tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30387422454436063912024-03-12T19:44:04.025-07:00Simple SoulShah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-86881878772660937662019-05-10T18:16:00.001-07:002019-05-10T18:16:45.920-07:00Struggle This is me writing down my feelings right now. I have not done this in a while. I read my old posts and sigh , because they were significant. Makes me wonder why I stopped , why I did not pursue this formally or professionally.<br />
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I am stuck career wise. I just resigned from a job I hated but could definitely do. Just hated . I resigned without having a job to go to. I have been applying to more than 50 jobs since December last year and only had 2 calls to interviews and a couple of pre interviews<br />
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I made this decision with full of confidence , as I am now 34 , and feel that this is the time to get my career goals in line . Not just work for the sake of work , but need a specialty.<br />
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I have been around many industries and I can't get past the fact that advertising and marketing is the thing I want to be doing and be better at.<br />
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That means agency life again.<br />
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The thing is , I know my worth, and experience and knowledge I have accumulated over the years. I just cannot get recruiters to see that.<br />
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It's frustrating because your ego says you deserve a higher chance because of your education you acheived overseas . But that's just not the case. I see people from the same batch , same course who gets jobs in major companies.<br />
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I am not a lazy person I work hard at every job I get , get things done , and most of the time bosses appreciate that.<br />
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<br />Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-37817597806349693572012-11-21T07:53:00.000-08:002012-11-21T07:53:02.119-08:00Inches<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The days go by almost unnoticed. What we did a week ago seems only yesterday, and what we want to do tomorrow is done. How short life is when that feeling of days going by so fast hits you and you feel that you have done so little to fill up those days, hours, minutes and seconds. Have we done all that we wanted to do in that week? Or have we again given in to procrastination, that mother of all viruses that plagues us. On the other hand, these fast going days have its advantages, for me and my wife, we are now safely (alhamdulillah) into our second trimester. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second time around, the nervous feeling was a different nervous, just because firstly, another glimpse of our baby, now a month older than the last time. Has the baby grown steadily, or even the worst fear, is it still moving?? Alhamdulillah, the baby is growing , and moving waving its arms cheerfully. A sense of relief takes over, as the doc calls me to see the monitor and could see a solid shape of the baby, and its arms going up and down towards its mouth...sucking its thumb maybe? All in all, its a great feeling altogether, and I feel humbled by the grace and greatness of Allah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After fajar prayers, I got back into bed and scrolled through the fb timeline on my phone, and tapped on a video. The video was on the situation in Palestine. I have known for a few days on what was happening, but honestly I have never watched the kind of images that I was about to see. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In general, it was not the goriest, or most violent, but I don't know, hearing the cries of the women, the sheer anarchy of the people after getting bombed or being in the vicinity of the bombed area, that struck a bad emotional chord inside of me. I started thinking, how would I react, and also, how amazingly lucky we are to be watching and not be there. I honestly would go crazy or dazed beyond comprehension if that happened to Malaysia, hearing bombs drop, the fear of the bomb dropping on you. How to live with those thoughts everyday?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then came the part where they show the hospitals and the kids. Ya Allah, the kids. I was overcome with sadness and started shedding tears. Seeing these small children, being injured and shot. In a matter of seconds, I was sobbing, the worst was when this small girl, carrying I would assume her baby sister/brother, who was dead, and she was shouting and screaming for the baby to wake up. Oh Allah. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After that clip, came another realization , of how useless I am to them. I am crying sympathizing for these brothers and sisters in Islam, but what have I done, or what am I to do? I pray for them, as that is the only immediate thing that I am capable of.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wonder, what does the neutral think about this situation? How would a person not feel something is not right about what is happening? How can they still not see a guilty party? Put aside religion, can't they see humans are dying for nothing at all? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its a matter of inches everyday. Baby is growing few inches every week. Palestinians are dead or not dead within inches of the bomb being dropped. And we inch every week towards total inhumanity if we do not stop injustice in the world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a space of 2 weeks, I have given advice to 2 close friends on relationships. After the second person, I had a random thought that I could maybe be a psychiatrist or a school councilor. Hahaha. I feel I got through to my friends , and gave them sound and logical advice based on the almighty. It felt good as always. These weren't the first friends. I think I miss being the reliable friend in subang sometimes. Living outside of Subang Jaya has taken a toll on the amount of time I spend with my friends. When I do sit in, I felt the same feeling the first time I came back from NZ, sitting there not knowing and not willing to butt in. A brother called me out on that once , and his words are coming back to me these days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think the stress and frustration of not playing any futsal/football/soccer is causing the nostalgia. That one or two hour futsal session and hot tea after