Sunday, June 28, 2009

Iran : A Story Of Despair

Hello. I've never follow the current situation in Iran after the greatly disputed election. I thought that it was just another riot, in another Arab country. Typical huh? You don't agree, demonstrate your anger. We can see the pattern there. Thailand, for instance was shook by the downfall of Thaksin. Abhisit's people are told to do riots as a symbol of their displeasure. The result? Thaksin's supporter did the same during Abhisit's reign. Now, it's like a cycle. The one that you really need to struggle to break.

I believe the thing that started this episode in the Iranian government is the result of the recent election. Duh!! Like dude, you're blind or something? Okay, pointing the obvious. Well, Ahmadinejad is someone that wants to be the champion of the Muslim world. He openly criticised the West and ignored Washington's threat over the nuclear issue. He clearly state his point that the West, especially the United States cannot be trusted. Even when President Obama is trying to reach out with him, he spat the leader of the Free World with accusations of meddling with his country's affairs.

Mir Hossein Mousavi on the other hand is some guy who was on the Presidential race against Ahmadinejad in 2009. Ha3 no2, that's a very weak intro for a man so important in Iran's history. Mousavi, to me is an opportunist. He sees the weak support Ahmadinejad is getting by the professionals of Iran. While Ahmadinejad closes the door for the US, Mousavi brings promise that he will try to improve the ties between Tehran and Washington. Such act would bring Iran's economy to a better phase. It will also bring Iran out of the line of fire.

The outcome of the election was unexpected I guess. Ahmadinejad gained approximately 24.5 million votes, with a majority of 11 million votes. Hm, so much about his people's rejection. What I really despise is the fact that Mousavi urged his supporters to demonstrate out on the streets. What kind of a leader are you, Mr Mousavi? You are there, inside some safe place, and there are your people, battling with the authorities, dying. I understand that you are disappointed, but hey, for your country's sake, start acting like an adult. You didn't get the candy, so why do you have to wreck the store? Mousavi was so sure that he's going to win that when he didn't, he blamed each and everyone who is in power.

From the beginning, I hate demonstrations, be it peace or the other. There is a thin line between street demonstration and stupidity. Oh let me rephrase that. Street demonstration is stupidity. There are other ways for you to show your disagreements. Talks, for example. Or maybe you can use the Internet. There are other ways to use your computer other than throwing it towards the militia, you know? So, my prayers are for Iran to gain peace in the near future, and let it be a lesson for all of us. Throughout history, demonstrations get people nowhere.

Friday, June 26, 2009

I Like Doing This

Hello. I'm going to address three stuff which I think is kinda important. So here goes nothing.


I went to the Land of The Riches yesterday. Instead of going back home to Pavilion, I headed for Gardens this time. This would mean that I needed to take the train. I really am not allowed to have the driver drive me around. Unethical. During the process which took me an hour and a half, I remembered how much I hate public transportation. It's slow, and noisy, and crowded.

Because I don't know how to get to KL Central from Bank Negara, I had to ask the lady at the counter. Then, the bloody gal looked at me like I was someone who owes her money and said, 'Naik Komuter lah.' Wa, I had to give A+ for her profesionalism and friendliness. My guess is she's having her period. But who cares. Seriously the service sector needs some major overhaul.


Have you ever watched A Razak Mohaideen's works? I don't call him by his title because he don't deserve the professorship. His movies are stupid. None would grab my attention, not even when I'm dying and all I have are his movies. What I'll do is I would pile them up, pour a bottle of vodka on em', light up my cigar and watch them being eaten by fire after I threw my lighter at it.

Why so? Look at the main character. Saiful Apek. Yeah, he's harmless. But what's around him? A lot of girls chasing him around, drooling over him and dying to marry the guy. I mean, look at the guy. Nak potong rambut pun malas. If he's like Akhil Hayy then it's quite okay. But he looks like A Gila Guy to me. Tunjuk sangat yang Melayu asyik berangan. Wake up to the fact please. Memang lah jodoh kat tangan Tuhan tapi come on la.. Tuhan pun pandai mix and match okay..


I oppose the plan to build a third bridge to Singapore. There are loads of thing to consider and the result is obvious. We Johorians especially Iskandarian (ceh3) knows why, and for once, respect the Sultan's views and opinions. Enough said.

What A Day

This is what it looks like after a very brief moment of bushfire attack at the forest beside my house. It actually is a magnificent site, only that the panic sets in after the fire rose two stories high, and seemingly engulfed a street lamp. With no thanks to the Bomba Malaysia, sebab kalau tunggu korang memang aku berkhemah je la malam ni.

