2nd part. Sorry for a short update

Another report came in. This time, it was directly from a palace guard instead of the pocket watch.

“Head Guard, sir, while we searching the palace for Her Majesty, we found, an unidentified body in the study.”

Upon hearing that, the man stood up from his seat, and turned to the Guard. His face was struck with fear and confusion.

“Threat status?”

“The man has been dead for several hours now, we presume. As you said earlier, His Majesty Emperor has been secured, and the Hounds haven’t found any suspicious scents. ”

“So that’s how it is. Has the Emperor been informed?”

“No, not yet sir. I thought I’d report things to you first.”

“Affirmative. Return to your post immediately.”

“Certainly sir.” The Guard turned on his heels and hurried out the room.

 “Attention. This is Apollo. Personnel still in palace grounds, report in.”

A few voices responded.

“Tighten perimeter. We’ve got a body inside. Perpetrator might not be alone. Capture any threats alive.”

A collective affirmation echoed through the voice transmitting pocket watch.

Then the man turned to his subordinates inside the room and spoke, “I will break the news to His Majesty myself. I’ll leave the communications to you, Sid.”

“Yes,sir!” Sid replied.

“Well what is the news then, Apollo? Mind telling me now?”

Standing at the door of the guards’ office was a handsomely built man, whose voice ring with authority and grace. His presence alone adds weight to the already tense air at the moment. The guards outside were still bowing to the man when Apollo turned and saw him.

Immediately he lowered one knee to ground. Men behind him copied promptly.

 “Your Majesty! I apologize for my incompetence. Her Majesty Princess Lucilla has been missing from—“

“I know that already. The other news?”

“—and a body was found in the study. We still don’t know who is responsible, or if it is related to the princess. Or—“

Silence hanged in the air. Apollo slowly lifted his gaze to his liege, meeting him square in the eye.

Nobody spoke for a full minute before he continued, “—perhaps the other case hasn’t really ended yet.”

The Emperor’s curious complexion sank.

“We’ll give our utmost effort to find Her Majesty Princess, and if it is really what we think what it is, sir, then His Majesty must not remain in palace grounds any longer, for safety.”

“I understand. Take care of things here for me.”

“Certainly, sir.”

As soon as the Emperor walked out of the room, accompanied by the Guards, he left the barracks.

“Attention. Prepare for Code 14. Departure would be in 1 hour.”

Despite the situation, Apollo managed to sound collected in his order.

So... I made a thing.

It was a cold and dark winter night. Pine trees lined up imperfectly in a thick forest a few miles from the borders of the nearest city wall, shouldering some bit of snow that had fallen just hours ago. There was no obvious movement in the whited out landscape marked with lodges and towers, separated by stone roads interlocked in an almost perfect circular grid, with the larger ones leading to the center. The residents had fallen asleep.
Save for one desperate soul in the woods. Crunching footsteps through the thick snow could be heard if one stood close enough, but the woman was running alone in the darkness, relying on the white snow to guide her way from bumping into the trees. With each second she struggled to move her legs as fast as she could, while avoiding the main road lest she be caught. Under the ragged hood she was wearing over her clothes, her eyes were set straight forward, away from the city she was running from. If only she weren’t fleeing in great haste she could have stopped and admire the calm, albeit eerie atmosphere of the shyly gleaming snow. It goes without saying she had no time for that. Her panting and throbbing heart ringed in her ears though the dark silence.
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The royal palace on the other hand were wide awake. At least, the whole resident of the royal guards’ barracks were highly alert. Woken up by the emergency signal, all the guards swiftly prepared their gears and marched quickly to the center courtyard in a neat file. Those who were on night duty tonight were lucky not to be stripped of their much yearned rest. Despite all that their loyalty and training burned off all signs of lethargy from the guards’ faces, their own feelings notwithstanding.
“Listen up. We have a tough night on our hands. Her Majesty Princess Lucilla, possible Code 3. No signs of outside entry, though don’t lower your guards. Hound units, separate into all directions and locate her scent. Units 5 and 6 would set up a perimeter. The rest, search the city. Palace service members would search inside. Dismissed.”
Following their orders, the guards marched to their posts in great urgency. A while later a perimeter was set, the hounds sent racing across the palace compounds, doors were knocked. What was a completely silent night was jolted awake with the commotion from the palace. It was a good half an hour before a report came in.
“This is Hound 5. We found footsteps in the snow outside the North wing, leading westward. Apparently Her Majesty was alone. Should we call for backup?”
Listening to the voice from his pocket watch, the head guard nodded in satisfaction.
 “Affirmative. All units, head westward. I’ll contact the West wall guards,” he replied to his pocket watch. His head turned east, looking longingly into the distance.
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About 20 miles east, a horse carriage raced through the snow away from the city. Despite the settling snow, the wheels slid along perfectly through the rough terrain. Inside were two women, one appearing younger and meeker than the other. The much burlier one, half-crouched with her right hand on her sheathed sword and one hand covering the smaller with a thick robe. Her eyes were wide open, almost like a cat’s, searching for light in the night while the horses faithfully dragged the carriage across the long road east. Underneath the robe, the younger woman shivered.
“I’m sorry for the cold, but please hold out for a little while longer.” The voice was firm, fitting the owner’s strong build, but surprisingly gentle.
“Do not worry Altea. I am fine. I am also sorry for involving you in this.”
“I am forever in Your Majesty’s service, Princess Lucilla. Please do not apologize for your rightful request upon me.”

Keep your eyes open. Part 1 (working title)

It was around 8.00 pm. The moon in the sky shone brightly despite the noisy city lights, leaving only the lights from the stars remained masked.

