Starting Fresh!!!~~

Teachers Should Open Up

2012-02-06T09:20:00.000-08:00

I was an ex-student in High School Batu Pahat and proudly I would like to say I'm very grateful of what the school had provided for me in the past. 5 years of being a student in the school never seized to amaze me with all the motivation and inspiring people I've met, including fellow friends and teachers.

With the Headmistress being Queen at that time, in a political kind of view I might had been the Premier because of the title Head Boy bestowed upon me during 2010. I've brought many changes in the Board of Prefect and both pros and cons were met approximately perfectly. I went against students, teachers and even ruled the board like a dictator at one time but that was all part of my plan to be an agent of change for the benefit of others.

As a leading figure, I took my responsibilities seriously. With Tun Dr. M being a role model, I made his quote my best friend. That was:

'If I see something wrong, I would make myself be heard and if there's any way I could contribute, I would like to do so'

But being a student, I have to live with the limitations. Voicing out opinions had its limits since any criticism made of the school publicly or any bad comments leaked out could cause my reputation to be tarnished.

1) the committee members of the board were chosen by the headmistress herself during my time. It was very unlikely that she would choose based on the suggestion given by the evaluation team which consisted of teachers who knew the students well.

this had cost me dearly as some members were incompetent and turned out to be bad eggs out of a basket full of good ones which in turn caused certain newly-developed policies to not be carried out in an efficient manner.

2) staffs and teachers, instead of giving supporting-based comments and improvising plans in order to give way to change kept complaining and whining about how the new system is badly supervised.

first of all, a newly-developed system takes time to be accepted and implemented and one year is not enough. It takes years more of supervision and dedication in making sure that the new development policies are well executed before showing positive results.

3) since the education was exam-oriented, teachers should think outside the box. I should give credits to those who dared to challenge the norm by introducing new approaches in order to get our attention and instill interest for a certain subject among us. However, many only focused on finishing the syllabus. Although time is a constraint, it should stay that way and not be made into an excuse.

4) one of thousands weaknesses of our culture is that adults should not be told how to do their job. This is normal. Everywhere you go, seniors are top persons who can't accept 'fresh from the oven' views. This was very disappointing even during my time. Since some views regarding how things SHOULD work were not voiced out during the time when I was a student, I was determined to use the social network as a medium for me to express my thoughts and hope to gain attention from the people who were also on the same page as I am. This was done after I ended my years as a student.

my good intention turned out to be something that some disregarded. I was turned into an antagonist overnight and labelled a 'traitor' as well as 'a good for nothing' for voicing out my views harshly. Furthermore, getting supports from the people through comments on the same topic was seen to be a threat to the schooling community that to an extent, I received a call from one of the high-ranked teachers asking for an explanation.

an apology was published publicly on the same social network website stating that remarks made earlier was due to self-aggression. Sadly, my story became the talk of the schooling community. It was no surprise but I was hoping that my story would be told with a morale value in it but instead it was told with fierce arguments describing how ungrateful and selfish I am.

what I'm trying to highlight here is that educators need to listen more. Open up their minds and hearts to hear what the students have to say. They need to realize that students are getting smarter and that their voices are to be heard and views considered in order for the school to prosper.

Change is essential.

2012-02-06T09:11:00.000-08:00

The night's cold breeze blows through the windows of a space-constrained room of the 3rd floor of my rented shop-house. Silence, the companion that even with the slightest sound would disappear, accompanies me in the house cleared off beings as my buddies are out for dinner. I lied to Jack about being under the weather so that I could get some peace of mind with the guys out of the house.

The study table shines brightly onto piles of books, made thick by pages of endless words. I got up and started writing as this heart can’t bear no more the internal pain and grief of loosing grasp of people as this chapter we call life goes on.
I’m slowly beginning to doubt myself.

Thoughts about people, no, friends coming and going keeps haunting my mind for the past a couple of days. Although I'm well aware of those who moved on, somehow bits of my soul and memories; they've taken with them but not to cherish or reminisce on but locked in the depth of unforgiving black hole of the forgotten and abandoned. Realizing this truth, life has to go on.

The pain will heal, but the scar remains there forever. Same applies to a glass vase. No matter how expensive, rare and extraordinarily valuable it is, once shattered into pieces, even a specialized expert cannot put it back together and expect the human's God-given sight to ignore the cracks.

But humans are forgetful. We are forgetful. The sting is likely to be forgotten...

someday, somehow.

Love,
Syuqry

Why can't you accept critics or critiques (chapter 2)

2012-01-27T02:18:00.000-08:00

I found a very interesting article in the newspaper. It’s about freedom of speech. It somehow catches my attention to read it in detail. I found out, halfway, that the article was about politics and how an opposition leader results into a desperate measure by suing those who criticize him. Although some may think that such action shows bravery (as suing people has its complex procedures and takes a long period of time to be filed and settled), in my opinion it plainly portrays cowardice and unprofessionalism in accepting criticisms.

So, for this edition of ‘why can’t you accept critics or critiques’ I will address on matters relating retaliations expressed by parties which are in denial of the reality of criticisms that they receive.

Putting aside the topic revolving around politicians (although we know that good-bad comments are a norm in their lives), I will divert your reading focus on why some people (even commoners like us) can’t agree to even the tiniest insignificant (probably to themselves) criticism made by others.

I have a friend who was once a quiet guy. I’m not trying to say that he doesn’t talk that much but he’s a type who doesn’t make a lot of comments nor has he ever talked back to people when it comes to things relating to his self. He did not debate much either in the past as he said he didn’t want trouble and was very satisfied of how the situations were regardless of the consequences of them being at times, hurtful and hard to swallow.

Fortunately university life changed him for the better as now he has the ability to argue within a certain range of rationality. But he’s still learning, bit by bit, the words that he uses in his comments and speeches. Unfortunately, somehow most of the feedbacks, statements and ‘opinions’ that he gives nowadays are in forms of provocation and it clearly shows without a shadow of a doubt that he’s trying to retaliate. Little that he knows, there are a lot of people out there that can easily misinterpret/misunderstand the content of his remarks since his choice of words are that of an amateur.

The main issue here is that although some may be professional enough to accept the fact that the guy is growing up and learning how to speak based on what he claims that everybody has the freedom to do so by law, certain people will just consider it to be an offence.

‘Dude, like seriously you don’t have to like make a debate session out of everything I gotta say or write because in the end we know who’s gonna make a fool out of himself. So, I respect your confidence and courage to express yourself and I’m that professional to take it the positive way as this is you, facing a development stage in your life but honestly (this is fact) try not to piss those who were already quite developed in this area. That being said, I hope something actually flies down the sky and hit your head so damn hard so that it can put some senses into your small ass prehistoric and underused organ you call a brain.’

