My First Labour Day

Today is my first 'actual' Labour Day.
Before, i celebrate Labour Day because my parents and teachers do.
They are workers and labourers which means they are entitled to get a break on that day.
While i was just a kid who happens to be a bird on a bull's back.

But today is different.

Today i get to seat around doing nothing (except for washing the clothes), play the Internet, no worries for homeworks, nothing!
It's just the joy and the feeling of being appreciated.
After days and hours of tiring jobs and people, today is the day where workers are shown the gratitude by the government and of course by their respective employers.

I did some reading and i found out that not all the countries in the world celebrates Labour Day on May 1st.
In the US, Labour Day falls on the first Monday of September.
In New Zealand, this holiday falls on fourth Monday of October. (they sure hate Mondays...)

Everything has its own origins and history.
As for Labour Day, it originates from the eight hour day movement, 'which advocated eight hours for work, eight hours for recreation and eight hours for rest' - Wikipedia.
It all started in 21st April 1856, where the Stonemasons and the building workers on buiding sites around Melbourne, Australia, stopped working and marched in a parade from the University of Melbourne to the Parliament House to achieve the 'eight hour day'.
Fortunately, this direct protest was a great success and the Stonemasons and building workers of Melbourne are noted as the first organised workers to achieve eight hours per day of working.
This event inspired the celebration of Labour Day or also known as the May Day.

This is truly a good feeling for me.
I have been a worker for only two months,but somehow i feel delighted on this day.
Because as a worker, i get to feel how our parents and teachers felt.
How exhausted they are coming back from work.
How intense was their day.
How many problems their encountered.
How they cracked their heads to solve them.
I felt that all!

This day got me thinking. And made me realise.
Right now if i step out of the house and go to the nearest mamak stall, i'd find these mamaks running around serving the customers.
How are these guys being appreciated?
They get the scoldings from us.
We will never know how it feels like to work 12, 13, 14, 15 hours a day like them.
But they are also workers.
Yes it is true they should feel grateful being able to work in this glorious nation.
But we also in return should respect them for their courage and willingness.
Leaving wives and children thousands of miles away just to work for 15 hours a day.

Please understand how workers feel.
Greet your parents when they get back from work.
Respect your senior colleagues for their experience.
For these generators of the nation strives to ensure the continuity and productivity of family and country.
For workers, are human beings too.

Sufiah

Sufiah Yusof is a name that shock the world once upon a time.
And that name shocks the world again.
It shocked many hearts.
It shocked the hearts of Malaysians, especially the ones who lived through the time when Sufiah was followed closely by both local and international medias.

Sufiah was a genius young lady who entered the Oxford University at the age of 13.
She was a Mathematics genius who was 'trained' and 'taught' under the hot-housing method, pioneered by her father, Farooq Yusof.


Sufiah with her father, Farooq Yusof and her sister at Oxford University.

Sadly, not all beautiful beginnings end in the same manner.

i have not the heart to mention what she have become.
Sufiah should have been a role-model to math-dumb persons like me.
Instead she became what 'most' parents would not want their kids to be.
Again, i do not have the heart to say it.

Now, many people are getting themselves busy with Kempen Selamatkan Sufiah (Save Sufiah Campaign).
At the time this post is being created, the latest news is 4,000 members of a Malaysian political party who are in UK were put on the effort to find and save Sufiah.

To me (and to many more Malaysians), these actions are a bit 'unfair' to the youths of Malaysia.

Or to be exact, Malay youths.

We have our hands filled with problems that are too much bugging our minds.
Mat rempits.
Addicts.
Sex harassment cases.
More addicts.
Youths who never get the chance to enter college.
Youths who never get the chance to enter college because of financial problems.
All (or mostly) involving the Malay youths.

i don't want to produce more hurting and sad facts.
Considering myself as a newcomer, and as one of the Malay youths.
i leave the hardcore to the experts.

Silat and Faliq 1

This is a topic that I love very very much to talk about.
Eat Silat.
Sleep Silat.
Dream Silat.
Silat Silat.
Haha!

