Syazwan gets it. He was offered to do a QS degree after completing three semesters of QS Diploma.
He was very excited thinking of graduating at the age of 22 as he accepted the offer.
Suddenly he was very busy getting things ready for the coming semester. At first he was told that he will have to stay outside campus and he was busy looking for a house. In fact he has even paid for the deposit.
Then his friend told him that he will remain in the college. Oh he is so very lucky.
Now he realizes how his co-curricular activities have helped him in this aspect.
Come 4 January he will be joining second semester QS Degree programme. He will have to move to Shah Alam Campus the next semester though. He is not worried about next semester as Acap, his close rugby buddy will be there this semester and is reserving a room for him then.
Acap will be doing Degree in Sports management over in Shah Alam. In Sri Iskandar, Kordi will be joining first semester Diploma in Interior Design.
It looks like them rugby chums will be successful academically after all. Who says rugby and studying do not mix?
Diyana is also ecstatic for she has just got her laptop and internet connection. We are very happy for her for now she gets what she has been aiming for - a legal post in PETRONAS.
Now she is a Legal Executive in Malaysian National Liquefied Gas Company. So very proud of her.
Syafiq has started work over in the KL Tower Pony Ride centre. Last few days he was bitten by a centipede and he had to receive an injection to stop the pain and swelling.
Amalia went to her school registration today. She will start her Form two this Sunday.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
LEAVE THEM BIRDS BE
Tears nearly flowed out of my eyes as I saw two beautiful magpie robin dead bodies just outside the gate.
They have been catapulted to death by naughty kids. I was angry, very angry at this unnecessary killings of beautiful birds.
I think I know who the culprits were. I have seen them around a few times, with sling shots in their hands, under trees looking for birds to shoot at.
Once I saw they successfully shot an innocent yellow-vented bulbul. The bird fell down dead before it even knew what hit it. The boys picked the dead bird up and threw it into the drain, just like that, without any feeling of remorse or guilty.
Shooting birds was also my passion when I was a kid. But then I shot them to eat, but not to waste them like that. I choose what bird species to shoot at. I normally shot pink-necked pigeons for their sweet flesh. But I stopped shooting birds as I got into higher grades. I fell in love looking and admiring them instead!
So boys, please stop shooting birds with your sling shot. Stop killing just for the sake of killing. Birds too need to live in this beautiful world of ours.
They have been catapulted to death by naughty kids. I was angry, very angry at this unnecessary killings of beautiful birds.
I think I know who the culprits were. I have seen them around a few times, with sling shots in their hands, under trees looking for birds to shoot at.
Once I saw they successfully shot an innocent yellow-vented bulbul. The bird fell down dead before it even knew what hit it. The boys picked the dead bird up and threw it into the drain, just like that, without any feeling of remorse or guilty.
Shooting birds was also my passion when I was a kid. But then I shot them to eat, but not to waste them like that. I choose what bird species to shoot at. I normally shot pink-necked pigeons for their sweet flesh. But I stopped shooting birds as I got into higher grades. I fell in love looking and admiring them instead!
So boys, please stop shooting birds with your sling shot. Stop killing just for the sake of killing. Birds too need to live in this beautiful world of ours.
MORINGA & A STRANGE SWEET-SMELLING FLOWER
My Moringa trees, that I had mercilessly cut last week, have been very busy sprouting new leaves. Now, out of the four-foot stems emerge new lives, very healthy looking leaves, all ready for the picking for making nutritious soup or omelettes!
They had been growing upwards like anything for the past year. They had reached a height of nearly thirty feet before I decided to rejuvenate them. Their leaves have been getting smaller and smaller in both size and density. So one evening, with a parang I went chopping them off.
Well, I have been very passionate about Moringa of late. I was very much saddened by the tragic demolition of nearly 5,000 Moringa trees just planted in Bukit Kajang by a group of marauding wild boars and monkeys.
First the wild boars came and only nibbled at the young shoots. Then they came again, this time they up-rooted all trees to get at the very succulent roots!
The monkeys added to the damage by also up-rooting them.
Back to my garden, last few nights we wre puzzled by a sweet romantic fragrance emanating from somewhere. My wife traced the aroma and much to her surprise she found a strange-looking flower coming out of a plant.
The plant has never borne a flower before and we also have never seen any of that plant flower before.
I will try to post the picture of the flower later.
They had been growing upwards like anything for the past year. They had reached a height of nearly thirty feet before I decided to rejuvenate them. Their leaves have been getting smaller and smaller in both size and density. So one evening, with a parang I went chopping them off.
Well, I have been very passionate about Moringa of late. I was very much saddened by the tragic demolition of nearly 5,000 Moringa trees just planted in Bukit Kajang by a group of marauding wild boars and monkeys.
