Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Place to Go
Salam, em…seriously except from my ma, I ges I dunt really have much other place to go, only here, the only place I can scream my heart out, do whatever I want without having the fear of getting hurt. But stil, it sucks to be alone, I think, that deep in my heart, I felt it is better to get hurt rather than confining myself in this lonely little place, waning and sombre. They said ‘experience is the best teacher’ and I guess getting hurt is just another form of experience, a tough teacher indeed la kan? Heh, yeah, I’m back like I always had, stronger, InsyaAllah *smile*
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Karnival Pendidikan MARA 2009
Karnival Pendidikan MARA 2009
Aku mgkn dah berumur 22 thun skang, tapi, for some reason aku slalu nak pergi karnival ni. Kenapa? Here goes...
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Masa aku habis spm dulu, hidup aku sangat tak menentu, hidup tak tentu arah, boleh la dikira the dark age of my life. Dgn kputusan SPM yg saaaaangaaaat teruk, aku mundar mandir. Aku dah stat risau dah, matrik, diploma, ntah mana hala tuju aku lepas ni, comes to the worst aku ingt nak amik je diploma, tapi ntah camner aku dapat tau pasal carnival ni, so aku pun pergi la. Karnival tu hari Sabtu, dan kputusan matrik kuar hari khamis kot, aku cek kat internet dan tidak mengejutkan la aku tk dapat tmpat kat sana. Aku sangat2 risau, apa aku nk bgtau mak aku ni, mana aku nk smbung blaja? Kerja is definitely not an option, so aku pergi carnival ni, dgn Shauki pun ada time tu. Aku pergi booth UniKL, dan dapat tahu pasal program asasi atau foundation yg diorg buat, dan aku tnya pasal fees, hostel apa semua la, dan aku register utk program tu
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Masa tu aku usha semua program utk lepasan spm, paling murah aku jumpa RM8k sumthing utk kos foundation. Aku mmg nk buat matrik atau foundation je, sbb diploma mcm lama je, tp tu la, result pun mcm apa nk minta yg power2, masa ni la semua bnda datang, penyesalan, semua “kalau lah” datang, tp tu bkn apa berbanding apa yg mak aku lalui. Apa yg dia nk beritahu kpada org lain, sedara mara, kawan-kawan sepejabat dia? Anak2 orang lain SPM 8-9A, aku 2 je, semua pergi kolej dn masuk program power2. Aku? mmg ntah ke mana. Aku tak tau la UniKL tu bawah MARA, aku ingat kolej private,dan aku tgk dia nyer bayaran pun sama je mcm kolej2 lain, segulung degree dgn harga RM50-60 ribu gak la, tp nasib baik semua student dia bleh minta bantuan MARA. Dan sbb masa tu tak ramai orang tahu pasal ni, aku fikir ni boleh jadi satu platform yg baik utk aku lanjutkan pelajaran. Sbb tu carnival ni begitu penting bg aku, sbb aku dpat cari ikitbar, dan pengajaran dari perkara yang pernah aku lalui dulu, dan aku harap la aku tk prlu lalui semua tu lagi.
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Aku masih ingat, the moment surat tawaran foundation tu sampai, aku gembira tak terhingga, bersyukur bukan kepalang, dan bila mak aku balik petang tu, aku panjangkan surat ni kepadanya. Skurangnya dia tak perlu lagi risau hala tuju anak bongsunya ni, dan aku tahu dia mmg sangat gembira bila dapat surat ni. Aku yakin, semua ni berkat doa mak aku gak. Aku rasa aku jumpa pluang ni sbb mak aku doa siang dan malam utk kejayaan aku, anak bongsu yang slalu je menyusahkan dia. Jadi pada hari ini, aku memijakkan kaki lagi ke tempat ini, tempat yg sekiranya aku tak pergi, mgkn aku akan melalui jalan yg lain dalam hidup ini, sbagai salah satu peringatan betapa susah, lemah, hina dan inferior nya aku pada zaman keremajaan itu. Aku berdoa semoga aku akan sentiasa dipenuhi hidayah, dan semoga Tuhan sentiasa membukakan jalanNya kepada hambaNya yang hina dan kerdil ini.
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Orang slalu kata 'Experience is your best teacher' and I couldnt agree more. Aku harap kejayaan akan sentiasa di sisi dan rakan2 yang lain, like we always had :)
Aku mgkn dah berumur 22 thun skang, tapi, for some reason aku slalu nak pergi karnival ni. Kenapa? Here goes...
