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Dudes & Dudettes,

I love our government. 

I love our government because in the midst of all of these bewildering economy, there is still some hope for the people in need.

There has been a lot of schemes develop under DS Najib's government, BR1M the latest in its foray. Thou headlines have been made on the certain selfish and immoral Malaysians that took advantage on these poor people, collecting RM50 fees for the BR1M form and what not. 

Selfish people aside, yesterday I've read something on the news that makes me raised my hopes on the government once more. 

SJK (C) Aik Hua is a Chinese Primary School located in Pasir Hitam, nearby Taiping, Perak. Now, I've never been in Perak, much less Pasir Hitam, but from what is described, the population in Pasir Hitam has been decreasing throughout the years as modern families have opted to live in more urban areas. This has resulted in the decline of students intake for the SJK (C) Aik Hua which will force them to close down the institution. 

Hearing the situation in Pasir Hitam, Mrs.Hasisah, a single Malay mother of 10 came all the way from Penang and enrolled her three children to SJK (C) Aik Hua, given them a lifeline to operate the school once more. 

Notifying this matter, MCA Bukit Gantang has acted to help Mrs. Hasisah and decided to give each of her children a RM 300 monthly allowance so that she can make the necessary arrangement to move to Perak to be with her three children. Besides that, the PTA of the school also offered a RM 150 monthly allowance to each pupil that enrolls in the school. Doing the math, Mrs. Hasisah gets RM 1350 nett a month just for sending her children to school. 

This is before adding in the allowance that Mrs. Hasisah will receive from the Kementerian Pembangunan Wanita, Keluarga & Masyarakat once they've heard her plight. Plus other NGO's that admires Mrs.Hasisah's credibility and will to travel all the way to Perak for the betterment of her children & the school, will also make financial contributions no less.

I'm no genius, but when you have these kinda stories, makes you feel that even with lots of frauds, corruptions & embezzlement bits you hear involving government officials and Malaysian politicians, there are still some humanity left in them. 

Until the time where humanity prevails greediness, I wish all the best for DS Najib & co. 

source theSun

ps : Got 2 weeks before my final finals. Yes, I used final twice because this would be my last & final semester exams! Yipppie!

Dudes & Dudettes!

To all my Christian friends, doesn't matter if you're a Catholic, Protestant, undeclared (hihi) or not even sure (yeah! you know I'm talking about you my friend from JB who still have braces on after all this years!), hoping you guys have a joyful holiday this year, bask with all the gifts that fat guy with a sleigh can give you!

Anyway, since that fat guy can't come to Malaysia due to geographical reasons and the monsoon winds, I've actually bought something for myself. (Kesian kan takde GF neh. Hadiah pon beli sindrik untuk bagi kat diri sindrik. SobSobSobs).

I've been a fan of this comic strip since I've started reading my dad's STAR on Sundays and I haven't quite seem to have enough of it. So Tada!

My Christmas Collectibles! 

Bought Calvin & Hobbes and Calvin & Hobbes: Something Under The Bed is Drooling! I have been a fan since I was 12 and I can't start my day without having a sip of Calvin's imagination & Hobbes's cuteness. Haha. Both cost's under RM50, which is quite a bargain in this time of hardships. Bleugh~



Dude & Dudettes,

I was eager to watch Man Utd play Fulham today cause it has been a while since I've watch a football match. Due to work & classes, my body can't seem to find that extra energy to stay up & watch football. Thou, some of the time, the match clashes with my working hours. 

Anyway, woke up as early as, AND I'M NOT KIDDING, 4.00 a.m. today just to catch the game. And what a game it was. 5-0 was the final score, all by different players, and a cheeky back heel by Berba to pin the coffin for Fulham in the 88th minute. Scream like a girl when he did so! 

Anyways, I'm to sleep-deprived to write the analysis of the game, so here's a video of Rooney being the oblivious Scouse that he is. Enjoice!

ps : Even with Suarez, Liverpool can't get a win away at Wigan. Imagine not having him for 8 games staright? SMMMMIIIILLLLEEEEEE!