First the wild boars came and only nibbled at the young shoots. Then they came again, this time they up-rooted all trees to get at the very succulent roots!
The monkeys added to the damage by also up-rooting them.
Back to my garden, last few nights we wre puzzled by a sweet romantic fragrance emanating from somewhere. My wife traced the aroma and much to her surprise she found a strange-looking flower coming out of a plant.
The plant has never borne a flower before and we also have never seen any of that plant flower before.
I will try to post the picture of the flower later.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
GET READY
Tomorrow will be the last day of 2009. What have we done in 2009 and what are we will be doing in 2010?
No, I don't mean workwise. Forget about work for a minute. Get work out of the system for a moment.
Think about yourself for a change. No, I never ask you to count how much money or material properties you have collected over the years. I am not asking you to list down your successes and failures either.
All I am asking is what have you done for yourself? Where are you going, finally?
Are you ready for that day? Have you done enough for yourself to make sure that you get there and not the other place?
Well, I know all these while you are the man as far as deadlines are concerned. You are always on time as far as assignments are concerned.
But what about that day and the hereafter? Have you packed enough goodness for you to be able to enter the place?
Look into yourself tonight. How many more days you have? 5, 10, 15, 20 more years? How many more do you have on Earth?
You are no immortal, like Ben Richards of the Immortal series.
You are getting old. You are getting frailer by the second.
You are going to die any day now. May be not today, tomorrow or the day after..but for sure you are...
You will leave all that you have gathered behind...You will bring along nothing except your good and bad deeds...and may be your good children who will pray for you...your properties that you have donated sincerely...your knowledge that you have passed on...
Get ready! Do not say that I have not warned you...
No, I don't mean workwise. Forget about work for a minute. Get work out of the system for a moment.
Think about yourself for a change. No, I never ask you to count how much money or material properties you have collected over the years. I am not asking you to list down your successes and failures either.
All I am asking is what have you done for yourself? Where are you going, finally?
Are you ready for that day? Have you done enough for yourself to make sure that you get there and not the other place?
Well, I know all these while you are the man as far as deadlines are concerned. You are always on time as far as assignments are concerned.
But what about that day and the hereafter? Have you packed enough goodness for you to be able to enter the place?
Look into yourself tonight. How many more days you have? 5, 10, 15, 20 more years? How many more do you have on Earth?
You are no immortal, like Ben Richards of the Immortal series.
You are getting old. You are getting frailer by the second.
You are going to die any day now. May be not today, tomorrow or the day after..but for sure you are...
You will leave all that you have gathered behind...You will bring along nothing except your good and bad deeds...and may be your good children who will pray for you...your properties that you have donated sincerely...your knowledge that you have passed on...
Get ready! Do not say that I have not warned you...
A SALUTE TO YAYASAN TERENGGANU
Terengganu students are very lucky. They are given monetary assistance (RM750 for a Diploma student and RM1000 for degree) before they register.
Yayasan Terengganu is given the responsibility to do so. They do it very well.
Yesterday I went there for a second time, to get the money for Syazwan. All you have to do to get the money is to fill in the pink form (easily available at YT outlets), get your are's Pengerusi JKKK and ADUN/MP signatures, photo copies of the student's birth certificate and ic's of the student and the parents and University's offer letter.
Parents must be Terengganu folks, of course.
Syazwan received his money twice, once when he was registering for his sDiploma and now for his degree.
What amazed me was the way YT handled the crowd. For me, I just had to wait 40 minutes before Syazwan received his money, in cash!
YT is so brave to keep that much cash in the desk of the financial officer!
A hat off to both YT and Terengganu government!
Yayasan Terengganu is given the responsibility to do so. They do it very well.
Yesterday I went there for a second time, to get the money for Syazwan. All you have to do to get the money is to fill in the pink form (easily available at YT outlets), get your are's Pengerusi JKKK and ADUN/MP signatures, photo copies of the student's birth certificate and ic's of the student and the parents and University's offer letter.
Parents must be Terengganu folks, of course.
Syazwan received his money twice, once when he was registering for his sDiploma and now for his degree.
What amazed me was the way YT handled the crowd. For me, I just had to wait 40 minutes before Syazwan received his money, in cash!
YT is so brave to keep that much cash in the desk of the financial officer!
A hat off to both YT and Terengganu government!
Monday, December 28, 2009
SDARA 2009 ANNUAL DINNER
What a memorable occassion it was, the 2009 Sdara Annual Dinner. It was held in Puspanitapuri, Putrajaya Presinct 10.
