tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33986837321115757232024-02-02T12:28:09.794+08:00JAW'S TALESThe only place where you can find Jaw that writes. Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-39666234569011399732018-12-18T00:08:00.000+08:002018-12-18T00:08:42.467+08:00Pain<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
It is sad sometimes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You try your best to ease someone's pain.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Yet your own? </div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Belittled to no end...</div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pain is not objective,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
When you cry,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It is not always sad,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There are such thing as tears of joy.</div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pain is like that, it is exhaustive,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In quietness, there is pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In loudness, there is pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In a smile, there is pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In an expresionless face, there is pain.</div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
We are all miserable one way or another,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Mine this, yours the other,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
All I want to do is get through the day,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Least you could do is let me grieve in my own way.</div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzznHFwE0rjC41-8Sjneqxk4YpNTZ-HKv-CnmmXcTWG-SkKLMEf8TbvwdVkP-LcbOi7mD3qVz4nZlZG08AagpEdhWC85O7N0Cp1ENfczGpN5ECoCTuIFwdCVoW0LujAPX5NLW8aT4vjQ/s1600/FB_IMG_1544943312081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzznHFwE0rjC41-8Sjneqxk4YpNTZ-HKv-CnmmXcTWG-SkKLMEf8TbvwdVkP-LcbOi7mD3qVz4nZlZG08AagpEdhWC85O7N0Cp1ENfczGpN5ECoCTuIFwdCVoW0LujAPX5NLW8aT4vjQ/s640/FB_IMG_1544943312081.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-81005136278325591882018-07-10T19:01:00.000+08:002018-07-10T19:01:51.514+08:00Syaitan (Part 1)<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhambAgDnOhzdUWBfaas_B8WCWhGlqRXfB6vKhI6-IAN2FA7XYf030w1XK6kgkmS4qpSi8owg6lQyz757Jn-kuy6RIFK8O3dvu2wmkXER1HwYj5bNAwnhrEP4L1KLIGKzG9jKcGzZDB84g/s1600/IMG_20180710_090401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1142" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhambAgDnOhzdUWBfaas_B8WCWhGlqRXfB6vKhI6-IAN2FA7XYf030w1XK6kgkmS4qpSi8owg6lQyz757Jn-kuy6RIFK8O3dvu2wmkXER1HwYj5bNAwnhrEP4L1KLIGKzG9jKcGzZDB84g/s400/IMG_20180710_090401.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Abah!” Alia datang berlari padaku dari luar pagar rumah lantas memelukku. Tangisannya yang tertahan sejak tadi mula kedengaran. Kaget, aku memeluknya kembali, “Alia. Kenapa ni? Kenapa menangis?” Aku sapu air matanya dengan sapu tangan sambil menggosok-gosok belakang Alia yang masih lagi menangis teresak-esak. Tiba-tiba kelihatan seorang lelaki yang seusia aku, berkopiah dan berjubah putih masuk melepasi pagar rumahku.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Kau siapa?!” jerit aku. “Maafkan saya encik. Saya Zaki. Saya ustaz di sekolah Alia. Saya yang bawa Alia pulang ke rumah,” jawab lelaki tersebut sopan. “Maafkan saya ustaz. Saya ingat lelaki mana yang mengganggu Alia tadi. Maafkan saya,” aku tunduk sebagai tanda meminta maaf, malu dengan tindakan aku yang terburu-buru.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Abah. Ini Abang Aki. Abang Aki…. Abang Aki…” Alia terus menangis tanpa menunjukkan tanda ingin berhenti. Aku genggam tangannya erat. Entah apalah yang telah terjadi sehinggakan anakku menangis sebegini rupa, dan kenapa pula ustaz yang seusia aku ini dipanggilnya abang? Banyak yang bermain di fikiranku. Aku gelengkan kepala, cuba membuang rasa tak sedap hati yang tiba-tiba singgah di fikiran.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Alia, jom kita masuk. Ceritakan pada Abah semuanya di dalam nanti ya,“ aku pimpin tangannya masuk ke dalam rumah. Terlupa akan kehadiran ustaz tadi, aku berpaling ke arahnya, “Ustaz, silalah masuk. Kalau ustaz tahu apa yang telah terjadi, tolonglah ceritakan kepada saya di dalam.” Ustaz Zaki mengangguk dan perlahan-lahan mengekori kami masuk ke dalam. Aku mempersilakannya duduk di ruang tamu sementara aku ke dapur menyediakan segelas air. Alia masih lagi tidak ingin melepaskan aku dan mengekori aku ke dapur.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Selesai menyediakan segelas air teh, aku hidangkan kepada Ustaz Zaki. “Minta maaflah ustaz, ini saja yang boleh saya sediakan. Isteri saya tiada di rumah,” kataku. “Tak mengapa encik. Saya faham. Saya datang pun mengejut,” jawabnya.</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ustaz, cubalah ceritakan kepada saya, kenapa Alia menangis sampai macam ni sekali?” “Begini Encik Ali. Saya harap encik bersabar dan jangan marah kepada Alia,” beritahu Ustaz Zaki dengan nada serius. Suaranya sedikit terketar, aku dapat rasakan dia gementar. Entah apahalnya. “Sebenarnya, Alia ditangkap basah pagi tadi…” sambungnya sambil menundukkan muka.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“ALLAH!” aku bangun memandang Alia dengan perasaan bercampur baur. Marah, terkejut, sedih. “Alia. Apa Alia dah buat ni? Betul ke apa yang Abah dengar ni sayang?” tanya aku, cuba untuk menahan perasaan marah yang membuak-buak. Paling tidak, aku perlu mendengar penjelasan daripadanya terlebih dahulu. Alia menangis lagi. “Abah! Maafkan Alia Bah. Alia tak sengaja. Alia betul-betul tak tahu. Alia sayang Abang Aki. Ampun Bah,” jawabnnya sambil melutut di kakiku.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Tangan aku terketar-ketar menahan kemarahan. Aku berpaling menghadap Ustaz Zaki meminta penjelasan. “Maafkan saya encik. Sebenarnya saya juga cintakan Alia…” Belum sempat dia menghabiskan ayatnya, aku melepaskan satu tumbukan tepat ke mukanya. Zaki jatuh lantai. Aku genggam kolar bajunya sekemas mungkin. “KAU GILA KE ORANG TUA!?-“ jerit aku, “KAU TAHUKAN ANAK AKU BARU 11 TAHUN!!! KAU ORANG TUA KUTUK SEBAYA AKU, KAU NI SIAL KE APA BERCINTA DENGAN ANAK MURID SENDIRI!!!” aku meludah ke mukanya. Marah aku tidak lagi bertebing. Dalam kepala aku, kalau perlu bermandi darah, ustaz ini akan aku bunuh. Aku tendang perutnya, aku tumbuk mukanya bertubi-tubi, Zaki cuma mampu menjerit meminta maaf.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Maaf? Hah! Kau dah cari pasal dengan orang yang salah. “ABAH!!!” Alia tiba-tiba datang menahanku daripada mengamuk. “Abah..-“ dalam esakan Alia merayu, “Janganlah diapa-apakan Abang Zaki. Dia tak salah. Kami cinta suka sama suka.” “Allah…” aku lepaskan Zaki. Darahnya menitik ke lantai dan Zaki mengerang kesakitan.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Anak Abah. Apa yang Alia cakap ni sayang? Abah hantar Alia ke sekolah bukan untuk bercinta sayang. Alia masih muda. Siapa yang mengajar Alia benda-benda begini?” aku bertanya kepadanya, lembut, lalu duduk di sebelahnya. “Alia nak kahwin dengan Abang Aki Abah…” Aku kelu, tak mampu berkata apa-apa. Anakku yang usianya baru setahun jagung, makan dan minum masih lagi aku mampu berikan, sudah berkata-kata mengenai hal perkahwinan? Mungkinkah ini suatu mimpi?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Alia nak kahwin dengan Abang Aki… Sebab tu Alia sanggup kena tangkap basah dengan dia. Kami dah 4 tahun bercinta Abah,” sambung Alia. “SYAITAN!!!!!” Aku bangun dan menendang kembali Zaki yang masih lagi terbaring menahan kesakitan. Aku pijak mukanya berkali-kali. Aku rasa marah dan benciku terhadap syaitan bertopengkan manusia ini tidak akan pernah habis dan berapa banyak kali pun aku pijak mukanya, tumbuk atau tendang badannya, hati aku tidak akan pernah puas sampailah nyawanya melayang di tanganku.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-33547476061127621372018-04-01T23:51:00.000+08:002018-12-17T23:58:59.844+08:00The Eternal Space<div style="text-align: center;">
The Eternal Space,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Makes you realise,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of your grainy existence,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In a world of the infinities,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Infinite-but ever-expanding.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The Eternal Space,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Where you are but a dot,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A dot- albeit significant,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Ephemeral but important,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You matter.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The Eternal Space,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Unfathomable milestones,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Tasked with reigns in your hands,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Arrogance but power nonetheless,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To consume or to bless.<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YsKZfItR0zU/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YsKZfItR0zU?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
A poem written quite some time ago, specially for Hazy's Eternal Space instrumental. I shared the link to the music above. Give it a listen and maybe this time around, reread the poem while listening to it? Maybe you can get some insights on how this song touches my very soul.<br />
The poem somehow gained some Youtube commenters/readers' attentions and man... I can't describe how it feels like when people approve of your work. Surely it gave me the energy to work harder. Will keep on writing and hopefully God will not take this one joy away from me.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></span></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-12952036470842313292018-03-17T20:13:00.002+08:002018-03-17T23:39:28.419+08:00Aku Buat Seorang Makcik MenangisSungguh apa yang kau katakan amat berbekas di hati orang, maka katakanlah perkara yang baik-baik.<br />
<br />
Aku masih ingat lagi akan satu kejadian, di mana aku telah membuat seorang makcik yang sudah separuh umur, menangis kerana apa yang aku katakan. Berbekas di hatinya, namun lebih-lebih lagi terkesan di hatiku sendiri.<br />
<br />
Hal ini terjadi lebih kurang semasa aku berada dalam tahun 2 atau 3 pengajian di universiti. Pada masa itu sahabat-sahabatku ramai yang sibuk dengan Festival Kelestarian Islam (FESKI), satu festival di mana para pelajar Muslim sibuk berkongsi dengan seluruh warga kampus mengenai Islam dalam berbagai bentuk. Ada yang mahir berlakon, maka disebarnya nilai-nilai murni Islam melalui persembahan teater yang menggoncang jiwa. Ada yang pandai berkata-kata maka dikongsikan bersama semua orang mengenai Islam dengan ceramah, forum dan sebagainya. <br />
<br />
Namun yang paling dekat dengan hati aku adalah pameran yang dianjurkan oleh pihak FESKI. Aku juga suka bercerita dan berkata-kata, namun aku tiada keberanian untuk berdiri di hadapan khalayak ramai. Letak sahaja aku di hadapan podium, biar cuma ada 5-10 orang yang mendengar, aku tetap jadi kaku. Lucu. Jadi aku cuma mampu berkongsi serba sedikit ilmu yang aku ada melalui pameran-pameran sebegini. <br />
<br />
Tema FESKI pada tahun tersebut adalah 'Misconceptions in Islam'. Pengarah FESKI pada tahun itu memilih tajuk tersebut kerana ingin memberi pencerahan kepada orang awam mengenai konsep-konsep asas Islam yang sering kali disalah fahami orang Islam sendiri, apatah lagi yang orang bukan Islam. <br />
<br />
Sedang aku berdiri di satu bahagian pameran yang menceritakan mengenai pengharaman beberapa jenis binatang daripada dimakan, beberapa kenalan aku yang berbangsa Cina datang membaca maklumat yang ditempelkan di situ. Aku lihat beberapa AJK yang menguruskan bahagian tersebut sedang sibuk melayan tetamu yang lain, maka aku beranikan diri untuk mendekati mereka dan menawarkan diri untuk menerangkan kepada mereka, setakat yang aku mampu, sekiranya mereka ingin bertanya mengenai apa-apa saja.<br />
<br />
Mereka mengajukan beberapa pertanyaan, dan tanpa aku sedar, ada seorang makcik bersama suaminya berdiri di sebelah kami. Walaupun matanya kelihatan tertampal di pameran tersebut, namun telinganya mendengar satu-satu perkataan yang aku sebut. Sebaik sahaja soalan-soalan sahabatku sudah terjawab, mereka meminta diri dan pergi ke bahagian lain pameran tersebut.<br />
<br />
Makcik tadi datang menghampiri aku, "Terima kasih adik. Terima kasih banyak-banyak," katanya sambil mengalirkan air mata.<br />
<br />
Aku yang kebingungan bertanya kepadanya, "Makcik, kenapa menangis? Apa yang saya buat sampai makcik mengucapkan terima kasih?"<br />
<br />
"Makcik sebenarnya seorang Muallaf. Sudah lebih kurang 14 tahun makcik memeluk Islam, tapi mendengar kamu bercerita pada kawan-kawan kamu mengenai Islam, makcik jadi sebak. Terasa macam zaman makcik mula-mula terbuka hati masuk Islam dulu," jawab dia.<br />
<br />
Aku kaget dan tak mampu berkata-kata. Makcik tersebut menyambung lagi, "Semoga Allah merahmati adik dan sahabat-sahabat. Makcik dah tengok pameran ni semuanya. Makcik suka sangat dengan apa yang dibentangkan. Makcik sebenarnya seorang cikgu. Makcik teringin nak menjemput adik buat pameran ni di sekolah makcik. Tak perlu ubah apa-apa isi. Bawa saja bahan-bahan yang sudah ada dan gunakan semula."<br />
<br />
"Allahu. Terima kasih makcik. Saya kelu ni tak tahu nak kata apa. Alhamdulillah. Terima kasih dan semoga Allah juga merahmati makcik dan keluarga. Tapi saya minta maaflah makcik. Saya cuma secara kebetulan saja di sini, saya bukan AJK. Sebentar saya panggilkan ketuanya ke mari dan makcik panjangkanlah jemputan tadi kepada dia," balas aku. Aku terus memanggil ketua yang bertugas dan menyampaikan permintaan makcik tadi kepadanya. Dia terus meninggalkan kerjanya dan bergegas ke arah makcik tadi.<br />
<br />
Semasa mereka sedang sibuk berbincang, aku meminta diri dan terus pulang ke bilik. Setiap kali ada saja perkataan buruk yang hampir-hampir terpacul keluar dari mulut aku, kisah inilah yang menahan aku daripada menyebutnya. Lagi pula, Allah juga mengingatkan kita dalam surah Al-Baqarah, ayat yang ke 83,<br />
<div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAagpM28cc7GixtoFwKdM6BJmcMAxTCZ_UFY3nBy8jCs_c_XIkoMcZ89C2oXgrx9ItJC8HygpyRwDRn1AHSJ3PlhWYomxrhVUKTmKj_OUg8_WmIDBlc7tPnwlLief4LxMtYdHgI83gJc/s1600/148695797258a12d94f30dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="909" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAagpM28cc7GixtoFwKdM6BJmcMAxTCZ_UFY3nBy8jCs_c_XIkoMcZ89C2oXgrx9ItJC8HygpyRwDRn1AHSJ3PlhWYomxrhVUKTmKj_OUg8_WmIDBlc7tPnwlLief4LxMtYdHgI83gJc/s640/148695797258a12d94f30dd.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of <a href="http://www.nu.or.id/post/read/75391/perintah-al-quran-ketika-berbicara">NU Online</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Semoga perkataan-perkataan yang baik tu menjadi sebab untuk kita ke syurga.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">~Jaw~</span></i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-27543590690846660382017-12-10T21:33:00.001+08:002017-12-10T21:33:51.973+08:00Moirai's or His<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7zzPl5kqLRvMb346q0KcT1m1B-ZCWt5viIXNJtHUNUttp_pPT3RWhVyLSXkbNYkRiGZ09N6uLC4dI6SE46_8-y793rNz8baypOyzj2kkwsHeEiolXJfWss4jMGm0FCJtOrs-fKQA1XE/s1600/Fates_sing_Song_of_Moirai.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1600" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7zzPl5kqLRvMb346q0KcT1m1B-ZCWt5viIXNJtHUNUttp_pPT3RWhVyLSXkbNYkRiGZ09N6uLC4dI6SE46_8-y793rNz8baypOyzj2kkwsHeEiolXJfWss4jMGm0FCJtOrs-fKQA1XE/s640/Fates_sing_Song_of_Moirai.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://witchhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Moirai">Photo courtesy of Witch Hunter Wiki</a><br />
<br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Moirai's or His</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Once, a boy made a promise,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A promise to his guardian,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A promise to himself, most.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A good man, he said,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A healer, he said,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A benefactor, not a malefactor.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
All, as a result of a milestone,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
One he laughed at innocently,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Till an instance, it befell him. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He still laughed, after,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Though more sparingly,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Lest he might regret it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Even so, he came to forget,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The promise he made,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Only to be reminded by a poem.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Now pretty close to his promise,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He wonders why he is so overwrought,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Is it the Moirai's or is it his?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-91210346530876756552017-11-14T19:48:00.003+08:002017-12-10T21:43:41.172+08:00Move Away<div style="text-align: center;">
It was on that fateful day,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Where I was given the chance,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A chance to dream,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A passing hope.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But it soon flew away,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Out of grip to a place,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Where I've hoped it will never go,<br />
Like a man trying to hold on to air,<br />
To his last dying breath, repentant.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Everything in sight,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Is moving away,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Slowly, it never felt right,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There was no pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just silence and... I don't know...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Hopelessness?<br />
<br />
Water hammering inside the walls,<br />
The clock swinging, tik tok tik tok,<br />
Breaking the stillness of night,<br />
Like a concert playing in full blast,<br />
And I was standing there,<br />
Among the crowds, Front Row,<br />
Agonized.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i> ~Jaw~</i></b></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnvUEFfKluZP_2BPIzMaSG2I88p0maqz1c3J97Gz6utOTv8yNDWTfpSpiYZtJN4hGviZ24A0uwtgID4J4g-nmPUEJ4KHmNfZstKd3zri6iQX0xG3O-xiNbyyvPI3rOsMCPjRKPbl9wf0/s1600/Mikko-Lagerstedt-Stillness-Of-Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnvUEFfKluZP_2BPIzMaSG2I88p0maqz1c3J97Gz6utOTv8yNDWTfpSpiYZtJN4hGviZ24A0uwtgID4J4g-nmPUEJ4KHmNfZstKd3zri6iQX0xG3O-xiNbyyvPI3rOsMCPjRKPbl9wf0/s400/Mikko-Lagerstedt-Stillness-Of-Night.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mikkolagerstedt.com/blog/2015/8/31/stillness-of-night">Photo credit to Mikko Lagerstedt - Stillness of Night</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