Another Had Passed

Good day. It's global now, news of the demise of the King of Pop. I never really liked his music but it seems that he's such a major icon. He broke the skin colour barrier during the toughest times in America. How can we forget the famous moonwalk. It is a lost not only to the music world, but the Pop culture in general. You will be missed.

Michael Jackson

1958 - 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

Crossing The Sea Of Fire With A Mere Kayak

Hello. Okay it's been a while since I hadn't written anything here. I've nothing to write actually. A lot, but not right here. Okay, what is the thing that shook the world right now, this really moment? There are only two things, that is the economic instability and H1N1 flu. See, not only that our money is melting away, we're going to get sick too. Ha3 nah, just kidding. But if we look at it closely, every year, there will be an episode which will drag the whole world into it. Like the Obama fever for instance. Then the attack on Gaza. What about the Great Tsunami of 2004? SARS pandemic, Bird Flu, Iraq War and one of the worst terrorist attack the US had ever seen, 9-11.

This is a very good time for fear mongers to spread the word about the coming of Armageddon. Or some weird religious cult to gather a group of people on a field, waiting for Jesus to come down from Heaven. Remember the Mayans? They actually predicted that the end of the world would actually happen exactly on the 21st of December, 2012. Woa, pretty sophisticated huh? Nostradamus on the other hand said that the current Pope would be the last one. Well, that actually contradicted with his other prophecy which says that the Barbarians (which he regarded the Muslim as) will conquer the world in 2300-ish. Pope Benedict XVI will live that long? I'm sure he's happy to hear that.

What about Islam? We Muslim believe that the real day is only known by Allah. The more we guess the date, the more it is inaccurate. So we choose not to dwell on it. Everyday lives goes on, while we prepare ourselves. There's no use fearing the inevitable. I remember when a new teacher came to my school. I was standard five at that time. We knew that she looked fierce, so there's a 98.23% that she is. Therefore, there's no use of thinking 'Oh man, garang tak makcik tu?' Instead, we prepared ourselves with everything that is needed. Turn out, she's not that bad after all.

Like today. I went to the mall. It's like everyone is having a mad bonus bonanza. It was quite packed. Okay I might be exaggerating, but considering the economy is not in our favour, and there's a 'violent' flu spreading out there, people are quite jolly. But I came to understand that tragedy actually brings people together. This H1N1 thingy actually brought the scientists together in killing it off. The economic blunder? Well, to roll the economy, we need to spend. It applies the Multiplication of Money theory. That explains the crowd at the mall. Ha3 I mean, we need to do what we have to do right? Why do we have to go on sombre mode just because those Wall Street folks are crying their money off?

What I'm saying is, we should make the best of everything. Even during a terrible disaster, there's a ray of hope. It's up to us to determine whether life is full of meaning, or just another stupid day. It's a short one. Why the long face?

I Am There

Turn not from this place in despair, for I am there.

Have not sadness at not seeing my presence, for I am there.

Trod careful and gently cross meadow and wood, for I am there.

Give credance to the whispers of your heart, for I am there.

Let not Spring be lost again, for I am there.

Leave not this place quieter and less, for I am there.

When you come alone upon the brook and hear that gentle laugh think not yourself accursed, for I am there.

Whence least expected I shall return to see you, for I am there.

And when it comes your time to pass there will be no fear, for I am there.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Zee Avi Is Brilliant. Love Her That Much

Do I need to say more?

Language Is Never A Barrier, When You Master It

Hello. I just came back from KL. It was tiring. The day started early as we head for the Land of The Riches at 5am. Before I knew it, at 8 we already arrived at Sungai Besi toll booth. Upon reaching the MMC building, I've already planned my move. I ditched my dad's driver (ha3 sorry) and heads for KLCC. Know what? Those people started late. At 10, they had just only began to open up the roller shutter. I got bored and started my long walk back home, Pavilion. The same thing happened there. God, they are late risers. But considering Pavilion memang selalu kosong kan, so it's not quite awkward.

I walked past Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Raoul, Louis Vuitton and those watch boutique that has the name Patek Phillipe, Vacheron Constantin and such. These European names makes Japanese MikiMoto sounds cartoon-ish. I remember when the shopping heaven used to be at Lot 10. Those names were not even there. Now, the riches can buy their big toys right in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. I saw Carl's Jr and decided to browse through the whole floor first. As if it was fated, I went into Speedy Video. As I entered, I heard this music. I fell in love with it in mere seconds. It was Kantoi by Zee Avi.

