Dec 22, 2011

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday baby :) i love you with all my hearttt heee

Dec 10, 2011

Apabila Azan memanggil.

Satu ketika dahulu apabila azan memanggil aku buat tidak tahu sahaja. Aku hormat Azan. Aku jawab Azan tetapi aku ignore segala isi kandungan Azan itu. Azan mengajak aku bersolat, aku lebih suka duduk di kedai kopi hisap rokok bersembang dengan teman-teman aku. Jika tidak, aku tidur sahaja.

Ketika Azan memanggil, aku memekakkan telinga dan jiwa aku daripada seruan Allah SWT. Aku memekakkan telinga dan jiwa aku dari Tuhan aku sendiri.

Mungkin aku rasa seperti mahu hidup selama lamanya. Mungkin aku rasa mati itu tak mungkin datang menjemputku. Mungkin aku rasa aku lebih berkuasa menentukan hidup aku dari pencipta aku sendiri.

Aku lupa diri, aku lupa tuhan aku, aku lupa Rasul aku, aku lupa agama aku, aku lupa segala ajaran ibu bapa aku.

Apabila agama aku diperli atau dihina oleh sesiapa di luar sana aku pantas melawan balik. Aku pantas bangun seolah olah aku ini lah pelindung agama suci Allah SWT ini. Akan tetapi, tatkala aku melalui sebuah masjid yang sedang melaungkan azan, aku hanya lalu tanpa memperdulikan isi kandungan azan itu.

Baru aku sedar. Yang membinasakan agama aku bukan penghina, pencacai macai bagai di luar sana. Yang membinasakan agama aku adalah aku sendiri.

Dalam perjalanan balik dari Melaka ke Kuala Lumpur, aku bersembang dengan bapa ku. Tiba-tiba aku tanya dia mengenai kekayaan dunia. Dia tanpa menoleh ke arah aku, menjawab aku dengan sepotong ayat sahaja:

"Semua ini adalah sementara. Tolong jangan lupa"

Aku pembinasa agama Allah SWT di dunia ini. Aku meruntuhkan tiang-tiang agama. Dalam perjalanan balik ke Kuala Lumpur itu, aku rasa Tuhan ku yang Maha Esa telah menyentuh hati aku. Mulai hari itu, aku tidak lagi meninggalkan solat.

Ya Allah, ampunkan hamba mu ini ,aku tidak akan meninggalkan agama aku lagi. Aku takkan ignore seruan Azan.

 Aku tidak ingin menjadi pemusnah agama ku, aku tidak ingin menjadi seorang hero di dunia tetapi seorang hamba hina yang disiksa, dipijak di siat kulitnya di api neraka.

Bagi yang menanya tentang sebab aku post entry ini, sebabnya simple sahaja. Aku perlu ingatkan diri aku serta orang lain di dunia ini supaya jangan lupakan Allah SWT kerana ajal maut bukan di tangan kita. Jika ada yang terdetik nak berubah apabila baca entry ini, Alhamdulillah, tujuan aku telah sempurna.

لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله

Dec 8, 2011

My dream wedding.

My dream wedding would be on a cliff, somewhere in the enchanted Island of Langkawi,crystal clear blue waters in the back drop, a sunny cloudless sky. It wont be hot though, the wedding will take place on a cliff where giant shady trees grow. There will be less than 100 guests. The closest of family and the bestest of friends only. Bruno Mars will be playing in the back ground and my bride to be standing beside me. Fiona.

That would be my dream wedding if I had a few hundred thousand ringgit to spare. If I don't than my wedding must have at least one of these:

1.  White tents. Not the ugly canvas tents. White tents with fabric roof. Too keep the sunshine out while pleasing on the eyes.
2. Must take place in a place other than a community hall. Not necessarily hotels or clubs. Just somewhere nice and tranquil. Perhaps a forest reserve somewhere near the city.
3. Live band. This is a must.
4.My family and friends.
5.My two cats.
6.A piano somewhere with a pianist. Playing oh so romantic songs such as Canon in D.

