Thank You

Alhamdulillah.

The Real Monster

Who is the real monster?

The mother who throw away her unwanted children in the trash can?

Or

The street dog that eat the poor dying baby

Or

The children itself when he or she grown up and seeks for revenge?

Damn. I hate baby dumping.

Darkness

In a world of darkness, you'll only sink further in;

aim for the light!

Little Monster

Everyone is born with a monster inside them. 

Or also known as alternate ego.

A Nameless Monster

Once upon time, there lived a nameless monster.

The monster was dying to have a name.

So he decided to set out on a journey to find his name.

But the world was a large place.

So the monster split into two on his journey.

One went to the east,

And the other went to the west.

The monster who went east came to a village.

"Mr. Black-Smith, please give me your name."

"You can't give someone a name."

"If you give me your name, I'll jump into your stomach and make you strong in return."

"Really? You'll make me stronger? Okay, you can have my name."

And the monster jumped into the black-smith's stomach.

The monster became Otto the black-smith.

Otto was the strongest man in the town. But one day,

"Look at me, look at me, the monster inside me has grown this large."

CHOMP! CHOMP! MUNCH! MUNCH! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! 

GULP!

The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside.

He went back being a monster without a name.

He jumped into the stomach of Hans the shoe-maker,

but,

CHOMP! CHOMP! MUNCH! MUNCH! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! 

GULP!

He went back being a monster without a name.

He jumped into the stomach of Thomas the hunter,

but,

CHOMP! CHOMP! MUNCH! MUNCH! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! 

GULP!

And once again he was a monster without a name.

The monster went to the castle to look for a wonderful name.

"If you give me your name, I'll make you strong."

"If you heal my sickness, I'll give you my name."

The monster jumped into the boy's stomach.

The boy became very healthy.

The King was delighted.

"The prince is well. The price is well."

The monster liked the boy's name.

He liked living in the castle. So when he was hungry, he stayed put.

Everyday he was so hungry, but he stayed put.

But one day, he was just too hungry.

"Look at me, look at me, the monster inside me has grown this large."

The boy ate the King and all the servants.

CHOMP! CHOMP! MUNCH! MUNCH! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! 

GULP!

One day, the boy met the monster who went west.

"I have a name. It's a wonderful name."

The monster who went west said,

"You don't have a name. You can be happy without a name."

"Because we're nameless monsters."

The boy ate the monster who went west.

Even though he had finally found a name, there was no one around to call him by it.

Johan was such a wonderful name, too.

*p/s: A horrible storybook for children, I'd say. 

Current status

This blog current status is:

Hiatus.

But I'm going to change it into its

original status, actively writing soon.

1, 2 , 3 Testing

Hello? 

Hello, again.

-Check List-
_____________________________________
Movies-Checked.

Laptop- Checked.

*... Hey, where's my broadband?*

Novels-Checked. (Need to buy new novels)

Mp3- err, I don't have it.

Mp4- yes, I do have it.

_____________________________________

Alright, I'm back to my old life style. A boring one. Well, hello guys. It's been a while since my last entry. Yeah, a lot of things happened. Happy and sad memories were mixing together. They're parts of life cycle.

Can't say I'm happy finishing my foundation in Kuantan, not really. Hopefully I do well in my final examination. Hopefully we do.

Unknown

1 misscall.

14 blank messages.

1 replied message, also a blank one.

Hurm. Just who the hell are you, weirdo?

You're going down

Define your meaning of war

to me its what we do when we're bored.

Hey

Sorry for being stupid lately.

I'll behave myself after this.

Sorry for the late call.

Hater

I'm trying to be a good guy,

but yet they wont recognize it.

Fool.

Fine then.

I'll play the game along with you.

Please Stay

Why most of the people couldn't stay to perform Witir prayer?

After Tarawih, its only three (3) rakaat remaining.

If you can keep on with 8 rakaat of Tarawih, why dont 3 rakaat of Witir?

Pahala is pahala ya know?

This month is full of BONUSES.

By the way, happy Ramadhan guys.

Over you

Just get over with it. I’m done.

Maybe you don’t realize it right now, or by chance you are going to realize it, or perhaps you wouldn’t realize it forever, but honestly, I’m doing you a kindness.

I don’t mind if you hate me, because I know I’m doing the right thing here.

Goodbye

It's a shame that it had to be this way,
It's not enough to say I'm sorry,
It's not enough to say I'm sorry.

Maybe I'm to blame,
Or maybe were the same,
But either way I can't breathe,
Either way I can't breathe.

Hm? Yup. Secondhand Serenade- Goodbye song...
But still, it got something to do with me...

Thank You Guys

They caught me off guard, again.

Well, thank you.

:)

Dream oh Dream

I got a weird dream last night. I don’t know why, but it was sort of funny and weird, though. The background of that dream was located in my old school. I was walking alone, before a stranger came approach me and seeks for my help. It was like I need to accompany him to somewhere in the school. After a long walk, I realized he was taking me to meet up with some teachers that I still remember. It was like, “err, hi teacher...”

Everything was perfect. Then I was back as a lone ranger in my dream; looking for nothing.

Suddenly I came across my old classroom. It was in the highest floor, fourth floor. It’s still in the same colors, yellow and white. A little bit dusty here and there. The tables and chairs arrangements were still the same. And there was a teacher teaching in the classroom, but I don’t recognize her. I was walking through the class from outside. Should I go and sit inside?

Oh well, weird dream. I just barely thinking about that, and still didn’t make any decision yet, but I was already in the class; sitting in the second line in the front. Well, that’s what we called as a dream; not logical at all.

In that class, I only recognized a few of them. They were my university’s friends; boys and girls. We sit there and listen to what-so-ever the teacher teaches us. After the classes over, all of them were rushing to go out of the class. And I still didn’t make any move, frozen. Oh well, it was weird again. In the real world, I should be the first one to leave the classes when it was over.

And then I realized, the classroom was almost empty. I don’t know why, but then I started to walk. From the outside, I saw a girl that I recognized. At that moment, I want to approach her. She was alone, walking towards the stairs. Then I say “hi” to her from her back.

And in a dream, anything could happen. When she turned her back to me, suddenly there were a lot of boys around her; flirting with her and she didn’t say a word to them. But she did hold one of the boys’ hands. And her face when she faced me was an “asking” face. It was like “What’s wrong? Tell me” and I was spacing out for a moment, trying to mix the reality and dream’s world together.

I hate that moment. It was like a huge hole punched through my chest. I don’t know why, but I felt a big loss; frustrated. In the real world, I don’t think I do like her, but in this weird dream, it’s hurts me so much.

“Nothing”, I said.

“…” she was speechless, leaving me with her boys-friends.

Weird, it’s just weird. Ha ha. It was like a goodbye. Yeah, maybe it’s the time to say goodbye. But still, when I woke up, “hey, that was weird and funny dream, too”. It doesn’t make any sense. Ha ha. What a shame, boy. Well, it’s just a dream anyway. Who cares?

sigh. what a weird dream.. -.-"

Dear Mr. Anonymous

This blog’s entry is dedicated to Mr. Anonymous.

We don’t even know each other, but HEY

We already hate each other;

Superb.

I don’t care you used Me to pick a fight, BUT HEY AGAIN

You hurt my buddy,

Watch your back.

emo? tak lah. ;)

Thank You

I’m terrible in making a great speech.

I mean, I’m no good in words.

All I could say is just “thank you guys”.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, again.

