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So, in conjunction with the band's "Kill Bill" theme I decided to change things up around here a little...
This is only part of the theme that I got to work, will edit more a little later (and then this post can go into the trash... hehe)

As a reference, our soon-to-be new blog header!

EDIT: Changed the blog picture!


Hey guys! Naito here!

So if you know anything about us by now, you'll know that we're ex-STF bandgirls (ahehehehe)... and the band has just finished a round of furious performing on July 5th. NATCOMP!

Izyan couldn't make it, but I made a short vlog about our (my) experience staying with the band as a volunteer so she'll feel like she's right there with us ;u; I've been meaning to do a behind-the-scenes sort of thing involving the band just to give a glimpse of what band life is like - this is a more personal portrayal of what it's like to be an STF Band supporter, out on the field helping the kids get up on their feet and hit the ground running.

Most of the videos are really raw - I didn't cut anything out between clips, so that I could capture the candidness of the atmosphere. This is what it was like to be down there, though my only regret is that I didn't take enough videos, haha. :3

I've had the best two days of my life - and I hope the atmosphere and spirit of the band and its supporters continues to be this strong forever.




And now to the bloggy stuff! Photo time!
(click to see full size)

Painting the Color Guards' flags on the morning of the competition

The band in the holding area, awaiting the go-ahead for rehearsal



0711 volunteers on rehearsal day

Mommy Zera and the emergency bassdrum skin



Percussionists!

The 0711 batch reunited

Loyal supporters!


There were a few people helping out with the props, markers, and all... Those officially-called 'helpers' were issued tags so that we could come in without tickets (though honestly they never checked properly..)

Helpers Zera and Naito

Gemuruh jiwa!



The stadium as seen from our seats

All bands at the stadium, waiting for results

Welcome to NATCOMP/MWBC 2013!




And as promised, the vlogs!



Behind-the-scenes: Day 1

Behind-the-scenes: Day 2 (Game Day)

STF Band NATCOMP Performance





SPIRIT SOLID SMART!

He gave humans two, in fact: one left brain, one right brain. One to handle logic, and another to deal with emotion.
Then He gave humans something other animals did not possess: wit, otherwise known as 'akal'.

Let us ponder this fact for a while. No other animal on Earth has such a thing, this wit. Wit is not "intelligence" - I'm sure you'll agree that birds who can make tools, monkeys who can learn sign language, and dugongs who can blow bubbles in the shape of rings are intelligent. Wit does not mean "emotion", either - cats can feel fear too, as you threaten them with your boot. Wit is an amazing thing - it is our conscience, our logic, our inventiveness. It is what drives the human race to be much more advanced than other animals, what helps the human race acquire civilization.
Question is, why us humans? Why not gorillas, who are much stronger and just as capable as humans in decision-making? Why us, the human race, with our naked skin and soft flesh and laughable teeth and 'claws'? We could easily be bested by other species, given the fact that we have such little protection, not even tough skin or sharper teeth.

When you think about it, there are a lot more other species more worthy of acquiring this wit instead of us. Because, without it, we would already be extinct.

Surely Allah gave us wit for a reason. He wants us to use it. He even gave us the responsibility of being leaders to all other species, of caring  for the Earth. Well, that's quite a big planet, if you ask me; and caring for it is a big responsibility.

Let's come to the present. Mankind invented the Internet, this magical thing that disseminates information like crazy. People from opposite ends of the Earth can reach each other without a problem. Everyone can share whatever they feel like sharing - thoughts, ideas, facts, outbursts, and so on. Stuff that other animals can never even dream of doing.
Pretty amazing, huh?
But there's danger there. Such free trade of ideas can become misleading. Ideas and fact blend together, and pretty soon it gets hard to differentiate what is real and what is not. The loudest people on the Internet become the most influential, even though there are millions others who are far more intelligent and more worthy of being followed, and who are ignored because they do not have a voice as strong. And every lie they spread, every misconception, every false truth, is gobbled up and taken wholeheartedly by those who keep up with these noisy people.

Enter the Information Age. Advances in technology are now being made solely to improve communications on a global scale. Typing on your phone becomes as easy as talking to someone else. You're cool if you know the latest trending videos on YouTube, and you're weird if you still primarily listen to the radio. 'Fitting In' online becomes a desirable thing, something that every person strives for, something so important it starts to replace personal, face-to-face relationships and interaction. And again, the best way to be recognized is to follow the strongest voice you find, even if that voice speaks of lies.

So where are we going with this? You may ask. What does this have to do with anything?

In the light of the spreading of what I call "collective consciousness", I find myself increasingly irritated with the horde of people who just follow what their 'leaders' say, without question, without thinking for themselves. If they support this guy, for example, everything he does is right, and anyone who doesn't think so is lambasted with insults. It's not good for the very human trait that is tolerance, regardless of differences (no, I don't think any animal would accept a member of their kind who has an extra eye, thank you). It's also not good for your brain - because all you're doing is following, none of the two hemispheres of the brain are functioning very much. In fact, I bet it's only the impulsive part of the brain that is activated at all.

What happened to wit?

As I said, Allah gave us wit for a reason, and the reason is for us to use it. There is a reason why He gave us the capacity to form our own personalities, our own opinions, our own values on what we believe is right or wrong. He gave us two sides of our brain so that when we make decisions, we can take into account the logical, 'best' way to make them, and also how we feel about what we are about to do. Pair that with wit, and you've got a being who can make important moral decisions that may possibly impact the way that being lives. And that's what allows humans the strength and capacity to be responsible for planet Earth.

