Thursday, August 26, 2010

Happy Birthday!!

I've to admit my birthday was boring at first. Yes I've received many phonecalls and messages, plus the wishes in the facebook, but I still felt something missing then. At the night, only Khalis and Zhaf were celebrating with me - if you even call throwing talc powder is a type of celebration- and the rest of my dormates were idle. Its okay. I've never put a high expectation towards anyone to remember my birthday. If they do, Alhamdullilah. If they don't, let it pass. No biggie. But to some people who I feel like I'm close to, I really mind. I was quite disappointed by them though. They did wished, but that's it. I was expecting something from them, but disappoinment are the only thing I got. Maybe I'm not what I thought I'm to them.

Even Asyraf and Kuyen don't remember my birthday. To be honest, I've never expected them to, but the facts that everyone in the classroom was wishing me makes me feel like I was missing something from them. "Laa... besday ko ke? bila??" Asyraf said. Fine.

After the class, nothing happened. For berbuka, Cha'eng gave Khalis the keys to his car to take me for dinner. I was very thankful for that. thanks cha'eng.

While I as waiting for the Waktu berbuka, I received a phonecall from Po'Che' asking me where I was. I was far though from UIA. I was in Nilai enjoying Indonesian cuisines. " Balik cepat ea!!" he reminded me.

Just right after we finished eating, we went back to the dorm. There was no one. So, I flipped on my laptop and ready with the broadband. All of a sudden, there was a noise and they were singing a Bunkface song.

"Buat apa lagi tuh? meh cni bukak seluar!!" Along told me to... Bukak seluar?? WHAT THE HECK?!!

Then they dragged me and opened up my pants, leaving only shorts with me. Then they tried to take my shirt off but I insisted on keeping them on.

They dragged me into the toilet with me still asking  " nak buat apa nih????". Passed the first bathroom, I saw a dozen of eggs and a pack of flour with a bottle of Coke. OMG!!!!!!

I ran into a bathroom but they managed to get in too. Next thing I knew was that there were eggs all over my body. It was sticky and stinks and nauseous. Then they opened up the flour and covered my body with it. Now I was Manusia Celup Tepung. To make it worse, they splashed the Coke and it got into my mouth a little bit. It was sweet.

Just the time when they about to lunch the second attack, I vomitted on the floor. It was red. They thought it was a blood vomit but actually, it was the lemon syrup I just had. Seeing they were petrified, I took the chance to rush over and managed to escape from the bathroom. Just as I was about to get out, I saw the remaining things. Time for revenge!!!

Pokche' and Judin didn't managed to get out as they were locked from out. They were my victims!!
I jumped onto them, squeezing the eggs and floor. At the end of it, they were as bad as me. I was happy.

After we finished take a bath and get some rest, they pulled me again. This time was to cut the cake. They bought a cake from Secret Recipe and it was Chocolate Indulgence, my favourite.

As Along is the only one who were saved from the whole tepung-telur thing, I decided to take a slice of the cake and paste it onto his face. He was furious and get the rest of it and rubbed it all over my face. Haha.. that was fun. Here it is:


OK. that's it. thanks guys.. now I'm waiting for orang tersayang yg janji nak dtg esok.
bye        ^^V

Monday, August 23, 2010

Aku Hanya Seorang Budak Kampung



Ok. Ni post ke-4 aku yang berbahasa Melayu. Bukannye berlagak sangat nak tulis bahasa Inggeris, tapi aku berpendapat (waahh bahasaaa....) bahawa dengan menulis blog dalam bahasa Inggeris ni, bolehlah sedikit sebanyak membantu aku menguasai bahasa tersebut  (waaah lagii) .Lebih-lebih lagi dengan status aku yang bergelar mahasiswa IIUM course English/ BEN STUDENT.

Sebenarnye misi n visi utama aku membuka laptop ni tidak laen & tidak mungkin ialah untuk menyiapkan term paper yang da seminggu tertangguh. Masalah utama aku ialah ; Flip Laptop> Switched ON> Plug Modem In> password> Google Chrome> FACEBOOK!!!

