speak

What is it that make it so hard for people to talk to each other and how to overcome emotional war?

In the movie, "A Thousand Years of Good Prayers" potrays the difficulties between people to interact with each other. There are few reasons that make it so hard for people to talk to each other. Firstly, the problem of language barriers between the people from different backgrounds. It is very difficult for a person to interact with someone who doesn't share the same medium of conversation. A Chinese who only can speak Mandarin would have difficulties in interacting with an Iranian, wouldn't he? As in the movie, Mr. Shi have slight difficulties in talking to Madam, but as they both can speak little English, it helps them to understand each other. People will also have difficulties to talk to each other if they doesn't have the same interest in life. Mr. Shi and his wife doesn't talk too much with each other because they don't share similar interest. On the other hand, Mr Shi can comfortably talking to the puncher in his workplace, as they have similar interest. Another reason of why is it so hard for people to talk to each other, especially among family members is due to family conflict. This potrayed by Yilan who become a quiet person because of her family life, as her father Mr. Shi is accused to have a scandal at work, and have less interaction with his own wife. So, because of these reasons, people have difficulties talking to each other.

The movie also shows emotional war that potrayed by Yilan, who is newly divorced because of lack of interaction with her husband. Her father is worrying that she always remain silent as seems like she is unhappy with her life. But, she firmly said that she is happy by being quiet, even though deep inside, she is not. The only way for her to get away from this is to be honest and express her feelings to others, so that it will not be a burden for her to hold inside her heart.

So, that's all.
Adios~

a.i.s?

Am I Stupid?

To neglect you when you're here
But to miss you when you disappear

To look at you as if you're out of place
But to know of you more than anyone else

To make fun of you to all the people
But to comfort you when you feel miserable

To tell you that you're not beautiful
But to keep your pictures till memory card is full

Am I Stupid?

For not knowing how to say I Love You
Even I know that this feeling is true

keciQ

mama

Since the first time I see your face
I knew that you’re the one
The one who’s going to scold me
Whenever I run away from doing the chores

Since the first time I heard your voice
I knew the you’re the one
The one who’s going to nag me
Whenever I fail in my studies

Since the first time I hold your hand
I knew that you’re the one
The one who’s going to hit me
Whenever I make my sisters cry

Since the first time I see your face
I knew that you’re the one
The one who’s going to miss me
Whenever I am invisible from your sight

Since the first time I hear your voice
I knew the you’re the one
The one who’s going to comfort me
Whenever I feel helpless in coping with life

Since the first time I hold your hand
I knew that you’re the one
The one who’s going to hold me
Whenever I am going to fall off the cliff

But one thing that
I can’t see
I can’t hear
I can’t hold
And you use it
To always care for me
To always remember me
To always think of me
And most importantly
To love me eternally
And to let me love you too

Thank you, Mak
For everything
You’re the most perfect mother I’ve ever had
I will always love you
Happy Mother’s Day

music

Music is a type of art that comes from our heart. We live in a world of music surrounding us. The sound of birds chipping in the morning, honk of cars during traffic jams, and even the sound of our footsteps walking on a walkway can be considered as music. People created songs out of music, and a lot of type of song can be created with different types of music.

What genre of song do you think suitable for you? Is it RNB, rock or sentimental? Which side of the world that the music suits you? There are some kinds of music that tend to blend in ourselves. From the first moment we heard that song, we suddenly had a crush on it. Maybe that is the type of music suitable for us.

Well, for me, it depends on my mood. For the time being, I enjoy listening to the old Malay song. For example, rock song from Lefthanded and Wings. Malay indie music also suits me well. Top songs by Hujan, Meet Uncle Hussein, and Bunkface really do make me sing loudly in the toilet. But, my all-time favourite is Indonesian song. I just love to listen to the slow music of their song that always surely makes me feel more relaxed and peaceful. Famous bands from Indonesia such as Peterpan, Sheila On 7, Dewa and even Padi has created songs that were simply brilliant as rated by me. Haha. English songs? I am not really into them, but if the songs are good to be listened, I would just enjoy it.

