SMAC 2013

Hello.

well, here is the deal. skrang ni kolej aku sedang ada somekind of sports day. ni adalah sports event terbesar kat centre for foundation studies ni. at first i was not excited bout it. i mean, come on la. aku bukannye jenis yang suka sgt sukan ni kan. hahaha.. aku pulak bukan jenis suka tgk org bersukan.. hahahaha. u know me la kan. haha..

so, kali ni. sukan kali ni is a bit different. sbb ramai org yang aku kenal involve dgn benda ni. well, budak kelas aku ni ramai yg jenis bersukan and stuff. dan yes, kelas aku adalah antara yan paling ramai budak bina badan. hahahhaa. aku rasa kerdil dlam klas aku. hahaha. come on la..

game pertama yang mnarik minat aku ialah game takraw. game ni awal2nya aku igt sorang je budak klas aku masuk. pastu bila aku gi match diorang bru aku tau ada dua org klasmate aku masuk. rasul ngan atif. aku sampai tu diam agi, pastu bila dah start game diorang, aku tgk betapa hebat diorang main dan sokongan kwan2 aku.. hahahaha, aku excited bodoh... hahahaha.. memang sokongan kitorang bg agak kuat la... persatuan aku PRESSS. pre-science students society. in terms of famous, presss x de la famous bapak sgt.. tapi sukan memang kitorang agak kuat la. hahahaha.. ni la orang panggil excited bodoh.. LOL.

malam ni plak tgk futsal.. hebat gila la presss. main aye jah sek yo..menang bergaya. dan sokongan memang mantap la td. LOL.. aku lepak ngan budak bioscience td. x pegi kat physical science. kat situ panas.. hahahaha.. tapi tmpat budak physical memang gila la.. sokongan memang kuat. cheh. hahahahaha.

so, masa menang takraw tu memang excited, even menang nombor 3 je, gangsa. but best la... aku rasa macam KOT plak.. (KOT= kejohanan olahraga tahunan). KOT skolah faris petra dulu.. pergh kot dulu memang legend la.. aku rasa mcam nak wat post khas utk describe KOT je. hahahaha..

ok xiao... Allahuakbar

Cuti Raya Cina.

ok, i think its a bit late utk aku crita pasal kisah aku punya cuti raya cina, but, just go with it la.. hahaha..

ok camni, masa cuti raya cina yg lepas, utk taun 2013, aku balik kampung. i was still at PJ, CFS UIA.. nice place.. LOL. ok. so, when i was at PJ, i called my bro tnya dia, camna cuti ni, should i go back or not? and he told me to ask my mother. so i pon called my mother and she said that i have to come back sbb my cousin was gettin married.. i was actually agak berat jugak nak balik sbb, kalau boleh nak relax kat PJ and jalan2 pusing KL sbb final sem kat PJ.. but kalau balik pon ok je sbb i havent gone home for soooo long kan.. so, i decided to go back.. balik rumah manis rumah.

when i arrived home, dah tau dah ada byk projek, kwan2 family and me myself. so, the next day after i arrived home, my friend texted me tanya balik ke x.. i told him i balik dan he asked la nak hang out ke x.. aku ok je.. i missed him anyway, so ok laaa... that day i was kinda busy, sbb my cousin gettin married.. so, that day, kitorang(my family) went to her house for the preparation la.. that day memang busy sgt..

then, i got a called from capik, told me that dia nak ke KB dan wanna stay a night kat my house.. aku ok je, sbb rumah aku ni cam rumah kedua capik.. hahahaha.. its nice la ada someone teman aku.. memang la aku ada abang tapi bukan seusia.. i share my prob mostly with someone about my age.. so, ak pon tidor berteman la malam tu, sbb aku memang byk benda nak crita kat capik and kitorang malam tu we talked... and the next day tu la ada open house kat rumah sepupu aku yg lain.. lepas capik balik aku pon pegi umah spupu aku sbb open house tu pagi. and then lepas tu aku keluar ngan kwan aku yg ajak aku keluar tu.. yg text aku..

