Social Visit

December 17, 2009 at 5:45 am (Event, gayong)

The idea of having a social visit to my masters’ place was worth it considering that I did nothing great at home. In addition, knowing the fact that my practicum allowance was already being paid added my determination to go for the tour. At first, we planned to head to Ipoh to Cg. Amin’s place. However, the freehand course that we knew was postponed to a new date which will be informed later.

With Cikgu Awang.. The first training session before the training for the higher grades. We couldn’t join because we are not registered under ADMA yet. huhuhu..

Therefore, Adi has suggested us to go to Gurun, visiting Cikgu Awang. That night, the ADMA training was on. It was quite amusing to see how silat was practiced in quite a modern way. The module that was introduced to the trainee was a complete package containing the training of speed, stamina, techniques and power. The tight family bond among  the members could also be seen. Although Cikgu Awang was just observing the training from the far side, he was actually the masterpiece behind all of the learning that took place.

Chilling around for supper. huhuhu

Later, we went to Pak Ngah Izahar’s place. Going to Perak would never be complete without visiting Batu Kurau. Learning directly from Pak Ngah was a great fun. The pain that we had to endure taught us a lot. At the end of the day, my fragile muscles could not take it anymore. Perhaps I need to save the fun that we have in the next visit.. huhuhu

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29 years later.

December 14, 2009 at 6:40 pm (Event, Family, education)

It is late but better late than never. Nowadays my weekend is full with activity. I cannot reveal what I did or will do. It is not good airing my affair to public. The worse case scenario, I will get whacked. The least it will set up a bad example to another capo. Godfather anyone?

You must admit 29 years is relatively a very long time. I myself don’t know whether I will survive this present and live another 29 years let alone to have what they have, to achieve what they achieved. It is an impossible mission. I didn’t write this post to showing off that my parent is better than other but just to show some appreciation to them after what they have done to us. I think most of us will say only a good thing about our parent. Actually I write this entry because my sibling put gun on my head forcing me to write something. I will present to you 3 stories/situation that is enough to keep you up all night. Maybe next anniversary I will write another story, save the best for the last?

Once I have been thrown out from the house by Haji Lazim because I didn’t want to learn Quran that night. I slept in front of the door outside the house in the dark until my mother opened the door and bring me to the bad. I didn’t hold grudge or anything but I thank them. If they didn’t do that, maybe today I will be a man who didn’t know how to recite the Holy Book. Once I told the story to Mat Ajik and Che No to tease them. I am just wanted to show of how tough I am during my kid day compare to them although it was nothing. I kept saying that they are spoil kids. My mother heard that confrontation and told my father what I said. The day after my father came to me and said something short but heavy and will always stay in my head. He said that he didn’t have a have a proper education so that is the only way that he knows how to make me what I am today. Stab in the chest? I say yes. I felt like putting my face in toilet bowl and ask Azil Hj Nawawi to flush it 10 times.

After SPM I spent a lot of my times with Hj Lazim. I followed him riding his lorry to do our family business. Many things I learned from him in those range of time. I am very sure, those lessons cannot be learned at school. How to deal with old people is very important lesson that I learn from him during that time. He school me directly by saying how, when what usw. Indirectly I just observed his action. This day I will say it is easier for me to win the old people heart rather than their daughter. I am not that good in dealing with women. Maybe that is one of important skill that Haji Lazim didn’t teach me, poor me. If he taught me that lesson, I will be the biggest playboy on earth. Maybe the other sibling gets that skill. If yes please share with me.

One of the best memories with Hjh Zainab was riding the legendary ayam bapak with her. That morning I was still asleep. She woke me up and asked me to send her to her work place. I said to her the only ride that I can offer was the old Vespa. She said of cause if not she wouldn’t ask me. I though she was kidding. I ask her where other rides are. She said none of them are at home. The problem is the Ayam bapak is still in the making, so it my not work properly. Maybe the machine will broke down on the way to her work place. I explained that to her. She didn’t care. So I started the Vespa and twisted the gas so my mother will arrive on time. After reaching the Pulau belanga junction, the engine stopped just like I expected. I pushed the bike on the side of the road and kept trying to start the engine. Every person who passed the junction watched us. It was like P Ramlee and Saloma sweating under the sun. After approximately 10 minutes trying hard to start that machine, a car stopped. It was my mom’s collogue who was headed to the same destination. My mom asked me whether I will be okay to be left alone. I said I will be fine and will call my father after this. My mother left. I kept trying and then the engine started. I ridded the Vespa back to the house. My point is women in that position still doesn’t care to ride a 1930 bike. That is what we call humbleness that I kept trying hard to make it run in my blood but didn’t succeed.