I'll be graduating soon. Although its normally girls who are excited as hell about weddings I cant help but to feel really excited about mine too nevermind the fact I have absolutely nooooooo idea when I'm getting married. I am not one hundred percent certain about when I'll get married but the one thing I'm certain of is who I'm marrying. There is not one girl on earth that can replace my Fiona.

I love you to bits sweetheart :)

As fun as it is planning my own future dateless venue-less guest list-less wedding, I know deep down inside that I'll only get to choose what color boxers I'll be wearing on that day because yes, the bride to-be will decide everything and anything. Hmmm..I guess writing this entry was a waste of time since I'll most probably not get a say.....but hey, as long as she's happy, I'm happy. If Allah permits and Insyallah He will, one day I'll be rich enough to give Fiona anything her heart desires.

She wants the world, she gets the world. Because my world would never be complete without her in it.

ps to my bestfriend su, congratulations on your upcoming soon to be engagemnt. I expect nothing less than front row VVIP seats :P

Dec 4, 2011

How to be Cool: A brief Guide.

I have never seen myself as a cool person (that is most probably because I'm not). So, with me not being the coolest kid on the block, is my life worth living? Or is my life just a waste of space? I'm gonna write in brief about an observation I made....

Being "Cool" used to be important when I was growing up. I could clearly see the difference between the cool kids, the average joes and the so-called losers. But at 23 years of age, the lines get blurred. 

In final year of uni, the lines get blurred. In the working world, roles are switched. The nerdy loner suddenly becomes a CEO (cool points up by 100%) while the cool but dumb guys dumb and poor (cool points evaporate to zero percent). 

Life is a wheel. All of us are given an opportunity to be cool. Its just a question of when and in which point of time in life. This of course does not apply to everyone in every circumstances. Some were born cool, lived a cool life and died as George Best. Only upon death did you and your coolness part dear George. 

Where I study, most of the cool kids never finish their studies on time. Its always the nerds and unpopular ones that graduate on time and scores top marks in exams. During their time in campus, no one really gave two hoots about who they were. Its when they graduate that people started to realize how cool it was to be them. Young, successful, earning lots of moolah while their so called cool batch mates are still stuck as undergraduates. Extending their asses off.

My point? My point is, no one stays as the cool kid until they die and no one stays as the loser until they die. Therefore I learned that if you see yourself and other people as being cooler than any other individual out there, than you are a joke. Say no to stereotyping :)

How to be cool:

Step 1: There aren't any. 
Step 2: look at "Step 1"

IN THE WISE WORDS OF EMINEM: "Don't let em say you aint beautiful. They can all get fucked just stay true to you.

.....I will live by that. And so should you :)

Nov 30, 2011

Your Hand In Mine

Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky. The song is So nostalgic. A slide show of my life is showing inside my head.
I can only afford to smile :')

Nov 27, 2011

Bye-bye blackberry!

My BlackBerry is DEAD. I fell down, hurt my back,crushed my dear berry in my pocket when I fell so its now dead. I wanted to buy a Bold 2 (Why not Bold 4? I don't have moolah) but I found out that all Bold 2's on sale are recond models aka SECONDHAND. There is no way I'm gonna fork out money to buy a secondhand phone.

Okay so now what phone to buy? I wondered around Lowyat with Amir, my brother. Then I saw a little gem by the name of SAMSUNG Galaxy Ace. Took a look at it. Looked like an iPhone 4. Hated that fact by the way.

Anyways after further pondering and making phone calls to mama ayah and mat (bestfriend cum android specialist) I concluded that the Galaxy Ace was the phone for me. So from now on, goodbye BlackBerry Messenger, Hello Whatsapp!!

Nov 26, 2011

From Nokia to Blackberry : How Malaysian children changed.

I got my first mobile phone when I was 15 years old. It wasn't mine alone mind you. It belonged to me, my sister and my brother. It was a Nokia 3310. Almost everyone my age had a Nokia 3310 as a first phone. That was in 2003. Fast forward to 2011, my 15 year old brother uses a Blackberry Curve 8520. Nothing spectacularly advanced but still, it was better than my Nokia 3310.  You may say that times have changed and that a Blackberry Curve is an entry level phone but still, there are cheaper phones around. The Nokia 3310 was the cheapest phone around when my dad bought it for us.