All I'm saying is that every person should remember that Allah gave us all wit for us ALL to use. We should make our OWN decisions, instead of blindly following the crowd. And in making those decisions, we shouldn't rely on just the emotional side of the brain, or just the logical side; in order to make an effective decision, we should use both. Just because something angers you doesn't mean it's wrong, and just because something breaks the law, it doesn't mean it's unmoral.

Before you make your decisions, stop for a while and think. Find out (by yourself!) the truth, the WHOLE truth, from unbiased and clear-cut sources, not the truth as shown through the lens of another individual/group. With what you know, weigh it against your wit and your values, and find out what you feel based on what you have found. Once you've found the whole truth, you might find that killing a cat isn't so wrath-inducing to you anymore; once you know that the cat was ailing and in pain, and it had no family to go to or no way to get better. Still, you might think it is wrong to take a life. And that's perfectly fine - that's your OWN value after all. Some people have different values, and they might think differently.

Just because your decision is unpopular, it doesn't make it wrong. You have your own thought processes, your own values, your own way of looking at things. Never, NEVER undermine your own decisions solely on the basis of what other people think - but at the same time, be open as possible to others' takes on what you view. Never let YOUR voice be drowned in the voice of collective consciousness if you believe you are in the right. But at the same time, do your OWN research and come to your OWN conclusions. Know all the facts before weighing your values and feelings towards something, and never let anything else influence your view on what you know to be the truth.

Long story short, study before you make a decision, and stick to it if you know you're right, even if people disagree. We are all born with wit, and we ALL have the right to use it.

Cheerios,
Hikari Naito

by HikariNaito

So I'm really late on the info portal, I know... (Aina and Izyan are much, much more active than I am, and I believe you already know what's going on in their lives, heh) Anyways, this post is just to inform you guys that I'm currently studying at INTI International University, Nilai, under a MARA scholarship (Alhamdulillah)... If all goes well (Insyaallah), I'll be flying to the United States by August, to the University of Wisconsin-Madison to pursue Software Engineering (well, the course description is officially 'Computer Science', but I know what I really want!).

First of all I'd really like to thank my parents (to no end!) for endlessly supporting me, for helping me out, for kicking me in the ass when I most needed it, for always being there even though I disappointed them on a few occasions... The list goes on forever. I'd take up a terabyte of text just to attempt completing that list, perhaps more.

Next. I'm really, really thankful to MARA for offering me this opportunity to expand my borders. Without the sponsorship, my parents would be forced to use their money on me.... and in the process, sell our cars, the beds, the Xbox, the tv, the house itself... and there wouldn't be any more left for my sisters to continue their education. I may be many things, selfishness being one of those things, but no way in Heaven or Hell could I let my sisters lose out on that opportunity because of me. I'd willingly drop out of university if it means all my siblings could have the chance to do what I'm doing now - chasing my dreams.

And I'd be damned if I put all my countrymen's tax money to waste - by wasting my education, or keeping it to myself. Even if I find that I like living in the States much, much more than living at home, I would come back to Malaysia. Our country needs more educators, more people who can show their fellow countrymen that no matter what profession they're in, they have the power to bring good to the world. And that dreams can really come true.

Aina, for example, dreams of being a psychologist. I honestly don't understand why people say being a psychologist is 'kerjaya picisan', as she put it (in fact, loads of MARA students in INTI want to be psychologists). Psychologists like Sigmund Freud, who was particularly interested in the human subconscious, influenced the Western world and helped that world to advance. Other psychologists, in general, hold noble jobs - they can coax people out of depression, help the mentally ill reconnect with their families (do you know how hard it is to live with a mother who has dementia? Look up The Crooked Man, a Wolf RPG game, on YouTube), and basically improve the quality of life of these people so they can be able to experience happiness.
How on earth is giving happiness to people a lame thing?

Izyan is going to be a French language teacher. So you think that's lame? Well, you haven't been to Paris during winter now, have you? When you learn a foreign language, you're not just learning the words - you absorb their culture, understand their minds, and appreciate the diversity/moral values/beliefs that the speakers of the language bring. She is currently studying the language of an advanced country, whose people are gifted with creativity and really good fashion sense. And when she comes home, she'll be the one spreading the values she learned from the City of Love. She'll be teaching her students a whole new way of thinking, expanding their minds past blind homework and Add Maths (hehe, sorry Pak Yem (/゚Д゚)/ ). Teaching kids to be open-minded is the best thing one could do, no matter what kind of teacher you are.

Me? As I said, I'll be a software engineer. Sounds great, right? Big paycheck and everything? Well, what if I told you that I'm planning to enter the gaming industry?
Elders used to teach their children and grandchildren moral values and life lessons through storytelling. You know never to talk badly of them or disrespect them because they hold wisdom that is many times greater than your own age. People progressed, and invented the radio and television - storytelling mediums that make you laugh, make you cry, make you cower in your beds, and make you remember never to leave your house door unlocked as you go out. More progress - and lo and behold, the console was born.
Now I live with a gamer dad (who taught me how to handle the computer, the PS2, the Wii, and now the Xbox 360) - and based on that you'd probably think, "Oh, of course she's a gamer, her parents play too." Yes they did (Mom loves the Xbox Kinect and Wii!), and supporting my being a gamer is one of the biggest things in my life that I will forever be thankful for. I learned many of my life lessons and formed principles because of the games I played - I used to want to be a policewoman because I believed in protecting justice,  I really value my friends because I believe that friendship conquers all, I believe in outer space and aliens and dragons... oops did I go off track?... The point is, games taught me a lot of things as I grew up.