See, I've been watching this music industry being taken away by the Indonesian madness early 2001. And since then, our own singers are having a hard time to penetrate our own industry. But recently, this Indie phenomena has arise and it started to win the heart of us Malaysian, especially the younger generation. Then, I began to listen to Yuna, a young UiTM Law gal, who started singing with just a microphone and a guitar. What caught my attention was her English. American. I myself speak British. But it's cool to listen to a fellow Malaysian speaking like our American friends. At my campus, I would just go to Her Highness Miss Ida's place to listen to one. Ha3

I am proud. Why? Because there are Malaysians who really have the initiative to speak English properly. Lately, we've seen loads of idiots demonstrating on the streets, rejecting the policy which tries to help Malaysians students coping. If you are one of them, read this carefully.





Look at Chinese from Mainland China. Upon hosting the Olympic last year, many Americans were imported so that they can teach the Chinese how to communicate in English well. Even an elderly, who may not live long to finish half a page of China Daily, tried very hard to speak English. Here, we are given the opportunity. And yet, we throw it away, with a stupid excuse; afraid that Malaysians might forget how to speak Bahasa Malaysia.

To those who tried, I give you my bow of respect. To those who seriously despise my thoughts in this post, go to hell. But then again, how can you understand my blog if you don't speak English? I know I suck in Arabic, but at least I tried my best to learn it. How are we going to move on with the globalisation process when we are too proud to admit that English is the main language?

Untuk post kali ini, saya mengutuk sekerasnya sesiapa yang membantah, dan tidak mahu mempelajari bahasa Inggeris. Tidak semestinya kita hilang identiti sebagai seorang rakyat Malaysia apabila kita petah berkata-kata dalam bahasa asing.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Green Green Grass Of Home

Hello. My schedule today was packed as I fill it with too many stuff I think. My plan was just to wash the car but it turned up that I had a very leafy garden. I don't even know that Malaysia had fall. I didn't get the memo about Malaysia's having the four seasons. No, not the salt, pepper and spice crap.. Well, I thought that rather than sitting around doing nothing, I'd better clear it up. My backyard is not that big. So at first I thought I can do it by the end of The Nanny. Turn out I had to spend an hour and a half doing it. Raking leaves leads to plucking weeds, which leads to washing the ducks. The porcelain ones. Lucky I don't have any ponds. That would add up another hour I think.

Then I suddenly realise, what I had been doing, is just something to pass the time. I didn't even actually finish the job. The guys who were supposed to do it, are doing it to feed themselves, and sometime others. The gardeners usually spent the whole day just to clear up the whole compound. No, it's not that it's too damn wrecked. My mum's a neat freak, she'll never let that happen. It's just that there are too many things to do. I don't study Agricultural Science but I know that plants need to be watered, kena baja and all that, sometimes they have that parasite stuff, snails and all, so yeah, what a job description huh? Now that's just my house.

Like I said, they're doing it so that they can make ends meet. Day by day, houses upon houses, I just can't imagine it. What about their golden age? Would it even be golden when it comes? Or they still have to work to cope it all? I'm not speculating anything about their education level as not everyone has the same opportunity. Life is sometimes funny in a way that when you're trap, it's hard for you to untie the knot. However, what I'm dissapointed most is with the ones that have the chance, but threw it away the minute they get their hands on it. Come on, you're given the ball. Why pass it on to someone else without even trying to strike a goal?

What I'm trying to say is, be thankful of what you have. If you have a large garden, be thankful that you have someone to hire to take care of it. If you don't, be thankful for having the energy to take care of it yourself. If you have a small garden, well, be thankful you have one and if you have none, be thankful because you don't have to take care of any. There's a silver lining on every clouds. Well, it's not always cloudy you know. So however your day is, make the best of it. The glass is always half full. Wait, who drank the other half?

Monday, June 15, 2009

If You Can Recall When...

Hello. Remember that I mentioned earlier that Europe is the continent that indulge the flavours of history? Well it's true. That chain of events which occurred had massively affected the world that it's still felt. Plato, Julius Caesar, Constantine with his Constantinople, Napoleonic War, Agricultural Revolution, Industrial Revolution, French Revolution, WWII, and recently, European Union. We have seen the rise, the fall and the rerise (is that a valid word) of that relatively small continent. Someone had asked me, what about our own country? Ah yes, our country's history which dated back to the coming of Parameswara from Palembang. 1400 was it? I think so.

Yes, we had our history. A history of being conquered! 400 years of colonialism. First by the Portuguese, then the Dutch, next the Brits, and the Japs, and at last to the Brits again. And some would say that we got our independence the chicken-out way. Hah, that's where they're wrong. Why so? Because looking at WWII, Europe ended in ruins. By examining the 2003 Iraq War, nothing was actually liberated. By remembering Israel's attacks on Gaza last December, we would see that it does not only tore the buildings of Palestine, but the soul of the Israeli soldiers too.