My 16 year old cousin uses a Blackberry Torch. My girlfriend's two 5 and 6 year old cousins own an iPad 2 each. My 5 year old cousin owns a first generation iPhone (it was his dad's but still, it's an iPhone) . My......*the list goes on and on*.

Nowadays when my young young cousins come over, they would play electronic devices to keep them busy if there were no toys around. I remember vividly how different it was for me when I was their age. If there were no toys around, my cousins and I would play traditional Malaysian games like Galah Panjang and Polis sentri or perhaps even PepsiCola. 

How things have changed. 2011 is about to close its doors. I am 23 and I will be finishing with my studies in 3 short months. 

Every time when I am at my grandparent's, I would pause and stare at them for a while. They do look very old. I still remember how they were when I was still very young. My grandmothers from both sides would take me out by taxi to the marketplace while my grandfather would constantly move about the house doing god knows what. Now they just sit down, watch us move about and smile. 

When I have kids, I'll make sure they know what Galah Panjang is. I'll make sure they know how to play PepsiCola. I'll make sure they know how to create a rubber slingshot with folded paper for "bullets''. I'll make sure they go 3310 first before they go all 9900 or 3Gs :).

Nov 20, 2011

Student life:16 long years of it. From 7 to 23.

No one wants to read about the life of a 23 year old law student who at 23 years of age, is still a darn law student. But I'm just going to write about it anyway. There are 7 billion people living on the face of this planet. I'm sure at least one out of the 7 billion would read this post about my student life. Uneventful to some, pretty fun for others but nothing short of breathtakingly spectacular for  me.This is my final semester and in 3 short months, I'll finally be done with my student life.

My life. My life started the second I was born. Duh. Life was pretty good when I was a kid. Very much loved, had long straight dark brown hair. No teeth. All gone due to excessive candy eating. Serial bed-wetter and most importantly, a hero to mom and dad. I was a hero. Still am to them.

Okay, primary school. Studied in Britain for 3 and a half years. Bullied by racist Caucasian kids (and you Westerners pride yourselves as being the so-called heroes of human rights. Hello, you massacred the Jews and turned Africans into slaves, not us!!). My brother was my hero. He would beat them sadistic fucks for me. He would then be punished by the equally sadistic racist lunch ladies. Okay, 1997, back in Malaysia. Happy as hell. Kids were my size. If they picked a fight, I would stand a chance of winning. Which I did, at least most of the time. Got my first love letter at 12 years old from an unknown girl.

Secondary school. Divided into two parts. One in Taiping, one in Setiawangsa. In Taiping, prefect. Handsome boy, as some would say. No girlfriend but wanted one after watching the blockbuster Indonesian movie, Ada Apa Dengan Cinta or popularly abbreviated to A2DC. Moved to Setiawangsa at age 15. Learned to play guitar, became good at playing guitar, still handsome boy and now, I got a sad excuse of a girlfriend! Oh wait no, it was more like a fling. A month. So no, wasn't girlfriend, it was a fling. Oh, started smoking, aged 15.

University life. Finally got a girlfriend. Broke up. Heartbreak number 1. Got another one. Broke up, heartbreak number 2. Then got another one, found love of life, will love with all my heart and I want to marry this girl because if perfect was spelled differently, it would be spelled as F-I-O-N-A (Just the way you are- Bruno Mars playing in the background every single time I see her face or write about F-I-O-N-A). Still handsome boy but now I am a bit fat. Gained weight. Oh, quit smoking, aged 23.

Of course everything is much much more detailed than what was written but if I wanted to incorporate every single thing in life, I......most probably wouldn't. Too many things to write, too little patience to accomplish anything.

And there you have it. My student life :)

Aug 27, 2011

kecantikan seorang wanita

Jauh melebihi pemandangan terindah di alam fana
Jauh melebihi puisi terindah di dunia
Jauh melebihi segala pemandangan dilihat mata
Jauh melebihi segala yang mampu ditulis pena

Tiada yang mampu menandingi
Tiada yang mampu mengalahi
Samada hari ini, esok atau berabad lagi
Keindahan keagungan ciptaan Ilahi

Tiadakah kau tahu
Tanyalah segala tuan si hamba
Tiada keindahan di dunia ini yang mampu
Mengalahi kecantikan seorang wanita.