To be what we are today, one cannot speak loudly that we are the one who work hard to achieve that. Unless you are brought up by wolf, family plays a big influence in your life so you can be what you are. If I and my sibling didn’t turn up to be the perfect son or daughter, it is our part to be blamed. It is not them, it is us. We cannot point our finger to them and ask for more. Our parent already gives everything in their power to make us a good people. Frankly speaking, they already have a good answer when the day they meet their Maker comes.

The conclusion is if one of us on the verge to be anak derhaka, please put a great slap on those ungrateful face and don’t just be ignorance sibling that only mind their own business.

p/s: I never read those novels. It only just for precaution. If girls come to my house, hopefully they will be amazed how intelligent am I because of those novels. Too bad they never show up.

Hafzan Lazim

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happy 29th anniversary, dear abah and maa!

December 12, 2009 at 1:56 am (Uncategorized)

Happy anniversary to our Hero as well as the Queen of our hearts!

“And among His signs, is this that He created for you mates from among you that you may dwell in tranquillity with them. And, He has put love and mercy between your hearts. Verily in that are signs for those who ponder.” (30:21)

Overwhelming Love,

Apih, Atie, Peje, Paih, Nor, Ajik, Apik and Ariff.


opps gambar adalah hiasan semata2(atau mungkin sbb she’s the most dearest to all) and oh gazillion times better than a picture of leech :p

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Leech

December 7, 2009 at 12:06 pm (Dakwah, Motivation, animal, nature)

Dear Paih,

How do you fell after being bitten by a leech? I hope you can endure the small test given to you.

Burp.. said the nearly full leech.. alhamdulillah..

Let bygone be bygone. It is written even before we were born. Monday the December 7th 2009, at 4.30 pm, 133 ml (example) of Mohd Faiz’s blood is sucked by a leech. The leach is then caught and …(not suitable to be viewed to all age and certain level of maturity)….. Full stop.

There is no need for you to be too emotional and depressed over it. There should be no trauma (you went hysteria), revenge cases (whenever you see leech, feel like you kill it), cursing the innocent animal (playing God like you are the one who creates it) or many more possibilities.

The leeches are just doing their job as a predator, assigned by their Boss, without any hesitation. To be specific, their job is to suck blood, some like Dracula. What’s the big deal?

Same to you, you need to do your job, in this case protecting ourselves from get bitten even the chances of not getting the shot is just 10% if you go to the backyard of my house. Huhuhu.. To gain some fruits, you need to sacrifice some blood. No pain no gain- easy stuff.

Your faithfully,

Your Mute Monologue.

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Silat dillema

December 7, 2009 at 11:10 am (silat)

Go and learn silat from your teacher or anybody expert in the field. In silat, there are a lot to learn. Believe me, the more you know, the more you feel you do not know. Learn from them until they surrender, not you. There will be a lot of excuses if you are not interested in learning but if you do love to gain knowledge and skills of warriors nobody can stop you. When will you start if not now? Where will it be if it is here? Who will do it if it is not you? If you find the opportunity then grab it. It will not come twice.

This message is especially related to the school of rare and nearly extinct like the one that my little brother used to learn, Silat Sekebun Bunga. The Grandmaster is not like in his young age anymore. Not many learn the silat as it non-commercial type of silat school. I bet if a student with a good manner and attitude approach him, the student will gain something valuable from him. It is something that can’t be bought elsewhere. And if the student constantly approached him, a lot more secret can be learned. What if something happen to the teacher before he can pass down his heritage? The knowledge will be buried along with the person.

There are many name and unnamed silat out there; both are excellent if they are good schools with great teachers. But be careful, some are diamonds and some are just merely glasses. Some are art of storytelling and some are the full with philosophy, some are nothing but practical and some will lead you to recognise yourself better. The combination of all of those is much preferred.

Although there are a lot of written syllabuses need to be covered, there are lots more out of the book/record that are invisible. Learn both the syllabuses and the secrets. Gardeners will not give flowers to monkeys. They will not give the flowers to babies either. Even if the monkeys and babies want it, perhaps they will give the fake one, or at most, they will get nothing but just the smell of it. The gardener will just give it to the right person, at the right time, with the right dose. So, be patient for a bit. The teacher has nothing to lose but we are the one who are in great lost, losing without even going to the real battle.

Along the way, take the positive values and learn from the mistakes that we have seen. For learners, put aside the politic part. Our job is just to collect the valuables that we found. Save it nicely in the book, hard disk and the heart, because everything that we have comes with responsible. But be careful, soon enough, we will have to take the responsibility of everything that we have learned. Pass it down to the next generation because it is not our belonging, it indeed our responsible.

A wise man once said to me that people who are not really good at the thing that they are learning will usually stay long in the field that they are in. People who learn fast would usually not that passionate because they feel that they learn fast and they can survive with what they have. Another wise person confirms it as he recalls many of his so called ‘great’ students had disappeared without any trace.

