zuuup~!

a pick from dejoy;

"dear GOD, though I failed you, don't fail me"

hurm. rather, GOD never fails us; we are the one who failed ourselves, as we fail HIM.
only we didnt realize, or we ignore, or fail to see it ourselves.
U cannot blame GOD if things aren't going your way.
Who r you/us to dictate what should and shouldn't happen?

kita kadangkala solat subuh pun lalai.
bertaranum jauh sekali.
buat maksiat setiap hari;
mata, telinga, mulut.
pastu rajin merungut dan mengeluh.


last night I watch Spderman 2 on AXN (yeah. rumah aku da ad astro).
tonton dengan wassin, anak kawan mak aku. baru nak masuk darjah 6.
mestila syok tgok spiderman (aku marvel superheroes nyer fan).

then ade scene MJ mintak tunang dia lay down his head on her laps.
and they F-kiss. then wassin toleh belakang.

"Ee maksiat"

jujur, aku nak tergelak. serius. (cium mulut je pun. xda la scene bogel)
tapi aku terpikir; kecik2 aku macam nie jugak.
pantang nampak ade scene nak kiss mesti toleh belakang.
orang pakai bikini pun tutup mata (wassin terus masuk bilik bile org pompuan rumah aku nk tgok miss universe)


betol la, time kecik, tak baligh lagi.
tapi, mana hilang rasa malu tu?
maybe kiss kiss kat movie kita boleh tolerate;
tapi kengkadang kita rajin nak tgok benda yang tak sepatutnya kita tengok.
main 7 sin. berborak pasal hal sulit yang patutnya wajib jadi sulit.

aku coret2 kat sini aku pun sama jugak.
tapi lepas gelakkan wassin, aku terfikir, mulianya aku kalau hati aku kudus macam dulu.

doktor cakap hati kita warna merah.
tgok dlm siri HOUSE pn warna merah.


tapi apa kita akan buat bila "hati" kita tu sebenarnya dah warna hitam?



"da abis belum diorg kissing?"
"belum. diorg tgh tggl bju"
last2 smp dr octopus campak kereta dalam kafe tue barulah wassin sedar aku tipu dia hehehe.

5 pointer for me;

fatma; khruz is:

1. weird
2. smart
3. pervert (?!)
4. good in english..

nik adzlin; khruz is:

1. ego
2. gentleman
3. mr-know-it-all
4. kinda didnt listen to others sumtimes
5. trying hard to get what's best for him

bahiah ismail; khruz is:

1. Insightful
2. Competative
3. Driven
4. Charismatic
5. amusing




if U lot wanna add some more points bout me, feel free =p

graah graah

rajin lak post blog. setelah network kajang pulih dari kekibutan yang pelik.
lgpun komp still korup.tp ak teruskan latihan sektching aku yang mmg sketchy messy.

dapat tengok "kawan" baru bak. manis orangnye ehehe.
seronok bila melihat adik - adik berbahagia =)

aku?
setelah berminggu merajuk, berfalsafah, buat2 macho;
it's time to let it go.
sudahlah.
korang pn boring.
all this whining bout this loveless thingy.
kenapa nak mengeluh pasal perkara yang sudah pasti?

aku nak terbang.
aku xnak terikat lagi dengan ikatan - ikatan pelik.
kacau aku nak score 4 flat je hahaha

contemplating on a sustainable housing design.
there's this one competition coming up.
but im not fully decided yet.
and i just realized i lost my sketchbook - with some of my thesis thoughts in it.
well, nasib baik ada byk cover.

this sunday will be Itri's wedding ~ ALHAMDULILLAH
=D
hope she'll have babies before stage two thesis hehe


graah graah!

Berdehem di tangga

Alhamdulillah~ baru lepas raya qurban; merasa sikit daging unta =)

hurm.
"melepas batuk di tangga".
faham simpulan bahasa di atas?
maksudnya buat kerja sambil lewa, tak bersemangat, etc.
well;
care to explain how coughing is attributed or related to being lazy/so-so?

Tu la.
cne berdehem kat tepi tangga tue umpama sambil lewa ek?
cne berdehem sambil lewa?
"uhuk"? "koh koh"?





da 22 tahun aku hidup ( january i'll be 23rd~ getting older.hopefully wiser). barulah nak terpikir perkara nie.

well, to those alerted minds, to those ignorant souls;
"batuk" di sini bukanlah berdehem, tapi batuk yang digunakan untuk membasuh kaki di tepi tangga~sekali dengan gurik.
kan zaman dulu - dulu orang Melayu basuh kaki sebelum naik rumah?
tue la umpama melepas batuk di tangga; habis basuh batuk tue diletak begitu sahaja.

15 years of being ignorant ( anggap la aku belajar simpulan bahasa nie waktu darjah 1).
selama nie kita terima je melepas batuk di tepi tangga tue - tanpa terfikir pun.
orang suap, kita makan =)


hopefully we'll be more aware of our own tradition/culture.
jangan barack obama kita kenal, gerisik/rebab kite malu - malu lupa.


going to KARYA this upcoming weekend. yeay!

a lil rest

fuh~ berehat jap.
cuti nie aku x wat keje yang mendatangkan keuntungan pun.
cuma duduk rumah, mengemas.
akhirnya my mum's application nk move back to Kajang diluluskan.
ALHAMDULILLAH.cuma x pasti school mana lg.

sibuk ceraikn barang. angkat barang. angkut.sapu. kemas. da seminggu buat kerja nie.
aku sorang je. adik pompuan aku STPM, adik laki aku tgh buas*R hahaha.
so tggl la aku lelaki Melayu terakhir (",) membuat kerja2 gagah nie. rumah kecik je, tapi barang banyak sgt (mostly books), then + lgi perabot2 antik yang sensitif tue.
ada la separuh da bg kat org lain. nanti semak lak rumah kat kajang.