Thank you for the celebrating, especially to E group’s members. :)

Fly Me to the Moon and back

I got nothing really to write about, really. Hurm. A few hours ago, I was wondering around for blog walking. Then I noticed that I didn’t update my blog for two weeks. Wow. That’s cool, though. Ha ha. Uh, well currently I’m not in mood to write something interesting. And in fact, I love to read others’ writing, knowing their thoughts. Yeah, honestly I do love reading, especially my friends’ writing.

I’m not in a good condition. Yeah, I knew it. A broken car won’t run right even after you fix it. There must be something unusual about it. Same goes to me myself. Yeah, I’m not a mechanical machine; blood is flowing through my body. My heart is beating. I inhale and exhale the air.

I’m down. But still, I’m wearing a smiling mask when facing others. Yeah, I’m a poker face, a good one. But guys, it’s not the end of the world. Take a deep breath, clear your mind for while. It’s not the end of the world. Come on.

Oh well, I’ll ran when I’m not in a good mood. It’s a good way to release my stress. I love to run with full speed, breaking the coldness and emptiness morning, while most of the people sleep tightly in their bed, maybe jogging in their dreams. It’s good, though. No one would notice my presence. But it’s not that easy to wake up early in the morning, ha ha. I will ran or jogging in the evening. But of course not in full speed, because too many people will notice my presence. Ha ha.

It’s like a magical dream, though. :(

Sometimes II

Sometimes,

Friendship can turn into a sink-ship.

Okay, lame. Ha ha.

Have you ever heard of this proverb?

"Save me from my friends"

Yeah, sometimes friends can be more dangerous than enemies.

A gratitude to a Stranger

I’ll never ever get an opportunity to settle my debt with this stranger.

You saved my life.

I wouldn’t be here if you’re not there.

Thanks again, dear Stranger for sparing my life.

Go

Sigh.

This entry is obviously not about Go chess.

And of course not PSP Go, too.

Of course the answer is no.

Sometimes, (yeah, I used ‘sometimes’ a lot) we need to follow our heart.

And ignore the others.

Advice is indeed good.

But, it depends on that person, or us; how we accept others’ advice.

Humans never stay the same as they used to be.

They change.

WE CHANGE.

Just go, follow your heart.

But Remember,

Sometimes you might get it right.

And sometimes you might get it wrong.

Sometimes

Learn to walk before you run.

Nah.

Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.

Be Grateful, People

Half a loaf is better than none.

Some people don’t even get the same thing or almost-the-same thing as yours.



P/s: You should be grateful for something, even if it's not as much as you wanted.

Sing a Song

What ya want from me

By:

Adam Lambert

Sigh

I am t-i-r-e-d.

Wake Up!

Hey, wake up already!

The third and final semester is around the corner.

Stop being a day dream lantern.

It’s time to wake up!

What if I'm a bad guy?

We can’t get the full picture of a particular person just with our first impression right? We tend to judge people by their appearance; same as here. He he.

Uh oh, that guy looks so handsome, he must be very kind. And look at this guy, he is very ugly and look at his face, ew, perverted face, so he must be a bad guy. We used to judge the books from its cover right? Yes, no doubts about that some of them are really suiting their personality, a face of scum with snatch thief as a job; hell yeah full package of trash. Then, how about a serial rapper with an angel face?

Ask yourself on how you judge people. It’s not my forte either. Human are unpredictable.

FYI

You know what?

I will if you will.

Suicide

I felt pity and sick at the same time when I see someone smokes.

Slowly breathe in and out the repulsive smoke, destroying every single cell in their body.

Its not I hate them because they made me as a passive smoker, but they are killing their self slowly.

It is a suicide; an open suicide.

Yeah, I understand that smoking is not easy to stop, it’s addictive.

But try to think about your future, every time you smoke, without you realize it or not, you are shortening your life span.

Think wisely, end up your life in easy way, die because of nature OR end up your self in the worst scenario due to the heart attack, lung cancer and other disease.

Prevention is better than cure.

I wont post anything nasty, but hear this...

Hate Me

By:

Blue October

Run Baby Run

Ready.

Set.

Go.

*after 15 minutes*

Ugh, since when running become so boring?

Stalker

Hey, am I a stalker? Uh no, I’m not.

Then how about you? Are you a stalker?

Maybe we can use other term right? Investigation would be a nice term. Ha ha.

Tumpang Lalu, Beruk Putih Nak Lalu

A friend of mine told me this story, about a funny yet shockingly incident involving his friend’s granny in Australia. Well, it happened when his friend’s family was escorting him to the University of Melbourne to continue his study in Medic. And his granny was there too. His granny was from Kelantan, purely Kelantan.

After they had done with the “delivery” stuff at Melbourne, they were planning on taking a tour around there. They had a lot of fun including the granny. On the way back to the Melbourne, they took a train. And at that moment, when a lot of people were rushing going in and out of the train, the granny couldn’t find any empty chair to sit on.

She thought that everyone else would give her their sit for her sake. Well, you know, for the old woman like her right? But unfortunately no one did that. Maybe the differences of cultures perhaps? Suddenly, she saw one single empty sit. She was rushing walking to the empty sit, (how fast old woman walk?) but unfortunately again, that sit was taken by a tall man; of course he was a local citizen around there. She was very pissed off.

“Menate beruk putih nie, aku nok duduk pun tok se?” she said in her Kelantan accent. There were a lot of repulsive things she said to that man and I can't remember all of them, sorry guys. And that man, just kept ignoring her like she wasn’t there. This white monkey couldn’t understand what I’m saying, the granny thought.

After a few terminals, that man finally stands on his feet. And the granny was blocking his way to get out of the train. He took a deep breath and then he said, “Tumpang lalu, beruk putih nak lalu”.

“…” the granny was in great shock as she was speechless at that moment.

p/s: even a foreigner knew our mother tongue. ouch.

Between S, L and XXL

Ah, I just got back from the gym. Yeah, still in the progress. Here, I can see a lot of human who want to loss their weight. But, I’m here to gain weight and muscle (of course). Sometimes, their made me chuckled. Ha ha. And sometimes, I impressed with them.

Well, some of them are really in XXL size, fat. Sorry, that is the truth. But, at least they are willing to loss their weight and regain their normal size.

Meanwhile, some of them are very skinny. The funniest part was when he always embraced himself in front of the mirror after every single time he had done lifting the dumbbell. Ha ha. Your muscle ain’t gonna burst in split of second bro. It will take a lot of time to transform that skinny body.

Speaking of gym, of course it is the place where people with big muscle loafing around. Yeah, same as here; they are always here. Some of them are muscle builder, wow that’s so cool.

And today’s workout was so terrible. I don’t know what’s wrong with my body; it feels like I was going to throw or something at that moment. Over do; yeah maybe that’s the reason behind this problem.

Tea Boo

“Puan, kitorang lupa buat teh”, the male worker in yellow cloth said to his boss.

“Lupa?” the female boss answered the question with another question.

He he. Don’t worry, tea boo will save me, the worker thought.

“DIE YOUR MORON!” cried the angry female boss while throwing some knifes to that worker.

*Ha ha. It’s funny if that advertisement turns out into something like this.

Microorganism

This is Earth right? Of course. Its big right? Yeah, it is a big and beautiful planet.


Um, so this is the scale between our Earth and another planets in our galaxy. Still pretty big isn't? Yeah, bigger than Mars, Mercury and Pluto.

Err, now we are getting smaller. Uranus is big, but Saturn and Jupiter are HUGE!