with the boys are enough to keep me in the loop. This has been the longest I have gone without playing the beautiful game. 6 weeks if tonight is cancelled as well. I understand everyone has priorities these days, I have them too. Just want that one constant in a week. I have even tried reaching out to other groups for a taste of the sport, but even they cancel each week. Oh man... Only video games and BPL matches satisfy a humongous craving. In all actuality, like smaller drugs, it increases the hunger even more ! Dah tak tau main bola kot by now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The majority of us Kakibangkus are now happily married Alhamdulillah, The demographic has changed significantly this year, with no less than 6 that tied the knot. Last years unions have already shown dividends in the baby department, one delivered, one any day now, and 2 more are expecting early next year. I am humbled and privileged after so many years, our core friendships are still here, and continuing to the next generation. It is refreshing to see that our individual silent vows of staying friends are being kept. InsyaAllah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dangg, this actually worked. Feeling much much better. My brain is probably too small, need to unload to have full optimization. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I am a married man now. Last post was a bit before I was married, and now I am a husband. Heee </span></div>
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Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-62812366601498077092012-01-10T04:04:00.000-08:002012-01-10T04:04:12.435-08:00Resolutions, Kings and Countdowns<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To Shah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is already 2012 my man. Remember those memories that feel so recent in your mind?</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, but actually is one, two even three years ago. You felt so sure that the KB family day was a couple of months ago, but in all actuality it was a year. Time flies by so fast, so very fast. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember when I first blogged, it was really gibberish, those daily logs of what I did everyday and so on and so forth. I felt that it wasn't me at all. Then I dabbled in short stories, well paragraphs really, because I don't consider them in the category of stories. I was amazed, again, at what I wrote, constantly prompting self reality checks. I admit, it was no masterpiece and who am I to judge a great literary piece?, but on the other hand, I thought it had flow, which is the most important thing in a story if I do say so myself. But somehow, after a year of excitement in wanting to write more "stories", the spark...the spark that goes off when you want to write that important scene,...it was gone. Just like that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being able to write about anything, feeling the flow of continuous thumps on the keyboard and not resorting to saving a post as a draft for later editing, is one of the most satisfying accomplishments I would say on a daily level. Its like getting your tasks done on schedule. Makes you feel you can sit back at the end of a tiring day, and fall asleep without knowing when you fell asleep because you have no worries in the world....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She always thinks that she's the lucky one, but without sounding to much of a cliche', she has no idea that I am the one who is lucky. I see her constantly making the effort, everyday surprising me until I sometimes sit still, and thank god for the opportunity to have her in my life everyday. I count the days when we have that clarity and calm to build a life together. I pray to Allah that day will come soon.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was reluctant to go for the ceremony at first, but seeing Mak light up when she knew she would be attending her final and last child's graduation ceremony made me change my mind. For me, it was a pretty unplanned trip, as the tickets and the overall planning of the trip was last minute. The tickets were quite a bargain, far cheaper than the tickets I bought going back home for the holidays when I was there. So on the 7th of May, we were on a plane to New Zealand.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The days leading up to the ceremony on the 10th were filled with hangouts at coffee where Mak and Kak Yang loved the cappuccino's at various coffee shops around Palmy. Visited the new wing of Plaza, and brought them to the campus. It was a shame that it was nearing winter, as the flowers were already getting ready to wither away in the cold. Mak would have appreciated the greenery and the vibrant colors. Also had the opportunity to hang out with the boys.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Waited for half hour or so till it was my turn. Alhamdulillah, it went smoothly, did not make a fool of myself on stage, and was capped by the chancellor of Massey, shook his hand and proceeded off the stage and back to my seat. 3 years and thousands upon thousands of dollars spent, and the climax was those 20 seconds on stage of the chancellor. But having said that, I am proud of my degree. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Went to Redang 3 weeks ago, for a break cum business trip. We went there, (we being me, Rahmat, Ag, and Ikie) practically unplanned. Just packed our bags and drove up to Terengganu. Won't bore you with the details, but I would like to point out that never in a million years I would ever expect going on trips with the guys mentioned. It is not normal, because they are not from the same ol' gang I am so used to going trips with. It isn't a bad thing, these guys are great, but that just shows how life evolves into unexpected scenarios such as these. Rahmat I only met in New Zealand,....Ikie, although a schoolmate, but never was close (like now)...and AG I only met once through Aizat, and then got closer when I started work. It didn't hit me at first, but chilling at the resort dining area, and around me was no Hafiz, the one constant road trip member...then I realized, life is changing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Anyhoo, if there are still anyone else but my self indulgent self reading this post, my confirmation letter to graduate arrived a couple of weeks ago to my relief. I have always been paranoid that I counted my credits wrong, and actually I didn't graduate, and have to be a student again...oh the horror!!. On that note, I will be flying back to New Zealand for my graduation ceremony on the 7th of May. Will have to plan a road trip route soon to take Mak ans Kak Yang around NZ.</span><br />