So, that’s my interest on music. People have different perception in perceiving the type of music they like. Maybe you readers will not have the same preferences of music as mine. Who cares? As long as the music that you are listening to makes you happy, go ahead. Just listen and enjoy.

story

The story begins in a big old mansion with huge wooden door at the end of the marble pavement, and there are white pigeons rest themselves in a pond at the front yard. House Number Sixteen is the name given to the mansion, situated at a junction in a town called Bandar Utama. The mansion was built for a reason, built only for selected people. Only some are lucky to be the chosen ones, yet there are more people out there eager to move in.

Thirteen handsome princes, live together under one roof, roof of House Number Sixteen. Prince Aqil, the Iron Chef, is good in cooking, ranging from tom yam to beef steaks, all he manage too prepare with ease. As he is originated from the Kingdom of Johore, so Johore cuisines are what he cooks best. Prince Aqil is the cutest among the princes, but sorry girls, he is already taken. Next is Prince Aizat, the clean, the stylo, yet the shy one. His room is the tidiest, and it shine as bright as the stars, ambi pur smell all over the place, and all things are put in their places. Happily chatting with girls in virtual, but remain silent in the real world. Prince Mud is the crazy one, cheering his colleagues with hilarious jokes. Watching love movies is his hobby, yet is he having a girlfriend is still a mystery. Having an appetite of a dinosaur, but he remain slim at weight of 50 kilos. Prince Hafeez is the passive one; remain silent in his room, and study become priority number one. From the beginning of the day until the end of night, ninety-nine per cent of time allocated for books, and another one per cent for life. Prince Cool is named for Rahimi, as he encounters every single problem without becoming stressful. His skills is more towards technology, as can be detected from his Compaq laptop, you must be wondering how does it operates like an Apple. Indera is the Prince of Guitar, as he plays every note beautifully, but he must not sing or the laundry would not be dry in time. Being the head of the mansion, chief of all the princes, he does his responsibility well. He owns a scooter named the Green Machine, which is what he ride and proud of. Nur Haniff, the Humble Prince, always smiling to people, make they happy to see him. He has light in himself, which bring peace to others, wake up early in the morning ensuring not to miss the Subuh Calling. Next is Prince Izzat, the one with style. Always looks handsome wherever he goes, yet he is still single, I ought to know why. A prince from Penang who is unpredictable, sometimes he does this, sometimes he does that. The tallest prince is Calvin, and he could be a model, if he would want to. Prince Leong is skillful in using pencil, sketching animes with no problem at all. Move from one place to another, Nomad Prince is the one an only, Prince Hanif. Still searching for a room to settle in and now he is happy to live temporarily in front of the TV. Prince Firdaus is the Prince of Rempit, equipped with an RXZ, what he concern is about speed. Going out late at night for an open race, and he always go home with a happy face. The last prince is the smallest one, Prince Fadli, and he is a nice guy. Haha.

This essay is created without any intention to jeopardize any people reputation, and it is just simply for fun. All the characters have nothing to do with those who still alive or already six feet under. Peace, everyone!

kids

My childhood years. I don’t know why recently I always been reminded to my childhood years. So, since that I don’t have any idea what to write right now, let me tell you guys some of my stories when I was an infant.

Okay, where to begin? How about the story when I was not even born yet. Okay, I am the first child in my family, and the first grandson of both my grandparents. So, when I was still an embryo in my mother’s womb, my relatives have already predicted whether the baby going to be born is a boy or a girl. Sadly, they predicted that the baby was a girl. What? Most interestingly, my grandma already bought a gold bracelet for me, and one of my relatives already named me with a girl’s name. Want to know what the name was? It starts with an ‘F’ and none of my siblings have this name. No idea? You go home and ‘google’ for it. Haha. So, that was the first story. What happen to the bracelet? It was inherited to my sister who was born three years after.

Next, when I was one. I celebrated my first birthday twice. Why? Actually, the ‘first’ first birthday was celebrated some days before the real date. But, on the real date, my mom and I supposedly have gone to Sydney to visit my father who was still studying there at that time. But, unexpected flight delay occurred, and I celebrated my ‘second’ first birthday on the real date. A few days after that, I was in Australia.