The entire family plus Rohana (my sister in-law and her son) stayed in Diyana's flat for the occassion. Diyana's housemate was on leave, so we made ourselves at home in the house.
My wife and I arrived ten minutes before eight. There was already a big crowd of Sdaras and spouses waiting.
The first person I met was Dato' Rani (retired Brigadier General) who said," Finally I met Dr Azahar in person...all these whiles I just heard or read about you..."
Then Syed Jaafar, our ex-principal arrived. He was still very healthy looking, with matching grey beard and all. Soon he was surrounded by his many ex-students.
Then I met the forever beaming and young 'Ustaz' Saifullah...He came alone.
I did not know what his secret was, but really he looked stunningly young for his age - 55.
Pity my wife, she had to bear standing in one corner as I mingled with my long lost friends.
After getting my name tag, Dr Khairun Nazar, had put Dato' in front of my name...I felt very uneasy for this, really, I meant it.
I brought my wife into the ballroom, my wife to table 12 and myself table 13. Already at the table were Hamidin, Zamri, Hamzah, Wan Shariff, Agil, and Ramli. Then Zawawi, Omrin, Abd Rahman aka Computer, Rahalim made their way to table 15.
Colonel (retired) Razak was the MC for the night. Then YABhg Tun Mahathir and Tun Hasmah arrived. It was very gracious of them two to accept our invitation.
Then came Fisol Abdul, the Doa leader. Fisol, one year my junior, was my very close friend. We have never met since leaving SDAR...
The first person to speak was non-other than Dato' Dr Latiff, our YDP. It was very daring of him to have invited Tun M. You know the political scenario...
Tun M gave a very casual but deep talk. He talked about how Malaysians became what we are now through education...
The night was not to listen to speeches...there will be other fora for them. The night was for us Sdaras to mix around.
With us Sdaras were the Wind Orchestra and Under-15 rugby teams who were this year's national champions. The WO played Gelora as the starter for the night.
Then was Colonel Razak's daughter singing Kuda Hitam....
Dinner was good...thanks to Fatah,the Sdara caterer. There were giant prawn, fish, chicken and beef...
After dinner, I left my table and roamed the ballroom looking for familiar faces and stopped for a chat.
First was Mamat Endut, a fellow Kemaman friend. He broke his hand during a fall.
Next was Hassan Basri, the PETRONAS lawyer and J Sham's cousin. He had offered much help to Diyana when she did her practicals in PETRONAS. I did not recognise him if not for the name tag. He changed a lot since his form one days when we first met many many years ago.
Then I met Sle...my first time in person though we had talked often in the cyber space, our yahoogroups.
Mansor Saat was next. He, and I with many others in the group were involved in a rather emotional and hyper debates or rather wranglings about hadiths...so much so that he was banned for life from the group...
He was sombre and said,'Argh that was a non-issue." the minute I brought up the matter to him...
Faisol now lived in Seremban...he had married a NS lady...In his table was a character that I knew even from afar...He was non-other than Yusuf Kodiang...He outshone others by his silver beard, his cowboy hat and blue jeans and boots...just like him...
Then came Jamal...he ran to me as soon as he recognised me from his table...
There was also Chot...Mansur...
DKN as always was with his camera...snapping here and snapping there...like a real pro photographer...
A junior, Jamaludin or better known as Sedih knew me too...he could still recall how I broke my leg during a high jump...
A long-haired Shuib Samah was very happy to have met me...he told me that he could not imagine how I looked like...we have talked a lot in the yahoogroups...in fact we are distant relative...saudara sesuku...suku Mungkah Bukit...from my father's side...
Rahman Meran nearly lost his temper when I failed to recognise him first time...he looked different from the last time I met him way back in the nineties in Malacca...
As usual, when Sdaras met, we can talk the entire night...we are very nostalgic group...
We left the dinner when it was over...at almost twelve midnight...
Diyana came to fetch us...
It was indeed a dinner worth attending...
The entire family plus Rohana (my sister in-law and her son) stayed in Diyana's flat for the occassion. Diyana's housemate was on leave, so we made ourselves at home in the house.
My wife and I arrived ten minutes before eight. There was already a big crowd of Sdaras and spouses waiting.
The first person I met was Dato' Rani (retired Brigadier General) who said," Finally I met Dr Azahar in person...all these whiles I just heard or read about you..."
Then Syed Jaafar, our ex-principal arrived. He was still very healthy looking, with matching grey beard and all. Soon he was surrounded by his many ex-students.
Then I met the forever beaming and young 'Ustaz' Saifullah...He came alone.
I did not know what his secret was, but really he looked stunningly young for his age - 55.
Pity my wife, she had to bear standing in one corner as I mingled with my long lost friends.
