Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Je t'aime. Part 1

Cinta,Pyiar,Love,Amor, dan pelbagai rangkap dan bentuk bahasa yang boleh menggambarkan satu ungkapan dan perkataan yang membawa maksud yang sama. Kasih,sayang, dan cinta. Cinta. Satu perkataan yang cukup common di mata dunia. Campaklah manusia di setiap sudut dunia pasti ada wujudnya cinta. Cinta mempunyai pelbagai definisi dan maksud. Berpecah-belah jawapannya jika ditanya pada insan yang berbeza umur dan jantina. Cinta akan Tuhan. Cinta pada keluarga. Cinta pada sahabat. Dan yang paling bersepah dan yang paling digemari oleh manusia-manusia di atas pentas dunia ini adalah cinta pada seorang kekasih. Tanyalah pada sang arjuna dan Si dia atau sesiapa sahaja yang muncul di depan mata kalian, jika ditanyakan soal cinta, automatik refleksnya wajah seseorang di minda mereka. Wajah seorang kekasih. Yang dahulu, dan yang masih. Aku bukanlah seseorang yang arif tentang hal cinta. Apatah lagi peluang aku untuk bermain cinta. Tetapi 21 tahun sudah aku bernafas di atas pentas bumi ini, pengalaman telah mengajar aku tentang cinta. Aku kenal pasti cinta dengan jitu. Mungkin benar. Dan mungkin jahil. Tetapi pengalaman adalah guru kita yang terbaik.
Pada aku, cinta menemukan dua insan dan unsur yang berbeza. Minat, perangai , dan pandangan yang berbeza dalam segala aspek. Cinta juga yang menemukan langit dan bumi. Cinta juga mengadunkan hitam dan putih. Siapalah engkau langit jika tiada bumi yang sudi membentangkan diri hanya untuk engkau berada di pentas bumi. Siapalah engkau wahai hitam jka tiada wujudnya putih untuk di-pasangankan. Cinta juga menemukan dua insan yang berbatu jauhnya perangai dan minat. Aku dan Dia? Berbeza segalanya. Dalam diri engkau, tiada langsung kriteria yang aku suka dan boleh dilekatkan perkataan minat. Begitu juga pada diri aku, kau sangat membenci aku. Aku dan engkau adalah langit dan bumi. Kami menggunakan oksigen bumi yang sama tetapi tidak terdetik langsung untuk aku menggunakan tenaga badan aku untuk menegur dan bercakap dengan kau. Aku mungkin hitam, dan engkau mungkin putih, ataupun sebaliknya. Tidak ada apa dalam diri kau yang aku mahu. Apatah lagi untuk menerima kau walaupun sebagai sahabat. Mungkin aku juga akan menjadi manusia atau zaraf terakhir yang kau akan pilih untuk dicopkan perkataan 'sahabat' engkau di dahi aku. Itu pun jika pupusnya lelaki di dunia ini. Termasuk alien-alien jantan di luar cakerawala sana. Tidak ada satu unsur dan ikatan langsung yang boleh menyamakan aku dengan engkau. Tidak ada sebab juga untuk aku dekati engkau. Tetapi ada sesuatu yang menyebahkan kita menjadi satu. Satu ungkapan dunia yang menyebabkan langit dan bumi menjadi dunia. Cinta . Cinta menyebabkan langit dan bumi menjadi satu. Kau dan Aku menjadi Kami. Jika sebelum ini kita berbeza warna antara hitam dan putih tetapi oleh kerana ungkapan dunia yang dinamakan Cinta juga menyebabkan kau dan aku menjadi putih dan putih. Hitam dan hitam.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Why Do Women Wear Scarf in Islam?

In Islam Women are held in High standards. To cover is not to be oppressed but to be liberated. A Muslimah (female Muslim) no longer needs to compete or keep up with societies views of women. Because she is covered she does not have to prostitute herself in order to be heard. Society has no choice when it comes to her, but to judge her for what she says and thinks and not for how she looks. A Muslimah has God given rights that non-Muslim women can only talk about

"In Christianity the MOST RESPECTED woman are Nuns and they used to wear scarf like in Islam, in Islam, EVERY WOMAN is most respected like Nuns in Christianty"

Sunday, October 18, 2009


This has been a real problem with me for most of my life. A lot of times I'll look at what others have and what I don't have and it makes me really depressed. Seems like everyone is moving forward and growing, except for me. I feel like I'm going to be left behind. At times, I'll feel incompetent, have real low self-esteem, or feel completely unmotivated and uninspired. Maybe it's me being ungrateful or some form of jealousy. Is there any benefit in comparing yourself to others? How would you go about stopping yourself from comparing?