Okay, okay. Now we are getting smaller and smaller. Ow, our Earth is just like a tiny black dot? Ugh, that is our Earth, then how about us? Pluto is almost invisible compare to the great Sun.

Uh oh. How about this? The great Sun compare to the Sirius, Pollux and Arcturus? Ow, ow. We are just like the smallest microorganism created by God.

formspring.me

Ask me anything http://formspring.me/amru73

True Form

Ah, now you are showing off your true self aren't you?

That is nice, but I already knew it. Thanks.

Thanks again for that show.

You are so generous.

No wonder why people hate you so much.

Hey, I am Free!

Ah, finally I am free. Ops I don’t meant that I am priceless. 100% discount but I just want to say that I am free from MUET. Ugh, what I need to do right now is just waiting for the result, maybe it will be announced in July or September.

My last paper, I think it can’t be consider as a paper because it was a speaking test. Uh, well, it was not going according to my plan; having a discussion with two adult women. And guest what? Our group was the last group for the second session. What the hell. Waiting like an old monkey, who seeks for heaven from the sky?

After waiting patiently, here comes my turn, I meant our turn. Ugh, and the discussion didn’t end with a good ending. For me, it was kind a frustrating. I had given my best effort, let them judge what I have done. Although my last paper was kind a shit, but still I want band 4 that badly. Uh.

[-blank-]

Ah, I am speechless.

No, wordless is the right term for blogging isn't?

Blur; this is my current condition.

Its takes my breath away and I feels like messing in the air.

Mortal

"Little lowlife parasite".

That will be our first impression when we see cockroach, bug and other insects crawling below us. They are small and creepy and easy to crush but disgusting of course.

Sometimes when we are about to smash them into pieces, this thought comes unconsciously:

“Ah, they are small, useless and their life time is short too. I felt pity for you. It’s too cruel for me to end your short life in just one light feather smash, so I’ll let you go this time. Go away before I change my mind”.

Short life creatures, I said.

I think that is the way others creatures used to see us. Humans are creatures who live in just a short of time, but yet they managed to tears the earth apart. They never learn from their past histories, and war is just like their license to kill each others.

Ah, let them be. They will die soon anyway, because they are mortal.

Hey You.

Ah, look at you lately. Pretty down aren't you?

Um, well, that how the circle of fate rotate. Sometimes you are in your best shape, and sometimes you are not.

You. Yeah, it's you. Um, um. No, I means you, yep it is you, myself. Stupid. Read this, me. And try out for something else that can make you feels better. Accidents will happen.

p/s: Can I kill someone tonight?

Fly Away

Hey, don't ask me why.

If you listen to my aching heart you will know the answer.

But I love this beautiful time.

And I don't want it to remain the same.

Maybe tonight you will reach the sky.

So I will see your true desire.

No one feels so free.

Over and over again.

Go, fly away.

Midnight Lover

Yeah, I'm still here. Writing something I myself don't know yet where the destination is heading to.

Midnight Lover?

Yeah, maybe it's something that I need to be. I have to be. The coldness of the midnight air, sealed in an almost-complete silence. And I love it.

The silence gives you an unusual calmness to think clearly, like you are walking on a clear water surface.

At this time, believe me, you can even hear you heartbeat loudly, shouting at you, "I'm still alive!".

p/s: Hey moon; please forget to fall down...

Freak Shows

Till today, I still remember the almost-happened creepy experience to me. But, luckily it was my friends they were looking for. Hell yeah, struck me with thunder so I will believe that, something were accompanying us in every single night while we were in deep slept.

Well, that what was happened in our PLKN camp, especially in my dorm. Maybe our dorm was the most tempting place for the ghosts to hang out, as it was dark, even in a day light. At first, I don't believe those myth stories, told by our coach. Who knows, probably his intention just want to scared us, so we will play nice, too.

It was 2 a.m. early in the morning. My friends were still playing with some wrestling stuff, I guess it was Muay Thai martial art. Tired and sleepy, one of my friends went to sleep. Suddenly he felt something hissed through his ears. Hesitated, he was trying to look out for the sound, instead of ignoring it.

"Who is there?" there was fear in his voice. And of course he was speaking in Malay at that time. I'm the one who responsible to translate them in English.

It was a complete silent of the midnight; answering his question.

A pair of red eyes were staring at him, in a total darkness. And he knew it. As he forced himself to look back, the black thing with four legs and a long neck, jumped before him. Obviously, it was not a Giraffe. What in the hell a Giraffe stick on the top of the ceiling and move agilely? Obviously it’s not. Harmless, but yet creepy, that unknown "animal" kept its reddish eyes on him. Staring at those red eyes, he knew it, it wasn't an animal. That thing stretching it's long neck abruptly. Then, its launched its body through the front door, leaving him, numb.

We were realized there was something wrong with him after that. He was suddenly changed, from happy-go-lucky boy into quite moody boy. And of course it was irritating for us to not knowing what hap happened to him.

"You were facing a ghost, and you did not run away or at least, scream?" asked me, curious.

"I don't know what to do at that time" he said, still in trauma. He deserve more credit than us, more than he do.

But, the horror didn't end there.

Our captain, was in shock out as he himself saw what was in his bed when he was in night patrol. Before this, there were rumors about his haunted bed, the most pleasant mattress in our dorm, always be a stopover for the white things. And finally, the day had come, where he saw them before his eyes. It's freaking him out. Of course it was. Who will feel happy about this, a ghost visit your bed, watching you sleep every night? Please note this, they were not Edward Cullen, they were ghost!

Flying fireball, pocong, and what-so-ever, were there. In our camp.

Hysteria? Yep, there was once. But just once.

Um, there were plenty of ghost stories in our camp. But I think these light stories should be enough.

Time Magican

Time is our greatest rival, an immortal opponent.

Without us realized or not, time is always chasing us. If we are not the one who cut it, it’s going to cut off us first, letting us behind.

Because of time, we are getting older day by day. And unfortunately, we can’t do much to stop it; aging.

The time dimension is unbreakable, for us as a mere human; except for God.

Second, minute, and hour. That is how human measured time.

We already have a living clock in our body, which is heart, counting our remaining life restless.

Time is money, so money means time?

Made no sound; time letting us without any warning.

But, there is always a choice. There has to be. So spend the time wisely.

Hush. Hush. The time is running out.

True Human

Human are greedy. Nothing is enough to satisfy their need.

Weak and fragile; most human carry these within them.

But still, they are strong and unpredictable. Enormous and unknown potential stored in them.

They need a community. And can not survive living alone for the entire of his or her life.

Human need love. The feeling of wanted to love someone and being love by someone else, is a feeling that cannot be erased in them; as it’s comes naturally.

Sometimes they are losing their way, because there is always some breakdown in the middle of their road to the victory.

What made human different from other creatures God had created; they have “heart” and brain installed in them.

Human are troublesome. They kept on fighting each other, every single day, year to year, century to century; they still kept on killing each other.

Without soul in them, they are not much different from a zombie.

Human are disgusting when they are thinking without using their rational, letting the devil possess their mind.

Human are like an angel, when they are showing their purely mercy and kindness from their heart to others.

Sometimes, they are unique; when they knew how to use their ability to the fullest.

Road Bullies

Imagine this. You are stuck in some traffic jam in the middle of concrete building jungle. This is your final opportunity you got whereby you have to present some important paper work to your new clients, coming late will cost you being scold by your boss. And the worst scenario, you probably are going to lose your job.

The air tensions around you are getting heavy and heavier. It’s feels like the tensions in the air are going to explode in your head. The grips of hands of yours’ are getting tighter, showing the presence of stress.

