tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72431220825560254812024-03-13T22:41:35.697+08:00TBDthe virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-7068974945450398742019-10-05T22:39:00.002+08:002020-06-03T11:12:31.344+08:00Journal journey<div style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">
Hari pertama.
Sedang berusaha sehabis baik untuk menuliskan sesuatu secara rutin. Moga-moga lebih istiqamah
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Alhamdulillah, dapat bonding dengan anak-anak ke taman & kolam renang pagi ini.
Alhamdulillah, kereta Mazda siap dibaiki & dihantar terus ke rumah oleh pomen.
Alhamdulillah, bangah, nisa nuhaa & acubil semua kemas rumah bila ummi suruh.
Alhamdulillah, dapat habiskan lipat baju 4 bakul.
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Tajuk ujikaji : Mengenalpasti anak-anak melalui respon kepada arahan</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Objektif : Memahami bagaimana cara fikir anak-anak apabila menerima arahan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel : Ain, Utbah, Nisa’ & Nuhaa</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Langkah-langkah :</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Buat tayangan cerita kartun di komputer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Benarkan anak-anak menonton cerita kartun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Panggil seorang demi seorang untuk membantu menyidai kain di ampaian.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Pemerhatian : ( tidak mengikut susunan )</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel 1 :</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">***** : ala kenapa?! </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="fullpost"><font face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><br /></font>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel 2 :</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">***** : saya sorang je?!</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="fullpost"><font face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><br /></font>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel 3 :</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain</span><font face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><br /></font>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel 3 terus bergerak ke belakang tanpa sebarang pertikaian. Dalam perjalanan, terdengar bunyi tangisan adik, dicubit oleh Sampel 3.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="fullpost"><font face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><br /></font>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Sampel 4 :</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">**** : **** dah agak dah ummi nak suruh sidai kain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Kesimpulan :</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Gelak aje lah ummi dengan telatah korang ni.</span>
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-610159308326660452019-05-09T23:35:00.002+08:002019-05-13T10:41:42.982+08:00A Fight with An Idiot.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="fullpost"><span class="s1" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The famous quote by Mark Twain makes all sense to me today. There was a seller in this Shopee Apps that i used to buy a masquerade mask from, for kak ain’s event at her school. The event took place in the morning, 3 May. Purchased on 29 April 4 pm, the seller only submit the parcel to the PosLaju on the 30/4 6 pm where i have already received notification parcel ready on the 29/4 evening. To cut the story short, the parcel ended up reach her at 3/5 afternoon. She didn’t have chance to wear it. :(</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I then rated the seller 2 stars, because it did not reach on time. The seller rudely messaged me and accused of trying to tarnish their reputation. Tsk tsk tsk. I don’t want to get angry nor getting the negative aura, then blocked him/her. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">He/she then crazily posted hate message (with a terrible English) for me at buyer rating and rated me as 2 stars ( later edited to 1 star ), inciting all sellers not to entertain customer like me. Haha. Pathetic. Sore loser.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Anyway i just wished him/her hope you sell plenty and get rich despite my rating. ( that was the reason he/she changed from 2 stars to 1 ). Suit yourself dear seller! I’m not going to play your game. You are definitely not my league. Hahaha.</span></div>
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-11697776163124314502019-05-08T11:41:00.000+08:002019-05-09T23:36:24.066+08:00Kang Lan & Hari Hiba <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Kang Lan atau Pakcik Roslan ( ada juga yang menggelar pakcik agogo bila merujuk beliau pada zaman itu ) merupakan salah seorang staf pejabat di SMKAKS, sekitar 1994-1998. Beliau mengahwini Kak Aznaliza, ketika itu bergelar Pengurus Asrama. Aku masih ingat beliau enggan dipanggil kang olehku. “Ko budak2 lagi panggil pakcik aja”. Hari ini aku mengetahui, jarak umur kami tidak jauh langsung aku jadi kekok membahasakan dia sebagai pakcik, sementalah beliau masih lagi dalam perkhidmatan.<br />
Beliau aku hubungi melalui aplikasi Whatsapp, setelah diberikan nombornya oleh Zaleha, junior satelit harapanku (walaupun belum bersua muka). Namanya timbul apabila duit tajaan iftar batchku masih berbaki untuk mengisi slot tajaan guru. Melalui syura’ batch 1998 bersetuju menaja kerusi beliau & isteri.<br />