A man, tall but not quite slender, was smoking a cigarette on top of the city's tallest building. Dressed in all white but his black boots, people could easily had him mistaken for a ghost if for once they tried focusing up the roof. People seemed to like this urban mystery stories; creepypastas and what not. But he is real. Even people tried to see him, it wasn't that they could have easily spotted him.
Sparkling lights from bars,shops and Christmas decorations pretty much blinded everyone on street level. The fact that everyone was also preoccupied with their phones or walking partners wasn't really making anyone looking up; a sad thing, given that the moon was extraordinarily pretty this particular night.

Stroking his chrome beard, he puffed out smoke that slowly dispersed in front of him. He took another puff, and turned to face backwards from his panoramic view of the city.

'Oh, didn't see you there.'

He said this while exhaling the thick smoke , making it looked like the words he spoke were spelled out by the reeking gas.

'You must be the new kid. We've got ourselves a pretty easy job today, lucky you.'

Turning again to face the whole city behind him, he pointed with his lips,
'Do you see the man in charcoal suit over there? No? Oh, that's right. Silly me. You just woke up today, did you not? It takes a little while to get used to the Vision.'

All these made no sense to the hearing ears. He motioned you to come closer, and handed you a long, black, metal sniper rifle, much to your surprise; you didn't see him carrying it around before.

'For now I shall be the Watcher and you, the Executor. Your job is to pull the trigger when I say so. Clear? Okay, hold this steady, aim; don't worry you couldn't see him clear for now; I'll tell you what to do. Okay? Look through the scope really careful. Don't wanna mess this up now.'

Through the narrow tube you could barely see a sea of humans streaming in and out buildings and crosswalks. It was Christmas Eve, and you are about to shoot a stranger. In this peak time, in front of of this many people. Fortunately not in broad daylight.

'...a few degrees left, slightly up, and... see him now? The guy's sitting at the bus stop. Now, all that is left to do is to finish this. But, wait, we need to make this look a little more like an unfortunate "accident". I'll make the call.'

The target, still in his thirties, jet black short cropped hair, and a solid jaw, started to search for his cellphone in his black leather briefcase. He found it, and put it up to his left ear. From your position you could not make the most of his complexion, might be because of the light, but you somehow managed to see him mouthing 'Hello?' Of course, there was not any answer.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

'Now.'

You pulled the trigger. Heavier than you thought. The silenced scope gave almost no sound aside from the slight whip from air sliced with a thin blade.

A man fell down from his seat in the bus stop with a loud bang accompanying him. The phone he was holding exploded in his face, now bloody and shattered beyond recognition. The police would need his documents to identify him now. People ducked and moved away, screaming and shouting.
You watch all this from the magnificent view from the 37-story Sendai Trust City tower.

Your first job: completed. Shiver raced down your spine.

Was it because of excitement? Perhaps. Fear? Probably.

The cheery and innocuous old man voice your partner spoke all his dialog in while showing inhuman expressions on his face? Most likely the reason.

Grass is always greener on the other side.

For all that have been patiently following blog updates, congratulations for having an assertive personality. You guys made it through these hard times, despite blogs are going out of trend for young people, because people are more into Instagram now. Well, they said a picture speaks a thousand words, didn't they?

  Now I'm in my third week of holidays, as usual, holidays are stuffed with three times more homework than we usually have. Those teachers are so good in ensuring their students doesn't get any break from their books. I'm so damn proud of them. I have found no other group of people who are so dedicated in troubling our supposed-to-be carefree youth life. I've never been a diligent one since I entered high school and started to discover the beauty of procrastinating and the miracle of an all-nighter before an exam, so I really hate this homework thing, as we all do.

  As I spat out complaints and my disapproval of such a barbaric method to punish students, I realized that I'm not the only one with the same problem. Most teenagers my age face this kind of inner conflict everyday :   Games or that homework-handout-that-looks-like-a-volume-of-encyclopedia-but-somehow-still-have-HANDOUT-written-on-it. Insensible. Normal students, will yield to temptations and put the latter aside until an undecided date.

  Nevertheless, claims of AAJ being the busiest course still fills my Twitter timeline almost every time I surf the Net. Well, we do have a lot of insane homework and we do study from 8 to 6 daily, but tell me how that makes us different from other students. Argh. I really hate it when my rants are college-oriented, but I think this is better than some kids my age writing about politics and claim they know all about this country. Man, don't be an adult. We should talk about games, football, anime, cars, girls (?) like a normal pre-adult should.

  Okay, returning to the topic, what am I trying to point here is, I know kanji lessons are sleep-inducing and physics homework is nauseating, but please don't forget what we have here is just a little bit. Even matriculation students have it rougher than us. Imagine same class hours, with even tougher subjects and their future at stake. Sometimes I feel I don't deserve to complain. So I think all of us shouldn't too. All we have to do now is seize this chance and don't let those people who are counting on us down. Prove that despite our syllabus is quite backwards compared to other courses, we can still be on par with those from elite western universities after graduation,well, I know we can do it better.

  But I guess that's how humans are. No matter how much we have at possession, we always have that feeling of lacking something. We always feel people are way luckier than ourselves. We never stop to think and count our blessings but we always curse our fate for things we don't have. Competitiveness is a good trait but, isn't trying to have everything called greedy? Let's scrutinize our lives, and we may find something which is always there for us but we are so busy looking at the other side, we forget the grass is still growing at our own lawn.

  When we feel our lawn is not green enough,  remember that some people have no other than dirt and dried leaves.

A year's always a year. The difference is how long it seems to be.

Hi there. It's the end of the year again. Most of things happened quite the same like the years I've been through before, save for the fact that I would be 19 soon, after barely turning 18 in this month. (yeah, I'm one of those December kids.) This year's had been so hectic and rapid, frankly speaking, I haven't spent a year as fast as this before. Well, time sure flies, but, somehow, I think this year's experience is less valuable and memorable than those in years before this.

