tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20476522629304011622024-03-13T10:37:55.913+08:00~everything around me~Anything, everything, something, such thing, good thing, bad things, many thing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-42309602844644404102012-09-15T00:56:00.001+08:002013-01-31T02:20:17.345+08:00Open your mind to mind the others feelings.Assalamualaikum and a very good day to readers. <div><br></div><div>One kind of topic that quite a challenge to be discussed on yet compulsory to be taken as an important issue. I really like and tend to write about the things that usually occur among the society so it may be something typical and easily understand. Its like every single person that jumped into the articles here would somehow can relate themselves along while reading. Really I'm such an observant.</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Annoyed</span></div><div>Frankly, to make everybody clear, I really dislike judgement. Well, I meant by simple judgement, made just with a quick glimpse or glance, which afterward the pesky feeling will come along within the 'judges' toward certain group of people or individual being as they acted differently and sometimes the combo includes some rude expression. For sure, this kind of situation have no exception to happen within any type of community.</div><div><br></div><div>I recently got a story from a female friend, she was sounded like frustrated, and dissapointed to those kind of people. She was kind of outspoken type of person, always letting her thought being spurted out no matter what the others may think or having some sceptical perception while she herself being cynical out loud. One day, some group of junior run pass her and just seemed like ignored her presence. Well, somehow its kind of obvious and offensive and according to her, she's being treated like that just because of her hijab was not big enough as theirs. Afterwards, she got the best of them by these words, "Well, your purity might be shown off by your appearance but in the way of being sceptical and rude to the other that may have slight differences apart of yours, how much of purity of the real of you really have instead of the outfits?". The day after the incident, the came by themselves and made an apologize.</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Immaturity</span></div><div>Its really hard to deal with shallow-minded person. For me, those people who only appreciate their own perceptions that being made only by raw observation was immature because they're lacking of the skill in being analitical and thorough. Plus, they may barely took experiences as their indirect lesson of life neither taking some effort to recall and relate them with current situations. The sensitivity perhaps there but always reserved for their own sake.</div><div><br></div><div>Its really sounds like retard because they were. They were being immature in taking their own thoughts into account in certain situation especially when the involvement of somebody else, when at the same time their own presence was inevitable e.g. group project. The satisfactory may appear as they became uneasy with the unpleasant act by the certain member they annoyed on by responding with some unpleasant act too. Most preferred way, get them offended back as much or worse as they had, even it was unintentionally done due to some reasons which less preferred to be ask why it have been so.</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Easy enough</span></div><div>People less care about problems when they lived happy and hardly face some as everything seem going well and smooth. When the other got the best of them, and struggled to the fullest capacity and may seem unorganized due to the aftermath, in order to get everything settled down. Another shallow thought that totally never ever should crossed in your mind is comparing the certain person ability to handle certain problem with their own capability, and obviously, its really unfair as numerous factors that should be put into account for supporting the thought are totally being ignored. It will never be the same thoughts when the truth are being known.</div><div><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-QNMZPAwECRs/UFNhx_ct7uI/AAAAAAAAA88/xEQG_aqO6PQ/122AFF9E-1551-45DF-BE46-B69C3BEFBDBF.png"></span></div><div>These writing might crowded with ideas and descriptions which negatively described, yet those were the reality. Typical and mediocre. I purposely pointed out them just exactly the way they were so you could value them yourself instead of telling the wrong along with the right thing to do or solutions. This typical world typically had typical problem among the society, so typical solution and approach should be worked on. We know what we prefer, and counterwise. Be brilliant in socialize instead of letting the flow goes by and everything will turn well only by the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">influences by the others. Do not ever forget that we are also part of the system.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Verily.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-76251599088179781792012-06-17T21:51:00.001+08:002012-06-17T21:51:29.838+08:00Emendation of the Script of LifeSalam alaikum, how are you? <br /><br />We live every day so far. Every single day was a sign of God still want to have us living to the fullest for Him. Yet, we're only a human. Created by Him with specialities and perfectness, but still impaired somewhere somehow. Something that we could not defy or deny and inevitable. This weakness that we born with, and compel us to live with. Including living as the part of society, full of judgement.<br /><br />Here's story that I willing to share, occurred once among friends related to what I willing to deliver this time.<br />"One day, student A, student B, student C and student D have planned to work their assignment together since the dateline is around the corner. <br />After class, they split up for change, and agreed to meet up again in student B's room. Student A had prepared for the discussion, then he checked to Student B's room, and realized that Student C and Student D still in their way. He decided to return to his room, which is nearby, to settle up something while waiting for the two guys to show up, and for that he acknowledged Student B to notify him if the guys is around.<br /><br />But then, he've been too tired so he fell asleep in the middle of his errand. Somehow he woke up after a moment and remembered that he supposed to be in the middle of the discussion that time with the other. He rushed to Student B's room. He found out that three of them had started without him. Sadly, Student B was not giving a good greet for Student A's presence. Student A somehow felt humiliated in front of the other two guys walked away. As stoned-hearted kind of person, Student A only thinking of clearing the mess after Student B go for him.<br /><br />The point is, Student B have doing a mistake for having bad thought about Student A's timing, made him felt that he being underestimated, without any question. The challenge is for Student B to correct the things up, as he gotten some kind of friend who is really taking anything about feeling very seriously.<br /><br />The challenge was really a challenge. Its about to correct things up, which varies with the situations, persons and perceptions. Yes, this is the way of testifying how strong friendship being built, and how mature they would resolve the problem that involving communication skills, even worse with the one who we expect to see everyday.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/17/1164.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/17/s_1164.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />No matter how big the problem, how hard the situation had occurred, just make up this in your mind: humans done mistakes. Be professional, think about the goodness that you've been together before the fuss bugging up your relationship. Take a good glimpse about the past for being with the friend. Imagine how our the rest for your life will becoming without the warm feeling of having each others laughter, jokes and friendly quarrel, which suddenly threatened by the unnecessary acts to show off the hatred. <br /><br />The things will never be back to its places, as long both of the sides won't take part and playing their respective roles. Ego, intimidation and constantly having cynical thought, always thinking that you are the good side, believe me, those will put the situation far from the solution unless bring closer those catastrophe consequences. <br /><br />The best thing to do, be the philanthropist yet realistic. Don't expect others to start. Think about the most relevant and effective act to work on. Have the good intention and hope to put everything back on, and always pray for the best thing will come around in any circumstances.<br /><br />The best is yet to come. And you have the options.<br /><br />Verily.<br /><br />P.s: I am probably not the right person to speak out, but these was something I think worth to share based on my very own perspective.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-90182445689627838032012-06-04T03:23:00.000+08:002012-06-04T03:24:44.338+08:00DeceptionSalam alaykum wbt.. Good day.<br />
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In order to have better things to be happened totally within our need and desire, we lie. Most of us had experienced these during the childhood, keep silent for the broken vase, let the examination paper stay under the bed, and put the guilty for the spill on somebody else. That's the way child do to avoid parental act, punishment to be exact. Childish huh?<br />
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I love to write something meaningful, contented Stuff. Truly I'm such an observant. And indeed, I found out that this dirty wicked act doesn't happened only about the underage society. Yet, the other who really used to this done unimaginably worse deception.<br />
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I will never point out who, which and what is about because its now become too general. Our society really, I rather said here, live in something that being made up to cover up the unpleasant truth. Yes, the worst thing that could happened is happening just right under your nose. Poor for some of us, they were easily blinded.<br />
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Yes, they had agenda. To let things happend just the way it ought to no matter the circumstances. Sometimes, they consider many things earlier, having detailed plan, arrange everything so they will have them in the places perfectly before it get occured perfectly. The most crucial part, having back up to cover up those if any worst case scenario would come across in unanticipated shocking way. <br />
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Another type of deceit act occur in the moment of desperation. Nothing but to distract public attention toward some delusions. <br />
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Power, desireness, desperation lead to the deception. People will do unexpected thing to ensure other people's perceptions will never be the threatening one, yet convincing. Put them in a secure position.<br />
