Basketball

Kalau bila sebut Melayu dan tanya "orang melayu main apa eih?" Maka jawapan yang slalu kita dapat- bola, takraw, badmonton. Bola. Bola. Bola. Hahahaha, sukan rakyat kan. Itu majoritinya lah. Tapi bagi aku pulak aku tak main pun bola dan takraw. In fact, aku sangatlah kaki bangku dalam kedua2 sports tu. Timbang bola kalau 3 kali tu dah super miracle. Jadi,

Sukan yang aku main adalah basketball atau dalam kamus dewan nya adalah bola keranjang.
Kat Malaysia ni, basketball adalah di-dominated bya the chinese. Pi lah mana2 court insyaallah korang nampak brader2 kulit putih yang main. Susah beno nak jumpak geng kulit coklat atau gelap ni. Ada, tapi terpencil. Dan aku tergolong dalam golongan terpencil itu.

Minat mula2 untuk main basketball datang dari komik legend of all time- Slamdunk. First time baca time darjah 2. Mula nampak Sakuragi Hanamichi, Rokawa Kaede, Akagi Tawanori dan Haroko (ingat semua nama ni, kagum!) Mula lah kenal bola basket, dan ring, dan rebound, dan bola papan, dan steamboat, dan gaya asasi. Kagum. Teruja. Ingin mencuba. Terus pergi beli bola kat kedai. Proses penjinakan dengan bola basket pun bermula.

Tapi takda peluang nak main. Semua court yang ada time tu dipenuhi oleh apek2 badan tough main tak pakai baju rantai emas ada subang main langgar2. Nak mampus?

Fast forward, masuk SBP- Sekolah Menengah Sains Sultan Mohamad Jiwa. Yeah peluang terbuka untuk main secara mati2an setiap petang sudah ada. Nasib aku agak baik, kerana aku ada geng. Geng yang sama2 gila kepada basketball. Mau tak gila. Kalau hari jumaat, sebaik selesai sarapan, pukul 710 pagi dah mula main full court. Sampai pukul 10 lebih. Rehat hanya untuk minum saja. Balik semayang jumaat, pukul 3 dah turun, main sampai pukul 630. Nasib baik malam court tu tak bercahaya. Hahahahha.

5 tahun dipenuhi dengan kegembiraan penuh menjelang petang. Kesedihan tak terkata bila petangnya hujan. Memang banyak nostalgia. Sufi, Ikhwan, Zarrul, Sani, Arif, Todak, Mat Lambung, Nik, Apai. Korang semua memang true teammates.

Masuk zaman matriks, maka experience makin bertambah. Berlambak yang lagi power, laju, skillfull. Nasib aku agak baik, sebab the first 8 yang dipilih untuk wakil KMJ, ada 2 yang keluar untuk study kat tempat lain. Maka aku pun diambil sebagai ganti. Again, basketball is the only sport i played at kmj. Famousnya aku pun sebab basketball (court basket sebelah jalan je, dan dikepit oleh blok asrama lelaki dan perempuan, plus akulah makhluk paling rajin main). Ini adalah team paling kuat pernah aku temui (dan sertai). Malangnya kecundang di final. Kemungkinan besar sebab 3 dari first 5 kami injured. Tiada rezeki namanya.

Ke depan lagi, tibalah kisah hidup di UKM. Waktu first year saja aku aktif. 2nd and 3rd year mula aktif berjoging. Kenapa? Sebab ada cuma half court saja untuk dishare hampir 16 orang. Sekali main ada lah dalam 5 minit. Kalau nasib baik boleh tahan 2,3 game dalam 15 minit. Pastu nak tunggu turn lagi 15 minit. Lagipun brader2 yang main tu majoriti orang luar. Suka sangat datang lambat- 630. Habis dalam 730. So boleh la main dalam 3 kali.

Disebabkan kejarangan aku bermain, maka aku betambah gemuk dan semua skill semakin lesap.

Tapi skarang ni aku makin bersemangat nak main semula. Entah kenapa, tapi semangat tu datang kembali. Mungkin sebab kat sini aku ada geng. Geng basketball Taman Rimba. Dari zaman form 4 dulu sampai sekarang. Masing2 belajar lagi, so time cuti lah kami jumpa dan main sekali. Tapi it will never be the same. Dulu fit, lincah dan licik. Skarang ni dah macam tong drum begerak. Takpa, slow2..one by one.

Defuuu. Apa kejadahnya aku buat entry ni?

Mungkin sebab aku punya minat dah makin naik. Juga mungkin sebab setiap hari aku paling nantikan jam 6 petang. Mungkin kerana aku rasa rimas meluat dengan mat2 rempit yang aku duk nampak time aku on the way nak g main. Yang lepak2 atas motor ramai2 then sembang kosong sambil isap rokok sambil dipeluk awek kat tepi. How things change right?