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I have checked MyMassey twice now, in anticipation of maybe at least one grade pooping up to ease my worries, but nada...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></p>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-75377034838921100022009-09-30T21:26:00.000-07:002009-09-30T22:01:09.119-07:00and its the final month...<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Its October. Finally, its my last month insyAllah as a student of Academics, because as they say, you never stop being a student after you leave school. I am excited to go back to Malaysia to be honest. I know most of you would say "apa bender lah kau Shah...Malaysia jugak kau nak..". Yes, I want Malaysia, because I am Malaysia. Many would say its bad now, with the politics and the crime and bad economy, the weather, the inconsiderate people. But, hey, if we Malaysians don't wanna live in our own country, who would? If we aren't willing to do something about it...who would?. Anyways, pardon my few sentences of ranting, but too many have said the same things, which are undeniably true, but why run away when we should stay and make things better. hehe<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have 2 assignments more to go, and a test, then its just counting the days to the end of October for my exams. I have started to pack a couple of bags, and hope to send them back ahead of my flight soon. Apart from that, I need to sell a few of my possessions, some unwanted, some required to help me last this final month. I am trying to sell them to friends, but it is hard at this stage, as not only myself are low on finances, especially in the closing months of the semester. I just hope everything falls into place, and get my stuff sorted before we have to move out of Marne St.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Someone asked me, "tak sedih ker bulan-bulan terakhir kau?". I actually at this moment have no straight answer for that, but leaning towards a "No". I have had friends that have left for good, who try their hardest not to go back to Malaysia. They love it here. I just like it here. Malaysia has so much more meaning to me. I know most of you would say, "eleh, ader awek skarang mesti lah Malaysia ader more meaning". I agree, she has given more meaning, but Malaysia just fits me better, the air I breathe is more sweeter in Malaysia, smog and smoke and heat and humidity runs through my veins. Clean air, cold winds just makes me ill too many times, haha. I can safely say cold weather..I had enough. Only vacations after this, no more living through it.<br /><br />I can say that, I will miss this country. How can I not. I have grown so much over the pas</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">t 3 years. The laughter and tears and evolving mentally will always be remembered. Friends I have made, Malaysians and from other countries, I will cherish. I know this post is somewhat pre mature. There would be every chance that I would not pass one paper, and have to eat my words, hehe..but i'm pretty confident that would not happen, insyAllah.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I will try and post something before I really leave.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">In other news, my nephew will be a month old in a couple of days. So here are pictures of him....<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlTyaCAQ52Yvtq9SXj2TIAea050Y4zyZfFcJwEI3he9LsqJV77VgSLQrpbV9MSmWpxbhGSrY8sU8GsAAyxMnqlfiKYSNHTecrfO5OT4j-o-6c4oWFJZTPJS68e0VnEG1f9z5QhGkv3pSf/s1600-h/My+Pictures.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlTyaCAQ52Yvtq9SXj2TIAea050Y4zyZfFcJwEI3he9LsqJV77VgSLQrpbV9MSmWpxbhGSrY8sU8GsAAyxMnqlfiKYSNHTecrfO5OT4j-o-6c4oWFJZTPJS68e0VnEG1f9z5QhGkv3pSf/s400/My+Pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387491304169803618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />The bottom right picture is probably the only picture I have seen him actually opening his eyes. Heh. Comel gak ah budak nih.<br /><br />Later People<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-52470036282745023422009-09-03T18:42:00.000-07:002009-09-05T19:03:17.058-07:00Untuk Raiyan Azzim<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After months of eagerly waiting, finally my first ever nephew was born on the 3rd of September 2009. He is named by his parents, my abang and kak linda, Raiyan Azzim. Syukur Alhamdulillah, he is healthy, the mother is healthy, our family is truly blessed.<br /><br />Meet Raiyan Azzim bin Ozidin...<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnZG_h3Y9IXGN-IVK6HihAahYEgN7L678iJ-9DvH-1GHd4sY6eMPQwS5qVVLL8eR6n1N433e5P1DIZUateKqxV2ExD80KGtZCbpXne1bwTTdOPPBzPCYOiXnJQTBxWJwItxwbFI2G0JLP/s1600-h/IMG00112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnZG_h3Y9IXGN-IVK6HihAahYEgN7L678iJ-9DvH-1GHd4sY6eMPQwS5qVVLL8eR6n1N433e5P1DIZUateKqxV2ExD80KGtZCbpXne1bwTTdOPPBzPCYOiXnJQTBxWJwItxwbFI2G0JLP/s320/IMG00112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377423185813992626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He is very the fair, like his mother. At present time, i think he looks very much like Kak Linda, putih dan bulat. hehe. I for one was actually worried for the two, as complication after complications came, due dates were pushed forward and back. So for my nephew, my first of many acts of affection for you, and since I am not there to greet you in person, this is my present.. Nazarku untuk kamu...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsavMmOLSjDxEFdYs9JejBbvkqJTSsdJM-f7XApVQRdQC6cx4wqdW7wnCfgan5Zb7A8IlzG1jx5CyR2kekEcFmzbOCi5DG9lsoQCLes1amV32U0AM-WhMhxDeAYdSJmHcg2edYbsH6f_z/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsavMmOLSjDxEFdYs9JejBbvkqJTSsdJM-f7XApVQRdQC6cx4wqdW7wnCfgan5Zb7A8IlzG1jx5CyR2kekEcFmzbOCi5DG9lsoQCLes1amV32U0AM-WhMhxDeAYdSJmHcg2edYbsH6f_z/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377427315962950914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(to readers, sorry for the ugly bald headed me, look away...look away)<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">now our hair the same length..hehe<br /><br />To Mak, Kak Yang and Abang..It has always been the four of us for the longest time, we are truly blessed that in a year, our family has grown by two. Caya-lah Kak Wati !...hehe. May god continue to bless our family.<br /><br />Raiyan, i'll be back soon to teach you football, because your Abah is kakibangku for real. hehe. Kidding abang,...