What I'm saying is, war just brings the human race disaster. Nothing is actually achieved by having one. The lost of one life will never cover the reclamation of a land, or a nation. What our leaders did back at the 1950s are to me the best way to gain independence. Through the signing of treaty, the peaceful way. No blood was shed. That's how we should do it. However, I do disagree on the act of demonstrating and all. It gives bad influence to people nowadays who resorts to street demonstration to, well, demonstrate their emotions, their thoughts. I don't agree on that. It's just stupid. I'm sorry.

So, whatever your nationality is, value it. No war is worth anything. War should never be printed in any dictionary at all. It's a mistake that someone had started. Why follow a hatred tradition?

A City Full Of Life?

Good day. I watched Channel News Asia just now and I saw this commercial where it doesn't sell a box of cereal nor a packet of low-fat milo like they used to. It sells a city. Iskandar Malaysia to be exact. Loads of people asked me before, where do I live. My usual answer would be 'JB'. But it would change soon. I'll say, 'Iskandar, Industrial Wing'. Ha3 Seriously, if you look at the plans on what they're going to do here in Iskandar, I'd figure you'd go aww in seconds. But, planning needs serious implementation. This theory applies on everything. So, I would suggest we wait until it reaches 97% progress to see if the plans worked.

I've been to quite a number of cities, home and foreign lands alike. I've read reviews. I've watched documentaries. With an exception to Dubai, the one city that never seems to fail to amaze me is Putrajaya. It pays to have a brilliant leader like Dr. Mahathir Mohamad. Who would know that one day, a place called Prang Besar (Massive War) would be the first Garden City in the world. You would have to use a calculator to count the times I've been there. But everytime I reach the relatively huge roundabout, jadi jakun macam tak pernah pergi and asik nak pergi each and every destination there is possible.

Putrajaya is a well planned city, having put there is Malaysia's Federal Government Administrative Centre which replaces Kuala Lumpur. For each sector, they would have different buildings. Residential units are available ranging from flats to bungalows. Situated there is the Prime Minister's office and residence. Within the Putrajaya border sits one of the best school in Malaysia, Sekolah Alam Shah which is the rival of Sekolah Seri Putri, an all girl elite school. You can find anything you want here except for the hustle and bustle of a city. For the whole 17.8 square mile area, it has only one shopping mall, Alamanda. Considering the target visitors are expats, the place would seem expensive and preposterous to some.

Unlike Putrajaya, other cities are very congested and noisy. The established ones that is. Kuala Lumpur for example, you would have to go to work at 4.00 am just to beat traffic. The only time you'd have peace is when Chinese New Year comes. New York on the other hand is just impossible. Even on the kerb you have the risk of being run over by a cab. Europe? Ah, the continent that indulge the flavour of history. Even Rome is crowded. London is a mixture of old and new, but doesn't really help the busy-ness of a city. Paris, the romance city, is not so romantic when you hear the honking and the sound of vehicles' engine. You'll find each city having the same problem.

I haven't started with the Asian. But I think that's enough. What I'm saying is, wherever you are, how sophisticated the city is, there would be something not right somewhere. In his blog dated September 15th 2008, Dr. Mahathir once expressed regret for planning Putrajaya in such a way that it seems dead during the night. Whatever it is, appreciate what you have wherever you are. Nothing is perfect. You can plan but like I said, implementation is very important. However it is, I'm still very proud of what the country has achieved in such short time. Just maintain what there is so we can live in harmony.

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Value Of Knowledge

Good day. I have been away for quite a long time. I really fell apart yesterday upon seeing my result. Wasn't expecting it to be that bad but I've learnt to accept the fact. I suck at Arabic. Well, enough about it, I wanted to talk about something else. This morning I heard that the government is planning to increase the number of male teachers. How is that to be done? Increase incentives, yada yada yada. I used to wonder how these people get to know these information. I mean, the ones that involves petty stuff like this.

But then, I figured it out. The ministers don't have time to check each and every information given to him by his staff or how you call it? Subordinates? Ah yes whatever. So, he, or she, will listen to the important ones. Where does these subordinates get their infos? From the District Education Office. This flows to the school. The school's administration level would gather the data and send it to them. Sometimes, the PTA will set up a meeting and members will 'discuss' the problems and achievements that of the school.

Well for certain problems, that system is very effective. But I had to say one thing. What you're missing are the students themselves! Why in the name of God do you put aside the most important part in the education system? If you ask the administration level, yes they will say, 'Oh this teacher is good, come in class early and this and that,' The reality is way off the track that these Ministry people are going through.

The thing that inflict the problem is that many look at the profession of teaching itself is regarded as the last resort by many. It's that when you need job security, or when your grades are not that great during SPM, you go to teaching. I'm not saying that every teacher undergo the same scenario, only that majority is like that. Don't go and tell me that I'm ignorant and all. I know what's going on. I have friends and teachers, loads of them, who tell me the same old story.