then aku pon keluar la dgn kawan aku tu. nizam.. just call him nije la.. so, kitorang keluar KB mall sbb masa tu nak teman dia cari transistor ke capacitor, aku pon x igt. bahasa elektronik dia.. hahaha.. kitorang keluar cari bendalah tu... mula2 try kat KB mall.. hahaha.. stupid place utk cari bnda tu.. smbil2 makan burger king.. and kitorang memang slalu gurau2 gay.. hahaha.. please, aku x gay, aku sgt straight.. sangat straight.. sangat... cuma bila dok skolah asrama ni memang friendship tu lain skit la.. dan its very nice utk hang with him la.. supposingly, kitorang pergi machang, sbb ada futsal yg budak2 laki batch kitorang buat, tapi aku x pegi, so dia pon x pegi jugak..awww.. hahahaha.. x tau la sbb tu tak.. huhu..

yg hari my cousin punya wedding tu memang busy x igt... hahaha.. hari tu jugak ada futsal yg dianjurkan oleh budak KEX.. aku memang nak involve dgn futsal tu sbb tu futsal charity and that charity was for Gaza and Syria.. so, that day, around 1 i sneak out from that wedding, yg aku kena jadi JONG KAKO (i donno the proper word for this).. and called Scha for the details futsal. jalan jem gila tapi pegi jugak... and then sampai sana, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... hepi gila sbb bleh jumpa budak kex 11, asaki.. lama gila x jumpa.. i miss them sooo much.. mejar, rais, azim, shahir, kerul, kamal, and ramai agi... and aku masa tu memang rush la.. smpat berbual sikit je ngan my President, Mr Azim.. i miss him and memang aku nak berbual panjang ngan dia.. but sbb ari tu memang rush kan.. so x sempat sgt la... pegi pon dengan pakai baju yg mengarut.. hahaha.. Scha tanya, "adam, you wear this to your cousins wedding?" hahahaha.. Scha, i bukan yg jenis fancy.. LOL..

so tu la cuti aku.. lambat bru nak crito.. hahaha.. but i tell this story sbb i want my friends to know yg aku appreciate them.. i really miss u guys yg dah lama x jumpa.. its nice to have them around.. and I m very thankful to Allah for giving me such cool friends in my life...huhu.. ok.. ciao... salam sayang.. LOL.. Allahu akbar

THE LETTER - part 1

A father wrote his daughter 10 letters before he dies.

LETTER 1

Dear Aishah,

            Assalamualaikum, my love. I know u do not expect this letter to come to you, now that I am not together with you anymore. I told your uncle Jonathan to do this for me. I want to write you 10 letters, in shaa Allah, if I manage to finish these letters before I die, u will get them. Each will be given to you every month. Like your monthly subscription magazines. Hahaha. I am sorry. I will be more serious.

            Aishah, I wrote this letter to you because I want you to know more about me. I want to share my world with you.  When I was young and healthy, I never had a chance to do that. Now, I am old and weak, I never had a courage to do that. I know I am a bad father. I do not blame you for what u did. It is because I did not play my role as a father very well. I am so sorry.

            In this letter, I want to tell you, how your mother and I met. I know it may get weird, awkward and stuff because it is your parent's love story, but honey, bear with it. I want you to know how me and your mother met and fall in love. It may not be a romantic love story, but I will never forget about it.

            It was 22 years ago, when your mother and I was still in college. My friend invited me to a party at Daytona Beach. It was his physics class party and nearly 50 people were there. I am sorry to tell you, but I was wild and crazy back in the nineties. Hahaha. I was not a Muslim, I did not know about halal and haraam in Islam. Florida is a wild place, honey. I drank beer and had a great night. Laughed and danced with my friends.

