Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Friends, College & A Whole New Beginning

Assalamualaikum and greetings to all my readers!

Today I feel like writing something about myself and the people around me. People whom I care about and people who mean something to me. Actually, I am a person who loves being around a lot of people and I think most of my friends know that. Furthermore, they also know for a fact that I love to talk! I love telling stories and sharing my opinions with people. My friends will actually come to me and ask for opinions, support, and at times they even turn to me as a shoulder to cry on. It gives me great joy and happiness just by solving other peoples problem and turning their frown into a smile. But if I'm to write about every single one of them, I'm afraid it'll take forever and when it comes to the 3rd or 4th paragraph, all my readers will already be asleep haha! So for this very post I'm just gonna talk about my life in college and so I gave it the title "Friends, College & A Whole New Beginning." Now why did I choose this title? Let me share with you. Well, the story begins when I was about to enter college in May, summer of 2011.

21st May 2011. It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning in Kuala Lumpur. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping behind my house and the wind blowing through my window. It felt like everything was excited for my first day of college at UiTM Alor Gajah, Melaka. As usual, being the eldest amongst my generation (eldest child, eldest among cousins), it is normal to have lots of text messages and calls from family members to congratulate and wish me the best of luck in my future undertakings. They reminded me to always work hard, strive for excellence and show the best example to the others. They told me that it is good for them to have a great role model to look up to. I began my journey from Kuala Lumpur quite early as I didn't want to be late for my first day. I always believed that your first impression is what matters most in anything, be it with your lecturers, friends and even with your bosses later in the future. We reached UiTM Alor Gajah about 1 and a half hours after we pushed off, and it was packed with people from all across the country. Sabah, Sarawak, Perlis, Johor, and not forgetting from KL (that's me!) you name the state you have it. After unpacking my stuffs and I've settled in the room, suddenly it hit me that my parents and family will be leaving soon. I'll be left here alone in Melaka and to add salt to the wound, I do not know anyone here. A few of my schoolmates were there as well but all of them were in different courses so it's just as good as no one. I toughened it up and put a smile on my face as I didn't want my parents to know that I didn't really like it there at first. Before they left, I gave both my parents a loonggg hug and kiss each and whispered in their ear, I love both of you very very much and I promise to always make you proud. Tears of happiness began to flow on both my parents cheeks. They were proud to see that their first born is a big boy now and is already entering college. Waved goodbye and there they went zooming off outside the gates on their way back to Kuala Lumpur and that's when my college life began.

The first week of college was our Orientation Week (Minggu Destini Siswa is what they call it in UiTM). Orientation was pretty much okaaayy, not a bed full of roses but it wan't full of thorns as well. It was just like a normal camp but since I was out of school for quite some time so it was kinda disturbing at first. One week flew in a blink of an eye and without me noticing, it was already Monday and it's the first day of class. I still remember myself walking from my Dormitory (Lekir at that moment) passed through the Mosque, down the stairs, crossed the lake on the bridge, up another set of stairs again and finally into the academic block. I didn't know anyone yet, of course I've met some during orientation but none were my classmates. I was all alone that Monday morning and so I walked to the Business Faculty and walla! Got to know that our first class was cancelled due to some technical problems, but since we had another class in the afternoon so I just went to the library to kill some extra time. There, a girl approached me. She was a beautiful tall girl with a tinge of tanned skin and a long wavy hair. She asked me whether I'm in MBM1111E as well and I said yes I am and I could see the look of relief in her face. We exchanged Blackberry BB pins and before she left, she asked me to help out in giving directions as to where the classes will be and all, of course I said okay. So there it was, the story of how I got to know my first classmate who was also among the first friends I met at UiTM Melaka. Later that day I met more friends and from the first moment I saw them, I already knew that they were wonderful people, all of them. I can't really remember what class it was that afternoon but it was the class where we had to select someone amongst us to become our new class representative. A class representative or more commonly known as a class rep will be the one who helps coordinate and become the middle man between the students and the lecturers. Surprisingly, I was being chosen as MBM1111E's first class representative. An honour of course but a huge responsibility as well. Until today, I don't really know the real reason behind why they chose me to become their leader. Maybe my big built and matureness were the key reasons towards my appointment as the class representative but of course those are only my assumptions.

