tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9856161175307597692024-03-29T00:27:00.151-07:00sembilaniwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-58600126165248219112013-01-03T07:59:00.004-08:002013-01-03T07:59:51.430-08:00A car with two enginesI heard the call to write when I fetched my glass of cold water before I went to bed.<br />
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I remember reading it somewhere that there was a new Mercedes Benz Hybrid car that runs on 4 electric motors. However, when I searched for it on the internet, nothing related to it showed up. (Perhaps, it is because either I read it from a newspaper that tells nothing but only lies or I was just not so good at looking for information on the internet). Anyway, the purpose of this post is to write neither about the obviously expensive Mercedes nor the mainstream newspaper. Rather, I believe that I am somehow inspired to relate the concept of having more than one engine in a single car to almost every single thing in this mortal life.<br />
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Before I go further on explaining how the concept of having multiple engines in a car related to various aspects of life, let's us first assume that such car exists somewhere in some parts of this planet. For the sake of simplicity, let's assume that the car that we are going to use as a model or reference is powered by two engines that move its two frontal wheels. Next, in order to better present the idea, I provide you with this nonscientific yet enlightening diagram below.<br />
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Now, let's take this car to a smooth straight ride on a controlled environment track. To ensure the car moves in a straight path, both of the engines have no other choice but to run at the very same speed; or else, the car will take its driver to an ever distorting path (and most probably never get to the desired endpoint). In a case where one of the engines is slower than the other, the control system must be good enough to ascertain that either the slower engine has to keep up to the pace (with the price of more fuel) or the faster engine has to slow down to the other engine's speed (by sacrificing the precious time taken to get to the desired endpoint).<br />
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Now, we pretty much have a good understanding about how a car with two engines works. Fine. But what does it has to do with my life?<br />
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I believe it is better for me to answer that question with the following statement: For most of us, school graduation marks the end of the age of a car with one engine, it is now the age of a car with multiple engines (up to four).<i> For those who haven't got the point, knock your head twice until you get it.</i> Now that I have moved to a different phase of life, I believe that is why the idea of having two engines stuck up in my mind. Nonetheless, don't be a fool to do things without getting educated.<br />
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In the real life, we are/will be (God-willing) one of the engines in a vehicle called life to a destined endpoint. The act of joining two engines in a single car <b>must</b> at least serve a purpose. After all, we are not, or worse than, livestock that live the life of eating and mating; therefore, we <b>must</b> be serving a great purpose.<br />
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So, now that we know how to and what it takes to get the car moving on the straight path, we should strive our best to ensure the car gets at the good endpoint in a good condition within a specific yet unknown definite interval of time before it runs out of gas. And God forbid, it is very undesired to have the knocked-down car somewhere on the side of the track waiting to be burned by the heat of eternal sun. We also don't want to slow down the other engine just because we are so lazy to take responsibilities.<br />
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This vehicle or car that we are talking about does not only reflect our mortal life but also other aspects of life such as financial planning & management, family business, house chores, social works, winter trip planning, and the list goes on. If one of the engines is not equipped with enough interest, understanding and education, the car might not be able reach its destination - in which is undesired. So, being responsible and good communication are the keys of well-maintained high performing luxury supercar that is ready to take one to perpetual heavenly vacation!<br />
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<br />iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-85713180922843049722012-10-08T18:49:00.001-07:002012-10-08T18:49:29.656-07:00Tahi Tanda Kasih Sayang?I think I don't need to publicize this post because some people might find it disgusting. However, it has been a while though since I wrote my last post. Indeed the blogger has a new look - very F5-ing (refreshing).<br />
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One weird thing came to my mind this morning as I was doing my morning ritual with Pak Tan ( a.k.a <a href="http://translate.google.com/#ms/en/encik%20tandas">Encik Tandas</a> for those who are not familiar with Pak Tan). Well before that, frankly speaking, I believe everyone finds poops dirty and disgusting, right? Unless you are Suparman (that's how they spell it) from Dr. Slump, then that is your favorite dish. Anyway, while I was doing the thing that I am supposed to keep it private, I came up with the idea that poop is a sign of love.<br />
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I know it's pretty weird but allow me some time to explain it to you. Ask yourselves, would you touch a stranger's poop? No, right..? Would you clean a stranger after he has done with his toilet business? No, right..? Why? Because it is (obviously) disgusting.<br />
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However, do you still remember, when you were very little, when you could barely talk, when you couldn't even stand on your feet, when all you did was crying, WHO cleaned you? Yes, they were (and I believe still are) the persons who love you. Yes, you were very annoying, and your poop smelt bad, but they wiped you. Poop is disgusting. Wrecked poop in your diaper was far worse. Why would they clean you anyway?? If you ask me, I would say it was because no one was home and it smelt really bad I feel like punching you in the face. No, just kidding. If you ask those people who cleaned you before, they did that solely because they love you.<br />
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I know it is unbelievable for me to talk about love and stuffs but hey, this is a poop-talk okay. However, allow yourselves some time to think about what I just said. I know I can't be 100% wrong on this one. Yeah..Poop is love. I mean, cleaning poop is a sign of exceptional love. So appreciate your diaper-changer while you still can. Love you guys! ; )iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-86312357586178225602012-04-17T21:31:00.003-07:002012-04-17T21:32:50.640-07:00Takde pape..aku dah kata dah kan..?Kan takde pape ni ha. aku saje je main2 photoshop malam2 ni. ter update sikit2 la plak blog ni. pergi sambung balik buat kerja.<div><br /></div><div>minum susu sebelum tidur.</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-21721716002506999142012-02-04T08:39:00.000-08:002012-02-08T05:59:53.180-08:00NicknameBismillah..<br /><br />Assalamualaikum rakan-rakan yang sangat dikasihi sekalian. Suka untuk beta katakan pada hari ini bahawa beta mahu mengisytiharkan suatu rahsia yang telah sekian lama menghantui diri beta. Hari tu telah pun aku bebel-bebel pasal kemalasan dan segalanya dan telah aku jangkakan bahawa ia mengundang rasa bersalah pada diri aku. Tapi perlu wo nak cakap benda camtu. Hari ini, saya ingin berceritakan tentang kisah diri saya. Kalau anda nak skip silakan sebab tak best mana pun. Ni nak cerita pasal diri sendiri je. Panjang pulak tu. Anda boleh pergi ke blog <b><span><a href="http://mohammadriduan.blogspot.com/">Sentuhan Rijal </a></span></b>untuk dapatkan ilmu yang lagi bermanfaat.<br /><br />Seperti yang telah tertera di title, ia adalah mengenai nickname yang aku dapat sepanjang hidup ini. Dan ia masih lagi tidak berhenti. Kamu semua (korang) pun ada nickname jugak kan? So mari kita share-share sikit.<div><br /></div><div>Dilahirkan sebagai Muhammad Redzuan Khairun, aku punya banyak sedara mara. Takde kaitan pun sedara mara dengan nama aku. Tapi sebab ni introduction, so aku letak je la camtu. Nanti tengok je die punya kaitan. Kalau takde nampak gak kaitan, itu adalah kerana pemilik blog <a href="http://kesatuan-ummah.blogspot.com/"><b><span>Dari Kacamata Seorang Guitarist</span></b></a> kacau aku menulis.<br /><br />Masa aku mula berkomunikasi dengan makhluk bumi yang bergelar manusia, nama gelaran aku diberi Iwan....Aku agak tension ngan nama ni. Masa dulu, aku ada seorang nenek yang kami sedara mara panggil beliau Wan. So aku lihat seperti ada kaitan antara dua panggilan itu. Adakah aku seorang nenek? Mengapa ada "E" kat depan Wan? Walaupun aku tak suka sangat, tapi aku redha dan senyap je.<br /><br />Dan masa untuk masuk sekolah telah tiba! Disana aku memperkenalkan diri aku sebagai Redzuan. Serta merta aku lihat ramai lagi manusia yang namanya seakan-akan itu seperti Riduan, Ridhwan, Ridzuan dan Rezwan. Sekali lagi aku tension apabila orang salah sebut nama aku. Sehingga ke hari ini, aku akan emphasize kan RED tu. Yela, mana la tak tension. Kalau dalam satu kelas ada nama dekat-dekat sama pastu ada pulak mangkuk yang buat main. "Ey Riduan," Maka jawap mamat tu "Ye? Kau nak ape?" Pastu die kata "Eh, kita bukan panggil kau. Kita panggil Riduan tu". Kata mangkuk tu sambil menunjing jari pada aku dan terkekek-kekek gelak. Muka mamat Riduan tu masa pandang aku sepertinya sedang berkata "Biarlah orang-orang macam ni bahagia.." Kesian kan kat orang-orang tu? Panas gak aku bila diorang ni buat benda sama pada aku. Tapi waktu tu aku baik, takde marah-marah. Aku seorang yang sangat jinak.<br /><br />Bila masuk darjah tiga, aku telah join pengakap. Cool giler pengakap ni. Nak citer pasal Pengakap ni nanti la kat post lain. Aku tak hebat mana pun cam ada orang jadi King Scout ape semua tapi banyak ibrah dalam citer pengakap tu sendiri. Nanti panjang pulak. Tapi kat sini citer pasal pengakap ni ada sebabnya. Maka pada darjah tiga selepas beberapa lama kami yang bonded dalam banyak perkhemahan pengakap, satu hari dikhabarkan bahawa sekolah akan menerima pelawat-pelawat dari luar. Jadi kami, pengakap, ditugaskan untuk menyambut mereka. Kelakar kan? Camping tepi laut, dalam hutan, sejuk hujan, last-last sambut tetamu je. So cara kami menyambut tetamu ini adalah dengan meletakkan dua orang yang special untuk menerangkan pasal beberapa benda yang ada di foyer sekolah masa tu. Ada machine apa tah. Umum mengetahui bahawa aku banyak membaca maka pengetahuan aku dari orang pun lebih sikit; maka, aku telah dipilih untuk jadi salah satu penyambut tetamu tu. Dipendekkan cerita, aku dipakaikan dengan lab coat. Maka budak-budak pengakap ini sejak dari hari itu mula memanggil aku PROFESSOR..Cikgu pengakap tu start dulu. Maka nama itu melekatlah sepanjang karier pengakap sekolah rendah aku. Mana-mana aku pegi pun orang panggil nama tu. Entah nak rasa seronok ke segan ke sebab bila cakap ngan mak aku, dia gelak pulak. Maka itulah origin nama professor tu.. (Panjangnya paragraph ni)</div><div><br /></div><div>Sungguh panjang post ini. Barulah aku tahu apa <b><span><a href="http://zulfikarhazri.blogspot.com/">Zulfikar Hazri</a></span></b> rasa bila tengok preview dah panjang macam hape. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maka zaman sekolah rendah aku yang bermasalah pun dah habis. Maka aku pergi ke alam sekolah menengah. Alam ini diberi nama The Second Chance selepas masa sekolah rendah aku yang amat bermasalah. Masa sekolah menengah, kami makan di dewan makan. Ada la sorang abang ni, orang panggil die Haitop. Die makan depan aku, so die punya syok makan nasik sampai nasi dia habis dulu tapi lauk die ada lagi. So dia nak amik kat kaunter depan nu dia segan. Maka aku yang kecik makan depan dia ada banyak lagi nasik yang tak sentuh lagi. Dia pun mintak kat aku sikit nasik sambil tutup muka dia dengan tangan kiri dia. Kalau dia pakai tangan kanan nanti penuh la muka dia dengan nasi kan? So aku pun bagi la nasik aku sikit kat dia. Lepas-lepas tu abang ni jadi baik pulak dengan aku, begitu juga rakan-rakannya yang lain. Nampak cam best la kan? Tapi yang tak best nya aku dapat satu nickname baru iaitu NASIK. Aku pun cam apehal la aku yang nasik nya. Dia yang amik nasik aku, aku pulak yang nasik. Patutnya dia la yang Nasik. Disebabkan rule asrama yang takleh nak rebel-rebel silap-silap kau kena kirai (belasah ramai-ramai), maka aku diamkan dan lama-lama aku jadi lali pulak la ngan nama tu. Takde hal la.<br /><br />Dan! Di masa yang sama juga, aku ada dapat nickname dari satu golongan yang tidak disangka-sangka akan bagi nickname pada aku. Mereka adalah cikgu-cikgu kesayangan aku. Aku pun takmo la elaborate panjang-panjang kenapa aku dapat nama ni tapi kalau aku sebut nama tu, korang sendiri pun paham. Tau nama tu apa? ia adalah JAMBU...ok habis cerita. bye. Ok belum lagi. Cikgu-cikgu ni panggil aku camtu tak kira masa dan tempat. Dalam sekolah, dalam kelas, tengah mengajar geografi, pergi wakil sekolah, dan macam-macam lagi tempat, semuanya Jambu. Sampai hari ini pun, kalau aku call cikgu ni, aku masih lagi dipanggil dengan nama itu.