  It's surprising to find out that 365 days are always 365 days;but sometimes the moment seems too short or too long for us to live through. For me, 2012 is the shortest year of my life.  Though this year's supposed to be a turning point for me, but I keep feeling listless, unsatisfied with what I've done this year. So many things changed my life, but so much yet to be changed.

  Maybe it's because I miss my high school years too much that I keep feeling like this. It felt like I've just left school despite it's been a whole year since. The sense of belonging should have been long gone, but somehow, it won't leave.

  I think that's why most mangas tell stories set in high school. That is the only place where we grow through two stages of life: the end of childhood and adolescence. That is the place where most people found their first love, first learned the value of friendship, and first found the joy of being young. After that, growing up is boring and busy. More responsibility and issues to deal with, yet so little time given. I guess this is what means to grow up. Now I begin to understand why my parents, my teachers and so many people tell me to do this and that: they have been through the same things before and they made the same mistakes, but they want us to learn from it before we even do such things. Unfortunately sometimes life doesn't work that way.

  2013 is coming soon. Before that year unveils its curtains for us, let's scrutinize ourselves, look for the missing parts in our hearts, and fill them in next year. Or at least try filling them up.

   I wish for a time where I can finally celebrate a new year filled with afterglow of learning new life lessons. I hope years after this would be the ones teaching me the most.

  Have a blessed new year, everyone!

Newton's Third Law

(This is not a post about the physics law, so if you are looking for online tutorials, you have come to the wrong place.)

Assalamualaikum. Hi there. It's been a since my last post. (Okay, here we go again with the usual same header for every blog post I make) I've been through quite hectic times these past few months, and as always, I'm just too busy to write. Or maybe I'm out of ideas. Whichever it is, my monthly update is one day overdue, I wrote no posts for November, and now we are back to December already. How fast time flies by, it's already been a year since I finished high school.

  Well, that's how things work don't they? They say time speeds up rapidly when we are having fun, so I can pretty sum up this year as a very good year with so much exciting things happening to me, and my favorite fellow blogger, Aliya Najiha has finally updated her blog! Hurrah! Kinda miss your posts , Kak Aliya. Haha. (Not sure if she will be reading this, but anyways)

  So on this day I spent some time with my father, he came to KL for a meeting and I take this chance to hang out(?) with my dad, and decided to miss the Jogathon at my college this morning. Felt a little bit "zannen" because it seems people were having so much fun and some of my friends and "sensei"s won places in the Jogathon, beating PASUM. Oh yeaaah. Hahaha. (No offense PASUMians) Then we went to mall, having coffees and talked quite a bit, when I voiced out some of my desires of having new gadgets. But the gadgets are now overpriced, and I gave up of looking for new things to add up to my collections. I was actually looking for a good phone to help with my Kanji studies, but I don't want an entire new phone, because I know I won't be using most of the functions anyway. (I know I'm pretty stingy at times like these)

 I told him I decided to give up,and he said to me: " I will buy it for you, but ask yourself first, do you really need this? If your studies plunged down drastically despite your maximum efforts, and you think this might help, then go and buy one.But seeing how are things going now, without these things, you still managed to cope well. When I was your age, my lecturer also discouraged me from using technologies, because soon too much technologies will turn you to a machine slave. See how cashiers today, when you ask them 'How much is it?' '2 ringgits' , then you pay 10 ringgits, they still need a calculator to calculate the change."

 The thought hit me, "Humans are capable to do extraordinary things when they have nothing to help." The tougher things get, the harder humans hit back. To me, it seems analogical to the Newton's third law. "Every action has an equal reaction."  I pondered a little bit, and let's try to think together, how on Earth, past scholars succeeded in pioneering breakthroughs without much assistance from machines? I sum up the answers as their perseverance and the condition they were in provided them a catalyst to reach greater heights and elevate their academic threshold to a greater limit. The harder it got for them to search for answers, the greater they became.

 To all my readers out there, don't ever ever give up when you are trapped in a cul-de-sac, when there is no way but only to turn back, but instead break through the walls, smash the obstacles, and spread your wings.

"A lethal sword will render useless in the hands of a blind man, an innoceint pen will be deadly in the hands of an assassin."

Till next post!

Time tides.

I love to write. So much, that I felt some kind of disappointment when I knew that my course's English examination won't include compositions. It's quite terrifying to realise that having no compostion exams will decrease my chance of writing even further, as I'm  not the type to keep diaries. Even right now, I taking a lot more time to spell some extra long words and translating whatever in my mind into English than I used to in my high school years. Sad, isn't it?

  Then there's this blog, 1994's. It's a blog authored by various bloggers, and all of them write exceptionally well. How I wish I were in their group. Learning another language and struggling with my subjects seems like to deteriorate my English capability to a serious athropy now. Not blaming the situation, but now I really miss those days where studies were not much of a problem.How much time had changed my life.







It's October now.A month since the last entry. It's fascinating how time flies rapidly without even us noticing, but it leaves a lot of evocative impacts on our lives. Illustrating this, think back of the time when you guys meet or video chat with your old buddies whom you hadn't met in a long time. "Wah, dah kurus laaa..." "Eh, apsal kau dah gelap hah?" " Iiiiish,, makin lawa la aku tengok kau ni!" must be among the comments,right? Of course, "Tak ubah langsung!" are heard, but some things must've changed right? That happens to me, a lot of things changed. My schedule, nap-time, the way I spend weekends, and of course, the people that surrounds me. Cest la vie, mon ami. We have to cope with the ever-altering surroundings or otherwise, we might stay unimproved. Changes and challenges always improve something right?

  That said, let us take every challenge and change in our lives as a path, a path to cross to the other side of our lives which haven't been discovered yet.

" Experiences are not measured by the amount of time one had lived, but how many challenges one had braved."

Till next time, mata nee, minna!