Abes je kelas HS tadi terus aku bukak Laptop balik, mengenangkan Term Paper's due date entah berapa lama je lagi. Tapi tak bergerak-gerak pon. Aku asyik padam dan tulis semula perenggan pertama dan kedua.
Dalam kelas HS tadi aku belajar sosiologi yang mana agak senang, cuma banyak nak kena ingat. Ini adalah cubaan ke-2 aku menulis post yang sama sebenarnye. Tadi aku da type banyak pasai Sosiologi tapi tetibe ter cut-and paste, Oleh kerana aku terlalu BIJAK & GENIUS, aku pon padam semuanya. hak3.. Puas hati aku..
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So, kalau aku nak citer pasai sosiologi, memang akan melalut jauh lah dari title post aku ni, so enough if I just say that in understanding social structure, Durkheim (jangan tanya sape die, or else aku akan jawab adik Ct nurhaliza) cakap komuniti itu boleh dikelaskan kepada 2 ; Mechanical Solidarity and Organic Solidarity.

Mechanical Solidarity ni macam orang kampung di mana pembahagian tugasnye amat sedikit. Yelah kan, orang kampung majoritinye boleh buat semua benda dari membasuh kain hinggalah menukar paip.

Organic Solidarity  pula macam orang bandar di mana kalau da lecturer tu jangan haraplah nak suh baiki kereta. konfem tak pandai! Entah- entah nak isi minyak pon suruh Bangla.


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Aku tak malu mengaku aku orang kampung. Walaupon ramai yang cakap mula-mula jumpa aku x sangka aku  orang Pahang. Memang aku dilahirkan di kampung. Kampung Kuala Sentul kalau nak lagi best. Sejak dari aku lahir, mak aku memang letakkan aku dalam jagaan atuk dan nenek aku kat kampung tersebut. Kadang kadang pulak aku balik umah nenek aku sebelah bapak. Tak jauh pon. Kampung sebelah-sebelah je. Tulah sebab mak & ayah aku tak pernah buang tabiat nak bergaduh balik kampung mana.

Atuk sebelah mak aku ni ketua kampung, so aku agak feymes la kat kampung tu. Satu-satunya cucu yang duduk ngan mereka. Aku ada seorang lagi mak sedara yang sindrom down dan aku sayang dia. Korang jangan mengada-ngada nak kutuk orang dengan sindrom down depan aku. Memang nak kene torture.

BTW, menjadi satu-satunya cucu Atuk yang stay with them is not the only thing that makes me well-known in that little village. Kelantangan vokal aku telah diakui dari kecik lagi. Memang setiap kali orang jumpa aku pon dorang akan cakap "oo.. Nilah budak yang kuat menangis masa kecik tu yek?". And aku da bosan dengan ayat tuh. Kadang-kadang ade gak rase bangga kejap. Yelah, dengar je aku nangis sume orang bangun tidur. Jiran-jiran semua da tahu anak sapelah menangis malam-malam buta camnih.

Kalau budak-budak INTEK cakap tak pernah dengar suara aku memang menipu sangatlah.. Vokal aku ni memang dikenali ramai sebagai suara yang paling annoying & 'menyekitkan' kata budak2 Ganu. Aku tak pernah amek hati. Gurau-gurau manja diorang ngan aku lah tu.. Afeeq & Mursyid selaku dormate aku selama 5 tahun memang aku respect sangat sebab diorang da immune dengan suara aku ni. Sikit pon x pernah komplen. I was an artist there.. haha

Balik semula kisah aku seorang budak kampung. Aku duk ngan nenek aku sampai umur aku 8 tahun or Darjah Dua. Balik je dari sekolah aku akan berlari-lari ke sungai. Eh... silap.. aku berlari- lari naik basikal nenek aku. Aku amat sayang nenek aku. Tiap hari je dia akan setia tunggu kat depan pintu sekolah ngan basikal dia untuk amek aku. tak sanggup tengok aku jalan kaki katanya. Padahal tak jauh pon. Bukannya tak mampu nak beli motor, tapi dia memang tak pandai bawak motor. Basikal pon basikallah... Dengan jasa dia mengendong aku ke sekolah itulah aku berjaya hingga ke tahap nih.


basikal tua camni lahh..


Sampai je rumah, aku cium mak sedara aku tu dulu dan ajar apa yang aku belajar kat sekolah. Walaupun aku tahu dia tak faham, tapi at least aku boleh tengok dia senyum bila aku mengajar. Dia kesunyian kat rumah tu tunggu aku balik. Aku faham. Kalau bukan aku yang nak luangkan masa dengan dia siapa lagi kan... Ngan atuk aku? Makan rotan la jawabnya...

