Friday, December 3, 2010

Guitar Enthusiast

Yeah, currently I'm still at home. Something unpredictable happened, so I'm still here and not yet there. (iskk)

Okay okay, by now, actually, I should have been in my room B443, Camellia Court, Bandar Baru Nilai, Negeri Sembilan, most probably on my studying desk right now, preparing something for my incoming weekly tests and quizzes. But it was fated and not anticipated that, something has just happened, blocking my way to my lovely apartment approximately 479 kilometres away from this spot, (which I think I don't want to share why), and so, here I am. Wandering my thought around my imaginations, doing nothing.

But I believe I'll be back to my place soon, which is most likely by next week I'll be no longer here.

I've been home and still home for a month, and you could imagine how bored I was. I thought of something to do to get me going this long holiday, or else I'll die in my own boredom. ( I'm pretty serious)

Out of desperation, someone's suddenly kind enough to help me and then left me an old hunk of wood. Yeah, it was an old acoustic guitar, an I thought maybe it would be such a great idea. By the way I never play a guitar for ages, so maybe it would be just nice. So I took it and killed my time hanging out with this guitar in my room, looking for chords and songs to play all the time till now.

(Now I suddenly got a new freaking nice hobby; strumming the strings. :P)


My new best buddy


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poems : High School's Leftovers



Salam.

This wasn't from the box, but still some of my best shot from high school. Hehe. If you feel like reading, go on but don't taunt me then. K? Haha. (This is totally ridiculuos, just this is the first time I'm publishing my writings to the public and I'm feeling like I'm just telling you my dirty little secret, that, I'm surprisingly do have a sense of romance too, a lil bit) Well thats a shame you know! :P

"The Crying Heart"

My heart is now gone,
She kills it by the words blown,
Since that I'm alone,
And the sadness are just born,
In my heart filled with a deep lovelorn.

As I bring my eyes to the turbulent sea,
The waves slightly bring shells back to the deep,
And my mind starts to role memories.

If just they can wash this sadness,
Till this heart bleed less,
Doctors means nothing in this case,
To wipe this crying heart from this mess.


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<  Awful isn't it? I don't know what I got in mind when I wrote this 3 years ago, but frankly, when I reread it I found it didn't even satisfy a poem. Haha. Awful. Whatever. Its still my high school writing anyway, so I'm still posting it. But it wasn't so bad I guess, coz its still have the same rhythm on the back. Hehe. Ugh, okay, fine, honestly, its bad =(   >


"Learners"

Learners,
Since they are 6 till they say goodbye,
They keep doing it, as they had to try,
From lovely kindergarten to a complicated university they face by,
To achieve the goal of their life.

Learners,
God's creation called human had to learn,
As they don't want to be foolen,
By some damned men,
When that happened they had to take the lesson,
And taught it to the next generations.

Learners,
Having knowledge is one of the factors,
That solves matter,
That makes us mature,
And also, thats brighten our future,
In lives before death and after.

Now keep up what you are doing,
And makes lazy means nothing,
Remember the time is ticking,
So, lets start our learning!


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< This is form 4's, if I weren't mistaken. So you judge =)  >



"What I Tries To Say"

I have a love,
Between me and she,
Or maybe,
Between a hoping boy,
And a loving girl.

I have a feel,
Between myself and nobody,
Between my eyes and my heart,
But since something fishy,
Seems that I'm alone,
One-sided love and nobody realized.

I have a thought,
Between me and she,
Somebody exist,
Thought thats full of doubt,
Thought of maybe,
And wild beated heart alerted,
'Nothings impossible on world'.

And as I'm holding that words,
My well-functionedbrain plays its role,
'Is it possible she loves me?',
And its answering positively,
Curiosity starts ruling my mind,
Finding of hiding answers besides appearing questions.

Before I steps into the class,
I saw the apple of my heart,
My feet suddenly frozen,
Ans she saw me too,
On her lips was a smile,
And I received positive reaction,
Just before I was over the moon.

This morning was a letter on my desk,
Lovely letter but nameless writer,
It was a letter of beautiful words,
It was a letter of romance,
Till that day I learned,
Her eyes were always on me,
And till that day I discovered,
What a beautiful love!



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<   Haha.You know what, this is what I mean by being hilarious. Don't you see how I hate to be such this melodramatic? I really do, but it was Form 4's, and I was completely such a nerd, naive and innocent. So don't blame me. I was just such a desperado for some loving.. erm on that moment, of course. I'm no longer so, okay? XD >

Well thats all I'm sharing for now. I think I pulled up something just now , my back suddenly hurts. I can't take it, I'm leaving on for now. Bye ~



Sunday, November 21, 2010

My Form 5 Essays and Poems


Salam.