Well to wish you were someone else, is to waste the person you are.

That pretty much sums it up. I was having a conversation earlier this week with a lady about her and confidence problems and wanting to change who she was so that she could hopefully be in a relationship with a guy who she had an interest in. My advice to her was DONT CHANGE ANYTHING about yourself. Comparing yourself to others makes you feel bad and jealous because your looking in a negative mindset, I think you can still compare yourself but you need to stop thinking about what they have that makes them better then you, why your not as good as them and so on. You need to approach it with a positive mind set and think, that person seems very confident, what is it about them that makes them that way? Is it something that I have that I haven't been considering?

Just remind yourself constantly that you are you for a reason, not to be someone else but to be your smiley old self. Once you believe that and that no one else is better at being you then you, it shouldn't be such as burden anymore.
you know what, no matter which area you choose, you are going to find people who are better than you and people who are worse than you. Take money for instance. There are people in Africa who cannot get a meal everyday and there is the Forbes list of billionaires. You, I and everybody else fit somewhere in between, maybe skewed to one side than the other. So what is the point of comparing and getting depressed about it?
I know it's difficult to implement this attitude because it is ingrained in our culture. With practice it can be done.

What matters most it how you see yourself. Depends, i looked at myself in the mirror and all i see is a lion.Not a cutie one like simba, but a very scary one.indeed.
The most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, and hard work.


Never forgetting where we came from. See, you are what you are in this world.
That's either one of two things. Either you are somebody, or you're nobody.


Kosong. As it is. Take 'Suzi' my 1st real girlfriend, my 1st real break-up.Happening right in front of me.I never thought it was going to be so much of a car crash. So this is all my fault? Me? :) its funny what goes through your mind at the time like this.Two and half years we spent together. The promises we made. Things we bought together. Times we spent. Why did we break up? its funny the reason is so small. One day she's with me saying i love you and the next days she's with someone else probably saying the same thing. So did she really love me? What is LOVE anyway? The edge old question. I used to live in student accomodation not far from the college. Is basically a two-story. Concrete block house in some 120 hormon students. This is the haunting period, the time when the Demons of regret comes for you. And then i realized , all of my friends were haunted. But there's a difference between my ghost and theirs. It wasnt too late for me.

I got out of the car and ready to explode. But then it all just went away.And that was it, that moment I wasnt angry anymore. Friends, you may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it at someone's face. But there's a 3rd. You can just... let it go..yup..just let it go. And only when you do that it is really gone.And you can move forward. That was the perfect ending to a perfect love story. It just wasnt mine. Mine is still out there, waiting for me.

I wanna fresh start.That's how charmed my life was. But I still think i turned out to be a pretty decent guy. In spite of it all.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Everyone wants to hear I Love You, but what they want more is for it to be true when you say it.
Okay Im gonna say somethin out loud, what you and that guy have, what i thought for a second you and i had, what i know Akhmal and Amirah have. What Daniel and Suraya. have.I want that. I do. I keep waiting for it to happen and i guess I'm just tired of waiting. And that's all im willing to say.

Love is not blind. It could see, but it doesnt mind. Love is not to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not twist them to fit out own image. But for me? hmm... there's no love sincerer than the love of food


. As far back as i can remember, I always wanted to be a Gangster. To me, being a Gangster was way better than being a Prime Minister. Even before first i knew i wanted to be part of them.That was there i knew that i belong. Being somebody in a neighbourhood that was full of nobodies . They were not like anybody else. They did what ever they want. At night, Whenever they played cards.Nobody ever called a Cops.

I was the luckiest kid in the world. I Could go anywhere, I could do anything, i knew everybody and everybody knew me. Some guys, they even let me parked their cars. And here i am, just a little kid, i cant even see over the steering wheel and I'm parking a Mercedez.

You see people like my father could never understand but i was part of something. I belong. I was treated like a grown up. Everyday i was learning to score. Ringgit here, Ringgit there. I was living in a fantasy. My father was always pissed off. He was pissed off that he made lousy money. He was pissed at my Grandmother who's on a wheelchair. He was pissed at 4 of us living in a such a tiny house. He didnt want anybody hearing what he said, and he didnt want anybody listening to what he was being told. 100 of guys depended on him.