Aug 23, 2011

How to quit smoking .

We come to the age old question of: How to quit smoking.

I was a heavy smoker. A true legend. I used to smoke a pack a day. 20 sticks of ciggies. Sometimes more. If I was hanging out with the boys, one pack would be gone in a few short hours. About 24 days ago, I decided to quit smoking. So I did. I didn't stop gradually. I stopped immediately.

So how did I quit smoking?

A. Nicotine patch.
B. Nicotine gum.
C. Chew pen.
D. Khidmat Bomoh
E. Non of the above.

The answer is E, non of the above. Here's how I did it.

I woke up from a nap. I looked outside the window. In front of my house is a field with a playground smack in the middle. The sky was bright blue and clear. It was like I just saw the most beautiful painting in the world. The sound of children laughing and my mother cooking downstairs were like music to my ears. My phone buzzed. It was Fiona. She just woke up and sent me the sweetest text ever that made me smile oh so wide. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, exhaled and thought to my self: This is life.

Two seconds after exhaling I started coughing. My chest was hurting, my throat felt like it was on fire and my eyes were watering. After a few bouts of disgusting smoker's cough, I finally managed to straighten up and gasp for air. Than it struck me.

The smoking's got to stop.  Because if it doesn't than there is a good chance the wonderful life I'm living right now, won't be wonderful as wonderful in a few short years. That's IF I still have a life to live with when that time comes.

You want a magic drug to help you to quit smoking? There ain't any. From my personal experience, nicotine patches, gums etc are pure bullshit. You want the secret to quit smoking? Here's the secret mate.

Love. That's the all elusive fucked up drug everyone is trying to find. When you love yourself and the people around you enough to stop killing you and them slowly with poison, believe me mate, you're gonna want to quit. Trust me, I did just that.

Aug 22, 2011

How to be TS Tony Fernandes.

He bought QPR. Why on earth would anyone buy QPR. I know the team has a colorful history but in recent years, where has the club been and what good would it do to spend hundreds of millions of ringgit on a club that has nearly no fans outside the UK?

A business analysts said this: " I cannot see why he bought QPR. It has no business prospect"..or something along that line.

Good old Tony simply replied: "That's why he still remains as an analyst".


He bought an ailing airline company with debts amounting to millions and millions of ringgit, turned it around to be a mega successful company, started his own formula one team and now, he bought over a newly promoted EPL club.

From his track record, I can make one simple conclusion:

To be as successful as Tony Fernandes you have to be brave and think out of the box. However, you will also need balls the size of Australia.

Kudos Tan Sri. Hopefully I can be like you one day.

Aug 10, 2011

Help me find God.

The moment I was born my father took me into his hands and gently whispered into my ears the first words I would hear as I entered this world:

Allah Maha Besar. God is Great.

As I grew older my parents called religious teachers to our house to teach me how the read the Holy Quran. My parents taught me how to fast during Ramadhan. My parents taught me how to pray. My parents taught me how to begin everything I do with the phrase Bismillahirahmanirrahim which means In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

I did all diligently. I remembered when I was 6 or 7 years old, every time before I go to bed, I would stare at the wall and thought to myself the horror of judgment day. The horror of not dying as a Muslim, the horror of dying without Iman. I was petrified. As I grew older, it all changed. I was no longer afraid of God. I was no longer afraid of the Almighty being that brought me into this world. I forgot that as easy as He brought me into this world, it would be equally as easy for Him to kick me out.

I have seen many people around me changing for the better. I have seen alcoholics and drug users turning their life around because of one reason and one reason only. And that reason is Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

Come to think about it, I never lost God. He has always been there for me, blessing my life with his grace. Blessing me with everything I have today. I just forgot about Him. I forgot about My God that has given me everything good I have in this life.

Its time I went back to my God. Kembali kepada Allah SWT.

This Ramadhan, My life will be turned around Insyallah.

 لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله

Jul 16, 2011

The main reason why guys cry (If they ever).

Fernando Torres,50 Million pounds, heading for Stamford Bridge.