tp hari ni rileks jap.
balik dr pasar ade voicemail.
Kak Suri nak cri org. ade competition canvas drawing kat UMS.
mmg la seronok dgr, tapi fikir2 balik, ntah2 nie last time aku dapat cuti dgn mak aku.
da la jarang sgt blik rumah. dr MRSM smp UTM; liat benor.

nk wat camne.ak mmg workaholic cm arwah atuk aku.tp least ak slalu tny kabar mak, adik.
ak x bazir kredit nk muaxmuax kiss kiss ( sempat lg tue)

so aku tipu (sunat) kak Suri; ckp aku tak reti atas kanvas. charcoal bolelah =) ak cari org lain. dapat Azrul. hehehe.

settle terus pegi CC. nk update blog nie.nk baca komik =)
oh. dan aku give up nak view senarai tampal. da masuk 4 tahun, ckp da tampl. view2 xde bende pun posted lg.

after this balik rumah. mengemas lg. Jumaat nie balik kajang.

yeay!

lets be +ve

somehow rather I feel like I'm being urged to feed on the positive charges.
well, though most of my posts were dark sarcasms pointing out to stark changes in our lives.

so I'm sharing with you guys two of my fav comics;
REAL
and
Ichigo 100%.

Real's bout my fav sport, basketball, though it looks deeper thru the lifes and hardships of handicaps.

I like Ichigo 100%, its a romantic story, (though there are lotsa embarassed scenes; please dont take example out of it), and may be particularly coz the hero is nerd, naive, and every single thing you wouldn't find in a metro guy.


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let's talk bout thesis btw, since we're in the middle of thesis presentation.
and last monday while we were having discussions with our tutor en azman, we discussed some of our thesis potential.
so basically idzan's about the vernacular and Malay spirit, Hakim's got something to do with glamour, I'm not sure what's solehuddin's all about; and I'm about free-willy.

But I LOVE EXPerimental and reform.
and ever since in my 1st year i thought of the infinite possibilities of reforming the abandoned and negligible spaces in the city. under the lrt lines, along the maple's, the vacuum space three storeys above the road.

but I just got some nasty and naughty thoughts creeping into my neurons. How about if I were to explore architecture for prostitute?
sounds radical, controversial, really against the ethic and norms and society.
but that's why it'll be so much fun.

Owh. I'm not promoting prostitution btw. (why the needs for prostitution? half of teenagers nowadays were exploring schubums on the bed)
let's say I'm a doctor providing pepsidone for tarchycardiac.
unless its a von hippel-lindau.
if the metaphor's right, but I guess u guys knew what I meant.


enjoy the comics.cheers mates

BELIEVE; WHY ME?

when u're in deep sh*t
when u feel your grades are being unfair
when life is unjust
when U thought that nobody cares

U'll start wondering; "WHY me?"
"Why GOD has to suffer me and no one elsa?"

and I'll like to say, & I'll like to believe, and I believe;

GOD chooses this man because HE believe this man can overcome this






reflecting.reflecting.
the eyes and heart can be conceiving sometimes.
most of the time.

have FAITH

Those were the days

those were the times
when my neck is really visible from afar
i got around 4 "pack" instead of 1 bulgy "pack"
kinda schema n kampung like

n i cant resist;
those were also the times when my feets weren't heavy to go to the mosque for the 5 daily
i never missed a class (although virtually i still slept in evry class that i'm in)
and when i showed off my basketball skills every evening

and I really missed those times
when my friends treat me for what I am
and not heels over heads with their boyfriend / girlfriend
to the extent that they could ignore and lie to their friend so that they could get cushie mushy lovey dovey nite out
candlelight dinner in danga or whisper snuggie snuggie watching cinema in tebrau


Is it hard to be frank, honest n true when u're going gaga in lovey-dovey land?
god forbid, n u expect people not to make scandals out of your so called "bff" relationship?

if the trees rustles, we look for the winds.

or maybe, ironically, is it true, that my value as a "friend" is to be ur moving dictionary, (remember?click here )
and a target of the phrase "fakhruz selalu ckp lbt~" when u got b+ and less in your design studio?

i never left it late mate. you're just too occupied. and you know exactly what you're too occupied with. TRUE STORY

p/s; sebenarnya saja nk review, the diff between ke-"berisi"-an aku sekarang berbanding dulu. but a lil sarcasm wouldn't hurt rite?

after all, have you guys feed a monkey with a chilli?
macam mana kita nak tahu beruk mana yang termakan cili? (>.<)

lehud nye pasal la nie

i'm bored, got nuthin to do, just sent my part time job to the boss & goes up n down from HEP to my studio (nik forgets her IC AGAIN when we were bout to withdraw some money from the bank. kene tangkap as PATI nnt bru tahu ishk3~).

so I scroll thru friendster, have a peek at Lehud's photos, n I say; "lama gak ak x main superimpose?"

so here it goes~ a quirky 5 mins works. sumpah, xde keje.

hopeful to get more part-time during hols~

Highrise presentation day 2008

as promised; the pictures of our presentation day.cheers

the panels from left; Ar Shah, Ar Zaihan n Ar Azman

workbase of norul azman sem 1 2008/09

my model is the green one folks!

dont ask me why uth is acting weird


hakim; in d middle of presentation missing his sweetie.yucks~

pee-ka-boo. bubblegal missed en norul azman (>.<)

as promised

some glance of my presentation board. i may ask someone to take my pics presenting tonite =) got new uniform to show off hohoho

and insyaALLAH i'll try to upload my uliminatus of my project tis sem on the net. im configuring the html. cheers mates~

upcoming portfolio

this sem i'm designing a vertical campus. a bit rigid initially, but Im playing with the whole transparency issues. my fav material, ETFE (ethylene tetrafluoroethylene) is up for grabs again. this time the skin transpire the urban fabric of Johor Bahru, so the different depth imprints of the ETFE pieces allows transparency as well as a whole lot new lighting interplay experience. plz refer to Daniel Libeskind's extension for the Victoria & Albert Museum in London, a.k.a "the spiral". click here and here and here.