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Masa aku habis spm dulu, hidup aku sangat tak menentu, hidup tak tentu arah, boleh la dikira the dark age of my life. Dgn kputusan SPM yg saaaaangaaaat teruk, aku mundar mandir. Aku dah stat risau dah, matrik, diploma, ntah mana hala tuju aku lepas ni, comes to the worst aku ingt nak amik je diploma, tapi ntah camner aku dapat tau pasal carnival ni, so aku pun pergi la. Karnival tu hari Sabtu, dan kputusan matrik kuar hari khamis kot, aku cek kat internet dan tidak mengejutkan la aku tk dapat tmpat kat sana. Aku sangat2 risau, apa aku nk bgtau mak aku ni, mana aku nk smbung blaja? Kerja is definitely not an option, so aku pergi carnival ni, dgn Shauki pun ada time tu. Aku pergi booth UniKL, dan dapat tahu pasal program asasi atau foundation yg diorg buat, dan aku tnya pasal fees, hostel apa semua la, dan aku register utk program tu
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Masa tu aku usha semua program utk lepasan spm, paling murah aku jumpa RM8k sumthing utk kos foundation. Aku mmg nk buat matrik atau foundation je, sbb diploma mcm lama je, tp tu la, result pun mcm apa nk minta yg power2, masa ni la semua bnda datang, penyesalan, semua “kalau lah” datang, tp tu bkn apa berbanding apa yg mak aku lalui. Apa yg dia nk beritahu kpada org lain, sedara mara, kawan-kawan sepejabat dia? Anak2 orang lain SPM 8-9A, aku 2 je, semua pergi kolej dn masuk program power2. Aku? mmg ntah ke mana. Aku tak tau la UniKL tu bawah MARA, aku ingat kolej private,dan aku tgk dia nyer bayaran pun sama je mcm kolej2 lain, segulung degree dgn harga RM50-60 ribu gak la, tp nasib baik semua student dia bleh minta bantuan MARA. Dan sbb masa tu tak ramai orang tahu pasal ni, aku fikir ni boleh jadi satu platform yg baik utk aku lanjutkan pelajaran. Sbb tu carnival ni begitu penting bg aku, sbb aku dpat cari ikitbar, dan pengajaran dari perkara yang pernah aku lalui dulu, dan aku harap la aku tk prlu lalui semua tu lagi.
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Aku masih ingat, the moment surat tawaran foundation tu sampai, aku gembira tak terhingga, bersyukur bukan kepalang, dan bila mak aku balik petang tu, aku panjangkan surat ni kepadanya. Skurangnya dia tak perlu lagi risau hala tuju anak bongsunya ni, dan aku tahu dia mmg sangat gembira bila dapat surat ni. Aku yakin, semua ni berkat doa mak aku gak. Aku rasa aku jumpa pluang ni sbb mak aku doa siang dan malam utk kejayaan aku, anak bongsu yang slalu je menyusahkan dia. Jadi pada hari ini, aku memijakkan kaki lagi ke tempat ini, tempat yg sekiranya aku tak pergi, mgkn aku akan melalui jalan yg lain dalam hidup ini, sbagai salah satu peringatan betapa susah, lemah, hina dan inferior nya aku pada zaman keremajaan itu. Aku berdoa semoga aku akan sentiasa dipenuhi hidayah, dan semoga Tuhan sentiasa membukakan jalanNya kepada hambaNya yang hina dan kerdil ini.
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Orang slalu kata 'Experience is your best teacher' and I couldnt agree more. Aku harap kejayaan akan sentiasa di sisi dan rakan2 yang lain, like we always had :)
Hati itu Apa?
Hati itu Apa?
Hati itu bukan bumi,
Kerana Hati tidak ada indah yang bisa membuat kita selesa,
Dan tenang seperti keindahan alam ciptaanNya,
Hati itu gelap,
Dan sepahit racun,
Bukankah kata orang; ikut rasa Hati, kita mati?
Hati tidak ada satu, atau dua,
Boleh jadi tiga atau tiga perlima,
Kerana Hati mampu mengasihi,
tanpa batasan kapasiti dan kuantiti,
Hati tidak mungkin kosong,
Biar betapa keras kau disokong,
Kerana sepi akan datang berkunjung.
Oh Hati yang taat,
Sejauh manakah ketaatanmu itu?
Kerana hanya menghadap kiblat,
Bukanlah ketaatan yang jitu.
Andai jatuh Hati,
Pasti rasa tidak keruan,
Ketenangan yang dicari jauh skali,
Dada ditikam penuh debaran.
Wahai Hati,
Adakah engkau lurus?
Atau hanyalah kebodohan yang tulus?
Hati yang sunyi,
Ketandusan bunyi,
Mungkinkah itu ketenangan yang dicari?
Atau kekosogan yang hakiki.
Jadi, apakah Hati?
Haha, jiwang gila kot, well at least dats a sign dat i'm also once an adolescent too, with burning passion and huge rush of adrenaline flowing all over me. Well, hopefully some part of dat will stay the way it was like I always had :)
Hati itu bukan bumi,
Kerana Hati tidak ada indah yang bisa membuat kita selesa,
Dan tenang seperti keindahan alam ciptaanNya,
Hati itu gelap,
Dan sepahit racun,
Bukankah kata orang; ikut rasa Hati, kita mati?
Hati tidak ada satu, atau dua,
Boleh jadi tiga atau tiga perlima,
Kerana Hati mampu mengasihi,
tanpa batasan kapasiti dan kuantiti,
Hati tidak mungkin kosong,
Biar betapa keras kau disokong,
Kerana sepi akan datang berkunjung.
Oh Hati yang taat,
Sejauh manakah ketaatanmu itu?
Kerana hanya menghadap kiblat,
Bukanlah ketaatan yang jitu.
Andai jatuh Hati,
Pasti rasa tidak keruan,
Ketenangan yang dicari jauh skali,
Dada ditikam penuh debaran.
Wahai Hati,
Adakah engkau lurus?
Atau hanyalah kebodohan yang tulus?
Hati yang sunyi,
Ketandusan bunyi,
Mungkinkah itu ketenangan yang dicari?
Atau kekosogan yang hakiki.
Jadi, apakah Hati?
Haha, jiwang gila kot, well at least dats a sign dat i'm also once an adolescent too, with burning passion and huge rush of adrenaline flowing all over me. Well, hopefully some part of dat will stay the way it was like I always had :)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Is it a Good Indicator?
