my idiosyncracy...

Shoeshine Polish

2007-03-08T22:09:00.000+08:00

The Stranger’s Song

I saw you, friends, on many days
Seven weeks, at the most.
Though, seems – the short phase
The end written, this chapter closed
We knew, and will never forget

7 guys, there were
Soldier’s man, ‘Ammar
And Hermy, the kinder
Jo had the steely bar
Wise Matt, the sleepy one.

Then the elders, 18 this year
Chun Ti tall, from Taiwan
Marc, admirable leader ere
Faithful Izhar, Victorian Son.
So 7 young men, they were.

From the court, came the ladies,
Caged courtesans not, but free spirits
Joyous sportswomen, one’s Beatrice
Alyssa the agile, full of wits
Josç, fragile yet sharp shooter

Sui Wei, sweet wunderkind
Pro-player, came Swee Sin
The Damai girls, and Nadine
8-points shooter, marvelous Celine
They never cease, the daily ritual

Studious, 3 hopefuls, I pray thy song
Yan Ru, note-taker
Then curly-haired Chia Fong.
Xin Yi, bright-eyed chance maker.
For all and the last, we hope you the best.

Five girls, sweet and demure.
Michelle, gentle friend of every other
Ming Xiu, quiet one, so pure.
Xin Yu, responsible other
Interesting girls, Jencen and Hui Hoon.

4 young ladies, independent friends
Mus, caring student from Surabaya
Adventurous one, Jehanne is
Weng Xin, heartful of fire
And dear kind soul, Sharon

Many days we spent, for the better
Students we were, friends we are
Fate and the Lord brought us together
This bond; this friendship, none shalt mar.
We knew and will never forget.

- ‘quill

What do I want to work as?

2007-01-21T11:46:00.000+08:00

A diplomat? An educator? A police officer? Manx, I have no idea what I'm gonna be in the future.

Well, I better focus on wateva's happening in the meantime - the common test and the promos. And after that there's the Ace. Then we talk abt a university course. Haiyorh, oso got NS.

Movie Review

2007-01-21T11:44:00.000+08:00

Eragon

2 words. So very dissapointing. :[

Movie Review

2007-01-21T11:39:00.000+08:00

Blood Diamond

Another great movie starring Leo DiCaprio. The fact that the anti-protagonist died at the end give the film a realistic viewpoint. An provocative yet emotional display of a civil conflict with a chaotic sub-African backdrop.

If you like movies like Tears of the Sun, Road to Perdition - you might just like Blood Diamond.

Movie Review

2006-11-23T13:17:00.000+08:00

The Departed.

Nice storyline. Film sequence a bit erratic.

dear friends,

2006-10-02T01:08:00.000+08:00

Cigar Profile #135

2006-08-30T23:25:00.000+08:00

Vanilla-flavoured. Average size with vanilla-coated and wooden mouthpiece. First puff is sweet and the smoke emitted has a pleasant scent. Soft texture. Vanilla taste lingers in mouth. Drink a strong brew of tea to compensate the mildness of cigar. Overall, taste of cigar is lush and enjoyable. Vanilla flavour with a tint of chocolate. Light odour stays in room, providing a soothing environment.

Tobacco is not packed tightly within roll. Thus, a lighted-life of only about 30 mins or so. $5.50, due to tax. Price is not reasonable. However, taste value of cigar is above average. Dryness of cigar roll does not permit 'toasting' - not maximising the amount of vanilla scent emitted.

Cigar rating: 13/20 recommended for beginners and those who love vanilla ice cream.

**Warning**
- do not inhale smoke or continue smoking at the last inch of cigar. The burnt part of the wooden mouthpiece taste horrible.

Upcoming: Tips on cutting, lighting and smoking cigar.

smoking kills.

Purely fictional

2006-08-10T18:57:00.000+08:00

'Tell me, what's her name?' I implored him. I could see his wrinkled face, horror-struck as his hand held down his daughter's shoulder. He knew not what to do. Puzzled, he looked at me and I saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes. His quizzing eyes prompted me to focus on my work. I had to start it as quickly as I had to end it. I twisted my ring inwards as I placed my palm over her forehead. She writhed in pain as I blew prayers into her right ear. 'Tell me, what's her name?!' I asked her father, stressing the urgency.

'Sh...sh..Sharon,' he muttered, his hands shaking fervorishly. He looked at his daughter, she squirmed and shrieked as her name was mentioned. I could see his worried look - his heart breaking, having to see his daughter suffer in agony. 'Please, whatever you do, stop this!' He cried amidst the thunderous roar that engulfed the room. The lights flickered; the shadows played on the wall. Then, I saw Alice as he stood at the bedpost, whispering prayers as he nervously fingered his rosary. His eyes were bloodshot as he focused them on the girl, his head bent. The black suit he wore made him loom with a dark radiance.