September is here, August is next, Then come October, Semester 1 final test =='

 Hey there. I'm sure most of kids my age are anticipating their results for the first semester exam, while I think matriculation colleges had already let the results out, most of my friends in foundation programs are still in the dark. Put that aside, what I'm gonna post is about final exam anyway.

  So, My exam is going to be on October, which the result is not as critical as compared to other students in different courses which requires them to get a 4.0 pointer or straight A or 45 points or whatever. Alhamdulillah my future university or daigaku, is decided through EJU results. So, that means, not so much pressure for the exams. The only consequence if I fail the exams, is not being able to advance to second year. And yet, the verdict is only made after combining results of first semester and the second, and as long as I pass, even if passing means at least a C; I still get the chance to go to Japan. Alhamdulillah, not bad, after tons of kanji and a lot of time restrictions which made college not so fun, I finally get something which lifts a load from my shoulders.

 Nothing much to post, aside from wishing my friends good luck for their exams. Buat betul betul tau.

Till next time guys. Haha.

Jangan stress exam ah. :)

Future plans.

  Salam Ramadhan everybody. Alhamdulillah, Allah's grace with us this year, as always, and today we are blessed enough to still be given the chance to live and go though another Ramadhan, the month when the Hell's doors closed, and His Mercy is free for all. All you have to do is ask. Insya Allah, never there's a second He isn't listening to us, and His forgiveness is indeed the greatest love of all. Let's pray for His Mercy and redha, let's double our amal and may our Afterlife ends in Jannah, Amiin.
  As usual, my post always get published at odd times. Well, right now, it's only sometime before Subuh in my first Ramadhan away from home. Not really, if the times in school count, but I think I've never spent my real Ramadhan (the times when I was in Semenanjung, I was a little boy back then, therefore, half-day fasting was good enough) away from Sabah before, so this year's quite a new experience, berbuka puasa only after 7. Sabah prayer times is waaaaaaay much earlier, so, Maghrib is never after 7. Hopefully I will get used to it quick.
  Right now, it's almost two months at AAJ, and I'm fitting in. Schedules are packed,shukudais are stacked, and sleep is now no longer on my to-do list. Nevertheless, I'm loving the life here though I might complain a lot in my previous post and more posts to come. Seikatsu wa totemo isogashikute, kanji no benkyo wa muzukashii desuga, tanoshii desune.
  Okay, main point. My sensei told the class yesterday that AAJ has a program for second years that are about to fly to Japan , and it involves a lot of memories. Some time after the end of EJU, students will collect the things that remind them a lot about life at AAJ, and then they will put them in a time capsule. After graduating, AAJ calls them back, and these things will be unearthed, reminding them of the times here, where tears and sweat are dropped, where friendship and love are bonded, and dreams and visions are shared. Memories will soon take their place in everyone's hearts, remembering the hardship everyone had gone through to finally smell Malaysian air once again, after years walking on the land of the rising sun.
  I hope that day, I have had already fully matured, had already grown strong enough to face this world, and had already decided on my life course. Right now, I have several future plans that would need a lot of thinking and revising, and I'm still haven't made up my mind yet. Studying Japanese for a while now, my passion for this language rekindled,after I doused it off a couple of years ago because of my interest of going to UK and pursuing a medical career; seeing myself in this current situation resolved the desire a whole lot, and now I think I wanna be a Japanese Language teacher. Doesn't sound pretty bad, huh?
  I don't know whether if this sudden change of ambitions is caused by my indecisive personality or the extrovert guy in me. A teaching job involves a lot of speaking and social interactions, and I had always been marked by my teachers because of non-stop talking, even in exam halls ( by the way I'm having my exam now ) and libraries; as long as I'm in company of the right people, whom are willing to listen to my rants, nonsense and sometimes "tazkirah". Bahaha.
  But they always say, do what you love to do. Conficius (?) once said, "if you do the things you love for a job, you'll never have to work for the rest of your life". I hope you guys will choose what are you gonna do in this near future real careful too, so we all can live a life with no regrets.
  Aidilfitri is coming near, so I'm taking this chance to wish all my readers Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. May our amals are all accepted by Allah, the most Merciful Forgiver. And I'm sorry too, if somehow I had hurt your feelings, or took your haq someway. Let's all pray for another chance to meet Ramadhan next year. Aamiin...
 #Tak balik Sabah tahun ni so I'm gonna be a little sad. But still I can call you guys anytime kan?




# Seriously, I think my writing style is too feminine. Isn't that so?

Ehemmm.

I read a post. A very good one indeed, telling a story about two awesome friends of mine, Syukri and Jerry. Narrated by Syukri, or as he likes it, Sung, he wrote about Jerry whom had always been his rival and how awesome these two guys were in school. To tell the truth, I am very much amused by them and I had been jealous of them because somehow, they are just damn smart. Just in case anyone wonders about the truth of the story, yeah, true that. I was a witness to their efforts to beat each other in exams.

  The story was truthfully written, except Sung did leave one last part. That missing chapter is : Sung, you cannot EVER leave out Ramdzuanny Musram from the rivalry. I admit defeat in high school years, but just you two wait. I'm gonna kick your asses someday! HAHAHAHA! (okay, that was over it) What I'm trying to tell here is I'm gonna fight harder and become stronger than before. But, please stay awesome as you guys  are already now. Wouldn't it be nice if someday we can meet up together and brag to each other on how damn good we were in college? I'm waiting for that day, for sure ;)

 Okay, I'm posting this because a lot of time had passed since my last essays, and I think I need to write something to stay sharp. Seriously, my English that I took years to improve had rotten since I've been stuck here in AAJ, most probably caused by the lack of conversations in English.(or too much Kanji?) English class is only held once a week, so I do not have much chance to communicate in English. I don't wanna be good in Japanese but losing my English over the years. So, here am I, blabbering once again.

