Im leaving to KL soon. 2145hrs is our bus ride. It'll be a 3 day event.

I would like to extend an apology to all those that I met in my span of 20 years.

Those whom I owe money to- but usually its the other way round- can refer to my bro Hasanul Arifin for claim of money.

I love everyone, and not to mention the kids in Africa.

To dad and mum, and bro n lil bros, pray for my journey, if anything happens, do sedekah me with fatehahs. Its gona be dark there in the grave.

To friends and all, life is nothing without compassion. Wealth blinds. Do help the poor, and the needy, and continue my story and revolution against oppression on women, and the weak. Remember the poor. Always remember the people who are in pain. While you are enjoying life, do take some time off to think about the children of Palestine, wishing that they could enjoy life just like you do.

And to those whom it may concern,

I Hazlami apologise for the words typed out. But still, it doesnt change the fact that hatred is implanted in your hearts, and you constantly live in fear. Yes, fear. Fear of people's perception on you. The anxiety that builds up in you drives the compulsion to change the emotional dilemma to a rational dictating action that well, suits your desire to make yourself perfect.

Every human drives towards perfection, as stated in the quran,

"Inna lillah hi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

What comes from Him will return to Him.

Return is inferred by the author as moving towards a certain objective.

While this is so, perhaps you must understand that it is a right for every soul to raise his or her objection. So I plead to you to act maturely, without us there is nothing.

I am a seargant once, and I am damn sure that the welfare of men is the most important thing.

Effective productivity comes from the cohesive and warm environment, where workers might treat it as a 'second' home. Meaning to say, it must have a similar trait to family characteristics.

And henceforth, as a family unit, one must support each other.

The key word here is support, and the author wishes to stress that factual observation.

Professionalism is derive from the acts of the ability to control and bring out the best possible potential from an individual.

The author suggest the readers to look carefully at the word, 'control', and stresses out that all that is said are moving towards are constructive criticism and not to negate or offend any parties.

Renungkanlah.

Whee, off to Kuala Lumpur!!

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Dad just went through a horrible surgery involving shit procedures to clear his airway, and that includes having his nose cut of surgically and clearing the god-knows-what inside, and closing the holes in his nose skull, wadever it is that is..

Hope he is ok, he looks horrible, like he got punched on his nose till it dropped off, but I know he is strong.

Anyways, work is a bitch. (edited version)

This part has been censored due to unforeseen circumstances in which it is regrettable, and the author would like to make a public apology to those who are involved.

continue..

Oh btw, the other day, I and Samir went to explore the Marina part of Singapore. And as a Sect Comm, I have failed in navigating ourselves from the FUP (Form-up-point) to the objective. Well, since when did I excel in navigation?! Heck. We got lost in Brunei leh.

We checked this quiet place called the Marina South Pier. Well ladies and gentleman, according to my observation, it is highly likely that couples without transportation would try to avoid that paritcular venue simply because- IT IS NOT ACCESSIBLE!!

Well, there is one road that leads there. And the place is fantastic.

Its a harbor, kinda like a mini version of Harborfront, but definitely beautiful because-

1) Its away from the city lights so having a nice view of the constellation is pleasing to the eye.

2) Its quiet, apart from the wheezing of the sea breeze and the occasional horns of small boats.

3) No mosquito, cz its at the top of the 3-storey building on a carpet grass.

4) Relax atmosphere, cz we saw a guy who apparently took advantage of it by mugging there.

5) Romantic getaway :)

Yups, and after that we headed to Singapore Flyer to explore.

The thing that makes a journey fun is not the value of the place we are heading at, but rather, the people going with you. And hell, since Samir is like Kumar, and im like Harold, so it is very 'animated' seeing two guys at each others throats laughing and shouting at army boys in the car saying, "ORD OH!" in public and laugh at political jokes along the way.

There is one incident I would like to highlight.

We checked out Popeye's @ SIngapore Flyer. There isn't a halal certificate. And we saw a family consisting of makciks and pakciks eating hungrily.

