Hi peeps!

Going to IPG is a very special sort of experience.

It’s, of course a time of tremendous personal growth.

A time when some students get their first serious taste of independence, while others find their BFFs, increase their Facebook friends exponentially, or even meet up with their future spouses. YOOHOO!

But even more important, seriously be told, college is also a time of great intellectual growth.

A chance to study things you didn’t even know existed or to delve into topics you do know about at a level of detail and sophistication that you’ve never before imagined, like what i've gone through as a B.Ed TESL student or in short, TESLian.

Because IPG is so special and always will be, it’s important to make the most of it.

To squeeze all the juice out of it and drink it all up.

Especially when it comes to the academic side of things, where students often don’t reap all the benefits college has to offer.

But yet, you have to understand what IPG is all about—to get a real picture of what you are about to go through as a trainee-teacher or are already going through.

And in certain circumstances, you have to understand, IPG isn't an ordinary knowledge-park like university, it's a place where teachers are trained not educate.

And to tell you the truth,

I'M PROUD TO BE A TEACHER!

adoration, love and lust.

For some people, love is the most vital components in their life. But, have we ever thought that the feeling that we have isn't love, adoration or even true love. In fact, one has got to get the real meaning of love, or else, one will be swallowed up by the thunders of love. Resulting in love suffocation.

Simplified, true love, the genuine care and concern for your love is what we should be having. But lust, the uncontrolled desire or craving for your love is certainly not to be desired. Having too much of lust than to love can certainly bring danger to your love relationship.

But well, we are still human afterall and I must say that these very two emotions is certainly within and happening inside of us. You can never deny that fact that you will be having lust at times. But perhaps all these while, it just didn’t occur to you that you have at times been actually feeling so, having some uncontrolled lust over your love.

So, I thought it would be good to just bring to your attention and make you be aware of it, to allow you to be better handling your emotions. In simple, we can say that love is a choice; a choice that you hope to have; to be having that chance to be with that someone whom you love, having that chance to genuinely and unselfishly be giving him or her your true tender love and care, bringing about that happiness for him or her. Whereas lust is a want, an obsessive desire to have purely for self-satisfaction and pleasure.

When you love someone, you love him or her for who they are. You always respect your love and never insist on them doing things that are against their will, which may include having s*x.

Now, love is always a two-way communication and not just about you. In a love relationship, you give and take. You don’t just take and take. By only taking and not giving, you are actually behaving in a way of having lust, wanting just more and more for yourself out of the relationship. Instead of providing your love with happiness, you are only thinking about how your love can or should make you happy. To describe it in a more ugly way, you are just loving yourself more than to actually loving him or her. And this is certainly not the way as to how a love relationship should be. A blissful love relationship should always be mutual, a mutual happiness for the both.

Many at times, we tend to just think for ourselves and this can be especially so for those who are already in a steady love relationship for or a year or more. Well, in the beginning of the love relationship, both would always be on their best to make their love, their partner happy. Just recall those sweet memories. Don’t you just genuinely feel happy when you were able to make them smile and happy back then? And to even be happy when accepting their bad habits and faults?

But very often, it is sad to be saying that thing changes when the both eventually got together. Finding faults with one another, quarreling over the slightest things. All the initial acceptance of one another was just not longer there anymore. And for some, sadly to even have to end the very relationship.

Now, are you in a love relationship; one which has already passes that initial honeymoon period? Still going steadily with one another? If you are, well done and congratulations!

But do let me just ask. Between the both, who has been the one whom is always the one giving?

Well, there must certainly have been one of you who have been the one giving more. Think about it. Whoever that may be, I would say that he or she has given you their true love and care, a wonderful and unselfish love. And this is definitely a love you should cherish, a love whom you should respect.

Do just honestly ask yourself. Have you unknowingly at times react in a way of lust, unreasonably blaming your love when he or she is not able to meet your expectations; not able to make you happy? And not to mention having forcing him or her to do something against their will just to satisfy your very own wants, to making you yourself happy?

Remember, nobody is perfect and that includes you. And that is why we have to learn to give and take. We were taught that since young and it absolutely applies too in a love relationship.

We give and we take. Not too much of giving nor too much of taking.

Have you unknowingly been taking too much? Think about it. It is still not late to be realizing it now especially when you have that chance.

So, be prepared before you fall in love, because you might fall in the middle. And love yourself before you love others. No one else can love you as much as you do to yourself!

love to inspire and be inspired.

As a future teacher, skill in inspiring students is vital and indeed really important.

So, a good communication is implied.

And as a matter of fact, I'm readily good at it, and some might say, I'm quite a chattering-box.

In fact, I can talk unstoppable the moment I open my eyes, till I go to bed again.

To inspire people, first, once you know you have something you value and have great passion for, start thinking about how big you really can make it.

How many people could you potentially inspire and what are some of the ways you can impact more and more people.

Don't look to inspire one person, look to inspire a hundred!

This goes back to the success rate here as you will likely not succeed with working to inspire at a very small level, you need to think bigger and have many people available to inspire.

Perhaps it is your group of friends or colleagues.

Explore how you can take it past that group, invite others and have them grow your influence beyond your initial ideas for inspiration.

Thinking big is not only about inspiring more people but also about the impact of inspiring others.

Don't settle or compromise to inspire others into simple actions or minor changes in their life, aim to change everything!

Look to inspire in many areas instead of just one.

Think big about the impact you might have and this will give you a much better chance of leaving some kind of impression.

If you promote 100 ways for someone to change and they take on just one, remember you have still changed them!

Another useful way to inspire others is to work at inspiring some noble idea or practice.

It's much easier to gain attention, followers and support for noble actions than it is for individual gain or what some might think are more selfish reasons.

An offer to change that has an important impact on the world, society or large group is far more attractive to onlookers than some short lived personal gain.

So keep those areas of influence as big as possible!

NEVER LOOK BACK, AND GO BEYOND YOUR LIMIT

THE WORLD IS JUST NO BOUNDARIES

AND

LIMITLESS

I LOVE MY Friends!

hi peeps,

i'm just somehow lack of ideas on what to be written in this post.

and just figure out to continue with my last post about friendship.

Much certainly of the happiness and purity of our lives depends on our making a

wise choice of our companions and friends. Many people seem to trust in this

matter to the chapter of accidents. It is well and right, indeed, to be courteous

and considerate to every one with whom one is thrown in contact, but to choose

them as real friends is another matter.... If our friends are badly chosen they will

inevitably drag us down..if well they will raise us up.