As days went by, I got to know more and more friends in college. Amazingly, all my misery during the first few days were all gone! It was all after I met these wonderful people and in fact geniuses as well. Maannn these people are smart. Almost all my close friends scored with flying colours and qualified for the Dean's List Award in the first semester (3.5 GPA and above). With their help and support, Alhamdulillah I was also among those who received the Dean's List Award. I totally credit my results to them because without my friends I couldn't have done it. It was the same thing again in my 2nd semester. I met more wonderful people and all of them were my inspiration in their own special way. To me, my friends and family are my everything and I truly cherish each and everyone of them. My 2nd semester results weren't as good as compared to my first. I scored a heartbreaking 3.49 GPA and missed the Dean's List Award by 0.01 point! It was a total blow for me and I really felt like breaking down but my friends and family were the ones who comforted me. Everyone gave me the support I needed and made me realise that God knows what's best for me and there is always a reason behind everything that happens. I accept it as it is and instead will use it as a driving force to push harder in the future. Semester break came and as everyone was happily enjoying their holidays, I took the liberty to work and find some experience and also some extra pocket money because being independent is just something I have inside of me. So I went back to the place where I used to work after my SPM, a social media communications PR firm in Damansara. Suddenly while I was into my 5th week there, I was called by the CEO and my manager. My heart was beating super fast, will I be fired?! My mind kept thinking of the Apprentice. A game show where Donald Trump tries finds his new apprentice and whoever who fails, Trump will just come up to him/her and say "you're fired!". But my imagination was wrong, they actually offered me a 6 months contract to work with them. They told me that a few big projects were around the corner and they really wanted someone they could trust to be on the team. Puzzled, I asked them the reason why they offered me a job considering that I don't even have a diploma under my belt and my SPM results wasn't something special as well. My CEO then said shafique, a diploma, a degree or any paper qualification is just a piece of paper to show us that you can do the job but now even without a paper qualification you've proved to us that you can do the job and in fact do the job well so it doesn't matter to us. Mom picked me up that evening so I shared the story with her along the way. That was not the hard part, the hard part was to tell my friends.

I am a person who really dislikes changes when I'm comfortable with something and in this case I am very much comfortable with the friends I have in college. My classmates, my hostel mates, my beloved De' Best Club and everyone else I have there in Melaka. It's really hard for me to let them go and maybe even harder than them letting me go. It was among the biggest decision I had to make in my entire life. Sacrifising my happiness today in hopes to build a brighter place for me in the future. It was a huge risk because I had to extend my studies and put it on hold. At that moment I knew that when I return to college in December, I can never be in my old class anymore. I can never be in the same class as my close friends anymore. Is this the right choice I'm making? Is this a good or a bad decision? Nothing can be answered at that moment and I left it to Allah. I know that if I pray and ask for HIS guidance, HE will surely show the way. So that was what brought me to where I am today, a 19 year old boy who is not that of a genius but with a handful of experience in the corporate world dealing with professional corporate figures who are waaayyyyy more experienced and professional than me. Being in this way of life isn't that easy but if you know how to play the game it is quite alright. Just smile, be nice to everyone and never harm anyone. A principal that I hold on to and as of today has benefited me a lot. I've learned a lot this past one year. Friends, work everything has played a part in moulding me to become a better person. It was certainly not a bad decision after all. I got to make new friends at work and found role models to look up to.  Dear friends in my beloved UiTM, although I may not be in the same class as you guys anymore, not the same batch as you guys anymore but to tell tell you the truth that doesn't matter to me. I am a totally different person now and it is all because of you guys so how can I ever forget that. I had become this very strong positive minded, do it right and go for the kill kinda guy instead of the slow, weak and negative minded guy which has already become the past right now. All of us have a long future ahead and we should not waste it in doing stupid things that can jeopardise our future. We are our nation's future leaders and we must act like one starting from today. Before I end my lengthy blog post today, I would like to say thank you for your help guys and may God bless us all. Wassalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, till we meet again and thank you Allah for giving me wonderful friends, college and a whole new beginning (':

People I had in mind while writing this blog post:
Adylin, Nonie, Dayang, Fatin and all my BM1111E's (May 2011), Shafiqa, Tia, Haziq Mochtar, Haziq Ezman, Afiq, Marang, Haikal, Azizie, Ehsan, Harith, Aziz TJ, Kucap, Ishak, Zafar, Pian, Faridz, Amir, Azhar, Ainul, Alya, Huda, Sofiyya, Azra, Izy, Minmin, Amad, my De Best family and soooo many others that can't write down their names as it will just be too long!!

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Moment of Truth - What Mom wrote after my PMR

Was going thru mom's blog and found this post she wrote when I received my PMR results. Awww mom, you'll always be the queen of my heart. I love you and what would I do without you (':

It was a nerve wrecking morning. I had had another dream and that would have been my fourth, the third with the same outcome. By then I began to wonder if I am in any way related to Madam Zorra. Hmmm…..