'The name's Damnation. Cyle Damnation. Remember me?' I kneeled at the edge of the bed. My right hand still upon her brow, I took out a small phial. Ripping the cap off with my teeth, I poured the content all over her torso. I blew into her face, reciting silently in my heart. She began to struggle and her mouth gnashed as it threatened to bite me. I withdrew quickly and pressed my right palm deeply - chanelling my every effort in maintaining that grasp as I held her head down and kept her eyes closed. She screamed and I shouted even louder, "I'll release thee from thy bond. You, cut the ropes!" I barked at Alice. He looked up sharply at me, for the first time that night. Our eyes met, and we knew what has to be done. Despite the father's protest on the only physical deterrence from his still-striken daughter, Alice produced a small knife from his inner pocket, brought it up and sliced through the bonds tying her feet and hands to the bedpost. Without a moment wasted, she made for my throat and pushed me violently off the bed. She took the bait. I was prepared for this.

[to be continued]

Release me from this world, Lord

2006-07-19T21:23:00.000+08:00

Well, I'm not reallie serious abt that. Jus so bloody tired these days. I see only the last hurdle. Jus can't wait to finish and do beta for my promos. I know I can do it. I did it. So, I shall see...

Then again, I wanna knoe her...=p, but yeah, focus, Izhar...focus

F***, school's here

2006-06-21T21:52:00.000+08:00

I wish to see my friends,

but I dun wanna term to start as well. Darn, my brain feels like a freakin' sponge.

Learnt a nice recipe.

2 ounce of Vodka
1/2 ounce of Tequila
A few drops of zesty lemon
A pinch of red pepper

Blend with frozen Sprite.

Sprinkle cocoa powder and serve in shot glasses.

And stuff it up your nostrils! It works.

[still feelin' angst from Sat's defeat]

Le Mondial

2006-06-11T22:51:00.000+08:00

England played a boring match against Paraguay.
Cote d'Ivoire fought well with Argentine, it was a good game.
Holland, another boring tussle with the Serbs.
Sweden and Trinidad with a stalemate.
Iran, and Mexico - seems like a potentially boring match.

'Nopes,' says my dad.

We'll see.

And I'm losing points...

last breath

2006-06-08T20:03:00.000+08:00

From those around
I hear a cry
An awful soft
A hopeless sigh
I hear their footsteps; leaving slow
and then I know, my soul must fly

A chilly wind
begins to blow
within my soul
from head to toe

and then, the last breath
escape my lips
its time to leave, and I must go

so it is true but it's too late
they said each soul has its given date
when it must leave the body's core
And meet with its eternal fate

oh mark the words that I just said
who knows tomorrow could be your day
at last it's come to heaven or hell
decide which now, do not delay

come on, my brothers. let us pray
decide which now, do not delay

oh god oh god
I cannot see
my eyes are blind
am I still me?

or has my soul
been led astray, and forced
to pay a priceless fee?

alas to dust
we all return
and shall rejoice
while others burn

if only I knew that before
the line grew short
and came my turn
and now - as beneath the soil
they lay me with
my record; flawed

they cry, not knowing
that I cried worse
for they go home;
I face my god

by Ahmad Bukhatir

[I have to return]

Regatta

2006-06-04T14:29:00.000+08:00

Thinkin' bout it...

Trainin' for mths...down to 3 mins; completing the race. It's worth it, I guess.

Game Over

2006-06-03T22:52:00.000+08:00

Life is a game, really.

Y've got the guidebooks, the cheatcodes and ,of couse, ya can decide to make it a simple tic tac toe or jus bloody complicated.

Training Mode

2006-05-29T20:50:00.000+08:00

100 after waking up
50 sits
100 b4 evening run
evening run
late night run
100 before sleep
shower b4 sleep.

jus wish I'm disciplined enuff.

June Hols...ryt

2006-05-27T08:12:00.000+08:00

1100 - Dragonboat Training
1500 - Meet the KI-ers
1530 - Chocolate Fondue Party @ Ms Quek's

And I'm providing grapes.

1 week of no dragonboat trainin' and I feel so de strange. Next week, dragonboat trainin' on mon, tues, thurs and friday. Wooah. I have to finish a summary on cosmology and onthology. A summary on stuffs that's pretty wide, eh.

Oh well.

Had a strange dream.

13 days.

Dear, Miss

2006-05-24T21:19:00.000+08:00

To hell, ya bitch!

I'm sorry.

In remembrance

2006-05-23T18:38:00.000+08:00

I was walking along the school corridor. I saw Ashraff, wearing a brilliant white robe and he approached me.

'I missed all of you!' I exclaimed, and hugged him. Suddenly the word, 'Syihr' came into my mind.

Then I could distinctly remember sitting just outside the left doors of the praying hall. I saw the other brothers, Malaysian mostly. But, Abdul Hamid wasn't there.

'Where's Hamid', I asked. Then I saw, Khairunizam. Finally, he's a student in Dar ul-Mustafa. Yet, he doesn't mix or talk much with the M'sian group. Perhaps, he was just being his quiet self. I think I remember seeing Hamza, another Singaporean student.