Sapaan ku di Whatsapp tidak dijawab,<span class="fullpost"> sebaliknya beliau membuat panggilan telefon kepadaku. Menjawab panggilan secara tetapan lalai, aku berkeras bertanya “nak cakap dengan siapa?” selepas beliau meminta aku memperkenalkan diri sejurus selepas aku menjawab “hello”. Aku tersedar apabila membanding nombor telefon yang terpapar dengan nombor yang telah aku sapa di WA, “eh kejap, ini pakcik roslan ya?” Tebakku yakin.Aku menyebut namaku dan Kang Lan menyambung “yang sekolah SMKA Kuala Selangor kan?” Aku jadi kaget, “Subhanallah, Kang Lan masih ingat saya?!” separa terjerit.<br />
MasyaAllah sungguh terharu. Bual kami panjang. Kisah kegagalanku pada Pidato Piala Diraja dipetik lagi. Rupanya Kang Lan yang menghantar pasukan kami ke pertandingan tersebut. Sempat beliau membebelkan pegawai teknikal yg membetulkan mikrofon semasa aku sedang berucap, punca kelupaan ku, menurut anggapannya.😂😅
<br /> Dan beliau menghimbau memori tentang baba. “Kau anak khodi kan? Abah kau sehat?”<br />
Kang Lan masih mengingati banyak maklumat tentang aku. “Iya kang, abah saya dah meninggal baru hujung tahun lepas”. Serentak menuturkan itu, rasa hiba menjentik hatiku. Dari siang, sehingga ke tarawih, air mata ku sekejap-sekejap mengalir sendiri. Dan masih mengalir semasa aku menyudahkan entri ini. Hiba. Rindu. Serentak aku tersedar, Ramadhan ini kali pertama tanpanya. 😢 Dalam kesedaranku, tidak pernah sekali pun aku menuturkan rindu baba, secara berhadapan. Ia bukan satu budaya dalam keluargaku. Baba, am benar-benar rindu.😭<br />
Perbualanku dengan Kang Lan diakhiri dengan janji dari beliau untuk berbincang dengan isterinya perihal jemputan ke Majlis Iftitah, sempena sambutan Jubli Perak SMKAKS. Semoga kerusi-kerusi tersebut dapat diisi oleh beliau & isteri. Terima kasih Kang, mengingatkanku kepada Baba. AlFatihah.</span></span>
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-64810992897731189472019-05-05T23:41:00.000+08:002019-05-09T08:18:03.236+08:00Mama Saya<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Foto pertama diambil ketika usai makan tengahari di restoran e-place. Mama & Dik Mas dalam perjalanan ke Bandar Enstek, bermalam di rumah Kak Bid, sebelum meneruskan agenda esok, pelayaran Islamik. Ini kali pertama mama berpergian setelah selesai eddahnya 4 bulan 10 hari. Kami bersama-sama menyarankan pelayaran islamik mengubati kesedihannya setelah pemergian Baba. Saya masih kelihatan sangat besar biarpun sudah berlindung di belakang mama. 😅<br /><br />
Foto kedua diambil sekembalinya Mama & Dik Mas daripada pelayaran islamik. Bermalam satu hari di Tanjong Malim, sekadar melepaskan kantuk & lelah Dik Mas yang memandu dari KLIA pulang ke Baling. Kesempatan ini tidak kami lepaskan untuk meraikan ulangtahunnya yang ke 65.<br /><br />
Selamat hari jadi Mama. Terima kasih atas segalanya. Sayang mama sangat-sangat, walau tak pernah diucap. Ada rasa janggal hendak menuturkan secara berhadapan. Saya sangat “reserved” dalam hal ini. Mungkin cara asuhan saya sedari kecil tidak menekankan perkara ini. Kendatipun, saya faham benar apa yang saya rasai. Redhakan saya dunia akhirat, Mama ❤️.
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-81321559235088401542019-05-04T23:07:00.000+08:002019-05-09T08:20:45.982+08:00Taking a Break from FB<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It is too overwhelming that I can’t handle it anymore.<br />
It is my birthday, i’m deactivating my FB.<br />
<span class="fullpost">Hopefully it’s a wise gift to myself.<br />I’m yet to decide whether it is temporarily or not.<br />This ramadhan will be the testing period.<br /><br />Happy birthday me!</span></span>
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-35956865838597618942015-07-03T13:22:00.001+08:002019-05-09T08:37:08.778+08:0025 Nonsensical Things of Me
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<li>a sweet talker...they share their problem, i listen.. they ask for advises.. i just gave them crap...and they go “thanks a lot Am.. owe u!”</li>
<li>a big supporter of National Breastfeeding Policy</li>
<li>love sarcasm but suck at it</li>
<li>much more younger than the look ;) I can take that anyway..!</li>
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<li>don't do high heels</li>
<li>art skills works well during stress</li>
<li>craving for that black Bonia boots just because they looked gorgeous on the display shelf</li>
<li>not into make-up, perfumes & handbags</li>
<li>prefer baking than cooking, unfortunately not good at both</li>
<li>easily remember people birthday though didn’t plan to</li>
<li>not into Siti Nurhaliza, (but my other-half is a fan)</li>
<li>don't really shows true emotion</li>
<li>very short- tempered but seldom scold people because I usually burst into tears after doing so.</li>
<li>keeping mouth shut is a sign of protest/anger</li>
<li>love to read and love to share things I've read though it is not important at all</li>
<li>couldn't answer "what time is now?" spontaneously by looking at the analog clock..have to do a little bit of calculation..pathetic!?</li>
<li>was among the first to have name written in the discipline record in 1995, after climbing up the 'mushroom' and being caught in action.</li>
<li>the only sport that i'm good at is chess... (and technically it is not even a sport)</li>
<li>prefer talking on the phone than texting</li>
<li>looking forward to run my own business.. that's what I've dreamt of since kid.</li>
<li>though i like marketing (and i think i'm good at it), being a part in multi-level-marketing is definitely not me.</li>
<li>suck at programming but that's what i do now</li>
<li>enjoy cleaning toilets, doing laundry and ironing clothes rather than sweeping floor, doing dishes and tidying bed.</li>
<li>can't do shopping alone. it's either a bad choice or coming home empty handed</li>
<li>can sleep easily.. that's a gift from God!;)</li>
