IGNORANCE

My ignorance costed me huge problems in life. I started to gain weight when I was in Standard 5, and got my shape back when I was in Form 3. My bad habit of taking things for granted caused my weight gain until now. I made myself lazy and it turned me into a slacker. I often used the word "takpa lah" back in those days. Yet, I am struggling at the gym to regain my fitness. Insecurities hit me much and at one point, I am really afraid to be single for the rest of my life. Looks are subjective but if we don't work for it, the subjectivity will always go to the negative side. Here we go, day 10 of 100 days challenge to 65kg!

RACISM IN MALAYSIA, WHO'S BEHIND IT?

We all know the fact that nobody in this world was born as a racist. We were instilled by the positive values of tolerance and good assumption towards other races at home and even at school, as we are currently living in a multiracial country. But do we noticed that, our position as Malays is threatened as time moves on? I know I should not write this in my blog but I will tell you 3 true stories (I got to change the names by request of someone) for you to sit back and evaluate my points whether it is true or it is just something I created to be the next Ibrahim Ali:

Story 1

Ani was an excellent student who studied in Sekolah Menengah (P) Pudu. The school principal was a Chinese, and she had became a headmistress for 10 years. Though Ani is a top scorer in her school, she never stepped her foot into the A class (in Malaysia, we all know that A class was for the brightest set of students in the school). Why? When Ani was in Form 1, she only managed to get average results in her exams and accepted the fact that she only able to place herself in the C class. But when she was in Form 2, she got the 1st overall ranking among the Form 2 students and only managed to place herself in the B class. During that year, the principal suddenly changed the system, splitting the A and B classes by the religious subject that they will take the following year. So logically, are they any Malays will be in the A class if the A class is for those who are not taking Islamic Studies?

Story 2

Muhamad applied to be a volunteer for the annual mega book sale in KL. Knowing his application will take a long time, he opted to volunteer for a programme in Zoo Negara. After 1 month since he sent his details to the organizer, he was told that his application is not accepted as he is too young (he aged 18). When he went to the book sale, he met with a sales assistant who was 17, and a Chinese. He also noticed that all the volunteers are Chinese, and he cant find any other races as volunteers there. Hence, I would like to ask, discrimination who?

Story 3

Kumar is an average government servant who worked for 10 years with this one government department. His colleagues know him as a very diligent worker, rarely take any days off and always be in the office on time. A few months later, a Chinese young man joined his department. Working together as a team, his Chinese colleague gained promotion after just 1 year of working. When he reviewed his performance marks, he noticed that his mark was extremely lower than the new guy, caused him to confront his Chinese boss later on.

Well those 3 stories are based on real stories with the names changed and I hope no one will take any actions or any other legal accusations on my stories above.  Here, I just want to show you how discrimination are not started by the Malays (like other Malaysians said) but it was started by the other side of society in this country. 1Malaysia spirit, a very brilliant idea from our Prime Minister but seems its more to be idealistic rather than realistic. How can we live in a country that literally against racism but only for the advantage for another side? Is that the real justice we've been seeking for? I have no sense of racism, but I can sense fascism among races nowadays.

SUITED CRIMINALS AND ARMED VIGILANTE

Since I was a young boy, I was taught to be a person who wears suits and shoes, the person who become representative to the locals and generates the ideas for the betterment of this country. As I get older and wiser, I realize that its better to be a guy with ragged clothes that has a heart to sacrifice for one's good. We always think that liars and timers work at night, but these days those people work in the hall and they also gained people trust. Hopefully I wont be arrested by the Sedition Act because it just a statement from my mind.

FEMINISM

If you are a male, people will always label you as sexist whenever you say bad things or looking down to a female. For them, you are not a gentleman if you mistreated them like a queen, or being their slaves in shopping malls if you are her boyfriend. The concept of feminism is always confusing, and the complex mind of women making it even harder to understand. So the thing here is that is feminism upholds justice for women or its a philosophy used by women to conquer the world and let the world know that they are better than men? No offence but this suddenly crossed in my mind.

GROW UP

As a child, I'll always think that Profesor Xavier is a devoted person As I grow up, I realized that Magneto is a realist.

HATE

I have this one problem. When I hate a person, I'll hate them hard. I'll hate them like forever. Maybe my ego is too solid, and seems it'll never been destroyed forever. Just some rantings from my mind. Hopefully it doesn't offend anyone.