Keyboard Warrior (with shield and sword)

Ever since i entered the blogging world lots of things had come through me and opened my eyes. Too many types of blogs I had walked through ranging from football, politics, gossips, education, secularism, islamic, personal views, daily reports and not to forget arts. But one thing for sure that each of these blogs were filled with.

Keyboard warriors.

Not the infamous Red Warrior, but the most fearsome warrior ever existed in the world of blogging (and you tube, and facebook). They are the warriors in the virtual world with or without names. They complained, they scorned and they punished others just for the sake of their self- satisfaction. Most of them become warriors of their ideology and belief, and faith. Anything that differ from their understanding, faith or sides are brutally attacked and condemned.

Now,

Everyone accept the rights of speech (in this case, the rights of typing). Everyone is entitled to their own perspectives and ideas and beliefs. So it is a common practice for anyone to express and write down their own words to anything that is in internet. But, everything has it's own limits.

You can't easily harrassed people by leaving disgraceful remarks on others ideas-efforts- beliefs.

That is something that happened a lot in internet. Especially in blogs, facebook, youtube and videos. At the first time I was perplexed and astonished to believe that such people do exist in this world. No, just if you don't agree with the someone's idea then it's ok to reply-comment- give alternatives but in a correct way and manner. Yes gentlemen, manners.

You certainly can't label someone as infidel-kafir-sesat-syirik just because his belief and religious anderstanding is a bit different from other's. Siapa kamu mahu hukum orang sesuka hati? Are you God? Are you sure your understanding and conceptions are spot on? I really feel irritated by those who use the words of God to justify their words and causes. One or two paragraph of condemning people and one final phrase of words of God. The others will see it as "o man that's so right!" But some were not so. And the war between messenger of God and the supposed infidel begins.

You certainly can't leave insulting comments and swearing. It will only make you lose your credibility and respect from others. Don't be childish, act like a man. Oh unless you are budak2 lagi, haha.

And not to forget those who attack others cruelly just for the sake of their belief- ideology- party. They will try to champion their cause no mater what-how they gonna do it. Kadang2 tu hujah yang diberi langsung takda fakta, malah lebih pada emosi dan andaian. And ironically, they will not use a traceable account. Mostly are Anonymous. Hiding behind the unknown title. Such cowardness really make them look sore losers. Too fear to be condemned personally maybe. Hahahaha.

Again, i say that it's ok and much- much appreciated if you have your own ideas-perspectives-comments-thoughts that you would like to share but please make it in a proper way. Be professional, show your class. Don't act like a budak baru nak up. Disgraceful.

Macam kata Noh dalam lagu Inspektor Remos

Muda memberontak etika yang kononnya akan dipegang sampai ke hari tuanya
Jari jemari contoh lidah tidak bertulang yang berkuasa
Sains dan agama tidak sehaluan menjadi puak-puak yang lemah
Hanya ditemani komputer untuk menulis blog mencampak batu menyorok tangannya

Bangkit kau jadi Pak Pandir
Berlari mencari kuncunya
Bangkit kau jadi Pak Pandir
Berlari mencari kuncunya
Bangkit kau jadi Pak Pandir
Berlari mencari kuncunya
Bangkit kau jadi Pak Pandir
Berlari mencari kuncunya

Digital kini semuanya digital-digital belaka
Dari syurga ke neraka dimuat turun ke dalam komputer ribanya
Cinta songsang diterbalik dunia mata keranjang laki-laki dan wanita
Pembangkang mahu publisiti murahan memfitnah cuma senjata ringannya

The Story Behind (part 2)

*angkara susah benar nak online kat umah asyik2 kat ofis je, baru sekarang ada peluang nak ber-artikel sepuas hati. Ye la takkan nak bagi SV nampak aku tengah tulis blog kot kat pc pejabat, nak mapuh?*

Berdasarkan artikel lepas, saya ada letakkan lagu Help the Aged kepunyaan Pulp, band Britpop era 90-an. Sebenarnya terdapat pelbagai lagu yang dalam maksudnya di samping penuh bunga2 nasihat, tapi takpa, kita proceed one by one.

Lagu ini secara mudahnya menceritakan tentang ajakan/ nasihat seseorang (which is, the singer) kepada masyarakat untuk membantu golongan tua. Takpa, kalau tak dapat tangkap, mari baca liriknya.

Help the aged,
one time they were just like you,
drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged,
don't just put them in a home,
can't have much fun in there all on their own.

Give a hand, if you can,
try and help them to unwind.
Give them hope & give them comfort 'cos they're running out of time.

*In the meantime we try.
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel.
Funny how it all falls away.
When did you first realise?
It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff
although he's looking rough.
Funny how it all falls away.

Help the aged
'cos one day you'll be older too
- you might need someone who can
pull you through
& if you look very hard
behind the lines upon their face you may see where you are headed
and it's such a lonely place.

You can dye your hair
but it's the one thing you can't change.
Can't run away from yourself, yourself...

Funny how it all falls away. [x3]
So help the aged.