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-78289930987359862132013-10-30T23:46:00.001+08:002019-05-09T08:39:35.454+08:00Archieve Extraction<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was digging some old stuff when i stumble upon archive from my older blog, so i thought, hey, what if i move it here! Well, you know, some memorable stuff ;) it's not like people gonna read anyway. I mean, who blogs nowadays, when we have facebook rite!<br />
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Sadly, i could not move the comments together, but who cares! hehe<br />
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-29200641747737113402013-10-30T13:36:00.005+08:002019-05-09T08:43:46.773+08:00Pause and Reflect : The HLP journey - 1<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm in my second semester, and it's getting harder that i couldn't barely breathe. ;) of course not the literal meaning. haven't really got time sit back and ponder upon what have i gone through so far.<br /><br />I just got back from meeting my dedicated supervisor, whom i totally respect for his commitment of lecturing. Of my standard, <span class="fullpost">there are two type of teachers ( or lecturers ). One are those who teach or lecture with assumption, the class already understand things they are talking about, and the other one, assume the class have no background idea of the subject matter and will try their very best to make it understandable. For almost all the time, i prefer the latter and he's one of those. And i thank Allah for that!<br />
We have met several times, and he'll be away for Deepavali holiday next week, yet he asked me to present the chapter 1 and 2 next week. The good news is that, i will able to follow the track closely, but on the contrary, i haven't start yet. not even a title! tsk tsk!<br /><br />
O Allah, if this HLP thingy benefits me and my deen, guide me through it well!<br />
Ameen...<br />
<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">endnote : just a ramble from a messed up mind.</span><br />
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-14411087757170658732013-09-26T18:03:00.002+08:002019-05-09T08:47:13.075+08:00a comeback<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">been a while since i last wrote! this will be short and quick. just to record my life achievement for today<br />
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1- full settlement of PTPTN ;) alhamdulillah... managed to get the less 20% offer! met Cikgu Arbaidah, my KH teacher, back in SMKAKS, there in Wisma MRCB. She remembers me as well, truly touched! we had a short chat and suddenly her queue number been called... then i walked out of the office.<br /><br />2- meeting my supervisor to discuss about the special topic.. after 2 weeks of headache on picking the suitable one! ;)<br /><br />3- logging in to the blog after sometimes! ;)<br /><br />4- recovering from fever<br /><br /><b>Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal</b><br />
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the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-23990302113398153432012-04-11T04:51:00.000+08:002019-05-09T08:49:30.893+08:00Satu hari yang pokai<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Adik bongsuku, Dik Mas semasa kecil, punya sifat inkuiri yang sangat tinggi hinggalah aku memberinya gelaran Inspektor Gadjet.. owh juga Penyiasat Remaja ( without her knowing of course.. haha.. harap2 dia tak baca entri ni).
Walaupun ini adalah refleksi jati diri yang tinggi, kadang kala boleh buat orang naik darah juga.<br />
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Dik Mas paling suka menyelongkar beg sekolahku bila pulang dari asrama. Kebiasaannya dia berjaya mendapatkan coklat, gula-gula atau jajan yang aku sorokkan dalam beg, bimbang dimarah mama.<br />
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Nisa aku kira mewarisi sifat ini dari MakSu nya. Sekarang dia gemar menyelongkar dompetku, mengeluarkan segala macam kertas yang ada. Sekonyong dia menjumpai syiling, langsung dia menarik tangan ku.<br />
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"Mi, amek tu!" <span class="fullpost"> menunjukkan ke arah tabung robotnya yang terletak di atas televisyen di ruang tamu.<br />
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Langsung syiling itu dimasukkan dalam tabungnya.<br />
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Satu hari dia berhasil mengosongkan dompetku untuk kali kesekiannya dan aku betul-betul terlupa sehinggalah, Murni teman sepejabat mengajakku keluar minum pagi. Waktu itu baru aku sedar aku tidak punya duit barang seringgit pun. Owh anak! huhu<br />
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Lewat pagi itu, Ujang melalui YM bertanya pada aku apakah aku punya sedikit wang di akaun Maybank untuk dipindahkan secara atas talian ke akaunnya. <br />
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"Alhamdulillah, k.am lah penyelamat saya. Saya malas nak pegi bank nih!" katanya sambil menghulurkan beberapa keping wang RM sebagai tukaran pindahan itu. <br />
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Allah.. Allah... <br />
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<b>Dan manakah nikmat tuhan yang mahu kamu dustakan...</b>
</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-13275190399055733732012-04-06T04:00:00.000+08:002012-04-06T04:00:01.208+08:00"Anak ke adik?"<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Ita selesai mengemaskini rekod pelajar baru mendaftar hari itu. Tetikus diarahkan ke ikon 'Save', diklik, kemudian mencari ikon pintu keluar. <br />
<br />
"Are you sure to quit?" <br />
<br />
Sistem memaparkan kekotak pengesahan. Ita memilih 'Yes'.<br />
<br />
Matanya mengerling jam dinding di ruang hadapan. <br />
<br />
"Masya Allah, dah nak maghrib.. macam mana boleh tak perasan ni!"<br />
<br />
Ita menoleh sekeliling. Lengang. Dia keseorangan.
Teman-teman sepejabat sudah pun pulang ke rumah.
Kesibukannya membuatkan dia tidak menyedarinya.