- then I woke up. That's all that I remember.

I need to contact one of them. Seriously, I think something has happened o'er there - many miles away. I'm praying for the best.

Dead Philosophers' Society

2006-05-22T21:01:00.000+08:00

Leornado Da Vinci is quite the prankster.
His famous painting, The Mona Lisa; bears his sneer.
And the faith of my Christian brothers - besieged.

If I were to oppose the book, it will be the erroneous fact on Jesus and his progeny. Then again, I disagree with the Christians on the crucifiction and resurrection of Jesus al-Messiah. Of course, Jesus marrying a woman and having children will undermine the Christian dogma by mortalizing him.
If I were to support the book on one thing; it will be the crime of the Church in eradicating the Sacred Feminine. It is clearly, sexism and that's just plain unfair.

The said book is fiction but it bears both lies and truth. We are to identify them; cutting all biasedness. The important events like the Nicaen Creed and the 'immortalization by vote' of Jesus are real, and undeniable.

Have ya ever thot about God, my Christian/Catholic friends...? Does he even exist...? Maybe he existed then, but now?...'Believing is Seeing', that's blind faith. And blind faith is not only illogical, but it is also the absence of faith itself. I mean, let's not be fanatic and die for the wrong stuff. Deluded, blinded thine tainted hearts.

Now, ya pray to God for the guidance on the right path. Now, that's rather the irony. Dya not feel it...? The absence of God in your hearts. He/She who is Lord over Lords; Master of Masters, God of Prophets - the likes of Enoch, Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad.

But...God does exist. It's obvious, really. =p

Yes, your faith is true. But your religion is not. Or almost. How can the Church persecute the likes of women, claiming witches' purgatory as ya condemn them to burn at the stakes.

To my friends who wish to convert to Christianity, go ahead. It is still good for ya.

And to my Christian/Catholic brothers, I will uphold the sanctity of the Faith in God; though our paths vary.

And to my Muslim fellows; remember that Jesus, Son of Mary, is still a holy master. So, respect him and spite him not in ur delusions.

Pray to God, ya need God. But God doth not need ya to pray to him, God doth not need ya.

[revelation of the truth]

Sibs

2006-05-20T20:20:00.001+08:00

Sis made a collage. The children of abdurRahman.

Da Vinci who...?

2006-05-20T20:20:00.000+08:00

Helped out Ms Liu durin' the College Day. So bloody borin'. At least, got Yao, Jane and Fish. Then went to watch Da Vinci Code wit my mom and my bro. The movie was OK, in a sense. The script was gd. Well, maybe bein' on the 3rd row, nearest to the screen, lessened the appeal of the movie. Major neck pain.

Sleepy eyes

2006-05-16T19:31:00.000+08:00

Went to school early todae, surprisin'ly. Considerin' the fact that I was jus so bloody tired after yterdae's Sea Sports heats. A few shout-outs...

NICE ONE, S05!

REVERSE PARKING, COOL! (LOL)

WOOHOO!

Well, we came in 2nd for Dragon Boat. Clocked 2.01 mins. Was nice. Pretty confident that we'll make it to the finals. Hopefully.

Then, 3rd/4th for Minidragonboat. Now, that was jus siao. How we paddle oso I dun knoe. And Adora was so cute when she hugged the canoe. =] Lol.

For Men's Double...hrmm...tough luck, Xav Hend. As for Melvyn and I, we got 3rd/4th position. Again, maybe enter finals. I wish.

No Women's Double...awww...

Men's Relay...kena DQ - wat to do...*sigh*

And lastly, hehe...Women's Relay. Let's jus say the gals came in 2nd...last. But, manx, Liz - if y'are readin this....nice reverse parkin' by ya and Fenglin. That was jus utterly awesome...and siaoness to the max. *Reminiscing the moment* ^_^

So, nice day ended. Came home late. Tired. Slept. Woke up this morning, feeling tipsy. Struggled through the lessons. Survived. Almost got KO-ed durin' KI lesson. Learned abt phenomenalism and idealism. Manx, can't the philosophers jus get straight to the point. So irritating.

Reverse parking. LOL

DB rox

2006-05-12T18:45:00.000+08:00

Dragonboat training this monday. Siao - but i like. =p

Did 5 sets of 5-mins nonstop paddling. Tired like mad. Then had to do regular OST. My body feel like rubber sia. Decided to follow jog. If not for my split sheen. Have to go Clinic soon to x-ray. Maybe tmr b4 dragonboat training wit my class. Can't wait for that.

I SO DE LOVE DB larh.

I'm an Evil overlord

2006-05-06T22:53:00.001+08:00

1. Shooting is not "too good" for my enemies.

2. I will not waste time trying to make my enemies' deaths look like accidents. After all, I am not accountable to anyone, and my other enemies wouldn't believe it was an accident anyway.