<br /><br />Hasta Luego<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Shah/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/IMG00112.jpg" alt="" />Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-61139133068551115742009-08-26T02:15:00.001-07:002009-08-26T05:34:46.651-07:00yes, this is technology<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If i remember correctly, the first piece of gaming tech that i marveled at was the atari. At the time, i thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I was 4. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It really is mind blowing when you think what can be accomplished with technology these days. Everything is getting smaller and smaller. I just read that there is a 128 gb pen drive. Its massive when just maybe 10 years ago we were only dealing in mega bytes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Only recently, i downloaded final fantasy 7 on my psp. To those who doesn't know, it was played on a PSone. It used to be that it could only be played on that PSone console, connected to a tv obviously. But now i can play it on the go, anywhere whenever on the PSP, which is something that still till now, makes me think about how technology has evolved.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Even now, phones are not just meant to be used for calling. Over the years, it has been a camera, a radio, a cd player, and now, it is becoming more common that a phone can do all that and more. Internet can be accessed from virtually anywhere, even this post is updated from a mobile phone.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />Makes me wonder, what's next??<br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-30792013304430462082009-08-05T12:47:00.000-07:002009-08-09T03:58:30.127-07:00So...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Before anyone says "update please"...and other comments seangkatan dengan-nya..<br /><br />But I actually feel like writing something anyways. heh<br /><br />It's been 4 weeks into the new semester, and Alhamdulillah everything has been going smoothly. I have only 2 days of classes for this semester, having a long weekend, as I have no class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I actually hate having too much time, because I tend to not do anything on those free days, not even have fun. Those weekdays I usually wake up and get stuck between having fun and doing work and end up doing nothing except clean. Clean my room,. do laundry, do the dishes...haha...anything to pass the time.<br /><br />I have officially sold my car that has been a good servant for 3 years. This means I have to take the bus to uni on tuesdays and thursdays. I really don't mind, I kind of like it because I know I won't be getting on a bus back home in Malaysia, i'd rather walk to be honest, and I did and have done so a few times when I couldn't borrow mak or kak yang's car. The buses here are free for students, and add to that the money I save from renewing the registration and warrant of fitness, I could probably get a treat for myself before I go back home.<br /><br />I went in to RedEx again, you know the place that I have been doing one off jobs at. Jobs at RedEx are normally really easy, but tedious and annoying to do because the boss is somewhat IT "blind" and he asks me to come in and fix the same problems, most of which he creates and re creates himself. Sometimes I feel guilty..sometimes, charging him for the same things, but I have justified that with me walking to work from home, which is 20 minutes away from RedEx. Also, I am working towards a new phone, so any extra income is welcome.<br /><br />Besides that...<br /><br />I have been thinking a lot about human behavior lately. How great god is that god is able to create so many different personalities and weaknesses in each life form. I have been wondering about evil people. I think that everyone has evil thoughts somewhere in thier mind, and I think the real psychos let those thoughts out and act on them. Murderers, rapists...I really wonder what goes through their minds when they do such evil things...or they themselves don't even know what they're thinking and doing?<br /><br />Sorry for those dark thoughts...<br /><br />So...<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-89048186576418960102009-07-21T03:28:00.000-07:002009-07-21T03:56:57.390-07:00people i know but have never talked to..<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My pre-college years are the years that people have seen me as sombong or pendiam. Somehow or rather, they know me, my name, and I know their name but I have never had conversations with them. This does not only apply to my peers, it also applies to family members.<br /><br />Through the wonderful social networking tool that is facebook, my niece from my half sister added me up. She is the same age as me (actually she's a whole month older than me to be exact). Its not one of those jejak kasih situations, where I have not met her ever, I have, and I do meet her almost every year since I could remember during Hari Raya. Haven't seen her or that side of the family for a while since It has been 2 Hari Raya's and another coming since I celebrated Raya here in New Zealand. Well the point is that, I have never spoken to her ever in a full conversation, probably an occasional Hari Raya greet, but never a full on conversation. Its probably me, being very shy during those occasions that I do meet them once a year, my nephews and nieces from my half siblings, which I told her should change next time we meet.<br /><br />There are also ex high school peeps that I haven't spoken to but somehow know who they are. Well probably thats normal, a loser in high school knowing who the cool kids are. But anyways, one of them, Jeng, who I remember Iylia always repeating her name Jeng NurAzrina, (I found that he has that habit of repeating names yang sedap sedap...macam Meqsu Aslina, even before I met her and became me novia hehe..) said hey on facebook chat. She started with hello, and asked immediately "kenal tak?", and I replied, kenal, tapi tak pernah borak. haha. She said it was probably because I was sombong, which is not uncommon, as many of my friends, including my close ones today, says that had a sombong face in high school. I just never gave my face any thought really, never knew people were paying attention to my face. haha<br /><br />These two situations made me realize that it really was silly of me not conversing with mutual friends, or distant family members, and I know I would never shy away now. I think being away definitely helped me develop that part of me that has always been lacking, the confidence to meet new people and converse with them and hope for further conversations in the future.