<br /><br />Melangkah ke form 4 adalah masa yang sangat bersemangat! Mari mulakan hidup baru dengan kecemerlangan PMR! Mula-mula sekolah je terus dapat nickname baru yang aku tak tahu mana hujung pangkalnya. Ia adalah IWE. Walaupun aku masa dapat nama ni aku blur, tapi pada aku nama ini adalah nama paling cool yang orang pernah panggil aku. Amacam? Cool kan Iwe? Nama cam Kelantan tapi aku bukanlah orang Kelantan mahupun lahir di Kelantan. So korang rasa camne aku leh dapat nama tu? Tapi takpe, sebab nama tu cool, aku suka.<br /><br />Sampailah habis sekolah aku pakai nama tu. Sebab tu kat URL blog ni pun masih ada nama tu. Iwe.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi, ia pun sama cam kisah Nasik tadi. Sebab, di kalangan cikgu, nama aku lain. Walaupun ada cikgu-cikgu yang panggil aku Redzuan, tapi cikgu-cikgu yang kamcing ni panggil aku lain. Tapi nama tu pun lebih kurang tadi jugaklah. Kawan-kawan nak tau apa?? Ia adalah Can. Cara sebut adalah CHAN as in Shin Chan. Tapi aku bukan dapat dari nama budak tu. Tapi ia adalah dari perkataan Cantik..Aduhai, perlu ke aku bagitahu semua benda ni? Alah, dah nak habis dah pun masa muda. Bila lagi nak buat benda gila kan? Tapi kadang-kadang ada jugak cikgu yang panggil aku Jambu. Hatta kena marah pun panggil Jambu lagi. Nak tergelak aku. "Hey, Jambu! Kenapa awak bla3..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Nama ni InsyaAllah popular di kalangan cikgu-cikgu sahaja. Walaupun ia agak merebak sikit di kalangan para pelajar. Tapi nama Iwe tu tetap Gagah dan tersemat di hati setiap makhluk sekolah tu yang mengenali aku!<br /><br />Dan hidup aku diteruskan ke alam PLKN. Kat sana, aku adalah seorang makhluk asing. Disebabkan mereka ini berkumpul mengikut negeri asal, jadi mereka semua ada bahasa masing-masing. Aku tak masuk group mana-mana walaupun aku berasal dari salah satu negeri mereka itu. Hal yang demikian adalah kerana aku tak bercakap bahasa mereka. Tapi tu untuk hari-hari yang pertama je. Dalam minggu pertama jugak, aku dapat nickname baru yang aku tak sangka-sangka sekali. Aku nak cakap pun segan. Tapi tu la yang diorang bagi kat aku. Tau tak apa dia? Segan-segan pun aku bagitahu jugaklah. Ia adalah USTAZ. Wooooo...back off man. Baik betul aku. Haha. So walaupun hidup kat sana cam drama swasta, tapi aku cuba la survive. Apehal tah. Since aku tak jumpa dah sesape lepas PLKN maka nama itu berkubur begitu sahaja. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hidup di PLKN begitu singkat. Maka selepas itu aku berangkat ke INTEC selepas menerima tawaran. Kalau korang nak tahu, aku ada suatu cerita di antara period SPM-INTEC ni. Tapi nantilah aku cerita.<br /><br />Masa di INTEC, kira-kira minggu yang pertama jugak, (yela, sebab masa ni la orang perkenalkan diri), aku dapat nickname baru. Haih. Masa tu aku memperkenalkan diri aku "My name is Muhammad Redzuan Khairun and you can call me IWE". Lantas lecturer tu kata "Euw, I don't want to call you that name". Aku agak tergamam, dan berkata dalam hati " Dia ni dengar apa sebenarnya?". Lepas tu classmates aku dengan tiba-tibanya mencadangkan "REDZ". Guess what? Ia melekat. Ah....Nak kata tak suka, dah bertahun-tahun dah aku pakai nama tu. Ramai dah orang go dengan nama tu. Alahai<b><a href="http://iwefeatredzsembilan.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-poyo-and-society.html"> poyonya</a></b> nama..Takpa, hidup mesti terus!<br /><br />Dan nama Redz tu diteruskan sampailah aku ke States. Perlu diingatkan nama itu diberi oleh orang melayu yang makan belacan ye. Maka sampai di States aku ingat nama tu agak Americanized la kan? That is what they have been telling me. Sekali aku introduce kan diri aku, berbelit pulak lidah omputih ni nak sebut Redz. Korang tau apa nama aku kat sini? Nama yang American panggil hari-hari? Ia adalah MUHAMMAD. Cantik kan? Ye memang cantik. So it is a reminder for all Muhammads out there: we have to live up the name.<br /><br />Ironi kan? Orang Melayu panggil Redz~ American you~ Tapi American panggil MUHAMMAD. Lawa nama tu alhamdulillah.<br /><br />Sehingga ke hari ini, itulah yang orang panggil aku. Kecuali ada beberapa orang yang rapat, diorang panggil Redz. Bukanlah aku tak suka nama tu, tapi saje je cakap. hehe.<br /><br />Bestnya duk oversea ni, kita dapat menaikkan nama ayah kita. Hehe. Nak je aku cerita kat ayah aku yang orang kat sini panggil aku KHAIRUN. Agak-agak dia bangga ke dia marah sebab aku curi nama dia? Fikir-fikirkan ye.<br /><br />Kita ni nama diberi dah cantik, maka hidupkan lah nama tu. Nama seperti Shafiq, Ehsan, Amir, Arif dan banyak lagi. Tahu tak kamu semua apa makna nama kamu? Adakah kamu menghidupkan makna nama kamu itu? Ini adalah peringatan untuk diri aku juga.<br /><br />Dan ketika kita bagi nama kepada orang, itu adalah doa kan? So kalau panggil die Longkang, atau Mumu atau Dikbil... Emm...<br /><br />Aku nak elaborate panjang lagi tapi pemilik blog <b><a href="http://meismadi.blogspot.com/">Qalam Aqli</a></b> kata "Panjangnya..."<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-13493642936317568622012-01-23T06:17:00.000-08:002012-01-23T15:32:54.886-08:00Nagging on Laziness<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bismillah<div><br /></div><div>Most of the people that are close to me know that I have a short-temper; but, I am not here to talk about my temper in which at some point is uncontrollable. We'll talk about it in other coming post InsyaAllah. Albeit I know I should have not let my anger override my rational thinking; yet, last night, I was really upset when someone said something that has always upset me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>Yet I cannot say that is the thing that upsets me the most (because there are too many things that can upset me and I seriously do not know how to rank them in order). </div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey, it is already third paragraph yet you haven't said anything about the thing that upset you. You are pissing me off!!"<br /><br />OK. Sorry. Y'know, it is about the way people acknowledging <b>the idea of laziness</b> in themselves that upsets me.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>"He doesn't perform well does not mean he is stupid. He is just lazy"</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div>Thank God I was not made of explosives; or else, I would have exploded already. Let me explain to you why it upsets me so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>See, this is how some people out there think when it comes to performance. They thought that low academic performance is a result of unfortunate slowness in absorbing class materials; yet, they unconsciously admit that those low-performers are actually blessed with intelligence and they can't do well is SIMPLY because they are lazy. <span>get my point?</span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>You see how those two ideas, namely unfortunate slowness and blessed intelligence, do not go along really well? They are like oil and water! How could someone slow can be intelligent? I am not demeaning slow people for who they are - that is something for sure.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alas, they take laziness as a petty matter. The word "just" itself exhibits how laziness has a very insignificant contribution to the problem. </div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>How ignorant someone could be to notice that the real problem is the laziness <i>per se</i>? The presenting problem, which is low performance, is not a result of weak cognition; yet, little did they know that laziness is the root of the problem.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ability of mental to process knowledge and materials up to certain level is not our choice. If we were born slow, then there is nothing we could do about it. Well, of course some people undergo therapy and constantly hope for miracle to happen. The effort to overcome something that is beyond our power and choice in order to be better person is noble by itself. Hey, God will not grant you something unless you work hard for it. remember?</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMsR9tagWyX30VAlC-tMFSHR9TgseDQ8qJQDUs3JIL567PtRjMhlNkFsAFaMXVsFj0rhSApZlceYm6jQOE5yJ2WU98vX1LNszs7_peR97p_NcvUUWFRVQaOsN6F1b951f_VHXe8-1w88/s320/ar-ra%2527d11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700873591062163138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px; " /><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Ar-Ra'd (11) image source: quran.com</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"For each one are successive [angels] before and behind him who protect him by the decree of Allah. <b>Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves. </b>And when Allah intends for a people ill, there is no repelling it. And there is not for them besides Him any patron"</div><div><br /></div>What I am trying to say is that it is not fair for someone to put blame of weak performance on the capacity to acquire knowledge. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is their stupidity that should be blamed for. Wait, what do I mean by 'stupidity' here?</div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div></div></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>We must be thankful to be bestowed with the precious willpower since there is no other creation of God are given the power of will. In our lives, we always face with choices and it is actually up to us to choose what we think the best for us (based on our understanding and existing laws). </div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div></div></div></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>So, what does stupidity has to do with willpower? Ignorant people, for me, are the ones who intentionally made wrong decision even though they know, by heart, it is a wrong decision. Alright, this is for you students; do you know that you will not get good grade if you don't study? Duh~ Why do I bother to ask you when we already know the answer to this silly question? It is because I just want to make my point clearer! Isn't it stupid for somebody who has known the</div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div></div></div></div><div> answer to that stupid question yet he or she still goes for the stupid choice? Yes, that is the stupidity that needs to be cured.</div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div></div></div></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>If we could spend every single penny that we have to cure the existing low mental capacity, why would not we spend a little time to think and make the right (read obvious) choice? </div><div><br /></div><div>Ah..isn't it really stressful to see something good that is already served before our eyes yet we choose to have the bad meal? <span>*insert clip from Family Guy to illustrate this example*</span></div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hfQbqfg1tsTHPl9pPTaauBHyoN-RcAsSQkcdMReYCYYWj7C2uNxQPiQntJsIjZTS2I1ErpnbuJSbLEGUgPW25Oklc4TtHIKnqAtQ5gLjikdrL9cVT7OF6v28Bglou847MyImdWWQVsE/s320/barfyFamilyGuy.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700884579404457746" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>myspace.com (sorry I can't find a clip, but I am sure you guys will find one)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Failure to identify the real problems is the biggest problem because you will never know where to start while the presenting problem worsens. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Being lazy never helps you to be engineers. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Please, correct me if I am wrong in a wise and acceptable manner. Verily, I am only another person that has a lot of defects in my being. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-78221374427823808862012-01-17T04:24:00.000-08:002012-01-17T05:54:33.616-08:00KenanganSalam 'Alaik rakan-rakanku semua,<br /><br />Jadi hari ini merupakan salah satu dari empat hari yang aku update blog kerana aku hanya update blog empat kali setahun. Jika rakan-rakan perasan, aku sudah tukar layout dan gambar kat atas tu jadi comel sikit dari sebelum ni. Yela, segan jugaklah aku blog je hias lawa-lawa api takde sape nak update blog; sudah itu pulak orang duk tanya tapi aku kata asyik kata esok atau kejap lagi je. Ok, mari kita masuk ke tajuk.<div><br /></div><div><b><u>KENANGAN</u></b></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div>selama mana aku hidup di bumi yang fana ini, aku memerhatikan bahawa kita sentiasa beredar di sekeliling kenangan; aku tak tahu orang lain macam mana, tapi aku fikir macam tu. faham tak?<br /><br />let me break it down for you. Mengikut theory aku, fasa hidup kita ni terbahagi kepada 3 komponen kenangan iaitu: </div><div><br /></div><div>1) Merancang kenangan</div><div>2) Mencipta kenangan</div><div>3) Mengenang kenangan</div><div><br /></div><div>it sounds corny - I know. But anyhow, let's go through one by one.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>1. Merancang kenangan</u></div><div><u><br /></u></div><div>sebenarnya dalam step ini, ia bermula dengan mendengar dan melihat kenangan orang sekeliling.