3. All younger siblings, spouses, children, students, and old army buddies of an enemy I have just killed will be hunted down to prevent them from attacking me at some future point in a quest for vengeance.

4. When I capture the hero, I will also make sure to capture his pet ferret, dog, monkey, or whatever other sickeningly cute pet animal that is capable of untying ropes, fetching keys, etc that happens to be following him around.

5. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament to show my superiority. I will not monologue. I will shoot them.

6. If one of my enemies says, "Look, before you kill us, will you at least tell us what this is all about?" I will say "No." And then I will shoot them. Or, I might just shoot him first. Then say, "No."

7. When the rebel leader challenges me to a one-on-one fight, and asks "Or are you afraid to face me without your goons to back you up?" My reply will be "No, I’m not afraid... Just sensible." And then I will shoot him.

8. My enemies are not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or a last anything. They are entitled to get shot.

9. Any enemies that survive being shot are entitled to be shot again.

10. I will force the fair maiden to marry me. If she says "I’ll die before I marry you!", I'll shoot her. There are, after all, hordes of beautiful young women out there just waiting to marry someone as rich and powerful as I am.

11. I'll make sure my henchmen is trained properly and not shoot their rifles from their hips.

12. When my enemy challenges me to single combat, I'll order my army to rip him to pieces. Then, I'll shoot 3 rounds into his head, just to make sure.

Singapore Votes

2006-05-06T22:53:00.000+08:00

11:01 - PAP won Yio Chu Kang
11:07 - WP won Hougang
11:14 - PAP won Macpherson
11:18 - PAP won Bukit Panjang
11:21 - PAP won Joo Chiat
11:32 - PAP won Choa Chu Kang
11:42 - PAP won Jalan Besar
11:45 - PAP won Nee Soon East
11:53 - SDA won Potong Pasir
00.01 - PAP won Tampines
00:07 - PAP won Nee Soon Central
00:19 - PAP won Ang Mo Kio

Simply, PAP OWNAGE

'quill

2006-05-05T10:15:00.000+08:00

I regarded the vastness of space. My eyes reflected the blue tint of wisdom. Yet I saw nothing, which could explain my very existence in this world. I could only see the stars, the planets and the moon. Evidently, this world will come to pass. Every cloud that flew across my vision signified the decaying of time. The shifting of light shafted and glared. I stood but across the night and into the day. Then I realized, that I had not a purpose in life. Yet, some things are meant not for a reason. Nor a purpose. I am but a youth. Lost in my thoughts until the day I met them.

Solve me.

2006-05-01T21:37:00.000+08:00

1+1=3

How...?

2006-05-01T21:23:00.000+08:00

There is some fiction in my truth, and some truth in my fiction.

Who am I?
Am I alone?

...if only I had the choice

Bitter Memories

2006-05-01T21:01:00.000+08:00

I once fell into an abyss, and ya brought me out only to drown me again.

At least ya did something right...

Happy Birthday, Me

2006-04-30T13:49:00.000+08:00

I'm 17 and it feels so good...

'the haste-r wilt thy death cometh.' - the message that I got.

Then again, the more I shud live my life to the fullest. There's nuthin wrong wit enjoyin' life.

Took a long walk. Shiftin' past
bitter memories, some
worthwhile. Others, not.
Killin' the pain, holdin'
the tears. Sensin' humor
- coursin' over.

Life is poetry. And I'm the poet. The essayist, the writer.

Lover's fool; dream the dreamer's dream.

Logic II

2006-04-14T11:13:00.000+08:00

There was once a serial murderer in Town A. One day, he repented and decided to go to Town B to help the poor population. However, he dropped dead in the middle of the journey. The Angels of Hell and the Angels of Heaven came.

Angels of Hell: He killed many innocents, he should go to hell.
Angels of Heaven: No, he has repented and wants to do good. He should go to heaven.

How could they decide whether the man goes to Heaven or Hell...?

Recipe for Disaster

2006-04-11T21:19:00.000+08:00

1 teaspoon of Bio
3 1/2 cups of Chem
1 sprinkle of Econs
Now, mix them all together.

Pass over with 1 cup of ML.
Then, add a generous amount of PW
Next, pour mixture into a bowl of Lit.
Bake @ 196C for 1 1/2 years.

Top it all up with a headache lot of KI.
Best served cold.

Enjoy.

Love is a fallacy

2006-04-06T20:51:00.000+08:00

Read an essay on the exploit of an egoistic MCP. Too bad for the guy. One of the thing I learn, it's scary if ur gal learns KI. Jus scary...

Imagine if ya try to express your deepest feelin' to her...then she cuts ya off

Guy: y'are like the apple of my eye, the most beautiful object, I've ever seen. Since our 3 days together, I'm beginning to love...
Gal: ...that is a False analogy. For I am a gal, not an apple. Then, it's a Hasty Generalization for ya to love me jus after 3 days.