So this guy, Hanafiah hav been tagged by few people for this 26 things thingy.the question is..are these simple questions gud enuf to indicate who he really is? *smile*
1. He likes lame jokes...
2. There're times he took trivial matters...seeeriously
3. He’s self-conscious around pretty woman
4. He don’t have lotsa frens
5. Daydreaming is one of his bad habits
6. He prefers to keep things to himself
7. If you see him outside, he'd probably wanderin' alone.
8. Because he prefers being lone ranger, walking on his own leisure pace, but he still and always enjoys the companion of his friends.
9. He always slept in classes…
10. Thus it takes toll during exams
11. Tho, dat was the last thing he wanted to do and he never wantd to do dat.
12. He came from a single-parent family
13. Thus, he had always believed that the mental and psychology development of child from such family could never be normal like other people
14. He always run, or at least jog…as if running away from the past
15. He’s scared of commitments and responsibilities
16. But he will try to do his best and glad you believe in him with such tasks.
17. The youngest, and mak called him ‘adik’
18. So, being ‘adik’ and such, he cud be very spoilt sumtimes.
19. He’s always late for classes
20. He’s always late in everything, from music, film to comprehending jokes.
21. He loves morning and evening, because of the sunrise and the sunsets.
22. He loves the sea, the moon, starry nights, the clouds and the sun, but don’t really know their actual facts.
23. He loves to write….halfway, haha
24. He hoped Arsenal wud finish in top 4 dis season so dey can secure a place in Champion’s League
25. The reason he prefers to write this from a third perspective is bcos he’s just comfortable doing so.
26. Last, but not least is dat the reason he tagged you on dis stuff is not because he wanted to burden, or cram ur blog page, but he wanted to try to know you, all the facts dat he probably didn’t knoe b4, and if somehow you manage to read it until here and a little smile is carved on your lovely face, he’d feel very honored, well, whatever it is, may success find its way to you, like you always had :-)
1. He likes lame jokes...
2. There're times he took trivial matters...seeeriously
3. He’s self-conscious around pretty woman
4. He don’t have lotsa frens
5. Daydreaming is one of his bad habits
6. He prefers to keep things to himself
7. If you see him outside, he'd probably wanderin' alone.
8. Because he prefers being lone ranger, walking on his own leisure pace, but he still and always enjoys the companion of his friends.
9. He always slept in classes…
10. Thus it takes toll during exams
11. Tho, dat was the last thing he wanted to do and he never wantd to do dat.
12. He came from a single-parent family
13. Thus, he had always believed that the mental and psychology development of child from such family could never be normal like other people
14. He always run, or at least jog…as if running away from the past
15. He’s scared of commitments and responsibilities
16. But he will try to do his best and glad you believe in him with such tasks.
17. The youngest, and mak called him ‘adik’
18. So, being ‘adik’ and such, he cud be very spoilt sumtimes.
19. He’s always late for classes
20. He’s always late in everything, from music, film to comprehending jokes.
21. He loves morning and evening, because of the sunrise and the sunsets.
22. He loves the sea, the moon, starry nights, the clouds and the sun, but don’t really know their actual facts.
23. He loves to write….halfway, haha
24. He hoped Arsenal wud finish in top 4 dis season so dey can secure a place in Champion’s League
25. The reason he prefers to write this from a third perspective is bcos he’s just comfortable doing so.
26. Last, but not least is dat the reason he tagged you on dis stuff is not because he wanted to burden, or cram ur blog page, but he wanted to try to know you, all the facts dat he probably didn’t knoe b4, and if somehow you manage to read it until here and a little smile is carved on your lovely face, he’d feel very honored, well, whatever it is, may success find its way to you, like you always had :-)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Impact of Islamic Ethics in My Life
Islam is not only a religion, but also a way of life. The teachings of Islam are not only confined to prayers and pilgrimage, but also to all of the aspects of life. Islam means ‘to give up’ and ‘obey’, respectively referring to the God, Allah. All of the things that we had done, the prayer, the instructions, were done voluntarily, straight from our sincere heart, without force from anybody or without any hidden motives.
There are few concepts in Islam that can make a huge impact in one’s life. The human concept, which emphasis on three questions, that is ‘from where we come?’, ‘why we come here?’ and ‘where we’ll we go next?’ The answer to these main questions will be the key factor in determining one’s destiny. In my life, there’re times I often wonder and most of the questions in my mind revolved around these three main questions. As I search for the answer, I realized that instead of focusing on one main important goal, I’ve been distracted in lots of trivial things that I’m unaware of.
It’s an irony when we think that something as old as the religion would still be considered practical practicing in these modern days. Islam is something that’s fixed on its purposes, but flexible on the methods of achieving it. Thus, it’s practical throughout the history.
One of few ethics in Islam is Al-Ummah, which it regulates around the people. Usually, certain religion only limited only to their races, or people who live in the nearby area. But, for Islam, it goes beyond the color of skin, races, and geographical locations. Thus, the Muslim nowadays not only limited to Malaysian, but the Asian, and people across the globe as well. This made me realize every time I looked a the foreign students studying in this campus, that they’re just standing on the equal ground with me, thus demolishing the prejudice instincts I’ve had.
To all my fellow friends, regardless of what your race is, I wish you success in life, like you always had :-)
note: this was intentionally created to help Teng siapkn esaimen agama dia, tho sparuh jalan je, haha.