            Your mother was one of my friend's classmates. She was this nice girl, did not want to get drunk and sat at the beach alone. I saw her crying, alone at the beach. I do not know why I went to her and sat beside her. I guess Allah wanted me to meet this awesome girl. So, I sat next to her and said "I don't know why you are crying and who made u cry, but if I could, I would make him cry too". Aishah, it was a corny line but anyway, at least she smiled. There were lots of other small talks following the conversation. She told me that she was a social misfit, physics geek, nerd and did not know how to blend in with others. Aishah, for once in my life, I felt peace and happiness resting and singing in my head when I talk to a girl. I talked to hundreds of girls before, it was never the same. She was a nice girl, such a sweetheart.

            The next morning I woke up and the first thing that made me smile while having my coffee was the picture of your mother in my head. I kept on asking myself, "Who is  that girl? and what has she done to me?".

            Only a week later, I went to a diner near our college to have some dinner with my friends. When I sat, I saw a miracle happened right before my eyes. Your mother was the waitress. I saw her walking to our table, and my heart just started beating faster. Your mother's silky blonde hair, fair skin, silver blue eyes and gorgeous smile just made me go nuts. She took our orders and left the table after she gave a very beautiful smile to me that just took my breath away.

            We both knew that we missed each other, but I was with my friends. I got half the football team with me. Aishah, your mother would never talk to me when I am with my friends, let alone my football friends. Me on the other hand, was very stupid for not going to her and make my move.

            Since that wonderful day, I went to the diner everyday for my dinner. What a desperate dude your father was. Haha. Sometimes, I even waited for your mother to finish her shift and walk her home. I was crazy about her, and do not get me wrong here, Aishah. I have met hundreds of women, but this one, is just plain awesome. She was pure and innocent.

            There was this morning, I followed your mother on a bus, disguised myself, and sat behind her. A crazy stalker am I? Do not worry, Aishah, I am a changed man. Haha. So, I sat behind her and this bus was a bit crowded, no empty seats. A few stops later, an old guy, in his sixties, dressed in his blue long sleeve top, black slack bottom in a jacket and a flat cap, holding a bouquet of flowers entered the bus. His walk was weak. The minute your mother saw him, she stood up and offered the man her seat. She was such a nice girl, and when the man sat, she spent the next ten minutes smiling at the old man. Just before he got off the bus, he gave the flowers to your mother, and I still remember, he said, "I wanted to give these to my wife, but you are very generous. I want you to have these,". He got off on the very next stop outside the local cemetery, and headed in.

            Aishah, I swear to Allah, that was the moment I decided, with no doubt, that I want to spent my entire life holding her hand, and counting days with her. Getting to know her life had changed my life and the way I think.

            Things do not always go as planned. I did not know that your mother only treat me as a close friend. In your language, it is called 'friendzone'. Yes, Aishah, I was 'friendzoned' by your mother. I did not know this until this crazy day, when I took her out for a lunch.

            "So, what is the occasion, David?"

            "Awh, come on, do I have to have a reason to take my special lady to enjoy this nice spaghetti and these half cooked, not tasty sandwiches. Katie, next time, we better not take these sandwiches, it tastes like my cooking on weekends. U know how much I love my bed on weekends."

            "Hahaha, David, don't make me laugh here, it will be embarrassing," she laughed and smiled.

            "Okay, I will just tell you the biggest hit of the afternoon. My song that I sent to the local radio station, just got on-air! They said that they love my song!"

            "Oh my god, David! Are you kidding me? This is a very good news."

            "I know, right? I have been waiting so long for this to actually happen. Who knows, the next thing I know, I will be singing together with Bon Jovi and have a dinner with Guns and Roses. Katie, life is good."

            "Oh David, I am so proud of you. You are my most amazing best friend, but of course u know I don't have many friends and I don't have..."

            "I am sorry, what did u say?"

            "You are amazing."

            "Yes, I am your amazing what?"

            "Oh, you are my most amazing best friend."

            "Best friend? I am your best friend?"

            "Yes, David, we have been together for almost a year. You are very kind and nice. I really like you and u are my best friend. Unless, if you think that I am just your ordinary friend."