Back to the topic. The best games tell a story - ranging from cliches like a warrior saving a princess from timeless evil to more current goings-on like soldiers preventing terrorist attacks that could destroy countries. Sometimes an odd game or two pops up - games about the aftermath of an apocalypse, games where your character is already dead and is fighting to be reborn, games about ancient mythology... the list goes on. All interesting as, let's say, movies on the same topics... but the difference is that, with games, you are the main character. You are the person controlling the story. All those events aren't just happening to the character; in a way, they are happening to you, too. The level of immersion you get with games is what causes you to break down in tears when Lee (from the Walking Dead game) is forced to die, what makes you jump in ecstatic happiness when, finally, Sora is reunited with Kairi (in the Kingdom Hearts series), what keeps you on the edge of your seat when Neku attempts to kill his own partner Shiki (from the NDS game The World Ends With You). Therefore, they are more effective ways to spread moral values and wisdom from expert researchers and old-timers. They let you experience what it must really feel like to fight in a war, for example, and give you a taste of what it's like to put your life on the line for the sake of your family or the ones you love.

I really want to be a part of that. To create game engines like the Unreal Engine already powering many games on the market, or the Crytek engine behind the amazing fluidity and graphics of the Crysis games. Oh, and you know what would be really, really cool? I want to be on the first team to bring virtual reality gaming - real VR stuff, not just a camera like the Kinect! - to the household. To program what you feel in your fingers as you touch something, to immerse you in the sights of a completely different world around you, to give weight to your virtual boots as you trek through the jungles of an Avatar-esque planet. Imagine the possibilities!

Of course, if I could design/get to use a holographic storage device that could read and write hundreds of terabytes of data on a pendant-size crystal, that'd be a big plus, too. I heard Nintendo's going to be the first videogame company to use the technology.

Anyway, this is just another rant. The point is, follow your dreams no matter what!

Geek Naito out!

Assalamualaikum. Salut à tous les mondes

orite, just want to drop by for a while to let out my stress.I just begin my new semestre in my college (pon boleh) and so far berjalan agak lancar.
Not like before, kali ni setiap penuntut semester kali ni diminta memilih tajuk subjek sendiri. So, di sini agak mencabar sedikit sebab sebagai penuntut baru, Yan kene bersaing dengan pelajar yang lebih advance dari Yan yang agak masih merangkak di sini. Alhamdulillah, Yan tidak menjadikan ini sebagai alasan untuk Yan menjadi seperti ikan bilis di dalam lautan yang besar, tetapi Yan menjadikan ia sebagai satu anjakan paradigma untuk terus mencapai cita-cita yang diimpikan.
So, kali ni Yan nak share about satu subjek yang Yan rasa teruja nak share dengan semua orang.

Pratique l'écriture créative. I just love to be a writer but technically for now, so not very convinient mungkin sebab ada lah sikit-sikit ke-khilafan Yan. Insyaallah Yan nak juga at least try . Dalam kelas ni, Yan akan belajar cara-cara membuat penulisan creative but of corse it is in french. Yada2

Now, i just wanna share some poem that i just wrote. I know nobody can understand....but just like i said before, i just wanna share


C'est lui qui  n’est jamais  de retour  <c’est lui que j’aime>

J’étais  très contente de me rappeler notre jours ensemble ;

Quand il m’a fait de rire ;

Je souriais ;

Quand il m’a demandé ;

Je lui répondais ;

Tout simple ; tout court ;

 

Je suis la femme trop dur pour il me comprendre ;

Mais  il m’a dit que il m’aime très beaucoup ;

Il m’a regardé ;

Il m’a parlé ;

Je pleurais ;

J’avais peur d’il partir ;

J'espère qu'il ne me laissera pas ;

Mais c’était juste mon rêve très sympa.

 

 

Devant moi sur la table bois;

Son lettre sur blanc et noir ;

Je l’ai  regardé ;

Je l’ai  lu ;

Dans ses mots je suis perdue ;

C’est mon amour  qu’était disparu.....






 

Assalamualaikum
 
Anak adalah hadiah dari Allah .
Adakah kita sebagai anak merasakan bahawa ibu dan ayah kita adalah hadiah yang amat berharga dariNya??
 
The Wedding Dress
just watch this awesome movie.
 
I am not making a drama review or anything. It just i wanted to share the "thing" that i get from it.
 
Technically, I am not a korean drama lover aka KPOP
 
Thanks to my friend syiqa for suggesting me this movie, i cracked into tears..
 
It tought me a lot. It made me think a lot of what i've done in life. Especially to someone we used to take for granted a lot. Our MOTHER. *owh, mata masuk habuk T.T*
 
IBU......
UMMI......
MAK......
MAMA......
MAMI.....
MOM......
MAMAN<---ca c'esten francais
 
 
These words.
 
One important word.
 
Not just a word.
 
It's a person.
 
 
People said, absent makes heart grows fonder.Same goes with mother. Without mother, i felt lost. I felt miserable. She used to give me advices. Share her wise opinions. Be there when i cracked into pieces. Sacrafice everything just to fulfill their kids' desires.
 
But then,
 
After all the hardness we've been through..most of us will likely to take them for granted. Said their opinion was lame. They don't understand us. Or maybe if they are late in giving response, we might think they just putting other thing first than us. We think that they are being selfish.
 
Now,
 
WHO IS THE ONE WHO SELL THE FISH??
*joking*
 
The kids. I don't know if other people had ever thought something like this.BUT if you really did, I'm begging you....Do STOP!! S'il vous plait!!!
 