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One major thing I dislike about the act is when it consider others right and life. When it comes into those, the consequences would be tremendously awful. They will never care about any bad things that usually come along as long the benefits roll over for them. Israel is most exact and global example. <br />
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In Islam, deception is considered to be one of the worst thing to do to let yourself possessed by sins. The Prophet sayings mentioned about this, as one of the characters of the <i>munafeek</i> (hypocrite).<br />
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I'm really sick of those people which really get used in decieving, stay put in their pathetic manner by putting a lie on top of another lie to cover up the previous one. When it reached a certain limit, when everything's no longer working and the deception itself finally tells the truth, those people still on their position, doing pretty <br />
much terrible things to do by commiting slender. <br />
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Well, these were the act of people who say that the satisfaction do come from themselves, by playing hard to get. Selfish and ungrateful kind. Ain't they worst than a child?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-65896947423194652492012-06-02T23:51:00.003+08:002012-06-02T23:51:41.433+08:00Little ParadigmSalam alaykum wbt.. What a nice day we having today.<br />
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I may continue the writing without even care that I've left the blogging world quite a while (it's been really a while) with something interesting to be story on yet enjoyable. Well, I already planned to do so though so far any of my entry seemed tedious, long and non-productive. <br />
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Although, really, that while I've being through gives the chances for me to think deeply, vigilantly and critical about blogging or in other word, expressing my very fresh thoughts to be seen and inevitably, to be judged by the readers (they who have the interest).<br />
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For becoming a good columnist (for myself, in my own blog) several things should I take into my concern before letting my fingers run rythmically on the keyboard and eventually hit the publish button. <br />
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It's non of myself that really have the enthusiasm to yell to the others about myself, my personal life, my activities in a very detailed way, nor updating my current expression, mood and whatsoever. So, I'll let my piece of writing to be least personal and general. <br />
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Taking into consideration, I'll always like to mention something really significant out of the least important one.<br />
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Maybe it's going to be factual and straight.<br />
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Not a bogus piece, yet all from my very own ideas.<br />
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I ever though once, I'll never be a good blogger, and consequently, assuming that I'm not the one who have the talent in writing. At the same corner, a thought that compells me to do this always saying: It's worth trying than nothing. <br />
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Some good reasons came afterwards, as I ought to do something to enhance the better usage of it by practicing by myself due to lack of exposure in my institute academically. <br />
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Verily.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-62979331167435358392011-03-03T13:39:00.004+08:002011-03-03T14:23:17.895+08:00Reduce, Reuse and Recycle<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Salam warahmatullah to all my dearest reader. I always saying this as I am starting a post: how pity my blog had been, being abandoned since so long. (I'm SORRY)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now, I am back for a new thought(s). It came across my mind to write something here recently, actually as I've no idea what to look forward for my English II Paper tomorrow (4th March 2011). Then I decided to use my blog as an applicant for my skills in writing English. Okay-okay, I would like to write about<span style="color: lime;"> 3R, Reduce, Reuse, Recycle</span>. This well-known quote practically been used for Green Earth Campaign, Recycling Campaign and many other campaigns which hoping that the deterioration of human consciousness about the environment can be upraised back. Actually, I saw something else behind the quote, new way of implementation of good things in our lives.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Reduce</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">For some context we can focus 'reduce' by reducing the usage of something which could lead to harm. For example in 3R campaign, plastic is the main issue. Cut the usage of plastic bags, plastic wrappings and many plastics, plastics and plastics from involving our daily activities, (especially for groceries) to retreat the environment from this hardly biodegrade stuff that always continue to pollute. Well, do you see something here? Reducing something could reduce something else. Okay, of course in order to lessen something lead to harm, apart from just stay do nothing as it doesn't make any changes in your life. It’s such a self-oriented thinking.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Implementation of plastics in our live here was about the properties of plastics itself towards the environment. Yeah, of course plastics don't do any hurts towards human (unless the plastics been given to your kids/younger brother or sister as a toy) but it created a slow but deep impact toward the Earth. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">We had <i>Iman </i>(faith) which was the <i>environment</i> that provides the place for living. Plastics were<i> negative influences</i> (sins, debauch stuff)<i> </i>that keep ruining the faith which put our life on the right path, from going distantly. We do feel pleasure, happy, and delightful with <i>plastics</i> but think, how about the <i>environment? </i>As the <i>environment </i>polluted, then we could see clearly, <i>physically </i>(the behavior) the changes. Well, as I mentioned before, cut or reduce the usage of <i>plastics</i> to preserve your <i>environment. </i>Too many jargon here, so frankly speaking, preserve your <i>iman</i> for any sinful act, or at least control yourself by reduce the frequency of the doings. Believe in yourself, and vitally, believe in Allah, the One who had created you. Reduce here obviously bring something good to your life to prevent any destructive circumstances. You can make the change.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="color: lime;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Reuse</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Focusing in 3R concepts, well there, means by make something that had been used, to be used by for another purpose. Yeah, typical example, creating a lovely and simple flower vase from plastic bottle. Economically beneficial, in addition. Furthermore, we could transform the bottle into a vase based on our own well-build-creative thinking. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bottle, vase. Knowledge and implementation (<i>reuse</i>). Maybe these will look a slight different from the concept of reuse but I'll try to make the idea actually doesn't have that difference. ‘<i>Ilm</i> (knowledge) was a prior thing to be looked or searched in a Muslim's life. Without any doubt also, knowledge was everything. It could lead to anything. You can call it anything, study, educate, learn, follow, etc. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Why study? Why should you know this? Why you should know that? The answer was simple. To be use. Be an applicator and implementer. No such knowledge that was useless. It only comes out whether being implemented rightfully or in the other way around. Nowadays, we’re living in a brand new (I supposed) environment or trend: exam oriented (well, I’m narrowing the scope for students/scholars). Study for exam. For good credits, marks, and points considered study ONLY for exam. This couldn’t be right in certain way, certainly. Next scope, for Islamic Studies students, yes, they hold bigger responsibility to reuse everything they had absorbed in the class in the daily life, for role modeling themselves in the center of the society. And yes, you won't simply be a simplistic person to do these. Strength should be gained to make these a reality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">In addition, we're not alone in the path of fulfilling our nature requirement for living as a servant which pleasured by the God, Allah. As we're not alone, sharing is vital. Reuse your knowledge by sharing with friends and fellows. Don’t make it only beneficial towards yourself; for instance, use it for others good instead. In the same moment you could contribute something useful as a friend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Transform into something new but in different patterns. I’m recently managed to set up a ‘Recycle’ in a program here, so I came out with an idea of putting a video of consciousness about recycle. I found out a video from YouTube™, showed a new way to recycle typical ordinary plastic bags: transform it into a hard pole for building frame in Kenya. Creative isn’t it? Make something used into something that was more beneficial. Saying that those were rubbish wasn’t a productive thinking.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now here what I am trying to deliver was something that we could reflect in ourselves. Certainly, we couldn’t recycle any part of our limbs, or organs (if that was in your mind, no). We recycle by review, glance or revalue the quality of our humane quality. For sure both aspect should be considered, <i>habl min Allah</i> and <i>habl min nas</i> (link with Allah and other people), to be the most preferable human capital. Well, reflecting the self wasn’t that easy. We got ego, and ego plays its role to boast up the self, make the feeling of perfectness creep up inside ourselves. Consequently, lack of ‘recycle’ make the heart stoned and let the ego throne up. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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2. This time I am about to type about <i>9 Nyawa</i> (9 Lives) by Ramlee Awang Mursyid, No. 1 thriller novelist in Malaysia.<br />
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3. I've done reading this book for 3 days as at the same time I got classes and some revision on Maths.<br />
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4. First of all, for me this novel provide something which you could get it on your television screen. Drama based plot. Not less, the novelist often use flash back method in his writing on this one.<br />
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5. It's a typical dramatic kind of novel. Not mine I supposed.<br />