            "Oh, no, not ordinary, you are. Sure, best friends, best friends sounds really good. So, do you like your spaghetti?"

            That moment, I felt really depressed and sad. It broke my heart into thousands of pieces. I could not smile for the whole day, the whole week. It was the first time ever, in my life, a girl made me cry, and yet still madly in love with her.

            I will tell you in another letter, how I got your mother's heart.

LETTER 2

            Assalamu'alaikum, Aishah, my beautiful lovely princess, how are you? I know you do not like it when I call you 'princess', but honey, that is who you are. You are, and always will be my princess. Allah knows, how much I love you, and how much I care about you.

            In this second letter, I will tell you the story, how we converted to Islam, how we found this religion of peace and love, how we found the way of life.

            It was a year after I met your mother, she moved in, lived with me. We were not married, but we lived together, a very bad thing to do, Aishah. We did not know as we were not Muslims back then.

            The story goes like this. It was your mother's 23rd birthday and I took her out for a lunch. I planned the lunch to be a simple meal at Daytona Beach, the place where your mother and I first met. Hoping that it will be a nice meal and a long conversation and an unforgettable afternoon, but Allah did his job, very well.

            "David, can u stop at the a drugstore at North Atlantic Ave, I have to fill my prescription," said your mother.

            "Great, get me some aspirin, I stayed up all night for my ledger."

            Few minutes later, a man walking on the right roadside, he tripped and fell on the side of the main road. I was shocked and I steered my wheel left to not to roll over him, but I lost control of my car and hit a car parked on the left side of the road. My head hit the mirror on my left and bled a little, and your mother had small bleeding on her head as she hit her head to the passenger dashboard. My chest hurt and I quickly got out of the car as I saw the car the we hit was badly damaged. When I got out, I saw a young girl was standing by the car, holding her ice-cream screamed "Abi! Ummi!"

            In a split second, a Caucasian man in his early thirties, dashed towards the girl and grabbed her. He handed her to a woman standing nearby. "Make her stay still! Call 911!" he shouted at the crowd.

            I did not know what to do, first thing I said was to the man was "Take my car, it is still working. The nearest hospital is the one at the Dunn Ave," straight away after that, we had the two people in the car safely in my car with the help of bystanders.

            "Katie, get the kid and meet us at the hospital, call James, ask him to get you there, I will call you as soon as I get to the hospital," I told your mother in a very hurry and panic voice. Your mother was still shocked and she nodded.

            On our way to the hospital, the man kept on telling the injured couple at the back to recite the syahadah and takbir. He took off the woman's hijab and press it on the wound to hold the bleeding, I did not understand a word they said I just kept on driving.

            In less than fifteen minutes later we arrived at the Daytona Beach Va Outpatient, the couple were dashed to the emergency room. Only Allah knows, how bad I felt about them. They were just normal parents, waiting for their daughter and I hit them hard right in front of their own daughter's eyes. I felt really terrible.

            I signed all the papers and filled the documents because I was too afraid to go to the man that was with me in the car. He seemed really sad, and I did not know that he was the younger brother.

            Few minutes later, your mother arrived with your Aunt Lisa and the daughter of the couple. That kid run towards the man and hugged him, they cried.

            "Hey, honey, how are they doing? I had Lisa drove me, it will be scary for the children to be with another stranger man, she just witnessed a terrible thing," your mother said.

            "It is okay, they are doing fine, I guess. It has been half an hour. How was the kid?"

            "She cried non-stop in the car just now. Fortunately, she did not freak out. I hugged her all the way, her body trembled and she kept on saying words in Arabic, repeatedly. They are Muslims."

            "She is a good kid. Katie, I feel terrible. This is my mistake, I hit them, they are innocent, and they are badly injured."

            "David, don't say that. This is meant to happen today. You cannot put all the blame on you."

            Silence entered, and few seconds after that, I decided to talk to the man, he sat near the entrance of the emergency room.