After watching this movie *am i repeating??*
i cried a lot. I re-think again of what i've done in the past. What were my behaviour to my mom. am i taking her for granted?
 My hand quickly dialed her number wishing she would pick up her phone.Hearing her cherished voice, i bursed into tears. Allah, how i missed that voice. How i missed to watch her face. How i missed so much to be near to my" heaven". My "heaven" is beneath her feet. And now, miles away i am separated from my "heaven". I missed the way she used to stroke my hair. Now i am far away.
 
To my beloved mom. I don't know if you will read this. and if you this you might thinkit might be another nonsense of mine sharing my thought and feelings. But honestly, i want the world knows *if everyone ever read it* that i am proud to be you daughter. Thank you for everything that you had done. Allah is my witness of everything that i feel, i think and pray for you.
 
To all mother in the world,thank you for raising us as your child.
Hadith from Rasulullah s.a.w
 
. The Prophet Muhammad said, may Allah's peace and blessings be upon him: Your Heaven lies under the feet of your mother (Ahmad, Nasai).
 
 A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your father. (Bukhari, Muslim).

 

To all children, please appriciate your mother. Without them we are nothing.

Then, respect your father too.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



Assalamualaikum :)
 
 
Yup, it almost few hours left before we are going to leave 2012
Alhamdulillah, dalam setahun yang mempunyai 365 hari ni, Allah telah memberikan kesempatan buat Yan mengenali erti kehidupan . Selama ni kita berada di tampuk keselesaan tanpa kita sedar. But again
, "ketentuan Allah itu sangat cantik"
 
Yan redha dengan ketentuan ini. Bak kata orang putih...GO WITH THE FLOW.
Bermula dengan result SPM, then Allah takdirkan Yan gi UTM, jumpa kawan2...a bit drama happened here..huhu
Of coarse, after went to INTEC. There, a huge impact occured in my life. Mungkin time tu nak bwat preparation to oversea, so pemikiran lain sikit. I learnt to love ISLAM better than i had before. Yan bersyukur dapat kawan2 yang sangat perihati lagi penyayang. And at last, we all through the same life together in FRANCE!!
 
Sekarang, berpijak di bumi asing.....banyak dugaan dan cabaran. Namun mungkin berkat doa dan usaha semua orang, setakat ini kami pass. Alhamdulillah.
 
Dikurniakan lecturer yang awesomes...rakan2 yang boleh dianggap macam mak ayah kiteorng dalam kelas (sebab we all paling muda) segalanya berjalan lancar. Proses pembelajaran tidak terganggu langsung. Di sini juga Yan nampak kebesaran Allah...sebab although we are different in physical, but most of us comes with the same aim, TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE.
 
Kesimpulannya, setiap perkara yang berlaku dalam 2012 ni, mungkin akan sentiasa tersimpan dalam kotak memori dan andai sejarah itu berulang lagi, Insyaallah Yan akan lebih bersedia menghadapinya kerana pengalaman merupakan guru yang terbaik .
 
So, buat insan2 yang disayangi selalu di TANAH AIR,
 
saya,
 
 Izyan Syuhada Ishak menyusun 10 jari memohan ampun dan maaf atas segala kesilapan yang telah dilakukan dan semoga 2013 ini membawa lebih keberkatan dalam persaudaraan kita.
 
 
 
 
 
Salam sayang dari saya di bumi Besancon, France
 
 
 
 
classmates 2012
 
rakan-rakan yang sentiasa menyokong dalam menjalani liku2 kehidupam..may ourfrienship last till jannah. (farah, tiada dalam gambar)
 
 

Life is a long way journey......




Lepas re-run Hot Guys Who Cook (2 episod sekaligus.homaigadd!!) dekat Diva tadi, tiba-tiba keluar iklan promo Downtown Abbey.Aku tak tertarik sangat pun dengan drama tu,tapi yang bestnya lagu time promo drama tu.lagu tu memang fuhh...






Ni lah Milos Karadaglic.tang yang milo tu je yang aku ingat,sebab tu aku boleh hafal nama dia.wakaka..oh ya,abaikan tango dance yang super seductive kat video ni.aku dengar lagu dia je.

Anyway,bagi aku lagu ni memang best dan disebabkan aku tak de la minat sangat lagu-lagu pop sekarang yang sedap didengar kat melodi je tapi bila teliti balik kat lirik,pergh..paham-paham sendiri je la.Sebab tu aku lagi suka dengar muzik macam ni.Instrumental.Tak pun orkestra.lagi fokus bila nak buat kerja or mungkin sebab aku dah ada music background yang genre macam ni agaknya.

Kadang-kadang kalau aku nak mentally torture roommate aku atau Hani yang suka bertandang ke bilik aku,aku pasangla lagu-lagu macam ni.