(not all comments about the extension is quite positive, but hey, im in for the imprint to transpire my surrounding context. im not resorting to something alien)

buildings should instigate emotions, remember?

im just past my plans n sections, working out on the 3d modelling. but my tutor requires another section to show the relation between plot 1 and plot 2 of our site sandwiched by Jalan segget.

not much images for grabs. will be as usual after the portfolio.

P/s.will probably use interface for my portfolio. guess i have to swap my crt for lcd eh?

DARK

dark

manifest my love
epitomes my thoughts
an abstract of my emotions
represents my life

the absolute color
of nothing
& everything
the start & the end

Eid wishes from a PRESIDENT

i got off late tis morning.
spend my prev shinanegans nite reading
architectural elements of Ipoh railway station

by 11am, we change the building
from railway station to parliament building

and I had to cycle all d way to Ibnu Sina Institute
at the corner of the world
I would be effing until now but for
good samaritans by anna & izaidy

but back from the rather boring seminar
(Practical in overseas ~ which is not alien at all to architechs)
I found out that the architech's still didint prepare themselves for
the open studio eid celebration

good grief

so i had to rush, huff, hush & puff
every single soul that can call themselves ARCHITECH
and we really wore it down the ever ticking clock

I owe it to them
Eureka's urban & DOTA players
noor
eddie
didi
farouk
nicky

because we pull everything in the thick & nick of time

so we got our first raya celebration
for the 4 years i have been here
and our 1st marhaban

from the pyro's studio, then oracle's, the strano's and last eureka's
chronicles have thesis crit so they didn't make it to deco their studio
but their cream puff were amazing~

& I am happy & truly proud
coz this event is succesful
not due to the committee
but to those who found space & time to join
in the eid celebration

what else joy can U give your president
than staying united
celebrating and dining
together and really have a good time

I don't care if I'm the best president or not
I don't want ALL architech to score 4 flat (gile ah.buat pe?!)
sleep in d studio guys~ I encourage it
(yet hide those sleeping stuff from the holy mighty noble "unit ruang")
be FREE
yet PROFESSIONAL
do Andrew Maynard or Ma Yansong

I juz want architech to be ARCHITECH
and tonite is what architech is all about
in certain aspects
though we will look how to improve from time to time

how we could express our creativity beyond the UTM & academic border
how our relationship with PAM can be mended
(hopeful that our Tranxxit contigent made up for Beyond Border's)
how we can discuss things other than archiweek & pregrad solely
and aware of critical issues such as our practical & measured drawing fees and costs


thanks architechs!~
for those who came n support the event
salam idulfitri,
forgive my sins & err
n be assured
yours has none in my heart

p/s; pics credit to topek and bakrihafizhisham

To a man entitled father

for which sake U are entitle so:

Its a bless
Its an honour
Its a gift from the King of all kings
It never ceased to be a burden unless u see it that way
a father is a man
and a man he is until he let down & go of his responsbilities
for which his sons and daughters
will learn from his back and his footsteps
or some as me
learn from the void that he leaves
makes us a better human
for me
a better MAN



in this holy eid

I can't forgave U
I never will
nor I will hate U
because where are u to be forgive?
or to be hated?

I learned from the spacious void U left
and though U left this family for good
it is no longer your concern
this family is mine
and mine it is
I'm not yet a father, yes;
but I'm a MAN.


for which u wife suffers, for your doings (and "hers", and your kins);
Believe me, in every power I have
my mother will never shed a single tear


for which my sister remembered u, vaguely and sadly (and have you ever remember this family?);
under me, she will look only for the future



This family lacks a member
But we are complete


Heavensake I knew U are happy with "her" and your kins
but on what foundation are those moments built?

this man, truly, didn't followed your mould,
this man, truly, is the grandson of d late HJ JAAMAN HJ DERANI
from every inch to every inch


Eid mubarrak
a reflecting one this year around




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remember when I say empathy makes a whole lots different than sympathy?then remember the orphans, the parents that loses their children, the misfortunes for where ever they are.


This post is not for gaining sympathy.nor empathy. it's just for the sake of reflecting oneself.

cheers. eid mubarrak friends. brothers. sisters. and in our rejoice remember there are those who are still fighting and struggling.

salam

dan aku membuku

Hari ini luka aku terbuka lagi.

Bukan luka hati, tetapi luka kaki.

Kerana semalam doktor memesankan; "cuci luka sehingga lembut". maka kerana aku arkitek, bukannya doktor, aku halakan sahaja air dari paip getah ke kaki aku. membuak - buak darah aku bila lukanya terpecah.

Minta teman sebilik hantarkan (dah lupa namanya, walhal baru pagi tadi menampal nama di depan pintu bilik hehe~ maaf roommate) ke pusat kesihatan, baru tahu cuci maksudnya rendam sahaja, lepas tu baru dituangkan ungu iodin. Maka sekali lagi aku ditahan hospital, tak kisah sebab yang jaga aku bukan jantan, manis pulak tu =)

tidur sehingga lewat ke kelas CAD. nasib baik sempat mempamerkan storyboard yang aku buat dalam 30 minit awal pagi tadi.

Dan kaki aku bukannya berjangkit, sahabat, cuma aku alah sahaja. datang lah bertanyakan kondisi aku, dari mendengar cerita kaki aku bernanah kerana aku tak basuh stoking, kepam kasut aku, walhal kan pelik kalau "croc" aku terserlah kakiku tersarung?

Mulut manusia bagai buluh ditiup angin, lain arusnya, lain alunnya, makin jauh makin bermacam siulnya.

Oh. dan benar aku sedang dilamun cinta. benar aku dalam perhubungan.

Tidak benar aku dan "dia" sedang bergaduh. bertitik titik untuk putus hubungan jauh sekali.

Cuma kami selesa kalau tak berkepit, tak perlu nak berkampung dalam kangkang 7 kaki x 7 kaki siang dan malam. jumpa bila kadar perlu, menjenguk bila rindu. kalau sudah jodoh tak ke mana, betul?

jadi simpankanlah cerita - cerita masam, kongsikan yang manis - manis.