            "Read Al-Fatihah to Abi and Ummi 5 times, tell me when you are finished," I heard he said to the little girl.

            "Hey, umm... are you okay?" I said to him.

            "Yeah, I am." he answered with a husky voice.

            "My name is David."

            "Omar Ryan, call me Omar"

            "Omar, are you related to them?"

            "Yeah, the woman is my sister, Zahrah. The man is her husband, Yusouf"

            "Owh, look, I am really sorry about this, about what happened just now. A man fall, I avoid, lost my grip, it all happened really fast. I am really sorry about what happened to your sister and her husband. It is definitely the last thing that I wanted to happen."

            "Hey, it is okay, I am not mad at you, I am not angry at all. There is nothing that you could have done to stop this thing from happening. Allah arranged the events. He gives some benefits from every bad things that happens to us."

            "Are you sure that you are okay? Just tell me if you guys need anything. I will give you my number. I singed all the papers, everything is on me," and then I saw his face changed. He showed guilt, like he was guilty for making me pay and be included in to treatment. I really did not understand this man, his kindness was unbelievable. My heart cried. I fall in love with that man and what he did.

            "Please, Omar, it is the least that I can do to your sister and her family. Please don't stop me."

            Then, he hugged me and thanked me. I cried and hugged him tightly because his kindness and acceptance to his fate touched my heart and very rare.

            On the next day, I got a call from your Uncle Omar, he told me that his sister and her family wanted to meet me. They were in a stable condition, fully conscious and wanted to have a talk with me.

            I was really nervous. On my way there, I kept on working on my apology and finding the right words. As I arrived there, opened the door to the room, I saw the whole family was there, Uncle Omar, Uncle Yusouf and his family, and also his other two brother and sister. Everyone smiled at me.

            "Everyone, this is David. David, meet my family." Omar said.

            "Hey everyone, I guess you heard about me. Nice to meet all of you."

            "Nice to meet you too, David," and the males in the family came to me and shake hands. I, then went to Yusouf on the bed, and greet him. I sat on the chair next to his bed.

            "Humaira, come, say 'hello' to Mr. David here," Yusouf said to his daughter, Humaira, the kid I saw crying the day before. She was hiding behind his Uncle Omar, holding her small pillow. Never know that a little girl can look so cute in hijab.

            "Go, give it to Mr. David," Omar said to her. She then came to me slowly and hand me a candy. She smiled a little and I can see her blue eyes sparks. I almost cry, but I hold it, never a good idea to cry in front of sick people. We are suppose to be the strong ones for them.

            "David, before you say anything, let me get this out first. I don't blame you for the accident that happened yesterday. This is our fate. Allah, the God, is never cruel to his servants. He did this to make sure that we can meet you and you can meet us. Nothing in this world is a coincidence, David. From my heart, I don't know how else can I stress this to you, I don't blame you for the event. These cuts are not permanent, my wife told me that her muscle contusion is no biggie, but I am grateful to Allah, that you and your wife is safe. you even willing to pay for us. Our financial status at the moment is at a critical state, your help is very big for us," Yusouf told me with a husky voice. Again, I want to cry so bad, but I hold it. He was really generous.

            He added, "David, please let us pay you back."

            That was the moment, I could not hold it any longer, "Umm. I am sorry, I have to go to the washroom. Umm, I will be back in a minute."

            I burst into tears right after I closed the door. I sat on floor and cried. I really did not know why I cried too bad, but I do know one thing, that that was the moment I decided to learn about Islam. Two months later, I became a Muslim. A proud and happy Muslim.

drawin..