Not only does friendship introduce daylight in the understanding out of darkness

and confusion of thoughts..it maketh a fair day in the affections from storm and

tempests..in consultation with a friend a man tosseth his thoughts more easily..he

marshalleth them more orderly..he seeth how they look when they are turned

into words..finally, he waxeth wiser than himself..and that more by an hour's

discourse than by a day's meditation.

p/s. have you ever thought that our friends are our shadows??

AMIGO~

hi there,

friendship has embarked on so many things in my life.

in fact, without them, life seems scarce and deserted.

feeling of isolation overwhelms, and boredom goes on the roof level.

see, friendship is most important in our life.

Life to be rich and fertile must be reinforced with friendship.

It is the sap that preserves from blight and withering

it is the sunshine that beckons on the blossoming and fruitage

it is the starlight dew that perfumes life with sweetness and besprinkles it with splendor

it is the music-tide that sweeps the soul, scattering treasures

it is the victorious and blessed leader of integrity's forlorn hope

it is the potent alchemy that transmutes failure into success

it is the hidden manna that nourishes when all other sustenance fails

it is the voice that speaks to hopes all dead, "Because I live, ye shall live also."

For the loftiest friendships have no commercial element in them

they are founded on disinterestedness and sacrifices.

They neither expect nor desire a return for gift or service.

Amid the tireless breaking of the billows on the shores of experience, there is no surer

anchorage than a friendship that "beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth

all things."

friends, i'm loving you with my all might and damnedest!

happy hijri!

happy hijri!

may we continue our good works and deeds!

let's start over a new leaf, before it's too late!

and may success always be with us.

success?

yes!

I may be naive, living in my altruistic utopian dream that the world can operate in fairer ways. But what keeps me going is that I wholeheartedly believe in this dream. I believe that to succeed in life you have to do two things:

at the first place, Get as much education and experience in the field that you love.

then, Keep your eyes open.

The first point is easy to understand. If you get world-class education and experience in a field that you love, then you have a better chance of success. But look at the sentence again — “has a better chance of success”, not “is assured of success”.

The second point is something more real. It’s the link between your armour of education and experience, and consistently achieving success. And it’s also the least taught and talked about. Keep your eyes open. Let me explain. I believe that we are surrounded by opportunities. Some refer to these opportunities as luck. Yes, I believe that luck is swimming all around us. The universe has a way of being fair. It distributes luck evenly. So is it some people have better luck than others? Well, that’s because they look out for it. They keep their eyes open.

If you wake up thinking that it’s going to be another boring day in your career, then you won’t see the luck all around you.

But if you wake up thinking today will be the day that you will start making all your dreams come true, you will see opportunities everywhere — opportunities that have always been there, except you never opened your eyes to them before.

That’s why some people have all the luck. They keep their eyes open.

I also believe that there’s more luck to be found the higher you are. You see, luck swimming at the bottom is luck a lot of people can reach, so you need to go higher to get more and higher-quality luck.

How do you go higher? Build your foundation higher. If you’re standing on a foundation higher than the others, you can reach the luck that they can’t reach.

How do you build your foundation higher? Get as much experience and education as you can. The more you have, the higher your foundation. The higher your foundation, the higher you can jump off from it and reach for the luck nobody else can. But you have to keep your eyes open. If not, you won’t be able to see all the luck swimming around you, even if one slapped you in the face.

You can work for the best companies in the world or have double degrees from Harvard, but if you don’t keep your eyes open, you’re just sleeping on your foundation, oblivious to all the luck swimming around you.

That’s why, in my opinion, to succeed continually in life you have to equip yourself with brain power and experience, and you have to keep your eyes open.

I don’t think this is some new-age philosophy. I thoroughly believe it to be true. I really think....

OMG~

hi there..

it's just that unexpected accident happened to me today.

something that's really absurd, and i never for.

i really hate it.

but somehow, thinking that we're only a modest and dissipated human, somehow, i believe this is part of life's experiences.

no matter how much we hate it, no matter how far we try to avoid it.

sooner or later, we will stumble upon it.

and today, the most mediocre thing happens to me- i'm just so baffled and feeling intoxicated as if i was instigated by a vampire.

and that thing is EATING AT MAMAK'S STALL.

can you imagine that!

i just don't really like mamak's stall.

wherever i go, i try my damnedest to avoid from having a bite at mamak's stall.

as expected, pictures of mamak's fur, low-class cleanliness and oily food play in my mind.

and that haunt me the most.

it's just that i have listened to so many godforsaken stories about mamak's stall.

so, to play safe, i'd rather choose to eat at fas food restaurant.

but, today, i can't avert it anymore, and so i've to swallow up it's food.

and much to my surprise, it's just the same as other cliched restaurant.

so, have i get over my eerie phobia?

yes, i did it finally!

lesson learnt, there's nothing wrong mamak's stall.

home..an unthinkable heaven for me..but for you?

hi there..

this is only a random thought from my mind of home.

as i love so much being at home~

home-the fortress where we are grown up.

okay, the more one does and feels and sees

the more one is able to do

and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things

like home, and love and understanding companionship.

love begins at home

and it is not how much we do...

but how mush love we put in that action.

home is the heart of life...

home is where we feel at ease

where we belong

where we can create surroundings that reflect our tastes and pleasure...

making a home is a form of creativity open to everyone.

there's no place like home

my safety harbor from the storm

my cozy haven safe and warm

no matter where i choose to roam

there's just no other place like home

home is where friendship are formed

and families are grown

where joy is shared and true love is known

where memories are made

and seeds of life are sown

this is the place

that people call home.

home is where the heart is

and my heart is anywhere you are

anywhere you are is home

i don't need a mansion on a hill

that overlooks the sea

anywhere you are with me is home.

one's home is like a delicious piece of cheesecake

you order in a lavish restaurant on a country road

one cozy evening-the best cheesecake you have ever eaten in your life

and can never find again.

home is a name

a word

it is a strong one: stronger than magician ever spoke

or spirit ever answered to

in the strongest conjuration.

home allows you to dream in peace

within the walls of home

have been born many an inspiration

and have developed many an idea

in the safety and comfort of home

you can dream

create and nurture.

home is home.

be it ever so humble

or be it ever so opulent

it is your happiness there

as you fill it with kindness

laughter and warmth of family and friends.

no matter what, no matter where

you will always find home when love is there

for it's said that

a house is made with walls and beams

a home is made with hope and dreams.

there's nothing as pleasant in this world

as coming home

you are king of your castle

and your home is your comfort

your pride

your joy

your solace

it is in the refuge of your home

that you can let down your defenses

and be yourself.