There are few concepts in Islam that can make a huge impact in one’s life. The human concept, which emphasis on three questions, that is ‘from where we come?’, ‘why we come here?’ and ‘where we’ll we go next?’ The answer to these main questions will be the key factor in determining one’s destiny. In my life, there’re times I often wonder and most of the questions in my mind revolved around these three main questions. As I search for the answer, I realized that instead of focusing on one main important goal, I’ve been distracted in lots of trivial things that I’m unaware of.
It’s an irony when we think that something as old as the religion would still be considered practical practicing in these modern days. Islam is something that’s fixed on its purposes, but flexible on the methods of achieving it. Thus, it’s practical throughout the history.
One of few ethics in Islam is Al-Ummah, which it regulates around the people. Usually, certain religion only limited only to their races, or people who live in the nearby area. But, for Islam, it goes beyond the color of skin, races, and geographical locations. Thus, the Muslim nowadays not only limited to Malaysian, but the Asian, and people across the globe as well. This made me realize every time I looked a the foreign students studying in this campus, that they’re just standing on the equal ground with me, thus demolishing the prejudice instincts I’ve had.
To all my fellow friends, regardless of what your race is, I wish you success in life, like you always had :-)
note: this was intentionally created to help Teng siapkn esaimen agama dia, tho sparuh jalan je, haha.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Amateur's Tourist Guide to Pudu from LRT Pasar Seni Station
Haha, sori la kalau ko tk faham, dan Pis, hope you find it, like you always had :-)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Keretapi Tanah Melayu
Mungkin idea ni ngarut sket, tapi tak kisah la. Aku dapat idea ni time balik ari Jumaat, terhuyung-hayang dalam komuter, selepas menumpang kereta Syed Nabil Syed Jalal, dalam pkul 4.30 ptg (lambat sket sebab kakak dia ada urusan tapi terima kasih bebanyak la), naik dari stesen Serdang, jadi dalam keretapi komuter aku catatkan idea ni kat henfon.At least tak terasa lama sangat la dalam gerabak tu. Malam tu aku edit sebelum kluar minum ngan Sufian Scofield.
Kereta api tanah Melayu,
Dari Seremban ke KL Sentral,
Ku naiki untuk menutut ilmu,
Letih pada badan lesu pada mental,
Orang ramai berpusu-pusu,
Aku turut terburu-buru,
Aku terpaksa berdiri,
Berasak-asak sudahlah pasti,
Ingin duduk tapi kasihan,
Pada mereka yang tidak berkeupayaan,
Kerana mereka lebih memerlukan,
Warga emas dan ibu mengandung,
Di dalm tren berlaga-laga,
Jika terjatuh atau tersandung,
Kita tiada sakit tapi mereka juga yang merana,
Jika perkara ini dapat dibendung,
Mungkin hidup mereka akan lebih gembira,
Kerana mereka akan terlindung,
Daripada rasa dikhianati penduduk senegara.
Dari tingkap aku memandang ke langit,
Penuh harapan dan begitu cerah,
Seolah-olah pulang dari perang yang sengit,
Tapi malangnya hatiku cedera parah.
Atas rel yang berkarat,
Keretapi ini meluncur laju,
Dan dengan muatan yang sarat,
Tetap melakukan tugas mengikut waktu.
Fikiran dan khayalanku bertambah kelam,
Hati yang parah parutnya berkekalan,
Walaupun berhadapan panorama dan keindahan alam,
Pedihnya tidak dapat keretapi ini tinggalkan
Oh keretapi tanah Melayu,
Bawalah aku pergi,
Jauh dari sini,
Pecut laju-laju lagi,
Tinggalkan luka-luka ini,
Yang tidak dapat dilihat tapi cuma dirasai,
Tinggalkan kenangan-kenangan ini,
Sepertimana kau meninggalkan pemandangan yang indah,
Mungkin terlalu banyak dan kini kau tidak kisah,
Walaupun pahit untuk menuju ke depan,
Tetapi kenangan yang baru pasti akan tercipta,
Dan akan berlaku lagi perpisahan,
Seperti orang yng bercinta.
Tapi janganlah dikhuatiri,
Bumi ini luas tidak terperi,
Rel untuk kau lalui pasti tiada jalan mati,
Selagi masih menyinar mentari di ufuk bumi,
Harapan hidup tidak akan mati,
Besar kemungkinan akan hidup kembali,
Semuanya terletak pada jati,
Dan keinginan diri.
Oh kekasih hati,
Aku berdoa kita akan bertemu lagi,
Sama seperti keretapi ini,
Mencari sebuah penamat suatu destinasi,
Dan pemandangan terindah yang diingini.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Why he Came so Late ah?
This is a story that I’m sure that most of the readers will find it lame, so please DON’T read it. I’m writing it for the sake of my own satisfaction, my own amusement, which often told by most of my friends that my sense of humour sucks, a lot. It’s a fantasy, and I’ve always fantasized about it but as much as I want it to happen, it won’t. Reality just doesn’t work that way. But still, if u read it and a little, tiny bit of smile is carved on your lovely face or if all else fail, just finds it enjoyable, it is complement enough. *smile*
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Nafi was late to school, as always. It’s about 8.00 a.m. when he unlocked the key to his bicycle. He pushed it slowly to the front gate, and cycled slowly up the hill. Nafi put up an enormous effort, to ride up, and to make through the day. But like the downhill he soon to come across, Nafi hoped his life will change, just like the terrain he’ll cycled through.
