HEP - Hal Ehwal Pelajar -

Aku bengang. Aku sangat bengang..aku bengang sampai aku x tulis post kali ni dalam english..jangan tanye aku nape..bese kalu aku bengang, kepala aku akan berfungsi dalam english...skang ni aku terlampau bengang..aku da plan elok2 nak wat CAS kat MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba yang tercinta..

semua ktiviti da plan...nama2 budak dr KMS sme da list...budak2 banting pon da konpemkan nama yang nak gi..even INTEC pon de bbrape orang yg nk ikot..

proposal da aku antar kat cikgu Suwandi..brape kali da proposal aku n surat aku kene reject...aku kluar masok pjabat ngadap Pn Shima untuk luluskan surat aku..ngadap untuk luluskan permohonan elaun dan tanggungan penginapan.. aku kluar masuk lab komputer untuk membetulkan proposal n surat aku yang direject Pn shima pasal format tak brape btol...aku da kol kaunselor MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba...kluar masuk pjabat gune telefin pjabat untuk kol kaunselor tu..

Cikgu AMir name beliau..baik orangnye n saiz die lebih kurang aku...aku ingat lagi die pnah blanje aku, farid apek, ngan nik amin bukak pose kat KFC jasin dulu...die mintak kitorang bayar ngan 10A.....aku da byar pon...aku kluar masuk pjabt nak gune fon n nak gune fax...da naek bosan Cik Kam nengok muke aku...

beberape kali aku ngadap cikgu suwandi supaya die semak proposal n surat aku..sampai aku ketuk pintu rumah cikgu Ikhwan pasal de cikgu Suwandi de kat situ. ahh..peduli ape kau korang nak watpe kat rumah cikgu ikhwan..janji aku dapat sign cikgu suwandi..

aku tak tido lpah subuh smate-mate nok siapkang surat tu..babi sungguh..ulang-alik aku gi bilik Nuar pasal nak gune printer Jhar...aku bersengkang mate malam2 try nak bukak email untuk dapt list name dari KMB...mase tu broadband Wawan meragam siket...memang kne sabar banyak..

aku ingat lagi ari Ahad aritu..aku gune fon Farahin si Bawang Merah untuk kol cikgu Amir..aku INGAT lagi..yang die kate daripada 13 feb sampai 15feb..bdak2 TGB memang free kcuali form 5 pasal dorang de kem fizik..n Cikgu Amir memang alu2kan kitorang datang! kitorang datang memang ngan niat baik...nak dedahkan budak2 tu pasal kehidupan pelajar SPM...nak dedahkan pasal isu umat Islam! nak dedahkan pasal isu penguasaan YAhudi di dunia ini!

then alih2...aku kol cikgu AMir tadi pasal die kire "agen" la kat sane..dan cikgu Amir pon memaklumkan yang GURU PENOLONG KANAN HAL EHWAL PELAJAR MRSM TUN GHAFAR BABA telah pon mereject permohonan aku!

alasan?

aktiviti dah penuh...semua aktiviti da dirancang..mungkinlah cikgu Amir tak tau yang hujung minggu tu da pnuh..sebab tu la die cadangkan kat aku supaya buat 13feb smpai 15feb tu..mase tu minggu aktiviti tau!!!!!

aku tanye ade slot lain tak? ade tarikh lain tak untuk kami?

cikgu AMir jawab, yang HEP kitorang yang tersayang tu kate; semua aktiviti da dirancang n SEPANJANG TAHUN ni memang da FULL da aktiviti..