My kindergarten years, urm..I should say kindergarten days because I was only enrolled there for three days. As in my previous post that I told you that I was a shy boy, I really was, and that is why I only been in kindergarten for three days. Actually, that is not the main reason why I don’t want to go to kindergarten anymore but there is another reason. At that time, I have to take a bus home after the class ended. One day, I was overslept in the bus, and the driver did not notice me because it was a huge bus and I was sleeping at the last row. So, after he had been sent the other students home, he went back to his office, and then I was awake. I noticed that I was alone in the enormous bus, and I started to cry and scream for my mom. The bus driver heard my voice and tried to comfort me. Then, I was sent home, and that was the last time I see the driver’s face, because that was the last day of me in kindergarten. Haha. After that incident, when the bus came to my home to pick me up, I hide under the table and held tightly to it.

Hmm..What else? I don’t know what else to tell you guys. I think that will be enough for now. This is not the first time I wrote about my childhood. I wrote this before in the English SPM 2007 paper, and the question was “Write about your early years.”, and I got an A1 in the subject. Maybe the examiner loves my story, I think. Haha. Anyway, hope that you guys enjoy my story, and do write yours too. I also would like to know your childhood stories.

cloud

I remember

As early as six in the morning, the bell rings. Indicate the beginning of your day, in an asylum called hostel. Everybody with faces of zombies ran to the bathroom for an early bath.

I remember

The first moment I stepped in. Noble faces of seniors greet me in pleasure. Yet I don’t know they were wearing masks, and reveal the true them when I am helpless. Asked me to clean up their laundry or even cook instant mee. Yet I did the same thing to my juniors. Haha.

I remember

Breakfast, lunch and dinner were specially prepared for more than half a thousand people. Everyone without any idea what were the ingredients of the cuisines. Then somehow a scream came out of nowhere, “Aaahh…there’s a dead lizard in my rice!” Unfortunately, at that time I already finished my meal. “Oh, no! I’m going to be a Cicakman!”

I remember

The worst day in hostel was the best day of your life before. Birthdays. Rotten eggs, water from the fish pond, will be poured on the celebrated person. Then, the celebration ended when the warden finally showed up, without any invitation. The lucky person will remember the best gift he received, three red lines at the back. Ouch. Luckily this doesn’t happen during the birthday of mine. Fiewwhh.

I remember

It was like living in hell there. Bound with schedules and time limits. Only allowed to go out to town once a month. But, the memories living in a hostel are the sweetest in my life.

There I learned the meaning of friendship; I learned the meaning of life.

trip

Fun and joy at the top. On 28th March 2008, the Earth Hour day, six KBU stooges went on a trip to Genting Highlands. This is the list of the stooges; Aqil, Izzat, Pidah, Rahimi, Fadli (me), and Mahmoud. The journey was an idea by one of the stooges who came from Syria, Mahmoud, because he has never been to Genting before. Yet, he doesn’t know that the other local stooges also never went there too, except for Aqil who went there once before.

Aqil was elected as the trip leader as he is the only one who has been there before. As a leader, Aqil was named Papa by the other five of us. Haha. Papa Aqil. Okay, back to the trip. We bought the trip package early in the morning, at around 8.30. The package includes return bus transfer, return Skyway transfer (cable car), and All Park access with a price of only RM42. That’s the price of our enjoyable day. Quite cheap, right?

After a one and half our journey, we arrived at Genting Skyway Station. Trying to reach the cable car faster, we somehow got lost as we went up and down the stairways. Sorry, Papa Aqil, because we don’t follow your suggestion of taking the lift. But, the experience of getting lost there is quite enjoyable, though. We began to feel our nerves as we stepped in the cable car. Wow, it is really high up there, and we were left hanging on the cable. It was very scary; luckily none of us have acrophobia. If not, there will be fainted stooges on the cable car.

At eleven in the morning, we reached the top. All the rides seem very enjoyable and we just can’t decide which one to be tried first. But, at last, we tried the least dangerous one first. Haha. As we have tried more than five rides, we began to gain more spirit. Up next, the Space Shot, which bring you up almost 50 feet in the sky, then release you down from that height. There is safety precaution, of course, seatbelts and etc. If not, I’m not going to tell you guys this story. Space Shot rated as five stars out of five by me. I suggest that all of you to try it. When we were going down, we experienced zero weight, and our bottoms don’t reach the seat. It was like committing suicide. Luckily we don’t faint or throw up. After that ride, we decided to rest first, and gather our braveness back. Haha.