When he came to the school entrance, the gate was shut and it was too late that the prefects are no longer there. Oh, how he wished he could come a little bit early, 5-10 minutes early, 15 the most, just to see that face, the face that had put miseries and fortune tied up as if in packet and stored in someplace called the ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’, the face that will set the mood of Nafi’s emotion box to be ‘energetic’ or ‘dull’ throughout that day, and the face that if it’s related to today’s modern technology term as an ‘Operand’, the codes or instructions for a certain hardware to function properly, or simply said, the face that made him feel at his place, the cloud nine.
He cursed as looked at his wristwatch when he pushed his bicycle into the school’s compound. Suddenly, he came across his greatest fear, um, yeah, the headmaster, Mr. Ali ‘Shocker’ Solomon, simply said Mr. ASS. Since it’s inappropriate to state it this way, this enemy of post-modern-education learners is called Shocker from now onwards. Nafi who belong to this social group of learners had always fought for the right to pursue knowledge in more flexible time, but the Shocker who had always been a consequent objector to all his reforming ideas never agreed. Shocker had this dark, nice pointed nose, which is incredibly sensitive to sense student’s foul actions and his mind which is covered with neatly combed sideways hair is full of hideous agendas and conspiracies to bring down hidden smoking-cum-to-playing-truant places and generate creative ideas to give the kind of punishment to the students who especially seem to be not only demerit tolerant, but a pain in the ass and a jerk too. Yeah, besides that, he wears futsal shoes to classes.
Shocker suddenly came across Nafi’s bicycle tire prints. He followed it and saw Nafi was pushing his bike, in a relax manner. Looks like Nafi’s silky skill of parking the bike behind the surau was easily detected. Shocker shouted at Nafi, but he was deaf from listening to the recently purchased mp3 player.
“Woi, budak!!” Shocker shouted. “Woi, budak!!!” he repeated.
“I wanna know, I wanna know, do you have the balls to ask?!!” Nafi said in a rhythmic manner. “What if they did that to your mother?!” The song he sang was composed by a local indie group who finally made into the mainstream the following year.
Annoyed with the reply, which of course he had it, after all he is the headmaster, Shocker sprint as fast and as silent as he could, thanks to his newly purchased Nike-5 futsal shoes, not to mention it was skid proof too, he managed to get close to him without him noticing. Shocker’s sweaty hands was clenched, and his cheek was red, exhausted from the running one would’ve guess. Nafi who didn’t realize the danger was unaware due to his listening. The headmaster, dab his hands on Nafi’s shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere, young man!”
“Weih, apa pegang-pegang ni? Geli la, hahaha” For the record, Nafi had this sensitive feeling when someone hold his shoulders especially near the neck.
“Apa geli-geli? Datang sekolah lambat nak buat kepala plak!” The headmaster continued holding Nafi, but now even firmer. Nafi, who misinterpret that headmaster’s gesture of teaching him to be a better person in society as some prank made by his friends decided to make a counter move. Recently, Nafi had been a fan of fighting manga (a type of Japanese comic) and kung fu movies. He tried to remember one of the definitely-kill-but-easy-to-perform karate moves. So, in that instantaneous time, he grabbed Shocker’s hand and pulled it forward, thus throwing Shocker across his shoulder.
“Haha, padan muka, kacau aku lagi, orang dah la tengah lambat ni” he shouted back. He didn’t realize that person is the headmaster until he felt Shocker’s hand.
“Jap, napa tangan ko ni berurat semacam, tak pakai uniform skolah lak tu, ingat bapak ko nyer skolah ke?”
“Bukan bapak ko gak sampai ko boleh nk datang sesuka hati ko je!”
“Weih, ko ni Sh…sho….sho…Shocker?” Nafi was trembling.
“Yeah, and you’ll…” Shocker didn’t finish his reply when Nafi had taken the initiative to make his crucial move, the sacred ancient move that was once taught and passed down by shaolin monks in Barcelona to the chosen ones, the One Thousand Steps move. And in seconds, Nafi was nowhere in the Shocker’s visible surrounding vicinity.
“…and you’ll pay for this, darn it!” Shocker cursed. Nafi who arrived at his class slowly knocked the door and gave salam, a polite gesture he thought. He also thought it’s important not to make the teacher upset so he could have their blessings in study and at the same time respecting the living-burning candle. As soon he sits on the wooden chair, putting away his bag, he felt exhausted and slept throughout the class. Hmph, talk about respect and blessing!
Ever since that day, hatred and anger had built up, and now Shocker had an unbearable grudge against Nafi. From that day onwards that Shocker stays by the school gate every morning, waiting for Nafi to come. But he never showed up unless it’s 8.30 a.m. Nafi on the other hand decided to go to school even later than he used to and park his bicycle on the field and get into the school compound from the back gate.
This keeps on happening until one day, from some undeniably trustworthy source, Shocker had found his enemy’s vital weakness, his love interest. No one really knew that Nafi had a crush on this girl, but no one knew either that the prefect, the girl was Shocker’s daughter. Yeah, a slap in the face one would’ve say. So, Shocker used his final secret trump card to win against Nafi, how sneaky of him!
First, he assigned his daughter, Sarah to be in charge of the front gate in the morning, only on Mondays. He wanted to give not only Nafi, but other reformative-post-modern learners to come to school punctually. Killing two birds with one stone, he thought. Then, he called a few students with high demerit points and threatened them to do his dirty job, to spread rumors that someone is having a grudge against Sarah and he will do something to her this Monday, at the school front gate. Deep inside him, Shocker had a feeling the day of redemption, the day his for his revenge is finally arriving around the corner.