A big D in Dots!

The funny thing is, the gal in the story was initially bimbo-ish. =]

New terms:
Contradictory Premises
Hasty Generalization
Ad Misericordiam
Poisoning the Well

2006-04-04T21:12:00.000+08:00

Separation

Ashes blown, I remembered
Fire upon me, our life torn
Between us, no more, dismembered
That feeling of comfort is now long gone

I Submit To Thee, Darkness
Engulf Me, Flame deadlier
Take Me, Death Harness
Hold Me, Tighter

Logic I

2006-04-04T20:54:00.000+08:00

A bear decides to go hunting. It travels due south for 60km, due east for 60 km and then, due north for 60 km. It finds itself exactly where it began. Where is it?

clue: It's not in a forest. =]

Please give your answer at the 'scrolls' section

Found

2006-04-03T22:20:00.000+08:00

En Desperation

Cold, ever he lay
None by him
Called he did a name, none did answer
Vain, was his plea, vain

- ['quill]

beginnin' to pick up pieces of my past...or shud I...?

2006-03-22T13:41:00.000+08:00

Tarim Heart

2006-03-21T21:51:00.000+08:00

complication...is just a bundle of simples

clueless, again

give me Ice, and y'll make me happy for the rest of my life

a brief note.

2006-03-17T23:16:00.000+08:00

So said the mountains bleak
'O Muslims, remember. For yonder
death cometh; from Hud's depth.
Bliss good, fey to others. '
They crumble like the sands of time.

The Really Really Short Journey

2006-03-16T20:30:00.000+08:00

Gonna write a few accounts on my journey in Tarim and nearby...

1) Lost in Translation

2) Welcome to Mahat Badr

3) When I first entered Dar ul-Mustafa

4) Habib 'Umar

5) Meeting with the Muslim Westerners

6) The gathering of the Indonesians, in conversation with Habib Jindan

7) Visit to the grave of Prophet Hud, al-Habib Kadzim

8) if only I'd brought a cam along...

9) Fetchin' my sis

10) Huraidah, days before Eid ul-Adha

11) Eid ul-Adha after the Day of Arafat

12) A whole Friday...to Wadi Amn

13) The Students

14) The Grave

15) Tareem, a sentient city

16) About Singapore, from their views

17) Those Muslims, reborn. Of Danial abdulqadir and Mouss'ab

18) Of the cute little Birds and the cuddly Bees.

19) Ana, I, Aku, Je, Ich...International Diplomacy

20) A few prosaic poems, 'in the valley...Tarim'

21) They're His diplomats.

22) This is not goodbye.

23) The long way home. Really long.

24) Thus, it begins...

so far, these are the titles of my accounts throughout my whole journey. Each experience as unique as the other.

note: they're not chronologically arranged. Sumwhat, roughly. More installments may be included. and, unfortunately, I did not bring a camera. Manx...

Jihad to ya...

2006-03-16T20:26:00.000+08:00

What does that single word mean...? To ya.

last breath.

2006-03-06T15:26:00.000+08:00

remember, my dear ones...

he took his last breath. The angel of death greeted him. His soul ripped off the end of his fingernails...the good will see their blessed souls lifted from their foreheads, the cool sensation. While the evil does will suffer, death is lyk 70-knives...

then there's the questionings...in the grave.

Who is your Lord...?

And ya will answer...Allah is my Lord.

fail to say this...and suffer otherworldly pain, the venom of countless snakes. The heat of a-thousand volcanoes.

Manage and rest well,

Be assured, we have time...To us, my dear friends.

.home

2006-02-27T02:50:00.000+08:00

so I crossed the desert, the seas, and overland.

3 mths away from home, from this country into a place so surreal, the epitomy of innocence.

today is a new day. the first of many days yet to come. whence i will be tested...my nafs, my gulub and akhlak. insya-allah. may Allah save me, and my family, my friends - them brothers and sisters.

make doa for me...and please. please do forgive me.

.my journey

2006-01-21T03:55:00.000+08:00

2 mths away from home...and it seems lyk a few years

away from my beloved ones.
tis jus part and parcel of a tholib ul-Ilm, a knowledge seeker.

to tell my story here will take a long time, and I've only got a few mins here.

I travelled a lot...seriously, I'm lyk perpetually breathing dust and the desert sand.

studyin' in Dar al-Mustafa, one doesn't sleep. even in sleeping, we read our scriptures. every step you take, you remember life, death and the hereafter.

not only knowledge do we seek, we seek the purification of our tainted hearts, the souls and peace amongst humankind.

more of the philosophy when I get home, eventually. Insya-allah.

Travelling across the desert, my cloak gets dusty and my slippers wears out. my trusty shawl is a jacket, blanket, towel, mat, all in one.

now in Sana'a. To fetch my sister. Insya-allah, our trip will be safe.

to be continued...

- remember, my loved ones...the heart. tis not only the organ or the soul beneath. It is sumthin that can be changed. for the good or naught.