~some people just waste their brain power on thinking why the sky is blue~

Why can't you accept critics or critiques (chapter 1)

2012-01-23T10:20:00.000-08:00

It has been brought to my attention that most teenagers nowadays are so sensitive towards criticisms given towards themselves. All test subjects were taken among my friends who are still teenagers and although I will not mention names, I hope they realize it and try to interpret as much as they can from this little research of mine.

1) Acceptance is a no-no because their parents had never criticize them on anything before.

- I have a friend who I was very close to and based on my conversation with this person, I found out that his parents rarely get mad at him for doing something which we teens are normally scolded for doing.

- Since he has been brought up withing an environment which too often uses an extremely kind approach, he is vulnerable to hard truths and harsh reality. Any criticism will trigger his nervous system into a chaotic state causing him to keep silent and try as hard as possible to avoid words that can (although to a normal person are actually not) shake him up from a miserable lie he has been living in for ages.

- Not being able to swallow the truth, this person would continue living in a world of lies created (unconsciously) by the mind which if he is not given proper guidance will lead to self-denial resulting into a feeling of unease even if being approached with a mere advice.

- Such people are seen to always be around people which he (in my case) thinks to be real friends. Little that he knows, real friends are those who give advice or criticism in a good manner hoping for him to improve on a particular subject. This person is also seen shifting from one group of friends to another depending on a situation he is in and if one group disagrees with him, he will keep searching for one that's on the same page.

- Living with masks on all the time is a must for this kind of a person. Instead of being true to himself, he is regularly (without being aware of it) found hiding in his own shadows, afraid to come out as truths might shine so brightly that he will be deprived of security about how his life is going to be like with opposing thoughts from others.

Why name this group Family if we don't even know what it means.

2012-01-22T03:46:00.000-08:00

What does the word 'Family' means to each and every one of you? These will answer your 'what' and 'why' questions.

1) Family is a unit which consists of members of equivalent statuses who cherish moments spent with each other and hope to build more sweet memories between one and another.

This brief definition may be accepted by some of you. But before you do, answer me this question, "have you spent time with each members recently?". What I mean by spending time with each other doesn't always have to be meeting every member and go hanging out at the mall. Spending QUALITY time can be as easy as chatting with each other on skype, sending a text saying hi, calling to ask how they're doing, mentioning their names in tweets and etc. So you see, even a 'how are you' question by text, fb, twitter or etc is somehow meaningful since each family member are far apart from each other and time is a constraint during breaks.

2) Family, a group to which you come to regardless of what situation you're in.

When you have troubles or problems you're facing in life and you feel you need someone to talk to or to just lend their ears to your problem, family members are the ones to be expected of this task. But before you expect every member to be able to do so, answer me this simple question, "did you ever turn your back on them when you feel you already belong somewhere else, someplace better?".

You're a bad member if you forget other members when you're living it good. You're a bad member if you're bias towards members and you're the baddest if you even FAKE among others.

3) Family, is just a name.

If this is how you define Family, then you better step out of the unit. And I know some who even though might be okay with most members but still have issues regarding where does this family unit stand in their life. This is disappointing and a disgrace.

This article I wrote is specially for this beloved group of family that I have. The only one that I have. It's just a general article and I hope non will take it personally. It's just something that we have to reflect on. If we love this unit and want it to co-exist with the one that we already have (our respective families consisting of our mom, dad and etc), we have to be true to ourselves and every members.

I'm actually disappointed with some. Sorry I have to let this out. When the right time comes, I will address SOME personally and to the ones I've lost hope in, nothing can be done to change my stand. As a person who never hates this much before, when I hate, I don't forgive and there's no turning back.

the bro-hood

2011-11-29T03:19:00.000-08:00

Okay sine I'm so into Epic Meal Time in youtube, I decided to post this like a boss and I'm warning some of you out there if you can't stand them cursing words, then you're gonna find my post this time very offensive.

A brother will stay a mother fucking brother. Of course he freaking will. Now lemme give you some names suckas. Amierul Sharafi, Daus Shaaban and the list goes on. The reason why I'm putting these two names only is because lately I'm very close with these bastards. We've been through hell and back. We had our conflicts between one and another, but we settled them adults shit like men and inducted our names on the walls of brotherhood. Nobody, and I mean no-fucking-body can tear our bonds whether you bitches out there like shit or not.

We still keep in touch and god damn we're attached to each other like pigs in mud. Haha. But we were once a trio of brothers. Back in the days, we consists of me, daus, bob and another son of a bitch named apeez. But this bitch did shit and left all three of us hanging. And that's what I would like to address today.

Apeez Adzmi since you were surrounded by girl friends all your school life, lemme knock some sense into your mother-fucking empty head with a brain small like your dick a lil something I called definition of a brother. Once you're a brother, you'll never walk alone nor will you leave another brother to be alone at his time of need. That's something I learn back when I was in high school. Yea, I was in an all boys school. That's why my sense about this topic is way reasonable than you.

But no! You left us! You just gotta break the bro code. And myself, being one of the broken-up four (thanks to your bloody-assed fucking problem with your attitude or views in life or what shit) was disappointed. Lemme make it clear, I'm disappointed NOT angry or mad although the language I use may offend the parties reading this. You might say, 'I don't care'. Well here's a fact, we do. And I fucking hope you get into your senses before I decide to give u my fist to fasten up the process.

We used to go places together, spend nights together hanging out, have sleep overs, talk and talk and talk, play sports, photo hunt, travel and the mother effing list goes on. We were on your side every fucking time you fell and fell hard on the ground. You did some nasty stuff in the past, even to us or caused us trouble, but we stood by you hoping and praying for you to get better. You remember the time we used to go to your house late at night to just talk? Remember that, bitch? I hope you do. We won't forget such wonderful moments.

And now unfortunately for us (mostly me), you turned your back on us. You treat me as if I never even existed in your fucked-up life. I'm sad, sad as sad can be. But you wouldn't know, would you? Why? Because u stopped caring wayyyyy back before I even stepped my foot into uitm mid of this year.

I'm so sorry also. Because on my behalf, I didn't take the initiative to say hi or text or call. I'm fucking busy man. I expect you to be in the same shit as I'm in. But you know my ego. You don't expect a big brother to take the first step to say hi. He will be as ego as some bastards out there will be but deep in his heart, he's hoping that this lil bro of his will come back.

But in your case, I guess we really did lose you. I hope you're fucking happy with your life now. You left a hole in ours and I hope God's forgiving enough not to do the same to you.