</div><div><br /></div><div> Masa ini, typically semasa kita semua masih lagi kanak-kanak riang yang dengar je apa orang sekeliling cakap. sedang kawan kau cerita hantu yang tak masuk akal pun kau dengar jugak dengan penuh khusyuk. aku rasa mendengar kenangan tu adalah seperti yang semua orang paham kan? cam biasa la, kau dengar datuk-datuk atau pakcik-pakcik menceritakan kenangan mereka membina empangan tasik kenyir la, lawan komunis la, pegi lawan bos kat tempat kerja la, memukul pak guard dengan kayu golf la, serta menjadi pegawai diplomat Malaysia ketika usia masih muda. kang aku letak semua contoh nanti takde sape nak baca. </div><div><br /></div><div>dari segi melihat kenangan pula, ia lebih kepada apa yang kita lihat secara live ataupun yang kita tengok dalam TV. contoh yang terdekat pada aku adalah ketika aku menonton filem autobiografi ramai manusia-manusia yang berjaya dalam hidupnya. setidak-tidaknya pun, kita melihat sendiri depan mata bagaimana orang-orang terdekat dengan kita yang berbakti pada masyarakat. takkan la tak motivated kot. pembacaan pun turut mempengaruhi jugak; kau baca kisah-kisah sahabat tu. sama je la konsepnya dengan macam tengok movie autobiagrafi tu. </div><div><br /></div><div>tapi by the end of the day, kita yang masih lagi suci murni ibarat kain putih tu mula rasa motivated nak buat perkara yang sama ataupun lebih hebat lagi. kan? ke aku sorang je pikir camtu..?<br /><br />lepas tu barulah orang sibuk nak merancang nak buat apa dalam course hidup dia. menurut adik aku, semasa dia berumur 5 atau 6 tahun, dia bercita-cita mahu cemerlang dalam upsr so that boleh masuk MRSM and then dapat SPM 11A supaya dia dapat fly ke United States. hebat...siapa la yang motivate dia tu, mesti kacak orangnya. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Begin something with the end in mind" </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stephen Covey - Author of "Seven Habits of Highly Effective People"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>2. Mencipta kenangan</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dalam hidup kita, kita akan sentiasa berdepan dengan pilihan. sedang kau tengah tahan berak masa ceramah motivasi ramai-ramai kat sekolah pun kau menghadapi pilihan jugak. sama ada kau nak pergi ke tandas dan berak, atau kau tahan je sampai ceramah tu habis. yela, mungkin kau seorang yang segan kalau orang tahu kau pergi berak. sikit punya lama kau spend kat dalam bathroom tu takkan la orang tak tau. pastu bila kau masuk orang ramai-ramai pakat tutup hidung. panjangnya contoh ni..tapi pointnya adalah hidup sentiasa berdepan dengan pilihan. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">apa pulak la kaitan kenangan dan pilihan ni...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ceritanya macam ni, dalam engkau menghadapi hari-hari dalam hidup kau, kau selalu tak tanya diri kau, apa yang patut kau buat? senang cerita macam ni, masa tu ada selection untuk wakil sekolah ke taekwondo tournament. kau ada pilihan sekarang sama ada kau nak buat sehabis baik atau kau buat-buat segan bagi peluang mencipta sejarah hidup tu ke orang lain. boleh kata pulak kau ni seorang yang smart dan mahu melakar sesuatu dalam hidup, mestilah kau rasa nak buat betul-betul kan? dan engkau pun buat gila-gila punya dan akhirnya tup-tup engaku dah final peringkat kebangsaan dan..arghh..senang pendek cerita kau dapat emas. syabas, syabas. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">bukan dalam sport sahaja, malah dalam bidang kepimpinan, adakah engkau sanggup menggalas tanggungjawap sebagai seorang ahli Lembaga Disiplin Pelajar semasa kanak-kanak yang tak matang lain merasakan itu adalah suatu yang terlalu menonjol untuk mereka, atau adakah engkau sanggup jadi presiden Kelab Parti Politik Tertentu Luar Negara New York-New Jersey ketika jauh di lubuk hati kau, kau tak mahu ada association dengan parti politik ini? tapi semuanya kau buat jugak la sebab kau nak melakukan sesuatu dalam hidup ini.<br /><br />dalam kegiatan sosial, kau mesti ada pergi volunteer ke, tolong orang ke. i tell you what, volunteering is surely a life-changing act. kau tak rasa wo camne bestnya volunteer ini. aku tak rajin sangat volunteer, sikit-sikit je. tapi aku tengok orang-orang yang volunteer ni semua macam ketagih nak buat benda tu. apsal? haa. kau volunteer sendiri la baru kau cakap. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">dari tadi asyik cakap benda positive je kan? boleh jadi masa muda ni kita buat benda gila-gila punya. kau skema ke nak buat semua benda nerd-nerd? cakap skema kat kau marah pulak. time muda-muda ini lah kita lumba lembu kat sawah orang ke, drift kereta proton bapak kau depan masjid time subuh hari ke, merempit malam-malam sampai terbarai motor depan kubur ke, masukkan peti ais dalam bathtub ke, ikut sukahati korang la. banyak lagi benda aku boleh tulis tapi kang penuh dengan contoh pulak. tak sampai point. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tapi la kan, dalam hidup kita ini sentiasa berdepan dengan pilihan. sama ada kita nak buat dosa atau pahala. sama ada kita nak buat benda mulia atau keji. sama ada kita nak buat benda baik atau buruk. sama ada kita nak buat benda besar atau kecil. sama ada kita nak jadi manusia terbilang atau manusia yang biasa-biasa. pilihan sentiasa berada di tangan kita. masa untuk mencipta kenangan ni dah lama bermula untuk kita-kita kini yang muda belia, tapi masih belum terlambat nak terus mencipta. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Steve Jobs, dalam setiap benda yang beliau mahu buat, beliau akan bertanya pada diri beliau sendiri: "If today was my last day, would I do what I am about to do now?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><i>Orang Yang Hidup bagi dirinya sendiri akan hidup sebagai orang kerdil dan mati sebagai orang kerdil. Tapi orang yang hidup bagi orang lain akan hidup sebagai orang besar dan mati sebagai orang besar (Sayyid Quthub)</i></span></b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>3. Mengenang kenangan</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: left;">Masa mencipta dan mengenang kenangan ini biasanya overlapped. Yela, sedang benda yang kau baru buat tadi kau boleh kenang kejap lagi. kan? tapi masa tua kita, masa yang kita dah tak bermaya nak gila-gila lagi, atau masa kita tidak lagi sesuai untuk buat certain benda, time tu adalah masa mengenang kenangan. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">masa tu kau akan termenung sorang-sorang, pandang luar tingkap, tapi kau tak pandang pun pokok pisang kat luar tu, tapi kau melihat satu-satu kenangan yang kau buat masa kau masih gagah dahulu. senyum sorang-sorang aje kau. time tu la anak cucu kau datang dan kau pun bukak la cerita. sebab tu orang muda sekarang bila buat benda gila-gila sikit dia nanti akan kata "Nanti adalah benda sikit nak cerita kat anak cucu". Ok, aku sound like orang tua.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">selalunya aku fikir, mungkin nanti suatu hari nanti korang akan jadi somebody, dan masa itu, orang akan buatkan movie atau at least satu museum untuk kau. orang takkan nak buat movie kehidupan seorang yang sangat hambar dan <i>lame</i>. mesti la nak cari kehidupan yang penuh adventure dan action-packed. So, tanyalah diri korang, adakah hidup korang ni best nak dibuat movie atau buat abis beras je kalau buat pun? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ataupun, kalau korang suatu masa nanti ketika terlantar kat katil, masa tu adakah kau akan menangis sebab menyesal dengan benda-benda yang kau buat? adakah jugak kau akan menyesal sebab kau buat benda-benda yang tak sepatutnya yang kau harap kau boleh patah balik masa?<br /><br />ataupun korang akan asyik gelak or senyum sambil berkata "I did this and that and I am so proud of what I did". Bukan bermaksud riak la tapi.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ataupun, masa kita semua menghadap Yang Esa. bersediakan kita dimainkan semula kenangan-kenangan kita di dunia yang sementara ini dan dikhabarkan kepada kita apa yang telah kita kerjakan dan diputuskan keputusan kepada kita? Wallahu 'Alam. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span >-this is just a friendly reminder for me and you just in case we forgot.</span></div><div><span >-jika ada salah dan silap harapnya ditunjukkan dengan cara penuh hikmah dan hemah.</span></div><div><span >-ok, kelas aku start hari ini. dah takde masa free lagi. takleh tulis blog. "Argh, kau manjang busy nye. pemalas tulis blog apa?". "Haah kan, kalau nak tunggu tak busy bila je aku betul-betul free?"</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-30777694692208453812011-08-26T08:10:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:51:14.119-07:00EarthQuake and Hurricane
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<br />assalamualaikum kawan2..kali ini, tajuk je English tapi isi die bahasa ibunda kita iaitu bahasa Melaka. hari ini sambil mendengar lagu Nur Kasih, aku decide nak tulis satu post.
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<br />pagi tadi, setelah kami semua jemaah subuh, semasa orang lain membaca al-ma'thurat dan ayat suci al-Quran, kami telah jamming sampai langit terang. ape nak jadi la.tapi apa yang nak diceritakan adalah kejadian alam yang telah dan bakal terjadi ini.
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<br />tibe-tibe aku tergoncang-goncang. aku sangkakan ia adalah angin. tapi mustahil la angin sebab semua benda dalam bilik aku bergegar. aku pun kata "Awesome!!"..tanpa aku terpikir bahawa ia adalah gempa bumi. selepas beberapa ketika baru aku tersedar ia adalah gempa bumi.
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<br />gempa bumi telah mengejutkan penduduk East Coast United States ni. gempa ini adalah kali pertama sejak 100 tahun yang lalu.so penuh la status facebook dengan cerita pasal earthquake.
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<br />pastu aku ada baca satu status member aku ni. die da kerja da kat philly. die kata camni tau. ada sorang kawan die kat tempat kerja pegi kat die lepas earthquake (earthquake tu xlama pun) and tanya dalam nada sangat confuse..dude, what happened? nak tau tak nape die tanya camtu? sebab nya, time before jadi earthquake tu, die nak berak. so kebetulan die lepas je taik die, suddenly satu bangunan bergegar..haha..epic betul tahi dia..lepas ni kalau die berak lagi ada thunderstorm. ada guruh berdentum2..hoho..so kawan2 takpe jangan risau. kalau member die tu tak berak lagi, maka hurricane tak datang lagi. tahi die ada sensor..haha
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<br />baiklah rakan2, selesai lawak tahi. semasa kami jamming tadi (walaupun aku tak reti main gitar), kami telah di ingatkan tentang amaran Hurricane yang bakal melanda. aku sekarang duduk di Castle Point Apartment. salah satu tempat yang agak tinggi elevation nya. so ia lebih terdedah kepada bahaya thunderstorm hurricane ini.
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<br />pihak berkuasa NJ telah mengeluarkan arahan dan beberapa langkah keselamatan. mereka menasihati agar penduduk stay indoor kalau nak hidup lama. selain itu, bekalan makanan dan air bersih hendaklah dipastikan mencukupi untuk at least 76 hours. atau dalam kata lain nye selama..3 hari lebih.
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<br />time tu, aku cuma terpikir satu benda. ia adalah sesuatu yang agak penting. solat? tu memang penting. tapi kalau takde air boleh tayammum. lagipun kat mana2 pun boleh solat asalkan tempat tu suci. makan? kita boleh buat bekal. minum? pun sama..ape die dalam otak aku masa tu wahai kawan2 kalau korang tahu?
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<br />sebelum aku jawap, biar aku bagi hint dulu benda ape die ni. kalau dah sampai masa dia tu kan, kita tak boleh nak pilih benda lain selain dari dia. cuba la bagi sebanyak mana duit pun, kita tak kan jugak pilih harta itu. kita akan pilih dia jugak. tak kisah la orang macam mana pun. apa itu? ia adalah
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<br /></div><div>cuba korang try bagi duit sejuta kat orang yang memang dah tak tahan nak berak tu and kata ngan dia, amik duit ni asalkan jangan berak. kalo lepas tu terberak kena amik balik duit tu. mesti dia taknak punya duit tu. die nak berak gak.
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<br />so ape kaitan berak dengan hurricane? nanti air takde, camne korang nak berak? lap-lap pun tapi nanti takmo flush? tak kan nak tengok je tahi tu berenang2 dalam toilet tu..
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<br />nampak tak ziplock atas ni..ke kita nak berak dalam ziplock? lepas tu letak sebelah muka member masa die tido.susun lawa2 sekeliling die.bila die golek sket je..pssckkktttsss (camne bunyi taik penyek ea?)
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<br />tak boleh.nanti akan timbul persengketaan.tapi sekali sekalaaa~~ haha..cam best je. so apa point yang aku nak sampai kan kat sini adalah PREPARATION. anda telah diberi amaran, maka persiapkanlah diri anda. hurricane datang ni, bahaya2..gamat nanti suasana. tapi akhirat nanti? saya suka untuk bertanya kepada diri saya berkali-kali sebelum bertanya kepada antum kalian: sudahkah anda bersedia? apakah bekal yang akan dibawa. sudahkah siap plan anda untuk menempuhi hidup selepas mati? atau nanti anda akan terkapai2?
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<br />kalau berak pun dah runsing..ape la aku ni. aku bukan nak buat jijik ke ape. tapi tu je ada dalam otak aku. so sorry la kepada sape yang baca blog aku time die tengah makan.ok, selamat mempersiapkan diri kalian! dan doakan kami di US ini!