BULL SHIT!!!

wahai HEP yang tersayang..aku da totally lupe pon pasal aku pernah berada dibawah pentadbiran ko...aku da terlupe pon yang ko memang tak disukai batch kitorang..aku da lupe pon yang ko memang asyek backup Form 4 je dulu...i already forgot that it was your idea to place us in the same dorm with the Form 4 students, and back their asses up, vanishing their respects to US! I already forgot bout that all...seriously! i forgot bout it all already!!!

dan nape la ko muncul kembali dalam hidupku, dan merunsingkan lagi hidup aku???????????????????

nape?

nape?

nape?

adekah pasal aku pnah ajuk care ko cakap kat morning roll call?

adekah pasal aku pnah gelakkan ko pasal ko pakai topi keledar mase bawak mtor dalam kawasan sekolah dengan kelajuan tak sampai 40km/jam????

adekah pasal aku dulu pnah datang lewat rollcall dulu??

atau pasal aku slalu pkai uniform lengan pendek? bukan lengan panjang??

pasal tu?

atau pasal aku conteng name aku kat siling kelas aku n kat tandas laki n pempuan malam2 laps bengang study?

atau pasal aku ngan kawan2 aku pnah baling2 kayu kelapa n batu kat atas bumbung kelas kitorang?

atau pasal kitorang pnah maen nyorok2 ngan Pak Guard The Ghostrider yang nak halau kami supaya jangan study kat BA???

atau pasal aku pnah bawak extesion kat maktab n ko rampas? (pakcik cleaner tu cakap ko yang suro rampas..aku tak tau la klu die tipu..pakcik tu bukan bole percaye pon)

atau pasal aku penah terlibat dalam mogok lapar pasal makanan DS tak sedap??

ke pasal aku pnah denda Form 4 macam2?

ke pasal aku pnah terlibat dengan perlawanan Pillow Fight antara blok dulu?

abeh tu psal?

apsal??

APSAL TAK BAGI KITORANG BUAT CAS ACTIVITI KAT TGB????

penginapan kitorang leh tanggung la..just arrange je..makan kitorang bayar sendiri la..MARA bagi kitorang 100 sbulan tau! jangan maen2..elaun bulan Jan aku tak sentuh lagi tau!!

aktiviti penuh sepanjang tahun konon...

BUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLL SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!~~

aku memang tanak bengang ngan sesape tau..pliz la..bukan jenis aku ske marah2 ni..aku slalu cool n cute je tau...tapi kali ni mmg aku tensen!!!!

Tensen!

TENSEN!~~~

TAU LA BATCH KITORANG GAGAL DAPAT NO 1 MACAM SME ORANG HARAPKAN...TAU LA BATCH KITORANG GAGAL WAT HETRIK NO1 SPM DALAM MSIA UNTUK MRSM TGB..

tapi apsal la kami nak wat aktivit pon takleh..

aktivit baek tu..

niat ikhlas lagi suci..

haiz..

makin lame aku tulis..makin geram plak aku..

Orange house da la banyak nyamuk..grr...

aku geram..geraaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmm sangat2...

p/s; gambar kat corner tu la gambar HEP tersayang aku tu....haiz..aku da speechless da..tak tau nak cakap pe..nak nangis kang tak macho plak...haiz

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Miserable Miser

For this couple of weeks, I felt like I was stuck in the crowdedness of the Mydin Mall during the Hari Raya Sale. That fcuking Mydin Mall have nothing to do with me actually, just using it as a metaphor, portraying my damn busy life for this past two weeks. I felt like having asthma and gasping for air just to breathe.

My head feel like expanding, waiting to explode while I am trying to understand those miserable CHEMisery, arranging a secret CAS project, arranging a party for those special kids of Taman Sinar Harapan and thinking of ways to market the handcrafts made by them, studying that brainless Okonkwo, searching for a suitable research question for my Extended Essay and solving those bloody idiot Maths HL questions. Blame me for not spending my Chinese New Year holiday wisely.

Not to mention about how I am now worry about my god damn fat body. I think I am getting bigger and fatter. A conversation with Mr Amsyar and Mr Ikmal days ago confirmed my worries. The content of the conversation will not be discussed here.

In addition to my worries, this year, I find that climbing up those KMS fences are now had become uneasy for me! SHIT! Thank God I realized it a few days ago. I think it is time for me to revive my Plan B (Wawasan Hosni Kurus 2009). Plan A (Wawasan Hosni Kurus 2008) had totally screwed up.

Bear in mind that I still got Plan C.


p/s: thoughts of having Plan D and Plan E have been taken into consideration. My life is miserable. Indeed.