After that, the clouds were turning black, and rain started to pour. So, we went to the Indoor Park. First, as we have planned since a day before, we played the Bumper Car. Poor Pidah, his car was always been a target for the other five of us. But, hitting his car was really fun and satisfying. The needle of the clock then pointed at two. So, we went for our lunch first before resuming our adventure. The prices of the foods were extraordinarily expensive. I don’t want to tell more about this, because it is not fun. Next, Mahmoud treated us for a wall climbing challenge. It was the first time for us, Aqil, Izzat, Pidah, and me as Mahmoud has tried it before in his country. Well, for me, I was the first one to climb, and guess what. I reached the top. I reached the top with my first attempt. Yeay! The best climber of the day was Aqil, because he stopped halfway. Haha. It’s all right Aqil, there will be next time. After that, we tried the rest of the ride in The Indoor Park.

After the rain stopped, we went back to the Outdoor Park, and tried all the rides that we missed before. At 7 p.m., Papa Aqil told us that we have to go back to the Skyway Station, or else we are going to miss the trip back to Bandar Utama. We reluctantly agreed because we wanted more fun. So, we called it a day after eleven hours of fun in Genting.

It was a very memorable event for us, for me especially. Thanks for the memories, Genting.

goal

Our goal is to be successful, and success is our dream.

We aim success, and we make an effort to achieve it. We will reach a point where we think a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, yet we don’t realize that we can achieve more if we take risks. In addition, taking risks can spice up our life, and let us out from a dull, plain, boring life. As we are stuck between two roads that diverged in a yellow wood, we find ourselves standing on a fence. We doubted which way are we going to take, and pondering how that decision will affect our life. Maybe we are afraid that we will get off on the wrong foot. Don’t worry; we have time to fix it up later. Just take the chances and don’t ever pull the plug.

As we go on with life, we regretted the past, and we were slowly killed by it. Keep your chin up, guys. Let the bygones be bygones, and start a new life. Life is an ongoing story, and every story has different chapters. So, flip on to the next page and keep writing until the final drop of ink. Do remember, every cloud has a silver lining.

Patience is virtue. We will encounter many obstacles when going through life. Don’t give up so easily, and control your temper. Hold your horses. Take a deep breath, refresh your mind. Find ways of relaxing the soul. Find a peaceful place, with fresh air surrounding it. As we were putting too much effort to achieve success, we will become exhausted. Take some time to hit the hay. We are no robot, we need rest too.

If we are working in group, be united. A house divided against itself cannot stand. If we are united, we can achieve almost everything. That is what TEAM means, Together Everyone Achieve More. United we stand, divided we fall.

Aiming success is a dream. Making effort to achieve it is an adventure. So, pack your things, prepare to struggle. Life is more enjoyable when we add more colours to it. Have a good life, my friends, and good luck in everything you do. Adios.

next

To be an engineer, to be an architect
We always wonder what will come next

We aim success, we aim the best
We make our effort and forget the rest

Sometimes we stuck, or even failed
We return to the path where the truth prevailed

We want to live a successful story
And let the past be our history

Living life as sweet as cream
And let the future to be our dream

first

What is it like to be the first? Do you feel superior? Or feeling you are the best among the rest? When you are the first one to reach the finish line during a marathon race, you feel great. When you are the first one to be called for an impromptu speech, you feel nervous. When you are the first one to be a failure among your friends, you feel disappointed.

First is derived as the number one. Numero uno. First is the best. But is it really the best?

Being the first doesn’t necessarily mean the best. As a first child, doesn’t mean that you are better than your younger siblings. First child means responsibility. Responsibility towards your younger siblings and you doesn’t have to be better than them to be responsible for them. What you need is care and love towards them, and most importantly, keeps them away from any harm. Being the first child also mean that you must be a good example towards the other siblings.

To be positively first is great. But, what if you are the first negatively? You are the first one to be kicked out from school or the first one to be expelled from your workplace. Are these making you feel great? Yes, to some extent, but usually no, right? So, why don’t you be the first one to do great things? Be the best, guys, and beat the rest.

This is a very short essay. My brain is hardly to function right now. Chowz.

alter

28th February 1991, a historical date for Malaysia. At that moment, the Prime Minister of Malaysia was Dr. Mahathir (presently addressed as Tun Dr. Mahathir). He was giving a speech about his vision to modernize this country, to put Malaysia at par with other developed countries. It was that day, February 28th 1991; Dr. Mahathir presents out his idea of Vision 2020, and the day that my mother gave birth to me.