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<br />segala comment, teguran dan soalan serta jawapan amatlah dialu-alukan dalam bentuk berhikmah dan berhemah. :)</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-65018327771389806862011-08-03T02:52:00.000-07:002011-08-03T03:23:47.277-07:00hehe..sorry (at one shot)salam,<br /><br />hehe...sudah tak update blog selama beberapa lama. serious sibuk la. hari tu kan macam artis kan pergi sambut birthday banyak2 kali..haha<br /><br />tak, sebenarnya aku busy gila dengan assignment yang berlambak walaupun dalam Summer session. tapi takpe, it makes me to stay sharp.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />nak tulis ape-ape sangat pun tak best jugak. dah masuk dah ramadhan, alhamdulillah di panjang kan umur untuk diketemukan dengan bulan mulia yang penuh berkah ini. bukan senang woo nak rebut peluang ni. cuba pergi tanya orang-orang yang dah mati (secara thought experiment, sebab diorang takleh jawap dah), adakah mereka tahu bahawa ramadhan yang lepas adalah ramadhan terakhir mereka? sudah tentu la mereka kata tak.<br /><br />untuk bulan ramadhan kali ini, suka aku mengingatkan diri aku berkali-kali sebelum mengingatkan rakan2 yang lain bahawa ini adalah bulan bonus. mana nak dapat beb bonus banyak2 macam ni. laksana beli satu dapat 10. takpun dapat berganda2. <br /><br />cuba la korang pikir kan, kalo korang nak angkat sebuah Nikon D300x. sekali pakcik kat B&H atau Adorama tu bagi korang sebijik lagi. korang tanya nape? pastu die kata, ala, saje je pakcik bagi lebih bulan ni. nah amik la sekali lens 24-70mm f2.8 ni sekali. percuma je dengan setiap pembelian anda di sini.<br /><br />GILAAAAAAA..tu dream aku kot..haha..sorry la pada sape2 yang tak paham aku nye contoh tu. tapi aku suka camera, rasa nak kawen je ngan kamera tu. maksud aku, aku suka la camera, so analogy tu dekat la pada aku. so pada korang yang tak merasa dekat ngan photography boleh la tukar subject analogy itu pada mesin photostat ke, lembu di ladang ke, motherboard ke, burger Ramlee ke, dan apa-apa la kegemaran korang yang leh kasi bukak sket mata.<br /><br />tapi the point being, pastilah orang-orang seperti aku yang boleh menggigil tengok kamera ini akan sanggup meminjam duit dari Angah atau Acik atau Ateh (sebab Along dah pergi Bukit Beruntung) dan BELI macam-macam jenis equipment photography. beli satu percuma satu kot. takpun koman2 pun dapat lens sebijik. sape nak bagi?<br /><br />aku rasa analogy ini sudah terlampau panjang. tapi aku nak cakap, tu baru offer camera yang aku rasa tak kan masuk akal punya.sape nak bagi 2 Nikon D300x for the price of one? tapi ni lagi lain punya beb.ramadhan lagi mantap dari tu. <br /><br />tak main la BOGO (Buy One Get One). aku rasa BOGO tu tipu la, memang la ko beli satu dapat satu. tapi, apa yang aku nak cakap, masa ramadhan, dia nye reward lagi la lipat2 kali ganda. dan dia nye cam end destination tu~ uhh..heaven. kalau benda keduniaan (ceehh) pun korang sanggup bermati-matian nak miliki walhal offer nye tak sehebat mana; cuba pikir pulak offer yang main ganda-ganda macam ni. tak mau ke?<br /><br />Allah dah bagi kelapangan yang cukup luas dah. setan semua dirantai beramai2. suasana kita pun jadi optimum untuk latihan dan didikan diri. tak mo lagi ke kita please Pencipta sekalian alam? bukan kena bayar pun..siap dapat reward banyak-banyak lagi dalam bulan ni kan? <br /><br />apsal? rasa segan nak start sebab sebelum ni amal-amal rongak ke? takpe derr, it's never too late. setiap manusia melakukan dosa siang dan malam; yang terbaik antara kamu adalah yang bertaubat. kita boleh start sikit2. maybe dengan terawih. <br /><br />terawih ni kalau rasa leceh nak buat jemaah, nak buat sorang2 pun takde masalah. personally, aku suka buat sorang2 jugak. kalau raya yang setahun sekali kita sambut bagai nak rak sebab dia datang setahun sekali je, macam tu jugak la terawih. mana ada nak jumpa terawih di bulan muharram ke, syaaban ke, february ke..mesti bulan ramadhan gak. pahala sunat jadi macam pahala wajib wo dalam ramadhan ni. bayang kan la kalau kita solat 8 rakaat extra, macam solat at least 2 kali solat fardhu pada 11 bulan yang lain (bulan islam ada 12 gak ea? hehe)kalau 12? 20? haa..lu olang educated kasi pikir la sendiri, kalau korang tak educated takde la korang baca blog-blog orang.(tapi aku tak kata orang yang tak baca blog tu uneducated..hehe)<br /><br />ok la, aku rasa sampai situ je kot. aku sebenarnya nak tulis pasal benda lain. sebelum aku tido malam tadi aku dah ada idea dah, tapi semua idea tu collapse masa aku bangun jadi aku lupa semuanya. nyesal aku tak tulis. tapi takpe lah, mana yang baik kita jadi kan teladan, mana yang buruk tu bagitau la. aku takmo jadi penyebar dosa dan ajaran sesat. tapi tegur lah secara berhemah dan berhikmah. hmmm...ala, nanti la tulis lagi.iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-13718895219481396032011-07-19T15:40:00.000-07:002011-07-19T18:31:02.748-07:00Convince:.:Accept//Force:.: Disastrous<div>**this is the thing that i have always wanted to tell people**</div><div>***enough with this stars thingy***</div><div><br /></div><div>if you see the title of this entry, you might not have any idea what this entry is all about. this is about serious matter; but, i am not going to write this in a very serious tone. i will try my best to convey my message; but<b> IT IS UP TO YOU TO ACCEPT IT OR NOT.</b></div><div><b> <a name='more'></a><br /></b></div><div>well, that is a pretty decent thesis statement for a blog entry. anyway, what i am going to tell you is a common thing in our society - people's reaction and acceptance upon ideas/messages. this might be situation in our office meeting, our daily conversation, or maybe within ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>THE PROBLEM</u></b></div><div>most of the time, we see some people struggle to get people to agree with them; too bad, that is not a healthy thing to do after all. it gets worse when the audience, or the opponents take some offensive approach towards these people. often we see comments as follow:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Boo!! your idea is no good after all"</div><div>"Stupid Joe, go to hell with your damn speech"</div><div>"Your article is a total rubbish"</div><div><br /></div><div>yet, the total blame is not on the audience alone. </div><div><br /></div><div>there are two kind of people in this situation:</div><div>1. people with idea/message</div><div>2.the listener/audience/or people who are meant to receive the messages/ideas.</div><div><br /></div><div>people do have ideas/messages, but they do not know how to convey or deliver them to public effectively. often time, when they are rejected, they take it personal. everything else that succeeds the rejection is all overly-emotional.</div><div><br /></div><div>on the other hand, the listeners, or better be called receptors (because they receive ideas/messages), feel threatened when the delivered messages/ideas contradicts with their norm or belief. they will strike back with the meanest offense you will ever see.</div><div><br /></div><div>but, that is the worst case scenario.</div><div><br /></div><div>wouldn't it be nice if we have some sort of code of conduct? i used to hold fast onto this philosophy (and i am getting it back right now) :</div><div><br /></div><div>"<i><b>Convince people to accept your idea but do not ever force them to agree with you</b></i>"</div><div><br /></div><div>hehe..i wanted to write it in more fancy way but i am afraid people will not get my point.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>CONVINCING PEOPLE (first party)</u></b></div><div>this is the first step to have your ideas implemented. after all, this is not a hard thing to do. if you can articulately explain what your ideas/messages are all about, you are actually halfway there.</div><div><br /></div><div>you must also be patient to explain every necessary point. (i think i want to use "I" instead of "You" as this is merely a self-reflection)</div><div><br /></div><div>in presenting your ideas, don't just blatantly equip your presentation with some fuzzy, anonymous, and nonsense crap. come on, dude. what you wanna do is to have your presentation go along with facts and wise opinions and reasons. </div><div><br /></div><div>see, i have always thought that it is hard to convince people but the truth is far from myth. </div><div><br /></div><div>but, if they do not agree or can't accept your ideas, then just move on.perhaps there is something somewhere you have to fix. be professional, not over-emotional. don't take it personal.</div><div><br /></div><div>'<i>whatever you do, do it at your best'</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b><u>LISTEN AND DECIDE (2nd party)</u></b></div><div>sometimes, i feel the urge to send almost all people i know or see to school back. i want them (and maybe myself too) to learn to LISTEN. it doesn't matter if you like it or not. just LISTEN first, and whatever you wanna do after that is totally up to u. but if i may, i would like to suggest or advise you on how to react upon presented ideas. </div><div><br /></div><div>if you like the idea or the message then it's good. you make their lives easier. </div><div><br /></div><div>if you don't, then don't take it negatively. there is nothing wrong with your thought about that idea or message. dude, that is what we call PREFERENCE. you have been given choices. you may leave without making any offensive remarks; or, if you think you have a better idea, feel free to present yours - in an acceptable manner. take emotion out of the equation first. </div><div><br /></div><div>in any case, useful and constructive critics always help.</div><div><br /></div><div>but, what if this is between you and your superiors (or leaders). most of the time, in our culture, people fool themselves just to please their superiors. i sometimes wonder what these assholes get as a reward..well, guys, if you wanna be good, LEARN TO SAY NO. i have a lot to say when talking about superior but let me stick to this discussion first. if you truly are human being, then there will be no such thing as superior. don't get me wrong, i am not a communist either. but what i am saying is that we are all equal in the context of humanity. </div><div><br /></div><div>well, it is for our own good too to have our leaders not to make mistakes. imagine (or see) how disastrous it could be (or have been) if we keep our mouths shut and just nod our heads. come on, even though they are leaders but they cannot run from making mistakes. it is our responsibility to remind them of their wrongdoings in <b>acceptable, wise, good, recommended, and full-of-respect manners. </b>if we are truly smart, we would not curse against each other like certain people do. </div><div><br /></div><div>'<i>verily, remembrance of Allah is the best advice after all'</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>ARGUMENT </u></b></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div>we might come to a point when argument starts to dominate the atmosphere. remember, <b>arguing is not a bad thing</b>. moreover, it might be necessary, provided we all do it appropriately. </div><div><br /></div><div>here is the thing; we are still in common ground even if we do not agree with others.</div><div><br /></div><div>not agreeing does not mean you go against everyone else. please, take this idea of fanaticism to your trashcan. </div><div><br /></div><div>personally speaking, if i had any idea, i would LOVE to have somebody else to not agree with me. </div><div><br /></div><div>why?</div><div><br /></div><div>not agreeing means we are seeing from different points of view. that is why we arrive at different agreement. by not sitting under same umbrella of agreement, we actually have widened our view. </div><div><br /></div><div>argh..this entry has been too long..ok, i wanna stop here. but, remember, all in all, patience is the key. don't get mad too soon or you will terribly regret it later.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>'patience is half of our faith'</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*today is a good day to write an entry because it is a special day*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-9207373801924380382011-07-17T03:25:00.001-07:002011-07-19T15:58:39.057-07:00Dilemma<div>(only p/s and p/s/s make the whole point of this entry. you can skip the whole entry to the p/s bla3)</div><div><br /></div>i see blog stats this morning, and the result was fairly surprising. of course, i have never thought that it would be that much. i thought the number of all-time view alone only was like couple hundreds..<div><br /></div><div><a name='more'></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>it makes me think; what does actually attract people to my blog? (even though there is nothing in the comment section). and, eventually it made me thinks whether or not is this result true. why should not it be true? anyway, these questions are not worthy to be answered.</div><div><br /></div><div>it makes me think about three things:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. myself. even though this seems unrelated but i gotta say that i shall not be snobbish and arrogant anymore. life is too short to be arrogant. it is not all about me, me and me. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. istiqamah (continuous in doing one thing). even though i have a lot to say and eager to post them everyday, i think it would be better if i limit my post to be 3 times a week. God likes continuous good deeds although they are small in our eyes. in addition, it could give me more time to draft things in my head and do more research so that i can come out with better writing. can i also say that it teaches me patience? </div><div><br /></div><div>3.readers. rapid posts could make some readers feel that they are outdated. </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: wouldn't it be a good idea if someone can suggest me topics that i could write? i can write things on my own thought but by having some topics that are most closely related to you (instead of me) will surely make me dive into other worlds. and the good news is, i will not be 'syok sendiri'.</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s/s: this blog has new face! i hope people like it. and there is a feedback section which is really time-saving ; so, you don't have to write comments in great amount of length - just click whatever you feel like. just so you know, i am not so crazy about having a lot of comments; i just want to know the relevance of my writing so that my time and your time will not be wasteful. </div></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-32064815788022096332011-07-16T15:42:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:42:13.619-07:00Something to Ponder upon this EveningHi mate,<div><br /></div><div>frequently we see people gather for, let say, a cause; yet little do most of them know the reason behind. i am not talking about specific event that just occurred few days ago; rather, a wide view on peoples' behavior - generally. for i am not in the exception zone, so this is merely a self reflect and time-to-time observation.</div><div><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div>it's good to see people get together to erect good causes that are, obviously, leading toward their own benefit. yet, unfortunately, among them, how many are there really understand the cause by heart? or, they just simply go with the motion. </div><div><br /></div><div>going with the flow is one of the unavoidable human natures. it should not be anything wrong with that as there is an Arabic saying goes like " Every child of Adam is child of environment". people are shaped, or molded, or fashioned by the environment. </div><div><br /></div><div>only a handful people can see beyond the atmosphere. these people are actually responsible to notice and realize what is up with their environment and it is up to them to change it (if necessary). alas, not many are brave enough to stand up against the norm and say "Hey, this is not the way things should be done; let's go to a better path.". it is because, in some cases, they know that they will be flooded by sea of ignorance; and, they think being rejected is no longer bearable.