feels like freaking eons since i last posted something on April Fool’s Day. what a pool!! i mean a pool of things to be done!!

so am actually multi tasking at the moment. my mind is more on the book i’m reading. that’s the cover of the book there. it’s so engaging la…reading through a child’s voice. and the author’s handsome too. that’s beside the point.

and also uploading pics (and it’s freaking slow….thus, i keep taking up the book to read) and then i would stop reading the book, surf the net world for everything related to work. everything, anything. see updates through the feeds (RSS) i listed. many things and places to update. and i want to set up a youtube channel for something related to work. -youtube is a world on its own-

i was also surprised when i log in to my facebook, i received an email from the Executive Producer of Road to Mecca. A film produced by a Singaporean playing for the Singapore Film Festival. i have never recieved an email from anybody from the art industry, what’s more the producer! oh, i received that email, i think, is because i posted road to Mecca as an event which i want to attend. I so want to watch Road to mecca. aLas!! with all the work i had to do i forgot to even book a tix, and the email, this very email from the producer said TIX SOLD OUT! already??

what is the possibility of me getting a free ticket to watch Road to Mecca???? what is the possibility of me suddenly finding a ticket on the pathway?? what is the possibility of someone actually GIVING a ticket? NIL.

tak jodoh lah namanya… mono : youtube?

and then there was the Cakap Pasal Remaja (CPR)first ‘instalment’ all the way at Hasanah Mosque @ Teban Gardens, and i actually went!! i actually did go all the way. at first i was questioning myself why was i doing all this?

i feel like i should support the YDOs effort and a very fresh alternative outreach at that, they are so ‘all out’ for the youths. i had to see, what’s the vibe all about. and i totally enjoyed the forum!! and the performances. and taking pictures. and recording the performances! i love doing this. just like a journalist. tak bertauliah at that. :)) hmm, my mind’s reeling and reeling.

and there’s quite a few people i know personally, i know by name, i know by face who are involved in this all year round event. and it’s part of the job, maybe….

there’s many places you can have a glimpse of this event. (i wouldn’t want to relate here, 1. because i’m rushing for time, 2. i need to get back to my book, 3. i’ve uploaded CPR at a number of places already la!! or else i will need CPR myself!)

places where you can click to : alivesg.multiply, youtube: google ‘cakap pasal remaja’ , facebook group : My Gen, Young Muslim.sg, and if you’re my contact, you can easily spot the groups. oh ya, there’s also their blog : cakappasalremaja.blogspot.com

tak kisah lah youth ke tak youth ke, teens atau x-teens, everyone can join in the fun.
till the next post, i really want to continue reading…
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i was just lamenting and thinking, Lord, i’m so sick still (and waiting)…but brain still working….but sick… i realise, whenever there was a death in the family, i would fall sick. not that it’s an indication of anything..
i’m just waiting for my cough attacks (which is usually inevitable when i’m ill) to make it’s red-carpeted entrance, and already my stomach aches every time i coughed. my reddened nose is becoming a half inch more like a certain child’s nightmare.

but complaining is not the objective of posting. i was also reminded of a column i read in the paper. i can’t remember which day it was exactly.

it tells on the story of Prophet Musa a.s. who was….ill and being tawakkal to Allah and believing that God will cure him of his illness. pure belief and faith will heal the sickness. so his people came to him, worried about his health, and offered him a medicine. his people were certain that the medicine will heal him a.s.a.p because they have been taking the same one and they are healed.

Prophet Musa a.s., believing still in Allah’s will, refused the medicine. however, after much persuasion, and if i remember it correctly, his health worsened and he had to take the medicine. and he was healed!

and then God revealed to him, (and as understood)God chided him for his stubbornness. didn’t he know that the medicine came from a root/plant which Allah has created for the benefit of the people? why would he deny Allah’s greatness in the simplest of things?

honestly, i used to think in a similar way, i believe i could get well without medication. and let my sickness prolonged sometimes. i didn’t realise that there is such a thing as ‘usaha’ , i mean i know, but i forgot it’s significance. i’m actually deteriorating myself without all those mutilations. i wasn’t being grateful then, was i?

we always forget.

so there…i am reminded to take my meds, which is, just two panadol extra capsules. have i told you that panadol extras do help sometimes?? hehe.

a mix of emotions these few days.