Can you imagine what will happen after that?

In my opinion, road bully is also one of the forms of displacement aggression. The driver kept blaming on each others’ fault, but in a wrong way. Make some noise, keep bumping each other, and last but not least, involves in road accident.

But remember, not all of the road bullies are totally bad, maybe its because their internal problem, but neither not all of them are good, or reasonable enough and can be forgive due to their condition just like in the above situations.

The road bullies exist because of the lack of driving skill from others drivers; causing them to burst into anger. Could you imagine, driving about 60km/h in the right line of the high way, whereby the right line limit is about 110km/h, how come people would not get angry? Until today, I still remember the case in London. A woman who drove a Perodua Kenari in the right lane from 4 lanes in the highway, and shockingly, she only drove it just about 40km/h. She had successfully caused chaos in London’s highway at that night. The result was, she got fine and the court stated that she needs to retake her driving license, again.

Well, that’s one of the best examples that not all of the road bullies is bad. But better don’t mess up with the road bullies; we don’t know who they are. Some of the road bullies love to see their “prey” got scared when they are tailgating them, close enough to cause an accident.

What can I conclude here are the government should pay serious attention to this situation, and the punishment for the road bullies should be impose harshly, so their will never committing the same mistake or this extreme behavior. In addition, their driving license should be revoked. They can say goodbye to their driving license.

p/s: :|

Life

Life is unpredictable; as not our entire plan is going to be as what we had planned.

Life is meant to be a big fun, to those who are into it and appreciated it.

Life is meant to be sadness, to those who are weak enough to accept the fact that LIFE IS UNFAIR.

Life is an adventure; to those who are always wanted to try out for something new and do not afraid the word of FAILURE.

Life is meaningless, without a strong banister, a religion. And of course the best and divine religion is and always is Islam.

Life is a challenge, everyday is a test. So better watch out your step or the devil will get you.

Life is short; no doubt about that as we are mortal. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, week, month and year, people continue to die unstoppable, due to nature or vice versa.

Life is a battlefield, to those who are fated to be born in the middle of war, such as Palestine.

Life is a world paradise, to those who are born with wealth and health; perfectionist-to-be.

Life is meant to be boring; to those who never across in their mind to raid the true meaning of of their existence.

Life is a big lie, to those who are living in their own fake world and they never realized it.

Life is never meant to be a real life, instead of a graveyard in a trash can, for those poor innocent babies who are being left away by their super idiot bastard parents.


p/s: :|

Power

Hi there. It had been a while since my last entry. Well, I'm not going to talk about what had happened in the last 5 days.

By the way, I'm just wondering, have you ever feel this, the feeling of high and mighty, and you felt that you're using all of your luck in that year (perhaps?)!

At that time, you felt, wow, its like everything was perfectly done, without any mistake.

But, as an ordinary human, we're unavoidable from the feeling of dignity, even just in a split of second, then you're done.

Power without recitation, it was like a warrior who was holding a sword without a shield.

p/s: great power always come with great consequence.

Born to run

Release the music in your soul now.

Let it play out loud, cracking the wall of invincible.

Just be yourself, because you already knew it that your are no good in acting.

No need to pretend to be someone else in order to be acceptable by those mongrels.

The rhythm already inside you.

So stand up boy, make a clear path of yours.

Werewolf II

"I'm angry right now", he said.

"But you are smiling...", replied me, in teasing tone.

Then, he cut off me before I could continue my words, "No, I'm not".

"... You are still smiling, Mal", said me.

"... Guess can't help it", he said in frustrated tone.

He he. How come you are smiling while you are angry? Maybe because you are not really into it yet, or you are too kind, my friend.

Well, that's a good way to control your anger. Smile.

p/s: Hopefully he will notice this. :D

Mystery of the death of Abraham Lincoln and J.F Kennedy

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln 'S secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.
And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

p/s: creepy isn't?

Werewolf

"What the hell you doing, kiddo?" I snapped, sprang defensively.

"... I don't meant it. It's just like a knee-jerk reaction, rather than a decision", he explained.

"But you did kick my leg aren't you?" I said.

"Easy. He don't meant any harm", said a friend of mine to soften the situation.

"No, he did. You can say goodbye to your leg too, kiddo" I warned him.

Ha. That was the old me. Easy to provoke. Easy to caught in fight, even in a football match. Well, as a young boy (at that time), I think every teenagers can loss their temper easily aren't they? In case their can't control its well, and that's me...

But, even if we angry, think whether the cause is reasonable or not. :D

A learning to control our temper is not easy. But, the strongest man is the one who can control their anger.

p/s: Except for women who in their PMS, its totally acceptable because its unavoidable. Their're just like a young werewolf, unstable. Ha ha. Ops, jgn marah. Hee.

Revolution

Hey, wake up from your long, long sleep.

Let the track of space and time disappeared for a while, so you can think wisely.

Everything is changed now, a revolution.

We are still learning, anyway.

Second chance is always there, so better not to loose your ground.

Follow the light, letting the state of darkness of yours behind.

Come on, lets do it; Revolution.

The Law of Gravity and the G-Force Pressure

"Okay, I can take it. Its going to be a great, fast and safe ride. Take it easy, Amru", whispered me. I don't think my friend, Afy who was sat next to me could hear that.

"Its started", he said, eagerly.

Then, the speed kept increasing. "...Whoa", the voice of excitement and fear were mixing together, unnoticeable.

My hands were throbbing. The adrenaline kept rushing through my body. Other passengers were screaming like hell, same as Afy. But me myself, its not that I don't afraid and don't want to scream out loud to express my fear, but at that time, I can't. My head went blank, empty. The great feeling of gravity, plus with G-force pressure were successfully sealed my mouth into its silent mode.

What kind of situation was that?

Was that an accident? No no. No its not. Ha ha. That was the situation when my friend and I were riding a "Supersonic Odyssey" or its easy and simple name, roller coaster. Well, it's the longest indoor roller coaster in southeast Asia, located in Berjaya Times Square.

Well, from the starting point, it was not too scary. But as it went far and higher up from the ground, the faster it was at that time. Till at one moment, when it was reaching the climax, err, I don't know the right words to explain this, the scariest point? Um, well, let it be. Ha ha. Back to the story, at that time, everyone were freezed, they were like lost in other dimension, same goes to me. It was like we were swallowed into other world. Cheh cheh.

Ha ha. I'm glad everything was fine after that crazy ride. Well, except for one fact that we can't stop our body from shaking like hell and because of that, we were walking like injured monkeys. Ha ha.

All of our first three games were based on height. Maybe Afy wanted to overcome his fear to height? Who knows? Well, I myself said "I don't mind what games you choose", but at the same time, my body answered honestly, shaking in fear. Ha ha. Maybe I'm the one who need to surpassed my fear? Well, the most scary ride from those three was "Space Attack", a big thing that kept swinging up and down in a circle. Sorry, I don't know the right words to describe that thing; again. At that time, well, I felt hesitated about the safety of the ride. What would happen if this guard stop functioning while I'm on upside down? Hu hu. But, my fear was nothing at all. The ride was good, without a single problem.

At the time when I was at KL central, on my way back to home, something funny suddenly happened. A foreign tourist suddenly grabbed my shoulder in rush and he said, "Sir!".

It was like knee-jerk reaction, as I said "Wargh". Ha ha.

"Sir, where is the toilet?" said him desperately.

Huh. Maybe he could not see, the sign of toilet just before his eyes.

"Er, there. Could you see that sign?" said me while showing him the sign of toilet.