Lepas tu sure diaorang buat muka pelik ala-ala gaya macam aku pasang lagu orang asli. =.=

*kalau dengar lagu ni dekat Besancon,lagi feeling kot.pfftt..dedicate Yan.and dedicate to Mai yang memang pro main gitar


Sebenarnya...dah lama aku rasa jealous dekat kakak-kakak senior aku.Ya,jealous atau dalam bahasa melayu, cemburu.Yang memang sure,aku memang jealous dekat senior-senior aku merangkap seniors aku jugak waktu dekat STF.Kak Liyana,mantan naib ketua pengawas and straight A's student.Sekarang cantik dengan bertudung labuh.Bukan tudung bawal yang kononnya tutup melitup aurat yang memang jadi trend dekat Malaysia ni tu ya,ini tudung labuh bidang 50.Kak Wardah,senior aku jugak kat sekolah dulu.Hmm..seingat aku dulu dia ahli PKBM (L) a.k.a kadet laut a.k.a PK.Nak jadi PK ni bukannya senang,kira tough gilala siapa yang masuk dan stay sampai grad.Kak Wardah ni pun straight A's jugak time SPM dulu.Sekarang,Kak Wardah ni ahli IPI,Ikatan Pelajar Islam kat KMS dengan Kak Liyana.Nampak tak bezanya tu?Kak Farzana,pengawas,staright A's student dan juga seorang STFian.Dia memang cantik,friendly..memang prefect yang perfect la.

Kenapa aku jealous?

Dulu time sekolah,kenal pun sebab memang senior..dan kebiasaannya aku memang tak rapat dengan senior.Sebab aku bukan kaki kipas mungkin.Tapi masuk je KMS,bila lihat dengan mata sendiri transformasi senior-senior aku ni.Masyaallah!Kak Wardah,Kak Farzana dengan Kak Liyana memang lain sangat-sangat.Serius,aku terkejut sebenarnya tengok dia orang masa mula-mula masuk KMS dulu.Cantik sangat dia orang bertudung labuh.Serius.Sungguh tak tipu.Bersihnya muka dia orang,dah lain daripada yang aku pernah kenal dulu.

Masa time nak daftar dulu,biasa la.Gaya STF la,selempang tudung.Muncung tudung kena sharp weh,gaya tradisi turun-temurun tu.Tapi bila dah masuk sana,semacam rasa malu pulak bila biarkan tudung berselempang tak menutup dada.Sekarang ni dah masuk dunia baru,fasa baru.Dulu sekelas dengan perempuan je,sekarang sekelas dengan lelaki perempuan.Kot ye pun dulu tiba-tiba datang angin malas nak pakai tudung,boleh je free hair melenggang ke kelas tapi sekarang dah tak boleh.Serius,aku rasa malu bila aku selempang tudung.Rasa macam tak pakai apa-apa padahal bertutup.

Bagi sesiapa yang membaca entri ni dan berjantina perempuan,pernah tak rasa macam tu?Bila mana kita ingat kita dah tutup aurat setutupnya padahal sebenarnya tak sempurna lagi.

So, sejak tu aku dah tak selempang dah.Aku tukar gaya tudung aku.Dari selempang ke butterfly.Korang taula butterfly tu gaya apa so aku tak payahla nak kena buat hijab tutorial pulak kat sini.pffftt..Tak pun bila aku malas sangat nak berpin bagai,aku biar lepas ke bawah je tudung aku.Confirm sesangat boleh tutup apa yang patut.Boleh jugak search kat google kalau tak tau tudung tu apa.Kalau tanya kat UAI pun lagi bagus.

Dulu pernah aku stop kat kedai buku,nak singgah kejap beli majalah.Iyalah,stop la kan kalau naik kereta.Dalam duk aku tengah tengok majalah-majalah yang ada kat situ,tiba-tiba je ada motor lalu..

"Peeewiitt!!!"

Mak aii,takkan Harimau Malaya turun main bola dekat sini kot sampai dengar bunyi wisel tak pasal.Aku pandang kiri,memang sah bukan Rajagopal yang tiup wisel tapi ada dua ekor (may i say "ekor"?) malaun yang tengah mebonceng motor,pandang tepat kat aku.Aku pandang lagi kiri kanan aku.Tak de orang lain..memang aku la yang kena ni.Tapi aku fikir lagi sekali,waktu tu bukannya aku berseluar jeans ketat ke apa ke,aku pakai baju kurung siap tudung lepas bawah lagi.Ayu gitu..ahakss.Tapi keayuanku bukanlah di tempat pertama yang aku fikir waktu tu.Tempat kedua mungkin.

Waktu tu aku rasa malu sebenarnya,nampak sangat even aku pakai baju kurung dengan tudung gaya macam tu,still ada lagi orang yang durjana merendah-rendahkan martabat keperempuanan aku ni.Nak middle finger ke apa??Ingat aku pakai macam ni,aku ni ala-ala gadis pingitan yang hanya mampu tersenyum malu ke?Tapi dari situ,aku sedar yang aku ada kurang lagi kat gaya aku.Tak cukup lagi syarat-syarat menutup aurat baju aku ni.Cuba kalau aku pakai baju kurung yang longgar sikit,dan tak bertabaruj,ada ke lelaki-lelaki yang tak bertamadun tu nak buat macam tu?

Dan sebelum tu,dah ada beberapa insiden yang lebih kurang sama...teguran dari-Nya,mungkin.

Alhamdulillah bila dah bertapa nak menghabiskan A-level dekat KMS ni,bukan ilmu dunia je aku dapat.Nak dapat peluang belajar ilmu agama tu banyak sangat.Tinggal nak dengan tak nak je.Antara nak melayan marathon movie dengan mendengar ceramah agama dekat surau.Antara nak bukak novel dengan surah Al-mulk je.Antara nak kuak lentang dengan selesa atas katil atau join solat jemaah kat surau.Serius surau KMS ni best,banyak pengisian yang super best antara waktu Maghrib dengan Isyak.Rugi gila la tak datang surau.

Dan sememangnya aku jealous bak hang dengan senior-senior aku tu.Aku nak berubah ke arah yang lebih baik,sekurang-kurangnya aku nak start dengan pakai tudung yang sepatutnya.Bagi yang sudi baca,doakan aku berjaya untuk berubah.