.the brotherhood

2005-12-19T22:00:00.000+08:00

this place is truly beau....the icy cold is murder and the heat is jus...almost unbearable.

I've climbed a few mountains...wake up early at half past 3 and sleep at midnight. lessons everytime...jus ilm (knowledge) everywhere in abundant.

hehe...and the women here are oh so respected and preserved...

and my sista's comin' in next year...so got to fetch her...the rule of 'mahram', accordingly.

to be continued...

2005-11-23T13:31:00.000+08:00

.voyage

2005-11-23T12:40:00.000+08:00

woah...jus realized that I'm leavin tonyt..not exactly though..the flight's tmr at 4:34 a.m. Siao. lol.

I still can't believe it. It's lyk a dream come true. Then again, I felt lyk as if I jus woke up from one. Into the better, I guess. Went to school todae, met my frens. Then met Si Liang and Hakeym at the MRT. I realized that I won't reallie be seein them for quite some time. Made our farewells, good guys.

Tmr, I'll be goin' to Sana'a. Transit at Bahrain first. Tryin' to rmbr all the instructions given by my dad.

1) look for an ATM that recognizes my card. (he's givin' me a debit as well, but that's for EMERGENCY purpose)
2) buy a prepaid handphone number
3) book transportation to Tarim-Hadramawt, Yemen
4) contact the headmaster

contacts:
Mazni
Ibrahim Osi-Efa
Muhammad Al-Attas
Major. Hussein from the Sana'a Police Deparment. [what the...?]

I'll be doin' lots of travellin' tmr.
Singapore to Bahrain - 7hrs
Bahrain to Sana'a, Yemen - 3 hrs
Sana'a - Tarim, Yemen - 9 hrs
Appx. Travellin' time - 20 hours...woah...that's lyk the whole day...hehe

bliss, manx. It'll be a bus trip from Sana'a to Tarim. So that's lyk the distance btwn S'pore and Thailand. Siao.

Fortunately, Islamic countries have their days off on Thursday and Friday instead of the usual Saturday and Sunday. So my lessons will officially begin on the 26th. One day for me to familiarise. So...where's my timetable...?

0345 hrs till 2300 hrs. *gulp*

well, I can get use to this. =] I'm goin to use my spare time...not really much though...I'm gonna use it to climb the plateau, jog...play soccer...and read my A-lvl books wit the help of guys there. Yeah, it's a boardin' school. So I have no worries on food. And I've seen the dorm rooms. Cool. Ahah. It's reallie comfy and has the Arabic ambience. Perhaps I shud oso take one day to sleep in the middle of the desert and ride a camel to a nearby village. =]

gues wat Hadramawt means. Death beckons (welcomes). Cool.

so...Hadramawt, here I come. Insya-allah, ya will receive me well.

- packing my luggage...

.finally

2005-11-19T09:38:00.000+08:00

it's over. Relief. =]

the end..?

2005-11-17T21:01:00.000+08:00

yeah, tmr's the last day of the Os...history and chemistry papers

for the past few days, it set me thinkin'...is the O lvl jus a bloody unnecessary examination...?

I mean, it acty made me wake up from my past slumber...i admit, it has this character buildin' thingy to it. I'm not sure wat, but I gues other peepz wud feel that without the O lvl, their lifes might be without a purpose, everyday we go to school then it all ends wit us writin the various papers and blablabla...

then again, maybe it's jus a bloody exam...

honestly, I cudn't wait for JC life..might be rather interestin'..hehe..new environ, to say so

but b4 next year really begins, I've to make some 'preparations'...to gain a valuable experience that I have been yearnin' for...so God wills...

hereby, I made it know to y'all that I will be goin' to attend an intensive course at an Islamic Linguistic Academy in Tarim-Hadramawt, Yemen from the 23rd till mid Feb...a fairly long time for me to reflect on life. I hope in this rather short stint, I will be able to learn much, experience, be independent and to come out a better man.

I've owaes wanted the chance to be a better man...this is a chance for me to repent. Alhamdullilah, syukran ya Illahi.

so the details goe to those who willeth to knoe...=]

a 1 mth intensive arabic course + islamic jurisprudence
and the rest of the many remainin' days studyin' under the noble teachers from the People of The House. Otherwise known as Ahlul Bayt. I wish, insya-allah, that I will be able to learn much under the descendants of the Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. May I experience what my sister and brother has experienced b4 me. I am jus a student; seekin' sacred knowledge.

So I bid ya, my cuzzins, my friends, to hope for my well-being and voyage to Yemen. And I ask ya to forgive me and to remember me. For there, I will discover myself. And I will return, a better friend. Amen.

- manx, I love ya guys...and gonna miss y'all so much...the brothers, the YAs, Victorians and those I knoe along the way...hehe....pains me to think that I'll be missin the SYA camp and the SECDC events...sheesh

.again

2005-11-09T20:42:00.000+08:00

Had English Paper today...was really tryin to be careful esp wit situational writin' which apparently screwed me durin' prelims. Sux, manx...obviously, I did the One Word Qn...