"His armband proved he was a red Torres Torres, You'll never walk alone it said Torres Torres, We bought the lad from sunny spain, give him the ball he scores again, Fernando Torres Liverpool's number 9".

This certain Spaniard, who doesn't even know I existed, was making me teary eyed. Liverpool was having a shit season. Morale was lower than chicken shit on the ground. And then this happened. Our star striker was leaving us.

Fiona looked at me in disbelief. She kept on staring at me before finally......

"Baby are you crying?"

A tear just rolled down my eye in front of my girlfriend. I was crying because of another guy. Now if she didn't know any better she'd just be laughing her head off and start calling me names such as fag, drama queen etc. But she didn't. She came up to me and embraced me and kept telling me Liverpool will be okay without Torres. She understood what many girls don't: How football can make guys cry.

Its hard to explain why guys are so into football. 22 grown men chasing a small ball around an entire pitch. The winner is the team who puts the ball behind the opposing team's net the most. If you put it that way, football sounds...dare I say it.....ridiculous.

I manage a football team. We call ourselves ROC. I love this team. To wear the team jersey, to see the players playing, to feel the awesomeness of winning...the feeling is beyond ecstasy. I get nervous when we're one goal down. I shout on the top of my lungs when we win. If we lost.....I would go back home feeling dejected.

All this for a game of 22 grown men chasing a small inflated sphere shaped object.

When Malaysia won the Suzuki Cup, I was happy beyond Liverpool winning the 2005 Champions League trophy (5 times Manchester United...5 times). It was a feeling that I cannot describe. When everyone was shouting and laughing in pure joy, I followed suit. But when everyone went back, I was left alone to suck in what just happened. We won the cup for the first time in the cup's 15 year history. Emotions got hold of me and you guessed it, I got teary eyed.

I can't really answer the question of why guys are fascinated by football.

To the girls who keeps on ridiculing my and every other guy's love of football, I can't tell you why we love football. No one can tell you why we love football not even us because my dears, we cant define it....we feel it.

Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku, You'll Never Walk Alone.

Jul 6, 2011

Clean elections: From what I see.

For the past few weeks this country has been rocked by the issue of clean elections. I have personally looked at the list made up by Bersih and what they are demanding for is in my opinion good. The intentions are all good. That was me thinking on my own based on pure logic. But then I tried to look at it from a more political point of view. Since a young age I have been fascinated by politics so its very natural of me to think twice about an issue. The first from a pure logic point of view, the second from a political point of view.

Some of my friends argue that it is not politically motivated. I beg to differ. Nothing is completely free of politics. In my opinion, when the Prime Minister grants a particular favor or award to any particular class of society he is killing two birds with one stone. One, he is doing his duty as the Prime Minister to aid his people, two, he is doing his duty as a political party president to ensure that people will continue voting for him.

The same goes for Bersih. Maybe Dato Ambiga is apolitical (very unlikely) but what about the hordes of opposition political party leaders who support it with all their might? To say that no political agenda is involved to me is a bit naive. There must be some political agenda, be it positive or not, there must be some political agenda.

The opposition won five states during the last general elections and have been in power in Kelantan for the past 20 or so years. If the corruption and abuse of power by the government when it comes to elections is so bad that it warrants a mass protest comprising of one hundred thousand or even perhaps a million protesters flooding the streets of my beloved Kuala Lumpur, would the opposition have achieved what they did during the last general elections? Would the government voluntarily give up the richest state in Malaysia, Selangor to the opposition? If the level of abuse and dirty tactics by the government is that bad, Selangor and Kuala Lumpur would not be in the firm grasp of the opposition coalition. In the whole of Kuala Lumpur, only two parliamentary constituencies are held by the government; Putrajaya and Setiawangsa.

So is there really a need for a mass demonstration that would cripple the economy of our capital city and paralyze Kuala Lumpur? What is the purpose of holding demonstrations? To pressure the government into heeding the wants of a group of people? Or trying to paint a bad image on the government in and outside Malaysia by portraying the government as a bunch of scared cheaters who are in power only because of cheating and vote-rigging? 