Greetings everyone!

When I reopened that old dusty 'high school memories box' I found some scrolls and rolled papers but on that meantime I don't even intend to open it. But as things got harder coz I got so many time left to spend (sometimes a lil bit depressed coz I was bored to death, just hanging around my room and did nothing, hehe, its killing me u know), so, just to kill time, I explored everything I didn't previously in that box.

It were nothing but essays and poems I've made years ago, when I was paradoxically a creative minded youngster on that time. Yeah, haven't I told you that? Several years ago I was a kid full of melodramas and had often got myself so seriously into arts. In fact, I am still part of art enthusiasm till now, but since I haven't trained myself for quite long time, I left it dead and gain no interest anymore about it.

I'm not that well talented person, but at least there are still something I can do about it. When I was younger I was exposed to the world of comic books, fantasy cartoons and caricature, and latest, manga and anime (which I got well infected), and I think I kinda like it. So I trained myself a lil bit about drawing skills and made it as a one of my favourite pastime. It was kid's stuff, but it was rooted to my soul so deeply till I had even think of being an artist, or a cartoonist one day. That sounds serious, but still, its still just a kid's stuff, so as time passed, it left dead. The only carcass it left is the skills; I still got some of it, but not so good of course. Huhu.

When I was 16, I was excited about literature and languages. I was quite serious about that also, and decided to train myself writing as well. But at the same time, I never stop drawing. So I did both; comics and novels, but unfortunately I never finished them. When I completed one episode on my comic book, I let my friends read it. Surprisingly, they liked it! Haha, and they had always demanded for more episodes, so I did 5 episodes of them before I stop, just to please them. And then I concentrated on my writings and try to complete a novel. But it never happened, (and I don't know why) huhu. But I still managed to complete and have several poems and essays, which now kept safe and sound in the box.

I'm sharing with you today, one of my high school essay, entitled 'Love'.

'Love'

Love is something universal. You may love your parents, your friends, your brothers, or even everybody you fancy, but a love to a person you really adores is distinctively different. It is a gift from God to have such a feeling to the person who you think can make you happy together and willing to share everything with you as a life partner. And as any other person, me too had experienced love to the only girl I realyy admires all this while, who now had now become my wife, Alice.

I had firstly met Alice at my primary school, when we just reached 10 years old. But although we were in the same school, I did not know her very well, as we were in different classes. And as we're still yet too small on that time, so I did not have any feelings to her at all. She was just like any other friends of mine and no other. But after all, my chidlhood memories that I had with her when I was a child had actually become a stepping stone for me to start knowing her better and started to like her later.

After I finished my studies there, I moved to a secondary school in Arkansas, where I met her again there. It is like we were really fated to be together, when me and Alice were arranged to be in the same class again for the next 5 semesters we had. That was quite a long time, long enough for me to get to know her better then. Being 5 semesters together had tied us into a very close friend, where we had shared laughs and tears together through the years.

As time passes, me and Alice had become closer and closer. Our relationship is just like tangles on a string; which can never be separated. That was the moment where I realized that I had really fall in love with her deeply. I learned that I could never live without her on my side. So, after weighing pros and cons, I had decided to confess my feelings to her. Of course I did not want to end up with her just as a friend.

So, on the allocated day, I had a heart-to-heart conversation with her. And just after the Graduation Day celebration; our last as school student there, I had confessed to her heartilyabout my feelings. I'm feeling like on top of the world when she answered positively to my brave confessional. It was such one of the most wonderful day ever I had in my life. I am so happy that she had also loves me, as well as I am. We had pledged allegiance to each other and promised to keep our love.

At the age of 20, I had became a chef at a famous hotel in Missouri, while Alice was a salesgirl at a nearby market there. Even though it had been 5 years after the graduation date, yet we were still held on our love. As other couples, we were still spent some times together by the weekends and had dinner together. It continues till we had finally married 5 months later. And with the good salary I had as a chef, I had bought a big luxurious mansion on the hillside at South Carolina, where me and Alice had settled there as a newly-wed couple. We had led a happy life there together in a family, till now.

Although it had been almost 40 years from the graduation date, my love to Alice had never fades. To me, she is still the same beautiful Alice as 40 years ago. I still loved her, and will always love her as my true love till the day I die.

The End


Haha. Such a wrecked essay right? With all the grammatical errors, I think it fits myself as a 17 years old boy's essay, especially on 'Love' as I had never have any experience about that before. Huhu. 