<br /></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-42437545699187785442017-04-21T21:04:00.000+08:002017-04-21T21:04:28.965+08:00Talk To Strangers - #2 (Catalyst)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS2BAy5Xx94NM3BRWFsDsT0VmwXpZwZ0OJW6PiNxmYPXeqLpUZV6jJOqDK4OCBhRjSF6SxlHDDyfOtBXiDjDLEYMP4wf3_pJcBHiKZYTshPwe8GQ1q1R-Bcj0Odakqdmop5E9dWJGkG0/s1600/i-have-always-depended-on-the-kindness-of-strangers-quote-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS2BAy5Xx94NM3BRWFsDsT0VmwXpZwZ0OJW6PiNxmYPXeqLpUZV6jJOqDK4OCBhRjSF6SxlHDDyfOtBXiDjDLEYMP4wf3_pJcBHiKZYTshPwe8GQ1q1R-Bcj0Odakqdmop5E9dWJGkG0/s400/i-have-always-depended-on-the-kindness-of-strangers-quote-1.jpg" width="303" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i> Oya oya</i>? How's life? May yours be filled with delight. n_n Well, at least mine is. A bit of twist here and there, but yeah, that's life <i>aye</i>? It's filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. Right. Enough babbling and let's get to business. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Few days ago, I was talking to a close friend of mine about how doing good deeds, no matter how small, can actually lighten up someone's day. To borrow her words, "Simple acts actually counts." Coincidentally, I was having a bad hair day, being scolded by doctors and stuffs, a small gesture by a stranger kind of saved me on that very same day. Okay, <i>saved me </i>tu macam <i>over-la </i>pula, but, m<i>eh</i>, you know what I mean.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
It began more or less like this, I was walking back to my room for lunch at that time and on my way, I encountered a cleaner nearby my hostel. She's a petite, middle-aged woman with wrinkles all over her face and hands, slightly tanned. She was wearing a dirty t-shirt and her arms were exposed so you could see her veins bulging, a testament of the lady's strength. I gave her a small nod when our eyes met and she immediately recognised me.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Okay, to be honest, she's not exactly a total stranger. When I was still a first year student, everytime I got out of my room to go to morning lectures, I would see her cleaning, and everyday I would say hi to her till at one point, she became friendly. So, you could say, we've talked to each other but <i>gitu-gitu je la.</i> You know, I bet you have that people where you rarely talk to them, but you do know them, so whenever you see them you would nod a bit just so they won't think you're rude or arrogant. Right? Ke <i>takde?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Okay, back to the story, when she saw me, she immediately called out to me. "Adik! Tahun berapo doh lo ni?" She was asking me, what year am I in right now. I answered her and we had some small talks, but what she said at the end was the thing that made my day. "Setahun ja la lagi dih. Nok habih doh la dio. Jadi doktor doh pahni. Mokcik doa la ko adik biar jadi doktor hok baguh, biar mudoh belajar, buleh tolong ore. Deh. Gi dulu deh." To translate it simply, she was wishing me well and said she would pray to God to ease my studies so that I can become a good doctor and help people one day. She then left with a nod and smiled at me, to which I returned it with a shout, "THANK YOU!" for I really mean it.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Baru lepas kena marahkan, <i>dibodoh-bodohkan</i> lagi. Tengah <i>down </i>and suddenly someone wished you well and said something nice to you, that was a real help. I could have slept the sorrow away (tidur 6 jam <i>ok la kot</i>), but just that little gesture by that <i>makcik</i> helped speed up the process to no time at all, like a catalyst. I was immediately refreshed, ready for many more days of learning. I don't know if you have ever felt this, but for me, I noticed, if people were to say something good to me, I would get like some sorts of "buffs'. Depending on who they are, and what they said, some would power me up for a whole week, and that would be my mom. I think you get it don't you?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
This brings me to my conclusion. One, talk to strangers, even by just saying hi. You never know how much of a help they could be in time of need. If saying hi is too hard, a simple smile would do. Do choose them though, janganlah main tegur semua orang. That's dangerous. My second and final point would be, "Simple acts actually counts" so do your share and spread the positivity. Belanja kawan segelas air ke, share some of you candies maybe, I don't know. Be creative, be the catalyst. No matter how small it may seems, you could never guess the sense of tranquility it may provide them. Till next time, ciao.<br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe22qNY3tFxQ8jNONhhrVXYteXsxlrDxIaxTvCWszMTUMDqD0EyswVltCVp5oEIKSzaVue5V_YGplZ42aNdFBkIOPoubkLAwPx0EWeybxDAWk_aBbRpMJM5POQ0CxIO4FA68ylJWJ6hgg/s1600/catalyst-main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe22qNY3tFxQ8jNONhhrVXYteXsxlrDxIaxTvCWszMTUMDqD0EyswVltCVp5oEIKSzaVue5V_YGplZ42aNdFBkIOPoubkLAwPx0EWeybxDAWk_aBbRpMJM5POQ0CxIO4FA68ylJWJ6hgg/s640/catalyst-main.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not just NYC communities, but to the world communities as well. (Credits to <a href="http://www1.nyc.gov/site/media/shows/catalyst.page">NYC Media</a>)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">~Jaw~</span></i></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-8633205777355872212017-02-28T17:41:00.000+08:002017-03-13T17:56:54.839+08:00ELF<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpzvXd7cPtqr9jDy2cuoZAIVJaJcrNwKNCqf5zt6hMEyLtdga4Jkrzkxqisczfk1LBbscK19gPqInGkRsJQ_3lMVNtRo37VLmfcOOhyphenhyphenchwewVn-8iKlIuvhXYWxsM6olQl35ql7DZn04/s1600/dovahkiin_by_mirish-d5qercn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpzvXd7cPtqr9jDy2cuoZAIVJaJcrNwKNCqf5zt6hMEyLtdga4Jkrzkxqisczfk1LBbscK19gPqInGkRsJQ_3lMVNtRo37VLmfcOOhyphenhyphenchwewVn-8iKlIuvhXYWxsM6olQl35ql7DZn04/s640/dovahkiin_by_mirish-d5qercn.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cosplay by <a href="http://mirish.deviantart.com/art/Dovahkiin-2-346689527">Mirish</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
“Huh. Huh. Sorry teacher, I’m late.” “Never mind. Go take your seat.” “Thank you,” I answered gratefully while gasping for air. “Hmm. Where should I sit… The class is full,” I thought to myself. “Jamey! Come here. Sit beside me,” shouted an unknown but familliar voice. It was Natalie’s, every boys’ crush, including me. “Huh? Okay.” Then I moved slowly towards her, careful not to show her that I'm nervous.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“What's wrong with her? Doesn’t she feel shy shouting like a crazy old woman?” I said to myself as I sat beside her. I took out my book and simply looked at the blackboard in front, feeling jittery. “Hey, don’t be shy. Don’t tell me you are not used to it,” said Natalie while giving me her impish smile. “Of course I’m shy. Aren’t you? If you’re not, you should. You’re a girl you know.” “Hmph. Stupid Jamey. I won’t do it again. Is that cool with you?” asked her angrily. I gave her a nod before I dozed off. “Boring…”</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
After a while, I woke up and I saw her, focused, reading I don’t know what. “She’s so pretty,” I wondered while staring at her face, love-strucked. “Hey! Don’t stare at me like that! What? Something on my face?” she interrupted my gazing. I flinched and said, “Stop shouting like my grandma. It’s nothing. Your face is fine.” She gave me a sour smile, and then continued doing her work. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I tried doing mine too but it was futile. It was so hard studying beside her. Studying beside a girl, that’s nothing, but your crush? Don’t tell me it’s nothing. As happy as I may be, I’m nervous. Her presence, her sweet-smelling cologne, and not to mention her voice. It’s beyond one’s imagination. Her voice was so charming and appealing. I could barely look away from her face for 10 seconds before trying to steal a look once again. She had a cute face, a little bit chubby and her cheeks was as red as blooming roses.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Dude. What is wrong with you? Staring at me like tiger hunting for its prey.” Again, I flinched. I quickly turned my face the other way and tried to stay cool. “When did I ever stare at you? You’re the one who is staring at me right now,” I murmured. “Come on dude. Even a blind guy can see what you did just now.” No I did not.” “Yes you were.” “Mr Jamey and Miss Natalie, if you don’t mind, we have a class right now? Stop fighting and do your work,” scolded Madam Julie. “Hmph!” Both of us looked away from each other. When the class ended, Natalie said sorry to me while I was packing. She gave me a letter, an apology letter she said and she asked me to open it only when I am alone at home and I was not to show it to anybody. I smiled. “Pretty and considerate,” I thought to myself.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I put the letter inside my bag and cycled back home. Natalie went back with her dad even though her house was not too far from the tuition centre. I kept on thinking about the letter on the way home. “I wonder what is written in the letter?” I thought. When I arrived home, my friends who were happily playing soccer in the field shouted at me inviting me to join them. I refused them, quickly put my bike away and ran into my house, leaving my friends confused.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
In my room, I switched on the fan jumped onto my fluffy bed. I took my bag and searched for Natalie’s letter. “Hmm. Where did I put it?” After a few seconds, I managed to find it and scanned my whole room to make sure nobody was there. “Room locked, curtains closed. Okay, I’m safe.” I read the letter and I was greatly surprised by it.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“Dear Jamey, </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
I have been watching you for a long time. You are the most generous boy that I have ever met. Not to mention, you’re handsome too. Hehe. The reason I wrote this letter is that… I want to confess my feeling towards you. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<3 <3 I LOVE YOU <3 <3 </div>
</blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
I have always liked you since we were in 8th grade. We were in the same class and when I saw you for the first time, I fell in love. It was love at first sight. I am really shy to ask you this, but my mom said I won’t get what I want if I never am brave enough to try and get it. Will you be my boyfriend? Please think about it and I honestly hope, with all my heart that you will accept me. I must go now. Love you!<br />
P/s: Trust me, I am not pulling your leg. </blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "amplify personal use only"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "amplify personal use only";">Natalie</span> </span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
Natalie Portman”</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
After reading her letter, I tried to remember all her reactions towards me, about what my friends used to tell me about her, and also about what I sometimes feel about her. “She was doing all that becaused she loves me… Dumb Jamey. Why didn’t you realise? Your friends have been telling you all this time and you didn’t believe them,” I pondered feeling stupid. With that realisation, came a surge of happiness and gladness. “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend…” I whispered softly.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I smiled non-stop for the whole day till my mom asked me, “What’s wrong? You’ve been smiling a whole lot you’re freaking me out dear.” “It’s nothing mom. Can’t your son be happy?” I asked playfully. “Alright then. I’m glad you’re happy but don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” asked mom, smiling. “No, I’m too shy.” Mom laughed and pinched my cheeks, “Tell me. Who is the lucky girl?” </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
You can never hide anything from your mom. “MOM! Shhh! How’d you know? I haven’t said anything.” “I know my son, and I know that look. Your father had the same look last time.” “Blergh. Alright… I give up.” “So, who’s the girl?” “Natalie.” “Natalie? You mean Natalie Portman?” asked Mom with a shocked look. “Yeah. Her.” “Wow. My son is quite the lady killer huh?-” said Mom playfully, “I like her. She’s very nice and she’ll make a good wife I’m sure.” “MOM! We’re not even a couple yet. You’re pushing things too far.” Mom laughed and said, “I know. But I really do like her and you have my support, 100 percent.” I nodded and took one last sip of my soup. I cleaned the bowl, brushed my teeth and went to bed straight away after giving Mom good night kiss.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I slept very late that night because I could not stop from thinking about her. The next morning, I was late for the tuition, again. To my surprise, the only seat available was beside her again. I paced to my seat slowly. “You’re always late,” she began the conversation. “Sorry, tons of work at home.” “Yeah right,” she smiled. That was her last words for that day. She was probably shy thinking about the letter. Fortunately, I had no problem concentrating that day. When the class ended, I gave her my reply and she was smiling broadly. She then ran towards her car gracefully. Her feet was so light and she moved as if she was floating on the clouds.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I went home as usual and I was playing soccer with my friends when phone suddenly beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. I read the message, “Are you sure?” “Sorry. Sure about what? And who are you?” “Oops. Sorry. It’s me, Natalie. I was just confirming, are you sure I can be your girlfriend and you be mine? Hehe.” I jumped and screamed so hard all my friends stared at me. “Sorry guys! It’s my mom. She’s buying me a gift. Just ignore me,” I lied to them. I then replied her message, “Of course Nat. And to be honest, my mom kind of found out… And she said she likes you.”</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
A few seconds later, my phone rang. It was her. She phoned me. I pressed the answer button anxiously. “Hi.” “Hi. Because you accepted me as your girlfriend, I would like you to do something for me.” “Oh come one. We just became a couple and you’re already bossing me around?” I asked laughing. “Aww. Don’t be like that. Please? It means a lot to me.” “Of course Nat. Why not. What is it that you want me to do?” “I want you to propose me to be your girl formally. That’s all.”</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Alright. I can do that, no problem. Are you free tomorrow?” “Yes, I am.” “Okay. What about a date tomorrow, at Ivory Plaza?” “I’m only free after 11 o’clock.” “Let’s meet at the fountain around 12 then?” She giggled, “Yay! Thank you Jamey. I love you. I’ll see you there at 12. Bye.” “I love you too Nat,” and we both hung up. That was the most exciting and also the happiest moment in my whole life I almost fainted out of joy.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Tomorrow came really fast and I prepared myself quite too early for the date. We planned to meet at the fountain at 12 and I was there thirty minutes earlier. I couldn’t wait but I was nervous at the same time. I wore a casual, black Nike t-shirt, grey skinny fit Levi’s denims for my pants and of course, my favourite Navy blue, Stan Smith Adidas shoes. Don’t tell anyone though, nothing on me are original products except these pair of shoes. Who’s crazy enough to pay $100 for a t-shirt. Definitely not me.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
To my astonishment, she came early too but still a minute too late before me. She was gorgeous and let me tell you how beautiful she was. She wore a loose-fitting white Adidas t-shirt with a black hooded track jacket on top, light blue high-rise skinny jeans for her pants suited with a pair of maroon Canvas Old Skool Vans. She was being herself, she rocked that look and no one can be prettier than those who are comfortable in their own skin.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
From tips to toe, she was perfect. Looking at her running towards me felt like I was watching one of the angels from the heaven running at me. “Hello. You’re early. “And you’re late,” I complained gleefully. “Aww. It’s not even twelve yet!” “I was just kidding-” laughing quietly, “You look really nice.” “What? Just nice?” “Okay, you’re pretty and I love everything about you.” “Really? Mom said this is not dating outfit, more like what I always wear for skating.” And that’s what I like about you.” “That’s sweet. Thank you-” she said with a happy face, “Let’s go.”</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“You look sharp today, and very handsome,” she told me while eating a piece of pie. “Don’t tell me you just noticed that?” asked me, joking. “Of course not silly. I noticed it a long time ago but only today do I have the chance to tell you that,” she chuckled. “Thank you,” I answered while giving her my cat-like smile. She laughed and then took my hand. She brought me to a shop. Inside it was full with gems and rings. She went to the counter and greeted the woman who seemed to be in her forty.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Hi Mom,” she said to the woman. “Hi darling. Is this him.” “Yes, the very one.” “Hello Jamey. Natalie told me a lot about you,” said her Mom while smiling to me frankly. “Hello Ma’am. She did?” I asked, blushing. “Yes. She can talk for a whole day about you with me. You really should have hear it,” said her while chuckling quite the same way as Natalie always did. “Like mother, like daughter,” I thought. “MOM! That’s my secret. You’re not supposed to tell him that,” interrupted Natalie. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Sorry honey. I just couldn’t help it-” Natalie’s mom smiled, “I only want him to know that you truly love him.” “Don’t worry Ma’am. Just this one evening and she has told me that thousand times I lost count already,” Natalie slapped my shoulder hard. Her mom laughed and said, “You guys are really cute together. Don’t forget that love is another, studying is another. Don’t let love affect your studies okay guys.” “Aye aye Ma’am,” answered us both and we both laughed at that. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Her mom smiled. “Oh, I forgot. This is for both of you,” and then she took two silver rings from a case near her. We took the rings and marveled at the unknown glyphs carved on them. “No you shouldn’t,” said Natalie and I simultaneously. We laughed again and I continued, “These looks expensive Ma’am. The carvings are very detailed and we can’t afford such things.” “It’s okay. Just take it. You see, these glyphs here are said to be elven glyphs of old. And these, when worn in pair, is like a prayer that you two will be together forever. I don’t know if it’s true but in any case, I do pray for you guys to be together forever,” she said while putting the rings on our fingers. “Thanks Mom. You’re the best. Ever,” said Natalie while hugging her tightly and kissed her on both of her cheeks. Her mom then gave me a hug as well which made me blush but it felt really nice to be trusted that much.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“Thank you so much Ma’am. How can I ever thank you?” “You can do that by not hurting her and give her the happiness she deserves.” “I won’t forget that and I’ll do my best Ma’am,” I assured her. For one last time that day, Natalie hugged her mom again and then off we went out of that shop.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
“You should have told me that you were bringing me to see your mom.” “How can I? If I did tell you before, will you meet her?” “Fine. You win. I probably won’t if you did. Your mom is really nice though.” “I know,” she grinned. “Let’s enjoy today and make you mom’s wish come true. Just you and me.” “Just you and me Jamey,” she said and she held my arms. That day, we had so much fun together. We skated, we watched, we read books in BORDERS for free but really, if I have to pick which
of the moments that day was the best. I would say it was our meeting with her
mother. Then at 6 o’clock, she had to go back.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> “When we’re
having the most fun, that’s when the time always fly,” I told her sadly. “Yes,
but it’s okay. We had fun and we will have more fun, don’t you worry.” “Now
you’re talking.” She smiled and said, “Let’s go out again some other time
okay.” “Sure Nat. When you’re free, you know who to call.” “I’ll remember
that.” “Don’t forget what your mom said though, we should not forget our
studies as well.” “Of course. Let’s make going to college our goals?” “Set.