Dude & Dudettes,

SOURCE : sokerbocor

To those yang tak follow footie, Luis Suarez telah digantung 8 perlwanan first team domestik & disaman dengan amaun ciput 40k pound sterling. Now bagi Koppies, ini penangan yang maha hebat. Almaklumlah, 8 game kot? banyak yang boleh berlaku dalam 8 game. Tu belom kire kekalau die injured or homesick lak tetibe kan? Tu belom kire tetibe mak die suroh balik sebab jiran sekampung suroh masuk meminang anak dara depa? ye tak?

Lets see the 8 matches that Suarez will miss shall we?

He's not missing much now does he?

Well, to be honest, I don't think Liverpool will need to worry not having him for 8 games. I can see only 2 crucial games yang Suarez will be missed which are v Newcastle (H) & v Manchester City (A). Yang lain sumer adalah games yang Liverpool should be winning. Yes diorang jumpa balik City dalam Carling Cup but lets face it, its not a competition worth risking any of your first team players kan? Well, unless for Macnini la sebab diorang berlambak World Class players yang men 2nd team. Though Stoke might have a way to get something from their meeting with Liverpool, tapi main kat Anfield kot so The Kops should drown them out. 

All in all, I believe this is a good action by the English FA. So hopefully John Terry pon terima nasib yang samelah dgn spat die with Anton Ferdinand. Kalo Suarez dapat 8 game ban, Terry haruslah dapat 16 game ban sebab die English and die lagi faham tentang bahana racism daripada Suarez yang pramatang! LOL!

I just hate losing an argument due to your beautiful crying eyes. Demmit!

.wrote this way back in Jan 2009. didn't complete it until tonight. time to reflect.

Saharil Hasrin Sanin wrote in New Malaysian Essay 1 , untranslated, "semakin pantas kaki berlari,semakin banyak benda yang ditinggalkan dibelakangnya".
That is the truth, is it not?When we run, things get left behind. This statement catches me instantly when i first read his article inside the book which i've borrowed from Afiq (dah nak dekat 3 bulan kot buku nih dengan aku. mamat tuh x mintak2 balik pon. x nak dah ke?).

As human, we seek changes in life to TRY to complete it. The word TRY here gives a thousand meaning. We TRY to complete our life because there is no completeness in life itself. There would always be PROBLEMS. Be it big or small, a life can never be without problems. The moment we are introduced into the world, we give PROBLEMS to our dearest parents. We cry all night long not allowing our parents to have a goodnite sleep. We poop as we like regardless where we are, what we wear or who we're with. We crave for everything that we desire regardless of whether our parents can afford it or not. We puke at the expense of our mother's new dress.

And then we evolve from an innocent little infant to a destructive child. Ahh...the monstrosity.
We terrorize.We put in everything that we can grab into our mouth. And spitting everything that we taste bitter. We break everything we find unsuitable and that we dislike. We cry our lungs out just to get our parents attention. We ride our father on the back as if he's a ride in the funfair.

And then came our little brother or sister. Ahh..the first taste of jealousy. We forbid our uncles and aunts to carry our sibling around. Instead we ask ourselves to be carried and to play superman around the house. We hug our mothers tightly at the sight of them right after we woke up just so that they cannot breastfeed our sibs. We left our sibs when he or she is crying, desperately in need of food or pamper. We took their chocolate when mommy or daddy isn't watching and watch them helplessly cry, we smile with pride. What a list of problems had we given only our parents in that growing years alone.

Dont get me started on primary schools.Let alone secondary..this blog might be the longest post ever in the history of blogging. The point is, PROBLEMS are created whether we like it or not. Thus a complete life, is nothing but a sad hoax. And to TRY to complete it, we change things. And by what Saharil means by 'berlari' is of course, change. We change our lives from time to time just so that we can live a pseudo-perfect life.

But, often we forget that just because we change our lives doesnt mean we're doing the right thing. Yes, change is good but only when it is in the right direction. Barack Hussein Obama is trying to change America, and let us hope -God Willing-that he change America in the right direction. (for starters, stop acknowledging Israel, please. You dont need a flashlight to know why Mr.President).Politics aside, to change means to try new things and leave other things behind. Some changes are easy. Some break hearts. To try new clothes and let a fren have our old ones is nothing. But saying goodbye to a girl your share almost 10 month of your life with is not something that you can do without hurting yourself.