*silent for a while*

Both of us were numb as we were in front of the sign.

"Er, thank you sir!", then he ran towards the toilet with march speed in split of second.

Ha ha. Funny.

P/s: Um, anyway, today was fun.

Symbol-Forever Young

Forever - together, forever - together...
(Forever young we are all for one)

Forever - together
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever...

Come on baby light my fire
ready for the show
Now I feel your love desire,
please don't ever go
Crazy dance and sexy power
all I need is you
Tonight I'll take you higher
if you love me too

All the time I need your shining smile
Tonight I'm really going to play you know
That life is just a game

Forever young we are born to run
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever young we are all for one
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever...

Come on baby let your body pump into the groove
Shake your boogie feel the music jumping like a fool
I don't care I'm so excited now I feel so free
Paradise into your eyes so let it be

All the time I need your shining smile
Tonight I'm really going to play you know
That life is just a game

Forever young we are born to run
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever young we are all for one
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever ....

Come on baby light my fire
ready for the show
Now I feel your love desire,
please don't ever go
Crazy dance and sexy power
all I need is you
Tonight I'll take you higher
if you love me too

All the time I need your shining smile
Tonight I'm really going to play you know
That life is just a game

Forever young we are born to run
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever young we are all for one
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever - together, forever - together

(Forever young we are all for one)

Forever...

I don't care I'm so excited now I feel so free
Paradise into your eyes so let it be
you know That life is just a game
Forever - together, forever - together

Forever young we are born to run
Forever love and fun until the morning sun
Forever ....

The Power of Sound

You guys love to hear songs aren't you? I mean, not just guys, of course woman too. LOL. Ha ha. Sometimes, when we listen to a song, either the music or the lyric reflect us as we can feel like we are in the song. Um, well, I don't know the right words to describe this. But have you guys ever experience this?

By the way, there are a lot genre of music or we can called it as sound of engineering : pop rock, hard rock, metal bla bla bla and so on. I'm totally respect those guys in the music industry; it doesn't matter whether their are local artist or not (but honestly, I'm not that into local songs. Ha ha), I'm impressed with them because they can make people hear and love their song. It's not an easy job to make something new and refreshing to the listener. No doubt about that.

Music can make you feel calm and relax with it harmony melody.

Music can make you feel nervous and anxious with it heart attacks music.

Music can make you feel angry with it tone, maybe because the song is suck and make people get upset with it. Ha ha. Generally it because of the lyric. Forget to mention about the art of construction, ha ha. Well, of course you will get annoyed with the sound of building construction aren't you? Bomb bomb bomb ca!

Music also can cause people to become sad and tears; because of it sad lyric or the song strike you right into your soft spot?

Oh, have you ever heard of "harmony melody" term? It happens when many sound combine and unite to become one voice. It just like in concert when many artists gather and perform a song together. All in one, one in all.

p/s: power of sound, the power of you feelings.

Friendship

Everyone have friends; of course lol, a lot of friends. But, do you know what kind of friendship is that? What kind of friend, you to others, and what kind of of friendship from others to you? Let me share with you the types of friends.

1. Best friend (or close friend): a person(s) with whom someone shares extremely strong interpersonal ties with as a friend.

2. Acquaintance: a friend, but sharing of emotional ties isn't present. An example would be a coworker with whom you enjoy eating lunch or having coffee, but would not look to for emotional support.

3. Soul mate: the name given to someone who is considered the ultimate, true, and eternal half of the others soul, in which the two are now and forever meant to be together.

4. Pen-pal: people who have a relationship via postal correspondence. They may or may not have met each other in person and may share either love, friendship, or simply an acquaintance between each other.

5. Internet friendship: a form of friendship or romance which takes place over the Internet.

6. Fruit flies, Fag hag (female), or Fag stag (male): denotes a person (usually heterosexual) who forms deep ties or close friendships with gay men. Men (gay or straight) who have lesbian friends have been referred to lezbros or lesbros. The term has often been claimed by these straight members in gay-straight friendships, however some feel that it is deregatory.

7. Comrade: means "ally", "friend", or "colleague" in a military or (usually) left-wing political connotation. This is the feeling of affinity that draws people together in time of war or when people have a mutual enemy or even a common goal. Friendship can be mistaken for comradeship.

8. Casual relationship or "Friends with benefits": the sexual or near-sexual and emotional relationship between two people who don't expect or demand to share a formal romantic relationship.

9. Boston marriage: an American term used in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries to denote two women that lived together in the same household independent of male support. Relationships were not necessarily sexual. It was used to quell fears of lesbians after World War I.

10. Blood brother or blood sister: may refer to people related by birth, or a circle of friends who swear loyalty by mingling the blood of each member together.

11. Cross-sex friendship is one that is defined by a person having a friend of the opposite sex: a male who has a female friend, or a female who has a male friend. Historically cross-sex friendships have been rare. This is caused by the fact that often men would labor in order to support themselves and their family, while women stayed at home and took care of the housework and children. The lack of contact led to men forming friendships exclusively with their colleagues, and women forming friendships with other stay at home mothers. However, as women attended schools more and as their presence in the workplace increased, the segregated friendship dynamic was altered, and cross-sex friendships began to increase.

12. Open relationship: a relationship, usually between two people, that agree each partner is free to have sexual intercourse with others outside the relationship. When this agreement is made between a married couple, it's called an open marriage.

13. Roommate: a person who shares a room or apartment (flat) with another person and do not share a familial or romantic relationship.

14. Imaginary friend: a non-physical friend created by a child. It may be seen as bad behavior or even taboo (some religious parents even consider their child to be possessed by an evil spirit), but is most commonly regarded as harmless, typical childhood behavior. The friend may or may not be human, and commonly serves a protective purpose.

15. Spiritual friendship: the Buddhist ideal of Kalyana-mitra, that is a relationship between friends with a common interest, though one person may have more knowledge and experience than the other. The relationship is the responsibility of both friends and both bring something to it.

16. Frenemy: a blend of the words fr(iend) and enemy, the term frenemy refers to someone who pretends to be a friend but actually is an enemy---a proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing in the world of friendships. Most people have encountered a frenemy at one time of another, either at school, at work, or lurking in their neighborhood. The term frenemy was reportedly coined by a sister of author and journalist Jessica Mitford in 1977, and popularized more than twenty years later on the third season of Sex and the City. While most research on friendship and health has focused on the positive relationship between the two, a frenemy is a potential source of irritation and stress. One study by psychologist Dr. Julianne Holt-Lunstad found that unpredictable love-hate relationships characterized by ambivalence can lead to elevations in blood pressure. In a previous study, the same researcher found that blood pressure is higher around friends for whom they have mixed feelings than it is when they’re around people whom they clearly dislike.

p/s: What kind of friend you are? (-_-)

Fastway-Raising Hell Lyrics

Hey hey, a flash of electricity
Thunderbolt, it's getting out of my control now

When the night is falling
And the wild heart beating
Dancing thru the heat and dark
The devil will getcha
Coming to you

Faster, go raising hell
Harder, go raising hell
We're gonna yell and storm spread this fire
Rocking, go raising hell
Rolling, go raising hell
Over to you
Faster, go raising hell
Harder, go raising hell
We're gonna yell and storm spread this fire
Rocking, go raising hell
Rolling, go raising hell
Over to you
Raising hell

Hush-hush, the flame is getting higher bound
In the rain, no way to stop it burning thru now

p/s: Another eurobeat genre song from anime of Initial D Fourth Stage. Raising Hell! :D

Rebel Yell

Ha. I want to scream out loud in hope I'll feel better.

