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 :)

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Jauh melebihi puisi terindah di dunia
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Tiada yang mampu mengalahi
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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.

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".

SNAPP!!!!!!!

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.

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:

"Allahuakbar"
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