To change, courage and the pure willingness to change for the better is needed. Hijrah as my religion calls it. Me, myself am trying to berhijrah to a desirable state in life and clearly I'm nowhere near perfectness.Oopps.pseudo-perfectness. Some humans are moved by the desire to be the best. Some are moved by the changes made by their peers or the people around them. Humans are copycats of the other. True. When one see the other is different, then he might have the desire to change to the differentness that the other possesses. At times, changes can be painful. Thus, one's courage would come into play. Sheikh Muzaphar made a great risk when he opted to join the Angkasawan program, leaving his full time career of RM 10,000.00 a month earnings just to act on the will to change. And he did just that. He changed the mind of young Malaysians, opening up to the rare idea of space and the spice that comes with it. (And then he was charged of earning profits from his lecture series but of course, that is another story. See the pseudo-perfectness i referred to?)

We may 'berlari' towards, regardless of what obstacles we may face, but we must also be prepared to 'tinggalkan' our normality and our comfort zone. 2009 is only a month old. Its not too late to take a look at our already dusty piece of paper that we wrote our new years resolution's list and try to live each and every one of it.

Lets change and be the change that we want to be all this while.

At least, I'm trying. What about you?

Salam peeps,

This would be my first book review. Excited ngat! Haha.

KOUGAR by Shaz Johar

First of all, this is the first FIXI novel that I have the chance to finish. Also, I've never heard of Shaz Johar in the blogsphere before, so his writings was totally fresh for me. I was planning to start my FIXI adventure with Nizam Bakeri's PECAH, but haven't been able to get a grip on the book yet so I've decided to start with KOUGAR instead.

KOUGAR memperlihatkan pembacanya dengan dunia seorang wanita metropolitan with a humble history, yang berumur 40 tahun, named Rakisha. (Nama agak moden for a girl yang claimed datang dari Kampung, don't you think?). Like any cougars cliche, Rakisha dalam dillema untuk mencari pasangan yang sesuai dengan diri beliau. In the book, Rakisha will meet a number of guys, each plays a significant role in her quest to find Mr.Right. But in the end, *spoiler alert* all that she can find is Mr.Right-Now.


I have to give credit to Shaz Johar sebab KOUGAR di samping memperlihatkan realiti dunia metropolitan, terselit gak isu-isu yang taboo dalam masyarakat. Tersirat mungkin, tapi bagi pembaca yang bijak tentu korang leh tangkap gak isu-isu polemik masyarakat. For example, isu wanita menutup aurat tapi membuka aurat pada masa yang sama. Tak lupa jugak isu bernikah bukan untuk kepuasan atau keperluan diri tetapi lebih kepada menuntut kehendak ibu bapa. We may see that as being a decimal issue, but decimal issues nih yang masyarakat neglect dan akhirnya memakan diri sendiri.

Aku senang relate dengan Protagonis KOUGAR, Rakisha. Yes I know that the protagonist is a 40 year old-woman, stuck in her job that she doesn't like, in love with a guy 13 years her junior, but still goes out with other guys she has no background of. But some part of her struggles reflects my struggle as well. For one, I'm stuck in a field that I have partial interest in. How I'm going to survive afterwards is for the future me to worry about. 

Ade chapter-chapter dalam KOUGAR yang akan membuatkan male readers baca at least tiga kali just for the sake of transferring the exquisite words to images in their heads (female readers pon kot? =p). Although the sex scenes in KOUGAR is discrete, ada gak la masanya aku terbayangkan nukilan hebat penulis-penulis melayubolehdotcomdoymy satu ketika dahulu. Haha. 


Adekalanya dialog dalam KOUGAR agak kekok dan terlalu formal. Adekalanya pembaca akan berhenti kejap baca, dan berfikir sejenak "Ade ke aku guna ayat camnih nak cakap dengan kengkawan aku?". An amature mistake I  have to say, since this is Shaz Johar's first book. Although I'm hoping that he can make improvements or risk being labelled as the next Ahadiat Akashah ( not that I hate Ahadiat Akashah or anything. =S )

Some back story untuk certain characters dalam KOUGAR aku rase are incomplete. For example *spoler alert*, kita tak tahu ape kes yang terjadi with Azril & Datuk Mike in the end of the book. Seolah-olah penulis sengaja mencipta back stories mempelbagaikan plot tapi plot yang tak mencapai klimaks, which is quite disappointing gak lah. 