Samir + Hazlami + non-halal restaurant + a group of malay MUSLIM old dudes and chix
=

CHAOS!!

We were so close in informing the malay guy that it is not halal, whatever he is eating that is.

Not to mention the what ifs scenario..

"Eh makcik, eee makan babi! sedap tak? makan makan, at most masuk neraka resort pe.."

"Eh atok, sampai menjilat jari nampak? Taubatla cik.. dah tua, rambut dah putih, tak reti2 ke tu tak halal?"

"Korang ajar seh Popeye, basted seh, dah kafir tu buat hal kafir ah, asal nk letak racun dalam org Islam kita? pasal tu la perangai macam setan.."

Hahahahahha...

And we saw this woman who was in a wedding dress taking pictures at the Singapore Flyer. I do not know why, but Samir was astounded by her well-endowed bazonkas that filtered through his beady eyes. Took me sometime to reach out into his misty idea of how he wanted to have a good wife with um, heavy duty pair of batteries- haha to decipher that he actually like the woman in that dress. Of course, blame me for the pentium 2 celeron processors. duh.

Well, KL is gonna be fun. I hope.

But first my dad. He needs the family now.

Oh allah, do shine light upon our family, and pity us, for we subject our souls to You.. For you are, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful..

PS: btw, i love this song, keeps my feet in the groove.. :D like you just wanna sway with the heavy beats.. and shit, my legs are already starting to move!!?!

PPS: eh lana, i know you are reading this blog, haha, but really, it amazes me how nice you were, buying the shoes for Samir, what a thoughtful friend you really are.. and by my standards, you do have some class in fashion!

Pray for my dad yeah?

Think I have to redo this blogskin, its totally not colourful.

Slacked at Syirazi's house today, and guess what? I have this fleeting guilt as I caught his mum off guard- she was in like a one piece clothing or sumting, and Sam did tried to warn her of my presence to pray and eat.

Oh wth. And im grateful for their hospitality. Thanks dude. I got myself a 3rd home now, 2nd would be my room and the first I wun elaborate duh.

Im kinda tired now, and tomorrow is wanpee's last day at IRAS, so for the Brotherhood, me and Samir will go to work to show our support and tender loving care.

We had so much fun today. I'll blog about it later when im really in the mood.

The Adventures of Megus Hazimus and Samir Akhlaken *adapted from the movie 'Tiga Abdul'*

Seriously we make a good team.

He can be Harold, while I can be Kumar.

Reason?

He is after all, chinese looking. Haha.

And I look like a burnt chicken.

So period. Haha.

And Harold Syirazi nearly deserved the noose when he attempted to ask a Malay Family who were eating at Popeye's whether the restaurant is certified 'Halal'.

And its Kumar Zawawi and not Harold Syirazi that begged the latter not to make a fool out of himself haha!

But still, we explored a part of Singapore. Next up, KL.. and in the future, the WORLD!!

Haha.. mcm paham aku nih. I'll post pics on the next post.

And I promise you readers a better, entertaining stories of my social escapades as I gain more insights from the world.. And I'll start from this minuscule dot on the map called Bukit Panjang.. :D

Goodnight, and enjoy the song..

Maybe I just want to fly
I want live, don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Caution: Living forever doesn't actually mean drinking from the fountain of youth. Instead, why not see it as living the youths of your life free with an open heart and a far sight, and liberate yourself from narrow-minded anomalies that has shaped your mind and conquer your heart, making you live in a prison in a prison.

Life is a already a prison. Dun live your prison-driven life in another prison-dwelled bottle. :D
And this is directed to those who likes to point fingers and claims they have known you far enough and starts to audit your actions without actually hearing the full story. More like, taking a sip from a cup of coffee and spontaneously answer," Yo mama dis cuppa is delllicious!!"

And fail to see that the sweetener is still stuck on the spoon.

Mix it first, take 3 sips, smell the aroma, and then give your thoughts.

Though I do accept your constructive criticisms. Insya'allah, I'll change for the better. Ameen. I am a jerk, really.