The best doesn't mean perfect.

hi peeps.

so long no story right?

it's just that i have been catching up with mount of works lately.

and don't get me wrong, isn't the assignment that have caught me up, but it's my part time job have just made me so hectic.

okay, as you all know, during this holiday, to fill my free time, and plus, don't really have idea of what to do, i'm just deciding to get a job.

and big thanks to my cousin, for offering me a job as clerk and as well as TEACHER-this is happened when we short of teachers.

you must be wondering where did i work.

truth be told, i'm working at my cousin's tuition centre that is located within spitting distance from my house.

isn't that lucky, weren't i?

haha..

and actually, i'm just too euphoric to have a job though it's only a part time, but then, it's a good exposure for me to be a good teacher in the future.

don't you think so??

okay, this post isn't going to babble about my job.

get focalized, i just captivated and questioned why do people always want PERFECTION.

isn't that annoying??

and yes, indeed.

PERFECTION is a subjective thingy.

and to tell you the truth, there's no one PERFECTION in this world!

that's the fact.

so, why do we still look for perfection??

wouldn't it be so time-wasting??

in fact, no matter how hard we do and try, wishing well that it LOOKS perfect, it's still doesn't perfect!

there's still weaknesses here and there.

and so are human.

when it comes to search for spouse and soulmate, people always want to search for the MR.PERFECT AND MISS.PERFECT.

and i would love to say to you, there's no one PERFECT IS OUT THERE!

clear?

it's just that we can't achieve PERFECTION OR FLAWLESS level, in fact, it doesn't exist at all.

but, what we can do are TRYING our best and all out it becomes THE BEST.

that's all.

the journey for perfection is nothing.

and journey for the best is all the thing.

never look for PERFECTION, it will just blind you off with thousands of mistakes and weaknesses.

look for the best, and the best will follow you.

say no to PERFECTION, say yes to the BEST!

a copy from a friend of mine blog..thanks in advance!

An idiosyncratic language

CO-ORDINATED BY JANE F. RAGAVAN

Two poems on the peculiarities of pronunciation and the plural form in English.

English is tough stuff

Excerpt from The Chaos by Gerard Nolst Trenité

DEAREST Creature in creation,

Study English pronunciation.

I will teach you in my verse

Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.

I will keep you, Suzy, busy,

Make your head with heat grow dizzy.

Tear in eye, your dress will tear.

So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,

Dies and diet, lord and word,

Sword and sward, retain and Britain.

(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)

Now I surely will not plague you

With such words as plaque and ague.

But be careful how you speak:

Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;

Cloven, oven, how and low,

Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,

Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,

Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,

Exiles, similes, and reviles;

Scholar, vicar, and cigar,

Solar, mica, war and far;

One, anemone, Balmoral,

Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;

Gertrude, German, wind and mind,

Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,

Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.

Blood and flood are not like food,

Nor is mould like should and would.

Viscous, viscount, load and broad,

Toward, to forward, to reward.

And your pronunciation’s OK

When you correctly say croquet,

Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,

Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour

And enamour rhyme with hammer.

River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,

Doll and roll and some and home.

Stranger does not rhyme with anger,

Neither does devour with clangour.

Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,

Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,

Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,

And then singer, ginger, linger,

Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,

Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,

Nor does fury sound like bury.

Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.

Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.

Though the differences seem little,

We say actual but victual.

Refer does not rhyme with deafer.

Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.

Mint, pint, senate and sedate;

Dull, bull, and George ate late.

Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,

Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,

Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.

We say hallowed, but allowed,

People, leopard, towed, but vowed.

Mark the differences, moreover,

Between mover, cover, clover;

Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,

Chalice, but police and lice;

Camel, constable, unstable,

Principle, disciple, label.

Petal, panel, and canal,

Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.

Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,

Senator, spectator, mayor.

Tour, but our and succour, four.

Gas, alas, and Arkansas.

Sea, idea, Korea, area,

Psalm, Maria, but malaria.

Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.

Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,

Dandelion and battalion.

Sally with ally, yea, ye,

Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.

Say aver, but ever, fever,

Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.

Heron, granary, canary.

Crevice and device and aerie.

Face, but preface, not efface.

Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.

Large, but target, gin, give, verging,

Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.

Ear, but earn and wear and tear

Do not rhyme with here but ere.

Seven is right, but so is even,

Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,

Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,

Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation – think of Psyche!

Is a paling stout and spikey?

Won’t it make you lose your wits,

Writing groats and saying grits?

It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:

Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,

Islington and Isle of Wight,

Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough –

Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?

Hiccough has the sound of cup.

My advice is to give up!

Why English is so hard.?

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,

But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,

Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,

And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;

neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren’t invented in England.

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?

a copy from a friend of mine blog..thanks in advance!

An idiosyncratic language

CO-ORDINATED BY JANE F. RAGAVAN

Two poems on the peculiarities of pronunciation and the plural form in English.

English is tough stuff

Excerpt from The Chaos by Gerard Nolst Trenité

DEAREST Creature in creation,

Study English pronunciation.

I will teach you in my verse

Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.

I will keep you, Suzy, busy,

Make your head with heat grow dizzy.

Tear in eye, your dress will tear.

So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,

Dies and diet, lord and word,

Sword and sward, retain and Britain.

(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)

Now I surely will not plague you

With such words as plaque and ague.

But be careful how you speak:

Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;

Cloven, oven, how and low,

Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,

Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,

Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,

Exiles, similes, and reviles;

Scholar, vicar, and cigar,

Solar, mica, war and far;

One, anemone, Balmoral,

Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;

Gertrude, German, wind and mind,

Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,

Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.

Blood and flood are not like food,

Nor is mould like should and would.

Viscous, viscount, load and broad,

Toward, to forward, to reward.

And your pronunciation’s OK

When you correctly say croquet,

Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,

Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour

And enamour rhyme with hammer.

River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,

Doll and roll and some and home.

Stranger does not rhyme with anger,

Neither does devour with clangour.

Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,

Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,

Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,

And then singer, ginger, linger,

Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,

Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,

Nor does fury sound like bury.

Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.

Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.

Though the differences seem little,

We say actual but victual.