 Ehemmm. I hope everyone whom reads this follows my updates, because I like to be watched. (Okay, I admit I'm an attention seeker) My previous post said that I went to JPA interviews and were still waiting for the result to come. Now, Alhamduliilah, as this post is written, I've been successful, and I have been studying at Ambang Asuhan Jepun, Universiti Malaya for 1 month now. Life had been tough, but this new phase is even tougher. Imagine 9 Kanji characters everyday to be learnt, and learning it today means you have to memorise and be able to write and read them the next morning, as we have a Kanji test every weekdays. Even that's still a blessing; our senpais had 12 Kanji to learn daily. Haha.

 Crammed with Japanese shukudai, pressed by boring science lectures, I have to say: I haven't been coping well. I sleep for at most 5 hours everyday, and I had been sleeping in many lectures because I'm such a heavy sleeper. Then, when the tutorials come, I don't know a damn thing. I was thinking to run away, but the love for Japanese language and the desire to build an Ironman suit kept me here somehow.

 In the midst of tiredness and laziness and the lack of motivation to remain an AAJ student, a way out opened its doors. Another scholarship offer. Coming from a well known private company in Malaysia, the offer offered me to do a financial course at UK. My preparations, as I was told, was only A-levels, which, in my thoughts, wouldn't be so hard, because the medium is English, and I will never encounter my much disliked subject ever, Mr.Physics. Allowances reach four figures in RM each month, besides being offered to do A-levels in one the most lustrous college in Malaysia, Kolej Yayasan UEM. Who would reject that?

 I was in dilemma, of course. At first, I was reluctant to leave, but after asking for friends' opinions and trusting my gut, I decided to go for it. I was gonna leave AAJ. Though sad to abandon my Japanese language studies and deleting the possibilities of founding a breakthrough in science fields almost entirely, I made the the decision. Consoling myself, I told my scared little heart, "Don't worry, you can learn Japanese anytime. The money's good, and the environment's better than UM." Job worries were thrown away from my mind, as the company guarantees employment after graduation;whilst JPA does not.

 I asked my aunt living here in KL to help pick me up on the night before the scholarship awarding ceremony, like most limited scholarships always have, and I packed some of my things. The event lasted for three days, so I'm gonna miss most of the lectures if I decided somehow to cancel the contract and go back to AAJ. That night was a point of no return.

I dragged my half-full suitcase on the road, headed out to wait for my aunt. Then what I guess as a divine intervention disguised in a phone call came. It was my dad.

                                                                                                                                  




 After chit-chatting with my dad, I went back to my room. Felt like a fool because some of my coursemates saw me leaving. Luckily no one asked much.

I said,

Sekarang ni Papi, saya nda tau apa mau buat. Saya pernah dengar orang cakap kalau dalam keadaan begini, dalam keadaan sudah buat solat istikharah semua, kalau masih belum dapat petunjuk, tanya ibubapa. Jadi sekarang saya tanya Papi, Papi mau saya stay mana?

The reply was,

JPA lah. Sebab saya ada kawan degree finance  UK juga, 15 tahun kerja baru boleh jadi boss. 

And a lot was said between us that night. So I stayed, believing in my father's words. Well, somebody did say trust your gut, but no matter how awesome we are, things won't work out well if our parents are not redha-ing our actions. Remember, Allah's redha is in our parents' redha too. If even the Merciful God's not on our side, I can't imagine how helpless can we be.

 The story is only beginning to take its course now, so I can't see where's this going yet. But, life is like book anyway, the climax will come sooner or later. Insya Allah this is the best for me, and I hope I will never stop believing in His perfect plans. Indeed Allah is the Greatest Planner.

I guess these guys will stay being my friends for these 2 years. Hihi :)

UEFA Champions League!

   Kemenangan sudah hampir pasti, namun akhirnya Bayern Munich menangis di tempat sendiri. Chelsea dinobatkan sebagai juara Liga Juara-juara Eropah pagi tadi selepas merekodkan kemenangan 4-3 pada penentuan sepakan penalti yang mencatat keajaiban buat pasukan Liga Perdana Inggeris tersebut. Aksi perlawanan akhir yang cukup dramatik pagi tadi menyaksikan kedua-dua pasukan menjaringkan gol pada minit-minit akhir perlawanan.

   Bermula dengan gol Bayern Munich pada minit ke-83 hasil tandukan Thomas Muller setelah menerima hantaran lintang rakan sepasukan Toni Kroos yang gagal dihalang Petr Cech meskipun berupaya membaca arah tandukan tersebut. Chelsea menyamakan kedudukan pada minit ke 85 setelah penyerang berpengalaman, Didier Drogba menanduk kemas sepakan sudut Juan Mata menuju gawang Bayern Munich. Kedudukan terikat 1-1 memaksa perlawanan ke masa tambahan yang ternyata banyak menghampakan Bayern Munich apabila terlepas tiga peluang keemasan untuk menjaringkan gol termasuk satu sepakan penalti Arjen Robben yang berjaya diselamatkan Petr Cech. Drama dua pasukan berterusan sehingga sepakan penalti dengan Chelsea bolos 3 sepakan pertama dan sepakan Juan Mata diselamatkan penjaga gol Bayern, Manuel Neuer. Namun tuah ternyata menyebelahi The Blues apabila sepakan pemain Bayern, Ivica Olic diselamatkan Cech dan Bastien Scweinsteiger hanya setakat menggegar tiang gol. Didier Drogba menjadi hero Chelsea dengan menyumbat masuk sepakan penalti terakhir yang mengesahkan kemenangan Chelsea di Munich.