Dan itu sudah mejadi lumrah di musim pendaftaran pelajar baru.<br />
<br />
Ita segera memberi arahan 'Shut down' kepada komputer. Selesai mengemas ruang kerjanya, Ita bergerak ke pintu keluar, mengunci pintu utama sebelum turun menuju kereta. Sudah menjadi rutin orang yang terakhir keluar pejabat, perlu mengunci pintu dan menyerahkan kunci di pondok pengawal.<br />
<br />
<span class="fullpost">
******<br /><br />
Samsul membaca akhbar yang ada di hadapannya.<br /><br />
"Malaysia capai sasaran 41 emas".<br /><br />
"Hoh, paper zaman bila nih!", omel Samsul seorang diri. <br /><br />
Namun, akhbar itu terus ditatapnya bagi menghilangkan bosan.
Jam di tangannya dilihat sekilas.<br /><br />
"Eh, baru 7.15, gelap macam dah maghrib!"<br /><br />
Petang gelap itu Samsul bertugas di Pintu Utara. Menunggu staff berkerja lebih masa menghantar atau mengambil kunci.
<br /><br />
******<br /><br />
Ita tiba di pondok pengawal Pintu Utara dengan Kancilnya. <br /><br />
"Owh, En Samsul bertugas hari ini", kata Ita dalam hati, kebetulan Samsul itu memang dikenalinya kerana pernah berkursus bersama.<br /><br />
Menggenggam segugus kunci, Ita menuju ke pondok itu, tersenyum.<br /><br />
*****<br /><br />
Bacaan Samsul terganggu dek bunyi enjin kereta yang mendekati tempatnya. <br /><br />
Samsul mengangkat kepalanya, tersenyum.<br /><br />
"Rajin betul si Ita ni buat OT."<br /><br />
Samsul memandang tepat ke sebelah kiri Ita sejurus Ita tiba di kaunter pemulangan kunci.<br /><br />
Ita menghulur gugusan kunci itu kepada Samsul.<br /><br />
"Anak ke adik?", Samsul cuba beramah.<br /><br />
Ita terdiam. Wajahnya berubah.<br /><br /><br /><br />
(adaptasi dari kisah sebenar)
</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-86576594825358528672012-04-04T16:54:00.001+08:002012-04-05T15:46:52.644+08:00A Bouquet<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Never once in my previous days that i received a bouquet for any occasions. Not even during my graduation let alone birthdays or anniversaries. Fresh flowers of course.<br />
hope i didn't sound pathetic! ;) )<br />
<br />
I couldn't care less as i am not into.
<span class="fullpost">It is such a waste to spend on presents which can only last for what... a week?<br />
which will end up in trash. It cost a fortune too!<br />
Flowers are always at best when they are left blooming on their twigs.<br />
<br />
I rather opt for artificial flowers. They are cheaper and most important, long lasting. They also can be beautifully arranged too.<br />
<br />
Only yesterday i received a bouquet of roses, white and red from my fellow students as a souvenir for assisting their program. It was OPS KAB. I felt good instead. Maybe that is the reason why people don't mind spending on fresh flowers! ;)<br />
<br />
Thanks to milin, the program director for such a beautiful present!<br />
And for make it into my 'first-to' list.<br />
;) </span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-57505851445236682292011-07-21T14:12:00.000+08:002019-05-09T08:53:29.016+08:00Happy 3rd Birthday Utbah<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
I hardly could find time and ideas to blog nowadays. <br />
Ok, I rephrase, a lot of ideas has been wasted because I didn’t manage my time properly.<br />
But when it comes to the kids, I forced myself to blog, even a single paragraph.<br />
<br />
<span class="fullpost">So, Utbah is now 3.<br />
Warm wishes from his aunts and uncles had been received on his Facebook wall's.<br />
O yeah, he got one, though he is yet to write or read. ;)</span>
</div>
the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-31603861849594822012011-05-31T04:24:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:01:37.124+08:00Meeting Onique<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>"Kite punye interview pukul 8.30 kat Bilik 8, Tadahan Utara, huhu, gelabah ni"</i><br />
The text message from her that i received early morning.<br />
Onique was my junior back in secondary school, which is 13 years ago. <br />
She was called for DPLI interview here at my workplace.<br />
Getting my phone number from Angah, she called earlier last week as she used to read somewhere in my blog, (i mean my previous one), that i am working here!<br />
She was seeking for 'Rumah Tamu' but seems failed to reach the person in-charge.<br />
<br />
<br />
I was in the middle <span class="fullpost">of my coding thingy when the call came in.<br />
The introduction went long. The image of her was quite blurry at first.<br />
I wasn't sure whether she mentioned 'Wani' or 'Onique' but one thing for sure i heard her saying 'batch Angah', in which there at least 3 (or is it 4) of them being called 'Wani'.<br />
<br />
Knowing that she will be coming, i offered a room to her at my house.<br />
"takpe lah, kite segan.. lagipun kite datang ngan family in-law kite" said her.<br />
I gave her the contact number of the officer who might help her. The least i can do.<br />
<br />
And i met her today after her interview. And she's Onique, not Wani or whatsoever. ;)<br />
We chatted while waiting for her family to picked her up. Caught up with her few updates about each other.<br />
<br />
It feels great. <br />
Really great.<br />
Indeed.<br />
<br />
It is such a joy to get in touch with old friends.<br />
It is such a bless to be remembered.<br />
Thanks onique, you made my day!<br />
</span><br />