Nabil’s news came in at about 11 and although I was extremely proud of my nephew, my heart was racing to know how Shaf had fared. Me and hubby only wanted him to be able to remain at the school, anything else would be a bonus. Of course he had set to shoot for the stars. And to add to the twist, the two boys had a deal with their gramps, you ace it all, you kids just tell me where you wanna go. Hmph, lucky kids…when I was 15, my gramps had small kids of his own, but that’s another story altogether…

That morning, as with most, if not all SBP’s, or a full residential school, they had their little speeches to mark the occasion. More so since his batch did very well. They ranked second in Wilayah’s SBP and placed top 3 in several other categories. Or something like that. The Pengetua spoke….and spoke but I found it increasingly hard to pay attention. He told us how several students are not permitted to continue at the school for various reasons; discipline problems and managing anything less than a C for Arabic. He displayed the immense pride of a pengetua who was seeing a whopping 67% of his exam students scoring 9 and 8 A’s. Out of this figure, 57 out of just over 140 candidates scored straight A’s. Another speech followed and then came the defining moment..they were going to announce the 57 names, class by class. I could have sworn the entire hall could hear my heart beating. Fast forward to several minutes later, I sighed, his name was not among the 57. It would have been wonderful to see him on stage with his peers but it was not meant to be. And that was ok with us.

We soon made our way to the counter where his class teacher sat, result slips awaiting their rightful owners. Parents and students of the said class were crowded around the desk. Heads bobbed about above the petite teacher, and she began to hand out slips. Each time she mentioned a student name, she punctuated her sentence with, tahniah, awak boleh sambung di SMAKL. Hubby stuck his neck out a little and asked “Shafique Danial ??” The teacher looked up momentarily, “Shafique Danial, Shafique Danial”, she repeated whilst flipping the slips laid out before her. “Ni ketua class saya ni…ha, ni dia, ok, Shafique, tahniah, awak boleh sambung di SMAKL”. Phew…I let out a sigh of relief and was eager to set my eyes on the slip of paper.

All of a sudden I saw the result slip being lifted mid-air in one single swoop by a hand that came out of nowhere. Both me and hubby looked up and saw Shafique staring at his exam results. We searched his face for a clue. All I saw was a look that said he was crushed. Blood drained from his face and one part of my brain thought dear God, it can’t be that bad..and one part of my brain was wondering maybe this was just another of my dreams. I went limp but tried to put on a brave front. We asked, “Shaf…..??” He gave us a weak smile and muttered


Aah..that look he gave earlier had me imagining the worst, but 7? Ok laa tuuu… We hugged and thanked God for his results. Finally we had a chance to look at that sacred slip of paper he held in his hands. Right then I felt a compelling sense of déjà vu and somewhere at the back of mind, I thought, wow, 3 out of my 4 dreams…Madam Zorra must be in the family tree after all….!

Shaf may have been a little disappointed, particularly during the early moments after he found out but we felt blessed enough. Looking back, he had had great difficulty adjusting to life in a SBP. He had always been a good student and coupled with the life he had at a private primary school, First Form at a Residential Sekolah Agama proved to be a huge challenge. Compounded by the fact that he had zilch exposure to the Arabic language, his first year there was quite simply, rather traumatic. Or was that me..?

Seriously though, it was no bed of roses for him that first year. He called me everyday pleading that we took him home. I spent hours on the phone persuading him to persevere. In all honesty, at the time I bore such animosity towards his father who was the one who insisted, this was what he wanted for his first born and I should just support him. God..those were difficult days…It took a toll on me and often left me in tears. My days felt empty without him at home and knowing how badly he was coping made my heart scream. I could only turn to HIM to seek guidance and my closest girlfriends for comfort and support.

He was miserable and there was also reason to believe that he was being bullied by several seniors. To make things worse, for the first time ever, he was failing in some of his classes with Arabic being his worst subject. But slowly he began to pick up the pieces. Probably through sheer grit and a whole lot of doa, he began to make friends and by the middle of last year his academic potential reappeared. Finally his third year came and somewhere along the way, he must have woken up. By the time his trials came along, he had had a new resolve.

We have his teachers to thank, several more than others. Those early days when we were all ready to throw in the towel, they supported him and gave him (and us) the strength we needed to prod on. Others gave him extra coaching (yes, he got a B for his Arabic..!) and the will to aim for the best. The new pengetua, who came in several months before the exams also made a huge impact. And of course, my dearest husband, whose dogged determination led our first born there in the first place.