Let’s go to college,” I promised her. She smiled, “Okay. I must go now so bye.
I love you.” “I love you too Nat. Bye bye,” I replied. She smiled and waved at
me one last time before running towards her mom.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> I waved at them
and I saw her whispering to her mom. She suddenly came running back to me and
said, “Sorry, I forgot.” “What is it?” I asked her, feeling confused. All of a
sudden, she kissed me on the cheek and almost immediately, she ran away while I
was still stunned at that sudden development.
“She really knows how to catch me off guard. I better be careful next
time,” I murmured softly while my smiling alone. She was already far off when I
regained control of myself.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> I took her mom’s
gift, the shiny, silver ring with the glyphs and looked at it closely.
Beautiful piece of art. The designer truly is gifted. “Elven glyphs that works
as a prayer for couples huh. True or not, one can never deny this thing is a
beauty it must be expensive. I have to repay Ma’am’s kindness somehow some
other day,” I thought to myself. I gave my mom a call while walking out of the mall and waited for
my mom at the entrance.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> My mom came
fifteen minutes later and she noticed the broad smile on face, and also the
silver ring on my finger. “Wohoo. Someone got himself a girlfriend,” she said
teasing me. My life felt brighter with Natalie by my side. I guess it’s true
what people were saying. Finding true love is really beautiful and empowering.
“No mom. I didn’t get a girlfriend.” She gave me a confused look. “I got myself
an elf. The loveliest,” I said with a grin like the Cheshire Cat.</span></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-57826701681805541982017-01-14T11:31:00.001+08:002017-01-14T12:35:43.721+08:00Doktor, Itu Je?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-2EAo1K2Gd6tuORBZg-JoClU9ix9usK3reOYt-jvwsKH37kjAEioBRyBVFxWIpVKkDNlC34Aa1IU4mvLVRX0ugHI4WCIOqqvHstb4kTa1j13Qjl35W1uHnvnnwCsLFnc8P1gDcsgdYY/s1600/captanggang_myb.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-2EAo1K2Gd6tuORBZg-JoClU9ix9usK3reOYt-jvwsKH37kjAEioBRyBVFxWIpVKkDNlC34Aa1IU4mvLVRX0ugHI4WCIOqqvHstb4kTa1j13Qjl35W1uHnvnnwCsLFnc8P1gDcsgdYY/s320/captanggang_myb.gif" width="295" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>Ossu</i>!<i> Pekabo</i>?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Alhamdulilah, dah 4 bulan<i> </i>menjejakkkan kaki masuk <i>clinical years. </i> Jauh lagi perjalanan nak jadi seorang doktor tapi tak apa<i>, pelan-pelan </i>kayuh orang kata. Mohon semua<i> </i>doakan. Dah jadi doktor nanti, mana tahu dapat menyumbang jadi salah seorang penulis Diagnosis ke. <i>Hehe.</i> Tinggi <i>benor</i> cita-cita. Dah, jom sambung cerita. Cerita ni inspirasi dia (<i>ceewah)</i> datang lepas kena <i>sound</i> dengan doktor pakar dalam klinik ortopedik.<br />
<br />
Masa tu lebih kurang pukul 1 tengah hari, saya dengan <i>member </i><i>join </i>klinik<i> </i>seorang doktor pakar ni. Doktor ni pakar tulang jadi klinik dia memang dari pagi sampai petang untuk layan pesakit yang ada masalah berkaitan<i>. </i>Nak jadi cerita, datanglah sepasang suami isteri, muda lagi, bawa anak perempuan mereka<i> </i>ke klinik. Adik ni<i> </i>patah tulang selangka (<i>clavicle</i>) dalam dua-tiga minggu lepas sebab terjatuh masa main lompat-lompat atas sofa. Budak-budak biasalah, buas.<br />
<br />
Dari mula-mula masuk pintu lagi adik ni dah menangis, sambil dipujuk ibunya. Dia nampak kami <i>medical students </i>pula<i>, </i>lagi kuat dia menangis. Mungkin sebab nampak kami pakai <i>white coat, </i>dia ingat kami nak cucuk dia barangkali. Ini antara dilema pelajar perubatan juga ni, nak buka <i>white coat</i> tak boleh, takut nanti tertukar dengan doktor-doktor lain pula, jadi kami semua cubalah pujuk dia sekali. Doktor sogok dia dengan gula-gula baru dia senyum sikit. Laju tangan dia capai gula-gula yang doktor hulur.<br />
<br />
Doktor cek x-ray dia dan kami yang bukanlah mahir sangat pun tengok x-ray, pun boleh tahu, pasti, tulang adik ni memang dah bercantum elok. Lega, doktor pun mula berbual dengan mereka. Muka suami isteri nampak lega betul bila diberitahu tulang anak mereka dah sembuh hampir sepenuhnya. Selepas selesai ambil <i>history</i> sikit, doktor cuba nak periksa pergerakan tangan adik ni. Just to make sure she really is fine. Adik tu mula menangis balik tak nak bagi doktor periksa dia. Doktor cuma senyum dan gosok kepala dia. <i>Pap</i>, adik tu tepis tangan doktor. Garang betul. <i>Haha.</i> Doktor geletek dia pula, dia ketawa dan sekali lagi dia tepis tangan doktor ke tepi pula.<br />
<br />
"<i>Okaylah, </i>dia tak nak bagi cek tak apa. Adik okay dah, tulang pun dah sambung elok, tengok tak ada apa-apa, kira tak payah datang lagi dah untuk apa-apa <i>check-up</i>," kata doktor. "Itu <i>je</i> doktor?" tanya si ibu. "<i>Yup. </i>Tulang dia dah sembuh sepenuhnya, dia pun sihat. Jadi itu sahaja, tapi kalau ada apa-apa lagi lepas ni, boleh telefon klinik dan dapatkan temujanji baru ya," balas doktor. Si ibu dan si bapa cuma senyum mengangguk dan keluar klinik selepas mengucapkan terima kasih.<br />
<br />
Dalam hati saya, saya boleh faham kenapa ibunya bertanya sedemikian. Doktor ni cek adik tu tak sampai 5 minit. Setakat tengok x-ray, dah boleh discaj pesakit. Macam..."WHAT????" Tangan dia pun doktor tengok macam tu sahaja, <i>range of motion okay </i>ke tidak, sakit ke apa ke, tak ada pula dia cek. Tapi kita yang <i>student, </i>dia yang pakar, mana berani nak tanya. Hentam sajalah Labu. Maka di situlah bermulanya saat kepahitan. *bunyi pintu terbuka macam dalam filem seram*<br />
<br />
Doktor berpaling ke belakang, dan mula bertanya kami berbagai soalan. "Adik tu kenapa saya discaj?" Krik krik krik. "Berapa lama tulang budak-budak ambil masa untuk sembuh?" Diam. "Awak rasa tulang dia macam mana?" "Tengok x-ray okay doktor." "<i>Clinically</i> macam mana? Patient depan mata awak, tengok x-ray tak aci."Diam lagi. Mana kita nak tahu, tengok doktor pun macam tak cek apa-apa, cuma x-ray. Silap besar rupanya. Kami yang buta.<br />
<br />
"It's okay then since this is your first week. You have to be perceptive and know what you want to see. Patient <i>paeds</i> (kanak-kanak) kita tak <i>examine</i> macam <i>adult</i>. Contoh tadi, saya tengok <i>range of motion</i> dia full. Tengok dia punya tangan masa ambil gula-gula dengan saya tadi kan? Tinggi dia capai gula-gula atas kepala dia. Lepas tu tengok tak dia tepis tangan saya masa saya cuba geletek dia dengan gosok kepala dia? <i>Means power </i>pun <i>okay</i>. Dia pun tak menangis sakit ke apa <i>therefore I know, clinically patient is fit for discharge</i>. And supported with the x-ray findings. Macam tu caranya nak periksa pesakit <i>paeds</i> tapi tak apa, <i>you have a long way to go</i>," ajar doktor pakar tu bersungguh-sungguh. Malu kita ni sebab ragu-ragu dengan doktor sendiri, kita yang tak tahu, kita kata dia tak periksa. Buta kayu.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
That happened almost 6 weeks ago and it reminded me of many viral posts trying to shame healthcare workers. <i>Nurse </i>pakai baju ketat, doktor tidur dalam wad, doktor tak pandai jahit luka buat macam guni katanya dan entah apa lagi yang saya sendiri mungkin terlepas pandang,Sekarang ni <i>kan</i> zaman viral, semua benda nak viral. Daripada yang baik ke yang buruk, yang neuron otak kurang bersambung, yang buat putus urat kentut ketawa, macam-macamlah. Yang sedihnya, lebih ramai (<i>especially</i> rakyat Malaysia) yang suka viralkan benda-benda yang bukan sahaja<i> </i>tak berfaedah, buat cari gaduh, lepas tu<i> </i>entah betul ke tidak sampai buat diri sendiri nampak lagi bodoh. Dasar keyboard warrior.<br />
<br />
<i> Point here is</i>, janganlah mudah-mudah menjatuhkan maruah pekerja kesihatan atau sesiapa sahaja yang cuba sehabis baik untuk membantu anda. Kalau ada yang tak puas hati, minta penjelasan. Doktor memang ditugaskan untuk memahamkan pesakit setakat mana yang pesakit mahu tahu. Kalau anda nak tahu sampai tahap doktor pakar pun, dia memang akan cuba jelaskan sebaik mungkin. Macam doktor pakar dalam cerita di atas, ada kemungkinan kalau orang nak buat hal, boleh saja dia tangkap gambar doktor tu dan tulis satu post dalam Facebook, "Doktor Pakar Malas Periksa Pesakit." Sedangkan <i>in reality, </i>doktor tu memang dah periksa apa yang sepatutnya diperiksa. Puluhan tahun pengalaman, ribuan bilangan pesakit yang dah dirawat, kita tak ada semua tu. Makanya jangan memperbodohkan orang semudah makan kacang menglembu. Macam lembu <i>je </i>orang pandang kau nanti. Bergurau<i> ja noh.</i> Take care guys. Ciao and have a nice day. :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>~JAW~</i></b></span><br />
<br /></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-23673006654722690402016-11-26T10:59:00.000+08:002016-12-06T19:50:13.414+08:00Brief Moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It was a grey morning,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Filled with the sound of rain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Moving slowly across the roofs,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Nearer and nearer,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There I walk soaking wet,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
As the cloud passed my head.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
As I looked to the left,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My gaze lied heavy on a figure,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There I saw... him,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Under a tree,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Lying on the grass,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Ripples expanding across the lake nearby.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He was still dry, still relaxing</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Still... oblivious</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of the rain that comes quietly.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The rain reached the moment,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Where it almost touched his hair, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But in that brief moment,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Grey as it may be,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He was happy and dry,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Enjoying the morning sky.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And me myself?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
No harm playing in the rain sometimes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Whipped my hair and started moving,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Slowly as the cold wind blows by,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Quietly passing as phantoms barely seen.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Wet I was but still relaxing,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
No longer oblivious of the rain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Still moving, slow I may be but steady.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdM_HBrsUxhdli0cUFcNDm6jSv_Pi1ochmbZbaqKiJAkHKE6RKyb9SpzArmxvqz0SUkYV0PGihye6t-hHyiZdqpmzzgKzi0vohOcRRSnlFGR34ThgXbUxbLTkXGfBw5yBK623tvbqsCg/s1600/eGM3a2dmMTI%253D_o_aint-no-sunshine-when-shes-gone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdM_HBrsUxhdli0cUFcNDm6jSv_Pi1ochmbZbaqKiJAkHKE6RKyb9SpzArmxvqz0SUkYV0PGihye6t-hHyiZdqpmzzgKzi0vohOcRRSnlFGR34ThgXbUxbLTkXGfBw5yBK623tvbqsCg/s400/eGM3a2dmMTI%253D_o_aint-no-sunshine-when-shes-gone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-13764212200255564112016-07-02T05:07:00.000+08:002016-07-02T05:09:10.604+08:00Sahabat<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGQxjQ_-ZwPgKpZuqKJxwFYSeaB5qNdYdnN-ZNOY0R1RT7Wb1Ggrk7orIClHVt3YnDP-6pjIGS4bc_KXUtafhnF__AHsEUYXqSBrgRb-1ZTChOOtGbq5bDQV-bhamiWLPDu53JPofCFA/s1600/Besties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGQxjQ_-ZwPgKpZuqKJxwFYSeaB5qNdYdnN-ZNOY0R1RT7Wb1Ggrk7orIClHVt3YnDP-6pjIGS4bc_KXUtafhnF__AHsEUYXqSBrgRb-1ZTChOOtGbq5bDQV-bhamiWLPDu53JPofCFA/s1600/Besties.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 150%;">SAHABAT<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>TAK TAK TAK, BUNYI</i> derapan kasut
terompah menghampiri Grell dari belakang. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Grell!
Grell!" jerit satu suara yang sangat dikenalinya. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
berpaling, "Apa dia?" di tangan tergenggam pedang kegemarannya, D3 Criss,
berwarna biru kemerah-merahan dengan elemen kilat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Boom!
Mata Grell silau dek Amiya Punishment yang meletus di depannya seperti api yang
keluar daripada enjin roket yang sedang berlepas. Membutakan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Budak
ni, <i>kot ya</i> pun <i>takde PVP takleh</i> ke <i>greet
leklok</i>," getus Grell dalam hati. TQ berdiri di depannya memegang panah
<i>update</i> terbaru. Entah apa nama,
berwarna merah terang benderang dengan efek api. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Hee,"
TQ buat muka toya, senyum tak bersalah. "Awak <i>busy</i> tak ni? Kita nak minta tolong sikit."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Dah
<i>la fire</i> orang dengan Amiya, ada hati nak
minta tolong," marah Grell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Ala,
saja <i>je</i> tu. Boleh la. Penting ni. <i>Please please please</i>," pujuk TQ. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Apa
dia?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Tolong
ajar kita <i>Maths</i>, SPM dah dekat
ni."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
ketawa, "<i>Deyy</i> kakak. Kita
tinggal SPM dah berapa lama. <i>Maths</i>
dah karat la. Sikit-sikit ada ingat <i>la</i>.
<i>Math Mod</i> ke <i>Math Tam</i>?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Boleh
punya. Awak pandai," mata tergedik-gedik konon nak pujuk Grell, "Math
Mod. Ada soalan yang kita tak faham." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Hmm.
Kita <i>try la eh</i>. Yang mana kita tahu
kita tolong." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Okay.