28th February 2009, I am eighteen. The age that most people certified as above age, eligible to buy cigarettes on my own, eligible to watch adult-rated movies in Malaysia, and most importantly, eligible to withdraw more than RM 200 daily from my CIMB Bank account. But, these are not the main purpose of my topic today. I am now eighteen years living in this world, and I have been through many events that somehow have changed me in many ways.

I was a shy boy back in my kindergarten days. Well, to be honest, I only went to the kindergarten for three days, because of an event that truly embarrassing to be remembered. It was really hard for me to socialise with other kids in my class, and as they stare at me, the quiet little boy who sat at the corner of the class, I became deeply terrified. I don’t know why but it was me back then, and after the third day, I called it off. No more going to the kindergarten. I stayed at home and hide under the table when my bus came to pick me up. Haha. But, as I grew older, I began to change myself. I tried to be more sociable, started to interact with people of different gender and races, participate in any kind of group works. I make friends with many people and started to gain reputation in school. I was elected as the President of School Cleanliness Board when I was in Form Five. Four years before, I was barely able to speak to any one of my peers, but four years after, I was able to manage one of the school organisations.

The way I studied was also altered from year to year. At school, study is simple. By doing the homework given by the teachers was considered as study. Another habit is what so-called last minute studying. I will only study if the upcoming test is approaching in less than 24 hours. I don’t have the tendency to study earlier than that. But, I change the way I study as I grew older. I knew that the studying was getting tougher and tougher. So, I decided to double my effort, and now, the way I study is different from when I was in school. Now, I am able to study everyday without any hesitation.

I have also changed the way I view things, change my style, and change towards the better me. I hope that I can change more. I change not only to satisfy myself, but for my family and friends, so that I will be able to be a good son, a good brother, a good friend , and a good citizen.

relax

You feel the tense, and I feel it too. It has been very stressful this couple of weeks. With homework and assignments pile up on the table, and the tests are just interrupting in the middle. The weekends are entertainment no more. Weekends now mean it is finish-your-homework time. Are there any ways that can release us from this burden?

Yes, there are.

It is essential for us, especially students to have some time to rejuvenate after a full week of classes. Take a nice deep breath before getting back to the study table. Try switch on the television, watch movies, talk shows or even documentaries to some extent. But if these doesn’t satisfy you, get dressed and go to the cinema, then. These may help you cool down or a little while. Relax your soul, pamper yourself. Have a cool ice soda and watch cartoons. An hour would be enough, and then continue the studying again.

Everybody have hobbies. Ranging from active activities such as sports to more passive ones, such as reading novels, hobbies can help you to enjoy yourself. Forget the assignment for a while, put aside the homework, do it later. Ignore studying for some time. Enjoy your hobbies. Go jogging in the park, play football, or even shopping.

Have no reluctance to call your family. They will do best to cool you down. Even a single word from them may et you out from the stress. Have a nice chat. Tell them your difficulties, let it out. Let them lend their ears to your problems. Family understands better most of the time, especially the mothers. If this doesn’t work out, try doing it with your friends.

For those who have partners, I consider you as lucky in this extent. Even by staring at your beloved’s eyes your stress would be flown away. Asking her for a date is one of a good ways to release stress. Share your problems with her, and let her comfort you.

But, or me, the best method is go back to where we come from, Him. Open the Holy Book, recite His message. Loose up your mind. Remember Him always, and bear in mind, He never, and will not forget you. Ask Him for forgiveness for your wrongdoings.

Well, there are a lot of other ways of releasing tension. From screaming out loud in the open space to enjoying a holiday trip, just do whatever you want. Ignore your studies for a while, just le t your study table in a mess, tidy up later. Now, go out. Do your things.

Life is short. So enjoy it while you still can. Peace.

odd

It is odd. It is weird. Yesterday evening my friends and I went to KLCC for our documentary assignment about ‘Cultural Differences’. We went there searching for a few foreigners to be interviewed. Then, I found out that there are some odd and weird customs in their culture. Want to know what? Just keep on reading, guys.