Awesome Adam

i was facebookin.. my friend posted this to my facebook wall. LOL.. she said, evrytime she see this pic, it reminds her of me.. okaaayyy... hahahahaha.. iwas like, "the awesome part or the narcisstic part? LOL"

then it hits me.. i kinda do that to myself actually.. quite frequent.. LOL.. ok.. well, i have my own reason.. it might not be acceptable, but, who gives a shit? come on...

so, i did say that kind of stuff.. like sometimes, when i look in the mirror, i went like, "adam, u r freakin awesome dude.", "nah, don give a shit about what people say, remember, u r a great psychologist. u can treat yourself.", "come on.. hensem sial", and many more.. like seriously, many more... hahahahaa. and i will surely burst into laughter just right after i said all that kinda stuff..

awwww.. so sweet of me.. and its sad no one actually said that to me.. LOL.. lonely dude. well, like keanu reeve said, "u need to be happy to enjoy life.. i dont."

its not that, i m somekind of narcissist or whatever.. no.. its just that, for me, every person on earth need somethin to make him happy.. what keanu said is right, but he had different ways to be happy, so he think that he does not live a happy life.. and for me, when there is no one there to tell me that i m awesome, i tell me myself..LOL.. those who read this, u really don have to go to my twitter or my facebook page or whatever just to tell me that i am good, or awesome or great or stuff like that... sokay sweetie... no biggie. i got Allah.. this is actually not a big matter to me.. life goes on. i m not paranoid and stuff..

i, actually,i wanna tell a story about me giving no shit.. but its kinda long already.. gotta make my post short and entertaining so that the future me will not be bored when he reads it... hello Adam, from year it is u r readin this post... remember future Adam, this past Adam loves you.. take care of your health and ur Iman.. Allah watches you all the time..

Makes Me Think

i was readin posts on this website, makesmethink.com.. this website is super awesome because it is very inspirational.. in this website, u post ur story.. whatever story u have to tell, as long as it is inspirational.. its like 9gag but in an inspirational and epic way..

so, there were lots of amazing stories in the websites. but what i like the most is this one:

"Today, on New Years Eve, at 11PM it will have been exactly 58 years since that night I was sitting at a beach watching the fireworks alone. I was crying because the father of my unborn child left me. A man walked up to me, sat down, and said, "I don't know who made you cry, but I would make them cry if I could." It was a corny line, and there was lots of other small talk. But we married a year later and lived a happy life together, until this morning when he passed away at the age of 78. RIP Richard. Your love will always MMT."

the story is very ironic.. i mean, a man, out of the blue came to a crying girl who sat alone at a beach.. it was a simple story.. who knows, a person u met at a beach is actually ur soulmate.. how simple and amazing it is.. i would love to do that.. i mean, not in a creepy and weird and pervert way.. LOL.. i mean, one of my dream is to help a total stranger, and make him think that there are people in this world that would help for nothing in return.. i would love to help some stranger lift some furniture and left... i would love to help some people carry their bag and walk away.. how awesome is that.. i feel like i am somekind of superman. LOL..

like someone said to me, "u don have to be a superman or have superpower to help someone.. helpin someone, does not necessarily be saving someones life like avoidin car accident, help from gettin robbed, help from falling from a 100 storey buildin.. we can actually help people by clearing their head.. be a good sport.. or by liftin their problems away.. as simple as that.. we will be amazed by how kindness actually makes both sides smile.. the helper and the helped... LOL... peace out.. salaam..

Being an Idol

oh my, oh my.. aku ada byk sgt nak cerita tapi aku ada sikit sangat kerajinan.. wahai kerajinan, msuk la dlam tubuh aku.. LOL.. ada crita psal cuti2 aku.. crita budak KEX.. crito saem aku.. video aku.. mace2... x rajin sangat laa.. aku.. i need motivation from the atmosphere... LOL

ni kisah masa aku cuti.. it was a really great holiday. i would say that it was a well spent holiday... i get to know lots of people.. i got a job.. i learned many new things.. Allahuakbar..

so, camni, i got this one junior, i cant remember his name.. i m a bad senior.. so this kid, masa aku form 5, dia form 1..skrang dia bru abis PMR.. just enter form 4.. so what's special about this one kid?? LOL.. macam rancangan disney plak.. "apa yang akan terjadi kepada Donald Duck? ikuti kami selepas ini.."