I hope you read this :'|

Keep In Touch

2011-11-15T05:54:00.000-08:00

A: hey, B see you later. Keep in touch.

B: yeah man! keep in touch

Oh please peeps. Really? 'Keep in touch'?

Okay there are a couple of crucial things that I would like to point out this time and our main focus will be these three words. When you use such words (probably in a sentence or it may be standing on its own), do you even know what does it mean? C'mon we're adults. What we say, we must mean it. Don't just go around running your mouth as if you know everything you say and pretend as if people are stupid enough not to understand what you truly mean.

I have lots and lots of friend back at home. And when I'm to return to Shah Alam, many would use these words. But only some managed to keep the promise. And those people are really worthy to be taken seriously as friends. Hey I'm not being emotional or anything but think about it.

Example my friend, A. He always says 'Keep in touch'. But to what extent does he go to really keep his words? Even if this person chats with me on Whatsapp, he'll say the same thing at the end of our conversation. Does he really 'keep in touch'? You answer the damn question.

Most probably, I can accept the fact that MAYBE they're busy doing important stuff like studying, hitting on hot girls/guys etc but to not even 'keep in touch' or even knowing when I'm back in Batu Pahat (my hometown) is a little bit too much!

You don't text/call/tweet/fb/whatsapp when I'm in Shah Alam, okay fine but when I'm back in Batu Pahat and you're still with your ego hoping me to call or text you first to tell you that I'm home and let's hang out? That's an action done by only jerks. NOT FRIENDS!

On the other hand, dome of my closest friends do the same thing. Fortunately I understand them better than anyone. That's why I never question them on such matter. But to those whom I know (regular friends) (and yes I do differentiate my friends. why? got a problem?), you don't come to me and start whining about how I don't tell you i'm back, how I don't call you and ask if you're available to hang with. Because you never kept in touch in the first place.

So if you decide you're a friend or a close one to add, it won't kill to say hello once in a while. If you take the initiative to do so, then I WILL return the favour next time. Its like a cycle. And this is how people get closer even if they're far apart from one another.

Get me? So, instead of posting stupid things on fb or tweeting shitty statements, why don't just say hi to someone regardless of he/she, friends/loved ones for the sake of keeping in touch.

The Last Entertainment

2011-11-01T07:26:00.000-07:00

This is funny actually, being the class representative. It all began during the start of the second term. I overslept and was late for the first class of the term. Little that I knew that the first class was Financial Accounting. When I went into the class, a smile was engraved on my miserable-Monday face as the lecturer that we were going to spend 3 months with was a lady. Yes I prefer my lecturers to be females (before I met this one) because as you know generally female lecturers are more responsible, interactive and helpful compared to the opposite sex (this fact is later proven to be wrong).

" What's your name? ", she asked. I proudly answered her by saying out my name. "Good, class please give him a clap". Everyone did so. "You know why?", she continued. I was taken aback from what just happened and my expression at that time (if were to be given a mirror) was as confused as Adam Lambert being given an empty and dark room with a naked woman inside it. "you're the new class rep", she added.

I was like OMG I'm re-elected?! I'm so freaking proud. Thank you guys :')

If only things were as dramatic as that. The main reason behind my appointment was purely because I came in late. Yes, I know. What a way to start a new term huh. 'Thank you', Puan.

But since I was the previous class rep during the first term, I had some experiences and decided to do the best, along the way improve my leadership among university students. These were what I tried/try doing and how some of the peeps ruined it:

1) I always try to manage the timetable properly as I know it is crucial for the lecturers and students to know when is what and where. How did the peeps ruin this for me you ask? Easy, they tried to take advantage over me being the class rep/friend. Some requests were made personally to me in hope that I postponed a class or two just because they had to attend to their private matters #ehterasake (twitter-influenced)

2) I always try to move forward certain subjects so that we all can have some space (free time) to chill or just do something that we enjoy. It sounds easy but some peeps just had to make it hard. Can't they just agree on the decision? They learn management but some are just stupid enough to comprehend or they don't even give a shit

3) The class rep (although I delegate this to the treasurer) has to go and bust his/her ass, go the distance, walk the extra mile to photostate the notes those lazy-assed bumps who have the guts/pride to call themselves lecturers give us. Yes this is normal right? But please not the last lecturers we had PROVIDED us with photostated copies!

4) a lecturer has bestowed upon a friend and I the power to conduct the remaining classes till our final exam (which is in one month) since he's away doing something really important (I don't blame em) and by the way I thank him for having such trust in me and my friend. But look at what happened. The first day the lecturer was not around, others pretend as is if his classes are no more. This is fucked-up. Since its my responsibility, I'll get the blame. NOT YOU GUYS.

So I hope those students who think they are so professional since they are taking a professional course take all of these into consideration. But to those who choose not to, I recommend you take a sharp object, shine it real nice, turn in side ways and stick it up your ass because you were born to be a jerk!

No more Mr. nice guy, peeps. I'm here to do my job and that is NOT to be an entertainment. This is the last time! The Last Entertainment!

Kick Start Your Week With a Fucked-Up Monday!

2011-09-19T02:28:00.000-07:00

12.30 AM

I was doing my Financial Accounting homework during this time. I was kinda cursing the lecturer (but in a good way) thinking that it would take ages for me to finish the mountain-like amount of work at such time. But I stopped complaining, went to Pedot's room and got help from the CAT guys who in fact know accounts very damn good.

7.20 AM

I was in hurry to get to class because I was afraid of not getting a parking spot near DSB. I accidentally left one of the most important files in my room. Bad news, it contains the work I busted my ass to do last night. Good news, Zhafri (my roomie) is always slow. So, I asked him if he could get my file in our room. Luckily he was still on his way downstairs, went back up, took the file and we met at the car.

11.00 AM

I love Management Accounting. The lecturer is awesome but somehow today one of the topics he introduced is kinda difficult to comprehend. It took my hours of stress to digest the facts and theories. My supposedly-to-be-frown-free-Monday plan went down the drain.

2.00 PM

I went to the office on 14 to pass some documents up to Cik Haz. While waiting, Dad called and asked if he could fax my medical check-up form to the office. I asked the lady in-charge there and she said yes. Sounds like it all went smooth, right? HELLO! peeps. Government servant maaa. Where got go smoothly when dealing with these people. I waited and waited. These lazy bums are slowpokes. I had to ask over and over again whether the faxed copy of my form had arrived or otherwise they won't barge from their comfy chair to do their work.

Government servants (to those who are stupid enough to NOT do their work properly), please realize that the government is using all the tax-payers' money to give you lots of privileges. One of them being your effing job! The other one will probably be your pension money once you grow too effing old to even lift a finger to pick your own nose, you brainless ass-clowns. So I suggest you reflect yourself in the mirror and start making improvements before I compete in the next general election, become Prime Minister and demolish all those privileges!