<i>Thank you</i> Grell! Buka Skype
cepat!" arah TQ. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Aye aye captain</i>."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell menutup <i>window game </i>dan terus log masuk ke Skype dan belum pun sempat berbuat apa-apa, satu panggilan
video terus masuk. Grell senyum sendiri dan terus menjawab panggilan tersebut. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Test test</i>. Dengar tak? Grell?"
tanya TQ. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Ah</i>, dengar dengar, <i>jap</i> nak buka kamera," jawab Grell dengan nada bersahaja lantas
menekan butang Switch On Camera di skrin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Aaa!!!"
satu jeritan kedengaran di sebelah sana. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Apa?
Apa?" tanya Grell cemas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Awak
tak pakai baju..." jawab TQ sambil menutup mata dengan 10 jari. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Dia
ingat kita tak nampak yang dia curi-curi tengok celah-celah jari tu,"
fikir Grell sendiri. "<i>Sorry</i>. Tak
perasan. <i>Jap</i>," cekap Grell
mencapai bajunya yang tergantung di kerusi. Bilik asramanya bersaiz kecil,
memuatkan dua orang. <i>Roomate-</i>nya pula tak ada di bilik, masih sibuk di kelas
barangkali. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">TQ
memarahinya, "Lain kali <i>check la</i>
dulu. Apa <i>la</i>." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Ya
<i>la</i>. <i>Sorry</i>. Mana soalan?" Grell menjawab malas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Yang
ni dulu," TQ menunjukkan soalan di hadapan kamera. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Tak
jelas <i>la.</i> <i>Cer</i> rapat sikit," beritahu Grell namun soalan tersebut masih
tidak jelas di skrin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Kita
<i>snap</i> gambar <i>la. Jap</i>." Beberapa saat kemudian TQ pun menghantar beberapa
keping gambar. Kali ini barulah jelas kelihatan soalannya. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Haa</i>, ni okay. Bagi kita <i>a few minutes</i>. Nak tengok soalan,"
beritahu Grell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Baik
bos!" balas TQ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Tiba-tiba
kedengaran bunyi piano dari dalam <i>earphone</i>-nya.
TQ sedang memainkan lagu original hasil gubahannya sendiri. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Piece</i> baru lagi? Hebat <i>la</i> awak. <i>I want your first, second, third and so on album. With autograph and for free please</i>,"
Grell mengipas baik punya. TQ ketawa. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Ha ah</i>. Baru. <i>Best</i> tak?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Could use some more work </i>tapi kita suka,"
balas Grell dengan senyuman, ikhlas memuji sahabatnya. Dia memang mengagumi TQ
yang sangat mahir bermain muzik. Grell pernah bercita-cita menjadi pemuzik
semasa kecil tapi setelah menghadiri beberapa kelas, dia menyerah kalah.
Alasannya, dia tidak berbakat dan fikirnya lebih baik fokus kepada perkara
lain. Apa perkara lain tu, sampai sekarang dia masih tidak tahu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Ni
kita dah siapkan soalan ni. <i>Check la</i>
jawapan dia betul ke tak." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">TQ
berhenti bermain piano dan terus memeriksa jawapan Grell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Yup</i>. Betul. <i>Cane</i> awak buat?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>Gini</i>," Grell terus masuk mod
mengajar. Bila masuk mod ni, dia terus <i>straight
to the point</i>, tak cakap banyak. Akan diajarnya orang tersebut sampai faham,
begitulah sikap Grell yang pernah bercita-cita menjadi seorang guru. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Okay.
Kita faham dah semua soalan-soalan ni. Nanti kalau ada soalan lain, kita <i>call</i> lagi ok?" tanya TQ. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Tak
jadi hal. Setakat mana kita tahu kita tolong <i>la</i>," balas Grell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Adik!!!
<i>Hang</i> sembang <i>ngan sapa</i> lama sangat? <i>Hang
pi</i> buat kerja sekolah <i>nuh</i>,"
marah satu suara. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"Alamak,
mak kita! <i>Dok</i> buat <i>la</i> ni mak!! Ada kawan <i>ajaq</i>!!" jerit TQ. Cepat-cepat dia
mematikan panggilan dan meninggalkan Grell sendirian. Grell ketawa
terbahak-bahak. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">"You're
welcome," getusnya di dalam hati.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Begitulah
hidup mereka hampir setiap hari selama beberapa bulan. Grell mengajar TQ
Matematik dan kadang-kadang, diredahnya juga mengajar subjek lain walaupun
sudah hampir 5 tahun meninggalkan sekolah. Sebagai balasan, TQ pula akan
memainkan piano untuknya setiap hari buat menghilangkan keletihan dan kusut di
kepala dengan pelajarannya sendiri.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">***Setahun
kemudian***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>“</i>Letih <i>doh</i> hari-hari kelas sampai petang macam ni. Seminggu <i>straight bro</i>. <i>Huu</i>, tak tahan,” beritahu Ad kepada Grell sambil membuka pintu
bilik mereka. Grell melangkah masuk dan memasang kipas terlebih dahulu. Kerusi
ditarik betul-betul di bawah kipas dan dia duduk sambil membuka kemejanya. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Nak
sangat kau buat <i>Medic</i>, <i>haa</i> tahan <i>la</i>. <i>Nak-nak</i> pula musim
El-Nino, panas tak ingat,” Grell menyambung perbualan. Ad cuma ketawa kecil
sebelum naik ke atas katil <i>double-decker,
standard</i> katil di mana-mana asrama penuh tu. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Baring
<i>jap</i>, penat,” kata Ad malas. Penat
sungguh kelas <i>back to back </i> sepanjang hari, rehat cuma waktu makan tengah
hari. Sempatlah solat dan makan sikit. Biasalah tu hidup di universiti, walaupun
ada jadual kuliah, tapi masanya tetap berubah-ubah mengikut jadual kerja
pensyarah sendiri. Akhirnya jadual yang lapang menjadi sesak juga.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
menghidupkan laptopnya di atas meja <i>study</i>
lantas ke bilik air mengambil wuduk. Selesai sahaja menunaikan solat asar, dia
membuka Facebook. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Hari
ni <i>result</i> SPM <i>kan</i>? Mesej TQ <i>jap</i>,” Grell
berkata kepada dirinya sendiri. “Salam. TQ. <i>Pekabo
yong. Acano result</i>? <i>Hehe</i>,” butang
Send ditekan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Skype…”
balas TQ. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Lah, online</i> rupanya. Macam tak kena <i>je</i> minah ni.” Tanpa bertanya banyak,
Grell terus log masuk ke Skype dan seperti kebiasaannya, satu panggilan video
masuk sebelum dia sempat melakukan apa-apa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Grell…
Kita kena marah dengan <i>family</i> kita.
Teruk,” beritahu TQ teresak-esak. Suaranya sayu. TQ membuka cermin mata dan
mengesap air mata dari pipinya.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kenapa
ni? Ni mesti menangis sepanjang hari ni. Teruknya muka,” Grell Cuma senyum
tawar tak tahu bagaimana nak memulakan bicara. Soalan ditanya sekadar berbasa
basi walaupun jawapannya sudah boleh di agak di dalam kepala.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Mak
marah sangat tadi… Kakak-kakak pun sama, kata kita bodoh, tak kesian <i>kat</i> mak…” kata TQ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
mengangguk tanda faham namun dia terus mendiamkan diri. Dia tahu benar, masa-masa
begini, menjadi pendengar lebih baik. TQ meneruskan bicara.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kita
sedar kita tak pandai. Kakak-kakak kita <i>lawyer,
medical student</i>…” beritahu TQ, “Kita? <i>Arts
je</i>. Lukis-lukis <i>je</i> pandai. Mak
kata <i>takde</i> masa depan. Grell… Kita
tak tahan.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Eh.
Tak adalah sampai macam tu. Bagi kita, <i>Arts</i>
ni antara yang cerah masa depan dia <i>kat</i>
Malaysia. <i>Kan</i> sekarang zaman
kartun-kartun Malaysia naik. Tapi boleh kita tahu, kenapa mak dengan
kakak-kakak cakap macam tu?” Grell bertanya lembut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kita
dapat 2A <i>je</i>. <i>Maths</i> dengan Seni. <i>Takde fail</i>,
tapi banyak C.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“TQ
fahamkan sekarang kenapa diorang marah?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Tahu…
Tapi dah nasib. Nak buat macam mana?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
menyusun ayat dalam kepala supaya mesej yang hendak disampaikannya diterima dan
tidak menyakitkan hati TQ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“TQ,
awak ingat tak, dalam seminggu dua sebelum SPM, kita tanya awak, kenapa main <i>game</i> lama sangat. Tak <i>study</i> ke? Ingat?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Ingat…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Lepas
kita tanya tu, awak <i>off</i> sejam. Lepas
tu tengok-tengok, awak <i>online</i> balik. Main
pula 3-4 jam. Perasan?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Perasan…”
muka TQ makin sugul. Pipi yang sudah mula mengering kembali basah dek air mata
yang bercucuran.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Sejam
tu… Awak buat apa?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kita…study…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
tahu TQ menipu melalui gerak-geri badannya, matanya yang dipalingkan ke arah
lain, jawapannya yang teragak-agak. Dia kenal benar kawannya. Memang ketagih
dengan <i>game online</i>. Masanya
dihabiskan berjam-jam setiap hari untuk game, sehinggakan kadang-kadang, 12 jam
mudah-mudah saja terbuang di hujung minggu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Awak
rasa, <i>study</i> sejam, main game 3-4 jam,
<i>balance</i> ke?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">TQ
cuma diam seribu bahasa. Grell menyambung lagi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Tak
baik tau. Salahkan nasib macam tu. Kita kena tengok juga, usaha kita macam
mana. Allah ni tak kejam. InsyaAllah, selalunya, dia akan bagi balasan yang
setimpal dengan usaha kita.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Tahu…
Grell. Tolong kita…” TQ mula menangis teresak-esak. Empangan air mata yang
ditahannya bersungguh-sungguh akhirnya pecah juga. Grell senyum kerana tahu
mesejnya sampai. Dia menukar topik, topik yang tadi biarlah bersambung di
kemudian hari. Bila emosi TQ sudah stabil sedikit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Tak
apa. Kita teman awak hari ni,” Grell membatalkan niatnya keluar bermain bola
tampar petang ni. “Kita faham perasaan tu. Kita pun pernah <i>fail</i> teruk <i>exam</i>. Ayah
kita pun kata kita antara yang paling bodoh dalam <i>batch</i> kita sebab <i>fail</i>.
Teruk kita kena marah masa tu.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Ayah
awak pun sama?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Yup.
Tapi kita faham. Dia sebenarnya marah sayang. Kadang-kadang parents kita memang
macam tu, diorang terlepas cakap sebab sedih sangat. Mak awak kita pasti dia
pun macam tu. Yang penting, sekarang ni, awak kena kuat, jangan ambil hati
sangat apa <i>family</i> kata. Bagi diorang
masa. InsyaAllah, diorang akan <i>cool down</i>
nanti.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Tapi
macam mana nak kuat Grell… <i>Kat</i> meja
makan, <i>takde sape</i> tengok muka kita.
Semua diam <i>je</i>. Kita tak lalu makan,
terus naik.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kenapalah
teruk sangat <i>family support</i> dia ni,”
fikir Grell sendiri. “Hey! Mana boleh tak makan. Tapi untuk menjawab soalan tu,
nak kuat senang <i>je</i>. Kita kan ada.”
Grell ketawa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Eleh</i>,” TQ senyum sumbing. “Awak ada
boleh buat apa?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kita
boleh dengar masalah awak. Setidak-tidaknya, ada <i>la</i> juga orang nak bersembang <i>kan</i>?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Alah</i>, itu kawan kita yang lain pun boleh
buat. Apa bezanya. <i>Ceh</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Haa</i>, itulah awak tak tahu. Bezanya
sekarang, awak cerita masalah awak <i>kat</i>
kita. Bukan <i>diorang</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Bweekk</i>,” TQ menjelir lidah. “Kita boleh <i>je</i> nak cerita kat <i>diorang</i>. Tapi kalau cerita <i>kat</i>
yang <i>happy, kan</i> ke rosak pula hari
bahagia dia. Kalau nak cerita <i>kat</i>
yang senasib dengan kita, <i>kesian burden
kat</i> dia pula.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
tersenyum melihat gelagat kawannya. Bersyukur melihat sahabatnya yang sudah
kelihatan ceria sedikit. “Makanya, itulah beza dia kakak. Kita neutral. Awak
nak cerita benda sedih ke, <i>happy </i>ke,
kita okay je.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Okay.
Nanti kita cerita banyak-banyak sampai awak penat. Padan muka. Nak sangat jadi kaunselor
kita. Kita tak kira, satu minggu ni, awak kita punya!!!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Ketawa
mereka pecah. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Grell.
Terima kasih ya tolong kita. Setidak-tidaknya kita ada 2A. <i>And</i>, satu A tu sebab awaklah,” TQ memberitahu Grell jujur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Eh</i>? Pula? Macam mana pula sebab kita?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Awak
<i>kan</i> selalu ajar kita <i>Maths</i>. Banyak latihan yang kita buat
masuk <i>exam</i>. Pastu kita ingat semua
tips awak <i>kasi.</i> Senang faham, senang
ingat, senang buat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Oh,
kita tolong sikit <i>je</i>. Kalau awak tak
cari kita, tak jadi juga.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Still</i>! Terima kasih. Boleh <i>je</i> awak <i>decline</i>. Awak <i>kan student
medik</i>,<i> busy</i>. Nak main sukan lagi
petang-petang. Tapi bila kita minta tolong, ada <i>je</i> masa awak.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Ya
<i>lah</i>. Sama-sama. Kita tolong ikhlas.
Awak macam adik kita, kita nak awak berjaya. Itu <i>je.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Hmm.
Grell…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Apa?”
“<i>Haa</i> sudah. Budak ni nak <i>confess</i> <i>kat</i> aku ke? Alamak, <i>naya</i>
aku ni. Salah <i>step</i> ke?” fikir Grell.
Mukanya merah, kepalanya pening memikirkan bagaimana cara terbaik untuk menjawab
luahan cinta si TQ nanti.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Betullah
<i>kan,</i> usaha tangga kejayaan. Yang kita
usaha dengan awak, kita boleh <i>je</i>
dapat A. Seni pun dapat A sebab kita memang selalu melukis, benda kita minat.