So our son did not ace all 9..but everything happens for a reason and I am certain He knows what is best. The journey has only just gotten started. In two years none of this would matter much because that would be when it truly begins. As for the trip with the gramps..? Oh, that will most likely still take place and yes, you betcha - I think he deserves it.

What I Think About Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender (LGBT)

Assalamualaikum and hello to all my readers,

Well today will be my first time posting a REAL post on my blog (sebelum ni asyik copy paste jee hahaa :P ). To me, this is a good way to actually improve your writing skills. It doesn't matter if its in English or in Malay, as long as there is an improvement it is definitely more than okay! Today I would like to write what I think about the latest "hot topic" out there which is the LGBT case. Apparently a few days ago the Malaysian Ministry of Education came out with a list "Guidelines to identify gays and lesbians". I've searched on google but I can't seem to find any photo of that list from the Ministry itself, instead the most popular photo with the highest SEO apparently seems to be this photo from malaysiakini.

Malaysiakini is a Malaysian opposition prone website. Well known with spreading negative stories about the Government and sorry to say, to them (the opposition) everything that the BN Government does will definitely be wrong and they will say that they have the best and rightful solution. To me that is ridiculous, I mean I know the BN Government is very very shitty at times but they also have made decisions which resulted well. For example, when our former Prime Minister Tun Mahathir wanted to build Putrajaya, everyone said he was crazy but look at what Putrajaya is today. Even the opposition wants to get hold of Putrajaya. Well who wouldn't want to have an office in a world class and high tech city like Putrajaya right hahaa. So back to what I was telling you, so yeaa can we really trust Malaysiakini on this one? Knowing the fact that they have always been biased all these while. Well I will leave that for you decide. 

Today 15th of September 2012, Dr Puad Zakarshi who is the Deputy Education Minister has made a statement that The Ministry of Education never endorsed such guidelines to be published and circulated in schools throughout the country. The list was actually done in a seminar in Penang which was conducted by a concerned NGO (Non-Governmental Organisation) but nonetheless, he said that the ministry views cases of social ills and will give guidance directly and indirectly to all school children to ensure that they stay away from unhealthy activities. Disagreeing with me already? Well let me explain why I agree that we should and must strongly oppose LGBT and protect our future Malaysians. 

Everyone knows that Malaysia is an Islamic country therefore it is only fair to have our laws based on Islam. According to Islam, sodomy and homosexuality is against the law. A hadith related by Hadrat Anas says that Prophet Muhammad SAW observed: "When the following five EVILS shall creep into my Ummah, it will then be destroyed. 1) Invoking curses on one another. 2) Use of liquor on a large scale. 3) Wearing of silken clothes. 4) When man shall engage in sexual intercourse with males, and lastly 5) When women shall engage in sexual acts with other females, i.e. SODOMY and HOMOSEXUALITY." So it is clear that Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) are all a big sin in Islam. 

In Malaysia we have Parti Islam SeMalaysia (PAS), a political party that fights for Islamic rights. We often here them bringing up the issue of Hudud and question why Hudud is not being practiced in Malaysia. If it is true that the Ministry of Education is going all out to finally stop LGBT then isn't that an act that champions the Islamic law? Yes, you will definitely say "but hey we're not having any sexual relationship so what's the big problem?" Let me give you a situation, why do parents teach their kids to be polite at an early age? And why do parents scold their child when they do not act as what has being taught? It is because parents know that being impolite is a wrong thing to do. The problem is people nowadays do not know that LGBT is WRONG! Some actually realise that it is wrong but they rather choose not to listen. Malaysian Muslims today specifically and the world generally, they love to follow the west, they idolise the west to an extend where they will actually follow every single thing that they see in the west without considering whether it's allowed or it's a sin according to their religion. Islam drops to 2nd place. This is very wrong and unfortunately it has definitely come to an alarming state as Islam has been neglected for quite some time. Now, if PAS truly champions Islam then why do they still keep quite and do not say anything when their friends in Pakatan Rakyat are opposing what the Ministry of Education is doing? Are they really a fighter of Islam or are they just using Islam to gain political mileage? Nau'zubillahi min zalik (May Allah protect us from that harm), I will not comment further on that because I prefer not to touch too much on politics.