The following day, after finished his Subuh prayer, Shocker quickly get ready and arrive at the school earlier. He hides in a bush nearby the front gate staring continuously at Sarah who’s about to come few minutes later. After almost half an hour, he looked at his watch. It’s almost 7.30, but Nafi was nowhere to be sighted. So, he moved in his pawns, the students to approach his daughter. They started disturbing Sarah, poking her with tree branches, and made loud noise.
Suddenly, Nafi came into the picture. “Yeah” Shocker whispered joyously. “The prey had made its way into the trap!”
Nafi, with trembling hands, his body shivering, tried to raise his stuttering voice. “Ddd…dddonn..don’t do it!” He said.
“ What? You’ve got problem with us?”
“Nn..no. No problem, just don’t do that, she doe…doesn’t…like it”
“Who cares? She’s just too cute, why don’t you join us too?”
“Serious? No, no, that’s not right. Please, lea…leave her alone.” Nafi still stuttering.
“Arggghh!! Banyak songeh la ko ni, orang dah ajak bukan nak join!” one of the students replied and punched him in the stomach when he received the signal from Shocker. “Hei, stop it, jangan la pukul orang lain!” Sarah interrupted but it didn’t stop Nafi from hitting the ground. Nafi had always felt that her voice, even with a high pitch tone and pain in his stomach, was mellifluous and miraculously soothing.
Nafi gather himself together and try to rise again, but he was kicked like Fabregas taking the free kick, his body flew just like the ball flew into the corner of the goal post, and punched, repetitively. His about to reach his limit and tried to run, but when he’s about to use his One Thousand Steps move, he couldn’t let himself to see Sarah fall into this prankster’s dirty hands. In that instantaneous time, he flashed back to all the moments in life he had run away. ,
The moment when his grandpa really needs him when he fall in the bathroom, and he run away playing in the garden. The moment when his friend was in danger and chased by the dog, he ran away. The moment when his mom’s purse was snatched and he ran away when he should’ve chased the thief instead. And now, it’s the time for the girl he had a crush on. Will she let this go, chickened out and run away again, or at least do something about it? “C’mon Nafi, this is your time, rise and shine baby!” he whispered to himself. He did rise for few seconds but was kicked until the sunrise shine brightly enough. He fell to the ground again just like Almunia, the goalkeeper who collided with one of the Red Devil’s player but manage to secure the ball in his chest during one of the English Premier League weekly match. But unlike him, Nafi didn’t secure or save anything, only his pride was shattered. Shocker who was silently observing gave his signal to stop the beating. His heart is contented enough, but suddenly the guilt was overwhelming him. As a teacher, as a headmaster, his act is childish, and had violated his principles as the, well, a principal.
Nafi rose up again. His stomach was hurt badly. Sarah had run to ask for help and at that time Shocker crawls out from the bush and walks towards Nafi.
“Why, why didn’t you run?”
“I don’t…know”
“Who do you think you are? Superman?”
“Suparman…”
“Serious la, aku henjut kang….”
“O…okay, no…nobody.”
“Then, why? Why did you get yourself injured? Especially for someone who barely know you?”
“I…don’t know.”
“You’re lying aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. Maybe…maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe it’s because I had a crush on her…” he replied blushingly.
“Haha, just because of that?”
“Maybe, maybe I REALLY wanted to meet her…”
“Any other reasons?”
“Em…I don’t think you need a reason to help someone especially the one you had a crush on. If you’re in my shoes, I’m sure you’ll do everything in your power to help her, and getting my ass kicked, was…worthy enough as long as she doesn’t hurt”
“Yeah, I guess so, kiddo”
****
Salam, yeah, it’s me again. So, how was the story? Haha, whatever it is, thanks for finally reading it until this part. You see, as far as I can remember, every time I do my prayer, I’ll always pray for mak, atuk, my dad, my brother, and my frens, like Sufian, Adam, and Fatin. I also pray that one day, I’ll marry someone great. The reason I did this is because firstly, when I wrote this, it was around Ezaar’s death. May he rest in peace, amin. Suddenly, I feel it’s important for people to know what I had felt, especially when you’re no longer around. Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan nama or so they said. I wish you guys will live your life to the fullest and will move forward in life with no regrets. Second, my school life was never this awesome, or nothing like this ever occurred. It had always been a dull, boring life. My senior year? Sucks! If I could turn back time, I’d go straight back to the girl and said how much I liked and admired her, I’d mentioned things like her mellifluous voice, white radiant face, how she had turn my life to be better, with purposes, and how much seeing her face motivated me to study, to run, to give my best shot until today, and how I’ve always mention her name in my prayers (haha, the list will go on and on) though I know her reply will most likely “Ew! You sweat macam banyak gila kot. Get a towel la, damnit!” er…okay, its kinda exaggerating, but u’ve gotta prepare for the worst kan? Third, as you see in the end, Nafi, the protagonist was beaten, tho I don’t really fantasize about this part, I made it this way in order to tell you that no one’s perfect, but doesn’t mean our imperfections could deter us from our beliefs, and to achieve it, we have to fight, like hell to deserve it. To my beloved friends, to ‘the one’, I wish you success in life and may you find your DOS (Definition of Success) LIKE YOU ALWAYS HAD.
Date: 8 December 2008
Time: 2.30 a.m.
****
Nafi was late to school, as always. It’s about 8.00 a.m. when he unlocked the key to his bicycle. He pushed it slowly to the front gate, and cycled slowly up the hill. Nafi put up an enormous effort, to ride up, and to make through the day. But like the downhill he soon to come across, Nafi hoped his life will change, just like the terrain he’ll cycled through.