</div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-81762817806927570092011-05-28T12:04:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:05:54.054+08:001st Year of My Nisa'<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Her journey into our life started on this date, last year. <br />
Ok, obviously it started way back. <br />
Surviving a 40-weeks-journey in the tummy and then to this momentary world<br />
she is nothing but ecstasy!<br />
Immediately the pain gone astray when i first held her in my arms.<br />
<br />
It was four days later than the expected.<br />
The O&G Expert, Dr Hamidah recommended induction. <br />
Misoprostal it may seems.<br />
Clearly i forgot to ask her on the benefits, disadvantages of the procedure.<br />
<br />
Yet,<span class="fullpost"> all just went well, praise be to the Almighty for that.<br />
And welcoming Khairunnisa', at 1.27 pm, moment after i finished my lunch.<br />
You really know to time your arrival kiddo! ;)<br />
Haven't blog anything about her ever since.<br />
Definitely not denying the fact that she's among the god's greatest gift to us, <br />
i am just plain lazy. ;)<br />
<br />
For her first birthday, nothing particularly special.<br />
No celebration, none whatsoever.<br />
Not even a single memorable photo.<br />
Just a simple pink dress yet very nice, a present from our good neighbor.<br />
She even down with fever. Pity her!<br />
<br />
Nonetheless, dearest nisa'<br />
those celebration is nothing compared to your existence to me, to us, our small colorful family.<br />
I'll try to write more about you, so you know how wonderful you are!<br />
And perhaps, one day, they will be your treasure when i'm no longer here!<br />
Happy 1st birthday dik cha!</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-247748091256496492011-05-12T13:06:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:07:12.644+08:00Langsir Biji Remia<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ISBN 978-967-0201-13-9<br />
Karya : Noor Suraya<br />
Siri Si Manis 17 - Jemari Seni Publishing Sdn Bhd <br />
Cetakan Pertama 2011<br />
<br />
<br />
Sebetulnya aku berjaga malam ini untuk menyiapkan kertas cadangan penyelidikan untuk permohonan HLP, Kementerian Pengajian Tinggi, namun LBR menggodaku untuk menghadapnya hingga selesai. Ternyata novel terbaru tulisan Kak Su ini tidak mengecewakan, sebagaimana novel-novel beliau yang terdahulu, sehinggakan aku teruja mendahulukan ulasan novel ini di blog, melebihi cadangan penyelidikanku, biarpun zaman 'si-manis-17' ku telah lama berakhir. Hihi ;)<br />
<br />
<br />
Blurbnya tidak akan disalin di sini. Sila anda tatapi dari belakang kulit novelnya. Novel setebal 263 mukasurat ini aku kelaskan sebagai novel cinta patuh syariah ( ewah, macam kaunter saham pulak ye <i>shariah compliant</i> segala macam ) yang harus dibaca oleh muda mudi yang sedang bercinta, untuk gambaran lebih jelas mengenai darjat cinta kepada manusia. Meladeninya membuat aku terasa seperti membaca pengalaman kisah benar.<br />
<br />
<br />
Novel ini mengisahkan<span class="fullpost"> Umair anak muda lulusan luar negara yang menyimpan rasa terhadap anak jiran sebelah rumahnya sejak usianya 13 tahun, kira-kira 10 tahun yang lalu. Keadaan memisahkan mereka dan pertemuan semula berlaku sekembalinya beliau dari luar negara. Tekad Umair untuk memperisterikan Duha, gadis yang digilainya sejak zaman anak-anak tergugat apabila wajah di sebalik purdah itu ditatapnya.<br />
<br />
<br />
Duha Hafa, gadis kacukan Melayu-Gurjerati merupakan anak tunggal pasangan Dr Hud dan Puan Taslima, terlibat dalam satu kebakaran kira-kira 3 tahun yang lalu. Demi menyelamatkan nenek saudaranya, Tok Su Enap, Duha mengalami kecederaan parah pada wajahnya, memungkinkan kecacatan kekal dan tekanan <i>inferiority complex</i> dalam dirinya.<br />
<br />
Garapan kemas Kak Su kali ini, aku kira cukup rencah, asam dan garamnya. Menghadam LBR sepanjang lebih kurang 4 jam membuatkan aku terlupa pada si kecil, Nisa' yang masih mendamba <i>lullaby</i> mengulit tidurnya. (<i>Sorry </i>sayang...) Epilog novel ini mengajak pembaca berfikir tentang hakikat cinta manusia, memaknai hakikat kecantikan itu perlu dilihat dari hati, tentang '<i>there is always a blessing in disguise</i>'. <br />
<br />
Sebagai satu usaha dakwah dari Kak Su, aku fikir novel ini berjaya menyampaikan seruan kembali kepada agama kepada pembaca dengan cara yang sungguh santai tanpa memberi input yang terlalu akademik untuk difahami. Sungguh aku terhibur dengan setiap lenggok cerita, setiap langgam bahasa dalam LBR ini.<br />
<br />
Owh, aku bertemu Ain Najwa semula (yang aku kenali lewat Keranamu Ain, CESB) dalam LBR ini. Kisah cinta agung Ain terhadap suaminya sungguh memotivasikan, harus ditelah oleh para pembaca.<br />
<br />
Bagaimanakah pengakhiran LBR? Siapakah Ahmad Muhsin yang hadirnya saat Duha sedang merawat hati? Apakah yang berlaku kepada Umair? Siapa pula Tamara Winstedt? Terekoilah sendiri dalam LBR! <i>'It is best value for money</i>'.<br />
<br />
Terbaeekk! ( ikut nada Tok Aba dalam Boboi-Boy... hiks )<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cartaku : *****</span><br />
</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-4960166217998555922011-05-06T14:04:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:08:32.718+08:00Buat Wanita Terungggul<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mama, <br />
Selamat Hari Lahir ke-58<span class="fullpost"><br />
Selamat Hari Ibu<br />
Semoga hidupmu dalam keberkatan.<br />