Tahniah Kak Liza dan Azmin dari Prodigy, mendapat anggota keluarga yang baru. sedap dan manis nama Kasih Nasuha, sepadan dengan tuannya, semimik dengan bonda dan ayahandanya =) walaupun dah lama, saje je nk tulis dlm blog hehehe




Yahya bin Aktsam berkata: "Tukang fitnah itu lebih jahat dari tukang sihir sebab tukang fitnah dapat berbuat dalam sesaat apa yang tidak dilakukan oleh tukang sihir dalam satu bulan dan perbuatan tukang fitnah lebih bahaya dari perbuatan syaitan laknatullah sebab syaitan laknatullah hanya berbisik dan khayal bayangan tetapi tukang fitnah langsung berhadapan dan berbuat.

Dan Allah swt telah berfirman (berbunyi): "Hammalatal hathab. Ahli-ahli tafsir banyak yang mengertikan hathab itu fitnah/adu domba. Sebab fitnah itu bagaikan kayu untuk menyalakan api permusuhan dan peperangan."

tak kena ~ ahmad fetri

a song by my buddy ahmad fetri for multimedia nite.quite a talent ain't he?

mich hassen

i juz scroll some of my juniors blog. architects make exceptionally good bloggers =) and i'm stuck to this song "hate me" by blue october. thanks to bakri hafiz.

and super thanks to the eureka's, particularly bryan n the organizing commitee. the best ever cultural night since i'm here. yes, there are some improvement on the set ups, but the way they handle the event, the flow, the performance, by far they set a new standard for the architech community. i don't have the pics, but i'm sure buck do.
credit to ben & bah, n not to forget the pyro's as well. after all the initial probs ( postponement, the clash with isra' mikraj, the rumors of the fees), they pull it thru magnificently.

the only regret I have is unable to attend to the KAEDfest. well, we planned, but in the end its up to HIM.

we got the bazaarevo coming up, the archiweek with archileague on 9th & kitefest on 10th, UTM KL coming to town on 8th, the inter - courses mlm puisi on 27th and the finale of mlm multimedia on 28th. Godwill, everything will turn all right, InsyaALLAH.

some photos from the current site visit in JB. Just found up that u need to have a pro account if your photos exceed 200 in flickr.woha~













































































































































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on other issues, i am VICTORIOUS. just deleted my "AVG vault" folder. ALHAMDULILLAH. hopefully I wouldn't need those anymore.

special request

oil prices on red alert. inevitably other prices will follow suit. not to mention the fear of recession ~ everyone predicted it will happen after the Beijing Olympics.

and we cursed.we blame.we claim and pride on our so called civilized rights: the right NOT TO SUFFER.

only days ago, weeks, barely months; China hit by the worst tremor the world have ever witnessed. Nargis paraded through Myanmar. and I'm eager to ask: how many of us, graduates, pre-graduates, remember, or knew, of Nakba.

in the light of everyone-predicted-recession, understandably people are concern of their economy factor. I wouldn't blame them; yet you will see more of the future if your emphasize is not on, well, material.

it is your perception; the need for material, that droves you into this in the first place.

MONEY is WORLD, and WORLD is MONEY?

i'm not denying that yes, you need money, but i ponder; what is the magnitude of money by your moral and intellectual?

so the WORLD revolves around MONEY. in turn actually they revolve around U.S. and you, perhaps. perhaps if you play by their rules. why not create your own rules? your own culture? but certainly not your own religion.

what i'm saying is all this time most of us, for the best part in our life, didn't have our own culture to hold with, to be with. hedonism is like religion-sake for young uns, materialism and position, politics, is the air for us.

I want to be beautiful as her.

I wish I had a Ferrari

I need a 3G handphone

what stimulates one's mind to yearn for the above? instead if you took some time to learn from your surrounding, to empathy other people's sufferings instead of just sympathy, then you will understand, you are firm, you are relieved, you are YOU.

and thus, by learning, by thinking, by stopping a moment instead of chasing and imitating others, you BELIEVE more in HIM.

* for my dear muslims brothers & sisters, there's one post entitled "special request" in keretamayat.blogspot.com. in reference to what i'm initially trying to convey in this post. shift thru, please, help yourself.

* on other things, just finished the ELTC. and that disastrous cafe's ramp has been canceled out by our principal. relieved, ALHAMDULILLAH.

4 weeks

Alhamdulillah..it's been 4 weeks i'm doing practical training. i'm having my internship at W&W, where the environment suits me fine ~ no stringent office hour, dilbert-like community.
learn a lot, for that's what it is. currently we're all focusing on ELTC in negeri sembilan, in tender drawing phase, with sustainable-cum-deconstruction architecture style. I only got a chance to do 1 graphic presentation, which is a squash court for the upcoming SUKMA. some proposal and tenders on the table, notably this one mix development, still in design process. but all minds on the ELTC; due on 30th. i may don the cafe 3d (one which i was assigned to), but that depends after i get all the M&E, C&S, EPU and etc etc straight up. next week going back to UTM to check out on Eureka and their tranxxit preparation.

its a BUSY period, but it makes me alive.

avenge of PD

in my old blog, i narrated how some "trusted" friend left me for a "promised" trip to PD. its an old and hateful moment of my life, so i think there's no need to rewind.

anyway, I actually got the chance to do something CRAZY, although it's not with my batch (sorry oracles. but U know you're still in my heart. the question is is I'm in yours?). some of my juniors, which I treat, & feel like my own lil' sisters, haz n puteri, along with my ego-mosphic twin kay, my fav bully material; graphic exco ujang n comm exco yon, naz and anis juz thought of watching some midnight movies. but it turns out that there's no such thing as midnight movie on tuesday's night. so we huddle back, thinking of going to Danga bay. but we end up having our dinner (at 12!) at the dataran, feeding our gluttony with whatever there is; the steamboats, the kueh tiows's, the kerang's etc.

