The Arithmatic of Wisdom

Throttle a FreSh StarT!!!

2009-10-31T22:35:00.002+08:00

Salam...

Greetings to all...

2day is the day I revive Arithmatic of Wisdom...I've done lazy tweak on Denim template...n i think it is too sloppy...I'll come up with something later...

Yeah~~ later...procrastination...haha

This week, is indeed a busy week for all students of UKM...we're battling with ferocious army of papers...final papers...for this semester...n yeah, that, of course is challenging...

Talking bout challenge, juz yesterday I hangout with my fellow UPSM dears (Mahzuz, Aza, Mcziey n Gemok)...n on the way 2 our destination (Azura lame 'oh, its not LAME...its LAMA') out of a sudden, Syafiq's car halted...

TheN? Of course, dear readers, we pushed the car...until it is strong enough 2 initiate an engine start...

Owh~~ wut a day....

Long Time No See

2008-12-25T04:48:00.002+08:00

Salam...

Back from the dormant period (does this phrase applicable?). After long days of resting, now I'm back at last. My blog needs some repair, so it will be a while before I could post an entry. I'll be back. Its just the matter of time...I still have a lot to share, seriously...=]

Of Fork and Spoon

2008-11-23T15:37:00.008+08:00

Salam...

Today is a special day, I suppose. There are people who are celebrating birthdays, having a trip sumwhere, watching movies, dating sumone special, and...blogging. Well then, everyday's a special day, if u put it that way.
My best moments are, I suppose, the 5 years I had in Seti-J (SeTuJa, or just STJ, or SMSTJ), with the rest of 2001-2005 batch (named flare88, but since we have a mix of those born in 88 n 89, let's figure out other names). Frankly speaking, these are the moments which I hardly forget the most. We've been thru highs and lows together, expanding our vision (owh man, I feel like pairing expanding with empire...=p), growing up, loving, cheating, (ok3...i'll stop here...huhu). Yeah, I miss the moment much. I wish to revisit me at that time.
This is also the moment I miss them all so much. There are several occasions of reunion held, but unfortunately i can't be there [being in kmk is so much pain in d ass...haha]. Dunnow y, but, suddenly I felt like I want their presence here with me. Hm...
My first tyme there, was in (oke, I can't remember months quite well...huhu), I'm the 3rd intake, along with (okay, I forgot..=p), but the 2 dat I remember quite well is tayam n sapix, since I met both 1st when I got there, and they too, are my rumate eventually, aite? hehe...
My room dat tyme is AS37, our room's prefect is Abg. Hasrul, the bed below me is KA, next to me is sapix n g-rah, the opposite side is tayam, budu, muzzein, bullu, ajim. But then we hv an addition 2 d family, matpet (RIP) --- doesn't indicate he's dead, but he's transferred to another skul..=]
I was placed in 1 Bohr, I could remember Razwan, Shahir, haf (he is here, in UKM..huhu) g-ha (see, this species of aquatic mammal also featured in my blog...=p) choy (another aquatic species...), amni, er...who else? owh, yeah pearl, sat, is it her or piper? conductor of our choral speaking (which turns out to b champion). Sory for those who i dun list down...respond please, the complete list of ur classmate. I beg of u, my batchmate.
Though my class is 1 bohr, I spent much of my time while prep with my frens at 1 Einstein eventually (with budu, bullu, g-rah, ajim, tikom n sapix). That tyme, the monitor of 1E is g-rah, with yokoe as his assistant. Yokoe that tyme, is specky, and gossiped a lot with g-rah (guess who arise that...? hoho).
That is the also time I met fatin atiqah othman, an important person who keep me focused with who I am, which bring me back to the track when I am deviated. =] We're good friends, which communicated thru letters only. We're still friends...=]
I started my sports of choice with cricket for a day, but then I change to field hockey...until now. Among us who started since the first day is emmet, g-rah, KA, sapix, tikom --- (erk, short memory...help me dear readers).
Placed in English set 2, with my beloved teacher, Miss Umi. She's simply great, the one who inspired me to write, if u remember my last post. For most fellow students, she is scary, but for me she is really kind, devoted to his career as a teacher and treated us like her own son...=] I miss her much, anyone who knows how could I contact her, please help....please...do help...[act, I rely on miss jas 4 this...=p]
We (1B) attend interclass choral speaking competition, held during English week (if I'm not mistaken). We won, and the only phrase that I remembered until now is: "Dun give up easily, or you'll gain nothing. Perseverance is the mother of success, hardwork and prayers will do the rest..." =]
For now, diz is it...I'll continue later...
But for those who read this, please respond in the comments, tell me your story that time...=] (2001)...