But the first person we interviewed was the taxi driver who drove us from Bandar Utama to our destination, the magnificent Petronas Twin Towers. I do not remember what his name is but he said that he has been driving taxi for four years. Before this he was a journalist for some famous newspaper. Of course, for the whole journey of half an hour, he shared us his story of driving the customers here and there. We were told that he encountered some miscommunication with some of the foreign customers. One of his amusing experiences is that, two Chinese tourists, whom do not know to communicate in English, asked him to drive them to KLCC. What they do to let the taxi driver know their destination is the best part. They use some sort of body language to give the taxi driver a hint of where the place is. The interview with the taxi driver went well, and he also gave a good respond to our questions.

As we arrived at the masterpiece of architecture, we saw a European guy sitting by the water fountain. We approached him and asked whether we can interview him or not. He said yes without any reluctance, and the short interview began. He told us that he is from Czech Republic and came here for a business trip. Then, we asked him the main question, “What do you find different between your culture and Malaysian culture?” So, he said that the Malaysians are friendlier than the Czechs. He always can see the Malaysian smiling around cheerfully greet each other, contrast with his people in Prague, who always looked moody and unfriendly.

Then, we began to quest for Japanese or Koreans, but we couldn’t find any. As we walked there for few hours, a group of Koreans grabbed our attention. We approached them. But, what happened was a bit frustrating. Neither one of them wanted to be interviewed. Maybe it is their culture that they are very shy.

We began to feel exhausted. Yet, we think the material for our documentary is still not enough. We quest for maybe another one foreigner, but we ended up interviewing three person, a lady from England and two men from The Netherlands. What we find odd and weird in their culture is that the Dutch men kissed each other as for their greetings. Isn’t it awkward? Are they gay? Hmm.

To conclude, the day ended very well. Want to know how the Chinese describe the KLCC by body language? Or how the Dutch men kiss each other? Just wait for the documentary that coming to you in March.

kring

Why can’t I wake up early everyday? I just don’t get the reason. I really want to be a living person when the sun rises from the horizon. But why did the sun drag me from one dream to another? Keep me in bed until it shine as brightly as high-beam spotlight.

There are some negative effects of waking up when the sun has been working for hours. First, there will be no breakfast. Instead, we will only have to take brunch, which is breakfast plus lunch. It may save a proportion of our pocket money, but it is not good for our body. We will not have enough energy to go through the hectic day if we don’t take breakfast. Another consequence of late-rising is we will miss the privilege of studying in the morning. Morning is the best time for our brain to absorb what we learn, the best time to study compared to other part of the day. More over, in the morning, our brain is still fresh to work and can be used to its peak potential.

Why did we wake up late? First, it is because we sleep late at night. We prefer to work on our work at night, and to stay up to study. Sometimes we stay awake to watch interesting TV programmes the broadcasted after midnight. For me, to watch football in the morning is okay, because the enthusiasm of watching live football matches is far greater than the repeated one. Haha. I don’t want to condemn watching football because it is one of my hobbies. But, if I watch football that starts at three, and ends at five, I will not sleep after that. I will wait until noon to get myself into bed. Usually like that.

Are there any tips to wake up early in the morning? We can buy a very big alarm clock with a high-pitched bell ring. That will do it, maybe for a short period of time. To wake up early is not about what device we use to wake us up. It is up to ourselves whether to wake up or not.

The day starts at dusk, so should your life.

Sorry for this very short essay. I don’t have any idea what to write about. Hmm.

ball

Malaysia-football mad nation. Is it true? For me, it is absolutely true. People are talking football here and there. Some are willing to buy original replica jerseys, or even pirated ones just to show their support towards their teams. Most Malaysians support teams from the English League, such as the four teams that are so-called the Big Four, which consists of Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool and a team that I hate the most. But some prefer teams from other European countries. For instance, Real Madrid and Barcelona from Spain, and AC Milan, Inter Milan and Juventus from Italy. Sometimes, the jerseys that the football die-hard-fans would have the names of their favourite players printed on their backs. We might see Cristiano Ronaldo buying fish at the morning market, Fabregas selling pirated VCDs, Gerrard selling toys at the night market or Lampard hanging around in One Utama. But that’s not the real them, the people are Malaysians, who just don’t realise how not-so-European-look their face are. Haha.

