform Subuh in jama' (because I continue to sleep again, just to wake up at 6.45am!) and the thought of going back to work today (God do I really hate this job or what!); I've encountered something really shocking, yet it came out perfectly good timing for me to publish this post.

When FBking, do you've ever encountered an experience of getting KICKED OUT of someone's friend list? Well I do, and it happen in this very morning. I've already realized the she (yeah, this is not about you Syed.) already kicked me out in her friend list like weeks ago. Thanks to FB which sometimes publishes the comments of our friend on his/her other friends that's unrelated to me, and to me surprise suddenly I'm like unrelated to her. WTF!! (and I'm not using the word Fish btw)

Well, eventually my conscience tried to justify her actions by giving me a list of possibility that might occurred and induce her to act in that kind of way. At first, I just think that maybe her FB is being hacked in some way, or maybe his BF just doing that to make her pissed off. But that's just seems illogical, since the target is only me and him and also her. Or maybe one day she'd having a bad hair day like me right now, and instead of writing a post to "nail" someone unilaterally, she's preferring to randomly removes her friend from FB, and I'm just the unlucky one who's on her cursor.

Well, either way, or maybe there's some other logical explanation that I'm really looking forward to - it doesn't really affected and changed much of how I'm feeling right now - SENTAP and disgust!!

Okay, let me tell you, 1st and the foremost all - I hate being rejected in any way possible. Yeah, I'm quite a pusher when it is about myself, but mostly I'm rather quite lenient in handling matters that I feel very important around me - such as friends, family, etc. Therefore I would like to keep myself open to all possibilities and consequences that might occurs around me, as I don't want to be disappointed if things doesn't go in my way.

Therefore it can be said that frankly I'm not that mad at her, as these things might just happen in our lives whether we like it or not. But I can't help to wonder on why does she removed me from her FB, and she even removed me from her fan page that she created. How can't I become snapped by that! She's my friend for God's sake, and I would definitely like... seeing her in the next 4 years! So of course I feel outrageous by the occurrence!

Yeah I know that now MAYBE she's already on the top of her career, as she has a flourishing business and was well known so therefore MAYBE she's just thinking that some of her friends had annoyed her or just impotent and therefore she can removed them anytime she likes. Well, who can blame her? She's a DIVA. But I just want to remind her, that "pride comes before fall". One day you maybe on the top, but next day who knows what his you. Ironically, I took that from one of her favorite quotations.

If you're in my shoes, how do you feel...??

Such a big headed gurl you are, more that now you've becoming the Queen.

But in the end you're dethroned. How ironic.
Btw, I'm not praying for her downfall or such, its just that like I said before, I've just encountered this when I'm not in the mood for it and therefore my emotion as well as my hormones is well over my conscience. So no heart-feelings okay, just heart broken right now. But it'll be okay sooner than you've expected. Like Nabil once said, sometimes happiness, sometimes sadness - that's what life is all about.