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6. Overall, for me it doesn't dissapointing but typical.<br />
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P/s: Cats wasn't the main role here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-86601216361502976492010-10-11T21:37:00.001+08:002010-10-12T14:12:09.591+08:00Leadership1. Leader came form the word 'lead' which could be meant by plumbum, pencil carbon or heading some group. The one that I want to highlight here is, to head a certain organization. yeah, leader. Or a head (not the organ).<br />
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2. Being a leader was not as easy as it sounds, nor as a piece of strawberry shortcake.<br />
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3. It compiled all the hardly-to-maintain characteristics such as responsibility, strength, inner or outer, the spirit, willingness, dedicate and stand.<br />
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4. For me, leadership depends on talent and training. If somebody who doesn't have any talent in leadership, how could he lead his group? And if he doesn't make through any training session for leadership, how could he knows the way of leading? For anybody had the talent, it's just an advantages for them, as they was gifted on their own interest. So, for me, for having talent, ones should have interest.<br />
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5. Since I was a prefect someday back, I learned by myself the way of leading. By observing the surrounding, the orders asked by the teachers, according to the books and not less, guidance that had been shared by my friends.<br />
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6. Then, when it turned into something even bigger, like being a committee of a program and in addition, being the leader of your group where you should take care all the stuff happen around you as long as the program being held, was something experiencing though.<br />
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7. Something challenging should occurs as long as you be called as leader. As your action being justified, hard critics even unpleasant feedback of majority decision be made by the minorities would be pointed to the leader.<br />
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8. A leader also should be strong in psychologically, as he would face those obstacles by himself alone usually without giving up, resign and let the downpour from your eyes. No, no, no. If you had these symptoms, you're not well-build leader.<br />
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9. Well, leader means risk. There were so many risk that one had to face on behalving his team.Unavoidable for sure. All had mentioned above.<br />
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10. Let me share some of my current experience for being a leader. As the monitor of my group, my so far I didn't had any bad situation, if I got one, it seems not hard to be handled. Yea, I supposed all of the members were easily accept me as their representative. Some problem occurred as one or two of us rather made their own decision and more preferable than the majority, so I couldn't do anything other than convincing them. After then, it's all up to them.<br />
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11. On the other hand, a friend of mine facing difficult times by having the post as a leader. The others seemed kept themselves away from holding the responsibilities. And the worst, as he elected, he had been bullied indirectly and even be blamed by not being a good leader if he done any mistakes unpurposely.<br />
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12. Even though these time was a quite a long post, perhaps it's the one which worth to be read. At least you know the way of my mind think about leadership.<br />
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P/S: The best way be a good leader, in my vision, is always be ready to sacrifice most of your things for your group (I didn't meant by being badly humble) and consider each of your members' opinions in certain circumstances which need brainstorming.<br />
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Live Your Life. <br />
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2. Quite, silent and sometimes seemed spooky well almost everybody went home. Even APIDS' themselves.<br />
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3. Ouh, anyways, why I'm staying? Because I'm APIDS' kids of course.<br />
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4. Well, as I told before we needed to sit for next 2 paper, Maths subjects for the next two weeks.<a href="http://www.myem0.com/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://s269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/001/rabbit/tuzki-emoticon-037.gif" /></a><br />
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5. For the times in between, we only got several classes, and 3-full-day classes with lecturer from PASUM. Approximately, 3 days only, in total, 6 days of classes. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://s269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/001/rabbit/tuzki-emoticon-013.gif" /></a><br />
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6. So, the point is, what should we do on these leisure times?<br />
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7. Doing math of course. Am not that clever to let myself enjoy the ample moment by doing nothing for the next 2 papers.<br />
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P/S: Frankly, I like this silent condition. Tranquilling. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://s269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/001/rabbit/tuzki-emoticon-023.gif" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-41701843719054122112010-10-08T01:25:00.000+08:002010-10-08T01:25:52.566+08:00Waterfall1. Perhaps you will be thinking about my sorrow, or I'm having a sad moment when glancing at the title above. No actually.<br />
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2. Indeed, I got my firsit-time-in-my-life experience at the REAL waterfall! <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/baby-mickey-mouse/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/onion-emoticon-003.gif" /></a><br />
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3. Jeram Linang, located almost 50KM from the varsity, and our group of 11 students managed to rent two Kancil cars to trip there. On mine, we got 5 students, Farid, Ariff, Asqal, Zulkifli and myself of course, where the other one consisted Lutfi, Fakhrul Islam, Furqan, Ghazali, Anas, and Haikal. Congested one. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/baby-mickey-mouse/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/onion-emoticon-021.gif" /></a><br />
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4. While we having the happy on-the-way journey, a couple of policemen jumped into us. Unexpectedly. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/baby-mickey-mouse/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/onion-emoticon-048.gif" /></a> He had condemned about Lutfi, the driver of the first car as he's forgotten to fasten his seatbelt. Okey, thank God they was not really mind about it, just gave off some advices. And let us free. But I realized something. No 'P' sticker at the back of ours. No... they didn't realized it. Haha.<br />
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5. The journey continued for about a hour and a half, approximately, real enthusiasm and finally, we've arrived.<br />
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6. Amazed, stunted, confused. There were so many pool of waterfall there, just needed to be wise to select the right one as it should be not too deep. Vitally. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/baby-mickey-mouse/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/onion-emoticon-023.gif" /></a><br />
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7. Here I've enclosed some photograph of the occasion. Don't be jealous.<br />
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8. Cool, huh? <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/baby-mickey-mouse/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/onion-emoticon-050.gif" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-54978179353420276162010-10-06T14:55:00.000+08:002010-10-06T14:55:02.894+08:001. Actually got least idea for my writing on this blog. That's why I tended to left this blog without any update post for a long time.<br />
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2. Well, as if ideas running and spinning on my mind, I had this kind of voice keep echoing in my ears, "Well, if I type down these, it will going to be as long as a novel. And you got no time to spurt all the thought out."<a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/cute-rabbit-emo/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/cute-rabbit-emoticon-009.gif" /></a><br />
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3. Now, I got some times, for blogging again as my final exam was ended. Not really actually. I am going to sit for 2 paper more, Algebra and Geometry, and Calculus. For the next 2 weeks!<br />
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4. As both of subjects have extra weeks for classes, I needed to be here, in my beloved University, to attend those classes during the others' holidays.<a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/cute-rabbit-emo/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/cute-rabbit-emoticon-011.gif" /></a><br />
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5. Never mind, it doesn't matter at all for me. Better for me for being here. I supposed. As me and my others classmates got so many time to spend, we managed to plan some activities to do. here we go, Kelantan!<br />
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6. Just some hours ago, we went trekking into the villages, having approximately 3-4 hours of walk, enjoying the panorama of country-side view, and also chatting with the villagers. Syakur was being too friendly until he's nearly forgot he's in Kelantan, not Perak.<br />
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7. Those fruits hanging on the branches was killing me. Really temptating. <i>Rambutan</i>, <i>Dokong</i>, mangosteen, water apple (jambu air), and a thing (I don't know to call it fruit or what) <i>Beko</i>, sword-like shaped. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/cute-rabbit-emo/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/cute-rabbit-emoticon-003.gif" /></a><br />
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8. At last, Anas and I managed to buy 2 kilos of <i>Dokong</i> at the way back to the varsity.<br />
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9. Overall, this activitiy, which had been managed by our seniors who could be called as our facilitator or mentor, whatever, made this simple but quite tiring activitiy seemed fun. Really. We enjoyed it. <a href="http://www.myem0.com/emoticon/cute-rabbit-emo/"><img alt="MyEm0.Com" border="0" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj72/myem0/01/cute-rabbit-emoticon-008.gif" /></a><br />