Refer does not rhyme with deafer.

Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.

Mint, pint, senate and sedate;

Dull, bull, and George ate late.

Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,

Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,

Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.

We say hallowed, but allowed,

People, leopard, towed, but vowed.

Mark the differences, moreover,

Between mover, cover, clover;

Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,

Chalice, but police and lice;

Camel, constable, unstable,

Principle, disciple, label.

Petal, panel, and canal,

Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.

Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,

Senator, spectator, mayor.

Tour, but our and succour, four.

Gas, alas, and Arkansas.

Sea, idea, Korea, area,

Psalm, Maria, but malaria.

Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.

Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,

Dandelion and battalion.

Sally with ally, yea, ye,

Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.

Say aver, but ever, fever,

Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.

Heron, granary, canary.

Crevice and device and aerie.

Face, but preface, not efface.

Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.

Large, but target, gin, give, verging,

Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.

Ear, but earn and wear and tear

Do not rhyme with here but ere.

Seven is right, but so is even,

Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,

Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,

Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation – think of Psyche!

Is a paling stout and spikey?

Won’t it make you lose your wits,

Writing groats and saying grits?

It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:

Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,

Islington and Isle of Wight,

Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough –

Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?

Hiccough has the sound of cup.

My advice is to give up!

Why English is so hard.?

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,

But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,

Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,

And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;

neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren’t invented in England.

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?

GIZA..too small for me :)

Looking up at the fresh night sky, it was just minutes before the sun was about to shy away under a world which I had only known for eighteen years. The star illuminated the sky and the moon vaguely shone in the darkening horizon that late evening. Just by looking, I was totally astonished to its undeniable beauty that could not be matched by anything. Believe it or not, even civilization itself seemed incomparable to the majesty of star. Not only did I was stunned like a rock, I also felt blissful as if I was brought to the star-drift on the horizon rim by a floating and transparent veil cast of clouds onto the sky. Metaphorically, when looking at the moon, I would probably think that I was the moon and the star that circled me around like a fence was my parents. Whenever the moon was eclipsed or full, the stars would always be faithful by his side. That was how important was my parents in my life. Other than providing me the needs, they were actually giving me more than eyes could see, and beyond the hands could touch.



There was a time when I was dumped by my girlfriend. At that time, I was so downcast and under-the-weather. I felt empty as if my world was getting smaller and realizing somehow the earth must had begun spinning backward on its axis or the gravitational pull of the sun had suddenly stopped because HE wanted me suffered to death. The pain that I had was so throbbing as if I was almost passing out from the burning heat of the angry sun on a hot day. Feeling of rage took over my emotion, I could feel the stabbing feeling in my chest that was kept burning to an inferno. Whenever I was alone, tears slept in my eyelids as resentment rested heavily in my sore wound heart. My brain felt as though it had been filling up with sand, and I could not think anymore. I felt dizzy and lonely as only pictures of betrayal and portraits of frustration played in the back of my mind. Stress ran my life, anxiety was my trusted companion. Pressure, I felt, was unavoidable.



And when the journey seemed scarce and life was too hard for me, at the end of the road, there I saw my parents. They were like a supernatural force, a divine spirit with psychic abilities. They will always listen closely to my problems with a non-judgmental ear. And helped me solved them. They remained the raging superhero they always had in my life. As I was miles away from home, they brought me soup if I was sick, and would be helping me with my work. When I swamped like I used to have before, where I was painfully alone, somewhere between emotional inertia and complete despair, I had struggled to navigate my abruptly unravelled reality. Then, there was coming my parents. Giving me a hug to reassure me, for a few seconds, I felt the peaceful bliss that had made me so content. They smiled then, and a beautiful peacefulness had washed over my once-stern countenance. Yet I knew that their smile and gratefulness would always be imprinting up upon my life and heart. It was completely comfortable.



I now know and feel that although I have been enduring an emotional darkness more intense and shattering than most teenagers have, gone through a joyous moment more immense-thrilled and fun-filled than most teenagers have; it is not the pain and joy that have changed me, but rather parent’s love and their cares that has inspired my metamorphosis. I can feel their guiding light in my life that will never tired to shine my road of life, as it is changing gradually, and thus I have the courage and resilience to embark on a new chapter of my life. I have emerged from the test as a confident, faith-filled young teenager with an especially twinkle in my eye. I am really thankful to good for being blessed with amazing parents. Nothing can replace what we have, and I will stand by your side always, lifting you up, cheering you on like what you have done to me.



You teach me a great lesson in life. When basic needs have been satisfied will there still be something that everybody needs? Philosophers will have thought so, but neither you are. They have been believed that man cannot live by bread alone. Of course, everyone needs food. And everyone needs love and care. But there is something else apart from that which everyone needs, and that is to figure out who we are and why we are here and what are we going to be. I would have never been learning this from school, but rather from your mouth have taught me this lesson to self-motivate myself. My parents are really important in my life. If my parents are taken away from me, I will be dying inside, for we are joined by something greater than us; an intangible bond that binds us together. Their presence is the security and stability of my life- the foundation upon which I built my own pyramid of life, greater than the Giza.


p.s.this is the essay that i wrote for my LDS assignment. sorry for the grammatical errors here and there.

friendship-hood

a moment of glory called friendship-hood



could i see the world with the eyes of a friend?



and yes you sure can.



could i fly away like a bird in the blue azure sky?



and sure you can.



a new leave of beginning.



a moment of freedom.



like an angels are singing,



a song full of joy,



filled of ups and downs,



powdered by memories.



no limitations.


a new inspiration.


a world that is colourful.



just as colourful as our friendship-hood.






p.s.this poem is dedicated to my respective the d'pimplez, my best friends in ipg, and all who know me well.

love you all!

Sayonara SEM 1!

ok, chill everybody!

i'm still alive, and there are mount of things haven't i done yet in my life before, i closed my eyes.

not to shock you all, but, i just want to change, everybody will change somehow in the future, and i think, and firmly believe, it's now the time for me to change.

all this while, my life isn't as what above wants.

so, let's change our shirts before they get worn and useless.

also, if others can, why can't i?

okay, enough is enough.

it isn't going to be the topic that i want to babble today.

so, as what i clearly highlight above.