For my first FIXI novel, aku rasa not bad lah and thumbs up for Shaz Johar on his portray of a woman in her mid-life crisis and the struggles that comes with it. However, I really hoped for a formidable ending in his next writings since ending untuk KOUGAR tergantung sangat and membuatkan aku merungut memalam nak tahu ape ending untuk Rakisha & ke-KOUGAR-an beliau. 

Dudes & Dudettes,

This is kinda late, but just want to share a video I find inspiring. View with an open mind please? Don't judge & discriminate.

"The sexual orientation of my parents have zero affects on the content of my character".

ps : Instead of bashing them and calling them names, shouldn't we try to understand them and help them if we can? After all, humanity prevails right?


Dah setahun aku single. More or less.

Takdelah exactly setahun. I mean, aku bukan jenis yang touchy bitchy guys yang nak kira from the exact date putus sampai today. 

But I remember it was somewhere in November 2010. I don't even remember the date. See what a douchebag I can be? 

So obviously dah setahun la kan? 

Aku rasa ini paling lama kot aku stay single. 

Eh jap! No no.

The period after SPM and the whole year through matriculation, I was single. Haha. Imagine that. Of all the hot Pantai Barat-ens & Timur-ens at my college, I couldn't summon that manly spirit in me for that cute Kelantan-born-Jack Purcell-wearing-about-my-height girl phone number. Imagine knowing a girl that wears Jack-Purcell to class! And its not even in KL! Its in Pa-fucking-hang! How often can you find the perfect Perempuan Melayu Terakhir, Baju Kurung wearing somemore, and from Kelantan no less?? 

But naaaahhh. Didn't get her number. So thats how I stay single throughout my college years. True story.

Being single is not a bad thing. 

I mean for one, u'll wont be having a syaitonnnirahjim as your butler when you're out with your gal, being all lovey dovey and stuff(s). 

And you save a lot of money. A whole freaking lot! Makes a world of difference if you're in my shoes. I wear Converse All Star btw. cool eh?

And most of all, you'll have more time for yourself. And I really cherish my time. And currently I have a lot of work to be done. So being single is an asset for me.

But lately I've been having this weird feeling inside me. Peering whenever it wants, leaving me unprepared almost all the time. 

This feeling gets me when I'm alone,when my friends are all busy with their things, or when I call my mom and she doesn't pick up the phone. I hate it when this feeling gets me. 

Its like urging me to go find someone. Someone to care. Somebody to love. *Oh Shit! Justin Bieber reference!* 

"But I don't need one right now!", my brain tells me. My brain is awesome, btw.

"Yeah right, you don't NEEEEED one. Then why the hell do you smile like an ugly monkey whenever you see cute couples holding hands and being all lovey dovey and shit huh?", my heart, always the provoker. 

"", my brain isn't so good arguing about stuff like this.

I hate this weird feeling. Why can't I control who I want to fall in love with? Why can't I be awesome being single without my heart stupidly pumping oxytocin to my brain whenever I'm alone? Shit.

I'm planning to stay single at least till I'm 33. yeah 33. Ten years from now.

I have things to do, stuff to complete, accomplishments to achieve. 

I want to be able to converse in Mandarin & French, fluently, five years from now.

I want to own a Masters in Business & Administration, seven years from now.

I want to invest in an apartment, preferably in an urban area, but without the hassles of traffic during peak hours, ten years from now.

I want to own a Mini Cooper S 1.6, preferably in a stylish red, with a white line finishing on the bonnet and shining wheels, ten years from now.

I want to have a management post in my work, commanding the utmost respect from colleagues, ten years from now.

I want to have a six pack, the one that is visible even from the moon, ten years from now.

I DON'T WANT TO FALL IN LOVE! That was never in the 10 year plan!

So could this stupid-weird felling GO AWAY! Leave me in peace for at least another ten years in my life. 