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The Light of Hope

Sitting in front of my dear laptop after performing me prayer, make my mind to wander back to 9 hours ago where we were visiting Taman Sinar Harapan Tengku Ampuan Najihah in Seremban, a place for Orang Kurang Upaya Akal, who were there following the court order.

My heart was thumping as soon as my foot set on the shelter’s compound. To be frank, I had no idea why do I feel like that, whenever I look or think about those unfortunate children and even if I watch Bersamamu TV3. I will feel uneasy as I am there with a healthy and fat figure, with good head on my shoulder, while staring at them, who can barely take care of themselves, or to make a living. I cant really describe my actual feeling that time actually.

Sad, sympathy, stunned, downhearted, grim, heavy, hopeless, miserable, mournful, pitiful, tragic, and unfortunate and lots of other uncomfortable feelings rose in my stomach and heart if I ever be in their situation.

I will always feel that I am a useless person who cannot do anything to help them nor to contribute anything for the betterment of the community.

Listening to a briefing by Mr Basir Ahmad was not a difficult task. Every nerves were put to work to pay attention, listening to every single word coming out from his mouth, while my imagination soaring up the sky, thinking of what possibly that we could do to contribute to them.
This place got fine infrastructure, fine field, fine playground, fine caretakers, and is financed by the Community Welfare Office under the supervision of the government of Malaysia.

Listening and thinking did not really tested me, but when it was time to pay a visit to the hostels, I was quite excited and eager, and somehow deep in my heart core, the indescribable uneasy feelings rose again. Smiling heavily, I follow Mr Basir to the hostel, which is actually more like a small empty house.

A few handshakes and hugs finally gave my nerves back and that uncomfortable feelings finally vanished away. Thanks to the rest of the guys who were mingling very well with them, make me realise how good to know them, how good to see and to talk to these special peoples. I felt so touched and not even have any idea why.

After visiting their hostel, their Dining Hall where they eat very properly without making any mess like the KMS students, their classroom where they learnt how to make hell of handcrafts that had just stunned us; we finally have to leave them.

However, at the time where we were wandering in their classroom, playing with those magnificent baskets, flowers and other handcrafts which will not be expected to be created by the hands of these unfortunate children; I manage to have a word with Mr Basir to discuss what could we possibly do to help them or to really give the Sinar Harapan (Light of Hope) to them.

Mr Basir kindly entertained us with stories and information that have been really helpful. While talking, I dare not to stare his eyes, which was a bit glassy, portraying his loving heart which had been devoted for these children. I neither can stand the look of his eyes, nor the look of the children’s eyes. Well, sometimes, a handsome guy can be very emotional.

We will set our foot back onto this soil, bringing light to cheer up our new friend here. We will. InsyaAllah.

My mind then started to think of the next step; what could we do to contribute something to them?

May Allah guide us.

Any suggestion?
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An Aid to Our Brothers & Sisters

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For further reference, visit http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel.html

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Hikayat Bandar Penawar

Maka kembalilah kini Tuan Hosni, membawa ceritera baharu lantaran lama pula ia tiada berkarya. Saban minggu lamanya. Takut bosan pula tamu yang berkunjung.

Maka sudah lepas berapa-berapa minggu Tuan Hosni mengaji disini, maka diroyat pula oleh Guru Mutallib akan adanya satu temasya bersabitan hal ehwal dagang ini. Lantas jadi kepala budak budak niaga, maka geraklah sekalian mereka berdua belas ke Bandar Penawar. Akan yang ber tiga lagi itu tiada pergi karena asbab mereka jua. Cik Aminah, Cik Athifah, Cik Aini tiga-tiga mereka tiada sudi pergi. Biarlah, mereka juga punya pekerjaan lain.

Maka sebermula penjalanan mereka itu, giranglah adanya. Sungguhpun diketahui sekalian mereka bahawa mereka sekalian bakal hilang dua hari pengajian. Tiada pula mereka peduli. Tuan Hosni juga serupa.

Pergi mereka kesana, tiada pula mereka tahu akan hujung pangkal aturan pekerjaan di sana. Melainkan bermain permainan Catur Bistari, yang mana adik beradik ia dengan Monopoly dan Saidina kecuali lain nama dan caranya.