Every weekend, most men will go to nearby mamak stalls, or even gather with their friends at home in front of the television to watch their favourite teams in action. Don’t be surprise if at three in the morning, you see a lot of people cheering and screaming their heart out in front of the TV. ESPN is a must watch, Astro is obliged to be installed at home. It’s all about the love for the game. Maybe the commentary of the games played sometimes in different language, but one word that everyone will understand, and celebrate, which is, “Goal!” Even if you are a Malay, Chinese or Indian, or even Nepalese, the word ‘goal’ in football means only one thing-victory.

Every evening, people will go the field of any condition, to play out their favourite sport. People with age ranging from 5 to 40 will play their heart out at the field. Skills of Messi, dribbling of Deco, and good goalkeeping ability of Cech, all can be seen performed by the players. Even though they are not as good as the real players, but at least they try. For example, I have a friend who wants to be a freestyler. For those who don’t know what freestyler is, I can tell you it is a person who performs football skills. Some of them may do it as a career. Oops, back to my friend. I think he have the skills, just he still have to do many practices, and he can be like the pros. But the good thing is he doesn’t stop trying, and that’s what most needed, determination.

Adidas, Nike, and Puma. The three biggest sports brands, fulfil the needs of the football players. From the jerseys to the boots, it may cost a person hundreds of Ringgit. To be honest, I bought my football boots for RM150. My mom would nag me about this, but I still keep it away from her knowledge. Haha. Sorry mom. Yet, the big question here, why did I willingly to spend a lot for football. Again I can say that it’s all about the love for the game.

Maybe this post may disturb the people who don’t like football, mostly the girls. But I do find some of the girls that love football as boys do, although some only love to watch the sexy players only. So, whether you like football or not, it’s up to you. It’s your call. My love for sports is towards football. What sports that become your favourite then?

* Here I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to Mr Derick because of the untidy collage my partner and I had done. But we already did a new one and hang it on class' wall. I'm sorry again, sir.

love

What does love mean to you? Is it an emotion? Or it is just a word that just pop out of nowhere? Love can be subjective. It differs from every person’s point of view. Love from a child’s viewpoint, could be the moment that he is feeling secure in his mother’s hug. Love from a teenager’s viewpoint, could be the moment he had his first date. Love from an adult’s viewpoint, could be the moment he spend with his family. Does love evoke the sense of security, or it’s just about lust?

Well, I don’t know much about love. I am just a going-to-be-eighteen-year-old young adult. Do you expect I have a very relevant view about love? I am still prohibited to watch adult-rated movies. Don’t ever think big about my perception about love. You will regret. But this is my viewpoint of something that people called love.

What is love? Love. Love. Love. I think that love just come by itself. When you feel it, you just don’t realize it. It doesn’t going to tell it is coming to you. Do you ever receive a call that sound like this, “Hello, this is LOVE. I’m coming to your life in about..mm..let me check my watch first..about fifteen minutes from now. Is it okay? Or I need to arrange an appointment with you first?” I bet no is your answer, right? If your answer is yes, please find yourself a psychologist, immediately. And don’t come any near to me again. Haha.

Love is not the feeling that only being felt when you are with your girlfriend. Love is also about family, and friends. Then, why do people always relate love to boyfriend-girlfriend relationship? Let’s come out from the box. If I say, “I am in love.” Does it mean I am having a feeling towards a girl? I can say that I am in love with my parents, because they provide me money and shelter ever since the day I was born. I can say that I love this moment of being a single and available person. I also can say that I love every second of being me.

I don’t want to condemn those who are in love. Love makes you more aware of yourself. You will tend to take good care of yourself when you know that you are in someone’s heart. Love also can make people suffer. Many people suffer from love, especially love for money. As a whole, love makes the world go round. And the greatest love of all is from Him, and for Him, the Almighty, the Most Merciful.

Maybe you are wondering why I am writing about love. Does someone have captured my heart? Or I just had a crush with someone? Haha. Naa.. I don’t need any reason to write about love. It is just I don’t know what to write about, and this is what came out from my mind. Now that you have read what I think about love, I want to know yours too. So, what is love to you?

two

Week two in KBU, I have to adapt myself to the AUSMAT year. This year is going to be a very hectic year, full with assignments and homework. I still do not think I am ready enough to encounter 2009, but I have to be. Last year, nineteen out of 96 of my seniors failed to score the required marks for AUSMAT, and for this year, I hope that I am not going to be like them.