One day of demonstrating would not be enough to force the federal government into doing anything.You will need much more time, you will need millions of people, you will need to hold similar demonstrations all over the country. My question is, don't you think if you did all of that, wouldn't you cripple our nation's economy? Your mother, father, brother,sister,friends and family would all be affected by it. Look at Egypt. It's economy is crippled and its tourism industry is dead.

Is that what you want for our beloved country? 

No elections can be totally free of corruption. Corruption will forever exist but the only difference is whether the sum involved is big or small or whether it is in monetary form or not. There are corruption in the government. No one is denying that especially not me. There has been countless ministers tried for corruption.  However, there are also corruption going on within the opposition political parties. This is of course my own personal opinion without any concrete proof. But it seems nowadays people believe anything they want to believe without even an ounce of concrete evidence. I am merely following the flow.

The elections commission has been toying with the idea of introducing biometrics to help ensure the fairness of elections. They claim that they plan to introduce it and in my opinion they bloody well should during the next general elections. If the opposition really had the support that they think they have, than by the will of Allah SWT, Putrajaya will fall to them.

In my opinion, Bersih is free to voice out their opinions and wants but they must find a suitable venue that would not cripple Kuala Lumpur and cause hardships to Kuala Lumpur's two million population. Its good that the street protests has been called off and that the venue has changed to a stadium. 

My King has spoken and His Majesty is against street protests because it can do more harm than good. But His Majesty also gave a piece of advice to the government: Practice what you preach and carry out all the promises made by you to the people. Federal government,Never Ever Forget That or else the consequences can be dire.

Allah SWT bless Malaysia, Daulat Tuanku.

Jun 18, 2011

How Bruno Mars screwed up guys everywhere.

Bruno Mars, the lyrics of your songs are beautiful. So beautiful that it makes the ladies go gaa-gaa and the guys go "oh, god now she wants me to be Bruno Mars"

Dear Bruno, you made all girls worldwide knock any expectations they have in a guy a few notches up. Now because of you and your oh god-sweet lyrics, when the male species is looking for a suitable mate from the other gender,our main enemy is no longer frat boys rich kids and superhandsome male supermodels. Our main enemy now is a bunch of lyrics.

As for guys like me who is in a stable relationship, I worry that the sweetness of your lyrics makes all the sweet things I do look bland and boring. Although this is highly improbable as the gf and I love each other to bits, it may be a deciding factor in her favor the next time we argue about *anything goes here*. 

Bruno Mars, thank you for making the world a much much more beautiful place, but you screwed up your own kind dude.

Apr 19, 2011

How Malay bros shake hands.

This entry is not specifically limited to Malay bros only but as I am Malay, I write from what I see based on who I hang out with. As my friends are mostly Malays, this is how I see Malay bros shake hands.

1. The normal handshake.
- Used when greeting normal friends or acquittance.
- Strictly formal. You know that you are not considered a bro to a person if your hands are shook in this manner.

2. The normal+spin+calit ibu jari handshake.
- Used when greeting 3rd level bros.
- This may also be used to quickly forge a close caring relationship between one bro and another bro who are not that close. A bro will see your act of calit ibu jari as a sign that you want to take your relationship to the next level.

3. The normal+spin+calit ibu jari+pull hands while each others palm are touching together+knuckle knock handshake.
- Used when greeting 2nd level bros.

4. The normal+spin+pulling each other closer and rub chest against  one another handshake.
- Used when greeting 1st level bros.
-This can also be used to thank level 2 and level 3 bros for any act of kindness that these bros may have done for me.

5. The normal+spin+pulling each other closer+gently rub each other's cheeks against one another handshake.
- When a bro performs this kind of handshake to a girl, it is considered normal and shows a certain level of closeness between the said bro and the girl. However if a bro does this to another bro....
- Then the bro who did this is a very gay bro and is considered as such.
- Also used by any and every middle-eastern guys. *special mention: Straight Bangladeshi guys hold hands while walking.

Apr 13, 2011

How to achieve your dreams.

I am 23 years old this year. I feel old. When I was 21, I felt I was at the pinnacle of my youth. When I was 22, I told myself, "22 is not that far away from 21, you're still young". In 3 months time I'll be 23. Whats in my head you ask? Well...nothing really..its just that I AM GETTING OLD!!!! And I just realized, I have accomplished ZILCH dreams.