SAYONARA SEMESTER 1! BYE BYE!

yes, and i finally did it!

urghh, isn't that a sigh of relief?

sure is buddy!

i tell you what, there have been so many things happened to me, especially things that are connected to emotional thingy.

oraitt, let's start with the master of problem which is SPM result!

after waiting for a suffering-filled months, finally it comes out.

and yes, 7A's, primarily 5A+, 1A, and 1A-.

what a totally and immensed relief!

actually, to tell you all the truth, this is what i hope for, and target for my result.

i don't get fret and jealous, as i see most of my friends pass with flying-rainbows-colours.

it's just that i feel so happy, that i finally make a right decision.

and this might surprise you all the most, the reason that i don't want to target for straight a's is that, i certainly believe in myself that with all my hardwork and effort, 7A is the only realistic result that i can get.

and yes, that is so true.

there's nothing true other than the truth.

second, i'm just so reckon the most in physic and chemistry.

it's just that i found myself like a weirdo and psycho and swine in those classes.

as my mind isn't focus and things that i learn aren't suck into my mind.

wondering why.

but, that's okay.

thing that is done cannot be undone.

in fact, i can't turn the clock.

and i'm afraid if i can, that will be the end of the world.

okay, i think there will be another post to continue this.

there are so much thing to be shared with you all.

till then,

have a nice reading!

let's think

this is my first post that is copied from other source.

have a pleasant reading!

Salam...


Artikel ni aku copy dan paste from blog Otak dan Lutut...Adalah tanggungjawab aku menyebarkannya....


Pernah dengar cerita Aisyah Bukhari yang murtad tak lama dulu? Suratkhabar banyak menutup kes ini kononnya untuk menjaga perkauman, tak nak terjadi kacau bilau. Kes Aisyah yang murtad dan banyak kes murtad lain ditutup sedemikian rupa atas alasan bercinta, ikutboyfriend.


Cerita yang akan saya bawa ini agak panjang tetapi sekiranya kamu seorang Islam yang peka dan sayangkan agama kita Islam, buatlah sesuatu, paling kurang fowardkan email ni kepada saudara kita yang tak tahu menahu.. Ataupun selemah-lemahnya, berdoa agar kita semua serta saudara-saudara kita terselamat daripada fitnah akhir zaman yang paling besar ini.


Ini bukan cerita rekaan saya tetapi hanya petikan dari ceramah yang saya dengar dari mulut peguambela kes ini Zulkifli Nordin di Madrasah Hidayah. Murtad dikalangan orang Melayu kini sudah menjadi ancaman kepada kita. Indeks pencemaran akidah mengikut jabatan statistik dan perangkaan Tahun 1989 aje, 4776 orang Melayu mohon tukar nama dari Melayu kepada bukan Melayu atas alasan keluar dari Islam.


Tahun 1997, bila Saari Bustamah mengambil alih jawatan mufti dari Datuk Hashim Yahya, perkara pertama yang disentuh adalah murtad. Menurutnya sehingga Julai 1997, 3,000 orang murtad di KL sahaja. Tahun 1998 saja, 516 orang sudah murtad. Aisyah bukan kes pertama murtad, sebelum ini dah beratus kes timbul tetapi ditutup oleh pihak tertentu.


Setakat kes Aisyah, dah 40 fail murtad dikendalikan oleh saudara kita Zulkifli Nordin. Mengapa kes Aisyah ini kita rasa ralat sangat? Kes ini satu simbol yang tunjukkan pada kita orang Melayu. Sistem pertahanan akidah kita amat rapuh. Akidah kita diserang ditubi dari segala sudut. Yang kita tak nampak dengan menggunakan system perundangan dan kehakiman kita sendiri.


Kes ini boleh dilihat dari 2 sudut.


1.Bagaimana orang macam Aisyah boleh murtad2. Bagaimana orang kafir laknatullah boleh menggunakan sistem hakiman kita untuk merampas anak orang Islam untuk dimurtadkan?


Apa yang berlaku kepada Haji Bukhari setelah 25 tahun didik anak dengan pengisian Islam yang hebat. Sedang dia mengimamkan sembahyang terawih di masjid tahun 1997 anak dia sedang dimurtadkan dirumah.


Aisyah adalah gadis Melayu biasa yang didedahkan dengan ilmu yang sepatutnya. Dalam keadaan macam tu, dia takkan murtad. Dihantar ke sekolah agama, dia belajar hingga tingkatan 6 atas dan boleh melayakkan diri jadi ustazah kalau dia hendak, dan layak melanjutkan ke peringkat Universiti Al Azhar kalau dia hendak . Dia dibesarkan dalam suasana yang bapanya imam. Datuknya juga imam yang dah berpuluh tahun imam Haji Tahir. Dia juga hafal surah Yasin. Dalam ertikata, tahu ayat apa, surah ke berapa yang dibacanya, ayat apa yang jadi azimat, semua dia tahu. Itu hebatnya Aisyah. Surah Sajadah pun dia hafal ... Masuk ITM dia terlibat dalam gerakan Islam. Dia didedahkan dengan gerakan Islam, dia tahu kelemahan-kelemahan Bible.. Dari segi keterampilan, dia budak perempuan Melayu seperti biasa, pakai tudung dengan baju kurung bunga-bunga. Takde apa yang pelik pada dia, duduk di lembah keramat AU5C. Kakak dia pun macam itu juga keterampilannya. Tiap-tiap hari telefon bapanya lapor isu terkini. 2 tahun di KL begitu. Hari terakhir dia telefon 19 Nov 1997,


'Assalamualaikum ayah! Ni Intan (nama manja) cakap. Intan nak bagitahu, Intan dah kristian.'


Bayangkan hati seorang bapa. Kita sendiri heran macamana dia boleh murtad. Aisyah adalah simbol anak Melayu yang telah dididik dengan begitu rupa boleh murtad. Apa yang Haji Bukhari boleh buat? Airmata sahaja modal dia. Masuk TV menangis, keluar radio menangis, pergi forum menangis apa yang dia boleh buat? Semua dokumen mahkamah akan jadi bahan arkib termasuk permohonan kafir laknatullah itu minta Aisyah dibebaskan untuk dimurtadkan ..


Butir asal permohonan.. ....