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10. Next day, planned to have time at waterfall. sounds great, huh?<br />
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Regards,<br />
Sydanny~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-33786255117375016732010-09-20T02:15:00.000+08:002010-09-20T02:15:22.321+08:00Really miss this blog!!Since I got into some occasions which needed my help so badly, I had left this poor blog behind unmanaged. Really excited to start blogging again. Here comes the new style of mine in blogging. ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-44517411022440337902010-07-17T01:48:00.000+08:002010-07-17T01:48:09.615+08:00Just like that.Yeah, as well as I'm a college student apparently, so I have to face a brand-new environment, atmosphere as well as the community. So, I need to adapt as quick as I could since been registered to this well-known-university (actually, the university only, not the campus).<br />
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So then, the atmosphere was not bad. Same as in the most beloved educational institution that I ever been, yeah, KISAS of course. In Arabic, we called it <i>bi'ah</i> and of course I'm talking about the positive one, which was <i>bi'ah solehah.</i> As I ever been or experienced this kind of situation or in other word, this kind of environment, then I've easily adapting myself with this institution. <br />
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As I've been here since more or less than a month ago, I got many friends. Well, being friendly and having some specialty was worthed. Started when I've going through some program which we've been divided into groups, some bonds created instantly among us. Then after we've also being divided again into 10 groups of students (more to classes), again we've being apart as each of us was transferred to different group. Since then also, some bonds also formed, more closer among the members of the group. But the friendship that had been created before could not vanished just like that, we still like before, having time together as same member of the Batch of Semester 1 2010/2011. Most of them was transferred to non-science classes. Okay, stop right here, I'm babling right here. It's not the point okay. I've <a href="http://sy-danny.blogspot.com/2010/06/nilam-puri.html">mentioned</a> about these before.<br />
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I just want to share some experiences, events, my doing here with others by figures, yeah, photos of course. Here was some.<br />
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<i>Bulughul Maram</i> ( بلوغ المرام) lecture.<i> Bulughul Maram </i>was a <i>fiqh's kitab </i> which been used in this lecture. Some topic that will be discussed in this lecture so far was, ablution, and menstruation in women.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This lecture was so fun as Prof. Madya Dr. Muhiden always made his lecture implicit with the sense of humor. Furthermore, everybody just need to text him for any inquiries, or problem to be asked, an he will spend the last half an hour of the lecture for answering those questions which congesting his mobile inbox.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Classes/Tutorial. Which same goes as class in school, but a little bit different as we had to move from one place to another in order to attend a class. Hogwards'-like in simple explanation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got 7 type of subjects in this semester which was <i>Arabic Language, Usus Aqidah, Sirah Nabawiyah, Kalkulus, Algebra & Geometry, English Language </i>and.... <i>Nationality.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Most of these pictures was taken by Fakhrul Islam's mobile's camera. Not bad in quality isn't it? Satisfiying. Alright then, some figures about my life in UM Nilam Puri with those bunch of guys had been told here, implicating some picture was more then enough I supposed. InsyaAllah, more pictures to come, just keep update with the blog.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-15082749579231476222010-06-11T23:37:00.000+08:002010-06-11T23:37:49.163+08:00Nilam Puri23rd of May 2010, I came across the Peninsular of Malaysia, from Perak to Kelantan for attending the registration day in University of Malaya in Nilam Puri, Kelantan. I'm taking Islamic Study with Science course here, which was my second choice in my UPU list when filling up the form online. Actually, I became so down to the Earth after knowing that I'm not pass the qualification for JPA's scholarship for pursuing my study in Biotechnology field overseas. T_T.<br />
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Now, here, I'm in Nilam Puri, Kelantan. At my first view, I'm impressed about the look of this well-known university. Don't be shocked because University of Malaya have 13 campuses all around the Malaysia, and one of them was where I'm living now, in Nilam Puri. My perspective about this campus before having time here was: nothing, boring and I might be cannot make myself survive n a fortnight. But then, after more then a fortnight having time here, with new friends, all the thought vanished, abolish and deminished. Haha. This campus really have many similarities to KISAS, my former college. The five uniques and so on... really miss it.<br />
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Now, I'm situated in Majmu'ah 10 (tenth class of students here). The classification of students here was divided into 2, Majmu'ah 1 until 8 was Islamic Study students (which taking Syariah, Usuluddin and Islamic Education course, all mixed up) and Majmu'ah 9 and 10 was Islamic Study with Science students was situated. So, I'm in Majmu'ah 10. And the most surprising part, I'm becoming their leader, also guess what, who was my assistant, Siti Fatimah Zahra bt Tube, from 509 2009. Huhu.<br />
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So far so good, and I'm started to fall in love with this campus, the studies, lecturers and the environment. The most precious thing was, the <i>bi'ah solehah</i>, which so hard to find in anywhere in any place in the Malaysia especially. <i>Ukhuwwah</i>, even though not as strong as in KISAS, but I bet we could develop the love among us, <i>ukhuwwah fillah abadan abada</i> in the period of one year onward here, insyaAllah.<br />
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And for sure too, I'll staying here until the middle of the year of 2011, as I didn't pass again the qualification for JPA scholarship as they gave second chance earlier for second application. Second round of sadness occured for a while then I felt very grateful as I've freed from any dilema anymore. Islamic study was my path now. Not forgotten, Science study always in my heart.<br />
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Okay then, that's all for now. I'll tell about my studies next time. Subjects, lecturers and so on. May be some pictures too perhaps.<br />
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Salam~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-68011207459534972892010-05-19T23:34:00.002+08:002010-05-20T13:40:37.829+08:00Isolated. Deserted.That was the title of my final novel (for now), <i>Terasing</i> by Hilal Asyraf. First of most, I got this book from a book showcase in SMV Seri Manjung, the former school of a friend of mine, so do the workplace of my mum. So, when I busy observing books that had been shown there, my eyes stuck on the book, since I've read an article about it in <a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/">ILuvIslam forum</a>. According to them, this book was great and full of guidance. I managed to bought it, mum's treat, hehe.<br />
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At first I expecting something good from this book, same as others who really hoping the best from the writer in their writing. For me, this book didn't disappointing me at all. Really. Full of everything that people do say '<i>the food of soul</i>', advices, and some verses from the Holy Quran.<br />
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I could see something from this master piece, from the author of course which was the eagerness to show the pattern or shape of a family which every musleem suppose to have, or the right word, to create. Why I said this because the author tried to put a figure in the reader's mind how beautiful a family would like as the members followed the guideline as proposed by Islam. Anyhow, even this was not the main theme of the entire story as mentioned in the title.<br />
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Let me tell something related to the title. <i>Terasing</i>, story about two friend who making vow to remind each other in each of their prayer. Also, one of them (Zaman), made his best friend (Saifullah) to guide him back to the right path in case he if he get split or being apart from the way that he suppose to be within. Some obstacle happened, as both of them had been lost contact to each other for 11 years, and Saifullah who always remember the promises wondering about the condition of his former best friend. Until one day, he met back Zaman, and obviously, he changed a lot. Now, it was the time for him to fulfill his promise.<br />
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Whoa.. hold it right there. I supposed not to tell you further more. Buy it for the real pleasant of reading. It's worth to own, and reasonably price of RM20.00. <br />
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I'm looking forward for other book written by Hilal Asyraf, so recommend me some please yeh. (I heard <i>Sinergi </i>was a great piece). For ordering his books online, you may prefer this <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2857607-hilal-asyraf">link</a>. Anyway, Hilal Asyaf was a great author in such kind of Islamic novel. I admired him. His official website, <a href="http://ms.langitilahi.com/">Langit Ilahi.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-57455980761932000202010-05-17T23:04:00.001+08:002010-05-17T23:26:33.706+08:00Confused, tired, huh.Since JPA postponed the release of the interviewer's results, whether they have the chance to pursue the study under it, made all tensed out. Huh, seriously, I'm tired of waiting.. Gosh, seriously, seriously, seriously. Really, He put me in a test. Patient. (-_-)~<br />
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I've heard that MARA scholarship result also postponed, and said to be released as the time of JPA's. I found out Izzudin stressed out, as I read on his blog just now.. So do Amar Zaim. Poor them. Poor us. T_T.<br />
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As back up, I'm preparing for the intake to <i>University of Malaya </i>by filling the forms, getting copy of these and those documents. I also managed to go to the HSM (<i>Seri Manjung Hospital</i>) just now for medical check-up. After paying the check-up fee, RM20.00, I needed to go to x-ray department to get my inner side of my body being snapped by a giant no-at-all-camera-like stuff. I was shocked just now when I'm staring at the x-ray film, I found some pattern. <b>Weird one</b>. Really.<br />