3.00 PM

Went to the parking lot to get my ass to the Health Unit to get a checkup. The x-ray machine was down. Great, just great. What did y'all do with the machine? Get your heads scanned to see if there's a brain or not in your skull, daily?! And not just that, I was told that they would charge around RM160-170 per medical check-up. What? That expensive of a charge for this lousy of a service? You have gotta be kidding me.

Oh yes, I left out one part. When I was about to get my car out of the 'parking-box', I noticed that an asshole parked his/her car very near to mine. It was so near that after I hit the 'R' gear to reverse, the system keeps alerting me with its beeps noting that the car was so freaking near. Who the hell would park like that? Yes, a brainless, idiotic, 'I graduated from UiTM with only a diploma and heck I would like to just work here because I'm an ass', fucking insensible person!

Luckily I got out without banging his car (I thought of doing so on purpose but it would damage my car too, so y'know) and got myself a paper out from my bag, wrote on it "Don't park here, you trouble people", lay it on the car's windshield and clipped it using the wipers.

5.00 PM

Got back safely to my college. Lots of stuff on my mind. Lots of things to finish and complete before tomorrow commences.

Know I know why people hate Mondays (=,=)

Random Thoughts of The Day

2011-09-14T04:19:00.000-07:00

Today is such a stressful day. A lecturer of mine decided to double the classes on our timetable. so it's gonna be 4 hours of Management Accounting everyday. But hey, I don't mind since his classes are awesome. Financial Accounting has not been nice to me lately. I've been struggling a lot for this paper. Eh wait! I've not studied for this week. That explain all the confusion in class about which account to debit or credit.

One thing I learn today is that making jokes can sometimes lead to disaster. I told my MA lecturer that we all loved MA so much that we decided to have another 2 hours of lesson (actually one class got cancelled, so we just told Sir to proceed with his class, bringing forward the one in the evening). I also said "hey since we love the subject so much, why not make a T" =D

Sir got excited too and decided to add a couple of hours to the subject for this month! Ain't that great. My classmates so hate me now ='D

Then since I was so stressed out thinking about this, I realized that I have not been mixing around with the guys as well as during the first term. Ohhh peeps the pressure is killing me. But wait a second, lets think about this. Never did the guys approached me anyways this time around EXCEPT when they have a favor to ask. NICE! Now I can categorize some of them as being friends with me for their own benefit. Haha looks like your plan failed Mr. I got you!

Now that leads me to Bob. Kinda miss em. When I think about some of the times in the past it saddens me knowing that I would never be able to experience having such an awesome friend by my side ever again. He is, up until now, the best!

And this is why I will write something about Zhaf, my roomie. Annoying, check. Idiotic, check. Hard to wake up in the morning, check. Annoying alarm tone, check. Yes peeps this is Zhafri Shah. But wait, who kinda listens to me when I have problems nowadays? Who is it that I am with everytime I skip the college's activities? Who sometimes wait for me when I am late to leave class and leaves the door open? Surprisingly, it's him! So yeah he's a good friend. But not yet to a level where he understands me.

My neighbours rock too!

Okay peeps, gotta go back to my boring life, making accounts and looking at meaningless figures. Take Care everybody~

Just So You Know

2011-09-06T22:00:00.000-07:00

Hello guys, I have not been writing lately as y'all know some of us are still in the Raya fever and the mood goes on till Syawal ends.

I was fascinated by the posts lately and little that I know about the 'conflict' some of us are having with one another in this peaceful and interactive page (sorry this post is specially for the CBA and FIA page. For those who are not taking accounting in UiTM Shah Alam, then you wouldn't know. But it won't kill you to continue reading).

And so today I would like to share some points with y'all. Accept or reject, that is for you to decide.

Malaysia is the country where we live in and yes, we love Malaysia as she has given us more than what we could have ever imagined. A prosperous country, like no other, Malaysia is also a destination for foreigners to come and enjoy their holidays in or work in various fields which exist here. It doesn't matter whether you are a Malaysian or originate from somewhere else, Malaysia always welcomes everyone with arms wide open. The people here are great and so are the food.

It saddens me knowing that some complaints were made about this beautiful country. I know we are not as developed as Singapore or as big as China, but we are proud to be here, live here and will probably die here. Singapore, China and other countries have their own beauty. I know Malaysia has a long way to go, but all we can do is be part of the change and improvements. Criticizing Malaysia brings nothing but harm to oneself regardless of race, religion or nationality.

But I am not one sided. We, as Malaysians have to give and take. As what I have heard, we have the tendency to accept different cultures and adapt to them without facing any problems. It is proven countless times in the past. Example, we have assimilated some Chinese Baba and Nyonya culture, Hindu-like ones and etc. Non of these proved to be harmful. It adds more colours to our diverse way of living.

As Malaysians, we need to think and accept some statements made by other parties. It they are offenses, then we should approach these people properly. We want peace, we got it and now it's just a matter of protecting it for future generations to enjoy.

This is the month of Syawal. Nothing good comes from fighting over spilt milk. Forgive and seek forgiveness on this holy month. Let us reflect on ourselves and improve on what's significant for the betterment of all.

Bye.

Kepulangan seorang cucu

2011-08-25T01:44:00.000-07:00

Sebaik sahaja balik dari Melaka, terus ku pandu dengan lajunya ke rumah Baba (nenek) untuk berbuka puasa. Setibanya di sana, saudara-mara sudah pun berbuka. Ku salam kesemuanya dan terus ke meja makan untuk menikmati juadah yang telah tersedia.

Selepas menikamati sesi berbuka puasa bersama keluarga, aku ke bilik Baba untuk bersalaman dengannya. Baba masih bertelekung kerana dia baru sahaja selesai menunaikan solat. Masih lembap dan sejuk kulitnya yang bersarungkan air sembahyang yang suci semasa ku cium tangannya.

" dah lama Baba nak buat buka puasa ni. Isnin tak jadi, Selasa tak jadi. Buatlah hari Rabu sebab nak tunggu Syuqry ada".

Semasa berbuka tadi, Abah ada bisik kepadaku, "pergilah solat Maghrib. Jumpa Baba lepas tu. Memang Baba buat buka puasa hari ni sebab Kuki".

Sebak dadaku mendengar kata-kata itu daripada seorang anak Baba yang sentiasa mengharap aku meluangkan masa untuk pulang ke kampung setiap kali di Batu Pahat. Walau bagaimanapun, bukan itu yang menyebabkan air mataku berlinangan di tikar sembahyang selepas selesai bersembahyang Maghrib tetapi bagaimana gambar aku dan keluarga tersergam indah di meja bilik Baba, bersebelahan katilnya.