so back at the parking lot, after everyone transforms their belly to be bulging, me & ujang come out with "let's go crazy and enjoy ourselves at Genting!". but there's the dental appointment, the bus ticket, the dramas, so we end up going to Desaru instead.

still, it was short-thought of, unprepared, reckless; yet everyone was excited of it. so there we go, the 4 boys n 4 girls, a kembara and a brand new viva, to desaru.

the trip, a lil bit spooky as there's no street lamps once we were out of JB, where kay relishes the idea of trying to wreck haz's kembara with a mere 100 kmph; we endured foggy road, u can't help to think about "the fog" ( although it's a stupid movie.really), and we got stopped by by a roadblock. and we regret that we didn't have pics with them.

naz's fuel is running out, so luckily there's a petronas some 2/3 of the journey. we take some time to take pics. i'm sure the station manager think that we were some bunch of crazy kids, hopping around trying to make that "jumpy" photos.

we went to desaru, got lost in some turns here and there, and we were so pissed of that the parking fee at 4 a.m in the morning is rm10 per-head. so we turn our cars, and went to tanjung balau instead, some 6 km where we came from.

it was a relieve, a joy, to hear the sound of waves smashing the beaches at last. it's not like we've never been to a beach before, it's just that we've never done this before. so we went out, dilly dally in the dark, our feet scrubbing and stamping the sand. got 2 garbage bags as our mat (courtesy of haz), laying down, watching the stars above, got some zzz,; then we had a race (which eventually i turn out last among the guys), watch a couple making love at a pavilion behind us, n have a chat until subuh prayer. back from subuh prayer, we wait for the sun.

and it was memorable, it's not the sun, it's not the beach, but having been there without much of a thought, preparation, because you know you got your friends with you. indescribable.

we went back, all weary eyes, back to skudai, have to prepare for the buses that were going to take us home. accompany haz for her dental appointment.wash my dirty clothes.then i sleep, or should i say, i accidentally sleep, from the exhaustion, weariness, and yes people, excitement.

without doubt, I relished this one. really. honestly.

silence again

its the end of the sem; yet i'm doing other's part in my group for the housing subject. after this yet i'm going to print out my portfolio for the "HIVE" and the community center project. I just uploaded them on my FLICKR

the studio understandably feel lonesome and silent; tomorrow is the external examination, i got selected, but i wouldn't be around as I need to go back for my interview the day after. hopefully i'll get it thru. i'm just worried about what should i wear: probably just stick with my architech's polo shirt, my favourite jeans, and my RM5 shoe (yes people.its RM5. got it from carrefour alamanda).my expected salary, etc etc.



owh.first impressions. it matters, yes? it reminds me of the time when we had our debate competition at MRSM Balik Pulau. how I "bullied" back the opposition after they bullied kak zati. well, aizaan plays the bully part too.


and there's the Tranxxit, the Mawar gallery exhibition, the proposal to have a new room for architech's intellectual properties, on how the 4th and 2nd year students contemplate about their studio programmes. That 1 sem take off proposed by dr rashid in my 1st year seems inevitable. Probably i'll asks azrul and fetri to join me on a roadtrip after next sem. then try to have our studies oversea; apparently we're encouraged to do so after getting thru Part 1 or our 6th sem. keeping my finger crossed!

the HIVE

the hive is my major project this sem, a high end apartment designated in KL. KLCC to be exact, a hub of KL Urbanism.

the main idea is to stimulate interaction between the money-chaser high-end society. I explored the concept of honeycomb planning, cept that's its in vertical arrangement. by this, i put more units in a floor, and i create a communal hub for every 4 units, which also acts as a proper transition space from the corridor into their units unlike typical apartments; not to mention the layers of level before.they actually got to their level. its kinda like Charles Correa's Maharashta apartment fused up with the honeycomb housing scheme. and the family units itself are entwined with each other, so that they somewhat share a focal point inside of their own units. that's kinda head-breaking, but again, enjoyable.

Personally i enjoyed the programme, the idea itself, but i'm quite disappointed with the images, as I got really tight schedule, and my photoshop goes berserk at critical moments (its a shoddy 1 hour job.it kills my 3d models.f*ck!). and perhaps I should explore more, but I was really worried about UBBL n such. I learn a lot, that's what matter most.

p/s; the board were like sh*t. luckily i while presenting I sketches/scribble my idea along on the butterpaper i prepare specially for the presentatio. they like the idea, but gotta do something bout the board

portfolio is D-day?

great. my supposed to be great escapade after a tiring sem is decorated with my assignments (housing, research method, landscape). currently completing my studio report; not to forget my preparation for tranXXit, and my application for pratical training. this Wednesday there will be a meeting with the committee.

feel sorry for amrun (a friend. a GRAND one), keep YM me to asks bout the Terendak's Silver jubilee dinner. sorry arm, i'm full from top to bottom, within as well.

rite. so while i'm really frustated at my photoshop (which has been giving me probs n headache during my major submission) im having leeway with my blog.

tomorrow is the PORTFOLIO. and i enjoyed going to the eureka's (1st year) studio; its looks like its going to be a carnival. I, the upper years used to feel that excitement, but it sizzles out eventually.

why, why?
I dunno. perhaps because we knew what we did wouldn't be recognized? why upgrade our projects when we knew that for the past 10 years there's hardly been anyone who got their grades increased when they touch-up their projects? why should we color up the studio when eventually the panels walks in, a strong 20-minutes in there, then have a practically passive feedback session, move on to other studio, and calls it a day?

and there's this feeling where portfolio is the D-day. it goes when your name is called, it means "uh-oh".

it shouldn't be so, yet portfolio day make Jack the Ripper resembles like a teddy bear (for architecture students that is).

why should we emphasize on the student's mistakes? look here john, that's the 200th mistakes u've made.count them. yup, they make mistakes. we ALL do. that's why we are still learning. but why not we discuss their growth and maturity? I mean, for the past 6 sems, i never heard any of the panel said ok guys. it seems u learn something from last sem.BRAVO!.
and the panels kept asking "any comments?" with a strong 20 something lecturers looking, watching. is it comfortable to give comments in that kind of environment?