LOST AND FORGOTTEN

Well life isn't always deal swiftly as what we expected. There is one saying that tells us we will start growing as we are losing our friends. As a I become older and older, I realized that I am being forgotten by my old mates, and seems I am no longer in their memories. Well, maybe my ego shows off all my feelings but deep in my heart, being forgotten is the worst thing that could happen in one's life. I should've lowered my ego by now

FIGHTING AND KEEP FIGHTING! (Part 1)

It's been a week since SPM passed. And I am really sure that each and everyone of you are enjoying yourself much, as you were fighting and struggling upon seeing yourselves to succeed in the future. As for me, the end of SPM marked the last and final chapter in my story as an Alam Shah boy. 5 years flew so fast and I even didn't noticed that I am now no longer a schoolboy. What do you expect to feel to be in a place for half a decade? Started to become a boy that always cry; not wanting to be away from his parents until now become a noble man that could stand by his own feet on the ground. Memories, what is more valuable than them?

Nothing is more vital than prayers at this time

I still remember the moment when I was in Form 1. I couldn't halt myself from letting the tears out of my eyes. Pearls keep flowing out from my eyeballs though I tried so hard to calm myself down. At that time, I met a nice senior, Abang Meor Ahmad Qabil (he's now furthering his studies in Newcastle-upon-Tyne if I was not mistaken.) By the time all the seniors in the school was ignoring me, saying that there's no point of talking to a cry baby, he lowered his seniority ego and met me one-by-one. And then he asked, "Kenapa nangis2 ni? Budak lelaki malulah nangis. Kamu dah besar mana boleh nangis dah". At that time, I tried to gasp some air, like wanting to put a stop to my tears. Then, I told him, "Ada orang terbalikkan katil saya. Pastu dia cilok kad outing saya". With a smile on his face he then replied, " Alah, biasalah orang tak puas hati tu. Kalau kamu rasa ini beban, bayangkan hidup kat luar nanti. Hidup ni memang banyak dugaan. Jangan pernah takut dengan orang. Kat Alam Shah ni, jadi junior kena kuat. Ingat, kita hidup dalam suasana survival of the fittest. Kalau kamu keluar, kamu dah lepaskan genggaman emas yang paling bermakna dalam hidup kamu. Emas tu memanglah berat, tapi nilai emas tu? Tiada apa yang boleh mengatasinya." And that advice was permanently attached to my brain's memory until now. Form 1 was surely a challenging year in terms of mental and physical. Life was quite hard in that year. The most important part? We gained our batch name, FIGHTERS, from FIGHTERS 0509. Shah Muzhafar Amir was our hero on that (it's a long story be told actually)

Cooking practical back in the year 2010

Stephen King once quoted, “A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.” The scars I've made through my journey in Alam Shah was really vital in shaping my current personality. Moving on to my year as a sophomore. I can't lie that I was so scared to face it as I heard stories from people saying that the  Form 2 year would be the "killer" year, (as if they couldn't stand the pressure living in such surroundings). Technically, life as Form 2 is the biggest contributor in moulding my overall personality in the years later. It revolved me to turn to a gentleman, instead of being a childish boy. 2010 wasn't just a revolution era for me and myself, it was the era where the might and pride of Alam Shah was put back to its original position. Ustaz Nordin and Tn. Haji Mohamad Kamaluddin played their biggest in rebuilding the Alam Shah that once was feared by other competitors. PPM title, The Wind Orchestra Title, represented Malaysia in WRO and got 2nd place, represented Malaysia in the WSDC and a lot more not mentioned. The glorious days of Alam Shah continued as BUSAS was elected to be the best organisation in the school. As a part of BUSAS, I must say that I was really proud at that time. Yes, life at that year was all about pressure, tense and nobody could escape from the school that we referred it as 'hell'. Fortunately, nobody threw off the towel in that year. Just that we lost Mirza Zaki (now in SASER), Ikhmal Ariff (now in BASIS), Afif "Bombay" (if I am not mistaken, he's now in Sains Syed Putra) and Syed Ikram, whom quitted at the end of 2009 (mostly because of family problems). In that year also, I trained myself to become a speaker, turning myself from a shy boy who heavily opened out his mouth, to a debater that could elaborate much things in life. Thanks to Farhan Khairol Anuar and Hazim Norahmadi, I have implemented things I learnt in the next couple of years in Alam Shah. Right now, I am still wondering if only I had focused more during training in those days. I might grew up and become better that they had been.