Banyak juga mereka berlatih, tiada pula sekalian mereka menang. Sayembara dua jam lamanya itu dari senyap bertukar kabut. Kasihan pula pada ahlul bank. Tiada cukup seratus tangan meladeni pemain berlima semeja. Si paling kaya pada malam sayembara itu orang tuan rumah sendiri juga, beroleh 35 juta lebih-lebih. Apa hairan, Tuan Hosni yang baik paras itu juga beroleh 2 juta. Sengaja ia beri muka. Takut malu pula tuan rumah.

Kasihan Tuan Hosni pada Si Bilah yang beroleh 64 ribu, namun semua pun gara-gara ahlul bank beliau yang tiada arif. Maka celaru pula segala urusan di meja beliau. Bukanlah gara-gara jahil Si Bilah. Tahu sudah Tuan Hosni yang orang-orangnya bagus-bagus belaka, cuma tiada bernasib mereka malam itu. Bak kata bidalan, sudah kepalanya bagus, maka badan sampai ke ekor akan bagus juga.

Malam lain pula beroleh pekerjaan lain pula. Berbahagilah sekalian peserta ikut madrasahnya. Diberi dua madrasah satu orang Guru dalam hal niaga. Guru-guru ini tiada lain tauke-tauke orang Melayu kita yang dijemput supaya boleh ia berkongsi nasihat dan pandangan sekalian kami pula perlu berbuat pembentangan fasal “perniagaan impian”. Beroleh lah kami sepatah dua nasihat berguna. Naik pula rasa kagum Tuan Hosni pada Gurunya, lantaran kuat pula ia berenang di laut ganas ini. Maka penuhlah masa petang itu dengan pembikinan paparan-paparan demi pembentangan kami.

Maka malam menjelang tiba, sudah ikut budi bicara, maka Tuan Hosni pun manjadi salah seorang pembentangnya. Awal-awal lagi sepakat kami memilih cacing sebagai perniagaan impian sekalian kami. Bukanlah berjual cacing shaja, namun jangka masa panjangnya membolehkan kami sekalian berbuat ubat sendiri. Manalah tahu.

Namun sedang mula bertutur di atas pentas di khalayak ramai, maka ketar-ketar pula Tuan Hosni. Tiada terdaya beliau lantaran ketar-ketar itu sudah natijahnya. Namun karena sudah ketar-ketar, kepala tiada fikir matlamat, maka tersasul Tuan Hosni menyerah mikrofon tanpa ia ingat pada gilirannya. Sudahnya, tambah cemaslah beliau. Sudah itu, tertangguh pula sampai Saudara Leman tiada sempat berbaca bahagiannya.

Tiadalah Tuan Hosni terdaya terus berhikayat lantaran malu teramat sangat. Barang yang berminat, tanyalah sekalian Ashabul Entrepreno. Tahulah mereka berhikayat. Sudah habis Tuan Hosni berbuat celaka, maka turun ia bergetap bibir tiada berbunyi sepatah. Malulah ia bukan kepalang. Malulah ia karena tiada upaya bercakap depan sekalian budak ramai-ramai. Salah beliau juga tiada siap siaga molek-molek.

Duduk senyap Tuan Hosni membisu malu, maka tepi-tepi beliau baik pula sekalian handainya. Tiada pula mereka marah-marah. Malah baik pula mereka berkata manis membuang cuka di mukanya. Mula-mula tiada mahu ia meladeni, namun akhir-akhir terlayan jua. Tuan Hosni fikir, apa guna dikenang barang yang sudah. Hanya iktibar sahaja mampu diambil.

Maka belajarlah Tuan Hosni ilmu baharu malam itu. Moga-moga tiada diulang silap yang sama. Namun, terharulah ia dengan sekalian handainya. Pandai pula jaga hati orang. Pandai pula berbuat kerja. Pandai pula berhujah depan orang ramai-ramai. Malu pula ia jadi kepala. Baik-baik mereka sekalian ini, tiada pernah berbuat onar.

Maka fikir Tuan Hosni, jika ditakdir beroleh beliau membuka syarikah, maka orang-orangnya pasti sudah di ambil dari Ashabul Entrepreno beliau ini.