When this happen, these 'teachers' would do their job without passion. Being a teacher today is not the same as it is in 1973. It's tiring. So to see that a teacher actually has ample time, is hilariously preposterous. You have a class at 10.25, and yet and 10.32 you're still at the teacher's lounge. Papers that should be marked, unmarked, and even if you get into class, the class would be a meaningless one. I wonder, how do these teachers sleep at night. And how do they withdraw their salary every month, the one that they don't deserve.

Being a teacher, simply means that you need to teach. Yes, and there are task that you need to do for the school. But it pictures basically, teaching, and educating. How simple the words looked, but they brought a very great responsibility. You're responsible to transfer knowledge from the source to the students. It is a noble profession, as you hold the trust of hundreds of parents, and the future of the community, the country. No matter what colour your skin is, if you bear the name 'Teacher', I beg you, have conscience. Know that God is always watching.

Humblest gratitude to all my teachers, as they did a very good job.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Di Balik Cahaya

I like the name Iman. I think it's a unique name. You hear Siti or Anne or Amira a lot, but not Iman. I fancy that name.

Monday, June 8, 2009

He's Just A Kid

That night was a very heart-wrenching one. How can someone do this to him? He's just a kid. No more than that. But the people around him, that matters the most to him, is now turning their backs against the poor boy. 

It was supposed to be a normal holiday trip. That morning he went swimming. He seldom did, when you think about it. He's relatively larger than other kids, so being only in swimming trunk and topless seems a bit embarrasing. Then his parents and he went for a drive around the city. H'es just a kid, so that was about it. A normal trip.

That night, everything went wrong. His mum went mad, throwing stuffs at his dad. World War II looked a bit cleaner. Luckily his sister was asleep. If not, things might get worse for both of them. Curses upon curses flew from both, blaming each other for not being who they ought to be. He thought, who's the adult and who's the kid at this point?

He remained at the balcony. Being in that room felt like hell to him. How can this happened? What went wrong? He's just a kid. Nothing can make him understand more than what he should. Suddenly, everything went quite. His dad opened the sliding door that seperates the room and the balcony.

'I have to go. After we go home, I'm not going to live there anymore,'

'But why? Why can't you stay with us?'

'Your mum doesn't want me to. I just can't. Look, I'll visit you once in a while,'

'How often? When? Will you come inside?'

'I can't come inside,'

'Well how are you going to teach me stuffs on the computer?? Please come inside the house when you visit,'

'Okay2 I will, but I can't stay with you guys,'

Imagine how sad he was at that time. The people that he loved the most, are now on the brink of seperation. If only he can do something, anything. But that's it, he's just a kid. Trying to be normal but failing at each attempt. He can't imagine his life ahead. It must felt alone, he thought. But life must go on, for nothing should stop him from living. He was so tired that he fell asleep in the middle of the ongoing shouts.

The next morning, things started to cool down. His eyes are wet from the tears he shed. His dad was sitting at the corner of the bed. 

'What happen, mum?'

'I don't know. We're going back. Pack your stuff,'

'Is dad going away after this?'

'I don't know. He said he's going to change,'

'Means he's not going?'

'I don't know,'

They went back that morning after. It's not an easy journey for all of them. But they certainly are trying. It happened a long time ago, but that boy hasn't forgot even a single second of that night. It haunted him many years afterwards. But he has learn to forgive. He doesn't blame anyone for what has happened. He just wanted someone to understand what he's gone through.

This story is inspired by an episode from Oprah Winfrey Show. It's written based on a true story, told by a friend of a friend of mine.

Obama's Speech To The Muslim World

Good day. I’ve been reading this Berita Minggu newspaper and I saw one article that says about President Barrack Obama needed to review the policy of alliance with Israel. This is a follow-up from the historical speech made by the President of the Free World to the Muslim community throughout the globe. I watched that speech live through CNN. It was roughly 55 minutes. What I hoped from that speech does not come out actually.

I still remember when I know that the first black American was about to run for Presidential candidate. It was an interesting one as many ‘firsts’ were in that race. First woman, first Hispanic, oldest, and first African-American. No, I’m not being racist. That’s what they have reported, I’m just typing it back. So, it caught my eye. Clinton was never a tough fight for Obama actually. She focuses on women’s rights, and other policy that’s not so convincing if we put it side by side with Obama’s.

What Obama put in that Presidency race was hope. Hope to change the world. While McCain was busy fishing for vote by using a female running mate. Turn out, that lady has an internal problem with her family. While shouting for family policy, saying that family ties are important, her daughter is having fun at home, pregnant. Even though this looks like Obama was the clear winner, that’s not the reality.