ok, camni.. when i finished my SPM thingy, during my vacation, my mother ada la crita2 psal ada sorang makcik kat kampung sebelah yang ada anak yg my junior.. so this kid told his mother, and his mother told my mother, "abe adam tu biso la mok... dio tu biso bahasa inggeris, kalu ado gapo2 majlis besar skoloh, dio ah jadi pengacara.." LOL.. to those who don understand kelantanese, he said that my english is good.. thats all, yang lain tu perencah kasi tambah rasa la... so he told his mom.. and my mom told me.. and i was like, "okay...." ye la.. bukannye aku nak cakap yang aku ni hebat gila smpai ada peminat tu biasa.. tapi, i don think that it was a big deal.. dia minat je.. i mean, aku minat kwan aku yg kerja jaga kedai musik... x hebat pon dia. LOL..

so, there was this one time, my cousin kahwen.. so i went. of course la, cousin aku... LOL.. so kat sana aku jumpa la junior aku ni ngan mak dia.. sbb dia satu kampung with my cousin.. so, i was being professional la.. dah dia tegur aku, aku pon berbual panjang jugak la.. one thing when u become a teacher, aku dah biasa sbb aku pon wat part time mengajar tusyen, so ada la aku jalan2 kat Kota Bharu, student aku mai tegur.. hahahahaha.. and aku x kenal pon tapi dah dia panggil 'cikgu' and 'sir'.  that means that dia my student la... so aku pon kena berbual panjang la, x nak kasi awkward. so ngan junior aku pon aku tanya la dia psal skolah, psal cikgu, psal budak.. macam2.. and aku notice la, yang dia ni bukan jenis talkative mcam aku..

msa dia nak balik aku tanya la, "bwak fon?"
"saya x dop handfon"
"owh, gini ah, klu ada gapo2 masalah oyak ko abe la deh"

yeaaahhh.. adam shaari being awesome!!!

so, masa cuti ari tu, his mother called me, tanya

"adam, ada x buku2 hok lamo2. buku2 latihe ko gapo ko.." so aku pon cakp la yg aku ada byk dan dia ckp dia nak dtang... nak beli. so about an hour later she came with her husband.. she came, early actually sbb nak jumpa my mother, but then my mother left early, sbb ada hal.. ada my aunt yg teman dia.. so masa dia dtang tu, dia ckp la psal my junior ni.. dia ni kat skolah jenis kuat mengelamun, byk main, x fokus.. so i cakp la, x yah risau la, sekolah akan pikir cara la tu.. x pe. sekolah nak jaga nama.. so dia ckp la, si A(my junior) ni, dia tgh fikir nak amik prinsip akaun ke tak.. sbb dia bleh amik.. kelas alpha kot.. so mak dia ckp la yang si A ni ckp "abe adam dulu x amik subjek nih.. ummm.. ore x se amik etek eh.." and i was like WHAT!!!!?? am i such a big influence? dulu aku igt dia stakat minat je tau... but as the story goes, his mother told me, like i m a big inspiration to him... cam aku ni idola.. LOL.. like more than half of his family actually like me.. bukan nak riak bongkak.. NO... mak dia tgh ckp ni.. crita psal anak dia. aku dah nak nangis ni.. terharu. aku cover la.. dan mak dia ckp nanti dia nak dtang umah aku nak belajar..so aku pon okay je la.. bukan nye aku ni sbuk sgt pon.. dan msa dia nak blik, dia ak byar buku tu.. aku cko amik je la.. aaku nak bantu anak dia macam mana lagi.. bagi buku tu kecik je..

just to clarify, diorang orang susah.. being such an inspiration to them means a lot to him. aku sgt suka words ni.. "u dont have to have a superpower to help people".. aku pon bru prasan yang sometimes, we do small things.. people see it as something big.. and sometimes, we say few words.. people were inspired... so, kpada sesiapa yg mmbaca kalau ada.. keep on doin good works, people.. we never know who we inspired... Hidayah milik Allah.. kita x tau.. OK.. salaam..