  Kejuaraan Chelsea menjadi lebih bermakna tahun ini kerana haluan mereka untuk ke pusingan akhir, perlu diakui, bukan mudah. Semangat pasukan dan ketabahan menjadi azimat ampuh mereka dalam mengharungi liku  perjalanan untuk menjadi juara. Keajaiban yang dicipta pada pusingan separuh akhir di Nou Camp apabila Chelsea menundukkan pasukan sensasi Eropah, Barcelona, walaupun terpaksa bermain tanpa kapten, John Terry manakala Catalans menguasai bola hampir 70% seolah-olah petanda awal kejuaraan mereka hari ini. Kehilangan tonggak utama pasukan seperti Terry dan Raul Meireles yang digantung pada perlawanan akhir terbukti bukan aral Chelsea  untuk mengucup bangga trofi kemenangan pagi tadi.

College life!

  Hey there. It's been a while since my last update(I'm getting used to this sentence) mainly because I don't have anything good enough to write. Well, I'm not the type of blogger that updates every minute, telling others my whereabouts or my plans or simply how my days had been. But today, seeing my blog is getting covered up by dust, I decided to write something.

I was in one group with Jerry Mclean. 

  This is not what I'm used to do, but I want you all to know that I've been called for JPA interview a little while ago. Finally, an interview! Yaaaaay~ :) It's been a crazy fight for scholarships among us SPM students, with most of the sponsors getting focused on the straight A+ students. I have my own opinion of our grading system in Malaysia, but let's not talk about it. I'm sure I will have the chance to discuss it later in a proper platform and make sure my thoughts will be the basis of a developing Malaysia.


  Besides JPA, University Malaya also offered me a place for a foundation program. So, if I failed to get chosen for JPA's Japan technical program, I still have UM to consider. That's good to hear, after several times being rejected by sponsors, finally I have an option which favours my side.

Offered to PASUM :)

  All that means, I am officially going through college life. No more uniforms, school anthems, fixed academic period, and a lot of things that secondary school has to offer. (which also means no more friendly batchmates like I used to have, and having one supercute girl in the same school) She's supposed to go to the same university too, but somehow she applied for another one because she doesn't want to get seperated from her sister. Most people who knows me will definitely know who is the girl in my story so keep quiet. Don't tell her I wrote this. Unless if it's YOU who read it yourself. Yes, you, who is always stuck in my head no matter how many issues we had and how many times we don't talk to each other. Still, I want you to know, I'm still loving you. Ceh. Jiwang pula tiba-tiba.

  Okay. I need you guys to always tell me to study hard, because this critical time is the point of no return. Flunk final exams, and my aspirations will glow dimmer than ever, because this may be my last chance to get a good education while I'm still young. Sure, I'll still have a lot of chances after this, but I don't to be the guy in his 30s still doing his college degree assignment. I need to stay focused, stay on track and stay faithful to be someone who will be able to transform his society.

  To all my friends also going through this chapter of their lives, good luck. Please don't stop to become my great friends and please don't forget who we are. Once a 0711, always a 0711. We may not have fancy batchnames like some schools do, but it's those memories that matter. Those in KML, don't get too carried away with the cheap stuff and things you can do there, and please study hard. Get 4 flat, and we'll meet soon  in some place with a lot to brag about to each other. Foundations students, maybe you guys don't get what you want to study, but remember, education is just a passport. Once you have qualifications, do whatever you want to do, because your papers enable you to do so. Interests and passion can be developed; it doesn't matter if you don't like engineering now, maybe you'll like it later. I'm a little frustrated with my friends who are too rigid and stubbornly reject a few good offers and chances simply because they say they don't like the subject. But it's your life anyway, I respect your choices, and do it your own way. Someday, prove me wrong guys, and say to me: "Sticking to your dreams doesn't hurt in the end."

 

Kan bagus kalau boleh tengok Menara Tokyo malam-malam.

JPA and MARA interview candidates, all the best to you, I truly hope that we all get that damned scholarship because it's so damn hard to get sponsored in times like these. Let's pray for each other :) And I reaaaallllly want to get the JPA scholarship. Yokoso Japan!

Ikhlaskah mereka?

  Setelah menonton  video  hasilan seorang vlogger Malaysia yang sedang menuntut di Australia, saya tertarik dengan ayat terakhir dalam video tersebut, "Kami sengaja kosongkan jiwa kami sebab otak kami dah penuh dengan bullshit politik yang hangpa dok main". Saya rasa inilah antara sebabnya remaja sekarang banyak yang buta dan tuli politik. Kalau adapun yang aktif menyokong, sokongan buta dan tuli juga yang mereka berikan.

  Belum ada sebarang penyelesaian yang hendak saya cadangkan di sini, dan isu politic game juga tak berselera saya sentuh. Cuma, ada soalan yang bermain dalam kotak fikiran saya. Berapa kali sudah saya fikirkan, namun soalan ini belum lagi penat bermain sebab jawapan yang ditunggu belum sampai.

  Apabila saya lihat situasi politik di tanah air kita sekarang, pihak yang terlibat semakin rajin mengeluarkan bermacam ragam kenyataan, propaganda, mahupun tuduhan kepada pihak lawan. Fakta atau auta, Allah saja yang tahu. Selaku seorang penonton yang bakal mengundi 2-3 tahun lagi, keadaan ini macam boxing match, saling bertumbukan, bergigitan, berludahan. Penyokong peninju masing-masing sangat kreatif untuk menggamatkan suasana. Ada yang bawa banner, ada yang main bom, ada yang main lawyer, ada yang pakai surat khabar, main blog, macam-macam ada. Disebabkan keadaan perlawanan ini amatlah bising dan huru hara, orang yang bukan peminat tinju politik pun mengambil keputusan politik ini kotor dan keji. Jangan salahkan mereka, sebab itulah sebenarnya imej politik di negara ini. Padahal kalau kita lihat sebenarnya, politik itu suci, bersih dan murni. Kalaulah politik itu jijik, Islam takkan mengajar umatnya untuk mentadbir negara.