There are some policies introduced by Obama even before he’s the President-elect that’s bothering the people. Taxes policies for instance, bring relief for the poor community and fear for the riches. We have to accept the fact that in some part of America, the land of opportunity, there are still a community which does not want to have an African American to be their president, therefore, it is a problem which Barrack has to face.

The day Obama won, my dad texted me the result. I was jumping like hell when he did. Why? I don’t even know. But maybe it’s because I was hearing one of the many histories that the world is carving. Well, that’s just the same with his speech on the 4th of June in Cairo. I do believe that it will be a start of something, be it anything.

Obama’s speech that day was just like a normal speech. The difference between that and the other is, that day he was speaking in front of an audience which Muslims are the majority. Next, the target was the large Muslim society of the world. Then, he was speaking at a foreign world, which he actually has the risks of being shot or blown off in a matter of seconds.

The content of his speech, like I said, sounds familiar like the others. But, he should be praised for having the effort to do it. To at least have the initiative to fool us if he does not have the intention to realise his promises. A speech is just a speech to me. What’s important is the implementation afterwards. Like any others, this guy should be given the chance.


‘If we choose to be bound by the past, we will not move forward’

Barrack Hussein Obama

I Must Say I Do

Hello. I am at my kampong when I wrote this post. It really is a good experience, being in a place where I can’t access any connection with the World Wide Web. Well, as usual, I would sit with my family, hearing stories and sometimes interrupt. But today, I have something interesting to share. At least, the gist of our conversation.

How do we define marriage? Some cultures would say that marriage is just a form of formality to officiate that two souls are now together. Some says that marriage is a ceremony, to legalise sex between two people. Some sees it as a process which says that you are ready to commit to your better half. No matter how you define marriage, it should not be taken lightly.

In an Indian family, marriage is so sacred that a couple should have the blessing of both sides. No matter how much in love they are, a nod must be given by the family in order to further their relationship. For some, an arranged marriage will be done. This way, the child would have no choice but to marry the man/woman that the parents had chosen.

In contrast with that, western civilisation sees marriage in a lighter mood. No, not that they took the matter lightly, but rather in a cheerful manner. Love is put first. It is the couple who’s about to control their fate, not the parents. So, family doesn’t play much role in choosing their soul mate. But, I believe that they too feel the importance of family blessing before taking their relationship a step ahead, relatively speaking, marriage life.

As for the Malays, we have put some of this and thats. Therefore, the pros would cover the cons of each side. I’d say, however it is, it is a humungous matter to handle. But many took it lightly. Why? Because it’s easy to get more. Love is just a game, to them. That is why people are having problems relating to marriage at any given country.

Ever heard of domestic violence? A guy would beat up the wife, rape her and force her to do many dreadful stuff. The lady would be considered as nothing, just a piece of meat. How can this happen? Any human has the same amount of dignity, pride and value as the others. But when love took over, whatever the man said, is a command to the wife. I condemn this act as when you take each other, both deserve the treatment of love, and compassion.

What about adultery? I’m so sorry to say this but British movies and stories depict a lot of this despicable act in their society. I’m talking from experience. A’s wife is having an affair with B’s husband; C is having an affair with D’s daughter, so on and so forth. What happen to being faithful? Has the word commitment gone missing from the Oxford’s Dictionary? Pity the guy/lady who’s faithful to the other. They looked so stupid for staying so long with a person that does not even value them enough.

What about multiple marriages? Ha, this one is popular among the Malay community. It is true that it is sunnah to marry for women at one time, but it must be done accordingly. You have the wage of a factory worker, but a lust of a horse, that does not permit you to marry more than one time. If you have the power, the capability to do it, then it is okay. The consent of the wife/wives is important too. The result of which multiple marriages is done quietly is that World War III arises earlier before it is expected.

However it is, treat it as a holy process. It combines two soul to become one, and say that you are ready to have your life spent with your other half fully. Love is not a game. That’s why people are stressed to look carefully, so to choose the best person for them. But I believe, everyone has their own soul mate. So, to worry about not having one is unnecessary. Till next time.

Friday, June 5, 2009

It's Time I Do This (2) Tagged By Syud

1. How old are you?
18. He3 perasan..

2. Are you single?

3. At what age do you think you’ll get married?

4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?
I'm not with anyone la..