I'm dead boring here. Helpless doing nothing.

I want to go back to my old state, I miss my old house, I miss the time hanging out with my old friends, also my grandpa. Huh, why my grandpa came last in the list? Ha ha. Sorry grandpa. Ouh, I did mentioned all the old stuff isn't? Including my old grandpa. Ha ha.

I think my head already rusty doing nothing. Kept repeating the same routine everyday like a robot. Stupid cycle.

p/s: Hey, is there any place where we can scream as loud as we can without being scold for doing it?

Kill me

Argh. My mouth... (T^T) (crying like a baby).

Um? What had happened?

Well, you know, I don't like durian. Sorry to say that, but the smell of that "king of fruit" already killing me, stuck in my sensitive nose with it smelly stinky odour.

Er, well, my father just got back from Kelantan, and he bought us a lot of present. Ha ha. Hell yeah, there are dodol with durian flavour. And my mother insisted me to eat that "thing".

"But I hate durian. I don't even like it", I said to her.

"Just a little bit. Please please please. Eat it please", said her begging for me to appreciate what my father had bought from Klantan.

"I'll blame on this thing if I got stomachache", whispered me.

God, I don't want to die because of this. Gulp. I took a deep breath, and swallowed it in one gulp. Urgh. Damn it. The taste just bad as it's smell. That's why I don't eat something that don't smell good..

p/s: I need to brush my teeth. And I still hate durian.

Money, Intelligence and Appearance

I just read out the latest chapter of Bakuman manga/comic, which is already in chapter 80. It's a manga that tell us the story "behind the scene" of mangaka/comic artists' life. Bakuman surely can be the best manga/comic that described their way of life; how their come up with idea, the names, the draft, how they deal with their editor, with their fans and also their conflict in publishing a manga.

By the way, the mangaka/comic artist in Bakuman just come out with a great, dark idea about his new manga. And I can say it is really creepy. Ha ha. What would you do, if you live in a world that have a ranking style; that just judge and give you a ranking based on your external performance? For example, a country, giving their citizen a rank according to their financial, their intelligence, and their appearance, as if there are 1 billion citizen in that country, that's mean the ranking is starting from 1 to 1 billion.

People in higher ranks will look down to the people who are lower than them. Moreover, people may tend to looking for a mate, of soulmate according to their appearance? Their intelligent? Their money? Huh,I'm eager and exited to know how will the story develop.

I'm sure I don't want to live in that kind of world. It's horrible. Someone rich but not clever enough might give away their money to get the intelligence, someone who are smart might give away their intelligence to get money, and someone who are beautiful might give away their appearance to get intelligence and the chain of it get back in the circle again and again. Can you imagine what kind of world is that? Maybe it will happen in the future, who knows?

But, one thing I got; people mostly often to judge others from their money, intelligent and appearance aren't they? Mostly, yes most of them.

p/s: Dark isn't? That's why I said it's horrifying. But surely the creator of Bakuman have a lot of idea in his mind until he can even put in many idea in one story.

Inconsistent

Hey, my blog entry this month, eh, it's already April, um i meant my last month entry doesn't consistent isn't? I just realized it just now. Ha ha. Whatever.

Huh. It's already 3 entry posts for April? Ha ha.It's a good sign. But short entry doesn't count as cheat isn't? I hope not.

Alright then, MUET is just around the corner. I need a fresh start. And plus this time I need to study. Ha ha. It has been a while since I touch an academic book, um, at least I still reading English novels in my spare time. Guess me myself can't help it, because it so addictive. Huh? What books? Um, Twilight Saga.. He he. No wonder right? Hopefully it usefully enough to increase my writing marks which was so, so terrible in last MUET writing paper. Reading is quite useful hobby isn't?

Speaking of addictiveness, I just started to become more, and more addictive to eurobeat music. Ha ha. Yeah, it had started a long, long time ago. But, this time, I had fall in love with eurobeat. For me, the music is something refreshing and plus the lyrics are quite easy to understand. The way the singer present the song is interesting. The music is superb! Er, well then, I think I'm out of topic of Inconsistent here. Ha ha.

p/s: Huh. Well, I hope this inconsistent stuff doesn't applied to me in my study.

Imprint

I wish i could imprint to someone naturally just like Quil and Jacob did.

I'm envy of them. :(

p/s: Imprint stuff sure awesome.

If

"Can you stop talking while the Imam doing his job reading the khutbah text, a*****e?" i wish these words can bravely come out from my mouth to those low life.

Ha. How could I can't stand with them, if they even dared to joking around at that time? But then, I remembered our Prophet had said that even you said "shuu" in order to make their silent, it counted as redundant act. So I just glared at them, in hope their will understand and stop making noise. But it was useless, same as what they were. Other people start to notice them, as their did the same thing as I did.

Yeah, I'm not that good in controlling my temper, i admit that. I got annoyed, irritated easily especially with those whom i dislike. Every human have their own weak point. My weak point is I can't control my temper very well. Ah, never mind. Who cares about me. That's why you shouldn't ever play with fire, or you are going to burn into pieces.

Huh. Calm down Amru. You going there to pray, not to kill. You had done your job, giving them inaudible warning. It's up to them, what they wanted to do. But still, they had successfully irritated me so much. If I have a Killing License, i would gladly shoot them on their forehead one by one. It will clear my problem away.

p/s: Er, what is the main issue of this entry? Ha ha. Just want to tell you my dear boys friend, don't ever talking while the Imam reading Khutbah task. Everyone will get annoyed by your act, even God...

Futureland

Hey oh. I found out more and more interesting soundtrack from Initial D anime.. Haha. Wanna hear some? Check this out, Ace-Futureland. Pretty cool huh. Here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6Twq2wc2YI.

p/s: check this out too Initial D soundtrack-Play loud----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6Twq2wc2YI&feature=related


This is the song's lyric:

FUTURELAND BY ACE

I need a place to go
Where dreams are solid gold
Watch up in the sky
A shiny city bright

Here it callin'
See it comin'
In the share of worlds to be
So can you feel it in the wind
Risin' like a tide of energy?

Futureland
And I believe
The night is over, let the light fall on me
Futureland
All history
Is just a dream
A fire burnin' so high
Futureland
And I believe
The night is over, let the light fall on me
Futureland
All history
Is just a dream
A fire burnin' so high

Imagination bold
Creates a different world
Sharp and full of life
My atoms goin' wild

p/s: enjoy! d(-_-)b wallah~

Scars

Scars.

Yeah. They bring me all old memories. Guys especially have more scars than women do, maybe because their more reckless and extreme than women in taking their action. When I see my scars, yeah, they really meant a lot to me. It showed me how many troubles I went through. It showed me how much suffer did I felt and also how strong I am dealing with them. These eyes are the witnesses of every new scar I get.

When I look at somebody else scars, I also see their pain in their scars. Accident, negligence, and also not to mention scars that come from fight are mostly the reason why scars attached them selves to our skin.

My legs for example, yeah, they do have a lot of scars. Not all of them are unwanted. There are also scars I get in order to get something equal to the pain I get. I got them mostly in a football game. As a striker who need to step forward, no matter how strong and determined your opponents are, and score a goal or assist your teammate to score a goal. A good striker doesn’t only know how to score a goal, but also know how to sacrifices themselves so the team will survive. Hah. I did mention a lot a football thing here isn’t? Sorry, can’t help it.