i understand the need to prepare the students for the INDUSTRY need. hold on; we're not in the varsity to learn A & B, trained ourselves again and again and just fill in the holes. we're here to LEARN to be human in specialized skills, which hopefully, benefits the society, leads the community, etc.
certainly ENGLISH READING subject wouldn't help. for the past 15 years we learn English, yet you deemed we still need to learn them?
why not teach us PHILOSOPHY? really, i think most of the undergraduates never heard of Eugene Raskin or Edward de Bono.

and really, change the perception that portfolio review day is the D-day, its supposed to be a celebration day

meliuk fikiran, mengintai hadapan

dari saudara ridhuan;

Jumaat lepas Persatuan Mahasiswa Islam universiti saya bingkas dan lantas mengumpulkan petisyen mengkritik wilder dan Fitna (kalau anda tidak kenal nama ini maka seeloknya mulakanlah tabiat membaca akhbar dan media massa yang bermanfaat).

Tidak lama dahulu (belum sampai sedekad pun) Denmark mengejutkan dunia Islam dengan karikatur dan mainan yang nyata mencemar kesucian Islam.
Kita tegas menghentam mereka kembali; tapi nyata sebenarnya kita tidak ambil pengajaran SEBENAR yang TERSIRAT.
sepertimana DR M dahulu mengajak UN berfikir kenapa wujudnya ekstremis Islam, sepertimana itulah kita harus menjenguk sebentar; apa yang membuatkan dunia benci kepada Islam?

saya menyokong KEBEBASAN ANTARABANGSA?

bukan kebebasan itu yang saudara/i agungkan di dalam negara Islam Hadhari? muslimah tidak pakai tudung itu tiada apa-apa; itu hak manusia merdeka; hatta tiap kali cerdik pandai MAHASISWA/I (bakal pemimpin negara) menganjurkan malam akhir tahun, grand dinner, etc, semuanya menunjukkan "keindahan" ciptaan tuhan. bukit bukau dan lurah yang.....faham-faham sendiri.

OH. tidak memakai kad matrik itu kesalahan tatatertib universiti; saman RM 50.
maaf tuan.eh? yang berjalan di depan tuan pengawal keselamatan yang mulia itu siapa namanya? kak amy?
kak amy atau zulhaimi si anu bin si anu?
oh? dia wakil tarian cha-cha universiti kita? HEBAT!

hampir tersimpang jauh; tapi isinya, untuk kita lumurkan ke muka kita, tanam ke dalam minda kita; apa yang sudah kita buat untuk mengajak dunia lihat INDAHNYA ISLAM? AMANNYA ISLAM? BENARNYA ISLAM?

benar. saya pun banyak buat dosa juga. tapi mula dari kesedaran itulah kita bertitik tolak untuk merubah kepada yang lebih baik.

eloknya selain daripada layan american idol ataupun akademi fantasia, mulakanlah membaca intipati yang bermanfaat. bermacam wacana; saya sarankan satu, blog daripada Faisal tehrani, satu lagi daripada keretamayat.blogspot.com.di bawah ini satu luahan intelektual yang pernah saya postkan dalam blog lama saya dahulu, dari pahrul mohd juni.

mereka pun bukannya bagus sangat; tapi kan seronok kita mendengar pandangan dan kiasan orang lain, berfikir dan berbincang; dari sekadar mendengar suara sumbang,bersorak, menghabiskan ekonomi sms kita memastikan idola kita menang?

tak pernah sekalipun aznil berbicara pasal kartun dari denmark. tak pernah sekalipun ac mizal kecoh pasal wilder.

siapa wilder? =) masyaALLAH.

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MARAH KERANA CINTA, BUKAN KERANA BENCI?