Terima kasih atas segalanya.</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-42420521816325871792011-05-05T14:21:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:11:32.779+08:00Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Age is just a number.<br />
Still, being 30 indicates I am no more young.<br />
There's a lot of things in my list that I'm yet to achieve.<br />
<br />
I used to be someone who planned my life ahead.<br />
Due to a few circumstances, some item in the plan didn't execute well and really taken me aback.<br />
I then decided to go with the flow,<br />
though with all due respect, i am fully aware of "He who fail to plan,plan to fail : Winston Churcill".<br />
<br />
<br />
As a result of frustration (or may be just being childish, hehe), the list, i have stop looking at it for the past few years. Just a lame excuse for not accomplishing something that could be proud of. hehe.<br />
<br />
<br />
Life is short. Make it worth living.<span class="fullpost"><br />
But always remember, wal akhiratu khayran wa abqa.<br />
Someone wrote that in my 23rd birthday card.<br />
<br />
<br />
I have to move on, grow up, for everything happened for a reason.<br />
Just put your trust in Him, InsyaAllah.<br />
Everything is going to be just fine!<br />
<br />
<br />
Going through the list again. Some of the item need to be slashed out.<br />
Some need to be rephrase. Some should remain in the list, until the last chapter of my life.<br />
<br />
I'm going to write it all here, or may be not all.<br />
Just for my personal reference. Case they inspire you to make a change in your life, feel free to copy my list. hehe ;)<br />
<br />
<br />
Disclaimer : The numbering does not reflect the weight. It is just things that come first in to mind.<br />
<br />
<br />
1- to publish my own book/s. not necessary novel! ;)<br />
2- to generate 5k per month passive income by 40<br />
3- to pursue studies, as highest as possible<br />
4- to have my own enterprise, probably in early childhood education field<br />
5- to get a 4wd, an SUV is my preference. (i got an eye for Q7! hehe)<br />
6- to retire by 45, resting at home, managing businesses <br />
7- to grow old with him & kids<br />
8- to compose my own original song, not necessary to be sung by a popular artist<br />
9- to have a signature kitchen and by that i did not mean the props ;)<br />
10- to perform haj before 40<br />
11- to get slim and of course healthy ( dont laugh!)<br />
12- to organize a camp to my former schools, especially, SMKAKS, particularly motivation camp<br />
13- to conduct a memorable training<br />
14- to sew baju raya for the kids<br />
15- to cook for the kids everyday for them to bring to school, like my mom did<br />
16- to travel around the globe (seriously ek?? since when did i like travel nih??)<br />
17- to get involved in training and consultancy<br />
18- to teach Quran to the kids, myself<br />
19- to design my own house, the interior is what i mean<br />
20- to become an NLP practitioner <br />
<br />
and the list goes on.. ;)<br />
Happy 30th birthday to me!<br />
</span> </div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-69746615698951325612011-05-03T14:02:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:30:22.248+08:00she turns 5<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ain turns 5.<br />
Owh, time really flies!<br />
<br />
We went celebrating with a journey to Ipoh by Electric Train Service.<br />
'We' in the picture are Ayah, Mak, Makcik Jasni, Uda, Murni, Intan, Along n me, plus the kids.<br />
The kids, lead by Ain, followed by Utbah, Hafsah, Aisyah, Maryam and Nisa. Wrote their names according to their ages.<br />
The kids only obviously! ;)<br />
<br />
Too bad i didn't got a chance to snap any picture to be uploaded together with this entry.<br />
Note to self :<span class="fullpost"> gi kecek kat ayah balik kampung kang k! <br />
<br />
That was my first time on ETS.<br />
A single ticket cost RM 35 for adult, RM22 for kids (4 years and above)<br />
A return is a bit cheaper, RM 25 for adult and RM 17 for kids.<br />
With 8 adults and 6 kids (5 of them don't need tickets, but due to some misunderstanding, along already bought the tickets for them and sadly, we couldn't asked for refund).. just do the math! Quite an expensive celebration, imho! <br />
What to say, cucu sulung atok la katakan...<br />
<br />
The waiting lounge was comfy. So do the couch.<br />
The train moved at approximately 120kmph. It took about 2 hours and 15 minutes to arrive in Ipoh. It's like traveling by car. Awesome!<br />
Definitely a worth method of traveling, yet the fare is a bit burden especially to the frequent travelers.<br />
<br />
The journey didn't planned very well. Upon arriving, we were a bit lost. Where to go? What to do? What are the interesting place in Ipoh? Where to celebrate? ::sighed:: I came out with a suggestion, "Lost World of Tambun!"<br />
We took 2 cabs to get there. Unfortunately, due to improper attire, we couldn't get in.<br />
<br />
Owh, i had never been there! I really thought that the water park is as the same as Sunway Lagoon, where they have a shopping mall beside. Apparently not! :( Huhu!Ipoh is not really a good choice for cuti-cuti Malaysia. No offence orang Ipoh ye!<br />
<br />
i was just quoting the taxi driver, an Ipoh-born Chinese guy.<br />
<br />
Change of plan, we went to the nearest shopping mall. It's Giant. I told the story to one of my colleagues, another Ipoh-born lady, and she found it very funny!"Selangor tadde Giant ye?.... sampai ke Ipoh peginye...hehehe"<br />