After getting my name tag, Dr Khairun Nazar, had put Dato' in front of my name...I felt very uneasy for this, really, I meant it.
I brought my wife into the ballroom, my wife to table 12 and myself table 13. Already at the table were Hamidin, Zamri, Hamzah, Wan Shariff, Agil, and Ramli. Then Zawawi, Omrin, Abd Rahman aka Computer, Rahalim made their way to table 15.
Colonel (retired) Razak was the MC for the night. Then YABhg Tun Mahathir and Tun Hasmah arrived. It was very gracious of them two to accept our invitation.
Then came Fisol Abdul, the Doa leader. Fisol, one year my junior, was my very close friend. We have never met since leaving SDAR...
The first person to speak was non-other than Dato' Dr Latiff, our YDP. It was very daring of him to have invited Tun M. You know the political scenario...
Tun M gave a very casual but deep talk. He talked about how Malaysians became what we are now through education...
The night was not to listen to speeches...there will be other fora for them. The night was for us Sdaras to mix around.
With us Sdaras were the Wind Orchestra and Under-15 rugby teams who were this year's national champions. The WO played Gelora as the starter for the night.
Then was Colonel Razak's daughter singing Kuda Hitam....
Dinner was good...thanks to Fatah,the Sdara caterer. There were giant prawn, fish, chicken and beef...
After dinner, I left my table and roamed the ballroom looking for familiar faces and stopped for a chat.
First was Mamat Endut, a fellow Kemaman friend. He broke his hand during a fall.
Next was Hassan Basri, the PETRONAS lawyer and J Sham's cousin. He had offered much help to Diyana when she did her practicals in PETRONAS. I did not recognise him if not for the name tag. He changed a lot since his form one days when we first met many many years ago.
Then I met Sle...my first time in person though we had talked often in the cyber space, our yahoogroups.
Mansor Saat was next. He, and I with many others in the group were involved in a rather emotional and hyper debates or rather wranglings about hadiths...so much so that he was banned for life from the group...
He was sombre and said,'Argh that was a non-issue." the minute I brought up the matter to him...
Faisol now lived in Seremban...he had married a NS lady...In his table was a character that I knew even from afar...He was non-other than Yusuf Kodiang...He outshone others by his silver beard, his cowboy hat and blue jeans and boots...just like him...
Then came Jamal...he ran to me as soon as he recognised me from his table...
There was also Chot...Mansur...
DKN as always was with his camera...snapping here and snapping there...like a real pro photographer...
A junior, Jamaludin or better known as Sedih knew me too...he could still recall how I broke my leg during a high jump...
A long-haired Shuib Samah was very happy to have met me...he told me that he could not imagine how I looked like...we have talked a lot in the yahoogroups...in fact we are distant relative...saudara sesuku...suku Mungkah Bukit...from my father's side...
Rahman Meran nearly lost his temper when I failed to recognise him first time...he looked different from the last time I met him way back in the nineties in Malacca...
As usual, when Sdaras met, we can talk the entire night...we are very nostalgic group...
We left the dinner when it was over...at almost twelve midnight...
Diyana came to fetch us...
It was indeed a dinner worth attending...
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A RAT IN THE HOUSE
Out of no where and never before seen in and around the house, there it was, a rat in our kitchen.
My wife screamed as she first saw something bobbing in and out behind her newly bought stove.
"Aboh, come and see what is it behind the stove."
I ran to her and said, "May be a frog!"
I bent down and took a peek. Nothing. Then using a broom handle I probed into the space behind the stove.
Suddenly the rat jumped onto the stove and straight onto the windows, trying to get away.
It was Rattus tiomanicus, I think. For it was smaller than Rattus rattus, the city rat and bigger than the house mouse.
It quickly ran into the kitchen cabinet and cleverly hid in there. Even the presence of our Stocking did not force it to reveal itself to us.
Only after I left for work I was told that it quietly slipped through the kitchen door to freedom.
Indeed that was the first rat or mouse we have ever seen in the house!
My wife screamed as she first saw something bobbing in and out behind her newly bought stove.
"Aboh, come and see what is it behind the stove."
I ran to her and said, "May be a frog!"
I bent down and took a peek. Nothing. Then using a broom handle I probed into the space behind the stove.
Suddenly the rat jumped onto the stove and straight onto the windows, trying to get away.
It was Rattus tiomanicus, I think. For it was smaller than Rattus rattus, the city rat and bigger than the house mouse.
It quickly ran into the kitchen cabinet and cleverly hid in there. Even the presence of our Stocking did not force it to reveal itself to us.
Only after I left for work I was told that it quietly slipped through the kitchen door to freedom.
Indeed that was the first rat or mouse we have ever seen in the house!
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