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Then, having urine test, negative, negative, negative. I'm not consuming drug anyway. Then, having eye test, and even though I've been aided by spectacles, my left eye still couldn't see properly. Okay, no more budget for new lens as I have already changed both of it almost last week, if I'm not mistaken. I don't have any money more remain, as I cost RM 80.00. Never mind, next time.<br />
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I confused now. The time for UM intake was around the corner. The relusts for JPA almost at the day of the intake. Let's time go on, and see.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-46400293238453361732010-05-14T17:05:00.001+08:002010-05-14T17:10:33.217+08:00Inside or Outside.The agony is back. Since the most agonizing feeling had happened, the day I fetch my SPM result, now I need to face another one. JPA result.<br />
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Before this, I've posted an article about my experiences during JPA interview, <a href="http://sy-danny.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-as-interviewee.html">here</a>, <i>Program Ijazah Luar Negara</i> (PILN) then, I should wait for the result. Whether I get the chance to pursue my pre-U in INTEC for Biotechnology course or otherwise, I don't know yet. They said, third week of May, perhaps 16th-22nd May. Yah, wait.<br />
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I also got offer via UPU, when I qualified to pursue my study in <i>Malaya University for Applied Science with Islamic Study</i>. I've mention about this in my post before this, <a href="http://sy-danny.blogspot.com/2010/05/nowadays-of-my-life.html">here</a>, at the last paragraph. I should do the registration on 23rd May.. and those preparation don't complete yet, including medical check-up.<br />
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So, since JPA result forced me to had this hectic wait, I don't know where will I go yet. Just all I can do is, keep praying hoping the best for my future. InsyaAllah, He knew the best.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-65402095823781757502010-05-13T00:20:00.001+08:002010-05-13T16:32:29.815+08:00Nowadays of My Life.Since a long time I've never put or post anything for my abandoned beloved blog. Huh. Seriously, bored to the power of infinity while having time at home, made me so-not-in-mood to type anything. Yeah, nothing to do, got no idea. Usual regime, house works. That's all. Online on the net, I think I should put a limit. The electricity bill was killing. Then I managed myself to have some activities. Some of them, yeah, read on.<br />
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Gardening. My lawn seemed like an abandoned and haunted with some wild animals made this area as their habitat. Then, fortunately I got tools for cleaning all the mess. The weeds was tonnes! The most annoying part, there were so many stones, gravel, cement fragment, so do bricks fragment. I also managed to kill some centipedes. Not too big, just long, about 2-3 inches. I attached some pics of plants on the lawn. So, my blog would be just colourful. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*Whatever.</span><br />
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Salary weed. My mom planted this. Died few days ago. So hard to have one of this herbaceous plant in our own lawn..<br />
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A birdnest. I found it behind the palm of the bananas trees. So cute. I'm not sure as of there any eggs or baby bird inside.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Some pots that I've arranged on the wall. Seemed wired. From left, I-don't-know-what-type-of-tree, center, curry leaves tree and gonna be ginger plant shoot will come of some weeks ahead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next, novel. Reading of course. I managed to finish a novel of Stephen King, from the collection in Four Past Midnight. The Langoliers, not bad. Credit to Ikmal Nazrin who gifted me this novel. Haha. I just want to borrow at first, then, for so long I didn't return it, he just said, <i>keep it.</i> Langoliers was actually a creature that could eat anything, not just eat, but ceasing the existent of the things that be ate by it. The story begin when a group of passengers took a ride on a plane realized that nobody left on the plane, just because they wide awake. The passengers who fall asleep remained there. Then, they faced some situation, where they met the langoliers, noticing a dark hole in the sky and so on. Ask me if you want have a read on it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>E.R. I think this is a well-known TV series. About a group of doctor which worked everyday non-stop, changing shift and faced so many type of human medical problems in emergency department. Those doctors an nurses was so amazing, terrific. So quick and precise. Some drama inserted as there were some death and fight. Hayyan should watch this. Real chaotic situation exposed, and if you just follow the series, you'll never want to leave it. Credit to Aiman BAsrun for introducing me this TV series.<br />
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Anyway, while I as at home, so many letters came. College, diploma, bla, bla, bla. I have a pile of it, save in my locker, and I've no idea what to do with it. Among the letters, I got matriculation, in <i>Perak Matriculation College, </i>and I've denied the offer as I got offer to <i>Malaya University </i>for<i> Applied Science with Islamic Study.</i> I've accept the offer and if God will it, I'm going to Nilampuri for the course. BUT, I'm waiting for JPA scholarship for Biotechnology course. Really hoping for this as this was my first choice. And InsyaAllah, if I got this one, I;m going to pursue my study in USA. I'll tell you more about it in a short time.<br />
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Ok. Enough with this. I'll post some other updates next time. Thanks for reading. =)<br />
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<a href="http://www.perak.info/Perak_Photo_Gallery/perak_today/images/dbi4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.perak.info/Perak_Photo_Gallery/perak_today/images/dbi4.jpg" width="200" /></a>After having 1 hour (I guessed more) trip to Ipoh by car that was lent by my sister in Keramat, my dad arrived in Majlis Bandaraya Ipoh (MBI) building, in front of it. along the trip I felt very uneasy felling of my stomach, and for sure it's nothing to do about butterfly. Wrong diet perhaps. Until we having lunch in the cafeteria on the building, I still could not reach my appetite. So, just having a bite of muffin.<br />
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<a href="http://www.perak.info/Perak_Photo_Gallery/perak_today/images/dbi7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.perak.info/Perak_Photo_Gallery/perak_today/images/dbi7.jpg" width="200" /></a>Okay, everything seemed to be fine. My shoe, shirt <span style="font-size: x-small;">*<span style="color: #e69138;">peach in color</span></span> and trousers <span style="font-size: x-small;">*my sister said I'm like in retro era because of the cutting of my pant</span>, the documents and the most important thing, the confidence. Anxious, cannot be doubt, but I could not resist the excited feeling, the passion. I managed to go to the 2nd floor, floor for the program being held, then I've been instructed by an office there to left my signature on a board; which 5 A4 sized paper placed there with names. In my approximation, approximately there were 50++ students should be attending the program that day. And I became more anxious, because most of the student of my panel; 4th Panel was Chinese. Then I stepped back understairs.<br />
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I met Nabil, yeah! At least one of KISASian be there with me, so I got some strength. having some chat with him really made me up. Then, the clock showed 1.45 p.m. Time to act. Go upstairs, sit for a briefing. Bla, bla, bla, all about documents, making sure we got all what they needed. Then, we wait until a guy called us; grouped us according to panel. I met Qurratul Aini <span style="font-size: x-small;">*not sure the exact spelling</span>, also KISASian, Ali sport house, huhu. I managed to say 'goodluck' to her and so do her. Then I walked as directed by the instructor.<br />
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I was grouped into 5 students of group. All Chinese except me. Okay. Nervous. I was afraid now. But one think I should ensured; maintain cool, kept smile. Dup, dap. Nah, just Chinese, nothing to be afraid of <span style="font-size: x-small;">*this was not racism blog, okay</span>. I got the 5th number tag to be pinned to my shirt.<br />
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It's the time. Going to the board room. 3 interviewer, 5 interviewee. I objective. The scholarship <span style="font-size: x-small;">*just like reality TV show</span>. I found myself in cold because the room was like a fridge. After greeted the interviewers, we took our seats. First, one of them explained what should be going on in the room along an hour ahead. First section, introduction. We needed to speak in Malay as instructed by the interviewer. So, I was the 5th interviewee, so it was an advantage for me, as I could observed how the others performance and how can I do much better then them. Okay, one thing I couldn't forget, one of the interviewee's introduction. She introduced herself just nice, until she said <i>Saya kagum dengan mak saya.</i> Then, she kept on telling us about her mom, occupation, activities etc. That's kind of wrong there. Then, my part, I just managed to tell 'em what was crossed on my mind that time. About myself, former school, where do I live, co-curricular activities and they managed to ask me about the course that I've been chosen; Biotechnology.<br />
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<a href="http://urs4uall.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/biotechnology.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://urs4uall.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/biotechnology.jpg" width="149" /></a>They asked me, which field in Biotechnology do you prefer or have an interest on it? Okay, actually, I've no idea. I liked Biotech and I knew a little bit about the range of field, but I've never specify my interest on it. Then, spontaneously, I said <i><span style="font-size: small;">Human Genome Research</span></i> or <i><span style="font-size: small;">Genetic Engineering</span></i>. Fuh, I thought it was enough as long I got an answer. My thought vanished as they asked again why this kind of field? Isn't it have many controversial matter that have been debated among the scientist? <span style="font-size: x-small;">*The question almost as this, I can't remember the exact question.</span> So, I said, a little bit not more than this, that was my responsibility to change the prospective of the people nowadays about Biotech as the range of field was really wide. You can manipulate many thing as long it contribute to the society. Besides that, there were more thing could be focused on such as diseases matter which related to genetic and many more.<br />
