Wedding song

Hate your job, your parents, your friends and your life?

What is nikmat in english?

'Nikmat' is why one must be grateful for what he or she has. It takes just a simple problem like having tooth cavity, and you won't be able to eat a delicious steak without having to get a tooth pick after that. Or having a peptic ulser, you won't be able to indulge most of the food served at your friends festivity.

The ability to dispose excess waste  in our body. Imagine having trouble with that task. Thats 'nikmat'.

Hate your job? One must be grateful because there are many others out there still 'menanam anggur'. Please don't label me as being blindly loyal. In my opinion, one must keep moving. A job is only a platform, for instance if you work as a toilet cleaner. That will not be your job for life. You know yourself, everyone is destined to achieve great things. Everyone has there own great expectations. Like Rocky said, 'You're better that that!!'.

If you still give excuses then talk to this man, he'll cheer you up.

Kak Rumi is leaving, she has completed her service to Tok Mak and the house for two years. That is one of the 'nikmat' that I will miss. Kak Rumi can be compared to Alfred from Batman. What will batman do without Alfred?

Looking at a positive view, It will give me more freedom to govern myself as for all this while I was a lazy like a fat prince who lives in his gold palace. But the problem is, without Kak Rumi, Tok Mak will have no one to talk to. We hope to find another Kak Rumi for you Tok Mak, insyaalllah.

Breakfast after cycling from Permatang Pauh to Batu Ferringhi, better than sex.

Why the sudden

For a while I thought I'm going to give up blogging. There are so many ideas, stories to share. So much I don't know where to start. It's my generation where young people don't use diaries anymore to write their expression. In my generation we type, and the laptop has replaced the old book and pen for so much more use.

Blogging is where I think I can improve my english, learn, give ideas. And there is this other classified intention, hidden remotely in the corner of my brain.
A hope, in a clenched fist while boarding a plane to an alien country imitating the poem from Si Tanggang's journey home poem. To discover that living life is more than just saying and writing promises.
what the flick,

Starting next month I'll stop going to the stadium. I need to use the money for something else. So, goodbye Farah, M, Ck. Not forget Kai, Kimi, Joe, Chia and all the other guys. Espeacially Bk whom I learn a lot about the real meaning of muay. You guys are family and I hope someday everything that I have learned I will share to the community. I'm going to open my own, 'Coffee Gym'. Where people come to train the five elements of S.P.I.E.S.

I stop going to the gym for a reason. I planned take mandarin classes. If not because of the limitations of my time and my financial I would have took up both. It took me three nights to think about this decision. My passion had to be sacrificed and I believed it is a good thing. As my beloved friend of my once said, 'benda yang kita suka tu tak semestinya baik untuk kita', and vice versa..

Found a class in Puchong, I would prefer a class in Shah Alam. Would be better if I got company. It's not a luxury I currently have, .. wishful thinking.

And I think the guitar has to go. I haven't played it anymore. So many projects, so many options so little timee...

then, what happened to the plan of playing 'Rocket' for her.

have to think about it though. What I really want actually,..

Apsara

8/11/2012

A day of loss,
Early in the morning. Kak Rumi told me Apsara's gone. Maggie killed her.



The day before, Bagheera took a dump in my closet. I went Apeshit on those cats. But its not long before I get to my senses and forgive them. I need them. Apsara, Akila, Zambezi and Bagheera. They calm me down.

She went wandering in our neighbours backyard. I won't blamed Maggie. She is just curious. Before I'm off to work I wanted to say hi to Maggie as usual, but she hides away from me. Maybe she felt guilty about what had happen. Auntie Julie buried Apsara, rest in peace Apsara.
So now only Akila, Bagheera and Zambezi left. They must be sad.

The incident reminds me of the reality of life, when you're young there will be a lot of trials and temptations to test you. Among all of the friends and love ones that we know. Not everyone will survive. Some become corrupt, some die. In life, one must be strong and try the best not to go into the killing zone. And if one entered that zone, try the very best to survive and live to tell about it.

Everything we have in life, is only borrowed  from Allah.
I won't shed a tear over Apsara. Shes gone and thats it.

You like to bite my fingers. Now I'll miss those moments.

Talking about wanting to have everything life can offer

As I lay on my bed, it is asr calling. I was thinking about taking a nap. But I went to the mosque anyways. During abolution, I saw this handsome chap with cructhes preparing himself for prayer. He came with another good looking chap who drove a yellow myvi. Makes me think for a while. If that guy with handicap have the effort and able to attend Allah's calling, why couldn't abang gedang perkasa like me fail to go to the mosque which is just a 3 min walk.

Sometimes, it is so easy to do something that can only last for a moment. And it feels hard to do a simple thing that can benefit in long term. 

But when you know you have to do it, you know you have to do it whether you like it or not.

Nusantara 1.0

For my final year project I have constructed an ultrasonic following robot. I called it Nusantara 1.0. A lot of my pocket money have been invested in this project. I had to sacrifice my social time with friends just to complete this project.


I bought PIC starter kit from Fared. Alhamdulillah finally I get to learn how to programme my robot. My aim after submitting my project this December is that I am able to be fluent in C language. So that I can put that skill in my resume. Gonna make my resume look yummy.

When my friends contacted me, 'jom chill'. I had to refuse their invitation. Kinda jealous to see people having to go out and chill. Whereas I had to go out early in the morning, stayed in the lab until late nights. I think this is my turning point. Finally the sense to become a wise and responsible young man.

There are a lot of projects that I had in mind. The nearest one is the Nutti Tin project. My first experience to the world of business.

At my age, I feel I am the one who supposed to treat my parents during eat outs. Most of my friends are working, getting married, involved in business. So this kind of motivation, to be on par with them.

But who am I doing this, for who? To make my parents proud, I know. For Allah, I know. But still, there is a hole in me. A hole that can never full.


It is depressing at times.