Scars mean pain. Yes it is, but not all of them are true. It’s like when you see that scars, you will smile as it’s remind you of something good, or something funny. Scar at my right hand, I got it when I try to baked a cake. At that time, I don’t even realize the hotness of the oven as I was too excited to wait for the cake to bake. Ha ha. Idiot.

But still, it meant a lot to me and to you right? But they might remind us to our nightmare, unwanted scars that may stick and haunted you forever. It’s showed how much experience you have dealing with those scars. “Its hurt aren’t they?” that’s common question from people who saw our scars.

Yes, it’s hurt.

p/s: Of course it's hurt dammit. Ha ha.

Breaking Dawn

Yeah. Finally i bought it yesterday. Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer; after i went through a lot of things and troubles to get this novel. Breaking Dawn is the last sequel from Twilight Saga, start with Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and followed with Breaking Dawn. The best thing i like about this novel is the way how the author play with her readers' emotions and plus with the unexpected ending.

I just finished reading Eclipse today, and started immediately reading Breaking Dawn. Ha ha. Yeah, i'm really eager and excited to know what happened next in Breaking Dawn. Just wait for me.. He he.

Well, thanks to my friend, as he had being a good, good tourist guide, i managed to bought something. And more importantly, he showed me a lot of things in KL especially various of interesting place here. Ha.

p/s: thanks Afy.. Next time we will make Akmal as our tourist guide.. A good tourist guide.. He he. :)

Haircut

Haircut. Yes, haircut; i want it and i meant it. I guess someone will angry with this entry. So here i am; want to explain about hair things.

A man, guy, boy or whatever represent a MALE, need to try various style of haircut. They don't have to just stick to one single hair style. A friend of mine said to me," a man's hair is their life". I laughed at her when she said that. "So all the PLKN's boys are dead? Burried with their hair?", laughed me.

Then recently i found out in a magazine, about haircut and guess what? The magazine said almost the same thing as my friend said to me. Damn it. I got busted. So guys out there. Don't be afraid to try a new style. Your hair is your life; your precious life. Me myself just try out 3-4 hair style. Bald style? Yeah, it was my nightmare because i'm also one of the "lucky" guy on earth to be selected to join PLKN.

p/s: But beware (of dog), choose your hair style carefully, or you gonna being condemn by others. And guess what? I wrote this entry because i just cut my hair... Hehe

Dont judge a book by it's cover

I don't remember what day was that, but it was in afternoon. My friend and I went into a lift. Yeah, in a megamall; Berjaya Megamall. "1st floor please", a gentleman voice asking me from behind to press the 1st floor button.

Then, we heard their conversation, in English; not too casual but the fluent was so good. I wonder, who were these guy? As i turned my head, oh my, they were 2 american man, i supposed so, and a local man, speaking with each other like the barrier of language its not there. It was so smooth and i'm impressed with the local man, as he can spoke in american slang, without having a problem at all dealing with the americans.

"That's why the "don't judge a book by its cover" exist... To described this kind of situation to us", said my friend as we went out from the lift. Yeah, i guess so. We easily look down on others based on their appearance.

p/s: Kuantan have a lot of strange, unpredictable yet incredible people. Hahaha
i miss you, kuantan. :(

Blind

"Is this a mosque?" a guy with a walking stick in his palm asked to the other guy who was beside him. "Yes, it is," the guy next to him replied; simple. Then, both of them step in into the mosque and started to take wudu'. Then, both of them walking into the mosque. Zohor prayer.

The situation above just like a normal thing to us isn't? But to me, it happened to me; right before my eyes, a blind man walking by himself by using a walking stick as a medium that connected he and the surrounding, walk into the mosque. My mouth was opened for a moment as i see it; amazed with him.

I think that, this blind man, can see things clearer than us, who used our EYES in daily routine. I'm a curious teenager. I've tried many times, yeah, a lot; not to use my eyes, even just for a while to move around in my house. Then guess what? I felt down every time i tried to walk down through the stair. Ouch. That's hurt. It's like i'm being kicked around hardly.

It's totally a different thing.

As I entered the mosque, the "Bilal" started to Iqomah. It's him. The blind man. He is the bilal of the mosque. He impressed me; again. What a guy.. I sighed.

There are a lot of human out there whom their eyes can see things clearly, but still, lost on their way in life. Yeah. Not just in term of religion, also in term of living as a human, such as in love; (not only for couple okay? also applied in term of family relationship),and friendship a others than that. Aren't you jealous with that blind man? I'm jealous with him. Yeah. A lot.

p/s: He may cant see what things going around him, but still, he can see things that WE cant see. Humans are great, but God is the GREATEST. :)

Just read it

"Are you reading a novel?" that was the first question thrown out to me when my younger sister saw me reading Eclipse. "Yeah, i guess so. Why? It's something weird seeing me reading something?" an answer plus with a question, replied by me.

"Nah. It's not a big deal. It's just like an awkward you know? Yeah. It's kinda like that", she replied to me. "Can you close the door please? I want to read this novel in peace and with my ferroro rocher", ask me with a big grin on my face. I knew she would be pissed off me. Haha.

Semester break. Again, i met you. But this time, in different situation, at a different place, with a new perspective, perhaps. As last semester middle break, my family and i were moved from Terengganu to Putrajaya. Quite far away though. But, i started to like people around here.

Back to the topic. Yes, my mission in this semester break is; want to read a lot of books. No matter what genre of books, it depends on the contents and of course, my interest too. In order to improve my english, i need to read, read and read a lot. Yeah. A lot.

p/s: So that is amru. You need to read a lot in this semester break. Read it baby. :D
note: credit to my roommate as he lend me an Eclipse; borrowed from his friend. gehehehehe.

Update. Update. Update.

It has been a while since my last entry in this blog. Its kinda dusty here.. Fuh3. Go away..Banyak menda da berlaku before and after the whole semester.. Eh, I just wrote those words in Malay isn't? Hah. Nevermind, I wanna speak eh, wrote in Malay today.. Maybe i can make it rojak2 a little bit perhaps? No wonder if my English is not be able to improve at all. Huhuhu.. Lame lame lame. Maybe my english is not a pure english, perhaps its manglish; malay+english=manglish. Hehehe.. New equation? Lame again. Heh.

Update. Update. Update.

I need an inspiration. I need an idea. About what? Erm. About what to write in my blog.. Hehehe.. Pardon me my friends because i'm not those bloggers whom have myriad idea coming out from their minds. Haha. (-__-"') urgh.. Pathetic huh?

Oh yeag. Final Examination is all over~ Our second semester come to da end as today, 14 March 2010, is the last day in second semester schedule. Urm? Nanyi? (Japanese word for "what") eh apa? notis kuar 24 hours? wah3.. Hahaha.. Okey. I'll leave by tomorrow (tomorrow never die!), as campus say "goodbye", home always say "welcome home"~ Its just like my bestie said in her ym status, "no place super awesome like home :)".. Hehe.. Hopefully you not mad at me as i put your status in my blog..

Two months breaks is waiting for you my dear... Hehe.. So what to do? Not much. Works, maybe?

Make sure you will get back to da campus in your best condition? Not too skinny, not too fat. Exercise okay?

Anyway, happy holiday guys!

p/s: i mention about exercise just now because i wanna go to gym as much as i can in this semester's break! (^-^)/

←[it's me again and again]→™

Hi... It's has been a while since i stop writing my (silly, perhaps?) thoughts here... There is a lot of things happened this week, so that i wont have enough time to spent on my beloved readers.. hehe.. (is there anyone reading this?)