Yang lain-lain tu, betul, kita lebih banyak main daripada belajar. Kita rasa ni
<i>la</i> dia hikmah yang Allah nak bagi <i>kat</i> kita.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Grell
menutup mulutnya yang melopong. Dia cuba menyembunyikan mukanya yang semakin
merah padam, malu kerana berfikir yang bukan-bukan. “<i>Err. Aaa. Aah</i>. Betul <i>la</i>
tu. Betul sangat. Usaha tangga kejayaan.” Di sebalik rasa malu, timbul juga
rasa gembira kerana topik yang dihajatkan untuk disambungnya ketika emosi TQ
stabil sepertinya sudah tidak relevan lagi. TQ sudah menyedari kesilapannya dan
itu sudah cukup buatnya.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Kenapa
muka awak merah? <i>Eee</i>. Lawaklah.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“Ma-mana
ada. Tak merah pun.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.5in;">Ketawa
mereka pecah lagi. Kedua-duanya yang tadi kepenatan dengan kehidupan
masing-masing kini terhibur. Grell bahagia melihat kawannya tersenyum, TQ pula
gembira mengetahui dia mempunyai sahabat sebaik Grell. Sedikit pun mereka tidak
menyangka, bermula dengan pertemuan di dalam satu </span><i style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.5in;">game online</i><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.5in;">, yang kemudiannya terbawa-bawa ke Facebook dan Skype
boleh pergi sehingga tahap ini. Mereka tidak pernah bersua muka namun dalam
diam-diam, kedua-duanya menyimpan harapan agar mereka dapat bertemu satu hari
nanti. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span>
<br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">~Jaw~</span></i></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-48176636028837469982016-04-02T20:43:00.000+08:002018-04-02T23:09:09.205+08:00Boonaa Mohammed in USMKK<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Author's note: Suggested BGM, Michl - Kill Our Way to Heaven. Why? Listen to the lyrics and you'll know why.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKrSq2YzFcL_rMFPyD3-x-f_HNIEbQytUmOXXGx04RPmSPcF9N2XQsxJw7Cs2cflyR4GfYfsJ_JRH8g4DIscqUgRyX_DlzPwOwm52eOL9JfSGyORsFqYuXkzPUVsnw9xBDU8RVNJDK5c/s1600/Boonaa+Mohammed+USM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKrSq2YzFcL_rMFPyD3-x-f_HNIEbQytUmOXXGx04RPmSPcF9N2XQsxJw7Cs2cflyR4GfYfsJ_JRH8g4DIscqUgRyX_DlzPwOwm52eOL9JfSGyORsFqYuXkzPUVsnw9xBDU8RVNJDK5c/s400/Boonaa+Mohammed+USM.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
What's up guys? Hopefully you're all well and healthy. I know I am. n_n I haven't blogged for so long but honestly, I've always been wanting to do this. I kept on thinking about this day it was like, I'm a heavy smoker and I was deprived from smoking. Imagine that. It was that bad. Haha. My hands were itching unbearably to write something in here and Thank God, I now have a reason and also the time to update it. So, what is it about this time around?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
How many of you actually know about Boonaa Mohammed? To be honest, last week was my first time hearing his name. He came to my campus a few days ago and a few days before that, I heard people talking about him. My friends kept talking about him, some random staffs from USM were talking about him, the announcement after almost every events were talking about him, it was like I went full blown crazy as if I could even hear cats purring about him. XD Okay, that's exaggerating. Haha. But <i>yeap</i>, he became a subject everyone talked about. They were saying he's a famous poet and stuffs so I took the chance to go and hear him speak. Trust me, now I know why people were so excited. The talk was definitely a fulfilling one and so, I'd love to share some of the knowledge I gained with all you. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Actually, before the talk began, we watched a movie. A movie made by the speaker himself, Boonaa Mohammed. It was an hour long movie called Tug of War. Click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUCOqguig9w">here</a> to watch the trailer if you're interested, but I don't know where you can actually watch the full movie though. So sorry about that. XD Lucky me, I got to watch it for free. Haha. It's actually about a Muslim man, Khalil who just came out of prison, turned over a new leaf and was trying to build his life back. Sadly, everyone shunned him including his parents. He lost everything but one friend, Anas. However Anas is not all good news. Long story short, these two turned into extremist Muslims due to the personal problems and were ready to fly to a place (I honestly forgot where it was) to join Muslim extremist militaries. However, something happened that they got separated. In the end, Khalil, the ex-convict went there alone, and died on the battlefield while Anas, learned more about Islam and became an advocate of Islam. The end. You could really see the blessings of our own life hidden in the scenes of this movie.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
The movie was related to the topic of the speech, I guess, that was pretty much why he chose to let the audience watch it first. Probably. Or maybe, he was just being smart, saving his energy from speaking for too long. Hmmm. Slick. =w= Oh well, when we were done watching the movie, only then Brother Boonaa gave his speech for about another hour plus, together with Q&A session. So let's see what are the meats and potatoes of his speech. n_n</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
One, although there is no such thing as terrorists prototype, or a particular mould, there is one specific trait that these people have in common. Political grievance. They see what's happening to Muslims all over the world, many are killed everyday and this makes their blood boil. "That should be the case for all of us as well but that's not the issue. The issue is, what we view as the solutions to these problems," said Boonaa. We are fundamentally opposed to anyone who uses indiscriminate violence to harm others for their political goals, in the name of religion, in the name of Islam be it ISIS, Boko Haram etc or any other groups that may come in the future.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Their rhetorics are usually based on emotions. They try to emotionally blackmail you saying stuffs like, "They slaughtered our brothers and sisters in Palestine and you are sitting here doing nothing but drinks coffee and enjoying your life? Are you not ashamed?" Heard of something like that? Or perhaps, have someone said that to you? n_n These people use their emotions as their dalil, their evidence, as a permit for them to use violence against others. They would go against their Imams, the ulama' when their ideas are challenged. They start attacking people of knowledge saying, scholars for dollars, deviated and corrupted etc while in reality, they are the ignorant ones. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Secondly, Brother Boonaa says there is a huge lack of knowledge about Islam in this world by both the non-Muslims and the Muslims. These people would take the same ayat (sentence) in the Quran and use it out of context to support their own cause. Not just them, we, the current Muslims community are also doing the same. How many of us ask questions to Syeikh Google when we are in doubt about something? Uh uh, don't lie, we all did this. n_n We take our religion from Youtube, Twitter, Facebook and funny thing is, we think our knowledge are of the same level as our scholars who have spent years learning this Deen (Islam). Funny, but true isn't it? n_n</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcA5H7PkkAErJCaTCc3SEgdcsQvj-SeWa8VNRKMnqER9SDd00JOW6aqGjjdt_lFNrq7WtjNb8fWpcZEQBRxdvqyt5c5K1GBuBM7_KJa3tTfiY6YKgDFpLNSflpFW6Az5kcjjsy1pnAxPo/s1600/Its-on-the-Internet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcA5H7PkkAErJCaTCc3SEgdcsQvj-SeWa8VNRKMnqER9SDd00JOW6aqGjjdt_lFNrq7WtjNb8fWpcZEQBRxdvqyt5c5K1GBuBM7_KJa3tTfiY6YKgDFpLNSflpFW6Az5kcjjsy1pnAxPo/s320/Its-on-the-Internet.jpg" width="320" /></a> That is a big problem. Why? Because when we think we know about Islam while in truth, we are ignorant and have misunderstood it even, we are easily persuaded into things that are incorrect. The Muslims nowadays are lacking in what Boonaa call critical thinking. We never authenticate what we saw or heard. If someone were to post a photo, "Did you know, if you say Allah Allah Allah and spin around, anti-clockwise for 40 times, you'll enter Jannah (heaven)? Signed, Muslims Fact," some of us may believe in it blindly. That's how sad we've become.</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Nowadays, we take our religion in a very weird way. Some examples, we say MasyaAllah brother, look at how long his beard is, he must be right. Or, see his turban and his robes? He must be an ulama', if you don't trust him, you'll go to hell man. Or, look at her, she's wearing purdah, wife-material bro *<i>pervy</i> laughs*. That's not Islam. We cannot believe everything people tell us just based on how they look. We have to take it upon ourselves to understand why we believe what we believe. It's not good enough that our parents tell us, he tells us, she tells us. We should investigate and learn about the matters on our own. Be critical in our thinking and don't just believe in what somebody tells you because that is the key factor in misguidance.</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Next thing is, the lacking of safe spaces. What does this mean? Brother Boonaa says, in Canada, many people are curious about Jihad however the Muslims over there are scared to even say that word. Some would not even speak about it with their kids. They are paranoid, scared that someone is listening to them and what is the effect of this? The curious people, their curious childrens now only have one options to learn about Jihad, that is through the internet. Boom. No wonder there are so many misunderstandings about the word Jihad. Therefore, to create safe spaces where people can talk freely without being scared is of utmost importance. But in Malaysia, honestly that's not much of a problem I think. Thank God. n_n</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Finally, the conclusion. Fuuuh. That was long. Let's finish this last bit. Have you ever asked yourself, "Do I care about Muslims all over the world? If I do, what have I done for their cause?" If you can answer it, Alhamdulillah. But if you can't, like me, Brother Boonaa's story may change that. A few weeks before the election in Canada last year, he made a Youtube video and openly criticised the ex-Prime Minister, Stephen Harper. The video went viral and the atmosphere was a mixture of emotions. Some Muslims were scared, some were very accepting. Then again, many people thanked him for saying all the things they were too afraid to say. Thing is, everyone keep waiting for someone to make a change but they never try to be the one who lead the change. So, what have we done to help our Ummah? The answer should never be nothing because everyone can put something to the table. And if you're questioning as to why should you help them, thinking you're also suffering in many other ways they don't, try counting the blessings you've gained in your life. n_n</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
This has been a pleasure. As I thought, I love blogging so much and I hope I'll be able to share things here for many years more. n_n Hopefully, the post has been worth the long read. I'm sorry if it gets draggy sometimes but as long as you reach this point feeling satisfied, I am more than happy. One last thing, I'll be facing my Professional Examination 2 this mid-May. What that means is, I have to pass it in order to get into my fourth year of my degree. Please, do pray for me and my friends and may one day, we will become doctors who are trustworthy and responsible enough to serve the communities. Ameen. Thank you for the kind prayers everyone. n_n<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/WsgxBzdNdR0/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WsgxBzdNdR0?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here's a video of the whole speech. Thanks to FESKI for bringing such a fantastic speaker.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-67418799859882315142015-10-30T21:41:00.000+08:002017-11-14T18:38:03.325+08:00One<div style="text-align: center;">
<div>
Magnates claimed truth but lies unfold</div>
<div>
One sent sages yet mostly were banned</div>
<div>
Many brought one true stories they told.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Mass agree, they resort to rend</div>
<div>
All obliterated for their denial</div>
<div>
Remember, foreign one began foreign it will end</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Beginning has ended Who knows the arrival</div>
<div>
Soon? Later? Perhaps when we’ve fallen?</div>
<div>
The knowledge Eternal’s search it idle.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Clemency came for each person</div>
<div>
Straight trail left, it leads to no crime</div>
<div>
Curves and corners goes to the dolent.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
O one who understands, having a hard time?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> ~Jaw~</span></i></b></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXK3CFT5E2UtKAPgpM_lqLXslV3gClkoDjqqn8aS6qBe_179NL_iRI-yvUFYsTePoPgIrjIDgD80q8KYbYinhNjZdnXF3ZRz42b_gQqR4xwtkRWnlZeglMjQUDuYM-hNF7jgWcwKTLZo/s1600/One.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXK3CFT5E2UtKAPgpM_lqLXslV3gClkoDjqqn8aS6qBe_179NL_iRI-yvUFYsTePoPgIrjIDgD80q8KYbYinhNjZdnXF3ZRz42b_gQqR4xwtkRWnlZeglMjQUDuYM-hNF7jgWcwKTLZo/s320/One.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-5808496244241331892015-10-21T22:52:00.000+08:002015-10-21T23:07:18.392+08:00Talk To Strangers - Story #1<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mPGGsrilLpAl6Q_wa4cqdsV_-S14YxPjfb-2VQPuUNnyY7XoaS6I0pxmHsn0hvSwYktbX_oT2uQicqYHLF8C_gZLfJoMc3FlWq0nIwvncU3e3YCGnrzNRgZmj7SEK4jJA4kc1UsTXzo/s1600/kindness-twain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mPGGsrilLpAl6Q_wa4cqdsV_-S14YxPjfb-2VQPuUNnyY7XoaS6I0pxmHsn0hvSwYktbX_oT2uQicqYHLF8C_gZLfJoMc3FlWq0nIwvncU3e3YCGnrzNRgZmj7SEK4jJA4kc1UsTXzo/s320/kindness-twain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Peace be upon you. Yo! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
How was your day? :) I hope it was a good one since it was a good one for me. Doktor belanja makan, <i>acano</i> tak <i>good? </i>XD </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have a few stories to share that I find quite interesting which happened to me not too long ago. However, for today, I'll write only one story since I think 'Talk To Strangers' is something I do frequently at times, it will be too long to write all of these stories in one post. Therefore, I'll separate these stories and update them another day. I hope they will be good to read and benefit you since they taught me a lot. n_n<br />
<br />
This is a story about a lady, who is a total stranger to me. We simply had the chance to talk and she is a native, a Blackfoot or Siksika in her language. That's what she told me and believe me, that's my first time I've heard them too. XD Try Googling it and you'll find out about them. I'm sure you'll notice that you know these people through movies even if you might be as clueless as I was when I first heard that name. =w=</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
~Story 1~</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Her story started when she met her ex-boyfriend. It was a happy relationship and she honestly hoped to be married to him. After a few years, they got engaged. As you might know, sex before marriage are very common nowadays *spare me the religious thought for some other time please* especially in certain countries like hers, so she and his boyfriend did it. Even until now, she still think she did the right thing because she did it out of love, not lust, and so I let her continue with her story. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
As many stories go, she got pregnant. She was really happy for it thinking they would have a family really soon. Her new family will be complete. She was happy for a while but that was when it started to go wrong. Her fiance called off the engagement. What happened to him, I never asked as she continued telling me her story. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
She said, even if her ex did her wrong, the baby did not, so she would give birth to that baby, no matter what. *orang bukan Islam pun boleh fikir macam tu, kenapalah orang kita sampai sanggup bunuh bayi?* Everyday she would talk with the baby, caress her stomach, give love to the baby but even that didn't last long. After just a few months *I'm not sure how long* she was once again tested with hardship. She had a miscarriage. I was petrified when she said that. The fact that she looked so heartbroken was enough to break my heart all the same.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Why are you telling me this miss? I'm just a stranger," I said. "I don't mind talking to strangers like you about this. In fact, it's easier. You don't judge, you just listen and you grieve with me," answered her while smiling a bit. I simply bowed and we parted on our own ways. Silent prayers for her and all mothers who suffered the same.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsS9N8aVDshdHWSa7cKX4roS9MS0FOd_E-TAo141x8IXDpowCOm9zjD4VdTvX96sgNkLDaksf5PbjKOAN5LgUQQpJjXqwcUjv6s3vq0ZbICQRH-7Yy6qgwnr9hl0OGB_Sjj-diNOjN6M/s1600/Be+Kind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsS9N8aVDshdHWSa7cKX4roS9MS0FOd_E-TAo141x8IXDpowCOm9zjD4VdTvX96sgNkLDaksf5PbjKOAN5LgUQQpJjXqwcUjv6s3vq0ZbICQRH-7Yy6qgwnr9hl0OGB_Sjj-diNOjN6M/s400/Be+Kind.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw it today and yeah. It's nice. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-82861228556184499272015-10-03T23:19:00.001+08:002015-10-04T00:30:44.612+08:00Dear GirlsAuthor's Note: You may want to listen to the song #6 in my playlist while reading this, Trevor Wesley - Chivalry Is Dead. Why? You'll understand soon enough. n_n<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u4KFFsyxB_pmk3FjKcArTHhy_4D9c2NOXAX0jCYLjy1HsROS7D5QDhJDXqgk0kPz68FUVFSSD84DS1bYnA1r-ktnZCe9nQmZ-kHUWB2TE_2ExZK8OEHxZaXcVlxFtdaID0PAG335heE/s1600/Lady%2527s+Rule+%2523105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u4KFFsyxB_pmk3FjKcArTHhy_4D9c2NOXAX0jCYLjy1HsROS7D5QDhJDXqgk0kPz68FUVFSSD84DS1bYnA1r-ktnZCe9nQmZ-kHUWB2TE_2ExZK8OEHxZaXcVlxFtdaID0PAG335heE/s320/Lady%2527s+Rule+%2523105.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Definition of 'Lady' according to Merriam-Webster Dictionary :</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
a) a woman who behaves in a polite way.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
b) a woman of high social position.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