Maka ku menadah tanganku dan berdoa selepas solat. Berdoa kepada Allah agar dijadikan ku seorang cucu yang soleh dan ingat akan kedua ibu bapanya, keluarganya dan bukan hanya tugasannya sebagai seorang mahasiswa.

Betapa rindunya Baba terhadap cucunya ini. Tidak pula kelihatan gambar-gambar anak atau cucunya yang lain kecuali aku sekeluarga. Sanggup lagi orang tua itu mengadakan majlis berbuka puasa agar dapat melihat aku dan keluarga.

Betapa peritnya Baba menunggu setiap tahun, menunggu kepulangan kami dan yang lain ke kampung. Hari Raya merupakan satu-satunya hari di mana dapatlah Baba melihat keluarganya yang sekecil itu menjadi besar dan bersatu.

Sayangilah keluarga anda. Gunakan Hari Raya tahun ini bukan untuk berseronokan semata-mata tetapi luangkanlah masa bersama mereka yang sentiasa menanti kepulangan kita.

Selamat Berhari Raya.

Sad and Mad

2011-08-18T11:22:00.000-07:00

It is disappointing to see some of the leaders or former leaders out there receiving the respect that they deserve. Poor little me caused by I don't know what, either just being plain unlucky or was my leadership (once, when I was a leader) really that bad.

There is this one kid, a junior of mine, talking trash about how 'suck' I was last year (2010) as the Head Prefect. Hey, I know its kinda redundant (this topic) but talking about my past achievements is the only way that I can ease this pain of being unknown to the society now. At least I can reminisce on that one time when I was really a somebody.

Surprisingly, I was caught unaware of my emotional behaviors as I break down and tend to go on a rampage everything being tested upon my patience. When I break down, it ain't a pleasant sight.

This punk is really testing my patience. And I can't help but to notice how pathetic I am sometimes when I'm angry. I will try my very best to overcome this weakness of mine. BUT as for this punk who had the balls to criticize me in public, I will still want to confront you and see if you can walk the talk. If you do, you have my respect. If you won't be to my expectation, then you will just be another unknown punk trying to seek attention from a 'has been' like me, hoping to get fame and glory from being stupidly, blindly brave.

The only difference this time is that I will really break you. I will downgrade you using my words and make you realize that I am no force to be reckon with!

You're so into yourself !!

2011-08-16T10:32:00.000-07:00

There's a possibility that my post today will make you think "is it me he's talking about?". Well, if you feel as if this post is about you, then I hope you change because what I'm gonna address now ain't gonna be pretty.

I will first give out facts about people who are just so immersed into themselves, followed by why I hate such people.

1) I add a lot of pretty girls in Facebook and not just that, I stalk their sexy pictures in hope that there will come a time where I will just jizz in my pants fantasizing. Brother get a life! You want your life to be so perfect that you just gotta have lots and lots of pretty girl in you life, I pity you. No moral values or whatsoever. Where's your pride as a man? Being surrounded by girls gives no meaning at all. I rather be nerdy and study all day than to have such attitude.

2) I buy all the branded stuff and I'm living the life. Brother or sister puh-lease. Materials are the least thing you want in life. I will admit that having Nike shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and other branded T's are somewhat cool but you reality check!, if you're an idiot that doesn't bring any significance. What a waste.

3) I'm so famous, I just gotta be everybody's friend. Networking is really important to build up a reputation but based in what? The number of friends you have? HELLO, it is way better to prove yourself worthy as a friend or to have people come to you to be friends with because of your great personality or awesome presence/attitude. Stop being an attention seeker. You're such an ass.

4) I'm so cool I have to BBM people all the time. I use Twitter but you don't see me updating it every second. Unfortunately my BBM is yet to be activated (I know lame right) but you WON'T see me BBM-ing 24/7. Why? Because I actually have a life and prefer face-to-face confrontation. And I like talking to people, as in an actual real life, breathing figure.

5) I'm so into myself, I don't have to talk to certain people that much. Boy/ girl, if I see you peeps out there doing this to me, that will be the last time you ever see me again. And please look at me when I'm talking to you. Don't your Mama ever teach you manners? This is the basics and yet your puny little brain can't understand. Don't make your Mama regret giving birth to you to this wonderful world.

That's all. Bye.

We miss you, Puan.

2011-08-15T10:37:00.001-07:00

A leader worth writing about. Puan Hajah Noorsiah Binti Mashod, the former Principal of High School Batu Pahat. She retired earlier this year leaving the school with a trail of great achievements which she paved during her years of service.

One of the great attributes that Puan had during her time as Principal was her strictness in following procedures. She disciplined herself well in ensuring that every day-to-day management followed a certain procedure which was a certain standard that she had set. I remembered the countless times Bob and I had to re-do our proposal letters in order to get her approval on events we organized. Even though she was fully occupied with her own matters as the Principal, she would never get tired of trying to help out. She would correct my proposals herself and give indications on how to write better ones. She would approved right away after mistakes were taken out from the initial proposals and improvements made.

Puan was also a person who gave special attention to her students. During my time as a student, she would organize various educational programs in order to ensure the students' full potentials are reached. She also gave a green light for an event which I was chosen to become a tutor to my friends. She entrusted me with such confidence knowing that I won't let her down. But her offer was without any force as she said that it was okay if I declined as I would have to study too.

The part that I think I have to thank her properly for is when she bestowed upon me the title of the school's Head Prefect during 2010. I was honoured to have served and contributed to the school as one of the important figures, playing my roles significantly in maintaining order and making amendments to the system.

Puan also gave attention (extra, if not full) to well-performing students. If we greet her during the morning assembly, she won't just smile and walk away. She would stop, greet us back and ask us about our current studies. She also spent some of her time (sometimes) giving us tips by leaving behind all her work in the office and walk class to class, confronting every public exam-constrained students.

Puan Hajah Noorsiah was, is and will forever be considered as one of the leaders that had played her part essentially in inspiring me to become a better person than who I'm today.

Well-defined as always

2011-08-14T00:48:00.000-07:00

Since Raya is just around the corner, it's common to see friends and family members tightening back their ties. Those who are far apart from each other will frequently keep in touch as a preparation beforehand while waiting for Raya to come and finally meet each other back in the hometown.

Luckily for me, this one particular brother of mine never really left. He was actually there with me the whole time. Physically he's in Penang but the motivation, advise and will lives in me as if he's always there to give injections of spirit whenever I feel down.

