[mr.Arrogant?]

Today I went out to Bukit Raja together with Val and Fifi. Watched Jay Chou's "Kung Fu Dunk". It is indeed another great movie starred by Jay. Ok, enough with the digression, lets move on to mr. Arrogant's story.

Case 1. First semester 2007.

Farah: Moja, smile a little bit more. You know what, girls complaining to me that you are very arrogant/sombong (Owh, that word hurts!)

Me: Me? Sombong? Are they nuts? I smiled a lot!

Farah: Yeah, to those people you know je.

Me: So? Should I smile all along the faculty's corridor?

<Awkward silent>

The 'discussion' about this went on and on, verbal and also through SMSes.

Farah: You smile to those who really close to you only. You're so picky/memilih (again, Malay words hurt my soul!) to even give your smile to people. They said laa..

Me: Gee. Picky? Memilih? God. Kill me.

Case 2: Second semester 2008. Few hours ago.

Val: Moja, my friend said that you are so sombong.

Me: Sombong? Not again. Who? Why?

Val: You didn't eve smile to your juniors when you bump into them.

Me: So? I met so many people everyday. I can't remember all the faces of my junior!

Val: Senyum tu kan sedekah.

Me: (What a severe jolt!) Hmm...If they know me, they should laa say 'Hi' to me first. Why people think I'm so puffed up with conceit? I'm not!

Val: Moja, you are so well-known by your juniors. Of course laa, You and Mamoo are the one who scolded and shouted at us back in Malacca last year (*That's another story, people) . So, people know and recognize you. So you should smile a bit more.

Me: Owh. Did I? Hmm...

Val: I keep telling them that you are not, they will end up saying. "Of course Val, he's not that way to you, for sure"

Me: *Duh.

Conclusion

I am the victim of overgeneralization, skepticism. TQ.

Mood of the Day: Lighthearted Homeboy

Song of the Day: Zhou Xian Da by Jay Chou

[Where.Am.I.Going?]

Here I am. Running my fingers on my Mac. I don't know where to start, but I know that I want to exhume something buried in my mind.

Being me. Being a Muslim.

It has been almost 2 years I left my matriculation year at Johor. A place that has thought me so many things in such a short period of time. From there, I learnt what it takes to be a Muslim. I went to Usrah, I read Quran almost every night, reading Islamic books, and etcetras. I still remember those faces who mould me up to be someone better. Aliff, Ammar, Zul, Faidz, Fadzli, Khubaib and others. We do tahajjud together, talk about Islamic issues and share problems together. That was the first time, I felt the sense of belonging in my whole life. And now, I'm losing it. I didn't do quite well during my study there, but Allah opens more doors of opportunity to me. I was offered doing TESL in UiTM, an overseas programme for BPG and Cadet Pilot programme of MAS. God offered me more than I could ever imagined. Now, here I am, a 2nd semester TESL undergraduate that getting lost and drifted in life.

Being me. Being a hypocrite.

It has been 2 years I live my life in a lie. I know it's a lie, but I refused to admit it. I pray whenever I want to pray. I always missed my Subuh prayers and I didn't even think about performing it before I went to sleep. I didn't read my Holy Quran for months, but I've read almost 20 novels of late. That's my life now. I find it very amusing. Until then, I have come to realized that I am getting far from my Allah. Typing the word 'Allah' perhaps, for the first time in my blog here, makes me shiver. It's a very usual feeling for a sinner like me. I guess.

Being me. Being a lover.

I think I'm in love lately. But, I haven't make any moves, yet. The couple culture. Its a predicament in a Muslim society. Well, you can find young couples holding hands, walk side by side as young as thirteen or fourteen. It's a 'cool' trend of being a teenager. If you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and romancing around at mall, people think its normal. and If you don't have a partner, like me, people tend to think that there is something wrong with you. Either you are a gay or a geek. *Duh. Being pressurized by the society, somehow drive us to have partner in life. Just for fun and amuse ourselves. I wonder why most of people don't really comfortable being by ourselves? I'm a Muslim and I will try to stick on it as long as I could. When the time is right, it will happen. Better not rush in this. It's simply because...

True Love waits.

Mood of the Day: Amused

Song of the Day: None.

[The.Unseen]

Sometimes I see, a hell lot of people admire something that they are not meant to have or belong to. From celebrities to politicians, from teachers to students, from to neighbors to friends. We want in a centre of attention, we want more than something we already held in our hands. So, they're slipping through our fingers without we noticing it.

We want to be noticed, but we are hiding in pitch darkness.

We want to be heard, but we won't hear others.

We want to be seen, but our eyes are closed to see others.

We want to be understood, but we make a living Hell for others. 

I want to be someone who can really see something that more than meets the eye. I want see those unseen faces, who do not seek for fame or glory, who always be contented with the life that they had. I want to see those faces and I want to be one.

Sometimes, it's better not to be seen.

[NewSoul]

What's wrong with the hatred that lurks around us of late? Can't everyone just be happy the way they are and stop hating, blaming and being skeptical to others? There's no point in hating. I just don't understand. I refuse to hate. Because I did it once, and it didn't feel good at all. Not at all. Maybe everyone should listen to this song, New Soul by Yael Naim. It's fresh and it's the new song on Mac ads.. Give it a try, to wash away your soul...

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take/But since I came here Felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake/La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... /I'm a young soul in this very strange world hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake./But why all this hate? Try to communicate/ Finding trust and love is not always easy to make./ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... This is a happy end cause' you don't understand everything you have done why's everything so wrong /This is a happy end come and give me your hand I'll take your far away. /[Refrain]:I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take /But since I came here fellt the joy and the fear finding myself making every possible mistake/ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

p/s: Kudos to Mizan for introducing me this song, at least I'm waaaay advance than Yahoo! :p

[Module&Kami]

We had a very tiring but quite fun and enjoyable day. Dragging my butt off my cozy blanket was a real hard thing to do in winter-cold Saturday. Luckily, we had shitloads of fun with Professor Madya Hajah Zaiton, she's cool and she's deputy dean for God's sake!! ALL Surias & Siakaps were cramped into the same class. What to do? Inseparable. Here are some of crappy edited pictures that our Paparazzi, BJ throughout the session. Enjoy!

 MyGroup: ProjectKami Inc.

HappinessShared: LiveLifeLaughLove

Busted:Azri&FiraWereSleepingDuringCeramah...Sehati,Sejiwa!

    My favorite session is build-up-your-business activity. Wan, Fira, Acad and me  are so excited of doing it. We named it ProjectKami- The word 'project' is English 'cause Fira wrote it wrongly. Hehe. Our proposals:

 

(^o^#)V

Current Mood: Happy but Confused
Word of the Day: Ayoh!

[OurLove]

Loves memory has traced our outline in this place. 

But will the spider remember, or the sun?

Did the water capture our faces in permanence?

Does the wind create us anew as it blows?

Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them? 

Our secret been revealed.

Yet I have told no other. 

I write these words in silence, in mute testimony 

To what once was. 

But our image remains alive in this place. 

It can not be removed. 

You, me, 

We then,

Were here. 

We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow. 

We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise. 

We were not liars, 

But thieves of time. 

For now time has now forgotten us,

Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers

This place that was ours.