1. Tok busu left. the last man standing. the only man we could at least call ‘atok’ left. i was numbed, truthfully. looking at his face, it reminded me of how i kissed my nenek, my atok, my yayi, my nyayi….those faces just keep repeating itself in my mind. and as if hallucinating, i could just imagine them waiting for tok busu to join them at their garden….. and you know what i think? i think he wanted to go, as if he’s been waiting for this day to be reunited with them who have left him earlier. and for that, we let him go.

2. for those who stay, life still goes on.
i’m still braindraining for uncompleted tasks, however, am taking it one step at a time. i realised that i can concentrate at one thing at a time, and i can actually devote myself the whole day just to complete one task, at its best. again, chronology of tasks brought to you by the Action Plan!! have i told you before it’s useful?? hehe

3. An-nahdhah maulidur rasul event was a blast! in a good way. teaming with most of our madrasah students, i have never seen so many students before! haha! lucky we have the NADY people to take over the teens and kindergarten teachers helping out for the younger ones. even though my head was bearing one big heavy stone and feverish, i actually enjoyed the event, of course, when you’re actually working, you’re running around and trying to help out wherever needed. and my mind was constantly praying that teens students didn’t make ‘trouble’ ahakzz!
there’s almost a hundred pics on this event, most of them at http://www.learningteens.multiply.com, just click to the site if you think you’d like to have a peek at the event.

4. still feverish. still sick. still waiting…
however, for my dearest friend’s sake, i just had to drag myself up for her happy day. however, all i can show you is this:

ta daaa!!! yes, that’s it. no more questions.

5. and here i am, searching for some good stuffs on the net. and uploading pics still…… i’m tired of waiting….

suddenly am on sheila on 7 mode. no particular reason.

it’s almost midnight and i still haven’t manage to complete even half of the work am supposed to do. and some people eh, bila orang nak tengok Heroes, time TU lah baru nak start buat pe’el. baik tak payah tengok kan.

mood’s not pretty good now.

few things need to update anyway: last sat’s class, which matters..to me anyway.
and youth aL.I.V.E.’s first Muslim thinkers’ lesson at Kent Ridge–however, these won’t be posted here. but the other one.

need to think up of one post, which is overdue actually..on our Prophet.

and i was actually thinking…’God, i need to do my isya’ after this, please don’t forget to do your isya” when i realised, i had done my isya’ before Heroes just now, so what are you freaking at?? forgetful nut, absentminded freak.

bila kau tak disampingku…..sheila on 7.

seriously… this is the most pointless post. ever.

so i was in a discussion/meeting at al-falah when somehow, one of us mentioned about an MTV show called Yo Momma.. now i ever seen this sort of a game before, but because they were talking in a ‘different language’ (you know those hiphop terms) i couldn’t really understand what they were talking at all, there’ll be two guys arguing with one another (heh, i thought they were challenging one another to come up with rap lyrics or something) but then there’ll be the audience who would laugh at every interval, i don’t understand what was so funny then. since i couldn’t care less, changed the channel and never saw that prog again.

i came to know that the programme Yo Momma, was a game/competition where two guys would make JOKES about their momma, mother. i don’t understand what is so funny about mothers to be joked about??!! so mothers are some funny clowns now that they can make jokes about each other’s mothers, and having people laugh at those jokes? like you let these people laugh at your mother? what is so cool about that? serious TAK FAHAM!