May Allah bless you as well.Amin


















Setiap saat yang berlalu.
 Berlalu tanpa disedari betapa pentingnya waktu.
 Tatkala badan dibuai kelalaian duniawi.
Tanpa mengendahkan  ukhrawi yang pasti.
Aku tenggelam di saat itu.
Aku sesat di jalan berliku.
 Menyesali setiap langkah yang berlalu.
Digapai ia tiada guna.
 Kini tangisan luka merana mengisi jiwa.
Andai aku sedar dari dulu.
 Tidak akan ku sia-siakan waktu mudaku.
 Tatkala maut menanti ajal.
Tiada guna buat si gagal.

 


Pen Pilot di tangan yang menjadi peneman mencoret nota diletakkan disisi buku nota merah yang kini dipenuhi contengan yang bermakna. Mata yang kelihatan kuyu itu dialihkan dari skrin komputer  ACER 14 ” milik hakikinya. Badan nan lesu dek  bersandar di kerusi nan usang buat lantaran belajar di meja yang entah apa usianya, diregangkan bagi melancarkan peredaran darah. Penat…. Jam digital yang setia terpapar di muka komputer kesayangan menunjukkan jam 2 pagi. Masih awal untuk membawa diri ke alam mimpi selagi ilmu yang dipelajari belum cukup masak untuk difahami. Itulah kenyataan kehidupan seorang insan yang bergelar pelajar.

Alexander Daneesh.

Pelajar jurusan architecture. Rajin . Peramah. Bijak. Lengkap ciri-ciri nak dijadikan calon suami bagi gadis-gadis genit di sekeliling kota mahupun desa. Ditambah pula berdarah kacukan Turki-Perancis , memang tiada peluang lelaki lain nak ambil peluang mencairkan hati gadis sunti jika dia ada di tempat itu. Persis melihat sesuatu keajaiban apabila melihat wajahnya yang tampan itu berada di depan mata. Adakah begitu tampannya Nabi Yusof A.S...Wallahu ‘allam.

 

Namun begitu, bukan itu yang perlu dibanggakan buat empunya diri yang cukup sederhana orangnya.  Pernah dididik dalam keluarga atheis, dia seakan-akan goyah dalam pegangannya ketika itu. Kosong, jiwanya kosong, rapuh sekali pendirian diri umpama rapuhnya kaca yang dari silicon yang nipis, menanti masa untuk retak. Dia masih mencari . Ketenangan yang abadi. Kebahagiaan yang hakiki.... Maka bermulalah pengembaraan mencari erti hidup sejati.
 

 

Kedengaran muzik rancak memenuhi ruang yang sempit lagi melemaskan. Dipenuhi dengan manusia pelbagai gelagat. Ada yang menari meniru gaya artis entah dari tamadun mana, kadangkala membawa langkah tidak rupa manusia, apatah lagi haiwan . Si dara seronok di pangkuan si teruna, bermesra bagai  tiada istilah menjaga batas pergaulan dalam hidup mereka. Botol-botol berisi air kencing syaitan itu diteguk tanpa ragu-ragu, ditambah lagi selagi badan tidak rebah di kaki lima . Begitulah permandangan di sebuah kelab ternama di sebuah bandar metropolitan yang gah diterangi cahaya lampu-lampu neon yang digubah cantik membentuk pelbagai corak dan rupa, megah menerangi malam kota yang hidup.

Di suatu sudut, seorang anak muda merebahkan badannya yang sasa, dibelai manja gadis-gadis  yang mungkin seusianya, menikmati jiwa muda, katanya sementara masih ada. Inilah mungkin kehidupan yang dicari. Jauh dari kongkongan ibu bapa yang kolot. Tiada halangan melakukan sesuatu. Bebas.... Ungkapan yang ingin diluahkan mungkin hu..nikmatnya dunia orang muda....

“Alex honey, give me your time for me baby..tonight maybe......”

Manja. Gadis putih gebu itu diperhatikan.Susuk tubuh yang molek lagi mengiurkan itu seolah-olah membangkitkan  niatnya mahu menikmati detik-detik kelelakian sejati . Terdetik suatu perasaan yang membara. Tiada siapa yang dapat menghalang. Tambah mengharukan, rakan-rakan sekepala memberi dorongan menghasut . Maka terjadilah satu peristiwa, manusia tidak mengenal dosa. Janji kerana cinta dunia tercipta. Si gadis menggadai mahkota, si teruna sasa pandai bermain kata. Tiada guna juga rakan si durjana pemberi nasihat yang sia-sia.
 
 

 
             Peristiwa itu. Terimbas kembali dalam ingatan. Segera dilafaz kata untuk kembali kepadaNya. Dalam hati dia derita. Derita kerana mengenang ada satu bebanan sesalan tak tahu apa puncanya. Betapa dia jahil. Betapa dia kerdil dalam dunia. Dalam kehidupan yang berliku pasti ada rintangan. Dalam segala usaha menempuh rintangan dia terleka lalu sesat dalam perjalanan.

Kecewa. Itu sahaja yang terkata dalam jiwa. Ditoleh sebentar penglihatan ke arah hujung katil. Tersidai sehelai sejadah biru pemberian seorang sahabat dalam perjalanan mencari erti hidup. Sejadah itu diambil, dibawa ke dakapan. Sebak seketika lalu dibentangkan sejadah hadiah dengan kemas menghadap arah kiblat. Seketika berlalu, dia yang tadi sibuk bersama nota dan coretan yang bermakna berubah menjadi seorang pemuda yang tenang menikmati malam , menyampaikan kata cinta kepada Maha Pencipta. Tenggelam dalam doa munajat berisi keinsafan dan taubat.
 