Tanggal baju dan seluar, aku berlari-lari ke sungai belakang rumah. Memang bestlah mandi sungai ngan kawan-kawan. Masa tu kecik-kecik lagi, bercampur semua laki perempuan. Bogel ke tak ke, takde sape peduli. Nak tengok, tengoklah.



Lepas mandi aku akan mulakan process menTANkan kulit aku ni.. Sebab ari-ari buat macam tulah kulit aku jadi camni. Overtanned kot.. lantaklah. Aku tak peduli apa orang nak cakap.

Nilah memori aku masa kecik kat kampung, sebab lepas tu aku pindah duduk ngan ayah & mak aku... atas kerelaan aku sendiri. Memang sedih semula bila kenangkan semua ni, tapi kalau aku tak pindah dari kampung tu tak taulah apa akan jadi pada aku sekarang. Umum dah tahu, kalau duduk kampung tu, memang payah sikit nak berkembang.

Then aku dimasukkan pulak kat INTEK. Kat INTEK lagi hebat. Banyak benda aku belajar. 5 tahun kat INTEK da banyak mengubah aku. Tapi walau siapa pun aku sekarang, aku akan tetap sedar diri aku siapa. Aku bermula sebagai seorang budak kampung dan akan still budak kampung. 

Saturday, August 21, 2010

There're Still Those Who Care...


I woke up at 9 am, washed my face, performed my Solat Subuh which has been delayed because of my dead sleep before continued watching Heroes season 2. My friend, Khalis woke up an hour later, asking me of his handphone.

I don't take it seriously and search for just like that because that happens almost every day. Common thing. Until much later, he said that he set the alarm clock at 10 but didn't hear a thing.

We spent the next 15 minutes searching for it again, intensely, only to found the condom -that was what he called it- the rubber cover for the handphone on the top of his closet, flipped inside out. After  that he said that he wanted to go downstairs, I said I'll follow. It took me almost 30 minutes to calm him down.

A month ago, my other friend who is also in the same dorm, was tricked by a company to pay them RM900++ or they will drag his name to the court. He was tricked to join the company's program in the last sem, and heard nothing or get no benefits from it after he joined. It was a month ago when the company called him to pay the fees, costs him all his remaining scholarship money.

Just after he banked the money in, Khalis searched for the company informations online and found out that it was a fraud.

I know how it feels. To lost something in a blink of an eye. To feel like you've lost enough. To feel like you're the most unlucky person in the whole world. I've lost my phones. Twice. So I know how it feels.

In the middle of situations like this, what we need most were two things: Hope and Support. Hope is frail but we need the least of it. Support, is what we need most. Someone who'll be with us until we get through all this harshness. Someone who'll help guiding us when we lost our senses.

To be honest, after I'd lost my phones, it was hard for me to trust anyone. I was paranoid. Everytime I walked out of my home I'll have that feeling of insecure that haunted me until I found someone who can be trusted.

It is lucky that I have my friends and family. I can rely on them. I'll found someone I need when I'm in trouble or in sadness when I'm with them. I'll always found the support I needed most in the time of distressed. Even if I don't have the hope, they'll always give me one. =)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

What If Animal Can Talk and Think?


This lately, strange dreams have been haunting me all night. What makes me wonder is that they said that dreams are satan's toy or whatever but in this Ramadhan, they have been tied and caged in a place in the middle of the ocean rite? At least that is what they told me. Even stranger is that the dreams have nothing to do with me. I'm not even in one of them.

Last night I've dreamed about animal can talk and intelligent. I don't know if this has anything to do with my persuasion speech entitled 'Stop Animal Abuse', but it was there. 

The picture above is about one of the animal abuse. The Siamese has been practicing this exotic food from ancient time and still survive until now. The tradition is eating monkey brains alive. Besides Siamese, the Chinese and Indonesian also have this practiced in their lives.

In the table like above, they put the monkey in the middle where it has a hole in it. The hole will hold the monkey's head, and it's hands and legs will be chained. In the middle of its screaming, the chef will cut off the upper part of the skull, revealing the brain when the monkey is still alive. The customers then would then suck the brain out using straws. What makes it effective is the screaming of the monkey. Gross, isn't?

BTW, this post is not about my dream or consuming monkey's brain... In my dreams, the animals have their own country and system, in where human are not allowed. This is ridiculous. What makes me think deeper is that primate such as orang utan and chimpanzee have more strength than human. Once in Zoo Negara, they told me that the chimpanzee's strength is twice its age. As for example, if a chimp is 7 years old, it'll have a strength of 14years old human. And that was proven by their crew.