 Tapi begitulah sebenarnya. Politik Malaysia sememangnya penuh dengan bullshit, yang busuk lagi membusukkan. Tohmahan, cacian serta fitnah sesama sendiri sudah jadi satu bentuk sapaan. Seolah-olah kalau tiada benda-benda ini, tidak sah satu hari. Surat khabar pun tak laku kalau politik tak bising satu hari.

  Politik bagi saya merupakan satu seni mentadbir negara, memajukan kehidupan rakyat untuk kepentingan bersama. Sebab itulah ada pilhan raya, supaya orang yang paling layak dapat dipilih untuk menjadi pemimpin untuk mengepalai kerajaan. Nama pun pemimpin, maksudnya kenalah berjalan bersama-sama rakyat sebab tugasnya sebagai pemimpin. Contohnya, kalau kita memimpin tangan nenek kita melintas jalan raya, bukankah kita pegang erat tangan mereka kemudian berjalan bersama-sama untuk ke sebelah sana? Kalau nenek jalan selangkah, takkan kita jalan 3 langkah pula? Tapi apa yang saya lihat, pemimpin sekarang ada yang sudah berlari laju, sampai tertinggal rakyat di belakang.

  Berbalik kepada situasi politik negara yang penuh dengan maki hamun segala, dapatlah saya simpulkan bahawa keadaan ini terjadi sebab masing-masing mahu jadi juara. Mahu kuasa, mahu nama. Bukannya mahu    hidupkan rakyat agar sejahtera. Saya kata begini sebab saya lihat kerajaan dan pembangkang tak pernah setuju dalam satu perkara. Walaupun idea satu pihak itu cukup hebat, yang satu lagi cakap banyak cacat. Kalau program yang satu banyak khasiat, satu lagi kata penuh muslihat. Semuanya ralat. Begitulah hari-hari, tak penat-penat. Jika betul perjuangkan rakyat, kenapa yang bermanfaat pun disekat? Jika benar khidmat untuk negara, mengapa berebut-rebut kuasa? Tidak bolehkah duduk semeja, bincang seeloknya supaya senang sama-sama, susah sama-sama? Ini asyik rebut kerusi sana sini, macam budak-budak dalam kenduri.

   Sejarah sudah merekodkan, pemerintahan yang agung pada zaman dahulu kala, ditadbir sama ada secara demokrasi, ataupun diktator. Empayar agung Rom dan China dijalankan secara tirani, memang besar tapi sebab itulah selalu tukar dinasti. Demokrasi pula, contohnya empayar Islam, pun hanya ada satu khalifah, tapi usul-usul tetap dibincang dalam Majlis Syura. Bukannya saya kata Malaysia tidak berbuat begitu, tapi yang dibincang selalunya bab undang-undang. Kalau projek bangunkan negara, semuanya ikut suka. Asyik mahu menangkan kroni sendiri sahaja.

  Akibat pihak kerajaan yang selalu bergaduh dengan pembangkang, saya pun hairan. Benarkah pemimpin sekarang mahu majukan negara? Memang banyak bukti yang menunjukkan kesungguhan politikus negara, tapi kenapa masih mahu tuduh-menuduh?  Kenapa pihak yang satu mesti jatuh? Bukankah kita sama-sama rakyat Malaysia, punya IC yang bukan warna merah, mahukan yang terbaik untuk negara? Kalau usul yang satu itu baik, terima sajalah. Kenapa mesti dibantah kalau projek yang terlaksana dikibar lain bendera? Ikhlaskah mereka? Jika negara diutamakan, saya pasti fitnah dan maki hamun takkan bertebaran seperti ini.

  Jika kita ambil pengajaran daripada keruntuhan Kerajaan Khulafa ar-Rasyidin, kita dapat lihat institusi itu jatuh disebabkan Muawiyah menginginkan jawatan khalifah. Sebab dia ingin namanya disebut. Begitulah yang terjadi di Malaysia. Tidak boleh kalau orang lain yang dapat nama. Idea yang disuarakan dan dibincang bersama, mesti dilaksanakan dengan poster serta cetakan nama. Tujuannya meraih penyokong dan pendukung. Kalau benar pemimpin ikhlas, orang lain takkan dicantas. Pendapat bernas dikumpul, kemudian dijalankan betul-betul.

 Saya tidaklah ingin menyatakan bahawa pihak pembangkang dan kerajaan perlu bersatu sepenuhnya, sebab kalau satu pihak sahaja yang berkuasa, tiadalah pihak yang dapat menegur kalau ada kezaliman. Tapi saya cuma berharap, parti-parti politik di Malaysia boleh berhenti mencaci sesama sendiri dan duduk bersama, fikir langkah berkesan agar kepentingan rakyat terjaga.

Love Poem by me. :)

" With you, months run and years so quickly gone,
 When we're apart, a day is just way too long.


 How much I miss you, I could not tell,
    Because words are barely enough for me to express it.
 Longing for you everyday feels like a living hell,
   My heart cries alone and no one can see it.


 I smile when your face appears in my mind,
   It won't go away till I could sleep for the night,
 I know how hard it is to forget you 'cause I've tried,
  Somehow you're still stuck here, in my heart, so deep inside.


 Maybe we are not meant to belong to each other,
   You love someone else whom I am no better,
 I could just watch and wish all the best,
   Be happy always my dear, with that someone else.


 Even you might not feel towards me the same way,
   Know that memories we made together are impossible to erase.
 Hear this, the girl I think about every night and day,
   I love you my dear, forever and always."
  

Ramdzuanny Musram

So, how do you guys like it? Comments, please! And, this one's copyrighted!