c) a man's girlfriend.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Jaw's conclusion : a woman who's well-mannered and knows how to treat herself right and in turn rendering others to treat her the way she wants naturally(voluntarily).</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
~~~</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dear girls,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
you wear tight shirts to go on a jog, shoving your chest to everyone's face, yet when guys stare at them, you glare saying they're perverts who have nothing better to do. You forget that even girls' eyes bulge when they see you and talk behind your back. If you care that people look at your bouncy flesh when you run, why not wear something loose? Saying things like I can wear what I want and people shouldn't stare is like you having a bicycle but you never lock it and when people steal it, you blame them and say, "It's my bike. I have the right to lock it or not but they don't have the right to steal/use it." Yeah it's true but don't you think that is being less smart?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dear girls,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
you wear fit, short pants to gym, skin-coloured to boot, and when you sweat, your undies shows. Again, when a guy suddenly stares at your booty, you yell at him for looking but then, isn't it of your own doings? Don't you think to be angry is not really what you're supposed to feel at that time but to be ashamed is more appropriate. Yes, it's hot when your workout so you want to wear something comfortable. Okay, we get it but that's the price you have to pay for wearing something like that, guys and girls staring at you. Pay it if you're willing to but if not, again, wear something else that makes you feel less degraded. I mean, won't you stare if a guy walks into the gym wearing only boxers while exercising?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dear girls,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
don't you want to be a lady? To be treated in a dignified manner as you deserve? *sings*</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
"So I must open doors and make you feel like the lady you are. My momma raised me to be classy not flashy I'm happy to please you~ Girl, let a real man pick up the slack and treat you with respect, yeah." Trevor Wesley - Chivalry Is Dead</blockquote>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Not all men are dogs. A real man will treat you with respect, they won't do things that may cause you discomfort but let's get real, these men are not someone you see everyday, everywhere. Gentlemen are rare breed. However, guys will treat you right if you let them but that means, you need to know how to treat yourself right first. How you act defines how most people will act to you. So, to be treated as a queen or a slut? Your choice, ladies.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMGBaH-MAraAabrOhiga89Z9mSCNEjO2aj0s4eAwe2ze0efCLSDE-gdXr8-a9FYHNaMB54DrhvO3lf56i7vIIdaw0UXAF3lTJTV7FbkqNHL1V4jGjSjR3APUk9TpcAD8GUC6k5je6lP0/s1600/Lady%2527s+Elegance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMGBaH-MAraAabrOhiga89Z9mSCNEjO2aj0s4eAwe2ze0efCLSDE-gdXr8-a9FYHNaMB54DrhvO3lf56i7vIIdaw0UXAF3lTJTV7FbkqNHL1V4jGjSjR3APUk9TpcAD8GUC6k5je6lP0/s320/Lady%2527s+Elegance.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dear ladies,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
pardon my rudeness. I am not saying wearing tight shirts, short pants and the likes of it makes you less of a lady. If you want to wear them and you won't blame people for staring, then go ahead and wear what you like. All I'm saying is, people treat you how you point them to. Your dressings, the way you act will be enough to tell people that. And if people do as said above (staring at your body) when you are leading them to, blame yourself first instead of saying men are dogs because we can also say things like women are bitches. Sorry for the crude words, but I feel it's necessary. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc84lr5xu7IWR_0CSGS6UNAbNh3OAnMZ7RkIRvFnjVFTgLRhHwp-_xaSio93hJHUALh-z58Qdjr9gghyphenhyphen4u3PKJWG1pi-td4Wm1i3KJvX0le5qQh4G-DKTBvMnMEWDnu9pwCM7Iv3DaiIY/s1600/Lady%2527s+Rule+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc84lr5xu7IWR_0CSGS6UNAbNh3OAnMZ7RkIRvFnjVFTgLRhHwp-_xaSio93hJHUALh-z58Qdjr9gghyphenhyphen4u3PKJWG1pi-td4Wm1i3KJvX0le5qQh4G-DKTBvMnMEWDnu9pwCM7Iv3DaiIY/s320/Lady%2527s+Rule+%25236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I'm sorry if this post hurts you in anyway, tell me what's wrong with it and if you have suggestions, a better way to make the point, I'm glad to hear it so leave a comment. Take care and ciao.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
</div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-77281113628476094402015-09-22T22:40:00.004+08:002015-11-03T14:12:10.210+08:00Answers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQ3x32Triya0k3H7_p9BfB-3hAOgPPS6OzE5SzZSydxEJshM11SydMac7TXCjz8F4miDSPUEks6urPsE323_EZ36m5_7wYVduSPM7DoWPGg02ZeDPTRhq8iJsdxEPD8-62IPHZTjvDOQ/s1600/SA+Mulraney.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQ3x32Triya0k3H7_p9BfB-3hAOgPPS6OzE5SzZSydxEJshM11SydMac7TXCjz8F4miDSPUEks6urPsE323_EZ36m5_7wYVduSPM7DoWPGg02ZeDPTRhq8iJsdxEPD8-62IPHZTjvDOQ/s320/SA+Mulraney.png" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="9lt3o-0-0" data-reactid=".px.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9lt3o" style="background-color: white; color: #373e4d; direction: ltr; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; position: relative; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
A friend asked me why do I write? So here's my answer.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
It started as a childish idea, blogging was a hype back then, semua orang ada blog, tulis pasal sekolah, arguing with friends yada yada yada. Honest, I was one of them. That was how I started.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Few years passed, reading blogs like The Other Khairul and Kereta Mayat kinda changed the way I think about how a blog can be used. So mulalah langkah terkedek-kedek, bertatih whatever dalam menulis useful stuffs. But that doesn't answer the question. Jaw, tolong fokus. XD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ada orang tegur lately, kau tulis untuk sampaikan mesej ke, nak femes ke, macam mana ke? Then, you know what happens next. Sesi ceramah about niat berjam-jam which even until now is still ongoing, every week and I'm really thankful for that. Ada juga orang tegur about photos and stuffs. I get quite a number of reminders from total strangers and friends alike.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
That's the answer. This is why I write. Dengan menulis, orang akan tengok kau, so in a way it makes you conscious of what you do. Nak buat jahat pun beringatlah sikit jadinya. Probably. And another thing, orang akan keep on saying things to you, bad and good but whichever it is, it helps push you to keep on improving. Walaupun yang kurang menyenangkan tu sangat meruntun hati kekadang, tapi ku gagahkan jua. Ewah.</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ada juga tanya, kenapa nak set status public? Mencapab la tu. </div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="68ah9-0-0" data-reactid=".px.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$68ah9" style="background-color: white; color: #373e4d; direction: ltr; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; position: relative; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dqOMExa5F0Ww0K4jBvqTz0g1lBN8sEsxYsjyIW3yaggjmT4dp19g7ZmA0Z7il4m8lDHEZlHS407B2Ee4uNh70aAbpDG3jNUndyPtEg6ttPhQHU53vJLn6dtKWK7h_U5VeiNRjfXqh64/s1600/Why+I+Write.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dqOMExa5F0Ww0K4jBvqTz0g1lBN8sEsxYsjyIW3yaggjmT4dp19g7ZmA0Z7il4m8lDHEZlHS407B2Ee4uNh70aAbpDG3jNUndyPtEg6ttPhQHU53vJLn6dtKWK7h_U5VeiNRjfXqh64/s320/Why+I+Write.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Again, an honest answer dudes and babes, kekadang tu memang ada, but when that happens, I never click post. Tunggu a few days, bila niat tu rasa dah betul, baru post balik. And sungguh tak tipu, I have people, total strangers, who reads my statuses, my blogs and sometimes they would PM me to say thanks. Most of them would say things like, keep on writing bro. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
So niat kat sini, nak ajak dear friends, jom tulis benda-benda yang berguna. Tak perlu panjang macam ni pun. Because you never know, random people might read your statuses, blogs etc, and who knows, it may help them with their problems. Maka, jadilah satu kebaikan buat korang, walaupun mungkin time tu korang terbongkang tidur atas katil. n_n </div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Adios amigos. Ciao.</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="5fh23-0-0" data-reactid=".px.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$5fh23" style="background-color: white; color: #373e4d; direction: ltr; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; position: relative; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span data-offset-key="5fh23-0-0" data-reactid=".px.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$5fh23.0:$5fh23-0-0"><b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-78763677651489447182014-10-05T11:15:00.000+08:002014-10-06T10:41:16.431+08:00Kenapa Hari Raya Korban Dalam Islam Tidak Kejam (Logik, Ringkas)<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYojWbReI-FvejIs0LHqCyeWpf-TY1p6KBHYsF3Vl-ukaTVNmqxEPWpEZOMkoUBi24cHdZ4jG3LaF1QqXK4cL3Mg4hTFbluN485LW4jVroZEOtaf1XlwyekHUh4OXkK2AwKK-llOu9BXc/s1600/aidiladha_39X.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYojWbReI-FvejIs0LHqCyeWpf-TY1p6KBHYsF3Vl-ukaTVNmqxEPWpEZOMkoUBi24cHdZ4jG3LaF1QqXK4cL3Mg4hTFbluN485LW4jVroZEOtaf1XlwyekHUh4OXkK2AwKK-llOu9BXc/s1600/aidiladha_39X.png" height="192" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Yo. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Semalam saya sempat berbual-bual di Fb dengan beberapa orang Kristian dan juga atheis mengenai Hari Raya Korban umat Islam. Ada yang mempersoalkan dan tak kurang juga yang mengutuk sambutan tersebut. </div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Selamat membunuh binatang wahai sahabat Islam. Ritual yang tidak disenangi oleh kaum lain tapi menjadi kebanggaan oleh Jihadist. Tuhan mereka sentiasa kehausan darah sebab itu mereka (Islam) suka bunuh membunuh." -<a href="https://www.facebook.com/MurtadsInMalaysiaAndSingapore">Murtads in Malaysia and Singapore</a></div>
</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Marah? Eloklah kalau anda like page tu dan pergi jelaskan pada orang-orang di situ dengan sebaiknya. :) That page needs more tolerant and knowledgeable Muslims to explain things to them. Mereka akan guna sains, politik, falsafah dan macam-macam lagi untuk merendahkan Islam. Kalau ada yang pakar dalam bidang-bidang ni, bagus juga kalau boleh bantu saudara-saudari seagama kita yang sedang berusaha membetulkan persepsi buruk terhadap Islam. Bersatu teguh, bercerai roboh. <i>Ye idok? </i>XD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Here are a few logical reasons I can think of which hopefully will open the eyes of anyone who thinks korban is nothing but violations of animal rights.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<ol>
<li>Binatang yang bakal dikorbankan akan dijaga sebaik mungkin. Diberi makan dan minum yang cukup juga dipastikan sihat dan tidak cacat.</li>
<li>Binatang tersebut perlu mencapai had umur yang ditetapkan. Tidak boleh terlampau muda atau tua. Contoh bagi lembu dan kambing, umurnya telah sampai dua ke tiga tahun.</li>
<li>Binatang tersebut perlu disembelih dengan pisau yang tajam supaya dapat mempercepatkan kematiannya. </li>
<li>Setiap hasil daripada binatang korban tersebut, kulit, daging, organ dalaman, tulang dan lain-lain digunakan sepenuhnya tanpa pembaziran. Tidak seperti korban dalam ritual-ritual lain dimana binatang tersebut dibakar atau lain-lain tanpa memberi hasil kepada sesiapa. i.e. Holocaust.</li>
<li>Daging-daging tersebut akan dibahagikan mengikut tuan dan akan disedekahkan kepada orang-orang miskin, dibuat jamuan untuk orang ramai dan juga untuk makanan sendiri. Bukankah itu satu kebaikan? </li>
<li>Bilangan binatang yang dikorbankan hanya mengikut bilangan orang yang ingin berkorban dan mampu melakukan serta membayarnya. Bermakna tidak ada binatang yang disembelih sia-sia tanpa ada yang menginginkannya. </li>
</ol>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Lagipun, saya rasa kalau nak berlebihan mengutuk Islam dalam bab ni, bukankah setiap hari juga memang banyak binatang yang disembelih untuk memenuhi pasaran daging di seluruh dunia? Kalau tak, mana nak dapat bacon, ham dan macam-macam lagi? Eh lupa. Kerbau pendek tak ada leher kira sembelih juga ke? Hehe. XD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Korban dalam Islam ini bukanlah persembahan seperti ini: <br />
Situasi 1: "Allah, inilah korbanku. Harap kau suka dan tidak menurunkan bala kepada aku."<br />
Atau,<br />
Situasi 2: "Allah, ini korban kami. Hapuskan musuh-musuh kami."<br />
It is actually more of,<br />
Situasi 3: "Allah, terima kasih kerana memberi rezeki yang banyak kepadaku maka dengannya aku mampu berkorban (baca:bersedekah) pada tahun ini sebagai tanda bersyukur terhadapmu."<br />
<br />
Hari Raya Korban dalam Islam sebenarnya lebih kepada untuk mengajar umatnya supaya tidak berlebihan dalam menyayangi harta mereka dan cinta kepada Allah yakni Tuhan Yang Satu itu lebih utama. Dengan berkorban sedikit daripada harta mereka diharapkan dapat memberi rahmat kepada diri sendiri dan juga orang lain. Well, shortly, that's it. Nak pergi beraya pula ni. Hehe. Take care brothers and sisters dan selamat berhari raya. Makan tu jangan sampai tak ingat dunia. XD</div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_140384437"></span><span id="goog_140384438"></span></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-68163426265950283162014-10-04T16:58:00.002+08:002014-10-04T17:56:52.129+08:00Sense of Superiority<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRj1MiiN7ujBqQsy2g59s4R5VJ6REyZ4YaiI0GgtukBY_Jn14Tvi8o_IMCe5dgYeOKsmFKlz5NScpX5pKVpE0DERRWKdPT6zUp4QOzPezzARLrnKMRh3DT-Wd9BJS4c14W01KS3ug7IpI/s1600/arrogance-quote-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRj1MiiN7ujBqQsy2g59s4R5VJ6REyZ4YaiI0GgtukBY_Jn14Tvi8o_IMCe5dgYeOKsmFKlz5NScpX5pKVpE0DERRWKdPT6zUp4QOzPezzARLrnKMRh3DT-Wd9BJS4c14W01KS3ug7IpI/s1600/arrogance-quote-13.jpg" height="211" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
Peace be upon you.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
A few weeks ago, I received my scholarship. Praise be to God. (Happy) I remembered when I was in first year, the scholarship for 3 critical courses, Medicine, Dentistry and Pharmacy will definitely be given to the new students who were offered these courses. That was 3 years ago. And just this year, this condition is no longer applied and students who were offered these courses are no longer considered special and they have to compete with the others for scholarship.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Then the talks spread. "Medical student should be given priority man. We worked hard to get here." More, "I feel so neglected now. I had to bust my ass during foundation, went to interviews, managed to get offered, but I'm the same as the others? S***". More, "Dentistry is not cheap. I've been burning the candle at both ends trying to get scholarship and they don't even care. FFF---".</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
To tell you the truth, I once had the same feeling. The sense of being superior than the others. It's not obvious, but it's definitely there. Many of these students are not arrogant but, being human, they just can't avoid it. I wonder if there's anyone who really can avoid feeling superior even this subtle.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
For me it's normal to feel that way, but it's not normal to continue feeling that way once you have realised it. Sense of superiority is an insidious notion. It eats you to the very core, really slowly, it grows, and once you passed the threshold, I don't even know what will happen.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/HNMNQZFIyeI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This video has a very good ending. If you don't feel like watching the whole video, skip to timeline 3:40<span style="font-size: x-small;">. </span></div>
<span id="goog_1874984484"></span><span id="goog_1874984485"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is only one example very close to me. I bet all of you have at least one near you. Perhaps 'very' near. </div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
"Rezeki Tuhan bagi, kita jangan sombong. Mendapat sesuatu itu rezeki, tak dapat sesuatu, itu juga rezeki. Jangan ingat kita sahaja yang berusaha keras (kononnya) dan geng-geng kursus lain tu sememangnya kurang layak berbanding kita. Tuhan sahaja tahu, mungkin mereka jauh lebih kuat berusaha daripada kita." - Anonymous</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I think this is very true. Thank God this insight were given to me by a brother and I hope to make more notice this because it feels too right that we often ignored it. Even if it's hard, at the very least, let us try our best to clean our heart of ego.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-18596426271709382672014-09-13T00:02:00.000+08:002015-11-03T14:17:03.586+08:00Heaven And Hell (My Story)<div style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8fGR-9DZDjsRU_6keCmseUA8v6DIjDFooaJLJ__qbSEGS8iyh8GJjrP_8Q7x4IzwMBvAySj6MmEeSRAv1dcSNKN3ElNmyXb0lrKag0KlNQMlmBKjL3TdX2ZCF9T10-N21wJzm-vm_H8/s1600/heaven_and_hell1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8fGR-9DZDjsRU_6keCmseUA8v6DIjDFooaJLJ__qbSEGS8iyh8GJjrP_8Q7x4IzwMBvAySj6MmEeSRAv1dcSNKN3ElNmyXb0lrKag0KlNQMlmBKjL3TdX2ZCF9T10-N21wJzm-vm_H8/s1600/heaven_and_hell1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hello and peace be upon you dear readers. It's been a few months since I last wrote anything on this blog and now I feel kind of rusty. Anyway, I hope you're in good health and happy wherever you are. As for me, I'm back in hostel and trust me, the only thing I miss about this place is it's fast Wi-fi connection. Haha. But still, I'm thankful for I can finally update my blog. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've been studying away from home for quite a number of years, more or less about 6 years now and staying home during holidays were never boring for me. Among all things I do during my holidays, there is one thing that I never missed in any of it. Reading. People asked me how can you keep doing that after all these years (it's not that long, LOL). Well, my answer is simple. Reading is inspiring. And I'm going to share with you one of the inspirations I got during my recent holiday.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Have you ever heard of the book Have A Little Faith by Mitch Albom? It's a very nice book talking about the lives of two Men of God and how they, leading a simple life but managed to create a great community (and it's a true story). Being a Muslim, all the books I've ever read of this kind or genre are stories of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), about his friends, about famous Muslim scholars etc. I am ashamed for being so narrow-minded. This book certainly changes the way I think about Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism and other religions therefore leading me to rethink about the concept of afterlife and of heaven and hell.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Back in the year 2000, I remember being taught that Muslims go to heaven no matter how bad they are as long as they have even as much as a tiny speck of iman (faith) and all the non-Muslims will go to hell no matter how much good they do because they don't have iman. Of course there are other things such as purgatory etc but that can wait. At that time, I questioned nothing and I accepted it blindly. Just as my friends did, just as many other Muslims of my age did.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