lt;O>
Oleh: Pahrol Mohamad Juni

Saya masih ingat sikap `unik' (aneh)
sesetengah orang-orang tua kampung
dulu-dulu. Ruang di bawah rumah mereka
selalunya diperuntukkan untuk
meletakkan barang usang yang `kurang'
atau tidak perlu. Selalunya botol-
botol, tin-tin atau papan-papan buruk.
Entah kenapa semua itu tidak dibuang.
Hanya di letakkan begitu sahaja.
Diguna tidak, dibuang pun tidak.
Peliknya, apabila barang-barang
`antik' itu hendak diambil oleh orang
lain, cepat-cepat pula mereka
melarangnya. Tak boleh ?nak guna,
sayang, dan macam-macam alasan.
Itulah sebuah analogi yang terlintas
di fikiran bila saya ditanya tentang
kemarahan umat Islam terhadap
penyiaran karikatur menghina nabi
Muhammad s.a.w oleh akhbar-akhbar
Eropah khususnya Denmark.
"Encik tidak marah?" tanya seorang
siswa sehabis sahaja majlis diskusi
tentang topik berkenaan.
"Marah," akui saya perlahan.
"Tak cukup begitu sahaja. Esok kita
berarak, bakar bendera Denmark!"
Saya senyum.
"Kita ada cara yang lebih baik. Ada
senjata yang lebih hebat. Doa," balas
saya.
"Kita kena tunjuk kemarahan kepada
mereka yang menghina Rasul."
"Menunjukkan kecintaan kepada Rasul
lebih utama."
"Marah itulah tanda kecintaan kita?#34;
"Betul. Tetapi membuktikan kecintaan
dengan mengamalkan sunnahnya jauh
lebih utama."
"Encik takut?"
Saya renung matanya.
"Mengamalkan sunnah Rasul memerlukan
lebih keberanian?Tentangannya lebih
hebat. Bahkan daripada orang Islam
sendiri," tusuk saya perlahan.
"Kita bakar bendera mereka!"
"Kita `bakar' cara hidup mereka. Itu
lebih relevan."
Giliran dia pula yang diam. Mungkin
siswa yang `terbakar' ini mula
mengunyah maksud kiasan saya.
Lalu saya ceritakan analogi awal tadi.
Alhamdulillah, dia mendengar teliti.
"Kita dengan sunnah, seperti orang tua-
tua dahulu dengan barang-barang usang
di bawah rumah. Nak digunakan tidak,
nak dijunjung jauh sekali, tetapi bila
ada orang lain nak mengambilnya,
barulah heboh konon nak digunakan."
"Bagaimana kita hendak tunjukkan
perasaan marah?"
"Demontrasi depan manusia. Depan
Allah, kita berdoa. Kita muhasabah,
sejauh mana kecintaan kita kepada
Rasul-Nya. Mungkin provokasi Barat
membawa pengajaran tersirat."
"Pengajaran tersirat?"
"Ya, tersirat dari Allah?agar kita
menilai semula benar-benarkah kita
mencintai sunnah Rasul-Nya selama
ini."
"Kemarahan ummah inilah buktinya,"
ujarnya bersemangat.
"Kemarahan cuma bermusim. Hanya luapan
sentimen berkala. Namun kegigihan,
kebijaksanaan, perancangan dan
ketabahan jangka panjang amat perlu."
"Maksud encik?"
Jelas dia terpancing dengan kilasan
dan kiasan kata-kata.
"Jangka panjang, sudahkah kita
mendidik generasi muda mencintai Rasul
dan keluarganya? Saya risau generasi
muda yang mabuk hedonisme kini tidak
akan punya kemarahan yang sama seperti
yang saudara alami."
"Saya ada kawan-kawan sebaya yang
hidupnya lintang pukang, tapi masih
marah bila Rasulullullah
dipersendakan. Mereka akan turut
berarak esok!"
"Hidup lintang-pukang? Macam mana tu?"
tanya saya minta kepastian.
"Rock habis. Sembahyang tidak. Bergaul
bebas biasalah?tapi cinta mereka
terhadap Rasul tak luntur."
"Ajak mereka sembahyang dulu. Tak
berarak pun tak apa. Cinta dulu, marah
kemudian. Bila ada cinta, pasti ada
marah bila kecintaan dicela. Tapi
kalau marah saja, belum tentu ada
cinta?"
Dia diam lagi. Kali ini diamnya lebih
panjang.
"Agaknya orang tua tu marah tak kalau
kita ambil barang-barang berharga di
atas rumah?" tanyanya tiba-tiba.
"Orang tua mana?" tanya saya semula.
Hairan.
"Orang tua dalam analogi encik tadi
itulah!"
"Soalan tu kurang umph," gurau saya.
"Habis soalan apa yang umph?"
"Agaknya orang berani tak hendak minta
barang di atas rumah? Berbanding
barang usang di bawah rumah?" balas
saya.
Termenung lagi dia. Seronok rasanya
`membimbing' siswa ini berfikir.
Terimbau luapan semangat saya sewaktu
di kampus dulu. Beginilah pola
berfikir saya. .
Tiba-tiba dia bersuara, "tentu tak
berani,kerana barang di atas rumah
tentu lebih berharga."
"Begitulah sunnah, jika dihayati,
diamalkan dan diperjuangkan. Ia nampak
sangat berharga di tangan pencintanya.
Musuh tak kan berani mengusiknya,
apalagi nak menghinanya?#34;
"Encik ni, tak sangka ke situ pula
kiasannya."
"Kita orang Islam mesti menghormati
diri sendiri terlebih dahulu, barulah
orang lain akan menghargai kita.
Justeru, jika kita marahkan musuh yang
mengecam Rasul, marahkanlah juga diri
kita yang tidak benar-benar
mencintainya!"
"Dan?bukti cinta amalkan sunnah Rasul.
Itulah cara paling berkesan
mempamerkan `kemarahan' kepada musuh-
musuh yang menghinanya."
Alhamdulillah, saya yakin, kini
marahnya kerana cinta bukan kerana
benci. Dominasi cintakan Rasul bukan
emosi bencikan musuhnya.

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Alangkah indahnya kalau komitmen PMI terhadap fitna (yang pastinya umpama membaling batu ke dalam laut) sama seperti mengajak kawan - kawan kita ke masjid, berkias dengan muslimah kita bahawa tudung itu perhiasan yang paling mulia, dan mengubah "pink club" itu kepada club macho atau sebagainya. WALLAHUALAM.

a bit lapse

the Design editors editorial board.wonder when will the portfolio makes it debut?

YTL developer office

the proposed YTL developer office in taman university. the idea is to manifest the preservation of the greeness of the site, against the contextual bore and hard of the solid concrete buildings.model sketchup, rendered 100% photoshop.

seekor manusia, seorang monyet

seekor manusia seorang monyet. bagi sesiapa yang meminati sastera pasti pernah mendengar tajuk cerpen ini, terbitan Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka suatu masa dahulu.

bermula dengan seorang ibu muda, membawa anak luar nikahnya; dalam sulit, keliru, bimbang dan risau membalun hati.patutkah anak itu dipelihara, diserahkan kepada orang lain, atau dibiar sahaja mati di tepi tong sampah? tong sampah bagai 'port' menanggung nyawa yang tidak berdosa, ironinya hasil dari maksiat, dosa dan mungkar orang yang membawanya ke dunia, sedar ataupun tidak. Maka hutan rimba dipilih sebagai destinasi baru, biarkan anak itu mati lemas belajar berenang di sungai deras.

Tapi waktu ibu muda ini berkira - kira sedemikian, terdengar sebuah bunyi deburan air, suara hikuk - pikuk nyaring yang bukan manusia.seekor anak monyet terkapai - kapai, ibunya melompat - lompat, meneriak bertempik, tapi kerana ia SEEKOR MONYET, maka ia TIADA AKAL baginya mencari jalan menyelamatkan anaknya dari hadaman air yang deras.

TAPI..seekor monyet itulah yang terjun membabi-buta, sanggup memperjudikan nyawa demi anaknya.monyet yang tiada akal, tiada maruah, tapi membuat perkara yang nyata bertentangan dengan apa yang ibu muda tadi bakal lakukan.