We are busy with our own schedules. His is packed with activities and educational events fixed by his matriculation program while I'm busting my ass off here in UiTM to pass every professional paper on the first trial. A turn of event happened during the first month of Ramadhan when I received a phone call during Iftar. It was Wei Hao calling. We kept closely in touch since then, hoping to see each other during our break for Raya.

He is my bestie, companion, brother from a different blood not because we share the same hobby or enjoy the same cuisines but we have similar values and views on how we see things. He said in one of his blog updates:

" A leader is there to lead, not entertain you. So, if you keep yapping and complaining, you are the soon-to-be source of entertainment "

I agree (please refer to my previous post for details).

The main purpose I'm writing this is to show how much he cared when I'm faced with a burden with the attitude of some people, criticizing my leadership in the past. He takes this matter seriously as both of us were leaders in our own field during high school. And yes Wei Hao, a good leader (if not the best) will never be a bad follower. And both of us had experienced it before.

1) Wei Hao was the Head in The Disciplinary Department under the Board of Prefect during my reign as The Head. He was both a good follower (if not the best) and leader although I ranked higher than him. hehe.

2) I, on the other hand, was part of the assisting team during an annual Scout's Camping Event under Wei Hao's supervision as the President of the club once.

To conclude, both of us had felt how it is like to follow and lead, to become a follower and be humble, to become a leader and be superior. So, please don't underestimate us when it comes to leadership or being a loyal follower. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT!

Bye.

Disappointed and Enraged

2011-08-13T19:34:00.000-07:00

I was browsing my facebook's news feed wall and came across a post by my ex Biology teacher, Cik Sazaliana. And surprisingly I was taken aback for a moment as she wrote that she's having trouble with some students who were very disrespectful in school. She (Cik Sazaliana) was the nicest and most cheerful teachers during my time. She smiles a lot and that expression on her face was somehow a motivation to us guys back in the year 2010. She gave a lot of advises that kept us holding on till the dreadful SPM was over. Alhamdulillah our results were awesome!

Back to the topic. As I was commenting on her post by giving out an opinion or two (as I was also quite experienced in handling disrespectful students during my time), a current student of my beloved high school had the nerves to say that I was incapable of my previous post. He commented further that I was not able to handle the students well especially juniors from the batch 1995 (at that time, form 3).

This got me enraged and quite frankly, sad because I had tried my best to contribute to the student body as well as the school as a whole. Therefore I have a couple of things to address:

1) It's not easy to be a leader. A leader is someone who is chosen from a group of people through a system called democracy. It is based on votes and evaluation from people of higher knowledge and understanding of the current situation. So, to be the chosen one, it is an honour.

2) The public should not discriminate leaders and give criticism for some of their actions. This is plainly because a leader acts based on the interests of many not one. And a leader's decision needs to be respected as some of you might know (leaders or former leaders especially) decision-making for competing ends are hard to make.

3) Some leaders have the quality to be a reason for change and had developed various systems for the social to benefit from. Unfortunately, they have low support from others or not given the opportunity to lead for longer terms.

I will be truthful. I dislike some of the leaders BUT you don't see me giving in-you-face comments about them as I've been there, done that. To this particular student named Aamar Arafat I'm interested in knowing what you have to say. Your view counts as it will make me a better person. But the problem is : DO YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO CONFRONT ME THE SECOND I STEP MY FOOT INTO HSBP AGAIN ?

We will just have to wait and see. Bye.

You gotta know when to shut up!

2011-08-13T09:19:00.000-07:00

I have promised to be more open on writing names in my posts but since I know most of the people that are gonna read this particular post won't be familiar with this person, so, I, as a professional, will keep the name as confidential.

I respect you being my housemate, and hey as annoying as you can be, who am I to judge because some of the times, I will also tend to sing out loud just to release some of the kept-in stress.

But as the title for my post implies, YOU JUST GOTTA KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP! Dude I'm addicted to k-pop too, like serious shit you had seen how excited I got during Beast's Fan Meeting. But that was during a mini-concert. Shouting like a little girl during concerts are not sins nor is it illegal.

But dude disturbing other people's peace especially when they are busting their asses off working hard, day and night to score their exams is just human cruelty. And at some point I think it goes against the ethical/moral values. Annddddd, to some point when I really feel pissed off by you, not knowing to shut the fuck up, I start to wonder is there a law regarding people not knowing when to shut up by disturbing the peace of others. Oh yeah there is:

"Disturbing the peace, also known as breach of the peace, is a criminal offense that occurs when a person engages in some form of disorderly conduct, such as fighting or threatening to fight in public, causing excessively loud noise, by shouting, playing loud music, or even allowing a dog to bark for prolonged periods of time. When a person's words or conduct jeopardizes others right to peace and tranquility, he or she may be charged with disturbing the peace."

So I hope you understand and start acting like a rationale, sane fellow by considering that I am stressing my brain out to pass my paper and go back home for raya, HAPPILY!

Thank you, bye.

I like to be heard

2011-08-13T02:02:00.000-07:00

I just like to be heard. Others might say that I love to talk so much but although both statements have the same meaning, I prefer the first one. You see there's a significant difference between talking and being heard. Talking is an action whereby words come out from your mouth. Being heard is done by talking but the distinction is that when you are being heard (instead of just blabbing away), others are somehow listening.

The first picture shown above is me giving out my monthly report/ speech as the Head Prefect of High School Batu Pahat year 2010. During my reign, I loved to talk and give speeches up to a point where if I were to offer the mic to any of my assistants, they would reject knowing that I loved to talk so much. But reality is the content of what I had to say would actually made a difference if listened and applied. Too bad most of the guys at that time were brainless. Haha.

The second picture is during an event our seniors organized back in 2009. It was a cycling event which route was from our school to Sri Medan. To prove that I loved to speak in front of an audience so much is shown by the picture (if were to move will indicate myself being the MC for the short briefing session we had in the morning). Bob was there and forced to take pictures. Haha.

The last picture is Bob and I being the MCs for the annual (but unfortunately for us, our last) dinner for The Board of Prefect. Yes yes I know being the Head at that time, I wasn't suppose to walk around and talk or even became an MC but for me to just sit and enjoy my last days as a key figure would be boring. So, I decided to spice things up a little by agreeing to be a temporary MC for the night with Bob on my side. We kicked ass as MCs! Haha.

Too bad here in UiTM I have not been discovered yet as someone who sometimes makes sense when he opens his mouth. It will take some time for me to stand out from the crowd here. But till then, I would prefer being unnoticed and live a simple student life =)

That's all. Bye.

Hatred

2011-08-11T07:28:00.000-07:00

In kinship terminology, a cousin is a relative with whom one shares one or more common ancestors.

