Bright eyes.

Blast! I've forgotten my laundry again! Why must it happens all the time? Sheesh..i felt cheesed off. Whenever i step in into my bedroom, my laundry will remain in a distance, far away in that dark room, lies deep within the corner of the majestic restaurant (It's a cafe you dumb...) A goat good friend of mine, Hakim is a funny guy with least emotion. I don't know why, but really know well about this world - except for the fact that we can't understand girls that much.....Go bananas!.....

A quote,"If you bare your heart and soul to someone, you'll reveal your innermost". (why on earth am i writing this quote anyway?) The thing is, that evening, that line of girls sitting in front of him (hakim) caused a stir in the class - it's not that serious as you thing, for your account. Comel sangat! comel, comel, comel. Hakim, who was, well, kind of..felt disturbed with those words turn to me and say, 'Why do they have to say everything to be comel?'. I reply silently, 'i wish i knew.....i really do wish i knew.......'

Why can't boys be like girls? (Reject those negative thoughts!Jeez...) What i mean is, i'm very much pleased and enthralled with the way my classmates are right now (what does this has to do with boys?!)...with one exception though (i'm not going to say anything..). Those young and energetic happy-clappies really make our class filled with joyfulness! And at first i have this gut feeling telling me that this will not go long.....and i'm wrong!

p/s: Do you know what does supercalifragilisticexpialidocious means? It exist.

It means hello!

Mr. Diary

Dear diary,

Yeah, it's still the same. My-my, could there be a day where i can sleep like a log; I desperately need a one day-off to straighten my mind. From what, you may ask? Sheesh, you're a diary, you can't talk - you can't even understand me do you? My inner self has always whispered to me a silent, condescending tone, "Even if it seems that you're making little progress, keep trying, eventually something will give!" Gosh! Quit talking to me in that condescending tone, You always treat me like a child-ugh! People around me are being very much benevolent to me-well, some of them. They've urged me to stand on my bare feet on this challenging ground of life. They said that I need to see life as it truly is; adventurous, exciting and simply awesome!.

I can't!I just can't! No matter how many times have I tried, effortlessly, I just can't catch up to the point where everybody view life in the way it should be. How do they do it? I've thought of that unconvinient question in my mind for hundreds of times and i just can't see the answer. That is, before you came in my life; my little, old, light-coloured book, my diary. Good grief, do I even have a friend? A friend that I can rely on? A friend that I can make as a shoulder to hang on whenever I'm in despair? Let me guess..well, what do you think Mr. Diary? Uh-oh! i've NO ONE. Oh poo, now I've come to a realization that  I am.................... alone, all alone.

Am I that gloomy in class? Do I look that dull? Huh, maybe what he said was true back then.  'How come you look so gloomy these days ha? I've never seen you without a smile in your face before and you've never get angry or yell, or shout at someone.' He continued, 'Are you sick? If you have a problem then tell me about it. That's what a friend is for.

Rothan's blood! Are they that observant?

Up-a-daisy! Then my mom said, 'Be strong at whatever life throws at you, okay?' Then I take a glance to the others, witnessing how young, talented and full of potential they are. Me? I'm just an old rusty boy with a dim future. Slowly, i creep and try to reach out in my life. There's this girl in my class, she said, "You were not born as victim luke, but as victor." Then I've thought that no situation is permanent, and there must be, must be a way out of this problem. It might take a little time to get through it but eventually I believe that I can pass through this situation. That's right! I can!

The truth is, Mr. Diary, I'm a good actor. A damn good actor.

 '

p/s : ini adalah cerita rekaan semata2...wokeh...saje nak buat cerita plak. 

My Evening Story

One thing i love about my classmates; super-maniac. I'm very much impressed by the way they work...pergh. The Smiling Soul programme has been tremendously a great achievement over the past months of its existence. i've recalled a Chinese proverb that goes, Helping others is a joy and rewarding in itself. My sincerest gratitude to all of them that're involved to help those in needs so spontaniously.

It was really a dull moment for me to witness how little is the number of friends in my beloved ping pong club. Hakim (friend of mine) owns a tennis club, in which i envied most due to its great number of participations. Table tennis was different - vastly different. What do you expect from a club with only ....gosh....a lousy president, a pair of naughty secretaries, not to mention this pair of female players, whom i respect most as they're the only girls in the team. It's a club of 8...no..it's not even adequate enough to be called as a club.

This evening i was very much pleased to hear that Pak Salleh (Ping Pong Manager) has managed to plan an activity for the club.