Let me achieve my goals first. Let me right the wrongs I did in my life first. Let me make my dad proud for the first time in his life first, PLEASE???!!!!






After all that,..... 

After giving me time to do all this,....... 

Can you please come back and make me fall in love with the right girl? 



Because even if I achieve all this, it wouldn't be complete if I don't have anyone to call in the middle of the night to share it with.


Next : Indonesia!
"Ooopppss Kantoi La Pulok"

"Netanyahu penipu!", terpacul kata-kata kesat ini dari mulut Nicolas Sarkozy, Presiden Perancis ketika sedang duduk berehat di dalam sebuah bilik peribadi di dalam bangunan serba indah Palais Des Festivals

Sarkozy sempat menghirup cappucino kegemarannya. Presiden Obama merenung Sarkozy dalam. Kemudian mengangkat keningnya seolah mengiyakan amukan Sarkozy.

"Aku dah tak tahan la dengan die Barack. Suka tipu-tipu agenda dia. Siallah! Ptuih!", lagak Sarkozy tak ubah macam watak Ajib, Abang Long kawasan Kampung Baru dari filem KL Gengster.

"Ekau tak tahan mak aih? Eden nih kono jumpo dio hari-hari ingat eden nih takdo kojo lain lak aih?", Obama menyuarakan ketidakpuashatian beliau. Lalu menekup mukanya dengan dua telapak tangannya sambil mengeluh.

Suasana bilik menjadi suram sebentar. Hanya dihiasi dengan bau caffeine dari cappucino Sarkozy.  Tiba-tiba Obama bangkit dari lamunannya sebentar tadik.

"Eh, ekau ghaso kito nih dah offkan mic ka belom?", cemas Obama.

Sambil memandang Obama, Sarkozy meraba badan belakangnya mencari peti wireless microfon yang disadung di tali pinggang. Terus dia menarik peti wireless micnya itu.

"ON" jelas terpaman pada skirn kecil peti sambil lampu LED kuning terang menyala. Obama & Sarkozy memandang riak wajah masing-masing terkedu.

"Oooopsss, kantoi", Sarkozy tersenyum kambing.

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French President Nicolas Sarkozy called Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu a "liar" in remarks to US President Barack Obama overheard by journalists.
"I can't stand him any more, he's a liar," Mr Sarkozy said in French.
"You may be sick of him, but me, I have to deal with him every day," Mr Obama replied.
The exchange at the G20 summit was quoted by a French website, Arret sur Images, and confirmed by other media.
The remarks - during a private conversation - were overheard by a few journalists last week but were not initially reported, the BBC's Christian Fraser in Paris says.
Journalists at the bilateral press conference had been handed translation boxes but had been told not to plug in their headphones until the backroom conversation had finished. But those who did heard the revealing comments.
For several days there was media silence in France about the exchange - a decision had been taken not to embarrass the French president, our correspondent says.
A correspondent for Le Monde newspaper referred to the conversation without the quotes.
But Israeli newspapers have reported it in full.
It is said Mr Obama was taking Mr Sarkozy to task for voting in favour of the Palestinian bid for full membership of the UN cultural organisation, Unesco, a bid that was approved despite American opposition.
The remarks indicate a breakdown of trust with the Israeli leader which could have wider implications for the Middle East peace process, our correspondent says.

ps : followers tambah lagi 3 orang. Sapelah yang baik hati nih pi promo blog aku. Neway, tengs!

Deruman enjin kedengaran di perkarangan no.23, Jalan Bandar Iskandar 3, Bandar Iskandar, Johor Bahru. Sebaik sahaja Myvi SE merah garang itu diparkir kedalam rumah, terus enjinnya dimatikan. Selang 1 minit kemudian pintu hadapan pemandu terbuka. Maka lengkaplah isi rumah no.23, Jalan Bandar Iskandar 3 nih. 


Kunci rumah terjatuh. Penat agaknya bekerja, sampai nak pegang kunci rumah nak bukak pintu pun tak larat.

Isi rumah semua dah tido. Tengok jam, baru pukul 12.30 a.m. Biasanya hidup lagik isi rumah nih. 

"OHH!", monolognya dalam hati. Barangkali dia tahu kenapa isi rumah nih semua dah senyap sunyi.

