As Sweet as Football

Great. Just great. The football league is just around the corner and I can’t help myself struggling with injury. My right knee’s been called again to the injury list. Merely weeks before the start of my schooling in KL, I was playing futsal with my friends and that’s when the old wound bled again. I went to the masseur whose service had always been the one I looked for. I got some wires tangled in there, the result after conducting some majestic footwork. haha. 

The bones too, are swollen. I hardly moved in that period of fresh injury. I tried to hide it from my parents at first, but the cat was out of the bag as soon as a cousin who paid us a visit noticed about my strange catwalk. I was scolded by my mom, but never mind, I am used to it.

Talking about the football league, I sense a pinch of remorse in me. Had I ignored my friend’s invitation to play on that fateful night, I must have been able to go on training with my teammates every evening starting from the opening of the new semester. The team captain told me his plan to put me up front as striker pairing with some other guy whom I just knew from the previous semester. 

But then again, man proposes God disposes. I could hardly sprint amidst the pitch; or worse I would even not able to dribble pass the opponents, and, not to mention-the worst case scenario that might happen- I can’t shoot accurately and with power given the condition of my right knee. Scoring goals is the job of a striker after all. Our team is not really abound with players who take the role as strikers. So, for the time being, I can say I am one of the top dogs in our team.

Tapi tu lah, lutut aku sakit. Macam mane aku nak main. Oh Tuhan, sembuhkanlah lututku dan berikan aku peluang untuk menikmati manisnya bola sepak, sekali lagi. Amin.

Bad Cough, Exams, Home

It’s been a while since I got infected with some sort of bacterium which constantly reproducing(tremendously), invading, intruding, and hacking into my respiratory system. I couldn’t help myself but coughing persistently when i got the feeling of the weird airflow lingering in my throat.

A perfect masterpiece is finished in no time- a bad bad cough. Not a good timing though. How I wish it to occur at least a bit later since I am still struggling(literally) in the examination week. not a single soul who dwells in this wretched world will let the precious remaining marks to be abolished from his sight.

 what more it has came to finals. i cannot let that to happen. to me, if it comes to exams, it’s a war then. this issue is no kick-about. my parents always told me to always be ready to face exams, no matter how petty or pesky the examination is. ok mom. ok dad. all checked. no worries. i’ll be home in one piece.

Words

words are tough to be understood,  to be deciphered

‘cause they are ambiguous , idiosyncratic, filtered

pick a word, and tell me what it means to you

‘cause a word is full of disguises, trickeries, new

a single word is just enough to fill a lonely bosom

with hopes and trust in early blossoms

a single word, in the end, is more than enough,

to corner a heart, intimidated, bluffed

well when you were going to say a word

make it crystal clear as a word                     

since we human do not share the same lexicon

different as they are, since we were born.

A Knight, A Princess, A Dragon

Oh dear princess was robbed from above the sky

‘swoosh’ descended a dragon and  took her sky-high

 flown to the lair, hidden, far far away, never nigh

so this is where a tall tale started to fly by

Came a loyal knight with a shining blade

striding with velocity ,armour-clad

“I’ll redeem the princess”, to the poignant king he said

and leaving the kingdom, off to a journey he’d never had

He’s that a flamboyant dragoon

riding along the way of the stars and the moon

forth faring his game passing through beasts and typhoon

he believed he’ll get there soon

Dragon’s lair chanced on the top of the mountain, breathless

so where did the dragon hide, and where’s the princess?

the knight sought around the furnace

and found the princess lying restless

The coming of the dragon was foreseen

splashes of fire erupted from its spleen

overwhelmed by the will to win

he stabbed draco dead in the chin

Oh dear princess came blithely in her gown

landing a kiss on his cheek except a frown

"I’d rather be in the dragon’s fire meltdown

than being kissed by the Fire of the Downtown".

To Laugh or Not to Laugh

Hi. 

been busy and do not have so much time to leave my post in this blog. anyways, i’m not gonna talk on something interesting nor boring today. this topic’s just neutral. to laugh or not to laugh. 

why do human laugh? why do we laugh? it’s hard and it’s subjective to explain what do human actually have in their body mechanism that makes them laugh, apart from the conventional understanding that laughter are triggered by the psychological activities in our mind. scientists were close to reaching the answer that creates laughter in physical angle when they found out humerus bone when being poked or tickled, it channels the sensation of laughing to the brain and voila-laughter. In fact the word humorous actually originated from the word humerus.

But im not gonna give a lecture on science.it’s ridiculous. well i’ve got some free time so I think posting something in this newborn blog would kill some time. not much I can tell about laughter, but laughter is not a small matter. i’ve been looking the action of laughing by people in quite critical angles.

I don’t get it when someone has to force himself to laugh all the time because of certain situations which actually do not have any funny or bone-tingling elements in it without taking a few minutes to relax his exhausted cheek muscles. i strongly believe that this type of people are having ulterior motives hidden behind their mask of laughter. they laugh to attain something. they laugh to exhibit something. they laugh in the outside, but the truth is no vigorous activity of being amused by a joke occurs internally. they are just pretending. get it...?