 
Badai  kekusutan membawa diri meninggalkan permasalahan. Lari. Umpama kelemasan dalam lautan, berusahan mencari tempat untuk selamat agar kekal hidup. Begitulah keadaannya. Gadis yang termakan kata-kata indahnya mula menuntut janji yang kononnya akan dikota. Desakan kesusahan yang menimpa ditambah dengan prestasi akademik yang tidak dijaga merumitkan jiwa mudanya.

 Inikah kebebasan jika ini yang diterima?”

            Apabila akal tidak bersatu dengan hati maka manusia itu akan mati . Dalam teks psikologi, dia bukanlah mati dalam sudut tiada lagi roh dalam jasad tetapi umpama mayat hidup yang tidak berperasaan namun masih boleh melakukan pergerakan. Dia bersendirian menikmati keindahan alam . Dia yakin Tuhan itu wujud. Tetapi, melalui perspektif agama yang mana?

Kristian?”

Tuhan itu mempunyai anak? “

“Adakah wajar konsep trinity jika mahu digandingkan dengan Tuhan? “

“Bukankah Tuhan itu tunggal? “

Tidak! Terlalu rumit persoalan ini.

“Atau mungkin perlu disembah patung-patung sembahan itu jika benar itu Tuhan? Tetapi kenapa perlu manusia yang “menciptakan” Tuhan mereka  kemudian menyembahnya semula?

Konflik ah..kronik.

Termenung dia seketika. Cuba menjawab persoalan yang tidak terjawab. Kecetekan ilmu. Namun dia pasti alam yang indah ini tetap ada penciptanya. Ajaran lamanya tidak ditinggalkan begitu sahaja. Cuma segelintir pemahaman dalam agama itu yang tidak dapat diterima. Bukan sepenuhnya.
 


Ameer Hanif.

Sahabat sejati. Yang memberikan hadiah sejadah biru yang bermakna dalam hidupnya. Yang mengenalkan dia kepada agama indah. Agama yang menjadi Ad diin, cara hidup yang selayaknya diamalkan oleh umat manusia.

 Islam.

Menjawab setiap persoalan yang terbuku di hati sejak sekian lama. Melengkapi segala aspek kehidupan. Meyakinkan diri akan kewujudan tuhan yang selama ini menafikan.

Tenang. Nyaman.

 


“Salam. Are you in need of help brother?”

Sapaan lembut dan mesra pada waktu kusut itu mematikan seketika permasalahan yang menghantui. Mata yang dari tadi termenung jauh memandang entah apa kerana pandangannya itu lenyap dalam pemikiran sebentar tadi dibawa ke arah pemuda sederhana tinggi di hadapannya. Berkulit sawo matang, berkumis nipis kemas dengan sejemput janggut nan rapi bersama senyuman yang amat manis dipandang. Terletak di kepala pemuda itu sejenis topi yang pelik baginya. Setelah berbicara beberapa ayat bagi memperkenalkan diri, dia mula tertarik untuk mengenali dengan lebih dekat pemuda itu. Terasa lapang dada berbicara dengannya. Berasal dari Malaysia. Berbangsa melayu. Lebih menarik, beragama Islam. Topi pelik yang dilihatnya tadi dipanggil kopiah dalam bahasa mereka.

Di suatu sudut di bumi bertuah ini, mereka menjadi sahabat yang mesra dalam sekelip mata. Alam menjadi saksi. Ternyata pemuda itu mendengar dengan teliti setiap masalah yang dialaminya. Dia menjawab setiap persoalan yang terbuku di hati. Setiap hari pasti ada topik yang mereka bincangkan mengenai krisis diri yang dialami namun tetap dapat dijawab dengan pelbagai jawapan yang memuaskan disokong lagi dengan hujah-hujah yang diambil dari senaskhah buku yang dikatakan mukjizat nabi mereka, Al-Quran.

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

 Praise be to Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds;Most Gracious and Most Merciful; Master of the Day of Judgement; Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek; show us the straight way; the way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, those (portion) is not wrath, and who go not astray.

Al-Fatiha:1-7

Dia tertarik dengan ayat-ayat yang dikarang indah dalam Al-Quran. Dia sayu mendengarkan sahabatnya melagukan bacaan setiap ayat itu hinggakan gugur air mata yang jarang sekali akan gugur. Bergetar jiwa pemilik tubuh sasa yang dahulunya kaki betina, pembuat dosa durjana.

“show us the straight way...”

 

Sehelai sejadah biru dihadiahkan pada hari dia mengakui bahawa tiada tuhan selain Allah dan hanya Nabi Muhammad itu pesuruh Allah. Hari dia mengucapkan syahadah. Hari dia menemui ketenangan bersama Islam. Hanya kerana sepotong ayat itu, jiwanya kembali bertaut kepada jalan yang Esa. Ternyata, hidayah itu memang ada.

 

Sahabat itu. Kini tiada sudah di dunia. Menyahut seruan Ilahi. Nyawa diambil ketika melaksanakan tanggungjawab menjemput rakan-rakannya yang baru tiba dari Malaysia. Apakan daya, tiada siapa yang tahu bahawa keretanya akan ditimpa kemalangan. Dia menyaksikan sendiri di pagi hari keramat itu sahabatnya begitu ceria daripada biasa malah mengharapkan keampunan dari semua rakan-rakan termasuklah dia. Tidak dia tahu itulah tanda pengakhiran persahabatan mereka. Dia bersyukur dapat mengenali sahabat itu dan sempat berubah. Tuhan lebih menyayanginya. Begitu singkat Allah meminjamkannya kepada ku.