I was right, I am right. My prediction about this year is absolutely true. Referring to the course outline given by the lecturers of every subject, there is no doubt that this year will be very tense. I took a deep breath, just to relax myself for a moment, and then I fell asleep. Suddenly, my parents’ hopes appear to wake me up. A sudden impact hit me with a blast. I have to struggle. I don’t want to let my parents down. I will make them proud of having me as their son.

EALD classes. There is some funny moment that I had during the classes. First, I learn a new word that I tangled my tongue to pronounce it, which is ‘onomatopoeia’. When I got home that day, my mouth would be mumbling quietly to perfecting my pronunciation of ‘onomatopoeia’, and I still don’t get it yet. Why there is a word like this? It makes my life a bit miserable. Huh. Secondly, I experienced a very humiliating moment that I don’t want to share with anyone. Only Mud and I knew about this. Haha. I just can say that it is about a word in a novel that sounds unfamiliar to me. No hard feelings, okay?

Week two presented me with a lot of homework to be finished. Yet, I have to take some time to relax. One of the ways to do so is hanging around at the ‘mamak’ stall, where my friends and I usually had our dinner. But, on some occasion, I went there with my family. One Saturday night in a ‘mamak’ stall in Klang, when I was having a very delicious ‘mamak’ delicacy, a group of teenagers caught my sight. There were boys and girls. They were very chaotic and noisy. They were annoying me with their rude act, and their loud voices. Where is your respect, guys? Where is your politeness? Don’t all of you realize that we are Malaysians, and Malaysians doesn’t act like you do! I suddenly lose my appetite, and I didn’t finish my meal. I went home and wondering why they become like that. Aren’t they supposed to be more down-to-earth? Or at least obey the fifth ‘Rukun Negara’, which is “kesopanan dan kesusilaan”, right?

So, that’s about my second week in KBU. How was it? I will rate it as average. There is nothing much happen to my life, except that I am growing older day by day. Haha.

me

All right now. Where to begin? For the first post, I would like to introduce myself. As for Mr. Derrick, we haven’t known each other very well, right? This post will give me the opportunity for me to let you know who I am.

Firstly, of course, my name. As stated in my Mykad, Muhammad Fadli bin Mohd Din is my name. But, my peers addressed me as Fadli, which is shorter and simpler. I also have other nicknames, though. Yet I think to be called Fadli is much better. My mother gave birth to me on 28th February 1991, luckily not the 29th. If so, I will have to celebrate my birthdays once every four years.

Secondly, my family. I consider it as a government cabinet. Want to know why? Well, I assume my father is the Prime Minister, as he is the head of the family. His name is Mohd Din, works for himself, and originated from Kelantan. The Minister of Finance would be my mother. Ras Aninah is her name, and she works as a teacher. Yes, she is the one to control the family’s expenditure. Myself, as I am the oldest of four siblings, would be the Minister of Defence. I am the one to look after my younger sisters, there are three of them. My first sister is Fairuz Afifah. She is the Minister of Religious Matter, or likely to be known as ustazah. There is a reason for this, that is because she studies in a religious school. Next, Nurul Firzana, my second sister. Cooking, cleaning, and doing the chores would be her responsibilities, because she is the Minister of Home Affairs. She is also studying at the same school as her elder sister. Last but not least, my youngest sister, Farah Syafiqah. She is the Minister of Youth and Sports, because she is the youngest and most active person of the family. She will only stop moving if she is sleeping.

Now, about my hometown. It is a rural area, but has very convenient infrastructures. I would tell it is a modern ‘kampung’, which is called Kg. Sg. Udang. What I love the most about this area of living is that the people are very friendly. All person in the neighbourhood know each other well.

Before I enrolled in KBU, I studied in a technical school, Technical Institute of Kuala Lumpur, as a technical science student. The school is located in Bandar Tun Razak, Cheras. I learned a lot in there, not only academically, but also learning how to be a better person. The best part of this school is that the students were not only learned the theoretical knowledge, but also the practical skills. These skills are very important for them in order to prepare themselves for the working life, because the job opportunities are scarce, and skilled workers would be hot prospects for many companies.

So, that’s all I can tell about me. It is just a brief introduction, but from time to time, you will know me better. Oh, before I end my post, I would like to apologise if there are grammatical errors. I know my English level is average. I hope I can improve this year, with the help from my lecturer and friends.

Till next post then, bye for now…