</div><div><br /></div><div>living in the society that has gotten used to this unhealthy environment is totally tiring. sticking around with people that are judgmental, overly skeptical, and blindly (and deadly) choosing side is seriously sickening. it makes you feel like changing the environment at first, and silently kill you from inside later. God bless for people who are committed to be the change. </div><div><br /></div><div>in my naive point of view, people should have had their own understanding solid; and, they must have reason(s) before they can support and live out one cause. there is totally nothing wrong to ask! question yourselves, why in the world shall we/i do this? if you can't really find the right answer, then it's no more good to continue. <b>BUT THIS ONLY APPLIES TO ANYTHING THAT HAS NO DIRECT ORDER FROM GOD. </b>if it is about ibadah or worship; then, it is slightly a different story.</div><div><br /></div><div>so here comes the responsibilities of people from two classes:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. for people who are gifted to be able to see out of the context, it is your responsibility to go towards good and recommended environment. healthy environment starts from healthy person. and, as Gandhi said as follow " if you want to see the change, be the change." patiently explain why some causes are good to support and the reasons behind things we are doing. being different is seriously painful; but, the results are worth the risks and pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. for people who want to be in a good cause yet can't really see the point, then it is time for you to actually challenge and question yourselves. dare yourselves to be different. dare yourselves to go against mainstream. dare yourselves to be the catalyst of change. dare yourselves to accept the truth even though the truth is sheer bitter to swallow. dare yourselves to widen your view and diverse your way of thinking. follow not but things you understand by heart.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-18366497243207569772011-07-13T14:27:00.001-07:002011-07-20T03:43:06.588-07:00apakah maksudnya menjadi pandai?<div><br /></div>Assalamualaikum dan hello kawan-kawan,<div><br /></div><div>masa membeli makan tengahari di kedai makcik Zainab depan balai polis selepas result kuar SPM hari itu, Zamani terdengar Mak Cik Leha membisik "Hesh~ anak Encik Zul tu pandai tu. hari tu SPM dapat 11A!!". begitulah kira-kira bisikan (yang sangat kuat sampai Zamani leh dengar) oleh Mak Cik Leha kepada makcik Zainab. maka mula lah gossip mereka yang kali ini memang betul Zamani takleh dengar.</div><div><br /></div><div>pergi la pulak Salleh ke kedai untuk beli minyak tanah untuk uwan kesayangannya di kedai Pak Manap. "huisshhh..Salleh, dah jadi mat saleh dah kau pergi sampai Amerika tu ha. pandai betul engkau ye?".</div><div><br /></div><div>tak pun masa Padel cakap kat Mirul masa balik sekolah "Camne ko leh jadi pandai ha? bagitau sikit buku dari langit ke berapa ko baca sampai leh jadi camni."</div><div><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div>..adui..tak reti betul aku nak tulis betul-betul ni..cukup la contoh kat atas tu dah banyak. aku cadang nak tulis entry ni pendek je.</div><div><br /></div><div>aku tulis ni bukan la sebab aku rasa aku pandai ke ape ke. tapi saje nak berkongsi sesuatu yang bermakna. sesuatu yang aku fikirkan semasa mandi pagi hari masa aku dah lambat pergi kelas. orang ramai seringkali salah anggap mengenai "pandai". tak juga aku kata mereka tu salah seratus peratus. tapi..ah, lantak la.baca dulu nanti korang paham la ape aku cakap.</div><div><br /></div><div>pada persepsi ramai orang yang aku lihat, pandai bagi mereka adalah:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. ukuran end result seseorang. contohnya result SPM, CGPA, atau ape-ape yang sama waktu dengannya.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.suatu kurniaan yang sangat mustahil untuk didapati oleh ramai orang. pada mereka, hanya secubit orang je pandai dari selautan manusia. mereka juga malangnya berpegang pada falsampah ini: "kalau semua orang pandai nak jadi doktor, engineer; sape pulak nak jadi tukang sampah?" letih betul kalau aku dapat hujah ni..</div><div><br /></div><div>3.kemampuan seseorang untuk menghafal segala macam benda yang ada dalam buku teks.</div><div><br /></div><div>4.ataupun apa-apa lagi la yang korang rasa patut aku letak kat sini.</div><div><br /></div><div>tapi kawan-kawan, bukan itulah kepandaian yang sebenar. atau lebih tepat lagi, aku katakan begini. bukan itu "kepandaian" yang kita harus kejarkan.</div><div><br /></div><div>biar aku pergi straight to the point je lah. dari duk berjela-jela tulis orang jadi boring nak baca.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">kepandaian sebenar adalah kebijaksanaan anda membahagi masa dengan effective.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div>orang kita ramai yang <i>gifted</i> sebenarnya. maksud saya, mereka punya daya usaha yang tinggi, kurniaan Allah menjadikan mereka genius, jadikan mereka otak cair, senang nak tangkap konsep cikgu ajar. serious. kalau tak, camne la diorang ni boleh modify kereta buatan orang, dan upgrade jadi mende yang lagi best. tu yang peringkat basic punya. kalau korang pergi kat University kat luar negara, bebudak kita excel gak..melainkan budak-budak yang tak pandai..haa? camne budak-budak tak pandai boleh fly pulak abang redz? sabar...</div><div><br /></div><div>kan aku cakap tadi, pandai kat sini bukan macam pandai yang korang sangka tapi pandai sini ada pandai membahagi masa.</div><div><br /></div><div>orang yang pandai membahagi masa insyaAllah diberkati masanya oleh Allah. kerana dia menghargai kurniaan Allah yang tidak boleh dilihat tetapi sangat berharga.</div><div><br /></div><div>orang yang pandai ada masa untuk bangun subuh, bersiap, mandi, solat, makan, pergi gym, main gitar, pergi kelas, buat homework, study, main game, tangkap gambar, dan ahh..ape-ape la. semua benda dia akan boleh buat.</div><div><br /></div><div>dia akan membuat kerja-kerja yang penting dan memerlukan productivity yang tinggi di pagi hari kerana productivity kita adalah maksimum pada permulaan hari dan semakin berkurangan apabila berlarutan ke waktu malam. dalam kata lain, banyak yang kita boleh capai atau selesaikan di pagi hari berbanding malam hari untuk satu tempoh waktu yang sama.</div><div><br /></div><div>orang yang tak berapa pandai, akan lebih kurang macam bersepah hidupnya. tidur lepas subuh sampai petang, lepas tu pening, melangut je tak buat ape-ape sampai maghrib, pastu lapar, makan dan tak mampu nak belajar ape-ape masa waktu malam. kalo ada pun dia study, ada sikit sangat. maybe dalam satu atau dua helai muka surat. lepas tu dah pukul 2 badan dah sakit-sakit rasa macam nak tido. tapi bila baring mata terbeliak je takleh nak tido. puaslah golek sana sini, last-last dengar azan subuh. bagus jugak la dia pergi solat. ada ke orang tak solat? wajib tu..jangan buat main..lepas tu mula la balik cycle dia tu..macam kenal la pulak kan? hehe..pandang cermin.</div><div><br /></div><div>pendek kata, jagalah masa. marilah sama-sama kita berdoa agar masa kita diberkahi. mari juga kita amati surah 'Asr kat bawah ni. kata seorang tokoh ilmuan Islam dahulu kala kira-kira bermaksud, jika Al-Quran tidak diturunkan melainkan satu surah ini, ia sudah cukup untuk menjadi panduan seluruh umat manusia. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlbH6vyxywi8eXP7e5c60DnkpOlVWhX2KM1HQSStB7rkPWvTnlZWfqaJoTM8rQ4xkFdiFgU8LHwZ_t1iV7N6PUow9znokNaBr6gA5BaG363kM4Rp8SJWrzM8biE7tpKAcLXl_ZO-hecY/s1600/%2527Asr.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlbH6vyxywi8eXP7e5c60DnkpOlVWhX2KM1HQSStB7rkPWvTnlZWfqaJoTM8rQ4xkFdiFgU8LHwZ_t1iV7N6PUow9znokNaBr6gA5BaG363kM4Rp8SJWrzM8biE7tpKAcLXl_ZO-hecY/s320/%2527Asr.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629355572636164338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >source: </span><a href="http://quran.com/103">http://quran.com/103</a></div><div><br /></div></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-36099692918052449362011-07-13T03:30:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:43:34.547-07:00Mari Menulis dengan Random (sebab apa kena menulis)Assalamualaikum dan hello rakan-rakan, <div><br /></div><div>mari kita menulis dalam bahasa melayu kerana aku adalah orang melayu. kenapa la introduction bengap macam ni..dalam post kali ini, cikgu akan membicarakan tentang kepentingan menulis blog kepada diri sendiri. kalau korang rasa tak penting lantak korang la.</div><div><br /></div><div>sekali lagi, hanya pengajaran dan nilai-nilai murni adalah sepatutnya kita amik dari pembacaan. kalau tak suka, kita ada pilihan untuk berlalu pergi. hmm..abang bunga dah aku.</div><div><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div>1. aku rasa, kita, (boleh la ea pakai kita? sebab ada orang akan setuju ngan aku) kena menulis blog. sebabnya kalau tak kita akan rasa bengap dan angkuh. seperti yang aku cakap dalam <a href="http://iwefeatredzsembilan.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-takes-me-some-time-to-think-what.html">post yang lepas</a>, kalau kita tak guna otak kita, dia akan membebal.sebab dia otak kan, so dia pun pikir la "wat mende la aku nak jadi gila-gila punya kalau tuan aku cuma pakai aku 4 tahun sekali." dia menambah " so better la aku membengap je, takde la potensi dan kapasiti yang berlebihan itu terbazir". begitulah katanya dalam bahasa otak.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. aku rasa, kita boleh jadi angkuh. ada dua sebab ni nape kita boleh jadi angkuh. pertamanya, mungkin sebelum ni kita pernah menulis, dan kita pun rasa kita punya knowledge punyalah bagus sampai dah tak perlu nak menulis. walaupun hakikatnya anda sudah terbodoh tidak dapat menulis apa-apa lagi. sebab kedua, orang-orang akan yang baca blog anda akan quote dari anda walaupun tu post lama. lepas tu anda (haha..anda, bukan kita atau aku) akan merasa kembang punggung. sebab ketiga, walaupun aku cakap tadi ada dua sebab, kita akan jadi tak berminat untuk membaca lebih untuk penulisan kita. kita atau anda merasakan yang ilmu yang kita ada sudah cukup dan tak perlu ditambah lagi. bukan kah bengap angkuh namanya itu? </div><div><br /></div><div>baru aku perasan bengap angkuh tu lebih kurang je maknanya ngan bodoh sombong..hehe..sape nak pakai bengap angkuh lepas ni kena quote dari aku. kalau tak aku kira plagiarize. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. segala usaha kita untuk menambah ilmu akan berkurangan. dulu kita rajin terlibat dalam perbualan yang sihat, debat yang kritikal, serta pembacaan yang *insert proper adjective here*. yela, nak buat ape tambah ilmu lagi kalau dah tak menulis? ala, tapi Abang Redz~ boleh je tambah ilmu tapi tak menulis. ye, anda tak salah. tapi ni formula aku. hati kita ni ibarat cam container. so kita dah sibuk duk masuk punya masuk ilmu tapi tak keluar kan secara bermanfaat. lama-lama hati tu penuh dan benda lain tak boleh dah nak masuk. bukan ke sharing is caring? menulis untuk educate itukan juga mulia.hehe..ayat seorang cikgu. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. sebab seterusnya adalah kerana ia sebagai tanggungjawap kita la. korang (bukan aku ye) duk sibuk cakap nak negara maju la rakyat educated la nak kapal selam terbang la. tapi aku pikir, ape la usaha yang korang dah buat ke arah itu selain dari baring atas sofa di ruang tamu sambil main gitar dengan irama yang menyakitkan telinga? Allah dah bagi kita kurniaan untuk tahu (aku tak cakap pandai ye) menulis. dan Allah bagi lagi orang yang suka dengan penulisan kita sebagai sokongan. so jadi tanggungjawap kita la nak manfaatkan kelebihan itu. sesama educate itu kan mulia~ aku lupa la arab dia cakap ape..baru nak eksen..ta'lim wa muta'allim ke? </div><div><br /></div><div>5. aku kena tulis ni sebab kalau tak lepas subuh aku nak buat ape?? orang sume tido. segala bagai aktiviti aku dah buat. sampai la ke tengok movie subuh-subuh hari..bengap betul la aku rasa. kalau aku pura-pura tido pun nanti mata aku duk terbeliak je sambil baring bawah comforter. untung-untung aku dapat tido lepas sejam dua duk baring camtu. lepas tu nak kena pergi kelas. penat do aku rasa lepas bangun dari tido lepas subuh..dah la aku sekarang tabiat makan banyak pagi-pagi hari. kalau aku duk makan pastu tido, memang aku dapat pingat PJK la..Perut Jalan Kedepan.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. ini adalah satu ruang untuk aku reflect pada diri aku sendiri sebelum mengingatkan orang dalam situasi sama. dan pada masa yang sama, mengingatkan aku untuk tidak buat perkara yang buruk. yela, kalau aku dah tulis macam tazkirah maghrib di surau al-Amin, pastilah aku juga nanti malu nak buat perkara yang aku tegur atau tulis kan? pastu dari aku duk melangut je konon-konon muhasabah diri, lepas tu aku duk berangan mende bukan-bukan, ada baiknya la aku pegi tulis self-reflection tu. kalau takde orang baca pun, aku sendiri yang baca. at the same time, aku boleh la menggerakkan otak ini. bukan kah berfikir itu aktiviti yang mulia.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. ia membuat aku lebih yakin kepada diri aku untuk menjadi diri sendiri. aku tak payah pun nak tulis cam scholar gebang-gebang tapi haram isi pun takde. kepura-puraan itu dengan automatic nya akan dapat dihidu. mungkin aku tak menulis blog yang hebat, tapi buat pembaca, kalau rasa tak best, anda punya pilihan untuk skip posts ataupun terus tutup blog ini dan pergi ke blog atau pembacaan lain. tidak begitu? </div><div><br /></div><div>8. ia meningkatkan skill menulis. mende ni pun nak kena elaborate ke?</div><div><br /></div><div>9. aku suka tulis la sebenarnya..aku rasa la..</div><div><br /></div><div>10. ramai orang suruh tulis sampai aku jadi rimas kalau aku tak tulis. haha..takde, main-main je. bagus la anda menjadi sangat annoying sampai aku kena buat perkara yang baik ini. dah la yang suruh tulis ni bukan follower pun. eh tapi kan, ape kerja follower (atau members) blog ni ea? komen tidak, ape tidak..entah baca ke tak tak tau. saje je buat seseorang yang lain, bukan aku, menjadi angkuh dan perasan konon-konon dia ada banyak pembaca. </div><div><br /></div><div>11. dah la..penat la tulis..room-mate aku nak tido pagi-pagi ni aku duk keletap keletup menaip..</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: kalau ada nilai dan pengajaran yang baik, silalah amik. tapi kalau ada salah, silalah bagitahu dengan cara yang baik dan berhikmah. sesungguhnya aku cuba sehabis baik untuk jadi hamba Allah yang baik. mungkin ini juga satu peringatan kepada aku dan kita semua kot-kot la kan kita terlupa..adios kawan-kawan. </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s/s: aku takmo jadi cikgu atau lecturer. nanti aku akan bertukar jadi pembunuh</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-11305952558952150002011-07-12T19:36:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:44:01.045-07:005k RUN!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xd2fbre_vhPmXZ_i2P9vgrlmeNlt-vV2jCWtVtDGrMlWI4ufGk9wv5fNi_4EwpFcxYjyt9Q-Nw3ZQ2Ac6ft43RT4lgYmn2NIwPnBVXSK4e0MhzxotT5Wcys2K3ZcI-ZtWyqPADcDZ_M/s1600/IMAG0139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xd2fbre_vhPmXZ_i2P9vgrlmeNlt-vV2jCWtVtDGrMlWI4ufGk9wv5fNi_4EwpFcxYjyt9Q-Nw3ZQ2Ac6ft43RT4lgYmn2NIwPnBVXSK4e0MhzxotT5Wcys2K3ZcI-ZtWyqPADcDZ_M/s320/IMAG0139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628680800148219330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">finish</span></div>Hello, <div><br /></div><div>i am only writing this post for the sake of keeping this blog alive. no more no less. in this entry, i would like to share about my experience today that's revolve around Party With Purpose Hoboken 2011 5K Run. Nothing serious about this entry; and do not expect this entry to be like athletic experience of well-trained Marathon Olympians in his 26 miles marathon. i only write this so that we can ponder upon good values and lessons.