And yes the definition above was copied from Wikipedia just because I was too lazy and tired to come up with my own definition. The Business Maths final paper really did take a lot out of me. Alhamdulillah I passed with a mark that I can be satisfied with.

Back to the main topic, in Naruto (if any one of you follow the story line), Uchiha Sasuke was driven by hatred up to a point where he is willing to kill/ destroy his own friends and village. You see, hatred makes people do lots of things. Fortunately, I'm still a man with rationale thoughts and have an undoubtedly skill in maintaining my cool though in shitty situations.

Now I ain't referring to all BUT only this one 'special' SECOND COUSIN, AA. Oh yes, I promised to use the real name. So here it is, Amir Amsyar. Wow! I feel a burden lifted from my shoulders. Its like I'm a thousand times lighter now. Now, you're a hypocrite. I don't know why, but maybe I don't have any other words to describe you with. There is not a single word in this world, that can combine terrible, horrible, idiotic, hateful and etc except your name itself. I know its Ramadhan, but hey this is the most suitable time of the year to come clean.

These are just some points (summarized ones) on why people hate you so much :

1) you use people (well this is what I heard from a lot of people). Hello Mir, friends are not like tissue papers whereby they can be used and disposed straight away. But hey you did do that a couple of times, didn't you?

2) when I was having a conflict with FI (oh yes, real name Farah Izzaty), you just had to make it worse. And you had the nerves to call me a 'dog'? Oh I remember it real clear, as if it happened yesterday. I will never forget this, and I will never forgive you actions and words that came from you, the guy who was educated by mindless zombies. I kinda feel sorry for you sometimes.

3) you are so hateful that many of the peeps back in BP, talk about you and how they would pay millions of Ringgit to get you in a ring and kick your ass (including myself but I would add extra money just to make the use of sledgehammers legal). To my surprise, the peeps back at BP, although have moved on and continued their studies at tertiary level, still talk about you. And it ain't about how 'good' you were, but how they would take a brick and force you to swallow it whole.

So during this holy month of Ramadhan, I hope you change. And I am that ARROGANT to proudly say that please, do reflect your image in the mirror and PLEASEEEE do not only take your stupid opinion on yourself into account as opinion from others also count, you bas****.

This brings me to another topic which I will write in Hatred 2. The word arrogant is purposely bolded because my next topic is about a guy if the same initials AA. I know some of you know who. I will reveal it later.

why do you discriminate people!?

2011-07-05T03:24:00.000-07:00

zhafri handsome

YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND!

2011-07-04T03:27:00.000-07:00

You know what, I am tired of telling to the public how difficult my course is because I will just make a fool out of myself. And furthermore, people would just say that I'm whining over spilled milk. Hey there is no rationale if you did decide to take up a course, and then complaint about it afterwards, right? So, this time I would like to address a couple of things. And yes some of you might be offended but who am I to care. This time I will be EXTRA clear!

1) My course is above Diploma level. Above Degree level. And since its higher than a Degree, its fucking obvious that A-levels, Matrix and Foundation can never compare to such height of education my field has to offer. I am not exaggerating. It is fact. If you don't believe me just ask my lecturers. They have CIMA/ACCA qualifications.

2) I am not insulting other levels of education nor am I underestimating the quality of other courses in our field of education. BUT I am insulting (to the highest level) people that think that their courses are all that. If you were to confront me face to face, and say that your Dip, Degree, A-Levels, Foundation, Matrix is comparable to my course, I would just spit in you face. Without thinking about any consequences.

3) I do respect those who are considerate and at times just give us professional students a pat on the back. I would do the same thing to these kinda people regardless of their background and level of education.

4) A-levels students, you guys are sometimes under consideration excepted from such insult since I realize how equally hard you courses are.

5) Personally to my friends. Please, I am not stupid. If you choose not to be there for me anymore, I don't mind. I am already at a stage in my life whereby there is a slight possibility that I won't die if you guys decide to leave me and it's not much of a surprise either.

6) lately I am very grateful to have my parents, classmates, coursemates, fellow professional students and lecturers that understand me well enough to motivate me. To my roomie, classmate and annoying new bestie, Zhafri you are the only one I have now buddy. I thank you for being cheerful most of the times because somehow it lifts sadness, stress and other burden from myself.

You got anything to say? call me, I dare you. Or just text if you wanna talk. I am a professional and don't worry I wont spit thru the phone. ha.ha.

2011-06-27T03:23:00.000-07:00

FRIDAYI got back from the Friday's prayers feeling annoyed that I actually had to attend a religious program in the evening, Qiamullail. But I forced myself, with all my will to go to CITU (pusat islam) and we (a couple of friends and I) arrived late. Asar prayers and then had dinner.

The highlight of the night was actually ditching the program and went out to Section 7 to watch The Maharaja Lawak finale. Stayed at a bakery to watch the show (as other shops were full) till 12. Went back by foot afterwa

rds. Unfortunately, the gates were c

losed and therefore we had to enter the hard way. Halfway to CITU, a couple of friends on motorbikes picked us up and we slept for a night at CITU.

SATURDAY

I accompanied Salam, a classmate of mine to see his sister at KLIA. His true intention was to get his lappy from her. We did so and then Salam treated me to a

Zinger Burger at KFC. I thanked him for his generosity. Having lots of time left, Salam agreed to my idea about going to KLCC for GLC's Open Day. Surprisingly, Kelly Tan was there, the No.1 Female Golfer in Malaysia.

Shut up if you're religious.

2011-06-24T18:17:00.000-07:00

This is a very sensitive matter and therefore I will try my best not to offend anyone in this issue of my note-writing. If you're a muslim, i recommend you read this and if you're not, its not wrong to just gain some info on how the society works in this era.

There are 5 pillars of the religion, Islam. And yes it is a must,I repeat a MUST for all to comply to it. BUT, that doesn't mean you can make fun or mock those who doesn't. There are various ways to approach and advise individuals who probably (for their own reasons) do not comply to those 5 pillars (in this case number 1 and 5 being exceptions).

I find it being rude if:

A: let's pray before we go to class.

B: I'll do it later since I got some things to settle.

- In the class-

B: phew that was tiring having to settle al of those things. haha

A: have you prayed? *mocking grin

It is plainly stupid for A to do so in the class and ask B (in front of others) about his compliance to the religion's rules. And so I would like to conclude, it's awesome that you care but you need to attend some classes that will teach you the correct way of approaching/advising other people.

