My Mother.. My mother is currently working in Proton Edar Company. Her position in the company as a sales executive makes her a very busy person. Every day she will wake up early in the morning and arrive back at home late at night. Due to my parent divorce when I was 10 years old, she is my mother and my father. I have 5 siblings. She has big responsibility to take care all of us by herself but somehow in the world she manages to do it just perfectly. I remember that I was a kid he used to be a strict mother; she will scold me and punished me for my mistake. But now she has become more relax and gentle. If I make mistake she will give an advice instead of scold me. I wish she can retire early because I want to see her enjoying time as a folks. I love you so damn much mother!

This is my plans.. Now I’m curently study under a sholarship of MARA in Japanese Associate Degree Program (JAD). This program is like a twinning program between Malaysia and Japan. It required me to study in my country, Malaysia, for about 3 years. If I able to past the final exam, I will continue to study abroad at Japan University for another 2 years for a title of Degree in Mechanical Engineering. Even though I’m are a selected student from all across Malaysia, this is a tough course and there are already a few of us had quit the program. The stress of to study and to score is always high. But, by hook of by crook I will pass at the end of this 3 years program with a flying colour. I think I got what it need to survived. At the end of 2014, I will received my Diploma certificate form Malaysian Goverment. After that i will fly to Japan and enter Keiko University as a student of Aeronautical Enginering. I will finish my Degree in 2017 in which at that time I’m 24 years old. Between my age of 21-24, I will find a girlfriend and engage with her to be secure that I have at least one future wife candidates. After I graduate, I will work in Japanese company in Japan for about 2 years. It’s important so that when I return to my country, I’m not a fresh graduate employed. I will be regard as an experience worker and I can demand for in term of my position and salary. In that 2 years time, I will buy my dream car, saving money for the weading ceremony and start paying down payment for my new house somewhere near Kuala Lumpur. At ages of 26, I will return to my hometown as a successful engineer. I want to make my family proud of what I have accomplish. Then I will start searching for the list of my future wife. With who I’m at that time, I’m sure it’s hard for girls to ignore me. Hahaha. At an age of between 26-28, I will get marry with the girl of my dream. It will be a perfect start for a family life because I have a car, a house, and a well paid job. But, the most important thing is that I have no loan with banks. This is my plan so far. But I know life is unexpected journey, nothing will happen exactly as what we plan. But I am prepare and willing to adapt my plans accordingly.

Beware of dog.. There was an accident that make me hate dog damn much. At that time I was 7 years old. I was walking home from a playground near my house. I was tired playing hide and seek with my friend. I walked home alone because my home is the furthest among my friends. The wind blow smoothly passed by the flowers along the side walk. It make sounds like I’m in a horror movie. Out of nowhere, a dog came across in front of me. I was shocked. My heart beat fast. The dog seam violent as it look directly into my eye. I was afraid and can’t stop thinking whether it will chase me or not. I have to make a split second decision, but suddenly the dog bark a started running toward me. I react by running as fast as I could. My adrenaline pump into my veins, it make me running super fast. I feel like I’m flying without wing. Wow! I out run the dog and came first at my house. Thanks god that I’m fine, does not hurt or anything. But when considering the fact that I’m a kid, the accident had cause a trauma. Since then, I hate dog with all my heart, it haunted my childhood.

The middle finger.. Since I was a kid, my parent always forbids me from pointing my middle finger to others. They taught me that it is a rude thing to do. As I grew up, I saw most of my friend will point their middle finger to someone that they hate. Sometimes it goes simultaneously with the word ‘FUCK’(just read it, don’t say it). Many believe it started from western people. Not to blame them but what amaze me is the impact on society. It’s like a virus spreading from nation to nation. The virus will cause the person to hide their middle finger from pointing outward. Deadly isn’t? It’s a language that’s more famous than English. Since then, the sign had become an iconic symbol throughout the world. Until today, it makes me wonder why. What does it means? Why society regard that it is a rude action? There must be a history behind this symbolic sign. By the way, it’s just a finger you know. What’s so great about that ? (Can you please give your opinion by leaving some comments)