Yeap.. i found it very funny too!<br />
<br />
Ayah and along lost thier Bonia & Hush Puppies at the surau. Uda had to buy new sandals for them. Ayah was so cool..."Dah bukan rezeki kita.. nak buat cemana!" huhuhu...<br />
<br />
Reached home @ TM at about 7.30 pm<br />
I was extra exhausted. Let alone Ain.<br />
She was already asleep in Aunt Anis MyVi.<br />
Nisa' & Utbah still had spare energy! They rocks still! Aduhaiiii....<br />
That's the kids world! ;) Had to bear with it!<br />
It's an unforgettable celebration after all! <br />
<br />
Happy 5th Birthday dear daughter, Ainul Mardheeyah.<br />
Am really proud to have you in my live!<br />
Hamdallah!<br />
<br />
</span><br />
</div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-86292497608041762712011-05-01T13:00:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:26:39.138+08:00KLIBF'11<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Someone asked. "Book Fair, PC Fair?".<br />
<br />
"Book fair!" i said, firmly. (Mind you I'm from IT world)<br />
<br />
Owh, by the way, it's sort of which-do-you-prefer-game, you may say. ;)<br />
<br />
Books always humor me. Books keep me alive.<br />
Books never bored me, though i sometime, victimized by 'tak-bleh-blah' type of books.<br />
yet, i do learn something from them!<br />
yeah, I'm good at condemning lousy books. I can put a hell loads of not-nice-words,<br />
describing that particular book/s if they are really awful but i rather not.<br />
<br />
Why is that?<span class="fullpost"> Because i myself couldn't write! ;)<br />
<br />
It is really not fair if i say something bad about something, or someone when i don't even know how to fix them, rite!?<br />
<br />
Anyway, this 30th book fair is like, the 10th book fairs i have been. Or is it 11th ek?<br />
<br />
My first visit was in 2000, same location, and almost about the same date. It has become an annual event for me, personally and also my family ever since. Studied in Kuala Lumpur, location wise, it's hard for me to miss such a great event. And now, though I'm no longer residing in Klang Valley, book fair remains a must to me.<br />
<br />
This year, i made an effort for a leave, just to get to PWTC, as i tried to slot in the program earlier in my weekly schedule, but some how it did not fit in. (ahaks..kononnya bz tahap menteri la!)I managed to spend almost RM300 in sums. (kalo tak baca sume-sume tu mmg saje la!)<br />
<br />
Suddenly i feel i need to do some book review. You know, just to keep this blog updated ;). Just for my personal references only. Yeah, let's keep the finger crossed! I can do this!!<br />
<br />
</span><br />
</div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-55317224193718440262011-04-24T12:07:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:23:48.323+08:00wise words from her<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Earlier this morning, ain's school was holding a soccer & netball match inter-PASTI Kawasan Tanjong Malim. Sitting on the stone stool, I was chatting with ain's friends while waiting the event to start. There were 4 of them, including ain. One of them wasn't a familiar face to me. <br />
Try being nice, i started off asking her name. She was a litle bit shy.<br />
So her friends, answered me.<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br />
<br />
<i>Me : Yang ini nama siapa ye? (pointing at that particular girl)<br />
Kak Ngah : Nama dia aizatul, panggil kak chik.<br />
Me : owh.. kak chik... kak chik ni sama kelas dengan kak ngah ye?<br />
Kak Ngah : Tak lah, kita sama sekolah je, tak sama kelas, kak ngah darjah 1, kak chik darjah 3.<br />
Me : Oo.. Kak chik ni sama dengan kak long la?<br />
Kak Long : Tak, Kak Long darjah dua, tak sama dengan kak chik.<br />
Me : Owh.. ingatkan sama dengan kak long, sebab tengok kak long lagi tinggi dari kak chik.<br />
Kak Ngah : tapikan, ade kawan satu kelas kite nama dia ibtisam, dia laaagi tinggi dari kak long!!<br />
Kak Long : Haah, kak long pun heran sebab dia lagi tinggi dari kak long padahal dia baru darjah 1.<br />
Me : Iyye?? dia tinggi mana?</i><br />
<br />
the kids were showing the height of the said ibtisam with their hands.<br />
i looked at them, impressed.<br />
and suddenly<br />
<i>ain : semua tu, Allah yang jadikan.</i><br />
<br />
:O<br />
i was again...impressed!<br />
</span></div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-60623827270131655762011-03-22T04:36:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:18:54.188+08:00Temuduga JMK 2011/2012 - day 1<div class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kurang 10 minit jam 4 pagi. aku baru balik dari interview sidang pertama JMK sessi 2011/2012. Sangat mengesankan. Macam biasa, modal aku soalan teka teki je lah. bukan yang start dengan "dalam banyak-banyak" tu... kira, teka teki pandai sikit lah.. yang memerlukan pemikiran luar kotak. hehe<br />
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aku buboh jugak la soalan pengetahuan am, of course la sebab nama aku am kan.... soalan isu semasa... soalan ekonomi dunia.... sekadar hendak melihat bagaimana seorang future leader memberi pendapat, menegakkan pendapat (biar tak betul pun), memahami kepentingan ekonomi dalam sesebuah pentadbiran, mengetahui isu semasa. pada aku seorang mahasiswa, khususnya yang bakal menjadi pendidik kena sentiasa bersiap siaga dengan pengetahuan.<br />