However, reaching the age where I can think rationally, how can I accept that? It feels so unfair. I was questioning myself how can Allah (God) be so cruel? How can He do that to His own creations? I understand it if He punishes the wrong-doer but why punish the good non-Muslims too? But please be reminded, even though I have this kind of questions, not even once have I doubted Him or my religion. It's just that these questions lingered in my mind for a few years, unanswerable until fairly recently.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got interested in religious books (not limited to Muslim books only). I listen to tazkirah (preaches) more often. I listen to non-Muslims debates and preaches too. And I talked to everyone, Muslims and non-Muslims about my beliefs and their beliefs. After some time, I know a bit more about different religions. The questions I had were answered by many of those books, people, videos etc and the answer is actually pretty simple. Allah (God) is the Judge and we, the creations, cannot judge as He does. We cannot say this guy's bad, he will definitely go to hell, this guy's good, no worries for him, he'll definitely reach heaven. Simply said, let Allah (God) do His job, we do ours', that is to please Him by doing good to everyone and avoid doing anything He forbids.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
" '...Our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die.'<br />
But ho do you know it's the day before you die? I asked.<br />
He raised his eyebrows.<br />
'Exactly.' "</blockquote>
As far as my limited knowledge allows, I don't think there is anyone who walks on this Earth and judge every single person he meets. "Hell, heaven, hell, hell, heaven..." If there is, I think the first one he should judge is himself. Remember, don't judge a person by his past or his present for he might change for the better in the near future and you might turn for the worst. Who knows.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/fqZpNj76HtI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
To conclude, do not worry about questioning your own religion because that is how you learn and I believe it strengthens your faith too. Learn to tolerate with others and help everyone no matter who they are. And here is a video for my friends who might be wondering what Islam has to say about this matter. Enjoy. That's all for tonight.Thanks for reading. Ciao.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b>Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-61419183590202446842014-05-27T17:39:00.000+08:002014-07-06T21:55:39.967+08:00Naif<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Hey guys. Peace be upon you. Wohoho. It's a cold night here in Kelantan. Thank God. All praises to Him since the drought has ended... I think. Anyway, this post here is... I don't know how to name it, it's not a pantun, sajak, seloka or whatever. Maybe I'll call this a story that rhymes*most of the time*? LOL. Anyway, it's based on a real life experience. Not mine alone, as I wrote this using many points of view. I'm not sure if the message can reach you or not but anyway, please enjoy it. n_n</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSz6RwDn9tORYPRxk2-1qSOo3vyifc2lDq5H5VVldiQT0QhGwktM135GR1V8c5qMaRSHsEJ0YBQ6FvPQH2skBaXE_D4OQHMsqeFebEoxWACcq4WwCz1qQlx6z6HfOMlNS96Yz-cAHGWQY/s1600/Naive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSz6RwDn9tORYPRxk2-1qSOo3vyifc2lDq5H5VVldiQT0QhGwktM135GR1V8c5qMaRSHsEJ0YBQ6FvPQH2skBaXE_D4OQHMsqeFebEoxWACcq4WwCz1qQlx6z6HfOMlNS96Yz-cAHGWQY/s1600/Naive.jpg" height="299" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Seorang remaja mula mengenal dunia. Penuh dengan pancaroba tapi tak kurang juga bahagia. Hmm. Ironis sungguh, suka dalam duka dan sebaliknya. Awal hidupnya cuma bahagia. Apa diminta diberi semua biarpun ada kurangnya. Haha. Masih hijau kata orang-orang tua. Masakan dia mengenal duka hidup di negara nan bahagia. Ya ke? Satu persoalan kini bermain di benak fikirannya. Nampak benar naifnya dia.</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Namun, peristiwa-peristiwa suka dan duka bertambah, dirinya kian dewasa. Begitu banyak perkara yang dialaminya. Namun yang paling dia benci adalah kebenaran yang berselirat dengan dusta. Tapi, bukankah itu biasa dalam hidup di dunia? Setahunya, kebenaran satu cuma. Mana mungkin petak dipanggil bulat.Jika satu benar, satu lagi harusnya dusta. Tapi kata orang, lain perspektif lain lihatnya. Hmm. Benar juga. Lalu bagaimana?</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sangkanya sudah masak dengan dunia, kini baru disengat bisa. Lihat di sini dan di sana. Penipuan merata-rata. Jauh lihat di sana, lupa pula yang dekat dengannya. Rasa sudah boleh percaya, muncul pula orang ketiga. Cerita dibawa ke telinga, lain benar dari yang pertama. Awalnya sudah dia tetapkan, sini baik, jahat di sana. Kini terpusing sepenuhnya. Menipu agaknya mereka semua. Jahat sungguh mereka. Marah akan tetapi terasa lucu pula. Haha. Dia juga sering memakai 'topeng' untuk menutup cacat-cela. Jadi, dia pun jahat juga?</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Kini dia antara dua. Perlukah dia percaya atau menidakkannya? Jika percaya, harus pada siapa? Si satu atau si dua? Jika dipilih si satu, adakah si dua terluka? Jika dipilih si dua, apa pula jadinya? Jika tidak percaya keduanya, sakitkah hati mereka? Bukankah untuk memberi kepercayaan itu milik mutlaknya? Lihatlah wahai sahabat, akan kebingungannya.<br />
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bukan dia tidak mahu percaya. Dia cuma seorang yang sedang pusing kepala. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai sahabatnya. Disangka kawan rupanya musuh yang punya sengketa. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai teman baiknya. Disangka kenal sebenar-benar kenal rupanya lakonan semata-mata. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai sesiapa. Disangka itu jahat, rupanya itu baik-baik sahaja. Benar juga pepatah Mat Panjang, jangan menilai buku melalui kulitnya. Maafkan dirinya kerana tersalah dan tersilap, bukannya sengaja. Buat pengajaran kita semua. Orang pandai belajar daripada kesilapannya, tapi orang yang bijak belajar daripada kesalahan orang di sekelilingnya.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
</div>
</div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-38927627504607187862014-05-09T06:59:00.001+08:002014-05-09T06:59:50.294+08:00Aku Seorang Pelajar Perubatan<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
Hey guys. Peace be upon you. Ahhh, I feel so sleepy. I just slept for a while in the evening and stayed up the whole night decorating a hall for an event this morning. I bet I'll fall asleep right away even before the speech starts. LOL. Anyway, this post is actually a poem written by me. It has been in draft for a long time and it was supposed to stay as draft for a bit longer. However, since a friend of mine is going to interview for medical course in USM tomorrow, this poem is posted. It's not 100% finished actually but for now, let's make do with it. Enjoy. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div>
<a name='more'></a><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Aku Seorang Pelajar Perubatan</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, kopi selalu jadi peneman,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
biskut kering jadi kawan, itu pun sedap buat makan.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, masakan ibu asyik di ingatan,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
ingat rumah ingat makanan, dikumpul cuti dalam setahun pun cuma sebulan.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, jadual penuh dari pagi ke petang,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
balik rumah jarang-jarang, sekali dah cuti lepak memanjang.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, nota tak diberi katanya <i>adult learning</i>,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
apa nak baca aku dah pening, main <i>game</i> lagi <i>happening</i>.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, buku banyak tak terbaca,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
nota kuliah setinggi meja, akhirnya jadi hiasan sahaja.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, kuliah sekalipun tiada ulangan,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
setiap hari bertambah bilangan, belajar <i>last minute </i>diamal jangan.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, dimarahi doktor jadi rutin,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
tak boleh nak jawab apa tu fibronectin, senyum saja bila jumpa di kantin.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, dimarahi pesakit satu kebiasaan,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
kata-kata sinis jadi makanan, ingatkan kawan-kawan buat pengajaran.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, kononnya jadi doktor gaji tak kalah,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
wahai sahabat ketahuilah, tanggapan kamu itu sangat salah.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, masuk medik nak dapat nama,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
jadi doktor harap nak <i>glamour,</i> jatuhku tidak mahu kamu bersama.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Aku seorang pelajar perubatan, belajar tak minat pun cuma lima enam tahun,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
fikirkan pula gelaran doktor sinun, hidup terseksa sepanjang kurun.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-27048085043847992072014-04-22T22:29:00.000+08:002014-04-23T15:44:39.788+08:00Jesus : A Muslim's View<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tsxE_atYn514EzeSiVt6lu0-n9069z6E9oMex6AGYXjm_RhY5g1rXq5hWCrAtSA6qncB3Mg69TpPn-czxn8CNOSChyBSP3EFeY7QELncvWvHGFMFxNjkOwnVXcu39P3NEB9uMbJRpIA/s1600/Family+of+Mary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tsxE_atYn514EzeSiVt6lu0-n9069z6E9oMex6AGYXjm_RhY5g1rXq5hWCrAtSA6qncB3Mg69TpPn-czxn8CNOSChyBSP3EFeY7QELncvWvHGFMFxNjkOwnVXcu39P3NEB9uMbJRpIA/s1600/Family+of+Mary.jpg" height="492" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
Peace be upon you. Yo! n_n What's up man? *bump fists* Sorry. Terpengaruh dengan <i>sorang</i> kawan dari Amerika. Hehe. You see, a few weeks ago, or maybe a month ago, a girl requested me for this article. Specifically she said to write about, "why Allah is the real God and not Jesus." I guess I'm just too scared to write it, it took me so long to finish it. However, I sincerely believe that I need to take care writing this sensitive issue. Tak nak menyakitkan hati kawan-kawan Kristian. They have their rights in their believe, therefore I changed the title a bit just as you can see above. Oh by the way, this post may sound a bit weird to Muslims. This is simply because I originally wrote this for a Christian friend. Layan <i>je la eh.</i> Hehe.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
As the title says, I would focus more on Muslims believe as I don’t want to be seen as trying to attack Christianity *I really am not trying to*. I’ll be using more Quranic verses more than I use the Bible verses simply because Quran is something very near to me and Bible is not something I should be using lightly because I never studied Bible from a Christian so I may misinterpret. I am quite sure you've never read the Quran and most probably, you don't even believe in it, but since this is a Muslim's point of view, I think it's only right to use the Islamic Holy Scripture. Harap pembaca yang beragama Kristian tak kisah. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Let me start with an introduction of Jesus Christ in Muslims’ eyes. Some Christians made mistakes by claiming Muslims hate Jesus. I can assure you that this is definitely not true. As a matter of fact, a Muslim is not a true believer until he believes in the prophethood of Jesus and his miracles. That’s where Muslims and Christians normally can’t see eye to eye. In Islam, Jesus is a prophet of God, but in Christianity, he is God himself. Kepada yang Muslim, anda perlu tahu bahawa Jesus termasuk dalam <b>Trinity</b> dan <b>Trinity</b> bukan bermaksud kepercayaan kepada tiga Tuhan tetapi satu Tuhan. You may want to read more on Athanasian Creed.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNr4mDUZQv9NGv0NjrDmKlQMRu1RC290BDvRH3czCs7An2lLobMROWBmoRYnZ7_rHuEm011tfRx5xaRjqBTKx4It0rqXKmfF6FOEG-elbMX4_u2dBcjZxaoEf1WkZym2YmllreG5ekqls/s1600/Shield-Trinity-Scutum-Fidei-English.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNr4mDUZQv9NGv0NjrDmKlQMRu1RC290BDvRH3czCs7An2lLobMROWBmoRYnZ7_rHuEm011tfRx5xaRjqBTKx4It0rqXKmfF6FOEG-elbMX4_u2dBcjZxaoEf1WkZym2YmllreG5ekqls/s1600/Shield-Trinity-Scutum-Fidei-English.svg.png" height="288" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dear readers, I’m sure you are familiar with the name Isa, son of Maryam (Mary) *not the same person as Isaiah*. That’s the name of Jesus in Al-Quran. For your information, Jesus is one of the great prophets of God, called the Ulul Azmi together with Abraham, Moses, Noah and Muhammad. These five prophets are specials because they are very patient in everything that God tested them with and they are very patient in spreading <u><span style="color: #660000;"><b>Islamic teachings</b></span></u>. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yup. That’s what I said. Islamic teachings. In Islam, we Muslims believe that every prophets such as Adam, John the Baptist, David, Noah, etc, including Jesus, they all taught the same thing which is, there is only one God and He is Allah the Almighty. Praise Him and worship Him alone.</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“Your God is one God; there is no one worthy of worship except Him, the Compassionate, the Merciful.” Al-Baqarah, 2;163</blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“Indeed! Unbelievers are those who say: ‘Allah is the Messiah, the son of Mary.’ But the Messiah himself said: ‘O Children of Israel, worship Allah, my Lord and your Lord…” Al-Maidah, 5;72 </blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Here is what Jesus said in the Bible,</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments [is], Hear O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord.” Mark: 12;29 </blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
The same thing is said in Deuteronomy: 6;4, which I believe, to show that it is very significant. If you are being true to yourself my Christian friends, you should know and understand that these messages are the same. So basically, both Islam and Christianity is a monotheistic religion. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Another thing is, you need to know that Muslims have no trouble believing in Jesus miraculous birth, he speaks while he is still a baby, he can rise up the dead, heal the lepers, cure the blinds etc but still, ultimately we believe all of that is possible only through the will of Allah. If Allah does not permits it, Jesus, Muhammad and all the other prophets will be unable to perform all the miracles. All in all, for Muslims, Jesus is a great prophet, we love him, but no matter what, we understand that he is only a mortal man who serves Allah. Nothing more, nothing less.</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“(Remember) when Allah said: O Jesus, son of Mary, remember the favour I have bestowed on you and your mother: how I strengthened you with the Holy Spirit (Gabriel), so that you spoke to people while (yet a child) in the cradle, and in the prime of manhood; how I gave you instruction in reading and writing (the Scripture), and in wisdom, including the Taurat (Torah) and the Injil (Gospel); and (remember) how by My leave you fashioned from clay, as it were, the shape of a bird and then you breathed into it so that, by My leave, it became a living bird; and (remember) how by My leave, you healed the blind man and the leper; and (remember) by My leave you restored the dead to life; and (remember) how I prevented the Children of Israel from killing you when you brought them clear signs (miracles); and those of them who disbelieved said: ‘This is nothing but clear magic.’” Al-Maidah, 5;110</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Extras:</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
1. There is a chapter by the name Mary, dedicated to mother of Jesus in Al-Quran. In this chapter, you can read the stories of Zechariah and birth of his son John the Baptist, story about Mary and miraculous birth of Jesus, and many more. I seriously suggest you to read it. </div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“Those who say: ‘The Compassionate (God) has begotten a son’, certainly preach such a monstrous falsehood, that the very heavens might crack, the earth might cleave asunder and the mountains might crumble to pieces at their ascribing a son to the Compassionate (God). It is not befitting to the Compassionate (God) that He should beget a son.” Mary, 19;88-92</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