Rumah tetap panas walaupun dah tengah malam camnih. Maklumlah, rumah bujang sewa sampai 10 orang satu rumah. Kalau satu badan manusia normal boleh melepaskan haba pendam sebanyak 41 Watt per metre square ketika metabolasi, darablah dengan 10 kepala. Mahu tak panasnye!

Beach shorts dengan singlet hitam ala Tyler Durden menjadi peneman empunya badan malam-malam camnih. Mandi kerbau pun dah cukup. Kerja dalam aircond tadelah berpeluh mane pon. Dengan tuala masih berbelit dekat leher terus Aqram bukak laptop kesayangan die. Sebelum tido nih kalo tak dapat online tengok notification dekat Facebook tak sah! Manelah tahu kot-kot ade lah awek yang main poke-poke saje. Bolehlah ayat ajak kuar tengok movie ke bagai. Kuat perasan betul budak Aqram nih.

Tapi, Aqram terlupa sebab kenapa die tak online sehari suntuk hari nih. Sebaik sahaja Aqram click icon Facebook kat newsfeed die, satu demi satu gambar jubah ungu, topi mortar, gelak tawa siswa-siswi, gambar mem'background'kan rak2 buku, gambar candid dalam dewan, and yang paling banyak skalik, gambar coursemates Aqram bersuke ria lengkap berjubah ungu oren sambil masing-masing memegang segulung ijazah replika terpampang megah dekat skrin die.

Tersenyum Aqram sorang-sorang dekat ruang tamu rumah. Aqram scroll lagi ke bawah. Dan lagi. Dan lagi. Sambil mengamati muka-muka yang dia kenal. Tergelak sekejap Aqram tengok gambar member die kena lambung dengan budak-budak lain. "Mentang-mentanglah dia kecik, korang lambung-lambung ikut suka hati korang plak kan? Haha!", Aqram bermonolog. 

Sempat jugak dia usha komen gambar-gambar yang die tengok. 

Dzulfadli : Sape yang lambung aku tadik, jangan  harap dpt naik keta aku lagi pasnih. Huh!
Mukriz : Ala relaxla dzul.Sape suruh ko comel sgt.kan da kena lambung!haha.
Sabiq : "comel"?Mukriz, gaaaaayyyyyyy!
Mukriz : Haha.diamla Sabiq.Kalo ko kurus sikit tadi dengan kau aku lambung!haha.

Ade jugak member yang tag Aqram dalam gambar-gambar tuh. Tag kat beg lah, kat topi mortar lah, dekat batang hidung member die pon ade gak. Aqram tergelak kecil. 

"Diorang nih terlupa agaknya. Takpelah", detik Aqram dalam hati. Tangan Aqram masih dengan mouse putihnya. Khusyuk betul Aqram belek gamba-gamba graduasi coursematenye dalam Facebook. Tanpa disedari, airmata Aqram turun setitik demi setitik, jatuh keatas pehanya. 

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"Kau tak malu ke?", Haji Arshad dingin. Matanya tajam menuju ke rancangan PGA Tour kegemarannya. Namun, kedingingan suasana di ruang tamu rumah Haji Arshad tetap dapat dirasai.

"Jawablah cakap abah, kau tak malu ke?", Haji Arshad tenang melontarkan soalan. Aqram memandang elok bapanya yang sedang bersandar santai. 

Aqram mendiamkan diri, mengalihkan pandangannya dari Haji Arshad yang seolah-olah meluat untuk memandang Aqram ketika ini. Ruang tamu rumah senyap seketika. Hanya ulasan komentar terhadap pukulan under par Phil Mickelson sahaja yang kedengaran.

"Itulah kau. Sibok sangat berdrama, berlakon lah ape! Belajar ke mane, disiplin ke mane", Haji Arshad masih lagi tenang dan dingin. 

Aqram masih tak mahu memandang Haji Arshad. Tak berani dia nak bertentangan mata dengan Haji Arshad waktu-waktu period camnih. Haji Arshad menoleh ke arah Aqram, kemudian kembali ke televisyen.

"Abah dulu wakil UiTM main takraw, tiap-tiap petang training, tiap-tiap weekend Abah merempit pegi Shah Alam, boleh je grad on time!", ujar Haji Arshad. Aqram terdiam seribu bahasa.