2012

    Hey there. New year is coming up, and I've been so much in 2011 mode, I don't feel it's coming to get us. 2012 has been such an enigmatic number this year, with all the claims that it's going to be the end of the world.
    Next year's going to be a whole new experience because it is the first time ever I'm going to celebrate new year without having to worry about school. No more classes and waking up early to school, and no more uniforms, school anthems, long and boring assemblies at the beginning of the year, homeworks and most importantly, green pants. Not having all them makes me eager to step into a new year, but that also means I will have nothing much to look up for next year, since going to school had made up most of my past years' agenda.
  So, I hope that this new year will give me the chance to learn new things, gain better experience and progressing to be a better Mohammad Ramdzuanny Bin Musram Rakunman. I haven't set any specific resolutions yet, but there's one thing I want to improve: my writing skills. Insya Allah I'll be a better writer, and continue to write better things and thoughts.
  Happy New Year everyone. Have a vivacious 2012.

Planking?

   Hey there. Look at the post title. Know that stuff? Have you tried it before? If your answer is yes, be prepared for what I'm gonna write. If the answer is no, congratulations for being a person with a good common sense.

  First and foremost, what is actually planking? Look up for the definition in a dictionary somewhere, because I'm not gonna bore you with words. Here's a photo of it, at least. But for me, planking is playing dead by laying on almost anywhere, face down, while remaining stationary. To some of you fellas out there, this is the coolest thing ever. For me, it's one of the most nonsensical viral thing ever infected the world. Plankers seem to find much joy and sense of satisfaction by laying down on almost anywhere. The weirder the circumstances, the better the plank would be. And they post their pictures on the Internet for everyone to see. I don't know what fun planking can bring them, and let me redefine what actually you guys are doing: Putting your face on some surface that have been stepped by thousands of other people with their "clean" shoe soles and being proud of it. This is the thing that you have done when you plank on floors. But if you plank on other bizarre places, for me that means: You are telling other people that it's damn fun posing as a plank wood on poles and street lamps (YAY!). Get a hobby, man!

   Seriously speaking, planking can put you in deep shit. Examples include a young man from Brisbane, Australia who plunged to his death by planking on a seventh-floor balcony on 15 May 2011. Don't believe it? Click here, then. He was just 20 at that time. Pitiful period of life ended by the most unlikely cause. 7 doctors and nurses  of Great Western Hospital in Swindon, England planked on duty, and was consequently suspended. Somebody even got charged for planking on a police car. What is he going to answer when his friends ask what he did to bring some police after him? Playing dead on a cop car?

   Concluding this post, I would like to say : Enough planking guys. But, this is up to yourselves whether to heed this or not. I'm not actually anti-planking and I have no problems with plankers, and if you find this hobby suits you and you can be really happy with it, just continue. After all, everyone have their own thoughts as well. I have done a lot of stupid things myself that I thought was cool, to some other people, they may not look cool. I posted this just to share my own reasons why I don't plank.

 I want to apologize if I had hurt any plankers out there, and once again, this is just my thoughts on planking. Peace!

One man dies: A million cries.

So. My condolences to Mr.Steve Jobs' family. May his soul rest in peace. Well, though I don't really know this man nor recognize him for what he had done, but I observed enormous impact of his death to the society. Maybe that's caused by his status as one of the world's technology personalities, or just because people love to hear his quotes.
 But, remember this guys, he is just another rich guy who dies because his time has come.

Another rant on education.

Well, I have just finished my trial, to tell my readers the truth, it's not that good. Though my teachers had gone through the trouble to give their students the topics we should study, my results are pretty much the same. Except for Chemistry, which went well, and Biology and Add Maths, which went not-so-well.

So, when I was discussing my Biology paper with my teacher, I noticed that a lot of my answers did not get marks because the answer scheme specified different criteria for the answers. Well, blame me for not studying, but the most annoying thing is when the way the question is asked does not reflect the answer it requires. The questions simply asked for an explaination, but did not specify in what way the examiner wants an explaination. The same goes for Add Maths, where I didn't get marks for my answer because I showed the steps required at wrong part of the question. The question I was answering was numbered b.ii. and 5 marks are allocated for the question. I got the answer correct, but I wrote the steps required to get 5 marks at the beginning of the question, which was part a.ii. , so I got only 1 mark out of ten.

In real life situation, it doesn't matter how do you get the answer, but  it's about as long as you get there. So, the education system is based on the answering techniques, not on the knowledge of students. That is why, Malaysia produces so much straight As students, but only small percentage of them are really capable to produce something different. The grading system is also a mess. "A"s were used to mark very distinguished achievements, but now, A means average. What you can do without a straight A result? The answer is struggling to find scholarships,pleading and begging for somebody kind enough to pay for your education.

So,enough for today. Maybe I don't have the solutions yet, but someday I will. And when that time comes, watch for my name in newspapers. Haha.

Ramadhan is here...

  Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. So, Ramadan is here already. Though it's kinda late right now, I would like to wish Muslims Selamat Berpuasa!

BERSIH already???

Hey. How you're doing, guys? Haha. Yesterday was the BERSIH rally at KL and the news and the political blogs were crazy about it. Well, I can't help being intrigued by it myself. So, I'm going to write something about this.

Firstly, I don't know where do the BERSIH supporters put their brains. Maybe they don't have any. They claimed the election in our country is damned dirty and corrupted, and they want to bring this matter to our Agong and 'clean' our elections to make them more justified. In other words, they think that the government has control over SPR.

Let's reexamine their claim. They forgot that, last election, BN has lost 5 states to the Pakatan, and among the states lost are Selangor and Penang, which are rich states, and everybody wants those states. If the government controls SPR, why did they lost those states? If they really want to lose some states, they should just let Sabah go, because Sabah is a very poor state right now. But the fact is, BN had always won in Sabah by strong majority.

Secondly,erm..I don't have the second point. Anyway, I hope the BERSIH supporters get what they want. And the police gave them what they really want. After gallons of water blasted towards them, I think all of them are already BERSIH by now. They should be grateful to the police for blocking their way. You don't always get chance splashing in a lot of water without worrying about the bills, do you?