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Tapi kalau tanya soalan apa isu sebenar tentang INTERLOK, bleh dapat soalan balas INTERLOK tu ape, (no offense ye adik2 pelajar sekalian) aku rasa memang sangat tidak patut la...atas dasar, you are a teacher to be! kalau bakal pendidik tidak tahu isu ni, memang sudah boleh kira kes berat lah. Aku pun secara jujurnya, belum menghadap lagi Interlok tu, setakat sinopsis tuh tahu la... mungkin lepas ni kena pegi beli senaskhah. Sudah la tentu... berani kau kritik2 orang tak tahu pasal Interlok!?? hahahha<br />
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Mujur ada juga yang mengikuti isu nasional ini, tahniah buat yang berkenaan. Walaupun hujah-hujah yang diberikan tidak bersandarkan kefahaman sejarah, menyedari bahawa wujudnya isu yang boleh menggugat keamanan negara ini sudah boleh aku berikan kredit. Yang masih terlena tu, nak buat macam mana ye? :(<br />
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Owh, sebenarnye soalan pasal Interlok tu telah occupied masa yang panjang sehingga sidang pertama pun habis pukul 3.30 pagi (ada lagi 2 sidang nih). Maklum lah, debat pasal sejarah dan perlembagaan memang seronok! Sudah lah si sa***, teman sepanel temuduga sound... Tahniah la am... berjaya memanjangkan masa temuduga nih...ko esok jangan sebut-sebut lagi pasal Interlok, tsunami segala bagai nih!!! hehehehe...<br />
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</div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-2433817065306717592011-03-18T12:05:00.000+08:002011-07-04T14:15:37.660+08:00Saya mahu jadi macam Hamka dari blog Kereta Mayat<div class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Apa yang best sangat dengan Kereta Mayat ni sampai gua nak jadi macam dia? Gua sangat suka beliau adalah disebabkan oleh beliau ini sangat bersahaja dalam menegur orang Melayu Islam di tanah Satu Malaysia ni dalam bab-bab bersangkut paut dengan agama Islam, tak kiralah akidah, amalan, feqah dan bab-bab lain yang tak terlalu tinggi untuk dicapai akal dan tak terlalu rendah untuk insult my intelligence. Wohhaaaa<br />
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Sebab utamanya adalah sikap orang Melayu sekarang ini yang begitu tebal rasa inferiority complex, tetapi pada masa yang sama mahu merasa sangat Islamik. Ye lah, guna ubat gigi yang ada bunyi islamik, tapi pergi sembahyang pakai jeans takde rasa apa plak ye dak? Kain pelikat pun gambor gajah duduk, gajah berdiri takde pula kecoh-kecoh hantor email ini agenda hindu untuk menerapkan unsur tuhan mereka dalam masjid atau surau?<br />
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Pasal salam jadi isu pun satu hal jugak, tapi brader Hamka ni memang bagi satu smash yang padu lah kiranya pada set-set atau kumpulan-kumpulan yang inferiority complex terlampau ni sebagai respon kepada isu salam atau isu akum yang melanda umat Melayu Islam pada masa kini.<br />
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Dalam pada masa yang sama, di saat set-set atau kumpulan-kumpulan penegak kemuliaan Islam ini berbantah, berhujah, bersurah mengenai isu-isu BESAR seperti isu salam, isu orang bukan islam masuk masjid, isu orang bukan islam bagi ceramah dalam masjid, isu talkin, brader Hamka melalui blog beliau telah membuat satu pencerahan atau enlightenment kepada masyarakat Melayu Islam di Malaysia ini khususnya.<br />
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Bukanlah nak kata atau khabarkan bahawa brader Hamka ini tahap maksum macam nabi, atau tahap sahibussama’ah macam Mufti Perak, tetapi sekurang-kurangnya beliau memberi pandangannya yang tersendiri untuk menentang arus buta taklid atau mengikut membuta tuli sesuatu pandangan, amalan atas nama Islam.<br />
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Oleh itu, harapan gua untuk melihat budaya ilmu menyubur seterusnya budaya berhujah berlandaskan cabang ilmu akan terus membudaya di dalam masyarakat melayu muslim di Malaysia ini menggantikan budaya hujah gua betul lu salah, gua mulia, lu kafir serta gua masuk syurga lu masuk neraka! Wooohaaaaa! < --tiru brader Hamka. :D
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</div>the virthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16685456479734902393noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243122082556025481.post-47147498786694295252011-03-18T11:12:00.001+08:002011-07-04T14:13:52.088+08:00A New Beginning<div class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Bismillah... Dengan nama tuhan...<br />
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Blog yang baru, tetapi masih menggunapakai URL lama, akibat kesempitan idea mencipta nama baru. Harap-harap ada kelangsungannya. Ameen.<br />
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Corak penulisan masih mengekalkan gaya yang sama, isi dan rencah mungkin sedikit beda. Masih mengutamakan bahasa ibunda untuk pengantar cerita. Masih menjadi saluran pelepas amarah. Masih sedikit berselindung di sebalik watak dan kisah. <br />
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Masih memerlukan sokongan rakan taulan untuk terus menulis. Masih belajar menjadi hambaNya yang mukhlis.<br />
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Owh, hampir terlupa, 'TBD' pada tajuk blog bermaksud 'to be determined'. Kiranya ada cadangan menamakan blog ini, tinggalkan saja komen anda di sini. Idea dan buah fikiran anda sangat dialu-alukan, didahului ucapan terima kasih. <br />
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