Permohonan ini dibuat oleh Lennet Teoh Hui Leong seorang peguam CinaKristian. (Read Herbes Corpes bawah bab 36 kanun acara jenayah). Tujuan untuk membebaskan seorang yang didakwa ditahan secara salah. Sebarang permohonan seperti ini perlu bagi sebab mengapa didakwa tahan secara salah. Permohonan dibuat bawah bab 36 atas alasan Article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan. Iaitu hak kebebasan beragama. Tiada langsung soal kahwin timbul. Permohonan tu menyatakan, perenggan 6, bertarikh 28November 1997 di Makamah Tinggi Malaya Kuala Lumpur bahagian jenayah.


Sebab yang dia beri, 'Saya Lennet Teoh Hui Leong telah dilantik oleh Nur Aisyah untuk memberi nasihat kepadanya berkenaan dengan pertukaran agamanya kepada Kristian dan atas arahannya saya telah menyediakan surat sumpah untuk Nur Aisyah menolak dan meninggalkan agama Islam.'


Perenggan 23: 'Saya Lennet Teoh percaya bahawa Nur Aisyah sedang dikurung secara salah oleh keluarganya. Saya percaya tindakan ibubapa, abangnya dan bapa saudaranya telah melanggar hak kebebasan Nur Aisyah menganut agama pilihannya iaitu Kristian Khatolik'.


Kita tak boleh buat apa-apa sebab article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan menyatakan mana-mana warganegara Malaysia yang telah cukup umur (18tahun) berhak mutlak menukar gamanya. Itulah perlembagaan kita yang memerdekakan orang Melayu kita tahun 1957. Perlembagaan itulah juga yang menjerut kita sendiri. Adakah anak cucu kita akan selamat dengan perlembagaan itu? Bila berlaku pertembungan antara hukum syara' dengan undang-undang sivil, undang-undang syara' akan terbatal. Maksud agama rasmi kita Islam adalah acara-acara rasmi hendaklah dibuat mengikut cara Islam. Contohnya perlantikan sultan, rasmi parlimen dll. Tak lebih dari itu. Bab kehidupan, politik, ekonomi.... semua tak termasuk.


Article 4 pula menyatakan: 'Mana-mana undang-undang yang bertentangan yang bercanggah dengan perlembagaan ini adalah batal dan tidak sah. Ini termasuklah hukum syara'.


Contoh kes Hartina Haji Kamarudin.


Pada masa ceramah ini dibuat, Haji Kamarudin ada dalam lokap, didakwa mencederakan seorang Hindu kafir laknatullah kerana memurtadkan anaknya.. Anak yang dibela selama 18 tahun dengan begitu susah payah datang ke Rumah dalam keadaan Hindu.


Haji Kamarudian seorang penjual sate di Perak. Beliau lepaskan anaknya selepas 18 tahun ke KL untuk cari kerja. Tak terlintas langsung di kepalanya anaknya akan murtad. Tak sampai 9 bulan, Hartina balik ke restoran bapanya dalam keadaan Hindu dengan nandek kat dahi . Bukan itu saja. Anak yang dimanjakan begitu rupa balik mencabar bapanya, bawa boyfriend dan kawan-kawan boyfriendnya sambil berpeluk-p eluk dalam keadaan dia pun dah Hindu dengan nandek. Haji Kamarudin takek si kafir tu kat tengkuk, menggelupur dia depan kedai tu.


Haji Kamarudin juga dipelupur oleh kawan-kawan si Hindu tu sampai nak pengsan. Adik lelaki Hartina umur 16 tahun turut kena belasah kerana nak menyelamatkan akidah kakaknya depan kedai tempat bapanya meniaga.


Apa Hartina buat masa tu? Hartina papah kekasihnya dan biarkan bapanya menggelupur sendirian. Tak cukup dengan itu, dia pergi ke balai polis buat report bapak dia pukul boyfriend dia. 14 hari Haji Kamarudin dengan adik lelaki Hartina merengkok dalam lokap sebab report anak kesayangannya yang mempertahankan kekasih Hindunya. Tak cukup dengan itu disaman pula bapanya 3 juta. Remuk hati seorang bapa yang diheret ke penjara kerana anak sendiri. Tak cukup lagi, dia telah menghina bapanya dengan menukar nama Hartina Haji Kamarudin kepada Nivasni Rajeswari. Nama Hindu.


Semasa masih terlantar kat hospital (akibat dipukul binatang Hindu laknatullah ), Haji Kamarudin ditangkap polis semula sebab Hindu laknatullah ditembak oleh seorang yang tak dikenali. Jadi, Haji Kamarudin, anaknya dan anak saudaranya kena kurung masuk lokap kerana menjadi suspek utama kes tembakan tersebut. Anak yang ditatang begitu rupa akhirnya menyebabkan dia merana dalam keadaan hina di dalam negara yang negara Islam!! Haji Kamarudin juga dikenakan berbagai tuduhan. Setakat itu saja, 4 tuduhan.


Yusof Qardawi dalam kitabnya menyatakan hendaklah mempertahan akidah hatta dengan nyawa sekalipun.. Itu yang Haji Kamarudin buat dalam mempertahankan hukum Allah, dilokap sedemikian rupa.


Lagi satu kes lain saudara baru kita, nama Yusof bin Abdullah , nama asal Hindunya Santana. Ada seorang isteri, namanya apa entah.Ada anak lelaki, nama Sunjay kalau tak silap. Usia 2 tahun masa tu. Ajak isterinya masuk Islam. Abangnya telah lebih 20 tahun masuk Islam. Isterinya kata ?eh!? Yusof bawa anaknya sekali masuk Islam dengan nama Mohamad Syazani bin Yusof. Dia hidup 2 beranak tu selama 2 tahun. Lepas 2 tahun si minaci datang semula dan bawak lari anak ini ke KL dengan boyfriend barunya.Yusof tak tahu apa nak buat, dia minta mahkamah syariah Alor Setar keluarkan perintah penjagaan hak ke atas anaknya.


Mahkamah pun bagi. Dia pun datang ke KL dan ambil balik budak tu. Si emak ni pergi mahkamah tinggi KL mintak hak jaga anak. Mahkamah tinggi bagi pada si minachi ni. Heran sungguh. Bila si minachi ni tak dapat nak ambil balik budak tu, dia pergi report polis. Tahu polis buat apa? Cari Yusof dan tangkap! (padahal Yusof dapat hak penjagaan daripada mahkamah syariah Alor Setar).. Yusof masuk lokap 8 hari.


Lepas tu polis ambil balik budak tu kasi pada emaknya. Hari ini, budak tu kembali jadi Hindu. Tak cukup dengan itu, kurang ajarnya si minachi ni, dia minta pulak mahkamah tinggi batalkan perintah jagaan anak yang dikeluarkan oleh makamah Syariah Alor Setar yang diberi pada Yusof.