Kini sahabat itu turut mendidik dirinya satu pengajaran terakhir bahawa maut itu pasti dan maut tidak mengenal usia. Dia menangis gembira, bersyukur kerana Allah telah menemukan mereka. Meminjamkan kepadanya seorang sahabat yang setia mendengar suara hatinya.

Semoga Allah mempertemukan kita semula di syurgaNya

Pencarian yang dinanti ditemui. Pengembaraan di bumi bertuah membawanya menemui hakikat kebenaran yang hakiki. Membawanya mengenali  pemilik dunia yang abadi.

Semangatnya kembali kepada bilik yang kecil itu. Terasa segar setelah meluahkan rasa kepadaNya. Sejadah biru dilipat kemas. Diletakkan semula ke hujung katil.

 Sehelai kertas dari nota merahnya diambil. Pen Pilot yang telah lama dilepaskan dari genggaman diambil buat mencoret luahan perasaan. Perlahan-lahan ayat yang tulus dari hati dikarang dalam kertas sekeping itu. Dia tersenyum. Gembira mungkin.

 

 


Dari sahabat kepada sahabat

Duhai sahabat,
Sejadah ini menjadi saksi,
Tatkala aku menangis di malam hari,
Sejadah ini menjadi saksi,
Aku sujud kepada Ilahi,
Sejadah ini menjadi saksi,
Persahabatan kita kekal abadi…

Terima kasih sahabat, engkau membawa aku kembali ke jalanNya. Allah telah menemukan aku dalam pencarian ini. Semoga kita akan bertemu kembali.

 
Sahabat…damailah kamu di sisiNya.

Sahabatmu,

Iskandar
                                                            
 
P/S:
ini adalah percubaan pertama Yan dalam menghasilkan nukilan cerpen. Tidaklah seberapa hebat seperti penulis-penulis ternama yang lain tetapi sekadar cetusan idea yang terhasil dari penceritaan pengalaman mahupan dilalui sendiri oleh penulis. Tiada kaitan antara hidup atau yang mati, dan harap pembaca dapat memberikan atau berkongsi sedikit komen atau kata-kata yang dapat memperbaiki kelemahan yang ada. Insyaallah di setiap perkongsian ilmu pasti memberi impak yang positif dan semoga Allah memberkati kalian.
 
Till then, Assalamualaikum <3
 

Assalamualaikum <3
 
Hehe, seyezly lame giler x blogging..almaklum busy sesgt *tgn ke dada mata ke atas*...
 
Alhamdulillah..based on Aina's "KEREPEK ENTRY" yup, i gonna fly off soon.
banyak giler bende yang terlepas nak tulis kat sini yang mmg hope giler dapat share ngn korang. Last post bout my life in UTM.
 
I am not going to talk bout my farewell now...coz insyaallah sempat lagi nak post pasal tuhhh...*dh entry post pon tajuk dier almost farewell kannnn :)* hehe
 
Life in INTEC...frankly speaking ....SWEET and full with unexpected suprises. Today you might be a nobody but maybe a next few day you'll become  a somebody. Here I got my friends from my old school and not to forget super2 old..*sekolah rendah je pown nk old sgt pown*tapi excited lah gak jumpe dowang. hehe
 
They are awesome. magnifique!! but of coz there are still lack of this and that, which still can be accepted coz nobody's perfect.
 
my classmates...*according to namelists :P* Mira, Zara, Yani, Farah, Syika and Kiki are wonderful though i was a bit dissapointed when i was placed in a class with 100% girls like in STF...but that was before i knew them!! Later on, they are like sisters to me. Luv u alls!!
 
Lecturers, so 1 MALAYSIA!!! Madame Das, she's Indian...Madame Lee sah..chinese...and our ustaz Rahman...yeah malay. :D
 
k2, stop ckp pasal bende luar dr diri. how bout me??
 
hihi.
 
Not much...act a lot!! tapi tetibe malu nak citer *sile tampar diri sendiri*
Kat sini, Yan rase agak matang dari dulu but i am still BRONT!! the way matang is like the way i think *mungkin* dress anyone??? ...
 
erm,,actually klu citer perubahan, mungkin x ketara bagi org yg dah lame kenal yan sebab mmg bile ngn korang Yan rase jadi perangai lame balik! So, Allah je lah yg tahu yan berubah tang mane yerk..
 
rite, after mambling so much *bukan ni pon yg yan nak mainkan* maaf
 
 jgn lah marahh..bace lagi eak <3


Tak sampai sebulan kot Yan nak tinggalkan Malaysia..It's hard to leave everything behind but yeah, this is my responsibility and i hope kalian dapat doakan perjalanan ini. Bukan untuk diri Yan but also for u guys. May our friendship last till Jannah. Insyaallah. Tiada persahabatan tanpa dugaan, tapi yang pasti dugaan yg datang kekal menjadi memori yang membuatkan kita tabah menjalani kehidupan. Ingat, susah senang bersama.if ada rezeki, kita akan berjumpa lagi. Thanks for always be there for me, helping me in each and every corner of difficulities we had before. cheer me up when i was down and having happiness in each moment we had. How greatfull i am to have these people around me :) till then, meet you in the next post. Au revoir!!

 
 


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