Fave Qn:

4) Marriage.

it's quite coincidental that I did IRK yterdae abt marriage..so yearh...basically I wrote a narrative locally based...was quite challenging..ahah...and after realizin that almost evryone did it, I felt uneasy...sure not gonna get gd marks...then there's compre...did it oh so carefully...and the summary..ahah..put quite an effort..maklumlah, O lvl kan. If I get B3 for English, syukur larh..but if I get a distinction, that'll be beta...insya-allah...

so tmr, I ade bio paper in the afternoon..did a paper...sleepy sia...then tmr sure kena blaja again...manx...a few more days of mental torture...I need some sleep...!

- no more feeling of emptiness

.continues

2005-11-08T23:55:00.000+08:00

IRK Paper II was fairly moderate, to honestly say...I had a few mistakes which I dun reallie lyk...

Fave Qn:

Why is marriage encouraged in Islam ?

well, I mentioned abt...

Preventing Zina (an act of commiting sexual intercourse outside marriage)
Continuity of progeny (preserving generations)
Expansion of Muslims (preserving the Ummah)
Partners to support each other (The wife is like a garden of beauty and peaceful solace and the husband is like a blanket that protects)
Rasullullah s.a.w. married as well. So it's obviously a good thing. Mentioned the Ahlul Bayt. And Khadijah r.a.

Hands almost died. [I guess I wud need a wrist band by the end of the day]

Tmr English...hrmm...must watch out my situational writing, compre and summary...must be fresh...sheesh...

- sleepy, so goin to sleep lorh...nites

.O lvl

2005-11-08T12:13:00.000+08:00

In the middle of my O lvl and all is well...I think [this madness]

Had IRK paper 1...was unexpected...I thot it's gonna be hard.

Fave question:
Which books were revealed to Prophet Musa a.s. and Prophet Daud a.s. ?

To think that I had this paper after Hari Raya was jus exasperatin'...went to lots of houses...as usual, went to my gran's house...met my cuzzins. Fun

Then had an open house on Saturday...woohoo...many peepz came from 2 pm all the way till 1 in the morn. Smoked lots of shisha the mornin' before. 'Studied' at my front porch wit my cuz, Syafiq, till lyk 4 in the morn. Was amusin'. Then had 'tuition' at his house on Sunday. Yterdae, I had Maths and SS. Maths was stupidly easy and SS was a relief for me.

Maths Fave Qn:

10 - 7.56 = __

SS Fave Qn:

How far did the discovery of a new trade route damage Venice's trade ?

Well...for once, I managed to end my essays perfectly...I didn't really answer the 1st qn on SBQ with satisfaction. Spent lyk almost 2 mins writin the answer for that. Didn't really wanna waste time.

And today, I'm havin IRK essay paper at 2..so that's lyk less than 2 hours from now and what am I even doin' here...?! =p

- rushin' to school...

.syawal

2005-11-02T22:41:00.000+08:00

the holy mth of ramadan has ended. sadly, we parted...till we meet again next year...

ramadan this year ended on a sad note again...lyk last year, someone I know died ryt before Aid-il Fitri....last year was a fren of mine from Silat..then this year's my mum's foster sister in law...my aunty, to put it simply...Allah bless their souls...

so, tmr...we reach a new beginnin', to those who have won against their nafs, they deserve the celebration, to those who doesn't, there's owaes next year, bro...it's not the end...death may come easily, and we don't knoe when our time is up. It is hard to think how easy the angel of death could pull our souls from our body. yet to live is harder still and Allah rewards his faithful servants well...may we be one of them, my sisters and brothers.

to my sisters and brothers in islam,

May Allah bless your souls, preserve your Iman, and grant your wants. I bid you all, Salam Eid-Ul Fitr Al Mubarak, may ya pardon me for my bad deeds that I have done upon you. From the depth of my soul, and myself, I ask your forgiveness, my dear friends. Please forgive me. For wateva wrong, y'ave done onto me, I forgive and forget as well. Thanx for bein there for me, and till we meet again next ramadhan. Insya-allah. Salam alaik wa salam eid-il-fitr al mubarak.

to my friends generally,
I ask again that you forgive me for my past bad deeds onto you. Wateva the wrong, I humble myself before ya to ask for your pardon. Thank you my frends, be you muslims or non-muslims. =] peace be to you, always.

- smokin shisha and settin my baju melayu...I'm ready I'm ready, I'm ready...!
Salam lebaran, ya akhi!

.forgive, forgotten

2005-11-01T12:12:00.000+08:00

Ashes blown, I remembered
Fire upon me, our life torn
Between us, no more, dismembered
That feeling of comfort is now long gone

Abandon, I was
Break me, and mend
Into the abyss, no cause
She came but went
I stood but a phantom

.rojak

2005-10-30T17:07:00.000+08:00

I watched TV yesternite. Full Circle: Leroy.