1. Form a band. be bigger than The Beatles (Ah..young positivism)
2. 6 packs.
3. Find love of life
4. Learn to be good at playing football
5. Yes...this is a big one...ACT. I have always been a big fan of acting. I used to act in lame-as-hell/god-awful plays when I was in primary school. Loved it. Never had the confidence to pursue it. I am not good-looking.

How to achieve dreams 1 to 5
1. Never gonna happen
2. Never gonna happen
3. <3 Fiona
4.Never gonna happen (Although I am the manager of a football team)

How to really achieve dreams
Its 6.50pm. Its raining outside. My surroundings cannot BE more stressful. As I am typing this my left hand is reaching for my guitar to achieve #1, after that I'll be doing sit-ups to achieve #2, #3 done, #4....perhaps I can play a little football with my boys in the evening. For #5...hahaha.Perhaps one day :) I could have done all this when I was still 19 years old. BUT I DID NOT. I procrastinated and was generally very lazy. I talked a lot but never did anything to realize my dreams. Now I'm 23. I realized although I am still very young, time is running out. So if anyone reads this and has yet to achieve a dream or two, straighten the fuck up, stand tall, go chase whatever it is you want to chase. Start now, seize the moment, be the man, let them balls roam freely and show the fucking world what you're made of :) GOODLUCK!

Apr 10, 2011

The perks of being a lawyer.

Here I am. Stuck at being a law student. I suck at being a law student.Why do you suck at being a law student you may ask. Simple. Because it is B.O.R.I.N.G. Okay, personal rantings aside, when I really think about it, being a lawyer CAN be interesting. Not WILL, not IT IS GOING TO but CAN be interesting. Heres why:

1. You get to wear smart clothing, look sharp and buy expensive suits. This is vital so that A: You wont commit contempt of court B: Clients trust you. Looking like failed person in life wont get you many clients. Zegna suits, here I come :)

2. You get to use bombastic words to explain the simplest of things. This will mean that you will always sound smart. Go to McDoonalds, you order a Big Mack but the numbskull behind the counter gives you a McChicky. You eat the burger anyways but soon you develop an allergy. You call the owner and threaten him with a lawsuit. "You sir, as a superior towards your subordinates, are vicariously responsible towards the actions of your subordinates" Vicariously. Fuyooo =.="

3. You get to dramatize your life..and look cool Dylan Mcdermott style. Picture this. You're at a wedding. You're eating. Suddenly your phone rings. You pick up the call. You number 2 (refer to point number 2) your friggin ass off. Everyone at the table looks at you in sheer suspense. You get up, wipe your face and say oh so dramatically: "I have to save someone from the death penalty. I believe he's innocent". You say this with so much tension and drama in your face  that you make the people around you feel constipated. You get up and rush towards your car, face all tensed. Drama.

4. You get to have the words" *Name goes here* Advocate and Solicitor, High Court of Malaya" on your name card. That in itself is friggin cool.

For me personally, the best part of being a lawyer is to able to make a difference in someone's life. Doctors call themselves healers. They call themselves life savers. I honestly believe that they have the right to claim all that because in all honesty, thats what they do. How about lawyers. What can we call ourselves? Are we healers? Are we life savers?

We may not be healers or lifesavers but believe me, we can make a difference in someone's life. Maybe in the future I'll help prevent an innocent man from being hanged for a crime he didn't commit. If something like that ever happens, I will know that I gave a woman another chance to call someone her husband, a mother and father another chance to call someone their son and a few kids another chance to call someone their father.

If that day ever comes, I will smile and think to myself: Law School is shit. But I'll be glad to be swimming in chest high shit if it meant that I'll have the chance to make a difference.

Mar 28, 2011

Benar kata-katamu Hang Tuah, tetapi...

Apabila aku melihat cermin, aku dapat melihat dengan jelas ciri-ciri muka aku. Hidung aku mancung, kulit aku cerah, rambut aku bewarna cokelat gelap. Apabila aku menulis, aku perasan yang aku lebih selesa menulis dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Apabila aku berbual dengan rakan-rakanku, perbualan aku akan diselang-seli dengan Bahasa Malaysia dan Bahasa Inggeris.