If a chimp have a strength of  two 7 years old boy, then it would be very easy for them to make the same thing as the picture above. The elephants could crush on tanks, birds could sabotage the flights, whales could sink on submarines and ships. What they are lack to do so is just intelligence. And if Darwin's theory of evolution is true, then they would have what they lack soon. It's just the matter of 'WHEN'.

In Islam, we're being told that when the time come for the end of the world, the animals and tree can talk and have their own intelligence. They have it all before this, but they are only allowed to do this when the time come. So, the scenario I've been dreaming of is possible, isn't?

P/S: this is all of my imagination only. dun take it seriously. =))

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Brother's Fight


Casts:


Ilyas the Bully



Amar theVictim

Intro:
               Ilyas whose original name is Haiqal, is my fourth brother, and Ammar is his little brother.Ammar was born only one year after Ilyas. The reason why Ilyas changed his name was because when he was a baby, he was always in fever. So, my grandpa came out saying that the name Haiqal doesn't suit him. So, he took little pieces of paper and wrote names on it. Then he rolled them together and throw it on the floor, asking my little brother to pick one out of them. The name Ilyas was decided after he picked them up 5 times in a roll.

              And as for Ammar, being a younger brother is always hard, as most of us know. I'll tell more about him throughout entries, okay.. haha

             It was last night -this entry has been delayed for about a week- when I was playing with my baby cousin, one of the baby's brother aged about 9 years old came rushing to me. 'They are fighting,' he said.
'Erm?? Ilyas and Ammar? Let them be,' I said.

            We are a family consists of 7 brothers and just one little princess, so fighting is common among us. My elder brother kicked my ass, I kicked my brother's, he kicked his brother's, it's usual. The best man wins. Its like a nature principle or what. No one bothers.

            'Ilyas kicked Ammar until he falls down the stairs!' he exclaimed. Now, that was not usual. I rushed to the scene just to see Ammar whimpering, holding his right hand to his chest, eyes squinted at the end of the staircase. Ilyas stood there, his face was emotionless. I put the baby down, rushed to him, hold his neck, pushed him to the outside of the balcony. He hung there with only my hand holding him from not fall down.

'What happened back there?' I asked.
'I kicked Ammar falls down the stair' he answered.
'Why?'
'He called me a wimp,' he continued.

One thing about Ilyas is that he's very much a bad tempered person. Call him names would just end up with fight. Oh, not to forget, he's as tall as me as you were reading.

            So, I released him back to the floor and he was coughing from the choke. I felt bad, but after all, he needed to be punished as well. I don't blame anyone on this because they both learned their mistakes.

            I continued my games with the baby after that. I just love babies, but at most times, I would avoid toddlers. They are worst than those pee and pukes baby had. uurrgghh.. I just couldn't stand toddlers. Those running, screaming are above my temper limit. I dun understand why the cutest would grown up being the worst. haha....

           An hour after that, I walked to the balcony and saw Ilyas sat at one corner. I tried to get close to him. He was feeling guilty and nervous, I can say. I know my brothers, and I can tell when they are feeling something. His eyes would not meet mine, he answered my questions very abruptly and he was being very sensitive to whatever happened around him. Most of all, he couldn't focus.

        The other kids were playing puzzle in the house and he answered them correctly, but just to himself and me hearing.I felt bad for him too, but its good for him. He realized his mistakes. 'So, what really happened back then?' I asked him. 'I was wrong' he replied. 'Good. So what you should do?' I continued. 'I should apologize' he answered. His head pointed down.

       Seeing that he has already know what he should do, I walked away. Next thing I know, he was playing with Ammar like nothing has ever happened that night. That was a brother's fight. You really hate each other for that time and it didn't last long.

P/S: I really don't want my brother fight with Muhammad Hafiqi rite now. He's big. I'll be beaten up for sure.



Friday, August 6, 2010

Aaron is Awarded by Miss Yaya Zamimi


It was last night, right after I finished my latest post when Miss Yaya told me that I was awarded. That was abrupt because I never knew that I was nominated for any... haha...
Anyway, I do believe this is kinda one of tag species, so here it goes:

1. Say thanks to the person who give you this award and don't forget to insert the link.

So, Yaya, thanks a lot. I believe this is my first award in the cyber world, except on the Top Followers/ friends of Facebook. and, I would like to thank you more on tagging me on the first tropikal fantastik yada...yada... 
please do support me yeah?!
for the link, I'm sorry.. because of the fact that I'm over-genius in Internet usage, I don't know how to insert the link.. hehe =((

2. Please tag 15 bloggers who you think are olala tropika! fantastic bola bola ngeeee=) 
ya rebba rebba!!

Believe me, I only understand the first 7 words. but here are the bloggers who I like the most.