<br /><br />Later amigos..<br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-41015573844288596712009-07-10T23:12:00.000-07:002009-07-11T00:25:02.477-07:00Yes, It happened in Palmy<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bersatu</span> Games 2009 was held in Palmerston North from the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> to 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> of July. Yes, It happened in Palmy. Due to the efforts of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Iylia</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rahmat</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bersatu</span> Games 2009 was a success in the eyes of not only us, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MUMSA</span>, but also got heaps of praise from the other contingents. I give a standing ovation to the those two, who I am proud to call my friends. I sincerely say that the games success were due to mostly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">thier</span> efforts however modest they would be and give credit to the whole association. I am one who feel that I could have done so much more to aid my friends in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thier</span> time of need, but thank god, the event went well. I cannot say yes when people come up to me and ask me, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">wahh</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">lega</span> la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">kau</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">lepas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ni</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">boleh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">tido</span>..". I don't deserve to say yes to that, because frankly, I did sleep. Only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Iylia</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Rahmat</span> and a handful of others deserve to answer those questions with a "yes".<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Bersatu</span> Games 2009, a fairly smaller event compared to the previous years I have been to in terms of contingent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">participation</span>. This year, we see a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">collaboaration</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">UMNO</span> and Petunia, as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">CMSA</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Petsoc</span>, which reduces the number of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">participating</span> contingents by 2. Also, we did not get any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">representatives</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">WUMA</span> as well as Lincoln University, which again reduces the number by 2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Bersatu</span> Games 2009 only got 6 contingents.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Alhamdulillah</span>, the weather was good despite a few brief moments of showers, in general, it was good. The only sport that was effected by the rain was basketball, which was promptly dealt with, when smooth running of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Sepak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Takraw</span> event finished early, which left an opening for basketball to be played inside.<br /><br />This year, it is not only the year that Bersatu Games is hosted in Palmy, but MUMSA has made history by coming in second overall for the first time ever. Last year, we were estatic when we won our first gold, but this year, it has been really unbelievable, when MUMSA's name got called for almost all the sports, meaning winning a medal for that event. Even for handball, when we got first place, It was unreal, coz we only trained once. (I apologize to all that got pushed around by me during handball, thats the way i've played with the handball club in Massey, I sincerely do apologize)<br /><br />Anyways, all of MUMSA are now down with coughs and colds, I guess due to all the cheering and the sleepless nights. I'm gonna make this post on Bersatu Games 2009 short and sweet because the event was short and sweet.<br /><br />Yes, It really happened<br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-29376768765865827682009-06-29T02:20:00.000-07:002009-07-01T05:35:01.376-07:00random thoughts to fill the void<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As my sayang would say..."Oh my goodness!"<br /><br />I have been the most inactive in my short period that I have blogged. I realized that I have only posted 6 entries this year. At the rate I am going, I will definitely not surpass the previous year's statistic of 17 posts. I haven't had writers block per say, I have loads to write about, but I have had people say I have overstepped the line of jiwangness as of late, and although I am not forcing anyone to read my posts, I would understand why, and I myself would comment the same thing if I was reading my own posts. As a result, I found that I over think what I write, and becomes something pretty unreadable, and most of my posts are left as drafts, and unposted, and probably rightly so.<br /><br />So, I have been again been bombarded (takder ah bombarded pun) by close friends and family, with questions of why aren't there any updates. "Biler nak update?"..."Update lah blog yg bersawang kamu itu..."..."takder post baru ker?". Looking back at my older posts, I have wrote mostly about my activities with MUMSA, maybe thats why I have less un-jiwang things to write about. I feel really bad not helping Iylia out more when I could have.<br /><br />So its winter here in the southern hemisphere, and I am not liking the cold weather. I know, practically everyone says that "i rather be cold than hot,"...but i seriously do not like freezing. Its better to sweat, at least I lose some weight...haha. With this dislike of the cold weather, also makes me think of home, of the people...and the food. Again "Oh my goodness!", i've been wanting pisang goreng for the longest time, and keropok lekor, and eating late supper at one of the mamak's or ayaq bu.<br /><br />I have also been dreaming of futsal....ahh that cage like haven for football players that are pretty talentless when it comes to a full 11 a side field match. Within those cages, dreams of emulating your favourite players are actually reachable...