Sunday, September 16, 2007
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11:34 PM
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There is so much thoughts that I want to share here which finally remain in the draft section. Anyway, had a NYPMSN meeting at Youth Hub Masjid Kassim. Pretty cool place.
Will sign off by saying Ramadhan Mubarak and let this Ramadhan be your best. Amin.
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Friday, September 7, 2007
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1:28 AM
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Uncertainty
Sometimes I feel lonesome Sometimes I feel empty I get scared For what's waiting for me Sometimes we refuse To believe what we know Sometimes we ignore Things we believe in Turn your head away But never will it make The sufferings go away
17 May 2000
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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11:13 PM
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Yesterday, I was stopped by 2 men in a van saying they had a home theatre system to give away. Well, I had some free time and so I entertained them. Basically they were trying to sell a $3000 system(as claimed by them) at the highest price that I can quote them. Now isn't that queer. The reason given is that they just want to clear stock for the day since someone accidentally made some extra orders. They claim they had to rush back soon(part of their trick). They were saying that it was my lucky day and that they only want some money to drink at night(big mistake). That made me doubt them more.
I was almost convinced. I chose to seek a second opinion through a phone call. I discovered that this scam has been around for some time. From what I hear, they work in 2s trying to sell cheap speakers claiming them to be of high quality. They would issue receipts after the purchase was made.
Maybe I'll make a police report tomorrow. So, just be wary of this.
And earlier today, I was woken up but a sharp sting on my right thigh. I saw a black insect flying off. So my thigh is still a bit swollen right about now. Upon self reflection, I feel that I should not waste my time sleeping too much. If it takes a bite from a bug to make me realise that, so be it. Alhamdulillah.
Also, I'm trying my hands on freelancing. Hope it turns out good.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
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8:47 PM
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NYPMSN had an Amazing Race event in Sentosa yesterday. Read more about it on NYPMSN's blog.
Posted here.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
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1:39 AM
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I was watching national geographic last Sunday about telepathy. It covered on remote viewing as well. Remote viewing is the ability to view something at the other side of the world by concentrating on the coordinates. Remote viewing became a method of intelligence gathering by the American military. The project is claimed to be closed down after 20 years. In my opinion it is probably another disinforming ploy. Disinforming is a term UFO conspiracy theorists use to describe when the governing tell half truths and wrap it with lies. Then takes back what they said and come up with some other reason. Basically, the idea is just to confuse the public so that they will eventually dismiss the whole thing as a myth. No, I am not saying that aliens exist. They are probably jinns or syaithans. I have a personal opinion that the government of the syaithan is where the Bermuda triangle is.
These are not new to me. It's the kind of things that I read about 10 years ago(i am so old). I get myself absorbed in UFOs, conspiracy theories, teleportation experiments like the Philadelphia Project. Werewolves and other creatures were also pet subjects.
Then I moved to different phases where I concentrated on different kind of books. There was self-development, psychology, html, michael crichton books and martial arts among others.
I suppose I did that to satisfy my inner world where I'm most comfortable with. I was looking for something to fill the void inside. It was a search without an end. Apparently I was looking for the wrong things. Alhamdulillah, I know better now. Now I get fascinated by science and the Quran. The history of Rasulullah and his companions. Life has to be balanced, we have to seek both duniawi (world) and ukhrawi (hereafter). Even when we seek for duniawi it has to be with the intention of doing it for Allah. Only then will life be blessed.
I know better now but trying to escape from shadows of the past can still be a pain.
"Wahai Tuhanku, yang menukar-balikkan hati. Balikkanlah hati kami untuk taat kepada-Mu." (Muslim)
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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6:26 PM
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Stringing words into sentences is a magical thing. It's amazing how scribblings on a piece of paper is able to convey a message, an emotion. Stringing words into lyrics of a song and poems is an art in itself. Whether or not the outcome becomes a positive influence to others is another question.
Writing a piece of poetry on a piece of paper is like blogging. It is making a statement from within the self and becomes engraved on paper or cyberspace for other beings to see. Like blogging, it is a form of expression. It is like saying,"Been there done that, so judge me.... i don't care."
'i don't care' is in red because this is not true most of the times. What it is really shouting for is for the connection with a fellow human being. It is like saying, "I am human too.... you know what I'm saying."
What makes a particular song, a painting, a photograph or a piece of poetry so endearing? It is because they are able to capture the emotion at that particular moment and make that connection with the person listening to the song or appreciating that piece of art. At times, the real emotion the creator expressed is not what you experience when you appreciate that piece of work. And it doesn't matter.
So here's a piece of carefully selected of poetry I wrote. Carefully selected because it is only as much that I am willing to risk exposing while quietly wishing to make a connection with whoever will be reading it.
Hope
I hope that life is better When tomorrow comes I would plan and plan But the results don't come out I wonder why my life sucks But all I could do is sigh I've tried and I still try To make things work But it's still the same No matter the work I always try to have happy thoughts Like the way I felt the day I fell in love* Just when I thought I was about to fly Reality slaps hard on my face I hope and I hope that there will be hope For those who hope just to cope
18 June 1999
* love here simply means the crushes that i had, nothing more
I can't believe that I am telling the world that I used to write poems. Think of it more as songwriting or whatever. It will seem cooler that way. These are very rap worthy. Try rapping it out.
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
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10:48 PM
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Ukhuwah is an annual sports, tele-match kind of event. We came as defending champions. Well, there were only 3 of us from the last year's team. We were all from the same PERGAS class except for one, my brother. One went off to Mekah to study. One is in national service. One decided to be a volunteer for the day, therefore did not participate. The other one completed studies from PERGAS already(imported player). Then, they had to split us up into different teams. The participants were split into 4 groups. Haziq was in group 1. Taufik was in group 4. I was in group 2, Team Dubai. Someone in my group changed places with Haziq so we ended in the same team.
We managed to complete all the games this year as it did not rain. It was fun. I believe we were leading until it was time for the final game, tug-of-war. We ended up last for that particular game. I did my best and I have rope burns to prove it. Taufik's group was the winning team. So, in a way we defended our title. Our group came in second. The class spirit element was missing but it is something that will eventually happen with the high mortality rate of the course.
Azhar was there too. What can I say, there's always next year. I'm sure you had fun. Team Bahrain was the most kecoh(havoc). No prizes for that.
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