Really sad. sure, homosexualism is forbidden in Islam; the death punishment and the promise of hell. But how did he even become lyddat. His reason is rather reasonable. He was kicked out of his house by his father due to his peculiar behaviour. A good dad won't do that. A responsible muslim father would not do that. But he did. So the story ended nicely with the reunion between a son and his mother. Honestly, I did find some parts humorous. However, it is quite a pity that a young boy had to fend for himself into what he is now. Be it right or wrong. He was lucky to have a life now, at the least. Then what happen to the others...?

Well, I'll have to help myself to help others. We can't correct someone if we're wrong ourselves. We might not know it ourselves. I wouldn't know. So, I was wrong to laugh at the plight of others.

my indian neighbours are dishin' up sumthin for deepavali. I can swear the aroma of curry is in da house. Hehe. I mean, after a while, it's not so bad. Smells delicious actually.

world without zionism. what's that...?

- today's halloween too...cool.

.the night of power

2005-10-29T17:45:00.000+08:00

went to Al-Falah mosque yesternite. They had this programme for muslim youth. Boring? Well, not actually except for a few points which are rather disturbin'. Then they had this screening of a movie, Qaisy Wa Layla. Some malaysian production set in Afghanistan. Abt this Malaysian gal [layla] falling in love wit this Afghan guy [qaisy]. Typical enough...? Not quite. It's a love story based on Islamic principles. Now, that's interesting. Does such exist...?

Well, it does. However it is done in the most beautiful way. The forbidden love, as I like to view it. That is when no sinful acts are done, no cause for hate emerging. Surreal enough, yet possible. Though most people may disagree. Impossible, they would say. One can be so disappointed when one's lover says so. It is sad.

Dear Unbelievers, a relationship based on the knowledge that the other feels for you, and vice versa is enough. That I've learnt from one of you. A valuable lesson, in deed.

Dear Muslims, we are further challenged in Singapore. However, we can live as we are now WITH few changes. Can we afford this reform...? We cannot continue as we really are. We make mistakes, dear brothers and sisters. I make mistakes too, you know.

Sure you would ask...I would ask... - then how do we then marry...? How do we then really find the One...?

Our parents, our teachers, our elders would tell us to worry later. We have yet to really understand 'love'. We still have our exams, they say. I still do. =]

I do agree. We have yet to really understand 'love'.

But we ask again...
- then without going out, without meeting, without dating...how do we find our partner...?

And we have been answered - for He promises us; that to each ourself, there is the other. Like a pair of doves, we have the one that we deserve.

Now, look at yourself.

What do you deserve...?

- smelling the delicious aroma of Kak Diana's special home made Chocolate Chip cookies *yumyum* ^_^

.ramadhan

2005-10-27T13:19:00.000+08:00

the holy month of ramadan el-mubarak is almost over...*sobs* this month, I vowed to cleanse myself. Did I...?

In the absence of Syaitan, I fought a jihad against my nafs. To refrain from nafs is harder than physical warfare, as I discovered. The spears of lust, the arrows of sins and the barrage of temptations. My shield of faith; battered yet unworn, I thrive to forget the past. To attain Taqwa, I'm barely there. *sobs*

then after the holy month, rebirth. Another chance for me to continue...this ongoing battle of mine. This year, I attained a victory. Yet it was not easily won. I lost a few battles and hopelessness almost drowned me. I gathered myself. And resumed...

A qn: How do I want to die...?

death may seem a better path. tis not a destination. yet how do I want to die...?

to die in peace or pieces...?

or shall I ask myself a different question...

how do I want to live...?

[Ya Allahu, help your weak and sinful servant in dire need of help in this frenzied world. Ad-dunya majnun. Ya Allahu, please watch over mine family and preserve my progeny.]

- Forgive us, sinners. amen

.dreams

2005-10-26T14:02:00.000+08:00

ooh...I read an article on Lucid Dreamin'...kinda cool...check out wikipedia.org

[wikipedia is so good, I would read an article a day on it..I mean..sure, that's weird but yeah...]

so back to Lucid Dreaming...sounds wrong somehow...but after reading it...imagine bein' able to control your dreams...

personally...
boring: dream of lookin' at myself. Self-reflectin', literally...

syiok: dream abt bein' a vampire...go ard...hehe

next, will be enterin' someone's dream...imagine...I come into your dream and say 'hi'...hehe....IMO, u wud be so shocked, y'll wake up...

...nonsense

so I did malay karangan todae...oh manx, mati...so teruk lyk siao

hrmm...I shud think of what to really write on my blog...
1) on what I think...? [lyk no privacy]
2) prosaic works...? [lyk anione wanna read]
3) talk abt games...? [wat game...?]
4) progress for O lvl...? [...]

hrmm...

- Played Project Gotham. Broke record. =]