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End for introduction part now came to second part; discussion. Yeah, we been asked to rearranged our chairs (which before this being agaist the wall) to form a curve shape. 5 chairs. Then we was given a topic; Alternative Energy. The interviewer asked us to discuss about the definition, then how's those alternative stuff was desperately needed by the world society nowadays (kind of). then, a Chinese girl started. Bla, bla, bla. Then I gave my opinion about the definition, which was a renewable source of energy which could not be finished up even by using large amount of the source in certain time (kind of, I'm not really remember my own words). then I gave some examples, solar, water, waves etc. Okay, this part was not difficult though, because most of the interviewee didn't looked active. Until they needed to be asked, then they gave out their opinions. And one of them also kind of them looked obviously hesitated when answering. Also, a student, Chinese boy also brought in a small notebook, and in this part I could realized what was the purpose of the notebook. Write the ideas before speech on it.<br />
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Finally, the discussion not seemed like to be a discussion. Less active members, so i thought the interviewer jut want to make everything gone simple. They started to asked a specific question (still on alternative energy topic) and pointed to any of the interviewee individually, randomly. I managed to answer a question, more or less like this, <i>how about the usage of energy source in Malaysia? Isn't it still ancient because we apparently depend on fuel, coal etc, which still using Earth source. Yes or no? </i>The interviewer pointed, and I said, with a full confidence and the face expression (I couldn't forget this part) I'd answered, <i>Yes!</i> Then, he pointed to the others, yes or no. Something I wasn't satisfied here, as the other have the chance to elaborate their answers, unlike me, just saying, <i>Yes!</i> with over-confident-like-expression pasted on my face. Not fair! By the way, I don't know why, I felt very great by yelling "Yes!" that time.<br />
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Now, moving to the last part. We needed to answer a question just like this, <i>If JPA was in desperate and only need one of you to be sent aboard, and the decision had to be made by yourself, who will you choose? You may pick yourself or the other member of room.</i> Okay, frankly, I didn't ready enough for this question. I waited for a while, as I thought better observe others' answers first. Okay, they pointed me first. <br />
<i>For me, I think I was eligible for the scholarship since I managed to achieve the qualification. Plus, the most important thing was, the biotech field in Malaysia was in very beginning stage, so, no doubt, Malaysia need more new scientist to carry on forward this field just like the other developed country. Furthermore, my carrier in the future on only contribute to the specific organization Government especially, but to the entire society too.</i> *<span style="font-size: x-small;">I still can't remember my exact words, but more or less like this, seriously.</span><br />
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Okay then, end the interview session of my group. Before going out, they asked for any inquiries, and nobody came out with a question. Then, they thanked us for the co-operation. We stood up, greeted back, nad only me said the <i>salam, </i>we shook hand with the interviewer.<br />
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Then, outside the room, we've been asked to pt on a signature on a piece of paper <span style="font-size: x-small;">*which Fye didn't do this</span>, then collected my original documents. I forgot to photocopy my <i>parents salary approval form</i>, so I ran back downstairs <span style="font-size: x-small;">*using elevator</span> and my father done it. I also brought along my <i>High Arabic Language certificate</i> along as they asked for it too. A bro, I was not really sure why he's there, but for sure he was one of JPA officers, perhaps. He said to me, <i>Speak Arabic, can you?</i> with a grin, just like want to tease me. I just smiled and waited for the elavator as he only situated in front of it. With a long table. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*I just don't know what to say. Hehe.</span> The elevator opened, then I yelled to him <i>Ma'asalamah!</i> He reply, <i>Eh, jangan la, tak paham weh.</i> <span style="font-size: x-small;">* No need to translate to English.</span> The elevator closed.<br />
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My father speed up back to Manjung, and we managed to drop by to my uncle's house in Kampar, and to my grandma's house in Changkat Jong, Teluk Intan.<br />
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Anyway, this experience took me 3 days to be typed. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*Lazy.</span> This given me some value-added, so i could be prepared as if there any interview someday. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*Okay, I think this one not enough yet actually. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-52709953386542463662010-03-31T19:45:00.004+08:002010-04-01T19:52:24.853+08:00Bookfair: Drive Me Crazy; Mad; Insane!Tired. Fatigued leg. That's all I could express when I spending my hours in PTWC Kuala Lumpur recently. For what? Books, of course. By then, let me tell about the schedule since I stepped my feet on the capital of Malaysia. <br />
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Actually I've planned for International Bookfair since I've joined my college trip last year. Since I got limited notes (no money for simple word), I could only buy limited reading materials. So, I've promised to myself, I'll going to make my own trip to PWTC by myself next year. And, alhamdulillah, I've made it. By the way, Wan Amir, the most controversial boy in SMKSM, went along too.<br />
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We took our bus in 12.15 a.m, March 27 in Seri Manjung Bus Station. I thought the Transnational Bus will come a little bit as it usually done, but that night, it arrived unusually punctual. Right on time, not too early, not too late. Haha. So, we took the rode, happily, and Wan Amir going along his with lappy, then we could enjoy movie on the bus. Slumdog Millionaire. We had arrived in Puduraya Station around 3.30 a.m. Now what we going to do? Sleep? No. We stayed in KFC, 24 hours nearby reading some magazines instead of having post-midnight meal by buying sandwich cost RM4.50 each, blood sucker sandwich until Subh. We prayed in newly renovated musolla on the 2nd floor of the Puduraya station. So cold in there, like freezer.<br />
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Until we could see the sunrise as we began our walk to PWTC. Direct to the World Trade Center. Having several minutes in Rapid Monorail, then having mistake while taking KTM train made us changed our train twice, where Wan Amir was so excited about it. Never have a ride. Then, this is it. PWTC. When we were there on that time, nobody was there. Countable people actually. We decided to left somewhere all our luggage but don't know where. Nothing such lockers provided there. So, we managed to left them in musolla there. Haha, on a shoe rack. We put those stuff beneath it, with a plank on top of it, so nobody could realize there was something there.<br />
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We go around and around and around. This place was a terrible. So congested with people. Hard to have a free walk. And for sure. You cannot preventing yourself having skin contact with other people. Alas~ yeah, you know when you got stuck in there, you won't run over those people right? So, just wait 'till the traffic cleared by then you could went through smoothly.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nWpx6uTV5Jk/S7Mzf1yykWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LJplJjE4cP8/s1600/27249_1287882069930_1016532283_30687243_4366254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nWpx6uTV5Jk/S7Mzf1yykWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LJplJjE4cP8/s320/27249_1287882069930_1016532283_30687243_4366254_n.jpg" /></a>We was there since 8.00 a.m. 'till a little bit after Asr prayer. since then, I jumped into Zuhair, Faran Lokman, And two of baitul qura' friends of them (since they doesn't introduced to me at all, huhu. Not forget, Husaini. And also, Bro Fendy. The most important KISASian I've met was Dr. Asri. So honored to met him. We had shook hand too (blimey, I blinked my eyes when the flashes stroke..).<br />
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When, I was searching for ATM there, since the one provided in the building was running out of cash, so I had to find another. Then, I go to The Mall, the lane was like hell. Soooooo long. Oh, My God, I grumbled. I thought, if I join the queue, the money will finishes before I get myself in front of the machine. Huh, very testing my patient. On my way to the Mall, I've jumped into Safan, who willingly let me stay in his house 'till I continue my ride next day back to Perak. He shocked as I called his name. Huhu. Then, I said I was searching for ATM since the one in PWTC unreliable, then we splited our way. I've promised to called him whenever we've done. So do him.<br />
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The other way round situation happened. Not exactly like we've planned. I jumped into my cousin that stayed in Segambut. She was walking around alone for the Bookfair, and since Wan Amir and I waited for Safwan as he didn't performed his prayer yet, so we had to wait for him beside the Mall building right against the Pizza Hut window. I noticed Ayu (her name) presence, so I waved to her. She screamed once she saw me and about to jump on me. Seemed so happy. I told he that I'm going to stay in Safwan's so I could not troubling her parents by staying in her's. She kept pushing me, and wanted me badly to stay in her house, beside Safwan's. Gosh. I'm in a middle now. How could i told Safwan about this? Nah, he's cool man. Yes, he was, as he said it wasn't a problem by then. Haha. Only me who easily felt guilty. Idayu also blamed me, why didn't called her? Just like I said, I just won't troubling her parents. That's all. By the way, Safwan told me he going to take me to KISAS, for some purpose. But then, I needed to cancel all the plans. Never mind. It's not wrong having time in your family's member house. Not usual thing we can do always.<br />
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We spend a night there, and I managed to make a visit to my aunt's house nearby. She prepared some dishes. We also having chat.<br />