and how do you differentiate these jokes from down right disgrace or disrespectful? i tried to search from it at Youtube, of course la, there are some videos, siap ada the Best Of… lagik! i watched and tried to understand behind those jargons and understand the jokes, but they are not funny. maybe my humor bones are not working at the moment, but the very concept of making jokes about your mothers….are just beyond the limit, immoral if i can say so. have these people lose respect of MOTHERS? you might say, come on, it’s just jokes~ but there’s only so much you can take as jokes.

still, i couldn’t understand why jokes on mothers. what about making jokes on Your Self? and there’s the tooottss audience who would laugh at whatever the two goons are saying.

i have NEVER liked this hip hop culture anyway. with the way they looked and used women. with those, what? bling blings or whatever…

if there is anyone out there who could explain this whole Yo Momma concept, please do. but at this moment, i think it’s one of the most stupidest show ever created.

you may take a look at this clip : http://youtube.com/watch?v=HdrZr9ZBPIg
and just read the comments some people give.

people have lost respect towards Mothers..well, their mothers.

and just to recall a little bit, there’s a hadith which goes:
Narrated by Abu Hurairah :A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your father. (Bukhari, Muslim).

Narrated ‘Abdullah bin ‘Amr: Allah’s Apostle said. “It is one of the greatest sins that a man should curse his parents.” It was asked (by the people), “O Allah’s Apostle! How does a man curse his parents?” The Prophet said, “The man abuses the father of another man and the latter abuses the father of the former and abuses his mother.” (Bukhari)

need i say more? but of course, they do not know.

i wonder how most babies’ first word would be ma…ma..= mama?

well…at least somewhere outhere, in the MTV world, there are some people who do realise that they love their mother..
rewind to Spice Girls’ song Mama, for example…

so today i came in work 10 minutes later than usual. (well, later than the usual late). not because i woke up late, or stuck in jam, nor was the bus late…but TERLAJAK LAA beb!!! tak pernah2 since i started working was i ever terlajak! biasalah pagi2 naik bas, TERtidur, tak sadar bus dah lalu serangoon, dah lalu ang mo kio, dah lalu toa payoh.

usually my mind had this automotic ‘wake-up’ alarm on bus journeys, but somehow it didn’t work today. so dengan tersadar selepas terlepas busstop, tak tahu apa nak buat untuk seketika, lantas turun di bus-stop seterusnyer (ok, my BM so tak bagus~)
makanyer kenalah jalan kaki merentas hutan batu. terus tak ngantuk seh!! hahah

and i was surfing and browsing (being in such a project, allows you to actually surf with a purpose;)) so anyway, yeah browsing through friendster, looking what and who’s in this humonguous network. so i was thinking why not start with my group of teens students???

you wouldn’t believe what i saw! well, for one thing, a lot of them are in friendster (i mean, come on!!! who wouldn’t?? DUUHHHH) and most of them are real. down to earth, funny, your everyday teens. and i was oh so eager to add them up as friends, and then i started to think : would THEY WANT their not so USTAZAH (a trainer is more like it)be their friendster friend??

well, i was thinking they wouldn’t want me to be ‘sneaking’ on their sites, or they might not want me to know who they really are outside class, or they might segan or malu with me. so i decided to view their profile UNanonymously so they will know i peeked at their friendster site. and then let them decide whether to add me or not. i would want them to add me as their USTAZAH willingly, not forced. i wouldn’t want them to suddenly rigidise themselves just by knowing their ustazah will always be lurking around, ‘checking’ up on them. i do have that penyakit INQUISITIVE and CURIOUS, you know.

but at the same time, wouldn’t it be good to have them in my circle? how would they feel if i add them? wouldn’t i be someone they can interact closely, even outside class? that’s obvious wouldn’t it. let me think about it for awhile. and continue surfing looking for my students~~

Praises for our beloved Prophet Muhammad Rasulullah s.a.w. peace be upon him. marhaban ahlan wa sahlan ya mawlaya salli wa sallim da-iman abada.