The Station

2008-11-20T08:54:00.008+08:00

Salam...

This morning, (I didn't even sleep) I am thinking of my future. What am I to become? So far, not everything was going as planned. This is really a test for me. Even the closest to me now parting away, for their future. That is the best for their happiness, let it be.
I don't know still how to make me happier. I was downed with exams, act there's a paper which I failed miserably. Yeah, I think I will fail that paper.
Oh, yeah! Reading blogs could at least make u smile
Not necessarily act, they could also make u miserable.
Time to do some work, yeah, make urself busy so that u won't have even a second to worry about ur probs.
Now it is time to blog. Oh, my entries...they never had any pictures. No wonder they juz land then go.
Shall I put some pics here? Nope, I'll stick to this style.
My entries are mainly luv poem/song. Is it? This is my style I think. Cannot let go.
Owh, i've been tagged by amirah. Well, I'll play along...hehe

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any 1 questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves

RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by and continue this game by sending it to other people.

i was tagged by lil' amirah.....

Name : Qairawani Hassan

Nickname : Que (used globally, nuthing other than that)

Birthday : 17/01

Birthplace : Kg. Gual Jedok, Tanah Merah, Kelantan

Time of Birth : around...zuhur...eh...subuh...mebi

Zodiac Sign : CapRicoRn

[This or that?]

Flower or Chocolate : Vanilla Choc

Pepsi or Coke : Light Coke

Pop or Rock : Metal Rock

Relationship or 1 Nite Stand : Deep Relationship

School or Work : F1-F5 (I wish to be there again)

Love or Money : Love for money...(hahakz)

Movies or Music : Melodious Music

Jungle or sea : Tropical Jungle

Sunny Days or Rainy Days : Sunny Days n I meet her (Her?)

Friends or Family : Friends n Family (DiGi????)

Have u ever....Smoked : Yeah, n I stopped the moment I started (believe me, it was 14 years ago)

Broke some1's heart : Yeah, my queen (She's my lappy...hehe)..sory dear..

Had your heart broken : Yeah, many times...n I never learned...

Wish u were a prince/princess : never, they have hard times...n I am against such a social hierarchy...u're born then u're a prince? Juz like that?

Liked some1 who was taken : I am alwayz in this situation...fool, never learned a thing...

Shaved your head : not completely shaven tho...

Been in love : With ar-Rahman? Of coz...=]

Used chopsticks : Yeah, with pencils...SeTuJarian boyz enjoy Maggi this way wut?

Sang in front of the mirror to yourself : I'm cussing in front of it, never sing

[Favourites]

Candy : nano nano

Song : Jonathan Davis - Forsaken

Scent : Not into it much...my fren's minyak attar most of the tyme

Musical Instrument : trombone...=p

Movie : Since this world is heavily divided, western: Silent Hill; eastern: Ayat-ayat Cinta (^_^)v

Actor/Actress : Johny Depp/Catherine-Zeta Jones

Junk Food : mamee lor...wut's better?

Animal : Ophiophagus hannah...google 4 it if u wanna know

Ever cried over someone ?: I dun think so...even if I have, I won't tell u...

Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself?: My EeeeeeGo...

Do you think you're attractive?: Dun think so...not a subject of attention...

If you had to choose a fairytale as your life, what would you choose?: Peter Pan (coz Tinkerbelle is always with him...=p)

You play any sports?: Field hockey...but now I'm slowing down...has to b back in shape, I'm storing fat here n there.

8 Random FACTS about yourself :

1. Prefer Art over Science, but love the fusion of both...

2. An offline pc gamer...not addicted 2 any on9 games yet...

3. since child, I will vomit if I consume spaghetty...dunnow y...

4. I'm not jiwang act, juz a way of expressing myself is thru poem...

5. For me, Half-life is the best game ever...the full sequels are not a disappointment either

6. Crysis and Call of Duty 4---finished many times but still is replaying...

7. FarCry 2 is beautiful, though the gameplay is quite repetitive...n STALKER Clear Sky looks way better than its predecessor though it was heavily bugged...

8. DMC4 is not a disappointment, but DMC n DMC3 are better...but Dante still is the coolest game char eva...Tifa Lockhart (FFVII), on the other hand is the chumellest...=p

I would like to tag:

end of story (...)

Well people, those who are tagged, take note...those who aren't, your tyme will come...mwahahakz....

The Heart

2008-11-19T08:24:00.004+08:00

Salam...