Still epic to me anyway. =)



Next posts will be on poems. Hihi. That would be hilarious. See ya later dude!



Salam.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Blogging : What Does It Supposed To Mean?

"But it doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t blog just to prison myself in my own personal asylum, feeling guilty whenever I didn’t update my blog. Who cares? Real bloggers blog for the passion. When you feel like updating, you update, when you don’t have the desire, just don’t."

Well thats not mine, just one of my friend's very own thought about bloggers who keep blogging for their own satisfactory, or just to keep his followers around. Surprisingly, I think he was right. Bloggers should never feel obliged to keep his blog updated all the time to satisfy others but themselves. Its shouldn't be considered as a must-do, (well that sounds troublesome to me), obviously not. It should be such place for the bloggers to express his pleasure by sharing their thoughts personally, not to hope someone will read it, but for his own passion. Thats what real bloggers do.

(I really think he was saying that to me on purpose, so if really so, thanks in return)

But anyway, its really doesn't matter to me. I'm not here for fame or looking forward for more people to follow my blogsite, I'm here coz I'm naturally loves writing. So why don't make a blog and so I can write all the time, anything I want, anytime I'm pleased. Books? Diary? Journal? Well folks, to me, my blogs are literally all of those three being compiled together. I have written all of those, my personal writings, articles, autobiographies, and everything related to me. So it is some kind of diary as well. The only difference is it is better; it don't get old, and termites can't eat it up. Its safer here online =)

Friday, November 5, 2010

A Box Of High School Memories

Assalamua'laikum w.b.t.

Time could never be enrolled back, the only pieces it left to prove its existence is memories. I knew and I love my high school memories, coz there were no doubt to say that all the moment I had in my high school is distinctively unique and wonderful. I lived my life as a growing up adolescent to the fullest there, in my high school. There I found friendship, courage, respect, mirth, and even love.

I couldn't anticipate if I would still have a clear pictures about those sweet memories in the future for next 20 or 30 years, so I've made a special box in commemorating these wonderful memories.


Yeah, its just a skinny box, but size doesn't matter. Its still a special box to me, coz I got all I need in it to go back into my favourite teenage life's pastimes; my schooling life. Here are what I got in the box, just a special and rare of my late high school's leftovers :


High school health record
Monthly Fees Record
This is one special book; dot games! We always used to
play this game in class while teachers are not around ;p


Special letters (some of them are really kind of sweet memories to me =))


My note books (form 4- form 5)



My school library card (proving I've been there at least, once ;p)


Special cards I got in high school


My School Pax Number Pack (I've never change my number since then, till now)


My last class timetable 


Some old pictures of me


L sticker for my bike (in remembrance of me riding my bike to school everyday, with this L licence ;p)


Compass (me and my friends had once used this compass while hiking and jungle trekking)


This online CD game worth only RM2 (Got it last year)


My favourite buttons


Nostalgic Adhesive Glue (cost only 50cents, but theres something special about it ;p)


Youth School Club's


My high school old handphone (it had been worn out)


Old MP3 player


My best and precious Parker pen


Tie


Worn out card reader


Special 1971's coin

You might see nothing special about these, but to me it worth a lot of memories. So I'm keeping it safe and sound in the box for the next 20 years, just so I'll never forget anything about it.

(I'm kinda missing my schooling life =P)




Thats all for now.

Assalamua'laikum. TC.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

What A Total Retreat

Assalamua'laikum w.b.t.

Greetings to all bloggers. May Allah bless all of you in His Most Graciousness.

I'm sorry for having no posts as updates for almost 2 weeks. I'm so busy along those weeks, trying to prepare something for my Final Semester Exam (which currently had become a history to me). Well actually its such a tragic history to be remembered, for real, so I'm not bringing it up (never!) Its all about Physics and Maths which I think had never had any mercy on me, yeah, such a naughty wicky tricky exam papers! Hate you damn much!

By the way, what a good riddance you're gone. I have nothing else to breed my hate on.

Talking about exams, there were something else that I haven't told you before. Till now I still couldn't believe myself that I've done it all over. Yeah, its the MUET SPEAKING exam thing! Ever since I walked away from the examination hall, I knew that all the time I spent in fearing that moment was really worthwhile ( well at least, for a while). Haha know what I mean? I've made it! Yeehaww! Alhamdulillah..

Although I knew its not my best shot, but at least, I got the shot. The first time I walked in and saw groups of people sitting in their curiosity, I was almost trembled, yeah like a leaf. But it was so not because of being shy (no time to be so! I'm so busy getting nervous on that time), it was because among all of them, NONE of them were Tamhidians (juniors like me). All of them were seniors, degree students, and they looked so well-prepared. When I sit among of them, I felt smaller and smaller. Huhu. What a situation I was in, so unexpected. On that particular time, I really have a feel that I stand no chance at all to beat them. Yeah, with my broken Terengganu slanged English, and I don't think so. Almost totally hopeless.