How to be happy all the time.. Hey guys! In your opinion, what is the definition of happiness? Well according to the Wikipedia, ‘happiness is a mental state of well-being characterized by positive emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy’. So may I ask you again, what is the definition of happiness? Does it change from your first definition. I don’t think so. This is because everyone have their own way of seeking for happiness. It doesn’t matter what other people said, as long as you are happy why care. My definition of happiness is when I’m always keeping ahead start in every subject and not falling behind. When I can help my friend who needs helps in their study. Make my family proud of what I achieve. And last but not least, I’m happy when I can dream the imposible to be true. Believe me, no one in this whole world is happy all the time. So lets define our own definition of happiness making it as a target or as an aim of your life. Until then, you are the happiest person in the world.

The day I can't forget.. ( part 3 ) Then without any hesitation my uncle answered, ‘he is dead, you know don’t you?’. Just like that, an awkward silent surrounded us. Both of us became speechless. Then, out of sudden my brother screamed and started crying like he was possessed with some kind of evil. His heart crush into million pieces. What surprise me is that at that particular time I did not feel anything. I’m still in a shock. I did not know whether I should cry, scream or just be silent. It was pretty confusing you know. As we arrived at my father’s house, I can see a dead body cover in a white cotton laying in front of the entrance door. That was the only time where I cried because the atmosphere at that time was perfect like it is in the movie. During the whole process of burying my dad, I was the only son among my four siblings who didn’t cry. It’s not because I hate father or whatever, I think I had accepted the fate and decide to move on. All of my questions are answered. I’ve proven to myself that crying at a funeral in not a compulsory. But to be honest with you, proving that I will not cry at the funeral is the thing I regret the most. I should never do that. I should let it go and cry or scream if my heart wants to. As time passes by, every time I remember him I feel like there is something missing in the memory of my beloved father. The memory of not crying at his funeral. ( The End )

The day I can’t forget.. (part 2) On our way to the village, both of us did not talked much as we just being silent. I can see a look of stress and worry at my brother's face. I know that he know something that I don’t know. But, what is it? My mind start to think wildly. What are the worst thing that can happened. Did my dad had to undergo an operation or something? I'm always trying to avoid from thinking that my dad had somehow pass away. The 90 minutes ride felt like eternity. The fact that I was always wonder what it feel like to lose a loved ones scare the hell out of me. It’s like the time had come for the moment of truth. Finally we arrived at my village’s town. We drop by at the petrol station to fuel up the gas and refresh ourself after the long journey. Unexpectedly, we met our uncle at that petrol station. He was wearing a Malay’s traditional clothes, ‘baju Melayu’ and a ‘songkok’. My brother greeted him. My uncle was surprised to see us there. Then my brother quickly asked my uncle the question that I hope he had never asked on that day, ‘what had happened to my dad?’. ( to be continued )

The day I can’t forget.. (part 1) Since I was a kid, I always wonder what it feel like if someone that I love suddenly dies. Like what we watch in the movie, do we have to cry that much? Is it compulsory? I bet so. I feel like an idiot when sometimes I just hope that someone that I love dies and see how I’am going to react. Is it true I will cry all day long hoping the day would never come? Why everything must be so sad ? Well, what you hope is what you get. On 21st Febuary 2010, I was watching a football highlight on ESPN Channel at 4 o’clock in the morning. Suddenly I got a phone call from my brother telling that there’s something bad happened. My dad who was at that time living in our village had to be sent at a hospital because he is not felling well. My brother told me to get ready as we will be going back to our hometown to check my dad condition. I’m surprised to hear the news. Eventhough I know my had a medical history of a diabetes mellitus and a low blood pressure, the tone of my brother’s voice on the phone was telling me that there is something serious happening. ( to be continued )