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Salah satu cita-cita aku yang belum selesai ialah untuk berkhidmat dengan tentera.

Aku suka jadi tentera sebab tentera sentiasa dalam keadaan berdisiplin, sempurna dan tiada ruang untuk kesilapan.

Jika aku tentera bawahan, aku sentiasa perlu terima arahan tanpa banyak soal dan songeh. Bukankah hidup dalam masyarakat dan organisasi akan lebih mudah dan kurang konflik jika kita sentiasa patuh pada arahan orang atas?

Contoh tentera bawahan yang bagus ialah tentera Jepun. Disuruh mati, dia mati.

Jika aku pegawai tentera, aku boleh sesuka hati keluarkan arahan itu ini. Tapi awas, kuasa yang hebat datang bersama dengan tanggungjawab yang hebat (bak kata Spiderman). SIlap bagi arahan, hilang nyawa tentera bawahan, dan hilang tanah yang dipertahan.

Tentera Amerika bagus dalam memberi arahan dan memimpin. Semua askar Amerika berkebolehan memimpin, hatta seorang prebet pun.

Jadi tentera bagus, kerana aku tak perlu kisah banyak fasal emosi orang. DIa tak suka, dia boleh kemas beg dan balik kampung.

Sampai hari ini, melihat kelibat seorang tentera beruniform tak pernah gagal membugarkan kembali cita-cita aku yang belum selesai ini.

(Nota: Semalam, masa aku berjalan dekat bandar Sheffield, aku terserempak dengan trak ‘The Yorkshire Regiment‘ yang tengah buka pendaftaran untuk rekrut baru.)

How could a post in Kuburan serve as a meaningful tribute?

When I have not made any posting for ages and the first posting after that long silence is specially and wholeheartedly addressed to you (i.e SMSA 2007/08).

As aforementioned in the last meeting, I was surprisingly touched by the courage and spirit showed by all of us SMSA 2007/08, particularly when those who were nominated to once again run the committee, decided gracefully not to step back when you have all the chances.

It is not winning the most votes that matter. What matters most is the fact that we walk the talk, the agenda, the aspiration that we share together.

You guys definitely did the right thing to do.

This is not a farewell message, rather it is here as a pledge by myself that I will continue to uphold my idealism and dreams that I have for SMSA. Comrades, please share the same pledge.

I, Muhammad Ruzaini Shahrom, salute you!

Mohd Khairul Anwar Zahri aka Roy

Adibah Abu Kassim

Wan Iman Wan Mohd Nazi

Lea Natasha Ribin

Mohd Shahnom Ismail

Eliyana Saliha Elias

Mohd Johan Taufik

Azweed Mohamad

Siti Sofiah Mohd Radzi

Ahmad Firdaus Mad Sallih

Adibah Najihah Jasmi

P.S. For those who never heard of SMSA before, I truly pity you. Here’s an enlightenment.

Silence is golden, they say. (Illustrative purpose only)

After weeks of silence, I am at last writing again.

I value time very much these days. I can hardly find time to read the news, so don’t even ask about blogs and books. This makes me feel like I am being left behind and got a lot to catch up. Especially with friends.

School is not going very well. I am struggling with math as always. Being a math-moron, an Italian lecturer with a very bad English won’t be of any help. Not to mention the grudge I still hold against the Italians for ’stealing’ 50euro from my pocket. (read earlier post about my trip to Italy last summer). If it’s not because of the rakyat are literally paying me to attend lectures, I would not even bother to attend (reluctantly) the math classes. I’ll end up sleeping in the class anyway, most of the time.

This weekend will be the 4th raya weekend, which will still see Sheffielders attending open houses, if not hosting one. I missed at least one open house last weekend, as I was in London. So, it’s payback time!

That’s all for now.

p/s: I would like to SPECIALLY thank those who without fail, have supported me (directly or indirectly) by leaving comments on my previous posts. Appreciate it guys.

Irfan

Dibah Abdullah

Azza Azmi

Miza

Shark

Habel

Dibah Kassim

Buying pirated DVDs would have never been easier for me. That is a sure advantage of having fair skin colour.

Holiday Plaza in JB is notorious for its pirated stuffs, ranging from movie and software DVDs, to cheap designer handbags and clothings. When things are doing well and I have nothing more important to worry and to think about, I’ll go to Holiday Plaza and get some pirated DVDs to watch. It’s illegal, I know. But when it is operating and the big guys are not doing anything about it, you will come to think that it is ok to get dirty with piracy.

But you will not get to buy movie DVDs as easy as buying other pirated goodies. Movie DVDs are rare, and to buy them is a privilege. And considering myself to be one of those who enjoy the privilege , I will generously share the trick and trade of getting yourself to the secret chambers, hidden behind walls of shops of Holiday Plaza.

1. Get yourself dressed up like most Chinese guys/girls do.

2. Go to Holiday Plaza and you’ll see shops selling items like CDs holder or toys for babies, with a Chinese guy normally equipped with a walkie. Walk through those shops and walk slowly without being suspicious.

3. Pretend like you are looking for something, but it is not there. Buat muka blur.

4. If your attempt to look like a Chinese succeed, that guy with walkie will ask you in Chinese, which you won’t understand a bit, accept for a magic word- ‘DVD’.

5. This is the most crucial part. DO NOT REPLY. Just give him a nod, and show him a ‘thumb-up’ signal. He’ll lead you to the door to secret chamber and call his fella inside using his walkie to open up the door for you. (The door is normally a high-tech one, that can only be opened from inside).