</div><div><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div>so it starts about yesterday (even though i just told you that this is my experience today) when i felt mild muscle pain in my calf. maybe i was walking, or running, too much prior to this 5k Run-day. i tried my best to get a very decent rest; yet, strangely, my action contradicted my wish as i walked cumulatively more than (approximately) 15Km. hmm..maybe i lack self-control.</div><div><br /></div><div>and today, up to now, i have eaten terribly big amount of food. dinner-sized breakfast at 5.38am, donuts and banana at noon, nasi himpit Ammar at 2.30pm and pretty big lunch at 3.04pm. as a result, i ended up sleeping at 4.38pm. seriously i sound like a fat person. well, this is not something that i usually do though.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >the race was supposed to start at 7.00pm</span></b>. well, sun was still up in Hoboken. hehe..if it were in Malaysia maybe this is the time when your parents start to yell calling you home.</div><div><br /></div><div>remember, i was sleeping. right? i woke up at 6.50pm. i was like whaaaatt?? am i gonna have 5K sleep or what? so i also realized that i haven't performed my 'Asr prayer yet. huhu.. i wanna go to that race so freaking bad, man. honestly, i felt like running to the race spot; but, who am i kidding though. my very own fresh experience told me that it is going to take 30 minutes to get there walking (which is 1.4 miles away from my place). i made a simple calculation while i was heading to the bathroom; well it might take less than 20 minutes for me to get there but as soon as i got there, the race would have already started and i would have been super exhausted - without taking part in the race.<br /><br />it's ok. i would pray first and ask Allah for help. i said "God, help me to get there before the race started." it seemed impossible for me to get there as the clock showed 6.54pm. i grabbed everything that i was supposed to carry such as number slip (that sheet of durable paper to be attached on your shirt showing your number), pins, ankle brace, home key and 20 USD bill. i went down my apartment. i was still deciding whether or not should i go to the race. i have already gotten the running shirt; for me, it would be humiliating to wear that shirt in the future if i do not participate in the race. i thought it would be impossible for me to get there as it was already 6.59pm. how can i get there in one minute?? to go 1.4 mile in one minute, i have to run as fast as 84 mile per hour or 134 km per hour. hahaha..</div><div><br /></div><div>but i believe, God will help me. i haven't given up yet that time, right? so the help from Allah came when i got in a cab that coincidentally crossed Madison Street. yeay! yet, i was still nervous. it is 7.03pm. i prepared myself in that cab - i put the shoe tag and the number slip, tied up the shoe laces and made a prayer (supplication or du'a) :D </div><div><br /></div><div>deep inside, i told myself " if the race has already started, i will surely go back with the same cab even though i have to pay double the amount of fare to go the same place i originally board on." hehe..wouldn't it be funny? it would be like me taking an evening ride with a cab from Madison Apartment to Pier A and go back at the same exact starting spot in relatively short time.</div><div><br /></div><div>but again, my prayer was answered! alhamdulillah :D</div><div><br /></div><div>i still saw enormous crowd gathering at that starting point of race. they were the racers! yeay, the race did not yet started. it was 7.07pm. so i ran for two blocks (instead of 20 blocks if i had run from Madison) to be in the crowd. they just finished singing their national anthem. i was there but my heart was still pounding like *insert bad word here*.</div><div><br /></div><div>no warm up. no stretching. nothing. few seconds after i got there, the race started. wallaa.... i was like " am i doing the right thing now?" arghh...</div><div><br /></div><div>so i ran and ran. at one point i got so damn exhausted. hargh..i keep saying to myself that i can do this! it is only 5Km. (yeah right..equivalent to 12 laps of official running track) haha..i do not wish to get the 1st place. man, i did not prepare sufficiently to enter this race. i am careful of what i wish for. <b><span class="Apple-style-span">verily, men are rewarded based on their efforts.</span></b> i hold fast onto this philosophy. the only thing that i wish for is that i can finish this race under 27 minutes without having anything that can potentially stop me from running. i truly regret to eat so bizarrely much and sleep irregularly.</div><div><br /></div><div>for me this race is not about me racing other contestants. it is all about me winning over my invisible-internal-bad-lazy-weak me. i push myself as i could see the end point. my ankle, ribs and shoulder were terribly sore. argh, *insert another familiar bad word here* that!</div><div><br /></div><div>as a result, i managed to finish the race in 25minutes 3 seconds. that means my pace is like 8 minutes per mile. let's play some mathematics, on average, i can go one mile in 8 minutes. so my average velocity is 12.5 mph or 20km/h. yeay, i made it. alhamdulillah. </div><div><br /></div><div>even though it is not a decent achievement that can be proud of, but i am quite happy. the racing itself is not the whole point of the story. it is the lessons behind that we can learn. for me, this 5k Run experience is nothing but an elaborated description of this following saying:</div><div><br />"it is good to have God in your life; you can ask whatever you want and He will surely grant it - as long as you have faith in Him and please Him the way He wants it to be." -Encik Redzuan - </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: i am only a humble servant of Allah. i do a lot of mistake. please feel free to point out my mistake, if there is any, in an acceptable manner. i welcome critics and comments. this is a reminder for me and you just in case we forgot</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-40812644830304918152011-07-10T17:55:00.001-07:002011-07-20T03:44:12.929-07:00it takes me some time to think what the title should be..alright, i will write this in one shot. well, this is blog, you are not really abided by any format; yet, it might influence your academic writing skills. i have always wanted to activate this blog again simply because i have so many things to say. unfortunately, i PROCRASTINATE because i think this is not the best time to write anything. i thought i have to fully prepare myself by reading more books, and articles; and perhaps, i should be doing some more researches.<div><br /></div><div>but i was slightly wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>it is not a decent writing if you don't do any research at all. but it is also not a good thing to put off writing for a long time because you simply think you don't research enough. </div><div><a name='more'></a><br /></div><div>this brain needs to be challenged critically; or else, it will lower its capacity and potential - because it automatically perceives that it does not need to go that far. </div><div><br /></div><div>i think, the longer i procrastinate, the slower i would be. </div><div><br /></div><div>i had this idea just now. the idea of doing things immediately when you think of it. how pathetic i am to have that kind of idea this late. teettt! it is never too late. when you (or I in this case) have perceived one idea that needs to be executed, DO IT RIGHT AWAY. </div><div><br /></div><div>i hope i can keep this momentum. this is hard to sustain; yet, i will start (or restart) slowly. </div><div><br /></div><div>i hope you don't think that this article is just about me. it applies to us all. hoyeah</div><div><br /></div><div>*thank you people for constantly visiting my blog even though i don't write anything :') </div><div>God bless you all</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-52102750239017345522011-05-25T17:25:00.000-07:002011-05-25T17:26:29.592-07:00new postnew post. i live up my word to have a new postiwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-23847659372661334032010-10-24T16:12:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:44:48.125-07:00of POYO and SOCIETY<p class="MsoNormal">The word POYO</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been hearing this word since I was in primary school – perhaps, same goes to everyone else. What does this word mean? Well, according to few people I met, they said that the word means beautiful in Javanese language; but, as far as I am concern, the word POYO that I have been familiarized with does not carry that meaning. Instead, in Malaysian Urban Dictionary, it says “Malaysian slang for a person who doesn’t realize how fag he/she is, shameless action, self boasting”. I must admit, it shall be true sometime. On the other hand, I try my best to minimize the usage of this word because I found that this word is extremely DANGEROUS.</p> <a name='more'></a><p class="MsoNormal">It is dangerous because I have seen the effects on our society. That word kills motivation, spirit and potency. Are you up to do some experiment? Ask people around you this question “when you have an idea, especially one that has something to do with our necessities, would you like to stand up and ensure it is implemented? Or at least tell it to everyone?”. Some familiar answers would be “Hehe, it’s okay, I will keep it for myself”, “Oh, others would do.”, “Err..I am afraid people will say this and that” and many more. Why? They have been discouraged until their SENSE OF RESPONSIBILITY and CONFIDENCE have been totally corroded. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It leads nowhere to develop mind, skills and communication. People who had the experience of being called POYO will be daunted to stand up for him/herself even if his/her intention is on good or necessary thing. How can we have a developed society when there is a huge barrier to block development? How can you expect a newly alive seed to continuously grow up when it is being harmed by unhealthy critics? <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Some might say “Oh, don’t care what people say, just do whatcha gotta do.” I tell you what; this is what we should have done: remind them to stop calling others POYO. It is because the word itself is not even close to any constructive critics at all. This might be a small thing to do but I never doubt it will be at least one step to free our minds from oppressed state.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I prefer not to write about why people tend to call others POYO but it might be a question that we can answer ourselves. As a reminder for me and you as in case we forgot, please stop calling others POYO because it brings more harm than good. We may try to minimize or forbid the usage of that word too, if possible. If we don’t like ones’ idea, why don’t we face to face, professionally, argue that idea and come up with better ones? That is far better than mocking people with names and labels. And perhaps, dude, if you call others POYO, don’t you think you are the real fag? Oh snap!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> CPA 406, 07030 Hoboken</o:p></p>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-85387594761619093842010-09-02T04:55:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:45:06.202-07:00memory of blasphemy! oh, smart ass (really)we, engineers wannabe, were so excited knowing that there would be a trip to Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP), a renowned university in Malaysia, once my dream university. that trip, which was exclusively for top 20 MARA trial scorers for engineers, would be remembered for the rest of my life. <div><br /></div><div>it was 4 am in the morning; yet, the students who signed up for that trip had prepared to board on bus from MRSM Serting to UTP. i could see tired (for not having enough sleep) yet excited faces - as i was among of them, too. we were all dressed in our formal/official attire, if i could say so, the baju batik. the smartest (neat) dress after LDP (Students Disciplinary Board) attire. </div><div><br /></div><div><a name='more'></a>so it was really long journey to get there-precisely 356km (221miles). UTP, at that time, was really nice. i was so interested to study there. the library was amazing; and so were the people too. we did a few academic session. as this trip was for students who were most likely qualified to apply for fast-track program in UTP, we were served with variety programs. they had exhibition booths and things alike. so after spending some time there, it was time for us to get back to the place where we belong - the jungle academy a.k.a Serting.</div><div><br /></div><div>after a while, everyone woke up after got enough sleep. i was sitting in the back with some friends. suddenly, a friend of mine, came to me and asked me. "dude, i really need to go to bathroom". i asked why. " i need to pee right now. could you please ask the teacher to stop somewhere?". oh pity him. so i went up to the front of the bus where Mr.Fir sat. i asked nicely conveying my friend's request. "OK, we are going to stop soon." he smiled. and i went back to seat. after a while, probably too long for my friend, the bus still did not make any stop. "dude, what am i gonna do now? i wanna pee so bad!". we didn't take it seriously. we asked him to pee in the bottle with almost everyone in the bus prepared with their own cameras. how could he pee like that? sorry dude. unfortunately, the bus finally make a stop when he was just about to pee! damn it. we could have taken picture of him urinating in bottle. probably video too!</div><div><br /></div><div>he was running the hell out of the bus to get to bathroom. actually, i was also holding pee too. i guess same went to everybody else. our hunt for toilet started. so nobody urinated in that lucky bottle. and most importantly, no legend picture was taken.</div><div><br /></div><div>after a while, we got hungry. most of the boys agreed to have our dinner at Pizza Hut. so the premise was full with us. i was not aware where girls went - but that is not the point. so there was a friend of mine, better be known as Jack (even though nobody called him Jack), on the neighboring table. i was with my other friends - let them be known as Indo, Chick, Jaws, and Intel. there was some immature argument went around - how to eat pizza? using hands or cutleries? i go with the hands, dude! what so biggie.</div><div><br /></div><div>finally our pizzas were ready and served. this unfortunate Jack, had put ridiculously abundant amount of Hot Tabasco. Intel, the guy who could have urinated in bottle, told Jack that it was hot he would not stand it. Jack acted cool and said "Relax dude, it has been part of my nature". we couldn't say anything more. let him be with his meal. so we enjoyed our meal. we really had real good time - taking pictures, telling jokes and things like that. damn i miss school year.