Well, it's quite okay i guess.. as all of those tests and assignments have been through.. uhhh.. (damn it...)

Hurm.. got no idea what to do?

Shooting the star

Stars at night. How long it has been since last time i see you? But still, i got amazed by the beauty of sky at night. The lightening stars shining showing their self to the universe; as prove their were created by all mighty God, Allah.

p/s:I wonder if there is any alien watching me at that time.. and laugh at me..

Sometimes shit happens

Justice.

Justice is the concept of moral rightness based on ethics, rationality, law, natural law, religion, fairness, or equity.

Justice concerns itself with the proper ordering of things and people within a society. As a concept it has been subject to philosophical, legal, and theological reflection and debate throughout our history. A number of important questions surrounding justice have been fiercely debated over the course of western history: What is justice? What does it demand of individuals and societies? What is the proper distribution of wealth and resources in society: equal, meritocratic, according to status, or some other arrangement? There are myriad possible answers to these questions from divergent perspectives on the political and philosophical spectrum.

BUT, is justice nowadays is purely a justice?

Or it just a technical justice that can be manipulated by persuasive words, power, money, and even a higher rank of position?

Where is justice?

Even sometimes,we knew that person is totally committed a wrongdoing, but still, we not in the bright side. Being blamed for what we haven't done is awful isn't?

Sometimes shit happens.

p/s: i got no comment on this. fed up.

Campus Vacation

Yosh. It has been a long time since i stopped writing here due to my full classes timetable. Anyway, last Saturday, eh i mean Sunday (how can i forget about it?), all UiTM Kuantan's student went to Campus Vacation at Pantai Balok (again..).

Yep. It is again, held at the same place as last semester. But last semester it was called as Campus Day Out; so the student will go out of the campus and go where ever they want. Heh, just joking. Of course all student must attend this event.

Hot. Not us, but the weather. Hehe. But maybe boys or "gentlemen" in F Group would become the sexiest or the most gayness of the event, perhaps. Why? Peach. Yep, that is our class t-shirt colour. i believe that even the egg will cock perfectly on the beach due to the hotness of the sun.

Sun burn risk? Hoho.. Never across in my mind.

Then, the Campus Vacation went out smoothly, i think. That day was my first experience playing rugby, even a beach rugby. But still, it was fun and exciting.

Tackle. Spear. Hit and run. Run away when you got the ball.

Beach Soccer? Hell yes. I still play it even after i clean up myself. Obsessed with football? Yes i am.

p/s:i found out that i got sun burn after that~

Here I go, so dishonestly...

I'm a bad liar.Perhaps, a good actor in front those whose i hated most. I'm trying to act like i can get along with them, but the truth is, i cant. There are certain matters that i cant tolerate with.

Disgusting people with different attitude in life; it's make me sick.

But still, i tried to act like i can get along with them. Why? Me myself don't even know it. Maybe just want to make them feel easy or comfortable besides me? Nah. I don't know.

Sometimes, these people made me think this world is so jerk. But soon, i discovered that, these people are given a chance to live by God, to make US, to become better than it ever was.

p/s: there are a lot of "test" in our life my friend. Not just in your study. Not just laptop or device can be update, but we our self need to be upgrade too.. (-.-) what? windows 7? gyahahaha

*Asterisk* by Orange Range (english translation)

* Rays of light from the stars in the night sky above
send a plea from across the ages
with colours that haven’t faded
It’s somebody’s cry, reflected in those sparkling eyes
A wish carried on the wind, a request from the moon
to live as fully as possible, day by day
So that our wishes, too, will be in someone’s heart someday,
let’s shine on like that star

1, 2, and so the bells echo, spreading far and wide in the depths of my heart
A legendary stardrop, inside it there’s so many narrow paths etched out
With time, the ages pass; a shooting star passes without a sound
Close your eyes and listen hard, maybe you’ll hear a “Goodbye”

A black and white photo of the entire sky, a rumbling muffler - white breath
Just wanna get a little closer, I’ll race to the high ground up there
Taking out my huge telescope, out of the lens came stardust
Time after time, an epic from across the ages

# Now that the light is released,
surely it can’t fail, across time it’s got to reach someone
The light of glory is right across the way
It’s the story I’m about to weave with you all

REPEAT *

With my birth cry, a small light and a great light met across space and time
Their shine became one, to begin a new story
Like a constellation that connects the dots,
why shouldn’t we create a lovely painting for someone?
Take a look above you; see, it’s a winter diamond
This slow-moving galaxy, soon enough, will give you your courage back

REPEAT #

REPEAT *

This sky is the only one there is; it spreads over all. And beyond the sea,
right now, new life takes breath, and life is cut off, while stars shine on, like goddesses
continuing a long journey, or starting anew; in spring, summer, fall and winter
even a second is enough, just a moment is enough, to engrave my thoughts, to shine without end across the ages

The story goes on in the heart
the “you” of that day takes a night train

Rays of light from the stars in the night sky above
send a plea from across the ages
with colours that haven’t faded
It’s somebody’s cry, reflected in those sparkling eyes
A wish carried on the wind, a request from the moon
to live as fully as possible, day by day
Rays of light from the stars in the night sky above
send a plea from across the ages
with colours that haven’t faded
So that our wishes, too, will be in someone’s heart someday,
let’s shine on like that star

Let’s shine on like that star

When it comes to test@exam

I dont know whether it is kind a custom or what between us as a student, but when it comes to examination times, everyone got work out (lately). haha.. same as here; me myself too..



p/s: haha. maybe this is resembles us when it comes to examination?

Hard to wake up early in the morning and usually turn off your alarm watch coincidentlly? (try this..)

p/s: try this and you WILL wake up early in the morning.. with a wound in your hands perhaps.. hehe

Once he was a predator, now he's not...

How about that? Hahaha.. Funny.. Yep, it is. Nah. Just a few things had happened and I think I wanna "share" a little bit with you. Hehe.. Just a little bit okay? Not less, nor much..

Things are getting hasty here. Hurm. There is a bully case in my campus (or it should be "OUR" campus).. The parent just came here and blame on the other students without asking their son; what he or she have done? What have you done until they did this to you? (that is the first question i think the parent should ask their son if it involving bully cases. Not all the time it's all the bullier fault at all). Sometimes it started from the prey;maybe they had committed invisible crime at your back; while no one know about that. And when it is exposed to the public, heh, you're done man..

Sometimes a student who got bullied is the bullier actually; but it was once upon time. Not to mention it physically bully or not, a bully is still a bully; whether people can see it or not (or we can say it as a prank. Stupid prank perhaps). Then, when it comes to his time; started to mention want to bring this case to court bla bla bla.. Did you forget what you have done a*****e? Hish..

p/s: I'm afraid of psycho.. (-_-"')

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Stranger In The Dark
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pOsted by : suhana_nur
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A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior, was my example. Fatimah, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother’ and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mom taught me to love the word of Allah, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bilal, and me to our first major league baseball game.

He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, and read her Qur’an and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house - not for some of us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm.

To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man-woman relationship. As I look back, I believe it was the grace of Allah that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents. Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Wangee Road.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures… His name you ask? We called him TV.

Our Lord! Forgive us our sins and expiate from us our evil deeds, and make us die in the state of righteousness.

"O Allah, let our last days be the best days of our life and our last deeds be the best deeds, and let the best day be the day we meet You." (Surah Al- Imran Ayat 193)


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[Written by a Muslim brother, for a nationwide essay competition in Canada. Needless to say, he took the first prize]