My point here is that I honestly think that something along this line in necessary in Malaysia. After all, Islam clearly states that LGBT is wrong in Islam therefore as an Islamic country we should and in fact must say no as well! I have a feeling that the niat is good but somehow the implementation is kinda loose here and there. Maybe what they need is to have a proper meeting and conference to correctly execute this in the best way for all Malaysians. There is no point in doing something when your implementation is haywire eventhough your niat is good. I know for a fact that the BN Gov is not thaaaat Islamic but hey if they're starting to change and are trying to slowly bring more Islam into their daily life then why not? I am proud to say that I am a Muslim and as a Muslim, I will definitely support anything or anyone who champions my religion. To me, unity is important but nothing can be more important than your religion. Without religion, humans are nothing. Well, this is what I think. Some may agree and some may not. We can't please everyone right? So yeeaaa, let me know if you do not think likewise then maybe we can have a healthy discussion. It's good to get the brain cells cracking once in a while haha. Everything good comes from Allah and any mistake comes from myself. Till then, wassalamualaikum and have a good day (:

P/S: Selamat Hari Malaysia!!

Selamat Hari Malaysia!

16 September merupakan tarikh yang istimewa kerana ia merupakan satu tarikh yang amat bersejarah dan bermakna dalam diri seorang rakyat Malaysia. Ini kerana ia mengingatkan kita tentang tarikh penubuhan Persekutuan Malaysia iaitu pada 16 September 1963. Pada tarikh inilah Sabah, Sarawak dan Singapura telah bergabung bersama Tanah Melayu untuk menubuhkan sebuah negara Malaysia yang aman damai dan berbilang kaum yang dapat kita lihat pada hari ini.

Hampir 50 tahun telah berlalu, banyak perubahan dan penambahbaikan yang telah dapat kita lihat. Biarpun dari segi infrastruktur mahupun dari segi ekonomi, semuanya telah berkembang secara positif agar kita dapat mencapai misi kita bersama iaitu untuk menjadikan Malaysia sebuah negara maju dan berpendapatan tinggi menjelang 2020.

Di kesempatan ini juga, saya berharap agar rakyat Malaysia akan terus bersatu sebagai sebuah negara yang berbilang kaum dan tidak memberi peluang kepada mana-mana pihak yang cuba menjejaskan persaudaraan kita ini. Semoga persaudaraan Malaysia kita ini akan kekal buat selama-lamanya. Selamat Hari Malaysia!

Monday, 16 July 2012

Oh My English!

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he'd prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Fe0ffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!
English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

The Reason Why Moms Are Mean


To all the lovely mums….forward to your kids……
Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent,
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for
two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect..

I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that 
motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean?

I know mine was.
We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast,
we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.

When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, 
we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.

We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk
the horn when they drove up They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them.

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced.

None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults.
We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

Monday, 2 July 2012

Cinta Yang Agung

Suka dan duka ku menemanimu
Gelak tawa dan senyum manismu
Akan ku pahat di dalam kalbu
Hanya Tuhan saja yg tahu

Tiada khabar tiada berita
Dalam senyum aku derita
Menanti datangnya si jelita
Membawa berita untuk gembira

Siang malam tidak ku henti
Tiba suatu gerak hati
Cinta yang agung lagi hakiki
Allahhu rabbi lebih bererti...

Shafique Danial - June 2012

Happy 18th Birthday Adylin Hady

18 is a special number we should enjoy and share,
Especially when it’s about someone we care,
Adylin Hady amazing and cool like wind in the air,
Expressing our love a montage we prepare…

A simple something to show we won’t flee
When you’re down we’ll try to make you glee
It’s like the song “count on me”
Deep inside we love you trust me…


Kali pertama ku tatap wajahmu
Hatiku ibarat memanggil namamu
Akan tetapi kisah tentangmu
Membuat aku menjadi keliru

Walau kutukkan tidak berakal
Hatiku tetap ingin mengenal
Akhirnya tidak aku menyesal
Sebuah permata yang tidak disangkal

Masih segar dalam memori
Saat pertama kita berdiri
Bertentang mata di malam hari
Bagai dalam sebuah mimpi

Semakin hari semakin ku lupa
Perasaan pertama aku di dada
Tetapi semua telah tiada
Malah telah menjadi cinta

Tapi kini kau sudah tiada
Mengalirnya sungai air mata
Namun ku redha dengan ketentuanNya
Dipanggil oleh yang Maha Esa

Kini kau telah menjadi kenangan
Namun bukan sebarang kenangan
Saat bersama sukar ku lupakan
Kerana kau bukan sekadar teman

Shafique Danial - June 2012