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Next day, I woke up late after Subh, contra as Wan Amir was bright-eyed early and managed to buy newspaper from the store nearby. Just felt very tired since I didn't have sleep since 3.30 a.m. Huhu. Then we have our breakfast and planned to go back to the Bookfair to buy some books more, especially Wan Amir was so eager to buy recipe books for his mother. Cake and cookies stuff. As we thought, congested, and worst than before. Wan Amir claimed, he didn't expected Malaysian have the interest in books, moreover most of them was youngsters. <br />
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Then, we rode back by KTM, arrived in Segambut and once we got ourselves in the house, we had lunch, packed up and we rode back to the bus station, return back to Perak. <br />
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By the way, I think I should list up all the books that I managed to buy from the fair.<br />
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First day: <br />
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1. <i>Rahsia Kemunculan Dajal</i> - the most expensive book I managed to bought<br />
2. <i>99 Solat Sunat Lengkap</i><br />
3. <i>Berbicara Cara Nabi</i><br />
4.<i> Menyeru Kepada Allah</i><br />
5. Lirael - huge fantasy novel<br />
6. <i>Aku gadis Mistik</i> - novel for my sister<br />
7. <i>Diari Mat Despatch</i> - for my sister too<br />
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Second day:<br />
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1. <i>Atlas An-nahu Al-arabih</i> - grammar for arabic<br />
2. <i>Bersolek (Tabarruj)</i> - this one for my mum<br />
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Anyway, this time, I felt satisfied even though not much books I could buy. My salary almost finished for this trip. No problem, as I could fulfilled my plan. Alhamdulillah also, my plan was fulfilled by the Great Planner. Praise to be Him.<br />
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P/S: Fye also kept calling me for books. And I managed to buy him some as he had banked-in some cash for it. For Amirul who demanding book of Hilal Asyraf, I'm sorry, I couldn't found any.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-80122438732174264172010-03-26T13:47:00.000+08:002010-03-25T22:47:47.615+08:00My life recently.Recently, I've going through my life as I thought was, not really bad. In fact, I'm glad with my life now. I could not deny some obstacles and test from God, but I think there was some benefit from it. Only He knows.<br />
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I've never post anything about my SPM's result here since I’ve fetch it, so I think I should do it now. Yeah, for you information, I passed with flying colours in the well-known-hard test among Malaysian students. Praise to be Him, because of His permission, and then I got this kind of result. Frankly speaking, I’m a bit envy with my other friends which got better and excellent result, but I think this was enough for me. Stop grumble and grateful with what you got. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, all praises to Allah, all praises to Allah. <br />
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Since then, I started to think about my future. When I’m going to further my study? Scholarship? Preparation for interview, and much more. This time, I really want to make everything run smooth as possible. I had resigned from the store, and then started to concentrate to these.<br />
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Besides having much time on the net, for having a peek to the courses available to be chosen, I had also asking to my friends and seniors for any extra information. Really appreciated them By then I also got many advices from my former teachers, such as Mr. Huzairy and Mdm. Rodziah. Frankly speaking, I have no idea with all these stuff, scholarship, furthering studies blah, blah, blah, at the beginning. Now at least I have some figure to guide me for these-new-kind-of-stuff and credit to everyone who helped me a lot. Thanks you guys!<br />
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I think maybe I should express this appreciation specifically.<br />
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1. All praises to God, Allah for this result. I knew I’ve put much effort for this, but only He have the right to fulfill it.<br />
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2. My parents especially my mother. Love her so much and I promised I'll provide a better life for you, insyaAllah. My dad, and my stepmother thanks for all of your support.<br />
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3. My teachers miss all of you! Thank you for the guidance, and really put much sacrifice for our victory.<br />
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4. My friends, helped me a lot in studies and life. I can’t forget you’ll until death.<br />
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5. Kolej Islam Sultan Alam Shah. This place really opened up my eyes about the world nowadays.<br />
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<a href="http://digiwebstudio.com/store/bmz_cache/7/77b57ad69533a129f9f8b5f4019c3f18.image.425x425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://digiwebstudio.com/store/bmz_cache/7/77b57ad69533a129f9f8b5f4019c3f18.image.425x425.jpg" width="320" /></a>I knew the entire obstacle and all the happiness that being faced day by day, in our life was test from Allah. He just wants us to remind about Him and stay at the right path. He will no give something that we couldn’t bear, and I just kept reminding myself that, He will always be there. Just pray to him, and believe in Him. Nothing else.<br />
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By the way, congratulations to all my friend for the flying colours results, and whose didn’t got targeted result, don’t be sad and kept up the effort. Maybe there’s benefit from it, and only Allah knew it. Kept saying your gratefulness to Him and pray a lot for preventing any sedition from Satan. Life must be go on, and make sure the way was kept on the right path.<br />
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So, how’s my life will going to be after this? Only Allah knew. Hoped the best from Him.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-10238826235606427322010-03-21T00:10:00.000+08:002010-03-21T18:38:28.538+08:00My last day.Today was the day. The day that I waited, just like the day I waited for a job. I free now. Free from work, command and boring request. Haha. Actually I've been asked for resign from the store. I cannot make the sincere out of my heart anymore. I couldn't done any work without mumble and grumble. I'm boring, tired. Yeah, as long I've experience to be a worker, doing many harsh work and always being tired and fed up, hold the unwillingness feeling on and on. No, I couldn't take it anymore.<br />
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I had told Mrs. Pei Pei for the resign, in the beginning of the week. She said, yes, you can, but make sure all books that should be returned to the publisher all have been packed up. Then I just said okay. I had managed to packed all PEP Publication books (total: 9 boxes, phew!), then it had been taken away by the person in-charge, Mr. Johari, the one who drove the unwashed lorry to load stocks from the main store in Sabak Bernam, took those boxes away to the publisher. Then, she asked me more, how about Cerdik Publication's books? Thanks God, sis Julie had done all the job, checking, either packing. Huhu.Thanks to her. After that, she gave me green light to leave. I asked her for my salary, she said, next Monday, after 3 p.m. Afraid she'll be busied by the customers. Alright then, just okay. I'll be there next Monday. Hoped I got satisfying salary.<br />
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Not only that. There was drama behind all of this. Not easy as these. Mr. Chia (now I know the real spelling of my employer's name.. hehe), doesn't know anything about this. Just now, when the store was nearly to be closed, he asked me to continue the work that had been asked by him: next week. I just let him be. Not denying anything, just agreed with him. Poor him. Then I asked Mr. Lee, my second employer for confirmation.vHe don't know anything. Auch! Suddenly I felt guilty. How come Mrs. Pei Pei didn't tell him? Then, I just go.. and left the store, my last day been over.<br />
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But now, Mr. Chia had been informed by me through the phone. I really in guilty. I seek for his apology, thrice, and he said it's okay. Just settled down those salary stuff an so on with Mrs. Pei Pei, he said. By then, I felt relieved. Thanks Mr. Chia for everything.<br />
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Even though those people, the other workers there may not read this blog, but then, I really want to express my appreciation towards all of you for your co-operation during the time I was a part of Chiew Books and Sports.<br />
1. Shahrul. He helped me a lot in the store. Lifting boxes. Checking books. Arranging stuff, many things.<br />
2. Sis Yana. She guide me in every single things in the store. How to do this, how to do that. And she also willing to buy me a drink when she's on her break.<br />
3. Morgana. Always cheer me up. She's very effective worker and hardworking. Huhu. Thanks for your support!<br />
4. Sis Umaa. Always asked me to help her doing he medals' stuff. I'm glad to help her! Very nice and kind person.<br />
5. Sis Ding. Cheer and active woman. Always teasing me, making such jokes, and the place for me to ask for goods' bar code.<br />
6. Sis Ana. Having marriage breaks apparently. Actually I always argued with her, because of the attitude, hard to feel respect to other person. Yes, that's her weakness, but then she taught me many things about life. There were such person in anywhere. We just need to prepare to handle that kind of person.<br />
7. Sis Julie. She's really sweet, nice. Since I've been replacing Syafiq (the other worker who had been resigned earlier), my things had been done with her. All about books. She never gave up when guiding me, even though I've frequently making mistakes. Thanks Sis, I'll remember you always.<br />
8. Syafiq, Fatin Syazwani and Mona Fatin. Ex-employees there. Since we was in the same age, peer, we having time like youth in the store, including Shahrul. Exchange stories, cannot be doubt.<br />
9. Mr. & Mrs. Lee (Pei Pei). A spouse who was hardworking. Thanks for everything.<br />
10. Mr. Chia. Thanks for the ride in all around the district. (delivering books and goods to schools. Hehe)<br />
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Gosh, the wait really an agony, especially within this few suffering days to the day. I'm so afraid. I've been hoping too much for this. Made me really anxious. All I could do now was, pray, pray and pray. I'm so grateful because there were many of person here willing to pray for my success. Infinity thanks for them. I'm really appreciate it and I would not forget all of you. May Allah grant all your wishes.<br />
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Let's accent this prayer for our success.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*credit to ILuvIslam for the illustration. </i></span><br />