Silat is a part of my life.
It runs in my vein.
It is in my genes.
And it will be in my children's genes.
My grandchildren's genes.
My great-grandchildren's genes.

And so on.

Since i was a small kid, i always followed my dad to Silat classes.
Jalan Putra, Keramat, GMI are just some of the places that i've been with my dad.
The most memorable was Jalan Putra, Kampung Baru, Kuala Lumpur.

It was a big traditional Malay house.
The lawn was used as the training ground.

Every class nights, i'd seat aside, fascinating myself looking at the students.

Back home, i'd 'practice' myself the movements (it was actually kungfu! haha!).
i imagined i had a sparring partner in front of me and i'd be beating up his ass!

Yeah i'm weird!
Kids used to have tea parties or bicycle races with their imaginary friends.
But i practiced 'Silat' with him!

Haha!

That was how much i loved Silat.
i asked my dad to enroll me on a Silat class, but he refused.
i was too young, he claimed.

But upon my 'endless request and begging and nagging and blah blah blah', he enrolled me in the Silat Sendeng class nearby my house.

i was 10 at that time.


This is Silat Sendeng Malaysia's logo.



i enjoyed the class very much!
i came early, and i was the last to go back.

The instructors were fun and kind.

But most of all, the satisfaction of being able to learn how to PUNCH!

Unfortunantely, the class was moved to somewhere farther, because of some 'interventions and disrespectful acts' from some other martial arts society.

And so, my journey in Silat Sendeng ended after 3 months of practice.
i learnt the Belebat 1 until 7 (or 6, i can't remember), and the Lela Sembah.


After discontinuing my studies in Sendeng, i never enrolled myself in any other martial arts.
i turned into a normal kid who likes music and music videos.

HAHA!

That's all for today, i'll continue again later...

See you when i see you!

Craziness, Hotness, Headache-ness, Craziness.

Whoaaa...
Today was actually crazy.
C
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The sun was shining.
The wind was blowing.
The birds were singing.

And thousands of people gathered at the Damansara carpark for the Menara Milenium fire drill.
And i mean THOUSANDS!

We all had to seat, stand and sweat under the glaring sunshine.
Everybody complained,
"Waaaa why is it so hot aaa?"
"Haiya siao lorh so hot one."
"Weh aku xtahan panas dowh."
"Bilela nak abes ni...?"
At that time, people were hoping that the day would become a bit less-sunnier.

And their wishes were granted.

Just 2 hours after the fire drill, the HOT fire drill;
Pusat Bandar Damansara had the worst storm so far in this year.

People were stranded here and there.
2 staffs of HSBC also stuck somewhere near the Mama's Kitchen or something.

And for me.....
i went out for lunch at 3.45pm.
Haha...


Oh i forgot.
i worked alone today. ALONE.
My officer was on EL.
My senior colleague was on MC.
And i worked with my bad headache, alone.

Haha!

Good training.
Good experience.
But bad, bad headache.....

See you when i see you!
More to tell in the next blog.

=)

one of the terrible moments in my life...

It all started well.
i got down from the house, waited.
Then 2 of my friends came with a car.
i entered and we talked.
It was fun and exciting because it was the first time for the driver to drive with friends as his passenger.

We took the road deeper into Desa Pandan.

i noticed the windsreen was not very clear because we had the air-cond turned off, and the windows shut.
So there was quite a foggy windsreen and we couldn't see the road clearly.
i asked the other friend who was in the front seat to clear it out.
But the fog wouldn't go away...

At that time, i saw a parked, big tractor ahead of us.
We were going fast.
Fast enough to hit the tractor and get us all killed.

i shouted.
The driver moved the car a bit to the right.
And...
We hit the right rear tyre of the tractor.
The car was damaged on the front, left side.

Luckily we were not hurt.
Luckily the car was lightly damaged.



God showed to us tonight.
That His power is boundless.
That we could've been dead in a blink of an eye.

That He saved us in a blink of an eye.


Though it all happened so fast,
i was able to see, to feel each and every tick of the clock.
i was able to see how we could have been dead.
Instead, we are alive.
We were given the chance to repair oursleves.
We were given the chance to seek knowledge.
We were given the chance to seek the truth.