"Engkau, Abah dah bagi duit, dah bagi keta, dah bagi kemudahan semua. Kenapa tiba-tiba kena extend pulak? SPM bagus, Matrik bagus, tiba-tiba masuk UM terus hilang pandai kau?".

Tersentap Aqram seketika. Terasa darah dari badanya terus hinggap ke muka. Malunya Aqram hanya dia sorang saje yang tahu. Hajah Hanisah jugak tiba-tiba berhenti melipat kain di dalam biliknya. Rupanya dari awal lagi Hajah Hanisah mencuri dengar perbualan suami dengan anak sulungnya. Ibarat isi dan kuku, Hajah Hanisah juga tersentap dengan apa yang terpacul dari mulut suaminya itu. 

Aqram menoleh ke Haji Arshad. Mahu sahaja Aqram menyelam ke benak fikiran bapanya itu. Apakah benar dia baru sahaja memaksudkan dirinya bodoh? Bodoh sebab extend satu sem? Bodoh sebab tak mampu nak grad on time? Haji Arshad lansung tak menoleh kembali. Ternyata marahnya Haji Arshad pada Aqram masih marak. 

"Aqram masuk tido dulu Abah. Dah lewat sangat nih. Kang tak terbangun sahur plak kejap lagi", Aqram cuba untuk mencarik alasan untuk lari daripada terus menadah telinganya. Cukuplah untuk satu malam jiwanya direntap oleh bapa sendiri.

Haji Arshad diam sahaja, lansung tak menghiraukan permintaan Aqram. Aqram berlalu masuk kedalam biliknya. Pintu terus dikunci. Hatinya malam itu bagaikan dihenyak batu lesung.Sudah lunyai lagi dihentam. 

"Insyallah esok lagi baik dari hari nih", Aqram penuh mengharap sambil matanya terus layu diempuk bantal.

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Aqram masih lagi membelek laman Facebook. Sudah habis satu album, album lain pula di bukanya. Kini album housematenya pula yang menjadi santapan mata. Semuanya elok berjubah & bertopi mortar. Aqram tersenyum sendirian lagi. Air matanya masih degil mengalir.

Sebenarnya, sudah puas isi rumahnya memujuk Aqram untuk bersama-sama memeriahkan majlis graduasi diorang. Maklumlah, bukan selalu dapat pakai jubah & topi mortar. Mestilah nak diraikan dengan teman rapat. Tapi awal-awal lagi Aqram tolak. Segan katanya. Semua isi rumah pakai jubah, Aqram sorang je pakai t-shirt & jeans, mestilah segan.

Tapi bukan segan yang menjadi alasan. Aqram malu sebenarnya. Malu dengan Haji Arshad, malu dengan Hajah Hanisah, malu dengan coursematenya, malu dengan rakan seperjuangan yang lain. Aqram tak biasa dengan kegagalan. Jadi bila dah gagal takkan nak tunjuk muka dekat orang yang dah berjaya. Kenalah sorok. Kalau boleh taknak tahu pun diorang grad hari tuh. Kalau boleh taknak tengok pon gambar-gambar diorang pakai jubah, bergambar sakan bagai. Pedih hati, kata Aqram.

Satu demi satu Aqram untag gambar-gambar yang ade namenya seblom nih. "Diorang lupa kot aku tak grad sekalik. Takpelah", ujar Aqram sendirian. Banyak jugak gambar yang Aqram terpaksa untag. Tapi akhirnya berjaya jugak. Selesai, Aqram belek gambar-gambar tuh sepintas lalu. Puas hati, Aqram tutup laptopnya dan terus naik ke bilik untuk beradu.

Tiga badan lesu terbaring kaku sebaik sahaja Aqram masuk ke biliknya. 3 jubah ungu tergantung kemas di tetiang almari milik mereka. Aqram terus menuju ke katilnya, tidak menghiraukan jubah ungu yang tergantung rapi. 

Aqram terus melelapkan matanya. Namun sebak hatinya masih terasa. Fikirannya masih terngiangkan imej coursematenya yang tampak ceria bergelak ketawa sambil berjubah di tengah-tengah panas matahari. Airmatanya masih degil untuk berhenti. Namun lansung tak dihiraukannya.