Life in F3 was nothing without having your buddies

2011, the 2nd biggest year as a SASSIAN. No one could ever imagine that they now have all grown up and getting prepared to become a senior. As the 1115 entered the school, I felt like I was already 5 years in the school (like big-headed ya know?).  Seeing all these changes made me more matured. Bigger responsibilities came into my life. I was elected to become Lujnah Musolla Secretary, where people around me said that I was too young for that such position in BUSAS. I believe there was something planned by Hazim Nazar, the BUSAS General Secretary at that year. The role was big but I think that I had done a good job. Form 3 was the year where the bond between our batch was tested. 3 days before PMR, after the whole year agreeing to not cheat in the PMR exam, a few boys from our batch got themselves caught in the hall, practicing the cheating moves (or commonly known as "anchor"). We were under fire as Teacher Farah (our batch advisor) threatened our future PMR results. Yes, we were absolutely scared, frightened, curious yet confused at that time. Later that night, we gathered at the surau and Afieq Azwa (the batch leader) let all his anger and fury out to the batchmates who involved. Truthfully, I never seen Azwa turned out to be like what he had been at that time. Well that moment didn't stopped us to take the exams peacefully the next 3 days. Though the results announced in the end of the year was not really satisfying, our strong bond couldn't be broken through. Together, we trailed ourselves with a big heart to face the most exciting yet adventurous year of Form 4!

Representing the school for Students' Exchange Program in Saudi Arabia

3rd of January 2012, the first assembly for the year was held in Dewan Putra Perdana. The whole school was quite disappointed with our results but then, the Principal first speech was quite a solid backup for us. He mentioned that though the results were below the school's expectations, but he was very proud to hear that our batch was the one and only batch to be clean from any sense of cheating in the exam. The teachers gave us a round applause upon hearing it. I was very pleased and gained some motivation to go through the possible circumstances that me and my batchmates will pass through. Life as a senior was totally different. I started to know about inter-school rivalries, true friendship, and the one that each teenager would start thinking about, love. I don't know why but I am quite sure that I was influenced by the environment where my friends were busy looking out for a lover. And like my friends, I began to work on my body shape to look great in front of the girls (err, actually I was very worried and concerned on my health condition). I made a lot of new friends in that year (from other school). I turned out myself from an anti-social to a guy that knows how to make conversations better. I made myself brave to talk in front, without shivering like always. There, I commenced myself to focus on my ambition, to become a lawyer.  (To be continued)

SINCERITY: THE VALUE THAT IS DISAPPEARING

In the world where we live without limitations, the great value of sincerity is fading and disappearing from the people in it. People nowadays only look for things they can get if they've done something. In the other words, the 'free help' term seems lost in them. What will you say if a father needs to pay for his children to stay and being served from them. Well, it maybe a nonsense when we first hear it but truthfully, this is what happening in this world today. Those who are poor will forever stuck in poverty and those who are old will forever be abandoned. If this could happen in our generation, then what would happen in the future? But before I go any further, let me give you a brief explanation on the definition of the word, 'sincerity'.

If you refer to most dictionaries, sincerity means  the virtue of one who speaks and acts truly about his or her own feelings, thoughts, and desires. In Islam, sincerity is described as a manner of giving or doing something without hoping for any change or advantages. When we combine these two definitions, it will be giving or doing something truly with our own desire and feelings without wanting any change. Making it easy, it is defined as an act of giving help that comes deep in the heart. The Oxford English Dictionary and most scholars state that sincerity from sincere is derived from the Latin sincerus meaning clean, pure, sound (1525–35). Sincerus may have once meant "one growth" (not mixed), from sin- (one) and crescere (to grow). Crescere is cognate with "Ceres," the goddess of grain, as in "cereal."

Though its difficult yet impossible to see people give out donation sincerely, as the current young generation, we must turn this paradigm to its normal. We still have time and we still can make the change. Ending this post, let us pray that Allah will help us in all our good efforts. :)

KOSONG: A BUSAS SHORT FILM

Sesungguhnya, ada dalam kalangan manusia itu berkorban mencari jalan keredhaan Allah.. Saksikanlah bagaimana seorang rakan sanggup berkorban demi mengisi kekosongan dalam diri rakannya..

2013.. LET IT ROLL!!

Assalamualaikum readers! So, now, we're moving on to 2013, as time moves on without stopping even a split second.. 2012 is going to end soon and I hope we are all ready to face up new challenges on the new year. Well, for me, its the time. The time to get on serious business. Its SPM people! This is the real life and death matter.. Yeah, for sure its gonna be a busy year, but perhaps i can make it like less stressful and make my final year in SAS as the amazing one. With the addition of the "once in a lifetime" golden jubilee celebration, the year is going to be a tough one really.. Haha.. I've once heard on quotes saying that stress builds up people.. And of course it make me kinda like to get myself into the stressful lifestyle.. So, buckle up people.. Hold on to your seats as we're ready to face up new challenges.. Let the blood sweat and tears be the factor to get 10 A+ next year..

 

 

Let the new year be the avenue for us to tighten our relationship with Allah s.w.t. Don't let our past overshadow our future.. Allah is the Forgiver. He forgives those who repent to Him. Insha Allah, your life will be blessed. Let the new year be the best than the year we've been through. Till, we meet again soon.. :)