5. If not, who do you want to marry?
Please let it be Scha. HA3

6. Who will be your bridesmaid or your bestman?
Tarmizi would be ok.

7. Do you want a garden/ beach or traditional wedding?
Garden. I'd like a few trees here and there with few birds.

8. Where do you plan to go for honeymoon?
Desaru. Tak boleh? Ok lah Paris..

9. How many guest do you think you’ll invite?
I'll invite the whole state.

10. Will that include your exes?
Of course.. Datang ar kalau nak. 

11. How many layers of cake do you want?
Cake? Ish Taknak lah. Can we have burgers instead? Wendy's.

12. When do you want to get married? Morning or evening?
Morning lor.. garden time evening creepy oke.

13. Name the song/tune you would like to play at your wedding?
Hm, suruh my wife pilih la eak?

14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon/fork/ knife?
fine dining.

15. Champagne of red wine?
Urm, no2. My guest are driving. Ha3

16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?
Ha3 next!

17. Money or household items?
Macam la korang tak kenal aku kan.. 

18. How many kids would you like to have?

19. Will your record your honeymoon in DVD and CD?
Hm.. Blue Ray Disc ar.. mesti ade quality..

Thursday, June 4, 2009

It's Time I Do This. =) By Khatty

Rules and regulation of the tag ; All 21 people must do unless you don't have a blog. Write the names of 21 friends you can think of in your head. And then answer the questions. Say you're guessing if you don't know, but at least guess on all of them. After doing this, tag your unlucky friends to do the same. 

1. Artiah
2. Yanti
3. Ghazi
4. Tarmizi
5. Farhan
6. Amirah
7. Lee Hong
8. Syazninah
9. Ili Haya
10. Syud Lamry
11. Nigel Wong
12. Ramdhan Wardhian
13. Afiq Izhar
14. Shushi
15. Azrul
16. Suraya Halim
17. Sarah Halim
18. Arif
19. Sakinah Hafidz
20. Bulat

1. How do you meet 1? 
Form 4. Dread the day I met her. Ha3

What would you do if you and 15 had never met?

Nothing I guess. But Fas might say she's lonely. 

What would you do if 20 and 1 dated?

I'd laugh like hell. Lesbianism is not their thing.

4. Have you seen 17 cried?
Nope. Banyak ketawa ada lah. 

5. Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? 
He3 won't bet on it. I'd rather see them just as friends.

6. Do you think 11 is attractive?
11? Attaractive?? HA3 please don't let him read this!

7. What's 2 favourite colour?

8. When was the last time you talked to 9?

Just now. Haish

9. What language does 8 speak ? 
English, bahasa.

10. Who is 13 going out with?
Right now? Not sure. He's a partay guy!!! 

11. Would you ever date 17 ?
If her bf allowed her to, why not?? ;p

12. Where does 18 live?
Ampang, kot?

What is the best thing about 4?

He's my bestmate since I was 5. 

14. What would you like to tell 10 right now ?
All the best for your uni life! :)

15. What is the best thing about 20?
Selalu aku buli kau kan Bulat?? Kan kan?

16. Have you ever kiss 2?
Oh come on.. 

17. What is the best memory you have of 5?
Playing around during science in the lab. Syok giler..

18. When's the next time you're going to see 4?
Next week kot. Depends..

19. How is 7 different from 6?
6 needs my help right now while 7 always help me to smile. =)

Is 2 pretty?

I don't judge my bestfriend usually but, yeah she is.. dah xyah kembang weh.

21. What was your 1st impression of 15?
Sangat baik dan senyap. Very timid but smart.

22. How did you meet 3?
At school. Standard 1. Kemut sungguh.

23. Is 2 until 21 is your best friend?
Everyone is my good friend. Yeah I know x jawab soalan.

24. Do you love 1?
Of course. Sayang kau lah. 

25. Have you seen 18 in the last month?
Yes. Nak jumpa u lagi weh.  

26. When was the last time you saw 16?
Last thursday.  

27. Have you been to 5's house?
Pernah. Semalam. Ha3

28. When's the next time you'll see 10?
Dear God I don't know

29. Are you close to 11?
Yeah. Thanx to sorang hamba Allah tuh.

30. Have you been to the movies with 4?
Come to think of it, no. 

31. Have you gotten in trouble with 8?

Selalu. sory sayang. hu3

32. Would you give 19 a hug?
Hm.... ;p

33. When have you lied to 3?
Baru 3 ari lepas. he3 sory bro.

34. Is 11 good at socializing?
A big NNNNOOOOO for that.

35. What's the best thing about your friendship with 9?
ha3 banyak berjalan and exchanging diet tips! 

36. Has 1 met your parents?
My mum. She's her student. 

37. How did you meet 1?
In class. First day of school of form 4. dah tanye kan?

38. Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3?
Entah eak. 

39. Do you live close to 14?
I have to cross two states to go to her house.

40. What is 16 favourite food?
Tak pasti.

What kind of car does 1 have?