Religious people look after each other's back through correct methods of teachings, not MOCKING!

toodles~

On of the Hardest Part in Life

2011-06-20T07:18:00.000-07:00

I was looking at the mirror after taking my bath half past eight just now and man, did I realize that I've grown. Not because of the facial hair that is tarting to grow and fast, but the reality of me being here in college. I'm eighteen and ain't getting any younger by day.

I was heading straight to my study table just now until I noticed "hey some things are missing." And I started wondering off. I ended up being in front of my lappie and boy did I found A LOT of stuff that are missing. Some I regret not holding on to and some just went on as time passes by.

Well Mom does call every night and that I'm thankful as Mom always care. Dad on the other hand calls only when something comes up. I don't expect Syady to call since he doesn't even know how to use a cellphone except for gaming purposes. I love my family.

Bob does resides at the same campus as where I am now but we practically live in different colleges. We do keep in touch through facebook but somehow its impossible to see each other every now and then since both of us are very busy. I guess this is what it feels like when two best friends are separated by different fields. I'm not asking for much, but to hang just a lil bit frequent in the coming future.

and the list continues...

so much for Budi Bahasa Budaya Kita.

2011-03-30T10:04:00.000-07:00

There are lots of things I would like to address in my post this time.

1. I know that my last post was way back during 2008. I decided to continue blogging because I need to improve on my English so badly. I’m getting rusty, you see.

2. Secondly, I would like to make things clear about certain events that happened lately. One of it concerning my remarks on facebook saying that the administration of a school (not specified to any) is not up to the standards expected.

3. The administration team of the school (still not specified) is awesome. I have nothing against the people in charge of taking care of the school especially the teachers. I appreciate the treatment and dedication shown during my schooling days particularly to that one teacher I look up to, The Senior Assistant of Administration and now acting as the temporary Principal since the previous one has retired.

4. The thing that surprised me was the treatment I received from the officers at the office which is considered to be the control centre of the entire school. I was at school some days ago asking whether I could get my certificates officially certified in a short period of time as I needed them to apply for scholarships.

Me: saya nak dapatkan pengesahan sijil-sijil ni. Kalau boleh saya nak cepat sebab saya

nak apply scholarship.

Officer (a lady): awak hantar lambat, awak dapat lambat lah.

I would like to point out that even though I was a student studying there during 2010, it is totally improper for the officer to say that. With all due respect ma’am, thanks to people like you, the school will have a bad reputation when it comes to handling stuff like these.

The suitable approach should be like this(highly recommended):

Me: saya nak dapatkan pengesahan sijil-sijil ni. Kalau boleh saya nak cepat sebab saya

nak apply scholarship.

Officer (a lady): sejak kebelakangan ni, banyak pelajar hantar sijil utk pengesahan. Jadi,

adik kenalah tunggu utk dapatkan pengesahan sijil adik. Pihak kami akan

cuba yang terbaik utk menyiapkannya dengan sepantas yang boleh.

More professional right?

On another note, this is not the first time you heard complaints about the service they offer. I’ve heard stories about some officers being impolite, unreasonable and unprofessional. At one point, I worked hard to contribute to the school in quite some aspects. The least thing I want is to hear bad stories about the school which i hold dear to. I hope they'll improve in this areas.

Mak and Aunty Don's Birthday

2009-08-08T07:28:00.000-07:00

I went home after a round of golf as usual. went to see Auntie No at the kitchen. suddenly she said Kak Hana is here. Yay! i rushed to the guest room only to see her bags there. so i went upstairs into my room to shower and all. BOOM! A figure praying at the side of my bed. Phew~~ it was kak hana. hehe.

We talked and talked after dinner. we called Kak Ya afterwords when the news about her being sick was posted on Facebook. How she was suffering in Bintulu. Boohoo. I got the chance to talk to her. Its been a while though. Owh how I remembered the time when she was here in BP. We had so much fun. huhu. Too bad she's so far away now. hehe

We went to buy some things the next day. Kak Hana said she needed some stuff for her kitchen. At least now I know she cooks. hehe. After that, we went to Secret Recipe to buy the cake for Mom's Belated B'day (her b'day was tomorrow , but I decided to celebrate it today since we'll be busy the next day).

As some of you know 27th of July was the day of my mom's Birthday and the day my late Maktok passed away. So, we had a small tahlil in the evening. Owh how I missed her.
T__T
But I know she's in a better place now.
=)

After that Kak Hana and I went to the kitchen secretly to light up the candles on the cake. Opss, Mom suddenly appeared. There goes our plan for the suprise. Mom said ' tu kek untuk Birthday Auntie Don lah tu'. Kak Hana and I were like ' OMG is today Auntie Don's Birthday?'. haha.

So we decided to celebrate both Mom's and Auntie Don's Birthday on that day (although the cake says 'Happy Birthday Mom'). I don't mind just because Auntie Don is to be considered as a Mom to me.
=)

Kak Hana went back with Abg Jeed at 6 something. I didn't have the chance to say gd bye. I fell asleep upstairs. hehe. Well, at least we got something to remember. "Auntie Don's Birthday is one day before Mom's". hahaha

fresh cookies

2009-06-30T01:06:00.000-07:00

OK I know I've posted just one post in my last blog called blank. but it isnt my fault since it has been very busy lately. and yes i know its freaking end of Jun already and tomorrow's gonna be July. i got nothing to do n just decided "hey, why don't i start fresh" and u know what, i am starting fresh. this is not only coz im too lazy to do my homework, it is also because i watched 'kakya', a cousin of mine having fun blogging. so i made up my mind im gonna start my own blog too. haha. thanks for the inspiration kakya. you also inspired me to have a facebook account. if i have time, i might just make a myspace account too. haha.

sooo... let's see. owh yea. I HAD THE MOST WONDERFUL MONDAY EVER yesterday!!! i went golfing with a couple of my chinese high school friends and then we hung out at the club after our game. it was just like MSSJ when i got to play with Koh again. haha. thx Koh!!~~

after that i went back home. took my bath and straight away slept the whole evening coz i was so exhausted. i woke up nearly at 7 and my father told me to get ready coz we're going to MK (summit one). so we all got ready and went there at 8. seriously, the whole place was like totally belong to us. nobody was there except us.
-.-
we ordered some snacks (actually ended up ordering too much) and drinks. the main reason we came is to 'lepak' and listen to the acoustic songs played by performer that night. suprisingly, one of them knew my dad ( i think its coz he often goes that with my ototou Syady ^_^). the performers were fabulous. some of the songs they played were actually really good. i was quite suprised when the young guy sang a chinese song. i was like

"wow"
*smiles*
*speechless*

my mom had the same expression on her face. we went home at 10 or so. i changed and did my homework. haha. always doing it at the very last minute. haha
=)