6. In case of the guy asks you an additional question (normally due to your bad acting thus invites suspicion), try to reply him in English, trying to sound as Singaporean as you can. A simple reply that you can give is “I’m sorry?”.

7. If step #6 fails, I strongly recommend you to give up on that shop and proceed to the next available potential target. Should you feel that your acting was a total failure, I recommend you to call it a day and try again tomorrow, as the news of a fake Chinese trying to get into the secret chamber are spreading through the walkies as you walk to the next target. The chance of success then would be 0%.

Happy trying =)

DISCLAIMER: I would not be responsible if any of you readers get caught buying pirated DVDs in Holday Plaza. Treat my writing here as a mere experience-sharing and view anything bad from a curing, preventing perspective of view. Lets stop piracy, together with Mr Police and KPDNHEP.

I am now here in Bolehland.

Not much have changed for the past 9 months. The cendawan goreng and ikan bakar still taste the same. But I can’t confirm that for roti canai and teh tarik. Not yet.

Haaaaa….. it’s good to be home.

Regards,

BukanLupaDiri

Ciao is how Italians greet one another. It also means goodbye.

A short trip to Italy taught me a lot. The moment I landed in Liverpool John Lennon Airport, I really felt like I am at last, home. You may think that Italy is very nice, but seriously, not the Italian (mostly I must say, since the lady who was sitting next to me on the plane back ‘home’ was really friendly and chatty).

Six of us planned to get to Vatican that day. We decided to take metro (underground train similar to tubes in London) and got ourselves a 75 minutes ticket each. Not knowing that we have to stamp the ticket on a time-stamping machine before we could board the metro, we walked down the stairs for the platform. I was grinning, thinking that we could use the ticket again and again, without having to buy a new one each time we have to use the metro. I admit that it was so devilish of me, for having that slight intention to cheat. But it is true that we didn’t know that we really have to stamp the ticket prior to using the service.

Then we saw a bunch of Italian polizia blocking walkways, checking tickets before one could pass through them. So I got my ticket ready, and alarmed my fellow mates since I was walking in front.

I showed my ticket, with a warm smile on my face to a policewomen. She checked my ticket, and checked it again. That was the moment I knew something is actually not right.

The policewomen and two of her colleagues asked for our passports, and told us that we didn’t stamp our ticket therefore it is not a valid ticket. I apologised, and seriously thought that would do it since we have not actually board the train, and all we have to do was just go back upstairs and stamp the damn ticket. But I was wrong, when she said “50 euro”. You sure know what did she mean, don’t you?

To cut the story short, we failed to explain ourselves and got fined. The bloody officers did not seem interested to hear any words that came out of our mouth. I bet they did not understand us, English speakers, since they barely spoke some English phrases. All that I could remember coming from them was only “50 euro, 50 euro, 50 euro”.

She was totally merciless and unsympathetic. She really should not fine us for not knowing how things work, with very few English instructions or signboards. We were tourists and students, not some terrorist plotting to blow up Vatican City. At least treat us with manners and hear what we have to say.

And that’s how I prove that Italian are not as nice as their top-notch Italian gelati (home-made Italian ice-cream).

I would like to share with you, how the fine ticket (surat saman?!) looks like. But unfortunately I have packed all my stuffs including my scanner-printer. So, I’ll get it here when I have access to my scanner at home.

I’m going back home in couple of days. Really can’t wait.

Dear blog,

I apologise for being self-fish and irresponsible. No updates for months. I did not find anything worth telling you. I believe this is what they call as ‘writer’s block’. (I don’t feel good about referring myself as a writer, I am far far from being one.) I promise to myself here in front of this very page, that I will tell you something decent after the exams end. Improve my English to a level that my flat mates can be proud of too.

Guilty,

Kuburan.

Watch the video above, and you’ll get the idea of how the world sees us.

Credits should be given to our charismatic leaders for their anaesthetising and inspiring words of courage telling Malaysians how their country is doing its best in technology and science, specifically in the field of automotive.

But none of them is brave enough to tell the sour truth that Malaysia is actually not being known for its quality car, or to be exact (and honest,) we are now officially known as bad-car-but-good-money maker.

Maybe its true that all this crappy Malaysia Boleh thing is driving more Malaysians to excel to their very best. But its undeniable that majority of us are in the state of comfortable and don’t feel like contributing for a better Malaysia.

This is actually a drug, and it is killing Malaysia slowly. Lets wake up and accept the fact that Malaysia is far far from ‘Boleh’. And, most importantly do something about it and stop complaining. (how ironic).

Bismillah.

Not being result-oriented can be time wasting. I started a blog in Friendster without initially defining where or what I am aiming to or for. The outcome was simply a series of rubbish, needless to mention how inconsistent and infrequent it was.

Insyaallah, rubbish shall not it be this time. I am having this one to keep myself busy (yeah, like you are not busy enough) and so I will have no (or less) time for PC games and youtubing and silly friendstering and tesco-ing (!!). Believe me, Tesco is addictive. Thank God Asda is miles away from here, if not I would be having cheap fish fingers for lunch and dinner daily. (note: Asda and Tesco are both super-duper-hyper market like Giant and Carrefour in Malaysia. Fish fingers in Asda costs 24 pence but the price is doubled in Tesco, which makes me never even consider to buy it from Tesco.)

So, lets see how would this end.