<br /><br />I called Hafiz couple of days ago. Its good to talk to him after 2 months or so, so updates were aplenty. Alhamdulillah, all updates are happy updates, some of em even downright funny. HAHA. Wedding bells, or maybe more appropriately kompang beats, have hit the kakibangku crew. I am trying and hoping that I would get back in time for one of my close friends wedding. He's probably the first really close friend that is gonna get married, and I really wouldn't want to miss that day and share the joy.<br /><br />For the past two months I got 2 one off jobs at a real estate company. First job was to create a short introductory video, which was great, because I like creating videos, which got me 150 NZD, not bad, should have charged more....and the second job was just to reformat the boss's laptop, which I charged 150 NZD, which is kind of high considering it was an easy job, even easier than the video job. Those jobs helped a bit with the groceries. The boss is a nice guy, and InsyAllah, more jobs will come from that company.<br /><br />Bersatu games is literally 5 days away from the posting of this entry. This year, it hasn't been something that is greatly anticipated like the previous years. First year, Iylia had already briefed me on BERSATU, and I was excited at the prospect of the games. Last year, It was more exciting, because the team/ contingent grew, and for me hopes were higher. There was a real spirit within the club. This year, we're hosting it, and we should be proud of that. I think its the thought of organizing, that makes us less focused on winning and worrying wether or not the games will run smoothly...well thats what i think.<br /><br />Well, I hope after BERSATU, i'll have something more interesting to write...and in more frequency. Till then i bid you adios,<br /><br />hasta luego amigos<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-34266626143370543852009-04-18T21:08:00.000-07:002009-05-02T04:05:07.050-07:00Terjun<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">! Hola,<br /><br />So last Tuesday, me, Saf, Ezim, Haizat and Harris drove up to Lake Taupo for a road trip. We left Palmy at around 11 AM, yes, quite late for a road/day trip, but hey...kata bujang-bujang semua, kind of..hehe. Anyways, most of you, by you I mean my friends who read this blog, would already know the main reason for the trip was that me and Saffy could go skydiving. Yes, skydiving. 15000 Ft, of pure expensive fun..haha.<br /><br />When we arrived, me and Saf went to the counter to register, and opted for the silver package, which included the DVD, pictures, a t-shirt and a jump from 15000 Ft. One of the variables that you had to fill in was your weight, which I confidently thought was 85, so I put down 85. Hahaha. Didn't know that we had to really weigh ourselves....and it turned out to be more than 85. Mader Ef tul..<br /><br />We waited for another 20 minutes before they called us to suit up in those skydiving suits that you usually see people who skydive wear. I honestly at this point was really calm, and really didn't know what to expect. When I did the bungee jump in my first year, this moment, the calm before the storm, was the time I got really nervous. But honestly, I did not feel that buzz.<br /><br />After suiting up, I met the instructor who was going to jump with me. Owh, we're doing a tandem skydive, not solo ok. If I was doing a solo dive, I would literally pull that parachute string immediately after jumping out the plane. haha. Anyways, I felt confident of the instuctor, whose name is Brad Rock by the way, because he looked large and strong enough to cope with my more than 85 Kgs of weight.<br /><br />Another 10 minutes passed, and we were asked to line up at the loading area. We waited for the plane to park, and one by one, we enter the plane. I was the first to enter, which means that I was the last to jump. Shit..I'd rather be the first. After all 18 of us were on board, (6 jumpers, 6 instructors and 6 cameramen), the plane took off and gradually went up and up towards the sky.<br /><br />At this point, I was pretty quiet, and Brad, who was attached to me using harnesses and ropes and other safety gear, kept asking me if I was ok. I was ok, really I was, It was just the thought of me jumping out of a plane finally caught up to me. It was the thought of accomplishing another one of my all-time to do list. The fear factor has not kicked in yet. Only when they opened the door, and the cold air came in and went up my suit, did the fear really kick in. One by one I saw them jump, and finally Brad eased me up the seats, and positioned us at the exit door. A quick exit photo, and 3, 2, 1...and I was falling from the sky.<br /><br />I felt like grabbing something, that reflex when a person is falling down, our body automatically reaches for something. So I grabbed my safety harness. 2 seconds after, Brad grabbed my hands and I let go, and we were free falling. I couldn't really think, I know I'm falling from the sky, and I see the cameraman in front of me. I wanted to scream, but no chance of that, the wind was blowing up at my face, and the goggles were kind of loose that made it a bit uncomfartable. But being a true poser, when the camera was in front of me, I tried my best to give a thumbs up, trying to give a smile. hahah. It was the greatest rush i've ever experienced so far in my life. Several seconds passed, then I felt a jolt upwards, and suddenly the air was calm, and I could hear myself again. He had pulled the cord and we were now parachuting down.<br /><br />While we were parachuting,<br /><br />Brad: "Welcome to my office"<br />Me: "Not a bad office to go to everyday, if I say so myself"<br />Brad: "Beats wearing a shirt and tie everyday"<br /><br />After 2 minutes of parachuting, we landed in the landing zone. Awesome! Awesome!<br /><br />Skydiving was not as scary as bungee jumping in my opinion, but skydiving is waayy more exciting. I recommend everyone to try it once in your life. Hehe.<br /><br />I leave you with a video I put together to further let you enjoy my joy.<br /><br />Hasta Luego Amigos<br /><br /><object height="432" width="576"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/169553955175"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/169553955175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="350"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-23225648857761274652009-04-12T23:40:00.001-07:002009-04-13T01:03:12.498-07:00Football..yes football<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Owh no..not another football post by another football fan talking about what else...football..."<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">People who sees the title might think that, and hey, they're not wrong. As the title suggests, it is about football</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">.