When he came to the school entrance, the gate was shut and it was too late that the prefects are no longer there. Oh, how he wished he could come a little bit early, 5-10 minutes early, 15 the most, just to see that face, the face that had put miseries and fortune tied up as if in packet and stored in someplace called the ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’, the face that will set the mood of Nafi’s emotion box to be ‘energetic’ or ‘dull’ throughout that day, and the face that if it’s related to today’s modern technology term as an ‘Operand’, the codes or instructions for a certain hardware to function properly, or simply said, the face that made him feel at his place, the cloud nine.
He cursed as looked at his wristwatch when he pushed his bicycle into the school’s compound. Suddenly, he came across his greatest fear, um, yeah, the headmaster, Mr. Ali ‘Shocker’ Solomon, simply said Mr. ASS. Since it’s inappropriate to state it this way, this enemy of post-modern-education learners is called Shocker from now onwards. Nafi who belong to this social group of learners had always fought for the right to pursue knowledge in more flexible time, but the Shocker who had always been a consequent objector to all his reforming ideas never agreed. Shocker had this dark, nice pointed nose, which is incredibly sensitive to sense student’s foul actions and his mind which is covered with neatly combed sideways hair is full of hideous agendas and conspiracies to bring down hidden smoking-cum-to-playing-truant places and generate creative ideas to give the kind of punishment to the students who especially seem to be not only demerit tolerant, but a pain in the ass and a jerk too. Yeah, besides that, he wears futsal shoes to classes.
Shocker suddenly came across Nafi’s bicycle tire prints. He followed it and saw Nafi was pushing his bike, in a relax manner. Looks like Nafi’s silky skill of parking the bike behind the surau was easily detected. Shocker shouted at Nafi, but he was deaf from listening to the recently purchased mp3 player.
“Woi, budak!!” Shocker shouted. “Woi, budak!!!” he repeated.
“I wanna know, I wanna know, do you have the balls to ask?!!” Nafi said in a rhythmic manner. “What if they did that to your mother?!” The song he sang was composed by a local indie group who finally made into the mainstream the following year.
Annoyed with the reply, which of course he had it, after all he is the headmaster, Shocker sprint as fast and as silent as he could, thanks to his newly purchased Nike-5 futsal shoes, not to mention it was skid proof too, he managed to get close to him without him noticing. Shocker’s sweaty hands was clenched, and his cheek was red, exhausted from the running one would’ve guess. Nafi who didn’t realize the danger was unaware due to his listening. The headmaster, dab his hands on Nafi’s shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere, young man!”
“Weih, apa pegang-pegang ni? Geli la, hahaha” For the record, Nafi had this sensitive feeling when someone hold his shoulders especially near the neck.
“Apa geli-geli? Datang sekolah lambat nak buat kepala plak!” The headmaster continued holding Nafi, but now even firmer. Nafi, who misinterpret that headmaster’s gesture of teaching him to be a better person in society as some prank made by his friends decided to make a counter move. Recently, Nafi had been a fan of fighting manga (a type of Japanese comic) and kung fu movies. He tried to remember one of the definitely-kill-but-easy-to-perform karate moves. So, in that instantaneous time, he grabbed Shocker’s hand and pulled it forward, thus throwing Shocker across his shoulder.
“Haha, padan muka, kacau aku lagi, orang dah la tengah lambat ni” he shouted back. He didn’t realize that person is the headmaster until he felt Shocker’s hand.
“Jap, napa tangan ko ni berurat semacam, tak pakai uniform skolah lak tu, ingat bapak ko nyer skolah ke?”
“Bukan bapak ko gak sampai ko boleh nk datang sesuka hati ko je!”
“Weih, ko ni Sh…sho….sho…Shocker?” Nafi was trembling.
“Yeah, and you’ll…” Shocker didn’t finish his reply when Nafi had taken the initiative to make his crucial move, the sacred ancient move that was once taught and passed down by shaolin monks in Barcelona to the chosen ones, the One Thousand Steps move. And in seconds, Nafi was nowhere in the Shocker’s visible surrounding vicinity.
“…and you’ll pay for this, darn it!” Shocker cursed. Nafi who arrived at his class slowly knocked the door and gave salam, a polite gesture he thought. He also thought it’s important not to make the teacher upset so he could have their blessings in study and at the same time respecting the living-burning candle. As soon he sits on the wooden chair, putting away his bag, he felt exhausted and slept throughout the class. Hmph, talk about respect and blessing!
Ever since that day, hatred and anger had built up, and now Shocker had an unbearable grudge against Nafi. From that day onwards that Shocker stays by the school gate every morning, waiting for Nafi to come. But he never showed up unless it’s 8.30 a.m. Nafi on the other hand decided to go to school even later than he used to and park his bicycle on the field and get into the school compound from the back gate.
This keeps on happening until one day, from some undeniably trustworthy source, Shocker had found his enemy’s vital weakness, his love interest. No one really knew that Nafi had a crush on this girl, but no one knew either that the prefect, the girl was Shocker’s daughter. Yeah, a slap in the face one would’ve say. So, Shocker used his final secret trump card to win against Nafi, how sneaky of him!
First, he assigned his daughter, Sarah to be in charge of the front gate in the morning, only on Mondays. He wanted to give not only Nafi, but other reformative-post-modern learners to come to school punctually. Killing two birds with one stone, he thought. Then, he called a few students with high demerit points and threatened them to do his dirty job, to spread rumors that someone is having a grudge against Sarah and he will do something to her this Monday, at the school front gate. Deep inside him, Shocker had a feeling the day of redemption, the day his for his revenge is finally arriving around the corner.