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<blockquote><a href="http://wallpaper.iluvislam.com/image/doa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://wallpaper.iluvislam.com/image/doa.gif" width="320" /></a><i>O Allah, we're facing our day of judgment in this world, after we've been putting all of the efforts along the years in KISAS. We're hoping that You'll give the best result for us, the best in Your way. Please, put away all the arrogant, proud and any other negative attitude from us when you give a victory to us, and make ourselves be grateful, and humble. O Allah, if You've been destined that we doesn't achieve anything that we hoped for, please give us the strength and don't make us feel very regretful and awful. Please Allah, put the victory on our side, make 11A's in our hands, KISAS as No.1 for SPM for the entire country, and especially, put the name of 'Islam' at the top. O Allah, only You knew the best things for us and please make us realize that all of the fate that destined by You was the perfect and the most right ways for us, O Allah, the Merciful and Loving God.</i></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-38038408934148574372010-03-05T00:28:00.000+08:002010-03-05T21:59:42.161+08:00My first salary. Happy or sad? Either?*These was only my heart talking.<br />
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Now, I wanna to type off what I'm feeling right now. After my employer hand over my first salary. Even though I've been published this post to this blog, means that it probably readable for anyone. Actually I prefer not to let everyone to read this but I knew, only a some who was concerned and willing to visit this <i>boring</i> blog. And I decided not to send this post's link to my Facebook as I used to do with the other posts before.<br />
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It was a wait. A little bit not more than the wait that I had felt while waiting for having a job since coming back home from KISAS. As the first day of March peeked the week, the wait was began. Waiting for my right. For the change of my strength that had been used as much as I can to the book store for the greater service. Finally my employee only hand over the cash 4 days after that. I got RM 456.15 for the past month's salary. (Basic salary RM 500.00, deducted by RM 41.60, for the Chinese New Year holiday and RM 2.25 for SOCSO, a kind of insurance, by these, I got my salary). <br />
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Then, not only that, since I had been hired by my employer by 25th January, I got extra for the extra days. I got RM 96.25 (5 days on the Jan's times RM 19.25 per day). Total salary: RM 456.15 + RM 96.25 =<b> RM 552.40</b>. Huhu, seems not bad huh.<br />
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What I've been planned before?<br />
Many. I mean, not too many and not too special. This was my list that I've been jot down on my Papermate Sticky Note.<br />
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1. New wrist watch<br />
2. Facial Cleanser<br />
3. Water gloss hair wax.<br />
4. Deodorant.<br />
5. Replace my spectacle's lens. (I'm getting blurred)<br />
6. Buy Zehann's novel online.<br />
7. New haircut.<br />
8. New keyboard, mouse for the computer.<br />
9. New earpiece for my MP3. <br />
<i>Approximately: RM 250.</i><br />
I also planned to:<br />
SECOND LIST <br />
1. Sent a hundred to my dad.<br />
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3. Treat my family.<br />
4. Bank in around a hundred or hundred and a half for days in Klang.<br />
<i>Approximately: RM 300</i><br />
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But, this list just remained listed. I didn't think these could be fulfilled. This was my new list:<br />
THIRD LIST <br />
1. New wrist watch.<br />
2. New haircut.<br />
3. Some toiletries.<br />
4. Expenditure for my trip to Klang for the SPM result. For 3 days.<br />
<i>*And I only got RM 200 </i><br />
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I did call my mom before she arrived to catch me up from work and I'm saying, "Mom, let's go to KFC tonight." She seems glad in her voice. Then, when I told her I got RM 550+ when riding the car, she said she's tired, next time we can spend time there.<br />
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She got a hundred and she needed a hundred more for paying car installment. Total: RM 200. I knew, the real value needed was RM 300. Then I noticed, goods in our house was getting finished. I only got RM 550+, so what I need to do??<br />
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I had made a decision. I'll takes RM 200 and the rest I'll hand it to my mom. And I've done it. I just able to fulfilled the THIRD LIST with this RM 200. Plus, for my way to KISAS back. This situation made me a little bit upset.<br />
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Then, I kept telling myself. <i>Be grateful, be grateful. Try to be grateful to Allah, better than nothing.</i> And I've made it. I'm really grateful with what I've got now. But I can't hide the other feeling out of my heart. Kind of disappointed. I worked hard, and faced many tough work, I felt like this was not worth it. Yes, I admit that through all the days on the store, I also tried to make myself done the best, and to be sincere. So, the tire was not seems to appear. But, I still could feel the hard work. Anyway, mine was not bad enough compared to my friends. They only got RM 450+.<br />
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The only things I wanna expressed here, that I'm so sad for the not-could-be-fulfilled-list. Huhu. Never mind, maybe next time. InsyaAllah, I'll get a better tomorrow.<br />
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<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>O Allah, I'm not trying to grumble what had been fated for me. I'm just expressing what I felt. Please, I beg You, Please strengthen my faith for facing any of your test, forgive my sins, and may all the things happened hided some hikmah(meaning). Put away any sedition of the Devil that could made me lost, and being ungrateful. Amin...</i></div><br />
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Anyway, I'll write some overview about this book here. Pictures of Hollis Woods was a story of a 12-year-old girl named Hollis Woods, who was an orphan that had been left by her parents with only a note, said <i>'Just call her Hollis Woods'</i>. She owned an outstanding talent; drawing. She really demanding a family. Then, at the age of 12, she's being adopted by a family, Regan family. Being a part of the family made her felt the pleasure of having her own family. But she's always worried about the relationship between the Old Man, his adopted father and his son, Steven, her adopted brother which seems cold. She thought that her present was creating the mess. Then she made an escape back to the orphanage house, then she's being adopted by an old women named Josie. She's really liked the Regan family, making her wondering, were they accept her back to their family if she come to them back?<br />
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My comment for this novel, this novel wasn't so great. No any outstanding plot or surprising event or unexpected one. Just monotone, without climax (or there was one, just me can't detect it's presence). I'm not sure this kind of novel suitable for what kind of person, 'cause this novel was just dull. Just read the novel if you want to know more (but I bet nobody desperate to have even a glimpse at the novel after I'm saying this).<br />
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Anybody want to have a read on it? Contact me. InsyaAllah I'll lend it to you.<br />
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P/S: The cover looked boring, isn't it?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047652262930401162.post-49582318220935011132010-02-08T00:05:00.000+08:002010-02-08T00:10:11.397+08:00My Blog.Why I'm involved in blogging?<br />
Influence. My friends got into blogging, and so do I. I thought this another way of getting yourself on the net was really great. Besides Friendster, Myspace, Facebook, and many other interesting social web pages, I thought I couldn't lose anything for trying blogging. And now, I got my own blog, blog of a beginner. This one.<br />
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Why I'm using English in my blog?<br />
I want to conquer the language that I've learnt since I was in the kindergarten. It doesn't meant that I loved and admired or really liked this international language, not at all. I just wanna be strong in it, make it my second language and the most important, I could have the skills to communicate with the foreigners. Hah, skills. Communicating skills. Knowing the language was not enough without the skills. Even thought my English was not good enough until then, yes, I realized it, I still gonna make it as my blog's language, so that I could practice, at least in writing. I could speak a bit, and I'm still in learning phase. But then, I still using Malay on the shoutbox beside. Huhu~<br />
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What was the feedback from the others to this blog?<br />
Before that, the majorities of my blog's viewers was my friends in KISAS, and not forgotten, some of my friends from Seri Manjung. A very bit of them really liked my blog, and understand me, why I did these and those in here and they also supported me. They made me felt I'm very lucky to have them. Some words from them really put a strength on me. Negative feedback, I couldn't see any until now. Out of some of my friends that I mentioned before just not criticize nor expressing any unsatisfactory towards my blog. They just kept in silence.<br />
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How about the visitors?<br />
Only a few, countable. I thought I need to put more effort in publicizing my blog in other web pages, and I've done some in Facebook. But then, still, less visitors. I think I know why. Because of the lingua franca here. I wrote in English, so they felt my post just wasting their time. They need to read one by one, and paragraph by paragraph, to get what I really meant here. I'm not blaming them, I knew, this was just unfavorable. They more rather prefer blogs that using simple language, Malay, 'sempoi' and not complicated. Essay-like blog like mine? Duh~ I do have made a visit to other's blog. They more prefer fancy, colourful, using many emoticon, and highlighting there and here with many type of colours, and most of them made their post in align center. I'm not them, sorry. (I also found out a trend where some blogger put dropping object in their blog, I think, it just messing up your blog..)<br />
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These some of FAQ for my blog. Some of the reader/visitors may like or dislike my blog page, but I don't care. This is my blog and I've right to publicizing anything that I want, in my own way. If you want to criticize, go on, comment on the post or just post some quotes on the shoutbox. Simple. Thanks for any courageous comment. I really appreciate that. For the haters, kept your hatred feeling by yourself, I don't care. Haha.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17933370893469655754noreply@blogger.com0