Kita kan keluarga!~~

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Salam! Ya KMS! (Greeting, o KMS)

Here am I at the under-renovation Bangunan Nazak in this outstanding Seremban IB World School. The way of this building looks now might make you think that the Zionist regime has mistakenly lunch a missile to this very building. The failure of both contractor and college administration to get this renovation done within the school holidays had spawn anger among the teachers, as well as the students. Wisma Pelajar is not a conducive place to conduct classes and poor A Level students had to fight for their asses to get a sit in the small Lecture Hall 1.

This very first week (4 days to be exact) back from meaningless holiday, as usual; my weight-gained body draw attention from my caring friends. Well, they have no different too. Holiday is the only time to really stuff our stomach with the dearest food of our desire instead of those horrible masterpieces served by the Dewan Selera Lah Sangat.

The two days re-orientation programme had left us completely in boredom. Though, few teachers should be given credit. Thanks to them for they came out with several activities that is not so boring, not including the Chicken Dance and the Siamese Song Dance. My beloved and wise Madam Siti Marry also had managed to give a good speech, although she was merely repeating what she had told us last year.

The weird thing about this bloody Chicken Dance, agreed by Mr Wajidi and Miss Aminah, is almost all of my friends from the other education institute all over Malaysia somehow knew this bloody dance. It is not about how we should shake our asses and prancing like a half wits, but it is just because when we were asked to dance, the guys were positioned in front of the girls, creating an uncomfortable feelings overwhelming our mind and heart.

This very displeasure rose as we felt like our cute asses was being "usha" by the girls behind us while we were dancing. To the female readers who just started to vomit or make an “Eeeeeeeeeeeeww!” sound, let me remind you that this uncomfortable feeling of mine is shared with all my friends and I bet that each of you would have the same feeling if you were in our shoes that time.

Thursday and Friday greet us with the semester 1 exam results. Thanks to Allah Almighty, my performance is quite acceptable although dissatisfaction still rose due to my Chem Misery, Mad, Biol Lagi, and Ekor Nomy. Their details will not be shared here and all I can say is I have to perform my puasa nazar. It is the first time mingling with such question for god sake, and all I can do next is to strive harder and harder for a better result in the next three semesters, the final one especially.

The departure of Madam Khomah to pursue her study had left our class with her new successor that will be here in February. Happily keeping the holiday Chem Misery homework in view, we pay the consequences as Madam Zolbidah the temporary teacher had asked us to submit it on this Monday, not to mention the experiment design task given by Madam Juriah last year. These two tasks, along with the frustrating exam results, had put away our smile and laughter, leaving us speechless for a long long long long 5 minutes. Well, say hello to IB again!


P/s; When will we ever learn that procrastination always lead to disaster?


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Sultan Abdul Hamed II (1876-1909)

Theodore Herzl berangkat ke Turki pada Mei 1901 untuk berjumpa Khalifah. Misi Herzl ke sana ialah memujuk Khalifah menyerahkan bumi Palestin kepada orang-orang Yahudi. Malangnya, Khalifah enggan menyerahkannya kepada orang-orang Yahudi, malah permintaan Herzl itu dibalas dengan kata-kata berikut;

“Beta lebih rela ditikam dengan besi daripada melihat Palestin hilang.“

"Bete lebih rela dikerat daging dari tubuh beta sendiri daripada mengeluarkan Palestin dari tanah orang Islam"

"Tanah Palestin bukan milik Beta tetapi milik orang Islam keseluruhannya. Beta tidak akan membenarkan sesiapa mengambilnya selagi beta masih hidup. Tetapi jika suatu hari khilafah Islam tumbang, anda boleh mengambilnya dengan percuma."

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Khalifah terakhir Sultan Abdul Hamed IV meninggalkan istana atas arahan Presiden Turki pertama Mustafa Kamal Attartuk pada 1922.

Penamat kepada khilafah Islam,

dan permulaan kepada pencabulan kehormatan Islam dan Muslim

BERSAMA KITA BERSATU MENEGAKKAN KEMBALI DAULAH KHILAFAH!~

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