The following day, after finished his Subuh prayer, Shocker quickly get ready and arrive at the school earlier. He hides in a bush nearby the front gate staring continuously at Sarah who’s about to come few minutes later. After almost half an hour, he looked at his watch. It’s almost 7.30, but Nafi was nowhere to be sighted. So, he moved in his pawns, the students to approach his daughter. They started disturbing Sarah, poking her with tree branches, and made loud noise.
Suddenly, Nafi came into the picture. “Yeah” Shocker whispered joyously. “The prey had made its way into the trap!”
Nafi, with trembling hands, his body shivering, tried to raise his stuttering voice. “Ddd…dddonn..don’t do it!” He said.
“ What? You’ve got problem with us?”
“Nn..no. No problem, just don’t do that, she doe…doesn’t…like it”
“Who cares? She’s just too cute, why don’t you join us too?”
“Serious? No, no, that’s not right. Please, lea…leave her alone.” Nafi still stuttering.
“Arggghh!! Banyak songeh la ko ni, orang dah ajak bukan nak join!” one of the students replied and punched him in the stomach when he received the signal from Shocker. “Hei, stop it, jangan la pukul orang lain!” Sarah interrupted but it didn’t stop Nafi from hitting the ground. Nafi had always felt that her voice, even with a high pitch tone and pain in his stomach, was mellifluous and miraculously soothing.
Nafi gather himself together and try to rise again, but he was kicked like Fabregas taking the free kick, his body flew just like the ball flew into the corner of the goal post, and punched, repetitively. His about to reach his limit and tried to run, but when he’s about to use his One Thousand Steps move, he couldn’t let himself to see Sarah fall into this prankster’s dirty hands. In that instantaneous time, he flashed back to all the moments in life he had run away. ,
The moment when his grandpa really needs him when he fall in the bathroom, and he run away playing in the garden. The moment when his friend was in danger and chased by the dog, he ran away. The moment when his mom’s purse was snatched and he ran away when he should’ve chased the thief instead. And now, it’s the time for the girl he had a crush on. Will she let this go, chickened out and run away again, or at least do something about it? “C’mon Nafi, this is your time, rise and shine baby!” he whispered to himself. He did rise for few seconds but was kicked until the sunrise shine brightly enough. He fell to the ground again just like Almunia, the goalkeeper who collided with one of the Red Devil’s player but manage to secure the ball in his chest during one of the English Premier League weekly match. But unlike him, Nafi didn’t secure or save anything, only his pride was shattered. Shocker who was silently observing gave his signal to stop the beating. His heart is contented enough, but suddenly the guilt was overwhelming him. As a teacher, as a headmaster, his act is childish, and had violated his principles as the, well, a principal.
Nafi rose up again. His stomach was hurt badly. Sarah had run to ask for help and at that time Shocker crawls out from the bush and walks towards Nafi.
“Why, why didn’t you run?”
“I don’t…know”
“Who do you think you are? Superman?”
“Suparman…”
“Serious la, aku henjut kang….”
“O…okay, no…nobody.”
“Then, why? Why did you get yourself injured? Especially for someone who barely know you?”
“I…don’t know.”
“You’re lying aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. Maybe…maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe it’s because I had a crush on her…” he replied blushingly.
“Haha, just because of that?”
“Maybe, maybe I REALLY wanted to meet her…”
“Any other reasons?”
“Em…I don’t think you need a reason to help someone especially the one you had a crush on. If you’re in my shoes, I’m sure you’ll do everything in your power to help her, and getting my ass kicked, was…worthy enough as long as she doesn’t hurt”
“Yeah, I guess so, kiddo”
****
Salam, yeah, it’s me again. So, how was the story? Haha, whatever it is, thanks for finally reading it until this part. You see, as far as I can remember, every time I do my prayer, I’ll always pray for mak, atuk, my dad, my brother, and my frens, like Sufian, Adam, and Fatin. I also pray that one day, I’ll marry someone great. The reason I did this is because firstly, when I wrote this, it was around Ezaar’s death. May he rest in peace, amin. Suddenly, I feel it’s important for people to know what I had felt, especially when you’re no longer around. Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan nama or so they said. I wish you guys will live your life to the fullest and will move forward in life with no regrets. Second, my school life was never this awesome, or nothing like this ever occurred. It had always been a dull, boring life. My senior year? Sucks! If I could turn back time, I’d go straight back to the girl and said how much I liked and admired her, I’d mentioned things like her mellifluous voice, white radiant face, how she had turn my life to be better, with purposes, and how much seeing her face motivated me to study, to run, to give my best shot until today, and how I’ve always mention her name in my prayers (haha, the list will go on and on) though I know her reply will most likely “Ew! You sweat macam banyak gila kot. Get a towel la, damnit!” er…okay, its kinda exaggerating, but u’ve gotta prepare for the worst kan? Third, as you see in the end, Nafi, the protagonist was beaten, tho I don’t really fantasize about this part, I made it this way in order to tell you that no one’s perfect, but doesn’t mean our imperfections could deter us from our beliefs, and to achieve it, we have to fight, like hell to deserve it. To my beloved friends, to ‘the one’, I wish you success in life and may you find your DOS (Definition of Success) LIKE YOU ALWAYS HAD.
Date: 8 December 2008
Time: 2.30 a.m.
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