SEORANG ibu menyelamatkan anaknya, SEEKOR ibu hendak melepaskan anaknya. dalam hal ini, siapa yang bermaruah? si 'seekor' atau si 'seorang' ?

saya ini anti-perempuan?menolak kesalahan kepada perempuan?tidak faham kesulitan ibu muda tadi? semuanya salah LELAKI bukan? =)

persoalan pertama: apa dosa anak tersebut?
persoalan kedua: mengapa akal tidak dimanfaatkan ketika nafsu berkias - kias
meminta, meraih, melaung keinginan diri?
persoalan ketiga:lihat sekeliling, mana 'seekor', mana 'seorang' di kalangan kita?

tiada kaitan lelaki dengan perempuan. tetapi saya berminat dengan isu ini, kerana anak itu harta seorang ibu..hatta kalaupun teman lelaki itu lebih dahsyat dari binatang sekalipun, ibu muda tadi masih ada kuasa (women power; ayat kebanggaan wanita moden) untuk mengelak diri dari menjadi 'seekor' manusia. tersilap langkah pertama, tak bermaksud kita kena teruskan langkah yang silap itu untuk selama - lamanya. anak itu anugerah TUHAN, kenapa hendak dibuang anugerah-NYA? takut dicaci dihina manusia, tak sehebat dosa membunuh nyawa yang kudus dan tak berdosa. lihat perkara ini dari perspektif lain: membela anak itu, mendidiknya dengan baik, menuntunnya dengan hemat, mungkin mencuci likat pekat di hati kita..INSYA-ALLAH.ingat, hak seorang lelaki itu adalah isterinya, hak seorang wanita itu adalah anaknya.

lelaki tak terselamat...kita lebih dahsyat jika kita mengabaikan terus kedua - duanya: si ibu dan si anak, haram atau halal (YA. ada orang kahwin tetapi mengabaikan anak isteri mereka, mencari 'seekor' manusia yang lain)..jika kita berbuat demikian, maka kita bukan 'seorang' mahupun 'seekor'.

saya bukannya baik.bukan alim.sama sahaja seperti ahmad,abu dan amin di seberang kampung sana itu.malah saya ini LICIK. =) dan senang saya menyatakan saya SUKA MEMPROVOKASI PEMIKIRAN orang.kenapa? suka-suka.seronok. itu hiburan peribadi saya. tapi kan segar rasanya, bila bertrillion sel dalam otak kita dicucuk-cucuk, menilai mana yang khilaf, mana yang hak, bermoral ataupun tidak?

jadi kalau saya terlanjur kata, terlanjak sempadan, maafkan saya, tegurlah saya, bimbinglah saya. saya ini MANUSIA.sekarang ini SEORANG, dan harapnya sampai mati, saya ini masih SEORANG MANUSIA =)

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yesterday i went to KAED (Kulliyah of Architecture & Enviromental Design) fest at UIAM. And i had this book for $25, "the impressionist" by Hairi Kunzru.and not so long ago i spend another $20 on HM Tuah's new novel,"kau di hatiku".yet Harry Potter last edition, "Deathly Hallows" was sold for $70+/-, at hypermarkets actually. Now more and more books are easily available, it just a matter of logic fact when teenagers would swap manga and entertainment mags for thick novels. If not Sidney Shieldon or Jeffery Archer, or John Grisham, or Robert Ludlum, then perharps Roald Dahl or C.S. Lewis.but please not ahadiat akashah.it's just too lovey dovey.i'm not against entertainment (hey, im an avid fan of manga,anime, Neil gaiman, katsuya Terada and Mike Mignola; just to name a few), but don't you think that our brains longed for something somewhat challenging sometimes.

If you're a mischief-maker and cunning like me, "the Impressionist" is a sure ecstassy. on the other hand, if you're a muslim especially, and seeks motivation, HM Tuah Iskandar's never failed you.SERIOUSLY.

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in the wake of FAM's crisis, there were so many comments and criticisms. each has their own rights and wrong. but i can't help myself to point out what Kathirasen (New Sunday Times, 22th JULY 2007) had to say about it. it was amusing, but at the same time, shed some lights to what had been revolving around us.help yourself.

after measured

at long last measured was finish.great! but of course we had problems acquiring infos bout the cute lil' wooden railway station..as it stands, it was a "little" railway station, so presumebly, yes; who cares to keep any record bout it? but then as it turns out nobody knew what happen to the micrphone that d late tunku abd rahman used at the merdeka stadium, (hey.that mic gets d privilege of being used to announce "Merdeka!" 7 times), and have anyone know anything bout the true document scroll of independence?

we cover sentul's, batu village's, batu caves and port kelang, but what happen to the other stations? yes, the double track is a marvellous idea (well, i don't put much thought into it) but before we tore down the 'old' stations, how much record do we keep bout them? if there is any anyway.

Truth is we SUCKS at keeping records and keeping tabs..thank god we have measured drawing.kudos to KALAM (KAJIAN ALAM BINA MELAYU). people seem to forget that architecture is not women's towel..you don't juz throw them out when u're finished with it (SORRY gurlsZ)..yes; they're old, they can't be used, but you can alwiz STUDY from it; their history, arts, EMOTIONS (buildings, not women's towel, mind you) before you tore it down for immortal christened "development"..the same which applies to our studies in design.That's why we have portfolios.yes.our drawing sucks so bad when we're in first year but it was a testimonial of how we develop all this time. Leonardo da Vinci didn't paint Mona Lisa when he's 6 years old for god sake; so what's the shame of keeping our sketches, drawings etc?

and all hail Yong Tong Lee..a great developer, where yes Sentul East and the KLpac was marvellous indeed.but when u hear stories from a fat old man how he misses the good old time, u can't help wondering..are we moving too fast? development is a must, important, no denying it; but have we treated it the best way, balancing and uphelding emotions and MORALITY the whole way?

to you then, MR & MRS ARCHITECTS

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