</div><div><br /></div><div>so it was the time to get back to our school. after hours of journey, i couldn't sleep. it was because i accused Chic, who was sitting next to me, farting. i heard fart sound and i smell some serious bad gas too. he denied it aggressively - like someone who has actually farted. so i just let him be. i really couldn't stand the smell that i wrapped my face with curtain of the window of the bus. several moment after that, there was a friend of mine, let us called him Navy, came to me and asked me "Do you smell something?". i answered, yes i do. it is Chic who farted. he then said "this is seriously not smell of gas". i was like, yeah. it had been for quite some time. how could THAT gas managed to be in the mist air for this length of time? what kind of passing-air was that - i wonder. "this is the smell of poop, dude!" he then added. yeah, you might be right. i had been suffered ever since. so i turned to Jaws, Indo and Chic and they were also agreed. </div><div><br /></div><div>the investigation on seeking who the poopy was, started. we listed some possible name. some serious argument of possible Mr/Ms.Poopy went on. everybody, the people of backseat, came out with their name with their own reasons. i voted him because of this and this. Intel suggested her because of this and this. Indo, Jaws, Chic and some other guys also involve in that unhealthy yet critical discussion. Chic made his move to sense the source of the gas using his nose - like trained K9. he went back and forth. i must say it was really ridiculous and disgusting way to figure out Mr. Poopy. so again, i went up to the front and whispered to driver and Mr. Fir "i guess somebody has just passed out some solid waste in pants".you know what the driver said "OH~ no wonder i've been smelling it!". i was like what?? Mr. Fir was laughing in pain and said "haha, how absurd that person is! i have never faced this situation ever since my first day of teaching! how could a senior shit in pants?" he then asked me "what should we do now?". i guess we should make a stop and figure out who the poopy is and clean the solid waste. so the next stop would be like 40 minutes after. so nothing else we could do but to endure the unexpected pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>during the 40 minutes, i got back to my seat and wrapped my face again. the discussion of poopy person was still on air. i couldn't involve as i could not even talk. it was seriously killing me. then the bus came to halt. "OK, whoever wants to use the bathroom, they can do so!" said Mr.Fir. i saw some random girls and boys running, or walked incredibly fast, to bathroom. the smell was still there. i also got out from that bus, after a while. Mr.Fir approached me and asked "now what are we going to do? is the smell still there?". me and my friends had to check and yes it was. and there were also some people in the bus too. i suspect poopy guy must be among them. so i suggested compulsory evacuation. i then announced "everybody must leave the bus because we have some aircond problem." how did i come with that idea? i don't know. so i stepped aside and waited. everybody left the bus. the bus now had no passenger. suddenly, before anything happened, a friend of mine, Ka, called me loudly. "Iwe! Iwe! (iwe was my nickname back there in school time [pronounced E-Where]) come take a look at this!" i went there and take a close look. i saw a group of poops scattered on the floor and stair of the bus! it was really disgusting! that thing was just like a feet away from my face! i blamed my eyes for not seeing it clearly before! and i was running like hell and at the same time Ka kept calling my name, loudly "Iwe! Iwe!" it was actually louder than before. and everybody, i mean everybody who was on that trip, had their eyes on me, running to a hidden spot behind the bathroom. i vomited. </div><div><br /></div><div>there was some concern group of friends came see me asking me whether i was ok or not. after that, again, we chatted and took pictures. after some time, one guy came to us and he looked at me strangely "Iwe, why are you here?" i am here because i need to puke and i cannot stand the smell. "Oh, really? you know what, everybody thought you are the one who shit in pants! and actually, me too." i was like what?? what makes you guys say so?he then added"we saw you were running covering your face while Ka was calling your name". damn you Ka. yes, if i look back in another point of view, it really looked like i was the poopy guy. oh my God. i gotta clean my name. i went to where everybody gathered and claimed i was not the poopy guy and explained it. i hoped nobody missed that press-conference. while i was cleaning my name, i saw Chic, Jaws, and Indo were cleaning the bus. and there was Mr.Poopy! he just went out of the bathroom. he got everyone's eyes on him. he went in the bus to join the cleaning team. sorry friends, i couldn't join you guys because i had to clean something more important than a mode of transportation - my name and reputation. just after he got on the bus, the cleaners unfold all curtains. smart move. i let you guys enjoy your time with the real Mr.Poopy - Jack!!</div><div><br /></div><div>cleaning job had been done well. the bus was now contamination-free. the cleaning team got mad at me because i was not joining them cleaning the bus. sorry! just after we got ourself on that bus again, we pretended like nothing had happened. like everything came to plan, <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6y8M8FORl0">this song</a>, </b>which was really popular that time, was played on radio and we were all singing along. real sweet time!</div><div><br /></div><div>on the way back. i figured out what actually happened. Jack couldn't hold to take his shit out. he was too shy to tell his personal excuse to Mr.Fir. it happened that he sat next to an untalkative (taciturn) guy. so that reticent guy did not say anything but cover up his face with his sweater like he was sleeping. my friends Chic, Jaws, Indo and I ended up to sit at the very front seat. somebody had taken our seat and nobody was sitting on once-initial-poopy-base. as soon as we arrived at our school, Mr.Fir told us not to talk about this anymore. YET, he talked about it publicly few days later. and you know what Jack said? "I really wonder who did that..". yeah, right! i also did not know who he was! it was really some great experience i had as student, friend and negotiator (?) . it was a rare teaching experience for Mr.Fir. Mr.Fir, it was once in a lifetime chance to experience that. it would not happen twice.anywhere, anytime. seriously. and there he goes - still breathing up to this date. so what do you guys think? isn't it a trip for smart asses?</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-34926183134902672522010-09-01T02:29:00.001-07:002010-09-01T03:18:17.750-07:00series of eventsalright, i am not going to write this post in academic manner. there will be no thesis statement, elaboration and things alike. anyway, let me start with what happen last weeks. i figured out that i haven't updated my blog ever since. i was really busy. <div><br /></div><div>it was my final week for summer II. i had 2 finals - design of machine components and fluid mechanics. well, something that has been discouraging me ever since that i don't think i did well during fluids final because i didn't have enough sleep. i was also preparing for my interview that was also on the same day. so because i don't have enough confidence, though i actually was, i studied all night long - although i am supposed to be programmed,by past experience, to become aware the fact that it should have been done earlier. i didn't want it to end up like dynamics (because the same thing happen! full mark for tests and quizzes but messed up in the final). so as the result haven't come out yet, i just can pray and pray. on the other hand, i am so surprised with my machine components. i did not expect i get that grade, though. thanks God. well, design of machine components was a take home final and should had been done in three days. because of procrastination disease rooted deep inside me, i did it 4 hours before its due. (p/s: though, i wasn't the last one to hand the final)</div><div><br /></div><div>ah, speaking of interview, i did not know what i did wrong but it's just not meant to be my job. well, i don't meet the requirement - having a valid driving license.</div><div><br /></div><div>and also, there are like 30 of newly come (Malaysian, for sure,) students to Stevens. please God, give me strength to do what is right for me, them and everybody. and also, i have, successfully, if i CAN say so, got out from any position in MASA. well actually people don't like me so i am not voted - that is the real story. i am just making it like i was important. anyway, i don't have any official power to say anything but, trust me, deep inside i feel responsible to do what's right. i think, am sure, i would say, they think i am snobbish. well, i can live with that. it has been my first impression ever since my first interaction with human species.</div><div><br /></div><div>ah! i had my friends, Ijem, Azhari, and Pobin visiting New York and eventually me! it was a lot of fun. i haven't been so happy since i don't know when. we did a lot of things including drawing six packs on our tummy~ :D</div><div><br /></div><div>but now, they are now safely return to their own habitat. until next time. and so my classes has started. i am so advance that i don't know what else i should enroll in. unlike any other normal students, i am now doing 2nd semester of junior year with a class from senior year. isn't that advance? it is. why? it is because i had prepared to work during fall yet i don't have chance to do so. well, i am not really upset as i know there is a bless in disguise for no matter what happen and things happen always for reason.</div><div><br /></div><div>and yeah! speaking of class, i was initially planning to do minor in engineering management. in order to do so, i got to take four classes. one of them, which is the most critical one, is accounting and business analysis. i missed the first class because i needed to take some sleep. really i need to because i didn't have a really good-night sleep and the classes was like from 8 to 2.30pm non-stop without any gap. what the duck!! so i just went to the class yesterday. i was a few minutes late. there was an old man, standing in the middle of class and staring at screen in front of the class. he was, like he has been thousand times rehearsed, smoothly explained the slide; yet, i don't have any single clue what he was talking about. i still remember i missed the first class of Differential Equation and i got a real bad grade for it. so i don't want the same thing to happen again. and also, it was terribly boring that i was just sitting and staring for 3 minutes and i went out of the class and erased my name from attendance list and i dropped that class! tadaaa!! it happened in incredible speed; isn't it? and three minutes is actually long enough for me to make up my mind to not doing minor while thinking of doing minor took me about three semester. seriously i don't understand at all what he was saying - cash cow, harvest, invest, divest, importance grid. wtf (what the fish) are them?plus, the slide was not attractive and interactive at all. </div><div><br /></div><div>so it was just moment after i dropped that class i realized that i only had 13 credits for this semester. i was like what?? only 13. and i started going crazy. i went to see dean to enroll in technogenesis but sorry that class is only for seniors and E 355 (engineering economics), which i am taking right now, is the pre-requisite course. so only after hours of trying and error to put up some classes that i wish to retake, i came out with a solution to take technical elective course. thanks God there was a friend of mine, who is senior right now, taking that class too. so yeah, my credit is now 16. even though i am not really satisfied but i think it is enough. so i guess that would be all. thank you! :D</div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-3868422745051855702010-08-21T02:44:00.000-07:002010-08-21T04:54:28.414-07:00dude, i have a question for yathe worst week of my (summer II) life just ended like yesterday. it's not like anything terribly messed up with life or something; it's just that i don't want it to be happened again.<div><br /></div><div>it started with me going to the city with some visiting friends. well, i'm not sure how to describe it but i may say it was a little bit tiring - for strolling almost 7 or 8 hours. so that night, i went back home with a mind preparing for a big tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow, which was not that big actually, was the day i was supposed to move out of my CC apartment to Claustrophobic Penalty Area or best described as CPA. it started with having my friend got lost in Hoboken, in his way to park car at Stevens. almost 3 hours were spent to look for him and thank God; the car he driven was found, nicely parked, at Stevens. he showed up as we were just about to look for him. honestly, i don't really like moving in or out - because it is tiring, tedious, and time-consuming. i had to go at 12-ish as i had a scheduled meeting with my group mates (even though we, biologically programmed, know that doing anything that has something to do with academic, or any form of academic work, or academically influenced work, is naturally sick if it is done or being done on Sunday). to short the story, we managed to get the project done by 5 something and just had to meet the next day to work on slides and paper. either way, whether the academic work is done or not, i still had to move my stuffs out. poop. i had to stop when it was about 1 or 2am because i couldn't do it anymore. plus, i guessed we had move majority, or at least the big ones, of our stuffs to CPA - before we found out it is not, later day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday morning started at 12.36pm as i planned to take a short nap after Subuh prayer - i know it is short, really. i could have just gone to class after getting prepared; BUT, i couldn't because i found out that, by any means, i have to wear other pair of pants unless i want another big embarrassing moment of my life. i could not wear this one, the one i should have put on, because of certain reasons. since i had moved almost of my stuffs, including clothes, most importantly, i got nothing else to wear. i should have brought a complete set of going-to-class apparel rather than just a pair of boxer short and t-shirt. i got no choice but to put the pants in where it belonged - washing machine. so, washing took only 12 minutes but i was not going to go to school with all-wet jeans or else i would have been thought super freak. then, i got to dry it out! this was the most time-consuming, wasting actually, process. i was like oh God, i just learned that, after drying the jeans for a normal-dry length of time, it came out half-of-half, or quarter, redundantly, dry. i was so upset to repeat the whole process but this time i switched to more-dry mode- in which i should have done earlier. it was like 50 minutes passed 1 already and i just missed the whole point of going to class. so i decided not to go and just laid down on my bed, under warming blanket, waiting for my pants, my only pants at that moment, to be dried. shall i call it the first oversleeping day? i may.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday, the class supposedly started at 10am. i am not really a morning person, especially for academic purpose, to start my day as early as 8 (yet, 10am is also considered early). so, putting all blames on that very nature of mine, i overslept; only this time, i woke up at 1.13pm - if i am not mistaken. like a car accident, this one might be considered total lost as the class should have ended precisely 1 hour 13 minutes ago. unknowingly, no, unconsciously, i also missed one lab session that i could have gone at 4.15pm yesterday. i only could remember that i had to make that up at 5, on Tuesday. so, i was just making my self feel really bad after having the TA (teaching assistant) waited for me for 10 minutes later than the promised time; and still, he allowed me, and also helped me, answering pre-lab quiz of Fluid lab - that other students took it, for some obvious reason i don't really know, one day earlier. this should be the ultimate oversleeping day - as you may discover later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday, i reached the door of the class just 4 minutes after lecture started! that could be considered as the biggest success of the week. so it turned out to look like it's a normal day for me until i noticed that i did not bring experiment note to Fluid lab at 4.15pm. honestly, i also almost missed that lab. so, as i am (being) trained to be good engineer, i should come out with a solution! that is basically what engineers do. with hidden sense of guilty, i just roughly sketched a 17 rows table, and another one next, and began jotting down data. seriously, it was ugly. after a moment, the TA successfully, and clearly, saw the tables and again, successfully, pretended like he did not see anything stupid. my feeling at that moment is exactly like a fat boy farting in the middle of library in Harvard Medical School in peak hour. i went back to CC to pick up what i left and accumulatively, they were like one big box, two medium boxes, several small boxes, and one big luggage, that required two trip of cab back-to-back. i was all alone that night in CPA. as the saying goes: characteristic is when you are alone, i did a lot of stupid things, all alone, in which are not really suitable to be written here. oh, one of them might be educational - experimenting (more like playing) with pupil.