Me and my friends got back home, we turned on our PCs.
We chit and we chat.

i wished someone a belated birthday,
i watched some videos on youtube.
i blogged this experience of mine.

Tonight, i learned to be careful, to be concentrated, to keep God in our Hearts all the time.

Tonight, i witnessed God's power.


Subhanallah,
Alhamdulillah,
Laa ilaha Illallah,
Allahu Akbar...

Hongkong & Shanghai Banking Corporation

After leaving the telemarketing world, i stayed at home for a month.
A month of COMPLETE BOREDOM and emptiness.
i decided to get myself busy again.
i asked Abah,
'Bah, HSBC ade keje kosong tak?'
He was like,
'Ade, temporary punye position, clerical. Bak sini resume.'

WHOA!
A chance to work at The World's Local Bank!
So with the help of my beloved Ibu, we made my resume and had it submitted to the HR.

Finally i got the job as a TMP Clerk at DSR (Damansara) Branch.

So far, the people are good, the job is easy (and a lot, of course) and the environment is healthy.
I try my best to keep myself ON-Brand each and every second in the office.

Unlike the environment at WaterDrops, i always looked forward for lunchtime, always snooping out with friends, smoking, extended lunchtimes, used the company phone to call people, work on weekends, work on public holidays, hot-tempered, work more-pay less, cheating people, cheated by people, cheated by bosses and many more negative aspects of the working life.

But let bygones be bygones.
Let us move on towards a better life, a better job, a better SALARY (hehehe), a better KNOWLEDGE.

HUZZAH!!! =p

The meaning of 'FALIQ'.

Whenever i came across somebody who can speak Arabic, i'd ask him,

'Do you know the meaning of Faliq?'

They'll answer,

'No. Never heard of that word. But I do know Fariz, Fariq, Faizal etc...'



Me, myself, i'm not really sure of the meaning of my own name either!!!

But according to my Abah (dad), Faliq means, he who divides, compares between what is good and what is bad.
i also asked Abang Mie, he said he found the word 'FALIQ' inside the Quran.

It is Spoken in Surah Al-An'am, verse 95-96.


95. Verily! It is Allah WHO CAUSES the seedgrain and the fruitstone (like datestone, etc.) to split and sprout. He brings forth the living from the dead, and it is He Who brings forth the dead from the living. Such is Allah, then how are you deluded away from the truth?

96. (He is the) CLEAVER of the daybreak. He has appointed the night for resting, and the sun and the moon for


i bolded the words 'who causes' and 'cleaver' because those words meant 'FALIQ' in Arabic.


i even checked at many e-dictionaries for the meaning of 'CLEAVER'.
There were lots of meanings and most of them are similar.
Divides, compares, splits etc.

But i was quite shocked and excited when i found out, if the word CLEAVER or CLEAVE is translated Directly to Indonesian or Malaysian,
it would meant parang or golok (machete.

You know what parangs and machetes do..... =)

hehehhee.....




So for some of you who might have thought that my name is a bit weird and uncommon and wondered what it meant, you now know.

;p


See you when i see you!!

The first step.

Assalamualaikum and Hello all!!!


Neil Armstrong landed on the moon. Once he set foot on it, he said:

'That's one small step for (a) man, but a giant leap for mankind.'


The first time we all walked, we would stand up first, and then we make one small step, and we would smile and laughed.



Why?
Although we were still small, still empty, still stupid, we did the greatest thing which is the ability to walk, the ability to move.
We all felt glad and although it was a very tiny step, it was a big, big giant leap within our hearts.

It is exactly the same of what i feel right now at approximately 0245hrs in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia.

That same feeling we got at the first time we stepped, the first time we moved on.


i am moving on by starting this blog. Surely i won't stay blogging at Myspace forever (hehe).


My purpose of blogging is to share what i know, what i saw, what i see and what will i see with the world.
And at the same time, share what other people know, what other people saw, what other people see and other people will see.
i will share my knowledge and experience with you, my beloved friends.


Well, that is all for now i think.
If i don't get too sleepy, i think i'll post some more in a short while.

So, see you when i see you!

=)