2. The story of crucifixion of Jesus. Muslims believe that Jews hate him and tried to crucify him but Allah saved him from the evil Sadducees and Pharisess and took him to the heaven.</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“They even say: ‘We have killed the Messiah, Jesus, son of Mary, the prophet of Allah.’ Whereas in fact, neither did they kill him nor did they crucify him but they thought they did because the matter was made dubious for them. Those who differ therein are only in doubt. They have no real knowledge, they follow nothing but merely a conjecture, certainly they did not kill him (Jesus). Nay! The fact is Allah took him up to Himself. Allah is Mighty, Wise.” An-Nisa, 4;157-158</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Untuk menjawab secara ringkas soalan sahabat saya tersebut mengenai '<span style="text-align: justify;">why Allah is the real God and not Jesus', kami orang Islam percaya yang Tuhan cuma satu. He begets not nor is He begotten. Dan tiada siapa yang menyerupai-Nya.</span> Jesus telah dilahirkan oleh Mary dan dia juga menyerupai manusia biasa, makan, minum, tidur dan lain-lain maka, kami mengatakan dia bukanlah Tuhan kerana sebab-sebab tersebut. This is the end of my post but let me summarise the important points again.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
1. Muslims do not hate Jesus, they love him.<br />
2. A Muslim is not a true Muslim until he or she believes in the miracles of Jesus.<br />
3. In Islam, Jesus is a prophet of God, a mortal man.<br />
4. All prophets including Jesus taught one thing, <span style="text-align: justify;">there is only one God and He is Allah the Almighty. Praise Him and worship Him alone.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: justify;">5. There are stories of Jesus in Al-Quran and Muslims favour these over the stories in the Bible.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: justify;">6. Muslims believe that Jesus did not die on the cross as Allah saved him from the Jews.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: justify;">7. Jesus menyerupai manusia makanya dia bukan Tuhan menurut Islam.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b>Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-15079541231832460302014-04-03T19:42:00.001+08:002014-04-03T19:42:26.566+08:00Blessing or Plight<div style="text-align: center;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMl0u-eZ_rGiOgUKQFdJRy3sf_xs9fJwqutUl8KTqZ6JnX96cEvh3G20EDDYfrHdza8GyRth1gQBWZ_0bfqa8Q-XmsnOFwALwiygjWOr-wiHxiwmpQyGXsX3u0kwe6dUOFP40oJIIq64/s1600/GriechTheater2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMl0u-eZ_rGiOgUKQFdJRy3sf_xs9fJwqutUl8KTqZ6JnX96cEvh3G20EDDYfrHdza8GyRth1gQBWZ_0bfqa8Q-XmsnOFwALwiygjWOr-wiHxiwmpQyGXsX3u0kwe6dUOFP40oJIIq64/s1600/GriechTheater2.PNG" height="233" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amphitheatre</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
A speck of dust born into infinity</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Hardly significant however noteworthy</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Yet rushed with sensations cold and hearty</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Coalitions form precipitating entity.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Extended is the red string of fate</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In quest of ostensible soulmate</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
King of kings often forgotten in the crusade</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Muse upon it lest degrade.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The king encounters queens of night</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Shine they will but rather too bright</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Darkness perish in the flurries of light</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Howbeit one wonders a blessing or a plight?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Ultimately no more than a chick</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sovereign set the stage for the last click</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Better ready for the eleventh tick </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Amphitheatre permanently erected brick by brick.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-17367123802751956592014-03-29T01:17:00.002+08:002014-04-22T20:01:48.554+08:00Wanita Perlu Jaga Rupa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Fwyjv2AQGYU8ODgGM2yogWW5mORFBjqBe1omOMtR8ra183rjnoj2YSHmnhFxvtbsqQtQsL-pEcc71PW2dlLLUYmsid2ESuPVqywjSBmK6V_kPLEeS0fJC456TewcpU5MpQUePpp004/s1600/plato+beauty.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Fwyjv2AQGYU8ODgGM2yogWW5mORFBjqBe1omOMtR8ra183rjnoj2YSHmnhFxvtbsqQtQsL-pEcc71PW2dlLLUYmsid2ESuPVqywjSBmK6V_kPLEeS0fJC456TewcpU5MpQUePpp004/s1600/plato+beauty.png" height="206" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Peace be upon you. Yo everyone. <i>Waddap</i>? I'm doing great, really great. Hope you're the same. Walaupun baru <i>jugak </i><b>update </b>sebenarnya, tapi terasa macam nak <i>jugak</i> <b>update </b>sementara idea tengah <b>fresh. </b>I just hope you guys will enjoy reading this. Maaflah sebab bahasanya mungkin kedengaran kasar sikit, campur dengan bahasa rojak sikit. XD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Mula-mula sekali nak cakap, aku tulis ni bukan nak memburukkan sesiapa. 100% jujur, ikhlas untuk bagi idea <i>kat </i><b>girls,</b> betapa pentingnya jaga rupa. Banyak kali dah bersembang pasal ni dengan kawan-kawan perempuan yang lain, dan kebanyakkannya cop aku miang, gatal dan yang sewaktu dengannya lepas diskusi-diskusi tersebut selesai. <i>Aiseh</i>, ada kelas. Diskusi kau. XD Terus terang cakap, aku tak kisah orang kata apa, aku tahu aku nak bini lawa <i>jugak. </i>Haha. Tapi, sebelum <i>korang</i> cop, "Mamat ni miang <i>ah, </i><b>etc", </b>bagilah <i>can</i> dulu kepada hamba untuk menjelaskan. Boleh <i>noh</i>? <i>Maseh</i>. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Jadinya, kongsi pengalaman dulu boleh <i>kot.</i> Pada suatu hari, *ewah* aku tengah lepak-lepak <i>kat</i> <b>lab,</b> <i>tetiba</i> ada <i>sorang</i> kawan perempuan aku ni tanya soalan luar alam. Langsung tak ada kena mengena dengan konteks pembelajaran. Lari terus macam Usain Bolt pecut 100 meter. Ok, itu mengarut. XD Sambung balik, buatnya <i>dok</i> dalam makmal Biologi, boleh dia tanya dengan muka <b>innocent</b>, "Kau suka perempuan macam mana?" Pap. Kaku sekejap. Apa aku nak jawab ni? Jawab nak yang lawa, <i>kang</i> semua <b>dub</b> aku miang. Jawab nak yang muslimah, <i>mangai, </i>bunyi macam <i>kerek pulak</i>. Haha. Tapi, yang menariknya, logik aku, si budak belasan tahun masa tu, buat aku lagi rela dikata miang daripada kerek. Aku jawab, "Aku nak yang lawa, sejuk mata memandang, senang hati aku melayan." <i>Korang</i> tahulah <b>consequence</b> selepas tu. Tebal muka entah berapa lama menahan orang kata aku lelaki gatal. <i>Gua</i> miang? Come on <i>la</i> sisters. Untung aku jawab jujur, <i>korang </i>tanya orang lain, gerenti dia jawab, "<b>I</b> suka yang macam <b>you." </b>Eww, tolonglah. Haha.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Some girls still think of me like that. Lelaki miang, jangan didekati kalau tak nak miang melekat. Haha. Jadi terasa nak tulis <i>kat</i> sini, apa definisi lawa bagi aku, dan apa maksud aku dengan, "Aku nak yang lawa, sejuk mata memandang, senang hati aku melayan." Let met start with the 'lawa' definition. Amaran, kau jangan kata "Tak sama pun macam dalam kamus<i>.</i>" Fyuu, <b>'flying kiss'</b> hinggap di pipi nanti. LEL. Definisi sendiri ni. Haha. Lawa atau cantik ni, bagi aku, maksud dia, sesuatu yang bila kita tengok, rasa senang hati. Kau tengok tandas bersih, kau senang hati. Apa kau kata? "Lawa tandas ni." Haha. Tak ke? Dush, mengapakah tandas juga yang menjadi contoh kau Jaw? *monolog dalaman XD* <b><i>K</i> fine. </b>Contoh elok sikitlah. Tengok taman, <i>korang</i> rasa senang hati. Bunyi burung berkicauan keriangan, bunyi cengkerik sesekali memecah kesunyian. Berbumbungkan langit biru, ku lena dalam pelukan angin yang menghembus dingin. <i>Ewah.</i> Apa <i>korang </i>kata? "Lawa taman ni." Haha. Rasanya cukup terang dah penjelasan yang diberi. Basically, I define everything that is nice to see as 'lawa'. Senang, mudah, indah, apa ke jadah. Eh? As simple as that. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4_N8qQYe2QVM4Eclb3svkW6h_ucR95sJmwXb63M-L6-kPQpYG8-t_dxUGYhWmc0bU27VrJTvMyTyier7NSdOutbMoY31vqNWwd0GKVPcex8EezEYrtjzeS_T0cXRfEVSfxeE-0nbwA/s1600/Hourglassb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4_N8qQYe2QVM4Eclb3svkW6h_ucR95sJmwXb63M-L6-kPQpYG8-t_dxUGYhWmc0bU27VrJTvMyTyier7NSdOutbMoY31vqNWwd0GKVPcex8EezEYrtjzeS_T0cXRfEVSfxeE-0nbwA/s1600/Hourglassb.jpg" height="246" width="320" /></a></div>
Kemudian, pasal "Aku nak yang lawa, sejuk mata memandang, senang hati aku melayan." Ayat ni serius mudah untuk disalahfahami oleh orang-orang yang prejudis terhadap saya. Haha. If you know me, you'll understand that I mean no harm. <i>Takde</i> <b>itchy-itchy</b> <i>punya. </i>Aku cuma nak perempuan yang lawa di mata sendiri, bila tengok dia, hilang rasa letih <b>and all</b> dan <b>end up</b> aku rasa senang hati <i>je</i> nak melayan kerenah si dia. That's what I meant. Namun, masih ada<i> </i>kawan aku yang tetap salah faham walaupun dah dijelaskan sampai tahap ni. So, let me add some more. Kecantikan tu subjektif. Tak ke? What is beautiful for me may be ugly for you and vice versa. Beauties are in the eyes of the beholder. Dengan menggunakan perkataan tersebut, bukan bermaksud perempuan tu kena 36-24-36 (hourglass body shape) baru dikata lawa. Lawa <i>jugak</i> tak bermaksud perempuan tu kena ada badan macam Marilyn Monroe. Biar badan macam Adele tahun 2008 pun, kalau dah dengan tengok tu rasa senang hati, aku kata lawa <i>jugak</i>. Biarlah rupa tak sama macam Ella pun, kalau dah tengok senang hati, tetap aku kata lawa. Begitulah lebih kurang maksudnya.<br />
<div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzQ_PLmEKaerPjzWQ75GFwshJw2pwbrGgtBgajq2_AyW24OVLw5avej73c-NRAWZkyrGa3fVaoZN2_wehon1gdsn7_7BWyJW_ybJ5-pLSLsbaI2XJHbD6UlTuRM5w9zM8CBsvTPy2dyY/s1600/sophia.pg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzQ_PLmEKaerPjzWQ75GFwshJw2pwbrGgtBgajq2_AyW24OVLw5avej73c-NRAWZkyrGa3fVaoZN2_wehon1gdsn7_7BWyJW_ybJ5-pLSLsbaI2XJHbD6UlTuRM5w9zM8CBsvTPy2dyY/s1600/sophia.pg.jpg" height="219" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>Meh</i> sini nak bagi sebab <i>pulak</i> kenapa wanita kena sentiasa jaga rupa. Dah memang jadi lumrah lelaki suka perempuan cantik dan <b>seriously</b>, <i>korang</i> sendiri pun tak nak orang lain tengok <i>korang</i> macam pontianakkan? Setidak-tidaknya, pontianak pandai jaga rambut, baju dia pun putih berseri, sebab tu masih ada lelaki yang nak buat dia jadi bini. LOL. Contoh terbaik ni. XD Aku sendiri dah mengaku tadi dan aku berani kerat jari *sekadar penegasan sahaja. LOL*, lelaki lain pun lebih kurang <i>je</i>. <i>Kat</i> sini perempuan yang kurang keyakinan diri selalu <b>down </b>ni. Rasa diri dia tak cantik, tak lawa, tak <i>chumil la</i> apalah. You're wrong. Apply the beauty is subjective concept. Biarlah ramai yang kata<i> korang</i> tak lawa pun, gerenti, akan ada <i>jugak</i> yang kata sebaliknya. Logik <i>jugak </i>bila fikir balik. Kalau semua kata kau lawa, mampus semua berebut nak buat kau jadi bini, perempuan lain <i>acano</i>? Hah? Mindblown. <b>By the way</b>, dengan jaga rupa, bukanlah bermaksud, kena mekap tebal-tebal, kena sambung kening <b>etc</b>. Cukuplah sekadar berpakaian yang buat <i>korang</i> rasa selesa. Yang penting kemas, <i>takleh</i> serabut-serabut, muka kena senyum <i>sokmo</i>, pakai tudung elok-elok, yang <b>free hair</b>, rambut biar tersusun rapi. <i>Ala</i>, macam <i>korang</i> keluar <i>ngan</i> kawan-kawan perempuan yang lain. Nothing too heavy, not too light. <i>Takde nyer </i>lelaki kata kau hodoh pakai tudung sarung, tapi cantik gila, meletup, <i>kebabo</i> bila pakai tudung Hana Tajima. <i>Samo yo</i>. <i>Takde nyer</i> kau jadi lagi cantik bila pakai <b>heels</b> berbanding pakai <b>wedges</b> ke apa. Please be noted that I am talking in a guy point of view. Pakailah tudung belit ke, tudung bawal ke, tudung Mawi ke Yuna ke, lelaki tetap nampak tudung<i> je</i>. Pakailah kasut ke, <b>heels</b> ke, Converse ke, selipar ke, lelaki tetap nampak alas kaki. <i>Samo yo</i>. Aku bagi korang RM10 kalau <b>boyfriend</b> <i>korang</i> puji, "Lawa tudung Mawi <b>you</b> hari ni. Tinggi betul <b>wedges you</b>. Pakailah <b>heels</b> tinggi langit pun, <b>I</b> akan tetap sambut <b>you</b> kalau <b>you</b> jatuh." Yucks. Haha.</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
LOL. I should stop now. Sebelum kena sumpah jadi batu dengan mana-mana perempuan yang baca <b>post</b> ni. Haha. Few last words to my girl friends *jarak eh.ada senggang di situ*. Just be yourself. There'll be guys who think you're beautiful without you even trying to make them think that. DAN SAYA TAK MIANG. Terima kasih. XD</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAfQx2hJbTZ-7w1SfnnfPEHJ07Zhbm_O2BuS9tZ-uL6tILY5LbnOozZLY48dqy5mSohZ7xUQE3hzCVHjc8GdG-noBUSVrNePUE3GF5ISc6hB3Jt0zPKO5SOCpnwl8B8ai5b_H93y0uTk/s1600/Quote_GaiusBaltar_Beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAfQx2hJbTZ-7w1SfnnfPEHJ07Zhbm_O2BuS9tZ-uL6tILY5LbnOozZLY48dqy5mSohZ7xUQE3hzCVHjc8GdG-noBUSVrNePUE3GF5ISc6hB3Jt0zPKO5SOCpnwl8B8ai5b_H93y0uTk/s1600/Quote_GaiusBaltar_Beauty.jpg" height="137" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<i><b>~Jaw~</b></i>Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3398683732111575723.post-44833814223202258202014-03-21T01:22:00.000+08:002014-03-21T01:47:31.456+08:00SPM <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiouvSriLMoW85yMDFwfbgW3KdH51cLqj5gTd0ThIuG-apmqTSWAvZGHxwXafiSdTlzNVaXhSY6r5WJp8f7QAsSF8uhSWlMqvNcpyzITek0fiRoCTT0u7fE1X61DBNuQDSqnTePwa3Yw/s1600/Mayans.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiouvSriLMoW85yMDFwfbgW3KdH51cLqj5gTd0ThIuG-apmqTSWAvZGHxwXafiSdTlzNVaXhSY6r5WJp8f7QAsSF8uhSWlMqvNcpyzITek0fiRoCTT0u7fE1X61DBNuQDSqnTePwa3Yw/s1600/Mayans.png" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Peace be upon you. Hey guys. <i>'Ssup? </i>Sihat macam biasa harapnya. n_n This post is meant for my SPM 2013 friends. So, how's your result? <i>Amacam? </i>Tak ada <i>sorang </i>pun yang <b>update status</b> <i>kat</i><i> </i>Facebook pasal keputusan SPM. Or is it only me who didn't notice? Haha. <b>Anyway,</b> tahniahlah sebab berjaya <i>jugak </i>menghabiskan hampir semua pergantungan pada zaman persekolahan. Believe me, that's an achievement. Ramai <i>je</i> budak sekolah lain yang berhenti separuh jalan. So, give yourself some applause. Keputusan SPM, tolak tepi sekejap. n_n And, before I forget, to those SPM 2013 friends from MRSM Kubang Pasu, don't worry. I saw the MRSM ranking just now and yeah. We are not in a good position. Tapi, apalah sangat yang ada pada <b>ranking. </b>Keep calm and love KUPA. Nothing else matters as long as you learnt something you can use in your next phase of life.</div>
<div dir="ltr">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;">
So, here begins my real post. XD Tahniah kepada mereka yang berjaya, yang kurang berjaya, kena sentiasa ingat, Allah memberikan yang terbaik buat kita. So, don't give up hope on Him. </div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
"O my sons! Go ye and enquire about Joseph(Yusuf) and his brother, <u>and never give up hope of Allah's Mercy, truly no one despairs of Allah's Mercy except those who have no faith." [Yusuf : 87]</u></blockquote>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I experienced what you are currently going through and I do believe that gives me some credits. From my experience, believe me, SPM doesn't mean everything. It doesn't even mean 50% of that. Jaw bagi lebih kurang 20 peratuslah. 10% untuk dapat pujian daripada orang lain. 10% lagi untuk masuk ke universiti yang elok-elok(kalau ada yang rancang nak ambil diploma atau asasi), tak pun, untuk peluang masuk ke matrikulasi(you don't need to get straight A's for entry to matriculation by the way). Serius! So, you don't have to worry much. Jadi, kalau <i>korang</i> merungut <i>kat</i> kucing pasal <b>result, </b>tolong hentikan. Kalau <i>korang </i>rasa macam diselubungi oleh awan hitam, pembawa musibah yang berpanjangan, dengan kilat sabung-menyabung macam nak sambar <i>korang,</i> tolong hentikan. </div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>What you should do now?</b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
1. Bersyukur dengan keputusan yang anda dapat, ucap terima kasih pada Tuhan. I know it's cliche, but yeah. A good believer should do that.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
2. Think a lot about where you want to further your study and who or what you want to be in the future. You are now at the stage to decide this but you can delay it a bit longer. If you need to delay it, go for matriculations or foundations in UM or UiTM. If you've decided, choose and fill in your UPU form wisely. Apa-apa pun, ukur baju di badan sendiri.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
3. Chat with your parents, teachers, seniors, etc. Always ask their opinions on what options do you have, what to choose, and everything else you might need. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
4. Prepare yourself for interviews. <i>Korang </i>bakal menerima surat, mesej, ditelefon, dll oleh banyak pihak untuk temuduga. Universities, scholarship givers, third parties etc are itching to give their money/courses to you, as long as you are competent.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
5. Always check, check and check, on news about scholarships, universities offers etc. Masa <i>ni, </i>boleh kata hampir setiap hari <i>korang </i>akan dengar benda-benda baru. These informations can be easily obtained from the associated websites, newspapers, advertisement in television, Karnival Masuk U etc. *don't forget to follow MH370 news too. n_n<br />
<br />
6. Last but not least, enjoy your remaining holidays. Jarang sangat dah dapat merasa cuti panjang macam <i>ni</i> nanti. So, spend it wisely. n_n</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have nothing much too say. Just, if you have anything. Anything at all. Nak cerita pasal keputusan SPM <i>korang</i> ke, nak tanya soalan pasal biasiswa ke, nak tanya pasal asasi ke, nak tanya pasal USM ke, nak tanya apa-apa <i>je. </i>Please do. Inbox me or post on my Facebook wall or comment here or text my phone, doesn't matter any way, any time. I'll be glad to help as much as I can. May Allah bless you guys and have nice everyday. XD</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0ySMZyOuy56f22qTzlVyGCfqSwK66mxzuDtU16oGChwkg6f9K4MkBwBU1X3Y-w7ljqoHzY8_nFVLQFE38vZGMajCtBPiJhyphenhyphenD1fHdNq1oXeu-Epo0rS1Ot_zVtmTqHoI0TC2hQzz-l3k/s1600/Never+Give+Up.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0ySMZyOuy56f22qTzlVyGCfqSwK66mxzuDtU16oGChwkg6f9K4MkBwBU1X3Y-w7ljqoHzY8_nFVLQFE38vZGMajCtBPiJhyphenhyphenD1fHdNq1oXeu-Epo0rS1Ot_zVtmTqHoI0TC2hQzz-l3k/s1600/Never+Give+Up.png" height="320" width="213" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>~Jaw~</i></b></div>
Jawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14327956719878794166noreply@blogger.com0