<br /><br />However, I am not going to comment on last weekends game, where Arsenal won 4-1 at JJB Stadium, or how out of nowhere Macheda saves the game for Man United yet again, or how Aston Villa fought hard to get a point at home. No, I won't, because there are countless football news sites that are dedicated to bringing you those reports.<br /><br />I am however going to address the issue that in that last paragraph, I mentioned English Premier League teams, and not M-League (Liga Malaysia) teams. Football enthusiasts, especially Malaysians out there would say.. "Buat aper nak cerita pasal M-League, buang masa jer". I admit, I would be one of those people saying those exact words.<br /><br />Yesterday, I watched a documentary solely directed to get views on this issue. It was made by a senior of mine is Subang Utama. It was his final year, or mid year project, i'm not sure, but project la..wher</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e he had to p</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">roduce a video of some sort. His video was called Bolatendang, a documentary on why Malays</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ian football is not at par with the other Asian countries.<br /><br />Links to the videos are the following:<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZXndWGKLIw&feature=channel_page<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYQrVpcgNlU&feature=channel_page<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZa1SAzZ-_I&feature=channel_page<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etjjHtH5Ua4&feature=channel_page<br /><br />(All links are from youtube user MohdZyD's collection)<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After watching the video, I wanted to give my own comments on what I thought, and felt that I was also one of those people mentioned, as</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> far as selective support goes. He mentioned that it was a fact that you would rarely see any Malaysians actually wearing the national team jersey in public, instead, countless would wear Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool...etc. I think </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">in a way, by making it more stylish (I think the current and last Malaysian National team jerseys were quite stylish), so that more rakyat would want to wear them. Which brings us to another question, people wearing them for pride or just because its wearable in public?</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7NU9GWeUVsED_PYW9Ukq2rGGp-g5yz-xrKescdd5qyROSJZl8aA2fzOJoyQuRCf1limUyh_sR9XsmGQPav6SWmHTkjC8QU5Kv34_EFGbWp9YDYzAZiuLRZE4wVy5atMWD4R1sPhkJmHq/s1600-h/My+Documents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7NU9GWeUVsED_PYW9Ukq2rGGp-g5yz-xrKescdd5qyROSJZl8aA2fzOJoyQuRCf1limUyh_sR9XsmGQPav6SWmHTkjC8QU5Kv34_EFGbWp9YDYzAZiuLRZE4wVy5atMWD4R1sPhkJmHq/s320/My+Documents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324072963212335202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, without drifting away from the main issue here, is there a question of national pride amongst the rakyat when it comes to football?<br /><br />The main issues that were discussed when you watch the video are national pride, bad FAM management, not the best players selected, money and fear of failure. In my opinion, an issue that was not really addressed in the video was the fact that the parents of today do not want to let their sons play football professionally because frankly, they do not think that there is a future in football. It is different from UK, where there are more chances for youth to flourish, and if not, they would still have a decent career as a footballer in the lower leagues. Incentives are there, a promise of a livelihood is there. In Malaysia, parents would want their kids to be a professional something, other than a professional footballer.<br /><br />Now it is more apparent that the excuse of Malaysians are too small physically to compete and be a force internationally is just that...an excuse. We see the best players in the world today are on average our size or smaller. Messi, Aguero, Arshavin, Walcott, Modric, all small compared to their opponents and team mates but still light up the field. There was a mention of science and football, where players can now be built made to order basically, with diet and training. Malaysia can do this starting an early age. But we go back to the same question, would parents want their children to dedicate their lives to football. Will there be a future?<br /><br />I was almost in tears (cheh...sajer nak drama lebih)...when I saw clips of Arwah Mokhtar Dahari, as he split defences left right center. Thats another problem, our footballing heroes are not being put up on a pedestal as they should be. I only hear of their greatness, through my uncles and older cousins, but I have never seen them play. It is a problem because, they should be idolised the same amount or even more than Cryuff, Platini, Pele and Maradona, because they were OUR heroes. Our kids should say " I wanna grow up to be like Mokhtar Dahari".<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmypmcJ_uY8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmypmcJ_uY8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Tell me after seeing how he plays, that its not similar to the other greats of yesteryear. Where was youtube when i was growing up? I would definitely aspire to want to play football like him.<br /><br />Seeing that this post is looking a wee bit on the long side, I better say my last few thoughts on the matter. Whats the matter with our Malaysian football? It's not that we lack the quality because we're as good as any other Asian country and can compete. Its not the physical side, because games can be tailored according to the team. It really is our pride that gets the best of us. Its an abundance or in short supply, its never just enough. We get to a period of good patches where we play great football, and we start to forget. When we are down and out, we struggle to pick our heads up.<br /><br />We are a country that celebrates successes, but does not support enough when we failed. Media bashes the team when they lose, and yes it happens everywhere, but everywhere, support is still there, and the team has the mental toughness to pick themselves up. I for one will try to change my attitude towards football, because no offense to bowling and shooting, I want Malaysia to succeed in Football too.<br /><br />ZyD bro, if you're reading this, great video and hope its ok if I link the videos here.