Heart is a complexity. A unique element of living things which is hard to understand. When a heart communicating with another heart, they create a wave of understanding which is hard to decipher, or maybe it will also put on a barrier which create a fake understanding of each other. The latter, not surprisingly is hard to maintain. They will give up their communication and never to reconnect again.

That is the nature of the heart. To discriminate. Without it, we will be engulfed in this world without knowing which is friend, which is foe. The heart is pure, it is us who stain it. Still, we have the right to decide: to follow, or not to follow.

Right now, a heart is tormented. The cry of agony could be heard aloud. It is suffering, tortured. As a tribute to the heart, at 5.00 am, I composed these lyrics:

Satu hati yang ku beri cintaku

Satu hati yang ku jagai

Satu hati yang ku rindui

Satu hati yang ku sayangi

Malangnya hati diambil orang

Satu hati yang buatku bahagia

Satu hati meleraikan semua

Satu hati yang ku rindui

Satu hati yang ku sayangi

Malangnya hati itu menyakiti

Oh hati dengarlah suara hatiku ini

Mengapa kau pergi jauh dariku

Oh hati mengapa kau berdiam diri

Adakah bukan hatiku untukmu?

Kaulah sinar hidupku

Kini kau mengundang kelam

Kau bahagia disampingnya

Ku dikelar kesunyian

Apakah dosa hatiku ini

Kau calari dan sakiti

Bahagialah kau hati ku doakan

Agar kau sentiasa dalam redha-Nya

(It is a song. Actually, I have wrote songs since form 2. But since my fundamentals in music is not very strong, so what I have are mainly lyrics which only I knew how to sing it. I can't play any strings. The only instrument that I was taught was trombonne, trumpette and some percussions. I will try to work it out somehow. And, this is my second malay composition. A massive of my works are in English, as a way to improve mine.)

Rest, heart. You needs time. Even if no one is willing to care for you, Allah is always with you. InsyaAllah.

Friday Birds

2008-11-15T07:33:00.004+08:00

The time is right

It's a cold Friday

Water dripping in a rush

The time is not after them

This bird has it in his heart

To fly high and mighty

Travelling as the water drips

For his soul in the far end

Of the world

This bird determined so hard

To glide with the chilly wind

Fighting to his last soar

For his soul afar

This bird keep it in the gut

To be with his soul

In their built house

Soaring the sky together

Be with his soul the whole time

Learning from each other

Forgiving, having all shared together

Having faith in each other

Be together to eternity

This bird has a dream

Of walking the life together

Spend the time together

Be in the little house together

Fishing the sky together

Gazing the horizon together

Many things...together

This is the Friday

That changed his bones and feathers

All the way the Friday

Which he awake

WHY WHY WHY

Why o pretty bird

Why is your song so weak

Why o mighty bird

Why is your wing exhausted

WHY WHY WHY

Why you silly bird

Why is your flight interrupted

WHY WHY WHY

Why you foolish bird

Why do you wail aloud

WHY WHY WHY

Why you poor thing

Where is your little house

Where is your little house?

WHY poor bird

What is dripping out of you

Flowing out of you poor bird

Black and dirty

WHY little bird

Where is your house?

Why do your body weakened

Stained blood

Black and dirty

Dreams are shattering

Seeping out of your veins

Slowly slowly it drain out

The little house you built

In a room inside your tiny heart

But now it seems

Black and dirty

WHY WHY WHY

This bird doesn't know

WHY WHY WHY

For him

Alive is not the matter

Raise from the calamity

And attend to

His soul is all that matters

This poor silly bird never knew

His house were destroyed

To the last bit

This bird never knew

His soul was no more his

His soul were given to another bird

Of stronger figure

And better physique than his

Of another Friday bird

This is the Friday

He lost his little house

And all the dreams

And all the memory

With his soul

For her, the little soul

Amend your life

Rest our memory within

Always will I pray for your

Happiness....

The Beginning....

2008-11-08T03:57:00.000+08:00

Salam...

Hye folks, at last after much trials and tribulations, I managed to post an entry. Since this is the very beginning of my luvly little project, so let me introduce to you, the basis of my blog and the reason for me blogging out of nowhere.

Since this is my very 1st entry to this arithmatic of wisdom, allow me to mess with it a bit. This paragraph should be in arial, if it's not, then nevermi, nd, let us proceed. (I dun want to do a test blog...huhu..)

And this paragraph should be in Lucida Grande. If it's not then again, nevermind. Please, people dun laugh. Yes, especially u g-ha.