Dalam lagu ini, the singer persuade us not to abandon the aged people alone. Reason dia mudah saja-

1. because one day they were just like you.
2. cause one day you'll be older too.

Then throughout the song, dia ada cerita tentang pengalaman orang tua2 masa muda dulu yang sama dengan orang muda sekarang, nasihat lagi supaya jangan tinggalkan mereka, then hulurkan tangan (haha, direct translate) bantu mereka kerana mereka dah tak lama dah, amaran kepada yang muda bahawa tua itu pasti dan tiada jalan untuk lari darinya...

Rasanya tak payah nak explain panjang2, sebab lirik dia direct. Mudah difahami. But, what amazed me the most is the feel, the aura, the persuasive power of the singer to make me listen to his messages. First time saya dengar lagu ini adalah masa darjah 3. Masih lagi kendos, tak ambik tahu pun pasal lirik. Dengar sebab suka saja. And first time sedar akan mesej dia, adalah time form 4 bila dengar balik kaset ini.

Seriously, saya sangat tersentuh dengan mesej yang ingin disampaikan (in my case, memang sampai).I don't know how about you but for me this song really make my visual fly away and project the faces of the old folks at the rumah orang tua, the pakcik makcik jual nasi lemak pagi2, my tok wan and most ultimately, my father and mother. Tambah lagi, bila sekarang ni gradually those lines upon their faces kept on multiplying and the grayness of their hair are becoming more obivous. Hmm..




Ok, cukup mood tacing.

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Kalau berminat, dengar lah lagu2 lain dari band Pulp ini macam Like A Friend, Common People, A Little Soul, I'm A Man dan Something Changed (my favourite love song, about takdir tuhan). Lagu2 ini adalah sangat berkualiti baik dari segi lagu mahupun mesej yang ingin disampaikan. Janganlah dijumudkan pemikiran itu bahawa kalau lagu dakwah mesti lagu nasyid sahaja, lagu rentak pop-rock-rapp-balada-metal tiada unsur dakwah nya. Tak semestinya dakwah kepada 'let's embrace Islam!', tetapi berbuat baik kepada masyarakat dan nasihat kehidupan juga adalah kehidupan bukan? Bukan Maher Zain seorang saja yang berdakwah melalui seni lagu.

Ouh ya, maybe kamu semua tak pernah dengar pun nama Pulp ni kan? Hahaha, biasa sangat, yang berkualiti dan educating adalah tak famous. Yang megi segera sexy lawa cute comey hensem tough tapi kosong diangkat dan diminati. Itulah realiti sekarang.

Itu sebab saya jarang sekali dengar radio. Selalunya kalau radio Melayu balik2 lagu cinta agung aku dan dia sms tak jawab malu tapi mahu main tarik tali cinta tiga segi kekasih dirampas orang betapa ku cintakan mu. Defuuu. Kalau bukak MTV pulak balik2 video rappers negro bling2 mencarut sebelah kereta mahai kena kepit 4, 5 orang awek 80% bogel cerita pasai duit arak pmpuan party sex.

Tau dah.

I Feel Great

One question only.

Yesterday I was in charge of DOE booth. Then the VVVIP came. She offer her hand and 'salam' me. I explained our job scope, she asked some questions, I answered all. Both in Malay and English. I presented her one DOE handy bag. We had our picture taken.

She is yang mulia Tuanku Intan Shafinaz.

I feel great. Damn great and proud.

You ada?

The Story Behind

Saya yakin kamu semua ada lagu2 kegemaran masing2.

Tapi sedarkah, lagu juga adalah medium untuk berdakwah? Bukan setakat lagu nasyid dan zikir sahaja?

Lagu rock boleh berdakwah? Lagu pop boleh berdakwah?

Yes sir. Anything as long as it has messages contain in it.

Question: Ever heard of a 90's Britpop band named Pulp?

They are what I'm going to focus on next in my writing. Because their songs are so powerful, able to reach out to every audience. And they spread good messages through their songs too.

One example song, as a beginning. Hear this, Help the Aged.

Heart-Shaped Glasses

Yesterday another heart-shaped glass was broken to pieces.

It was mine.

After a long, a very long story, it ended at last.

Hundreds of "what if's?" rose up after.

What if...?

What if...?

What if...?

...




This is for her, goodbye and sayonara. And yes, arigato.

Sekadar Bertanya

Sekarang saya sedang gigih menghabiskan buku Chariots of the Gods? karangan Erick von Daneken (bunyinya macam tu lah). Buku ini sangat mind blowing, sangat senggama minda bak kata Obefiend. Untuk membacanya, sila sediakan diri anda dalam keadaan super open, ready to absorb ridiculous new ideas yang banyaknya bercanggah dengan agama baik Kristian dan Islam.

Ok ini cuma soalan pendek berkaitan dengan isi dalam buku itu. Saja bosan.

Kamu mungkin dah pernah nampak gambar di bawah. Tak apa, baiklah, ini soalannya. Apa anda nampak dengan gambar di bawah?







Honestly, what do you see in this picture?