<br /><br />Give Malaysian Football a chance, there's proof that its possible.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-61101310367466324472009-03-29T04:59:00.000-07:002009-03-29T14:32:29.042-07:00What it does to people..<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Firstly, I'd just like to say that I just drank a mixture of hot chilli powder, cayenne pepper, black pepper, lime juice, mustard, mayonaisse, bbq sauce, chilli sauce and taco sauce after losing at UNO. WTF? UNO of all games to lose at. I am proud to say i did not puke, but currently perut and anus berasa pedas. Heh.<br /><br />Rindu. A feeling that a person gets when he or she longs for another person, persons, place, or thing. That was a definition by me, and not by any dictionary. Like love or hate, it must be a very popular feeling, because there are a shit load of songs that have the theme of missing someone, or have the word "rindu" in the title. "I don't wanna MISS a thing", "I MISS you", "Bila RINDU", "Benci tapi RINDU"..hehe...you get the picture.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway..missing someone for me has much more significant meaning these days because of my novia. I mean, i've missed many people before, my family, especially my mak and opah, my malaysia, my kakibangkus, but having that feeling after getting together with my novia, I find that there are different degrees of RINDU.<br /><br />RiINDU make you sad sometimes, but also sometimes make you work harder to be with whomever or whatever you are missing. It makes you daydream, and stare out into nothingness, leaving your world behind and flying off in your mind towards the object of that you are missing. For the most cases, RINDU makes you appreciate that person or persons or place or location so much more..heh<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estoy pensando siempre en tu mi bohemoth...</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I leave you of an image of a typical person staring out into nothingness, mind somewhere else...when missing someone...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMm3x1Ak9TduteS2MkEiVoRQDF6Pv2titjbm9kCyz1xsdzbf9Dj9QiOYJ3euKCg1jKLDSKe3uvQzDvFEKSiOEAWAttt7yoSsoy8llBoiNHzMz2z5obrtFDSrrFzr60IcxazlYrll36bXx/s1600-h/IMG_4391-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMm3x1Ak9TduteS2MkEiVoRQDF6Pv2titjbm9kCyz1xsdzbf9Dj9QiOYJ3euKCg1jKLDSKe3uvQzDvFEKSiOEAWAttt7yoSsoy8llBoiNHzMz2z5obrtFDSrrFzr60IcxazlYrll36bXx/s320/IMG_4391-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318590226973717394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Hasta Luego<br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038742245443606391.post-67679136220655372612009-03-29T04:10:00.000-07:002009-03-29T06:27:51.039-07:00Kakibangku goes RED<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As much as I will be saddened by writing this, and i will show you later why......I feel its my duty a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">s a member of Kakibangku to report this...and also because I want to write something, hehe<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kakibang</span></span><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Shah/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Picasa%20Exports/things/IMG_4408.JPG" alt="" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ku FC has gone through its third evolution in its long history, and has now evolved to total REDness. This third installment of defining Kakibangku identity features an Adidas jersey instead of the previous two Nike jerseys. I can safely say, that with that change, there is also an evolution in terms of memb</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">er demographics...(hehe...mentang-mentang baru buat assignment guna word demographics, nak gak letak kat sini...haha). Not less than 50 people ordered the jersey this time around, which shows how much Kakibangku have grown over the years. What started as the word to define a "sense of belonging" for a group of high school friends, later became THE word to define them. New friends that join in lepakking with us, actually refer us to Kakibangkus, and many have stayed on with us to call themselves Kakibangkus as well.<br /><br />As stated above, the new jersey is an red Adidas jersey with white</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> trim. The unique de</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">sign prompts simplicity on our part, and our in house designer Syadzwan duly delivered. The Kakibangku emblem is situated on the left of the Adidas logo, slighty magnified to bring balance to the jersey. At the back, there is the name and player number printed using the current Adidas font and number used by international teams sponsored by Adidas. The new feature this time around is the gold KAKIBANGKU situated just below the collar. This jersey encompasses modern design with classic simplicity.<br /><br />I logged on to facebook a few hours back, and I see this photo posted....<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMOeajvCqe6-N0_HRVvY3zBlY_efgS-95xiss75mFETg-xf5wJkq-8mLh12TaOaVK_cphmqS8fafnP20wA0nrE9asiKEEc_RUk1w8cNCAThhyphenhyphen74wz9b2ZoUpMtj1ZOnVk-_vfS0hT3rto/s1600-h/2582_77219385991_531295991_2355972_2960354_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMOeajvCqe6-N0_HRVvY3zBlY_efgS-95xiss75mFETg-xf5wJkq-8mLh12TaOaVK_cphmqS8fafnP20wA0nrE9asiKEEc_RUk1w8cNCAThhyphenhyphen74wz9b2ZoUpMtj1ZOnVk-_vfS0hT3rto/s400/2582_77219385991_531295991_2355972_2960354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318574705290398194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I found out that they had their first match with the new jersey. Its bad enough that i'm not in that picture, but they won the match 12-0!! WTF? that would have been a good match to be part of. Adehh..sedih, sedih. But anyways, i'm happy for the boys..great show, and hope the streak continues with this new jersey.<br /><br />Oh well, I guess the number 4 will have to wait and be patient...<br /><br />Hasta Luego Amigos<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGfHV6efYmGHkELLzTYikYfJ3pUeXSCFiu5DltHYCmp0MFCpwLt_ACCNVL6ahWBEPztqK3-eXufJ8EceU-rh-A7Yqt3ctmoyDTN1tC4A9CTbR8L8lptuhKU7LRJnUDFR9s490I9r_ZlvY/s1600-h/IMG_4408.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGfHV6efYmGHkELLzTYikYfJ3pUeXSCFiu5DltHYCmp0MFCpwLt_ACCNVL6ahWBEPztqK3-eXufJ8EceU-rh-A7Yqt3ctmoyDTN1tC4A9CTbR8L8lptuhKU7LRJnUDFR9s490I9r_ZlvY/s400/IMG_4408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318570416328855778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Shah Baharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563628641623098000noreply@blogger.com0