Apabila aku menonton wayang, aku perasan yang kebanyakan filem yang ditonton aku adalah filem berbahasa Inggeris. Apabila aku membeli CD lagu, aku perasan kebanyakan CD yang aku beli adalah CD band-band dari luar negara.

Aku melihat di sekeliling aku. Aku perasan yang bukan aku seorang sahaja yang menjalani kehidupan seharian seperti ini. Bukan aku seorang sahaja yang makin melupakan asal-usul diri aku.

Tetapi apabila aku fikir balik, aku tidak setuju dengan diri aku sendiri. Aku bukan Melayu yang lupa diri. Aku hanya seorang Melayu yang menerima adat dan bahasa kaum lain sebagai sebahagian dari diri aku.

Aku sedih apabila aku melihat kaum-kaum di negara aku bergaduh sesama sendiri. Aku tidak salahkan sesiapa dalam hal ini. Bukan semua orang sempurna. Aku seorang Melayu yang bangga akan keturunan aku, tetapi aku tidak pernah, tidak akan dan tidak mungkin menganggap diri aku sebagai tuan di negara aku sendiri kerana negara ini bukan aku yang punya. Negara ini bukan kaum aku yang punya.

Negara ini milik seluruh rakyat Malaysia.

Tetapi ini tidak bermakna aku akan mengetepikan kaum aku sendiri. Kelak apabila aku sudah berjaya dan Insyallah kaya raya, akan aku gunakan harta bendaku, tenaga dan kudratku untuk memastikan kaum aku berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah dengan kaum-kaum lain di negara ini. Ini janjiku.

Orang Melayu bukan kaum yang lemah. Orang Melayu dahulu merupakan pahlawan, satria gagah perkasa yang menakluk wilayah-wilayah di Nusantara ini untuk menubuhkan Kesultanan Melayu Melaka.

Takkan Melayu hilang di dunia. Ya Hang Tuah, benar kata-katamu itu. Tetapi apa gunanya kewujudan kita jika kita hanya mampu melihat orang lain menjadi tuan si hamba.

Feb 3, 2011

I have the need, the need, for me to be awesome.

2010 went by without much hype. I promised myself about a year ago that 2010 was going to be the year I made something of myself. That did not happen. I'm already 23. 9 out of 10 people will say that 23 is still a very young age. My future is still in front of me. Well to those 9 out of 10 people, I think you are wrong.

Kurt Cobain became world famous, became the voice of a generation, sold millions of records worldwide and died of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. All that before reaching the age of 28. He died when he was 27 years old, 17 years ago.

If I want to be awesome and turn my life around from being practically nothing to something, this is the time.

I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to be awesome. I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to be awesome at but I do know one thing, I don't want to be Mr.Nobody.

In the wise words of Eminem, success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not.

Jan 14, 2011

Why guys should go to prom night naked.

I was at the foodcourt near my apartment, sitting alone while waiting for my take-away fried rice. I took out my phone and I went online. I signed into my twitter account and read the time line...and then I saw it.

"Law night is near, what should I wear" or something along that line.

It was posted by a girl. That particular tweet got me thinking. Girls have so many options. Here's a list of what they could wear to Law Night 2011:

1. Prom Dress
2. Evening Gown
4.Cocktail Dress
5.Homecoming Dress
6.Formal Dress
7.Maxi Dress
8.Sun Dress
9. Mini Skirt (Drools)
10. Sheath Dress
11.Baju Kebaya
12.Baju Kurung

Now, compare that with what guys would wear.

1. Pants
2. Shirt

Pants and shirt...and that's about it. Perhaps one could dress up a bit more by wearing a vest or a blazer on top of their shirts but basically, its pants and shirt. The girls will have at least 13 types of dresses to wear for our annual law night. There will be no two girls wearing the the same dress on that night. But believe you me, there will be at least 150 guys with the same shit outfit comprising guessed it:

Pants and Shirt.

So if you are a guy who takes pride in TRYING to be as individualistic as possible, perhaps you should go to law night naked....because that's the only way you can be sure you'll "dress up" a bit differently from the other 150 guys that night.

Birthday...Suit Up!