Kereta yang Barbie naik tu. 

42. Have you traveled anywhere with 12?
Yup. To JB.

43. If you give 1 a RM100, What would she spend it on?
Food, food, food, and food. Did I mention food??

Now There's A Good Sport

Hello. Just now, I was listening to Kieran and Seelan Paul babbling about some football stuff. It's obvious that Kieran is with Man U and Seelan siding Liverpool. I don't really know anyone who would go for Aston Villa. Or maybe Sunderland, or even Hull City. Yeah. Because all of them suck. For the rest of the world, Barclay Premier League has only around five to six football clubs. The rest are just bozos playing balls to give this 'real' clubs some 'real' training.

I remember the time when I really enjoyed watching golf. Guess which player I'm a fan of? Ha3 tak payah lah. Aku minat Tiger Woods lah. Ooo big surprise. But everyone seems to be swinging the club with one arm. I liked, no, loved the chip Woods made during the Masters Tournament in 2005. If there's a word to describe something more than fantasticly marvelous, I'll use it to describe that shot.

It's the same with tennis. Everyone was so madly in love with Agassi during his time. And even Navratilova during hers. Now it's Kutsnetsova. Or the Williams sisters. They don't like them because of the stupid (or maybe it helps?) groan during the game, but they rather like the style of the playing itself. Don't ask me about Sharapova, though. She's a different story. No2, she's good, don't get mad.

What about boxing? Yeah.. Someone told me, when he was young, Muhammad Ali was the king. Whenever there's a match and he's in it, it's as if the town had died. Everyone is glued to the TV set. School session stopped for a while, and even workplace would have breaks. Whether it is true or not, I don't know, but that's what I was told. People love him because of his achievements. Not because he's black. And definitely not because his boxing shorts are trendy.

For each sports, there will be a favourite, an icon which represents the game itself. For baseball, there's Yankees. For Malaysian badminton, Datuk Lee Chong Wei. For F1, it used to be Schumacher. Whatever it is, sports are leisure for some, life for the elite. For the others who're just spectators, it's just another game. Fans, would die to see their favourites win. Let's just hope nobody does, as to me, it's useless to bark on other dog's bone.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

From One To The Other

Hello. I had plans tomorrow. I'm going out with a bunch of my friends to City Square. Yeah, actually I'm meeting Tiah over there, but I'm taking this opportunity to bring along my old friends so that I don't have to go out a few million times to actually meet all my friends. Turn out, tomorrow is the last day before Myvi's road tax expired. I've forgotten that May had already closed it's curtain. So, my dad was like,

 'Balik before 12 AM tomorrow or I'll call the police,'

Ha3 well I've only been home after 12 for a few times. It's just that, I don't find anything fun outside after that time. Yeah, living in Pasir Gudang is just like living in some boring neighbourhood of Napa. No offense, Napa folks. So I don't see the point of having a night out after midnight. Unless we're in JB, then it's another story. But as a few million people knew, JB is 30 minutes drive from Pasir Gudang, so what the **** right?

The other thing is, my parents had always been monitoring my movements since I was a baby. Where I go, what I do, what I say is all controlled. I'm not saying it in a bad way. But that's the fact. So I'm trained not to go out at night, not to do this nor that. My environment is a controlled one. Many would say something and I know what it is but, it's just the way it is. So I accepted it.

But when I entered my secondary education level, it kinda change bit by bit. By then, I know that there are teenagers who drinks, who smoke, and had sex. Yeah, I know, pathetic huh? Before that I thought the worst would be having a fist fight with a teacher. From there I get to know many people with loads of colours. Smokers, drinkers, and those who just wanna have fun.

I don't care about smoking. What worries me is that many of my acquaintance drinks. Call me a traditionalist but I just can't accept it. Few of my friends did, and still do but I can't change them, so be it. Who am I to tell them to stop. But I can say this. Drinking will lead to drunkenness. When you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing. 

I've a story. Yes, another one. It's from a TV show where you call the guy at the show to give feedback. One night, a girl called, sobbing. Here's what she said.

My dad is a businessman and my mum is never at home. So we (my brother and I) will organise a party every week. Friends would come and liquor are served. When midnight comes, we would get ourselves a partner and go to bed. Usually, we were drunk so we don't even know who our partner is. It's just for the fun of doing it. The fun ended when one day, I woke up and found out that my brother was the one who had sex with me. I can't even look at my brother after that.

See, I don't know about you, but that's just sad. Sick, and sad. How could you actually end up that way? Regret is all you can do. The road less taken might be boring, but the end would be not quite sad. You cant rewind time and undo stuff. What we can do is prevent. How? Stay away from all the factors. A long journey lays ahead. Why shorten it?