1. Yaya zamimi (exception)
2. Cik Rina
3. Faridzul Asyraf
4.Huda
5.Syara
6.Kuyen
7.Anneliese
8. Naqeyya 
9. Salwee
10. Fatin Fatah (don't know when she updated last post)
11. Faat

I think that's all... I dun really into blogs, so I don't follow many of them, sorry. =)

3. Tell them this in their chatbox

right away!

4. State 7 things about yourself.

1. Chocolate lover.
2. don't like sweat and my whole body do not produce sweat.
3. A student who suffers from dyscalculia...
4. My stomach is getting bigger out of control.
5. Love reading and English.
6. Passion for stages.
7. Hate taking pictures on the left side.

That's it. If you want to know more, please introduce yourself. 
Thank You. =))

Last Night


Ok.. I'm back posting 'things' to this blog.. It's not that I'm tend to be quiet or what, it just that I'm too lazy to type. Hahaha..... Okay, here it goes.

This post is from my Atuk's house, where I've been to take care of him. My mom called me on Tuesday to inform me about my Atuk's condition, so I decided to go back home in the midst of Thursday evening. Oh yes, I stayed with my grandparents from my very earlier days until I was in form 2. They meant so much to me.

So, my journey home was normal, tiring, and boring as usual. nothing interesting. I took a cab from IIUM Nilai to KTM and from there, I went to KL Sentral before going to Pekeliling via monorail.
I arrived home at 9.30pm with my brother waiting at the station to pick me up.

The story began here. My car was punctured, and we had to wait for my cousins to arrive with my other car. so we spent like 1 hour in a restaurant, drinking for nothing. They had a wondrous dinner but not for me. I just done with a McD's Double Cheeseburger Large Meal and added on, a beefburger. So, I was pretty full. There we sat, laughing like crazy, and they told me something about our family that I never knew. My family from my father's bloodline is from Siamese, or to be exact, from Pattani. They migrated to Kelantan before decided to settle down in Pahang.

ni bukan nenek aku!!

When my cousins arrived with the spare tyre, we ate again at the restaurant, just to let them catch their breath.   30 minutes later, we started to move to the car. The car was parked just in front of Maybank, so the process went pretty well with me just sat aside, staring at what they did because they won't allow me to touch anything. I started to feel like a spoiler. 

The journey home went pretty fast too. With my cousin dangerous-but-safe driving, we stopped at another restaurant to eat, again. This time, I ordered a dish of fried Maggi and enjoyed that very much.

At home, I was startled to see my uncle with his wife and son. Honestly, I've never like them. Most of the time, I would just ignore their existence. Then I went to take a refreshing bath before going to sleep. I slept on a couch as the rooms were all full. *Syahrul, Mixy and Square would know.

I woke up at 3 in the morning with my teeth chattered, my hands turned blue, my head felt heavy and my back was killing me. I was wearing short with thin blanket but the fan didn't really spun so fast. I put my palm to forehead just to feel my temperature. I'm pretty sure it was high, but my whole body was covered in cold. I tried various sleep position to feel a little ease but it didn't work. So, I got up on my feet, heading to the toilet. I was so dizzy I felt like falling down. Everyone was asleep, so I didn't want to wake them up. 

Moreover, my intention of coming home was to take care of my grandparent, so I need not anyone to take care of me. I headed to the kitchen after the toilet. There, I found a bottle of 100 Plus and drink almost half of it. I spent the rest of the night going back and forth to the toilet. 

On my way back from the toilet, I once noticed a thick blanket, so I did take them and covered myself in it, even my head. Obviously, I tried to sweat, but the problem with being Muhammad Luqman bin Mohd Saidi is that I don't sweat. I could run twice the field and my shirt will be as dry as I don't even stared. I've played two hours of non-stop futsal and it leave me with a very thin line of sweat, just enough to keep me shining in the night when my other friends were twisting their shirt together to get the juice out of them.

I woke up at 6 still with the dizziness and back ache, but the cold and temperature rise was gone. At least, I could pretend that I'm okay without anyone had to know what happened last night. =))