Dalam kes Suzie Teoh, seorang budak perempuan dari Kelantan umur 16 Tahun telah peluk Islam atas kerelaan sendiri. Bapa dia tak suka, lepas tu saman anak sendiri dan saman Majlis Agama Islam Negeri Kelantan, heret anak dia ke mahkamah persekutuan. Dia mohon pada makamah, agar istiharkan anak dia masuk Islam tak sah.


Masa tu, Tun Salleh Abas yang jadi hakim. Beliau seorang yang alim dan warak. Bila dihadapkan dengan kes Suzie Teoh, menangis Tun Salleh Abas. Terpaksa buat perisytiharan. 'Dibawah Perlembagaan Persekutuan, hak seorang anak tertakluk dibawah jagaan ibubapanya selagi belum cukup 18 tahun. Kalau nak tukar agama, kena minta kebenaran ibu bapanya. Semasa Suzie Teoh masuk Islam, berumur 16 tahun. dia tak sah peluk Islam.' Atas kearifan dan iman Tun Salleh Abas, dia simpan fail tu dalam lacinya selama 2 tahun. 2 tahun kemudian, lepas hari jadi Suzie Teoh yang ke 18 tahun, dia buka balik kes itu dan bagi peluang Suzie isytiharkan agamanya sendiri. Penuh mahkamah nak tahu kes tu; wartawan tempatan, wartawan asing semua nak dengar keputusan. Terketar-ketar budak tu. Baru umur 18 tahun. Sambil menangis, budak tu kata ' Saya yang arif, kekal dalam agama saya, saya masih nak nama Nur Aini.' Maka Tun Salleh Abas pun dengan bangga mengisytiharkan Islamnya sah dengan namanya Nur Aini. Selamat akidah seorang budak. Sebab itu jugalah Tun Salleh Abas kena buang atas 5 tuduhan... Tuduhan kedua atas sebab melengahkan kes seorang budak tanpa sebab selama 2 tahun. Itulah harga yang Tun Salleh Abas terpaksa bayar.


Kes terakhir sekali yang paling teruk, kes saudara Ibrahim, isterinya Siti Solehah dan anak perempuannya usia 5 bulan mati dipancung kerana tidak mahu kembali kepada agama asalnya, Hindu. Pada malam hari Valentine 14 Februari, pada waktu anak Melayu bertukar tukar bunga di Dataran Merdeka. 3 Saudara kita mati dipancung dalam sebuah kontena demi mempertahankan agama.


Peristiwa 13 Mei tercetus apabila seorang budak Melayu dibunuh kerana dia Melayu bukan kerana dia Islam. Dalam sejarah Melayu, tiada lagi orang Melayu dibunuh kerana Islam. Semuanya sebab Melayu. Inilah pertama kali.


Jika kita sorot semula sejarah Islam Yasir, bapa kepada Amar diseret di hadapan.. Amar diugut supaya tukar agama. Kalau tidak, bapanya Yasir akan dibunuh. Amar kata,'Allah hu Ahad'.. Terus Yasir kena pancung di padang pasir. Kemudiannya, Sumaiyah ibunya juga disula dari bawah tembus ke jantung. Mampu berkata 'Allah hu Ahad'. Berlari Amar menemui Rasullullah SAW. Dan akhirnya, mengikut sejarah, Amar menjadi seorang mujahid berperang bersama Rasullullah SAW. Itu zaman puak Quraisy kafir laknatullah berkuasa. Rasullullah SAW tiada kuasa lagi pada masa itu.Rasullulah tak boleh buat apa.


Dalam kes kita, bukan sahaja Ibrahim dipancung kepalanya sehingga putus, tak cukup lagi, tangannya juga turut dipotong. Sehinggakan Majlis Agama Islam Selangor terpaksa minta masjid mandikan jenazahsaudara-saudara kita yang mati syahid itu. Apalah dosa anak kecil yang berusia 5 bulan itu? Ibrahim dan Siti Solehah bukan calang-calang orang. Ibrahim seorang saintis Pakar Geologi manakala isterinya Siti Solehah, seorang Pakar Botani. Tanda-tanda syahid jelas pada ketiga mayat tersebut. Walaupun 5 hari dalam peti sejuk darah masih memancut keluar pada ketiga-tiga mayat. Bayi yang berusia 5 bulan masih mengalirkan darah hangat seperti baru mati. Peluhterpercik pada dahi mereka. Mereka dikebumikan di kubur Bukit Kiara.Kalau saudara semua tak mengalirkan air mata melihat kubur merekabertiga terutama bayi yang berusia 5 bulan itu, mesti ada yang tak kena dengan hati kita Hebat mana kita sehingga tak boleh mempertahankan saudara kita sendiri Sedangkan Ibrahim telah melaporkan pada pihak polis dan Majlis agama yang dia diancam untuk dibunuh supaya kembali ke agama asalnya.


Dalam satu hadis yang berbentuk futuristik (masa depan), Rasulullah SAW berpesan 'Bersegeralah kamu melakukan amalan soleh kerana akan datang kepad a umatku di suatu masa, satu fitnah yang begitu besar yang datangnya seperti satu kepingan hitam di malam gelap gelita tak nampak'. Sahabat bertanya 'Apakah fitnah besaritu ya Rasullullah? ' 'Fitnah itu adalah kamu akan lihat umatku di hari itu, di waktu itu,pada masa itu, pagi hari Islam, petang kafir. Petang Islam, pagi kafir balik.' Sahabat bertanya lagi. 'Mengapa begitu ya Rasullullah? ' Rasullullah SAW menjawab, ?Sebab dia jual agamanya dengan nilai dunia'.


Imam Ghazali pernah berkata dalam perkara ini, 'Akan datang fitnah murtad ini dalam keadaan seperti semut hitam di atas batu hitam di malam gelap.' Mana nampak?Kecuali kalau jiwa kita tengok satu perkara dengan cahaya keimanan.


Bagaimana gerakan murtad ini berjalan di Malaysia sehingga kita taknampak langsung. Gerakan Hindu kita tok sah sebutlah Belum habis cakap, dah ada yang tunggu dengan parang kat luar. Gerakan Yahudi lagilah teruknya. Henry Ford (orang kaya yang buat kereta Ford tu) pernah menulis berkaitan Yahudi tahun 40an atau 30an dulu dalam bukunya 'International Jew' (tak Silap saya).