Thank you, come again!

the CAGE

The cage was awesome.

The game was fantastic. Its been a while since I played soccer.

The artificial pitch is also fine, wasn't too wet nor dry. In fact I can shoot and do moves with ease.

Just that the crowd we are facing- we meaning me and Samir, are chinese dudes, and this dudes are there for a reason.

To win. And dat takes away the soul of the game.

I always believe in Joga Bonito, really. Arsenal is a direct epitome of such beauty. Well look at the way they play, less strength, more passing and depth.

But this bunch of guys just keep whacking. And hell I nearly injured my shin.

But still, that doesn't mean i didn't enjoy the game.. cz..

Samir and I were the best!!

Haha.. Samir is like a freaking bullet train dat doesnt stop playing- he runs here and there and all around, pressurising the opponent.

He scored like 3 ah. He has the stamina, realli. And his stamina even outwits me, the guy who gets gold for IPPT 2 times, and a natural athlete.

All though I wasn't in his team, and I didn't have the chance to go head to head with him, cz i mostly played right wing, there was one moment where he steal the ball from me, and he was suppose to play right forward. Darn.

Speaking of stealing, I actually did two moves dat i think im proud of haha. Mcm betol je.

I was pinned down in the right wing by this aggressive player, and since it is the cage, i was forced to play with the wall.

The guy tried to whack my legs, but i stop the ball with my left foot. And the ball is actually on my right. Get it?

I put my left leg diagonally towards my right, turn, lobang him, and tried a shot but missed. Haha.

If only I had the stamina like Syirazi, we cud make a great team.

He was like Gerard, controlling the game with excellant stamina and depth, while I was like Van Persie yg level 1 ah, trying to be flamboyant while doing moves.

Oh ya there is this one instance, dat I was the keeper, and Samir is the opposition team keeper.

I tried hitting the ball from my position, it went high and nearly went to the top corner of the post, but samir was on the ball.

Love Van persie sia. Woho!

Wanna play in the cage again, only that its exp. So I was thinking of playing soccer on the streets, but yet, not competitive game ah, but just skills and laughter.

Pancet seh kalau asek kene kejar bola hahaha!

Me and samir can really make up a gd team, me on the wing, he in the centre giving through passes. I get the ball, do some skills, gives him the ball and let him do the magic.

Power, it really takes the stress of my life away for a while.

And the going home part is lepak, he sent me home. Kan lagi senang? very thoughtful of him, respect brother ni seh, mana nak carik kawan yg sanggup go the extra mile for you?

And since we share common dreams, and character, he is alr in my circle of brotherhood, among the rest of my brothers like the army gang which includes, Taufiq, Azhari, Din, Wanpee, Izhar, my CCK brothers Kamarul and gang, and not forgetting my brothers in blood, best friend and the only one that gives me the brotherly hug- Md Hasanul Arifin.

I will not give up on you people. I will make you people proud. Someday. Somehow.

Let my journey begin!

Di mana bahtera ini engkau ya rabbi inginku pergi..
Di usung bahtera ini mengikut arus dan kencangnya ribut
dibedal dan di campak
berhampiran karam terjerumus..

Namun bahtera ini mampu berdiri lagi..
Dan ia meneruskan hebatnya hikayat dalam mata pena yg senantiasa menulis..

Allah huma ana!

Rasulullah S.A.W said in his hadith:
" He, who is not satisfied with Allah, has a worried soul and a troubled body."

"Now surely the friends of Allah-- they shall have no fear nor shall they grieve. They shall have good news in this world's life and in the hereafter; there is no changing the words of Allah (decree); that is the mighty achievement. And let not their speech grieve you (oh Muhammad); surely might is wholly Allah's; He is the Hearing, the Knowing. (Yunus: 62-65)

Hence i have no fear, abang.. All that is are willed by Allah, and no matter what, I'll reach my dreams to help His people and give back what is not mine.

Innallah ha ma'as sabirin. Amin.

Salam.