Sambil menepuk bantalnya Aqram sempat berkata, "Insyallah esok lebih baik dari hari nih". 



Qasem receives a text from his girlfriend.


Qarina : U kat mane?

"Hadui, dia text daaaaah", Qasem said under his breath. Qasem unwittingly text back, hoping no drama will unfold.

Qasem : I dekat mamak dengan budak-budak nih. Kenape u?

Sending. Sent. Qasem waited anxiously for her reply.


Qarina : U buat ape? Dari tadi tak text I?

"S**t!", Qasem whispered again. This time he caught the attention of his friend besides him, Qamarol.

"Everything's okay dude? ", Qamarol sounds concern yet can't take his eyes of the big screen showing the live telecast of Setokk FC v Manchester United FC.

"It's Qarina", Qasem let out a huge sigh.

"Owh. Ghumah tangga depa, aku taknak masuk campoq!", knowing too well what type of girl Qarina was.

Qasem replied. 

Qasem : Sori syg.Fokus sgt tgk bola smpi lupe nk text u. =)

Sending. Sent. Qasem grab his Balckberry Bold 9930 tightly.As if doing that could change the situation that he will find himself in.


Qarina : Dapat tengok bola terus lupa kat I kan? Untungla dapat bf cam u.esok ade anak sume ajar tengok bola lupekan mak die terus! Tengokla bola u tuh smpi kiamat. kang da kiamat kang barula text i balik k.bai!

Qasem buried his face onto the table sideways. 

"Meghajok lagi ka depa?", Qamarol asked, knowing the answer so well.

Qassem smiled. Turned his attention back to his smartphone, clicked on the delete button, and turned off his phone for good. 

"Nasib ko la nak mrajok-mrajok. Layan game lagi best!", Qasem said to himself and swiftly focusing his attention to the goal that Nani just scored. He roared! And celebrated the goal, unknowingly that Qarina was roaring how bad Qasem was as a bf to her roomates. 

Salam peeps,

Of course, you have heard by now that Palestine, under the guidance of President Mahmoud Abbas, has already appealed to the UN for Palestine to be recognise as a state. A move that was refuted by President Barack Obama himself. 

Obama spoke at the UN General Assembly yesterday, using his veto power, to "advice" President Mahmoud Abbas and it's people to stall their application of statehood recognition to the UN and continue with it's peace talk with their Israeli's counterpart.

This clearly shows where Obama,in particular, and the administration of the United States, in general, stands in the never ending Palestine-Israeli Conflict. 

Continuing with the "Peace Talk"? What "Peace Talk"?
Since his early days of elected President, Obama has been portrayed  as the persona that is going to put an end to the Middle East conflicts, giving peace to Arab world. His main policy was to embrace Islam and recognise it as a religion of peace. His address in the University of Cairo, Egypt not so long ago was a spark of things to come from his administration, a further understanding of Muslim world. However, days gone by from his inspiring trip to Cairo, the conflicts are still on-going. Tunisia, Egypt, even Libya, all have fall under the conflicts that Obama himself sworn to abolish. Quiet the contrary.

The peace talk that Obama has so fondly defends has done nothing to improve the situation in the Palestine-Israel conflict. So far, Obama's "negotiation for peace" has been nothing but beautiful words printed out in the media just so that the world sees them as a peacemaker, trying so hard to erase the memories of so many wars that the US has initiated or assist in any way possible. 

Although Obama himself said that he wants to see a Palestinian state within a year, he resents the move that Abbas took in order to gain recognition. Obama believes only negotiation can bring peace to a century-old conflict, not by forced lenience to the world's governing body. 

Even so, no such milestone has been reached in Obama's tenure as peacemaker for the Palestine-Israel conflict. If his so called "Peace Talk" method should continue, then we might never see a recognized Palestinian state, only Palestine people oppressed in their own land. 

Hopefully, some consensus can be reached with the Abbas-Obama-Netanyahu pack, although we all now that Netanyahu is not one to be pleased easily. 

Viva La Palestine!

PS : more updates to come!

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