Unsur Yahudi begitu tebal dalam masyarakat kita tapi kita tak nampak. Paling nyata, rokok yang orang kita hisap tu. Setiap satu batang itu ada saham kepada puak Yahudi. Tak de kilang rokok yang bukan Yahudi punya. Sapa yang hendak berenti merokok, ambil ni sebagai iktibar.Yahudi punya kerja, baru letak bola sebijik, 70 ribu Melayu tak sembahyang kat stadium Shah Alam. Belum kira yang kat rumah lagi.


Bab Kristian, lebih terancang, lebih terperinci lagi. Semenjak kalah dalam perang salib terakhir, iaitu dalam pemerintahan King entah apa nama ke 6 yang terakhir. Sebelum dia mati, dia telah berwasiat dan wasiatnya ada ditulis dengan emas di London . Dia berkata: 'Kepada semua pemimpim-pemimpin Kristian, kita hari ini telah melakukan kesilapan besar, kita berperang dengan tentera Islam dengan pedang, bukan berperang dengan akidah yang ada pada mereka. Sebab tu Islam menang walaupun 30 ribu tentera mereka dengan 300 ribu tentera kita, merekatetap menang sebab mereka (orang Islam) berperang kerana nak mati. Kita perang untuk hidup. Oleh itu, hendaklah kita tukar strategi. Melancarkan peperangan ideologi, fahaman dan budaya keatas orang Islam.'


Wasiatnya berjaya dilaksanakan setelah King tu mati, 1492, kerajaan Islam Andalusia yang paling agung pada masa itu tumbang di tangan Kristian. 1511 kerajaan Islam Melaka tumbang, tak lama lepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Pattani . Tak lama selepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Kedah . Tak lama lepas tu,tumbang kerajaan Islam Mindanao ..Lepas tu kerajaan Islam Acheh ... semuanya satu demi satu..


Macamana benda ni boleh terjadi?


Sebab gerakan Kristian berdasarkan kepada 3G. GOSPEL,GOAL, GLORY . Pertama kitab dia, kedua kekayaan kita, ketiga menang terhadap Islam. Kalau kita tengok sejarah, Alfonso De Albuqueque bukan datang ke Tanah Melayu bawa tukang masak sebab nak rempah kari kita. Dia bukan makan kari, di a datang bawa mubaligh Kristian Francis Xavier (kalau saya tak silap eja), sebab nak sebarkan ajaran Kristian.


Bagaimana cara dia sebarkan Kristian nih?


Orang kita panggil, gerakan halus.Dia panggil semua mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke Asia ni. Dia guna kaedah 'garam dan ragi'. Garam sebagai perasa, ragi untuk penapaian. Contohnya ubi kayu. Waktu siang asalnya ubi kayu kita letak ragi, esoknya masih lagi bentuk ubi kayu tapi sebenarnya tapai. maksudnya, dia kekalkan orang Melayu dengan identiti Islam. Hakikatnyakehidupan kita bukan cara Islam lagi . Cara inilah yang Rasulullah SAW kata macam kepingan hitam di malam gelita. Inilah yang Imam Ghazali kata macam semut hitam atas batu hitam di malam gelita tu.


Pertama, melalui sistem pendidikan. Di Malaysia, macam-macam sekolah dengan nama mubaligh Kristian. Convent itu, Saint ini. Menurut satu petikan seorang mubaligh Kristian pada masa itu yang ditulis semula oleh George Peters dalam sebuah buku tahun 40an. Kepada mubaligh-mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke negara kita, berkaitan pendekatan garam dan ragi'. Pendekatan seperti ini tidak memerlukan seorang Muslim Melayu berkenaan meninggalkan system kemasyarakatan yang dituntut oleh agamanya. Sebaliknya orang tersebut hendaklah digalakkan terus tinggal dalam masyarakatnya. Justeru itu, ragi tetap ujud dalam keutuhannya. Dia akan menjadi bagaikan sebuah lampu (Kristian) yang diletakkan dalam gelap. Penyebaran agama Kristian nanti akan terserlah dalam sifat kerohanian, bukannya organisasi. Dirasa kesegarannya, bukan bersikap kalam. Dinamik dan etikal, bukan bersifat formalistik.


Pendekatan begini telah memperlihatkan kebaikannya. Lantaran ia tidak menganjurkan ahli Melayu tadi menjadi ahli baru Kristian yang formal, menyendiri terpisah dari masyarakatnya. Sebaliknya ia memberi laluan agar dapat dimasukkan semangat dan ajaran Jesus bagaikan sebutir ragi yang bertindak dengan proses penapaiannya ke atas seluruh masyarakat Melayu seluruhnya.


Ajaran Kristian akan bertindak melahirkan revolusi , justeru itu nanti,dapatlah dikatakan bahawa kita nanti akan memperolehi satu Kristian muslim Melayu tempatan yang mencerminkan Kristian muslim Melayu sejati.. 'Sebenarnya dia ingin. Akan datang suatu masa nanti, orang Melayu sendiri tanpa dipaksa-paksa akan buat revolusi untuk menjadi Kristian. Cara kebajikan pulak... Hari ni sapa tak kenal kelab rotary yang cuci buah pinggang,kelab lion, bulan sabit merah, Saint John's Ambulans, sapa tak kenal palang merah. Mereka masuk dengan cara menghidupkan sekularisme. Sekularisma adalah satu cara mengasingkan agama daripada kehidupan. Itulah kita hari ni mengasingkan Islam daripada kehidupan dunia. Cara lain adalah dengan menghidupkan maksiat. Kita kena ambil tindakan samada dengan tangan, dengan mulut, atau paling lemah sekali, dengan hati.


Bangun malam buat sembahyang hajat agar kita semua diselamatkan dari fitnah besar ini. Paling kurang pun, fowardkan artikel ni kepada saudara kita yang lain yang tak tahu menahu tu. Kita kena peka. Ini semua tanggung jawab kita semua.


Akhir sekali,artikel ini tiada kena mengena dengan ceramah nak berkempen politik atau apa saja. Sekadar meniupkan semangat perjuangan dalam diri kita yang mengaku Islam ini. Ni lah masanya kita bangkit pertahankan agama Islam sebelum terlambat.