I guess I shall stick with Verdana as in this para. Wut do u think..? Yep, it's great...hehe

Wait, shall it be in courier...? See, notepad look, quite interessant...=] Just a few of german vocab, that i knew quite well. I remembered a moment while we're in Berlin where Che Nab (He's a guy dear sweet reader) reacted towards Hanif's confession (this, I would tell u later):

"Ein interessante Freundin"

(An interesting girlfriend)

Of coz, grammatically I think it is a bit wrong...hehe

Owh man, I'm writing in Courier...wait...

There, Arial is better. Hehe, wutever u say, dear people, I will continue writing it like this...=p

Okay, to do sumthing, the moment which is the hardest would be to start it. Now, I've started typing, and I dunnow when to end already. So, weblog, as it implies, is the log for your web (haha, evryone could say that, even Akem). Before this, you need a website, a webspace, a good ftp tool, a great website tool, a decent knowledge of HTML, a domain, a kentang foundation of applets, and a great will --- all to create a website, and to start logging your web. Now, you need google, since google will lead you to blogger.com, then sign up, then there you go! I'm posting an entry to my blog..hehe...quite easy, and more importantly, it is convenient! Congrats people, ure utilizing one of the future wonders of the world.

So, why are you blogging? Is there not enough things that u could do already? Actually, I luv to write. That habit could be traced back in my schooling time. STJ (I know sum of u dun even know the existence of this school, even those in SBP). Since we have to write at least 7 entries in our journal per week, I took that as a great opportunity and I began to write. My first entry was the very boring over-exposing, over-complimenting self-obsessed story about myself. Yeah, a bored autobiographical essay. ----at least I think so...but then, when I was in form 3, my teacher (our beloved Miss Umi, oh, I hope she could read this...help me anyone, we haven't been in contact for almost 4 years) realized there were sumthing different in my essay. She actually touched mainly on my way of writing it, not the grammar, my grammar was terrible (until now, i dun even realized if I write it grammatically correct or not). What I understood from what she said was that my essay had a great beginning rather than ordinary one day, or once upon a time, or..wutever it is and coupled with a few elements of surprise (wha! the way I'm telling u was like my essay was a great hit or bestseller, a blockbuster perhaps...hehe). That made me the center of attraction from my classmate. An ordinary boy, suddenly came up with sumthing (owh, sory dear readers, still my entry has that self-obsessing style..=p). That is the reason for my confidence in writing. Thanks a lot Miss Umi, you really pushed this ordinary boy far from his limit. =]

Actually, I've owned this account for almost 2 years, but I couldn't do a thing. Nuthing catalyze me to do it, nuthing inspire me. But then, I came across this blog of sumone which turned out to be one of my classmate. It is funny actually how I discovered his blog. There is a band out there which my friend mentioned.Cynic, have u ever heard of that? Sitting in front of my laptop (she's Queen, I named her...she turned out to be a female. I found out early of this semester since she's sensitive. Dun wory, I'll write about her later...=]) I dunnow what to do to kill the time so I google for Cynic, then member of the cynics. The first result was a blog link, and getting bored waiting for my friend, I decided to read it. Wah, ujeng? I remember the face, clearly it is in my mind. But, not the tummy...I wonder where he got that...=p (oops). But hey, people, his blog is interressant. Seriously, but since I haven't had his permission to link to him, so that could wait. His blog stimulated me (can I get rid of such biological jargon anyway?) to start a blog. His blog really is great (yeah, of coz ujeng, u could treat me later..=p). It's funny how I could land on his blog. This world is small if men never invented measures and numbers, isn't it?

So, that is how I decided to start a blog. I would like to share my thoughts to the world (a little ambitious...huhu). So, a blog, but what kind of blog?

Political blog? No, please not. There are a plenty few which you see scattered over the web. But one thing about those blogs are they are driven by their ideologies, and that is okay. Blogging is for such a purpose. Here, though, is different. ISA? Remember? That is for anyone...huhu. To be there, without trial. It is for your family, your son, your colleague, or even me. Better stop writing bout that. Well, political blogs are everywhere, so mine will not be one of it. =]

But I decided to have my own ring of blog. Sum of them would be photoblog, n others. But I don't think of having a Vlog yet. For now, not yet. That can wait...hehe.

So here's my blog. A place for me to express wutever inside me and at the same time maintain my unique narrative style (see, self-over-complimenting weirdo...=p) so that u would feel like I am sharing this with you, and only you =]. Yeah, about the header, its quite huge. Those with 600x400 res would only see that filling their screen. Dun wory my dear sweet readers, I will have it fixed ASAP.

Okay, tyme for some CoD. Later guys n gals. Leave your track please, dun hit n run...=]

Hamlet:
"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!" Shakespeare