Pak Salleh: Luqman! Sini Jap!
Me: Ape hal !!....(gurau je)....Ye Pak Salleh..(Aku menjawab dengan nada Sarcasm ibarat English HL)...
Pak Salleh: Apa aktiviti club?
Me: Well...kita main setiap minggu.
Pak Salleh: (This is the best part)....Saya dah plan nak wat tournament open dengan orang luar. Kertas Kerja dah siap, Budget dan Jemputan saya dah uruskan. Tinggal awak sign je proposal tu sebagai presiden kelab.

"You should see my face at that time". Somehow the word 'Kertas kerja, budget and bla...bla...saya dah uruskan' really make my day. Yippee!! I told this matter to Hakim (Happened to my rival as he is organising something too)..He replied; 'Dah ape yang ko buat'. Then i replied.


"That's the job of a club presiden you dumb. Signing things!' Now dah rasa bersalah.

Scenarios

Have you ever thought of doing something so silly that when you grow old and remembered those things that you've done, you'll laugh out loud? I'm of no exception.

People tend to get stressed out during exams aren't they? We all did. What if there's an exam on this one day, and you're thinking of making stupid jokes that will lift up the people around you. I've always thought of doing this, but to my lacking in my bravery, it's just pure impossible. Try this. One day you're having a very important exam, Chemistry HL for instance. When people are about to come in into the hall, try to run to the teacher and asked her in a very serious tone, "Teacher, can i slip the exam? I thought that we're having Malay?!". You'll get a hard slap on your face. ....Guaranteed......

Or, you can make fun of other people too. Get them depressed! If you're answering Math, sent your paper back to your teacher after 15 minutes the exam started. Say this out loud, "Why it's so DAMN EASY!!?" .
Or, 10 minutes into the exam, stand up, tear the paper into small pieces, throw into the air and yell out "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!". If you're dare enough, ask for another copy and repeat every 10 minutes.

And this the best part. On the exam day, come into the hall wearing slippers, a jean and a casual shirt. When the teacher questioned you why you're wearing these on exam day, quickly reply without any hesitation, "WHAT EXAM?"


Thing is, there's no way i'll do it.

WHAT'S YOUR AIM IN LIFE?

This question is very much cliche, isn't? And gosh, people will tend to repeat the same thing all over again. One day, in an occasion with my neighbours, a friend of my mother asked us (my siblings and i) in a very condescending and serious tone, "What would you work in the future?". .........we were damn quite for a while....

And then one of my siblings said, 'An engineer', the other continued,'A teacher' and when it came to my turn, i said, 'A doctor'. After the ceremony ended, we all gathered in that large piece of metal (i'm referring to my father's car). Out of sudden, my mom started to say so slow like it is a whisper to my dad, 'Are they really serious about their professions in the future?' My dad replied, 'Ikut suka diorang laa nak jadi ape.'
But here's the part that i like most.

As soon as we're leaving the outskirts of the village, spontaniously i turned my face to my siblings and  make my mark ,'Ok, quit those craps, what do you really want to be in the future huh?' They replied dengan selambanye, "CIA* agent', another one said it out loud, 'I don't want to work' and the third was very much unexpected, .......'Ustazah'. Then my siblings asked me the very same question. I then replied, 'Ada tak pengutip sampah professional?' We all laugh like hell in the car.

And it all happened many years ago.
(*Oh yeah, CIA is referring to Central Intelligence Agency, an agency that protect the national and international interest to the gov of the United States) This will happen if your siblings watch too much of James Bond movies.....

Banyaknye sawang!

Fuhh!Fuhh!Penat menghalau nyamuk kat sawang2 dalam blog ni!
Hi guys! It's been quite a while isn't!Heavens!I didn't even manage to recall the last time i've updated a post in here. Sem 1 was pure hell. Sem 2, well, jinkies, i'm assuming myself to work harder, i wish. I would like to extend my deepest appreciation to Sya (a classmate of mine) as she has indeed excited me write up again, that is after a long nap.

(Dalam kelas)
people are making a fuss about their blogs.
Sya: Luqman ade blog ke?
Me: Ade.... (Sambil mengangguk-angguk)
5 minutes later, i've started to tell myself, "Oh yeah, i have a blog!Balik ni nak buat satu post!" - and Shazam!- this is the first post after half of a dozen months have passed by.

Crap!Where's my phone!? I'm really, really worried about this one stupid behaviour of mine. I can't take a good care of my stuffs. Once in a fortnight, i will travel around in the darkest mist in my block at 2 in the morning, searching for owned properties. Now i've lost my phone. When people say "You'll appreciate something once you've lost it", i couldn't agree more. It's not the phone that i'm worried but what if when i grow up, my wife come running towards me at the corner of the shoping mall, hardly breathing and shout,

 "Honey, where's Ikram!?"(That is, assuming that my future son will be named as Ikram...)

And i'll reply, "Sorry honey, i've just lost him, he was with me a little while ago. We're eating icecream together just now".

Good grief...i don't want to be that kind of husband....hopefully.