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ok la.tell you the real story la. I always meet people who always laugh non-stop in the class, trying effortlessly to crack a joke in front of everyone so they may laugh, but seriously it always ended up that the joker-wannabe fails to give the best show. well, the annoying part is, they would try again and again to win the attention from the ‘audience’. i bet they’re are doing this for some agenda:

1- driven by the overwhelming feeling to be famous among the classmates and lecturers.

2- the need to appear funny and cool in front of some males/ females

3- the psychological urge to be favoured by teachers and lecturers, to be teacher’s pet.

You see, these are some causes that I found which make some people to draw all the energy to laugh out of their asses. They seem to be really in need of serious attention and acknowledgment from the people around them. I have to say I hate this kind of people. i should have. their unnecessary actions always drove me a lil bit distracted in the class. i’ll blame them if my grades are not good enough. they are a real pain in the neck. what say you?i say ....KITE BAKOR JE!!!!!!!!

Rempitism (PART 1)

Introduction

Rempitism is seemingly a dangerous uprising trend among Malaysian teens especially the Malays. This group of rebellious and wild teenagers, with their daredevil stunts on their bikes, time and again brings disasters to the appalled society. These teenagers have caused many accidents on the road, and mostly ended in tragic deaths; cracked heads and spilled brains, dismembered body parts and etc. Rempitism is believed to give the meaning of the idea of a group of individuals, known as Mat Rempits, to show their bravado on the road and handling their bikes fancifully no matter what it will cost. They always wanted to be seen as talented riders, the brave and the bold ones even though they know their actions are not legal. Ironically, they were never been loved by the society, rather they are despised. 

Etymology

According to Mazlan Pet Pet, a famous comedian from the Senario group, the word rempit is actually onomatopoeia for the sound of rumbling vehicles when the engines purr. The “rem rem’ sound is produced when a motorist starts a vehicle and heats up its engine, while “pipipipipit” sound can be heard when he speeds up and races with the other racers. Thus, the combination of both sounds simply produces a new word: rempit. Rempit is treated as verb and noun, i.e. merempit, dirempit, rempitan and kerempitan. 

 

Factors which Lead to the Rise of Rempitism

1- The misconception of the word ‘brave’.

There’s in every kid’s heart the feeling to crave for unnecessary attention and acknowledgment from the people around them, particularly their parents and friends, so much so they’d do almost everything that may catch their eyes. To ride their bikes speedily, skilfully and bravely like a cowboy mounting a stallion is taken as cool and heroic by them. Additionally, these unlucky children had always seen their irresponsible fathers who were behind the wheels, ‘heroically’ overtook the other cars and said to the kids, “this is what a real man does, boy”. This wrong action indirectly taught the children a completely different and incorrect meaning of ‘bravery’. Children will always regard their fathers as their heroes, and they will always look up to them. They tend to follow what the elder do. Worst of all, the psychological urge to be praised for bravery is mistakenly converted into illegal actions on the road.

2- The desire to be seen as a grown-up.

“I am already a grown-up, so please don’t treat me like a kid!” a 10-year-old boy was caught yelling and uttering this ironic-yet-ambitious-but-absolutely-stupid statement to his mother after he was being grounded for his kerempitan at the road in front of his school.(Kerempitan is the state where a boy or teenager becomes a Mat Rempit and observes the idea of Rempitism). To tell the Mat Rempits the truth, they are actually trying relentlessly to put up their macho in front of others, but unfortunately, in the wrong place and at the wrong time and through wrong manners. They are just a bunch of immature, despicable, damned douchebags who ought to display their idea of being macho, a disposition that exist in some grown-ups on the road using their cheap bikes.

3- The bad influence from Kamen Rider (not yet scientifically proven).

Kamen Rider is a famous Japanese superhero armed with powerful armoured body suit and a cool superbike in combating evil forces. It is undeniably true that this show has been winning the heart of Malaysian children since their first broadcast in the early 90’s. The thing is, children love the show very much and they can’t help missing a single episode for they might die from frustration if this happens. The epic images of Kamen Riders riding beautifully on their bikes while on their way to take out the monsters are all ingrained in the children’s psyche. The amazement that fills their heart gradually turns out to become a hardcore admiration to the fictional hero; some kids built Kamen Rider costumes on their own using boxes(well that was creative), while some others tend to engage in fights( role-play as Kamen Rider and monsters). However, the worst of all would be the under-aged kids who would go as far as riding their father’s motorcycles to feel the actual sensation of being a Kamen Rider. This habit continued as they become addicted with the esctacy of riding motorcycles while imagining they are Kamen Riders. After several years, they’d change/transform/henshin into Mat Rempits. Yeah, they would. Some Kamen Riders they are now.

4-   Stupidity

This is the strongest factor that leads teenagers to become Mat Rempits. Their own stupidity drags them to be one of a hell damnable member of the society. Yes. They choose to be stupid because they are stupid. 

                                                   A nice masterpiece of Death. Cool.

And spend in the Cause of Allah (i.e. Jihad of all kinds,) and do not throw yourselves into destruction (by not spending your wealth in the Cause of Allah), and do good. Truly, Allah loves the good-doers. (Al- Baqarah:195) 

 Repent before its too late. Rempit is not an option.