Worst, I was allocated to be Candidate A in the first group to be tested on that day. Meaning? I have to start the discussion, conversation and arguments and also, by being Candidate A, I will have nothing to compare to. For other candidates, they can easily wait, listen and write down my points to argue later but me?? Nothing, so i expect my points to be very weak and could easily be threaten by those seniors.

But Thank God, it wasn't as bad as expected, (and I've even gave Candidate C and D some of my best! Hehe..) Alhamdulillah..

Now, I'm so free, liberated and got nothing to do. And damn thats so great! Most importantly I can be on the line for all the day, manage my sole beloved blog, mess around the Facebook, check out the Youtube, and there's so many more to get me going along these holidays! Books? If you show me one, I'll be in no regret to punch you square on the face! Haha.. No man, I'll be off the studying mode till the next semester. I want to have peace in my mind right now and enjoy my life to the fullest with nothing more to worry about. Okay?

By the way, I'm thinking of bringing something new to this blog. I want to, hm, maybe make some renovation in this old blog, as I haven't made one since the first time I published this blogsite. Well probably I'll change the link, layouts, widgets etc. Coz I've getting bored to see the same thing everytime I'm here. And since I'm damn so free right now, I'll be here with my online carpentry kit for some long time, okay.

This blog will be in her new clothes soon. InsyaAllah, later.

Okay dude. Thats all I got for now. Bye.

Assalamua'laikum.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

This Post Is Nothing





To be honest and just, this post is frankly nothing. It have nothing to do with you and anyone, but myself. Just a little thought of my own self in this huge widely spread globe; the world. So not to disappoint you, I don’t think you want to read this. Coz at the end of this post you would find it nothing greater than just such a waste of time. Just, skip this ok.



"The day had just blazed its trail, typically and naturally, when the sun had just rise from the East of the yellow horizon at 6.50 a.m. every day. But despite of the normal circumstances and the circulations of the day, my day was in fact starts later, usually 8.00 a.m. in the morning. Yeah, I had always used to wake up late, or later in the morning. And no matter how chaotic the morning is, with my room mates and housemates rushing and dazing and dying to catch the morning bus to the campus, I’m still here in my sweet goodnight’s dreams, coated and warmed, silently sleep in peace in my room. Nothing had interrupted my world, my easy life every day.

Living a student life who studied in my university is actually, yes actually that rough. As our hostels and campus are so far apart,(7 km away), we are so unluckily had to rush for the bus every day. The system runs simple, miss the bus, miss the class. Miss the class, miss the lesson. And that’s the worst part, coz once you miss one part of your lesson here, you will be swept through all other parts. Its extremely hard to catch up once you’re missed you know.

But as now I’ve already had my own transport sent here, the bus had no longer mean a thing to me. And what a good riddance, I don’t have to face the ugly truth of the morning bus ever again, which had always get on my nerve before. You should now how that is really sickening and so off-putting.

For those who read this, I want you to know that, as a science student here who are still struggling for my survival next semester, I’m actually skeptical about my chance for sure. If you do know about my mid semester exam’s results, I guaranteed you wouldn’t wonder why I’m feeling so. In fact, you would feel the same too, I think.

I don’t want to, but it is complementary and was packed in my course to take all 7 credited subjects; Maths, Biology, Physics, Chemistry, Arabic, Quranic Studies and MUET. Actually, I don’t have any problems with any of them to study with but, I found it so hard to grasp some of them. For example, I doubted myself to strike Maths and those three science subjects in the incoming final exam with an ‘A’, when actually I wasn’t aimed to have one. My goal is just to pass the exam, not with flying colors, but just to have a higher grade than 1.7. Coz if I’m lower than that, I’ll be out of here.

Oh God, I can’t afford to be so. I’m so don’t wanna be dismissed from my studies here. That will be the biggest failure in my life, and I don’t really know how would I do to face that.

Now, every night, as I lay my eyes on the skies, I got worried. I’m so worried to predict and to think what will be happening next. I’m afraid to embrace my future.

But, as my life goes hard as time flies, someone had suddenly come and knocked to be part of my life. She makes my life wonderful when it turned upside down, and she ease my worries a lot till I have my guts ever again to face the future. Thank God, she came into my life when I am really dying to have someone to talk to.