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday, i woke up at 4.03am!....and i slept back and woke up again at 5.38am -no sahur that day. and i, again, slept back and woke up at 12.56pm. i was like what? another oversleeping day? yes. it's just that the class started at 1pm. so, shower and getting dressed took almost 20 minutes and there you go, i made to class 30 minutes before the-famous-11am-break. as the break started, the professor, or best referred as prof. XXX, called my name "Muhammad Khairun!" he then continued "Here is your midterm, lecture note for chapter 7 and.." he paused,"the second midterm." he said. "You were not here right? it is supposed to be handed today because i gave it on Tuesday. These students have two days to do it but i give you until tomorrow morning. SO you only have one night to do it.OK?" he gently spoke to me. i was like Wow! i did not even know there was a midterm. plus, i did not even tell him that i am sorry for not taking the midterm on time. in addition, he is so nice to give me that chance...i acted cool and said "Alright, thank you." if i did not take this midterm, seriously, the earlier midterm, that is almost perfect score, would have gone vain. so that night, (yes i started to do it late) i worked all night long to do the midterm. no wonder it is a take-home; it's because the solution is super-long! two pages would be just enough to solve the Navier-Stokes equation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday, just a few minutes before Subuh, i managed to finish all the questions. i had my sahur and performed Subuh prayer and again~ took a supposedly-short-nap. i woke up late and came to class 15 minutes before it ended. those people in the class was like just seeing a clown getting in the class. i handed my midterm at the end of the class and a friend of mine came and said "hey redz, i have a question for you. did you oversleep?" wow! how did he know?? dude, it has been a week, man. as long as a week!!! he continued while LOL-ing (with several others too) "I was like what the f***? what the hell is he doing here? you came in like just 15 minutes before the class ends" he then said "You know right you don't have to come?". Yes i am fully aware that i could just not to come but i have to submit my midterm!! well, that makes me what i am. from as early as kindergarten up to this date, i am always associated with sleeping things -it always has something to do with sleeping.uh...</div><div><br /></div><div>that evening, i received one good news while me and several other undergraduates were making fun of this Ph.D student while he is presenting. the professor is so mad at him and yet he was able to come out with question like this :" what are you talking about? my work or my presentation?". Professor could not stand anymore and he just had to laugh - painfully. oh, what was that good news? i will tell it later. so we, Stevens students, went to Mission to have our iftar there. </div><div><br /></div><div>and next morning, which is on 08/21/2010, i figured out why i have always been oversleeping. it is because my phone alarm does not work anymore! it doesn't make any sound! it just vibrates! arghh! you are iPhone and that's the best you can come out with?? well, it's time to change to a new one. poop.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-80438746258587389082010-08-11T22:48:00.000-07:002010-08-12T13:40:41.680-07:00motivationalhamdulillah after a while I haven't written anything, and have been writing about petty things, i now know why my writing style has changed. i used to write analytically, or at least i think i did, but it was quite sometime ago. i thought the great lost i had was the cause; but i am sure that i am (slightly) wrong. i know that i have no motivation to write about certain topics.<div><br /></div><div>i am not saying i was a good writer; but, at least i can say that i had the attempt to become one. a good writer is the one whom i define to write analytically to give a beneficial impact or input to the readers with a blog-friendly style. it was totally not my intention to write "academically'; but, i am glad to quote Ust. Hasrizal in his blog saifulislam.com saying " broken glass and broken glass, bad language I read pun lazy". sorry, that was what google translate says. haha. actually what he was saying was "pecah kaca pecah gelas, rosak bahasa nak baca pun malas." yeah, i realize and wondering what is wrong with writing appropriately? </div><div><br /></div><div>come back to the motivation i was talking about; really, i don't find any good to write like before. it feels like my head now is not for that kind of subject anymore. but i guess that is somewhat close to the definition of blogging - reflection of writers onto their writing. maturity and way-of-thinking really affect your writing style. you may find one endlessly writes about his emotional problems, like, thought of suicide, feeling lost, longing of nonexistent things or things alike. well, those are what currently playing in his head. need i say more? </div><div><br /></div><div>still, up to this paragraph, i still don't discuss about motivation. relax, i am an easy-going guy. let's us be more realistic; before you do something, you must be interested in it first. for example, how can a guy, who can't afford for expensive things, is willing to spend thousands on his camera (or precisely, photography)? then he must be dying for good pictures! that means he must have an extremely strong bond with photography! or, generally speaking, he is interested with photography. isn't it so? and the same things happen to writing.</div><div><br /></div><div>now, i am wondering, what kind of motivation am i talking about? what kind of things i want to write or discuss? good questions, finally. shall i say it here? should i make this entry more general? should i? could i? oh no. okay, looking back at my old posts, i found out that i was so into politics, economy, religion, and things alike. but after sometime, i found that i had no interest to write about them. why? simply because i don't have any motivation. yes. motivation comes after interest ignited. writing starts after motivation triggered. so i guess that is the flow.</div><div><br /></div><div>one more good question. what made me stop? it was because i found politics are boring, childish, oppressive, foolish, and deceptive. religion? I AM NOT LOSING MY GRIP, it just that i am still looking for good topic, that i understand well, to write. economy? baaaahhh. i rather write about guitar. yeah, did i tell i play guitar? the other reason is that my head now is kind of full of questions sound more like "what is wrong with me now?", "have i do anything wrong?". i may need a recharge like going to educational-motivational-and-spiritual talk. or maybe like having discussion or just simply conversation with some brains. isn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway, anyhow i just found out that, again, this entry is (still) about me. should i sigh? no...certainly unnecessary :D</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-71451600215127521422010-08-04T14:42:00.000-07:002010-08-04T15:49:51.282-07:00Power of the Powerdua malam yang lepas...aku mengalami kejadian yang sangat aneh..mungkin kerana kuasa mindaku yang tidak dapat dikawal telah melampaui batas2 ubi, siri kejadian pelik telah mengantuiku.<div><br /></div><div>ianya bermula semasa aku berada di kawasan yang berlumpur.lumpur berwarna kelabu. akan tetapi hatiku berasa sangat nyaman. aku berjalan-jalan dalam lumpur tersebut. secara tiba-tiba, aku terjumpa dua orang anak kecil.lelaki. mereka bertanya, adakah aku bercakap dalam bahasa Spanish? pada mulanya aku agak terkejut akan tetapi aku berasa sangat teruja selepas memperkenalkan diriku. kami berbual-bual untuk seketika waktu dan aku terpaksa meninggalkan mereka bermain lumpur kerana aku terpaksa pergi ke suatu tempat. </div><div><br /></div><div>aku tiba di sebuah kawasan tepi perairan di Hoboken. langit sudah gelap dan awan kelabu mula kelihatan di celah2 pencakar langit. baik, aku sudah tidak punya banyak masa lagi. lantas aku terus terbang membelah awan. aku melepasi pulau ini, pulau itu yang di atasnya penuh dengan bangunan bercahaya. aku perlu pergi ke suatu destinasi yang secara tiba2 ditetapkan dalam pemikiran logik ku. aku terbang laju dan laju lagi lantas aku mula nampak tempat yang aku mahukan.</div><div><br /></div><div>ia adalah kawasan sekolah pondok tempat orang mengaji agama. kawasan itu berkabus dan dipenuhi pondok yang sebenar-benar pondok. ada dalam dua tiga pondok dalam satu pulau kecil. </div><div><br /></div><div>secara tiba2 aku ada mindset bahawa aku bukan seorang manusia biasa jadi aku bercadang untuk menyorokkan identiti aku. aku terhempas ke tanah sehingga bertaburan tanah sekeliling kerana aku tak mahu ada orang nampak aku. aku terus berlari ke arah bilik wudhu'. bagaimana aku tahu ia bilik wudhu'? gambaran itu juga datang tiba2.yang pelik dengan bilik tersebut kerana ia hanya dilengkapi shower.tapi shower nye berlumut dan ada tanah.tapi aku tidak kisah kerana aku membasuh kotoran pada diriku walau ada sedikit jijik.secara tiba2 ramai pelajar sekolah pondok memenuhi bilik wudhu' tersebut untuk mengambil wudhu'.mereka tidak perasan akan kehadiran aku. jadi aku pun turut mengambil wudhu' seperti mereka. kami masuk ke dalam satu chamber. disitu aku terjumpa seorang pelajar Stevens yang mengaji di sekolah pondok tersebut. beliau mengatakan pengetua sekolah itu seorang yang garang sambil menunjukkan ke arah seseorang. ada seorang lelaki yang sedang tertawa akan tetapi apabila perkataan garang itu keluar dari mulut rakanku ini, tiba2 wajahnya berubah garang. cis..</div><div><br /></div><div>kami kini berada di luar, di dalam sebuah parit yang berada di luar penglihatan orang. rupa2nya beliau tahu aku siapa. jadi kami berbincang bagaimana untuk identitiku tidak diketahui orang. kami agak bimbang, tapi entah mengapa tidak tahu.beliau bertanya, bagaimana aku mahu menjawap jika pengetua tanya aku datang dengan apa.takkan aku nak jawap aku terbang.tiba2 aku ternampak seekor unta.entah siapa punya pun aku tak tahu.bagaimana unta hidup di pulau pun aku tak pasti.aku terus menyatakan bahawa aku akan katakan yang aku datang dengan unta tersebut.entah tiada apa yang menyuruhku, aku berlari ke arah unta itu dengan mencelah di celah2 pondok.</div><div><br /></div><div>aku kini menghadap pengetua. beliau gelak2 tapi aku cuak. tiba2 apa yang berada di hadapanku adalah sedulang hidangan makanan. Oh! aku sangat lapar~ lantas aku pun tuang air dan makan. beliau memandangku dengan sangat pelik. beliau merenungku tajam. apa ada dalam kepalaku? oh! hari itu adalah first ramadhan! aku sangat lapar dan ada makanan yang sedang dikunyah dalam mulut. aku sangat lapar dan aku juga sangat takut. bayangkan berada di hadapan pengetua sekolah pondok dan anda tidak puasa.makan pulak tu depan dia.dia tak suruh pun.aku sangat takut dan aku hampir terbang.aku pejamkan mata kuat2!</div><div><br /></div><div>dan aku pun terbangun.itulah mimpi orang tak cukup tidur.aku bangun untuk solat subuh dan tidur sebentar.</div><div><br /></div><div>balik sahaja dari sekolah, aku solat zohor dan kononnya ingin mengambil power nap. tapi nap itu memang power menyebabkan aku tertidur dari pukul 2 sampai pukul 7. terbit pula rasa menyesal. jadi untuk menyebabkan aku tidur malam, aku kena exercise. jadi aku meletihkan diri untuk mendapatkan tidur yang berkualiti di malam hari. tapi lain yang jadi, aku memang letih dan mengantuk tetapi aku tidak dapat tidur langsung. aku dengar semua perbualan rakan serumah sampai la ke subuh. mungkin aku tertidur sebentar tapi aku jamin ia tidak lebih dari 15 minit. macam power nap. lepas subuh pun aku tak boleh tidur lagi. hadoi. pukul 10 aku baru je melelapkan mata tiba2 orang insurance call la pulak!!! oi! bukan senang nak tido! jadi bagi mengelakkan <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><a href="http://iwefeatredzsembilan.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-just-happened.html">kejadian sama berulang</a></span></b>, aku fully awake untuk bercakap dengan beliau. exactly orang yang sama. nasib baik berita gembira..jadi aku memang tak boleh tidur lepas tu. sabar je lah..kini aku masih tak tidur dan aku agak cuak nak mengambil power nap yang sangat power tu. maka aku tuliskan kisah ini agar ia menjadi iktibar.ada ke?</div>iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-60604666997025793972010-08-03T09:19:00.001-07:002010-08-03T09:22:15.731-07:00look backi just look back at my posts..i mean super previous posts, the prehistorical posts of mine..and i was like, what? was i like that? and now, i am not sure i am the same guy. do i change? or did I? or have I? well, whatever it is, there's still a long day waiting. not sure when it ends. =)iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-81715566857084552742010-08-03T09:07:00.000-07:002010-08-03T09:09:27.916-07:00Hahai just translated my post "<a href="http://iwefeatredzsembilan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bawang-oh-bawang.html"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Bawang oh Bawang</span></b></a>" in English using google-translate and it was.... hilarious! haha~iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985616117530759769.post-28712749939289562112010-08-03T02:12:00.001-07:002010-08-03T02:39:03.095-07:00the 50%why do i share things with my blog? it is because there is nobody (else) i could share things with. i'm talking about people who are not willing to share stories and the like (there is none as i may recall) - there are people who are always ready to listen, few of them. i am so eternally grateful for having you guys; thank you so much. but, it is not as the same as telling it to someone who was close to you - someone who has known you for quite some time; or precisely saying, someone who has taken care of you and has raised you up from the first second you were brought to this world. i am not trying to be cute here but it is just an expression of my feeling that i have been suffering, if i may say so, for quite some times. it used to be just freely sharing things around with no tiring boundaries; but the comfort is now not available anymore. sounds like a crybaby, huh? strictly speaking, no one else i could trust more than i did before. it's like all the laughter, the joy and the smile have been snapped off, just like that. again, i always have this thought in my head that everything is merely a learning process. will i ever get the replacement? i am not sure. the maturity, the rationality, and the wisdom, that has been comforting me ever since, is no longer there. everything falls all over the places. i got to pick one by one, to swallow some and reject almost everything, and to enjoy almost nothing. i believe there will be true happiness but i am not sure in what form it is - as long as i am searching for the truth. that's why i tell you, blog, everything because it feels like i am telling another myself and somehow i feel better. in addition, the good thing is, it doesn't offer me such things unless i am looking for it. i would get it if i need it. was it another way saying i am arrogant? no, but do me a favor to ask yourselves: why would you have something you don't need?iwe feat redzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12496538646799821713noreply@blogger.com3