Jenny, you meant a lot to me now..Thanks.. =) "



See..you’re just killing your time reading this thing. Its all just about me..

O.o

Friday, October 8, 2010

Lovestruck





Plenty of years ago, I have a non-socialize mind, which on that time I personally think that, to deal with girls is to deal with problems. Yeah, I don’t believe them coz they are often got into my nerve and never on the same boat with my mind.

“Love? Nope, no I won’t. The truth is dude, I don’t believe in love, coz personally I think its just disgusting to get over all that romance and melodramas, didn’t it? Girls just shouldn’t be trusted, not at all. The love you’re dreaming with them is just a lie which they had bluffed all over you. All the happiness and mirth you feel to be in love with them is just a fool’s paradise, I assure you. I’ve seen a lot of them happening to my friends, and I’ll see lot more of them soon..”
 
That was what I thought before. I was not so interested to love or to be loved, so paradoxically different with most of my friends on that time. They’re looked so keen to get into love, or if not, seemed to be so desperate to look for one. And that’s why at only a schooling age, love and all that related to were my friends’ field of expertise; no doubt to say so as they were very well experienced in it. My batch itself was full of couples and mates who are madly in love with each other. I found that kind of atmosphere in my both schooling times; primary school and high school. Yeah, I still have a clear picture in my mind about it.

But when I turned 15, my perceptions on love suddenly turned upside down. I found it no longer such a disgusting thing to talk about, and I totally forgot about the “fool’s paradise” and “melodramas” all over! Yeah, all over..

And now, as I turned 18, I finally got in and living in the ‘fool’s paradise I’ve been talking about years ago.. And I’m kinda love it =)


Now I realized that I was totally mistaken to have a mind as I had years ago. I shouldn’t said so. Women are meant for men and we are meant for them. We shouldn’t deny their presence in our lives coz they’re actually complementing us, our lives. So why don't you appreciate them, boys =)


Friday, October 1, 2010

Hijab Is A Savior

Salam.

I've seen lots of this things and the situations related, but frankly now I couldn't care-less because they're getting on my nerve everytime it got in my sight. It made me so irritated to see how our obligations hadn't make any sense on them, besides they even ridiculed them. Well whats what? Folks, its all about the hijab and our women.

Being in Islamic Science University of Malaysia made me feel so lucky. Everytime I saw a girl here, I was captivated. How beautiful, how courageous and how feminine a girl is; I found it the best in her hijab. And here I found it everywhere, every girls here are beautifully dressed with her hijab is on. So I fall in love everyday, with every girl I found here. (literally)

But out there, I paradoxically found the upside downs of every girl I met in USIM. I ain't saying all, but mostly yes, they're not so fond to have their hijab on. Yeah plenty of them wears on, but seems like they are forced to do so, because the hijab they're wearing, oh my God what to say, erm the hijab they're wearing are so so inappropriate. Yeah, thats the better word.. Inappropriate. They're not really satisfy the functions itself; to have their aurah covered, as a prevention of any sexual abuse and to raise the dignity, honor and pride of a women itself. The hijab they're having are just, you know getting smaller and smaller by day, till now it had finally exceed the thin line that separate the 'Islamic obligations' and 'a somekind of fashion', the aurah had finally exposed although the hijab is on. So the so-called hijab most women and girls are wearing today shouldn't be called as hijab anymore. Its just somekind of fashion. The Islamic obligations and syariah Allah is no longer in their consideration.

Wanna see some of them? Okay, lets get it clear:








Now don't you see what I mean by 'inappropriate'? I'm sorry but I don't intend to humiliate those girls and women in these pictures, but on the other hand they're actually humiliating themselves by putting those 'somekind of fashion' on, or which they called 'hijab', even they're not playing the role of a hijab, not at all! They're still exposing those hairs and other aurah in their dress. I think there is nothing wrong to say that they're getting rude for wearing so. Its like making fun of hijab, didn't it? They're wearing the so-called hijab which function to cover up their aurah, but obviously they are exposing it as well, didn't it just so rude? Yeah, and pretty outrageous I can say.

I don't even understand why on the world they wear it like that, I mean, they don't even look good in it, right?
Honestly, do you think they're beautifully dressed in it? Well, I don't think so! Besides, its getting me annoyed to see those.

Please girls, please think over before you wear something. Don't try to tantalize us the boys by the you dressed and stop making fun of your hijab. You should feel very lucky to wear it properly because I'm telling you from the eyes of a man, its really make you look so nice in it. So pretty, no matter how you think your looks are. And at the same time it will save you from such sexual harassment as well.


Its your real savior, really is. So appreciate it and the opportunity of using it. Be proud of it!