The inconsistency attitude needs to be changed.  The wrong perception need to be corrected. The paradigm needs to shift. Or the schools of silat will neither be alive nor dead. It is afraid that soon enough, there will be nothing to be taught except for the basic punching and kicking left and right.

I am just passing some part of messages from a teacher of mine. huhuhu

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Children song

December 6, 2009 at 8:18 pm (Event, Family)

Title: Bapaku Pulang (revised version)

Bapaku pulang ke kota
Tok Bah ku pujuk beli kereta
Kereta kecil warna warni
Akan ku bawa keliling rumah

Ponponponponpon ponpon ponpon
Kereta kecil ku berbunyi
Marilah adik mari naik
Boleh ku bawa jumpa Tok Mek

The boys have followed their uncle’s lame hairstyle.. huhuhu

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God is great

December 4, 2009 at 2:35 am (Event, education)

A few hundred years before century, even before dinosaurs appeared, I had given Ajik an assignment in order to make him jot something in this blog. It was to prepare him for the exam that he is currently undergone right now as well. It is like killing to birds with one stone. But habuk pun tarak come out of him… huhuhu..

The assignment was like this: I took him to the Kedai Nak at Wakaf Zin. I gave him my camera and I asked him to shoot as many picture as he wanted and I ordered invited him to write something from them so that it can be shared to the whole world. However, he was still struggling with his confidence sharing his writing to the public. How unfortunate for him having a cruel brother like me.. huhuhu

However, that isn’t what I want to share.

Or is it just my illusion?

I just want to share a picture which indicate how handsome God is. He can even write His name by using the cloud.. I couldn’t patiently wait for Ajik to publish the story of Kedai Nab anymore, therefore I publish the picture for now.. huhuhu

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boy.

December 3, 2009 at 9:10 pm (Family)

I wish I was a boy once more.

Hafzan Lazim.

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The Rose

December 2, 2009 at 2:10 pm (education)

When I did some cleaning in my room, I found a poem (a lyric) that I had encountered during my foundation years.. Reading the song, I think that it has actually given a big slap on my face.. dang.. huhuhu

The Rose (by Bette Midler)

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it’s only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin’ that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.

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Yin & Yang

December 1, 2009 at 5:27 pm (Uncategorized)

My Grandparents has got a pair of newborn kitten, which I proposed the name of the kittens as Yin and Yang.. Yin and Yang are not as fluffy as the evil cat in Cinderella tale, but they are more than enough cute and fluffy to charm Cik and Mek’s heart. The partner want to keep them in the house.

Yin on the right and Yang on the left.. i like..

The mother of the kittens was taken from Cik’s nephew, Pak Cik Ashaari. Cik told me that the cat has run away from the house two times. Maybe it is tough to live in the house by eating just plain fish mixed with rice.. Maybe she wants to eat Friskies once in a while. She needs to depend on her catch if she wants to survive. Sometimes she gets rat, mice, lizard and if she is lucky, she might get snake. Therefore she went away but maybe she found out that the real world is worst than the hell in Cik’s house.. huhuhu

According to Cik, the cat behaved really well the third time she went back home.  She turned up to eat the meals on time and acted politely to the family. Therefore Cik suspected that something has happened to the cat. After  went through some intense investigation, he found out that the cat has got a pair of kitten, Yin and Yang.

The bad news was that the cat was extremely defensive towards her kitten. We had to use a broom to chase her away before we could have a look at the kittens. To my surprise, both of them were nothing like the normal kitten. They were  like cubs in The Lion King movie; Simba and Nala.. huhuhu.. both were adorable yet fearsome.. The showed their tooth and claws along with hissing sound, scary.. We managed to touch them after trying for a while… huhuhu

P/s: There are a lot of things that we can learn from the creation of cat.. The way they protect their kitten, the way they fight, they way they exercise, the way the catch their victim, they way they fall, the way they play and many more.. if we care to observe and think..

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Yin & Yang

Good and Bad,
Angle and Evil,
True and False,
Bright and Dark,
White and Black,
Heaven and Hell,
Sweet and Bitter,
Wide and Narrow,
Positive and Negative.

We are human,
Yin and Yang are in us,

We choose.

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Birthday lagi?

November 28, 2009 at 8:48 am (Uncategorized)

As a date tracker of this family, I announce that yay Ajik is turning 18 year old!

nice skin contrast of Haziq and Ariff haha

Jeng jeng jeng. May Allah shower you with happiness and also bless you. Ameen. Birthday gift? Oh ask your handsome brotherS because I already gave them money courage and support to buy you a so-called-grown-up-man gift. and all the best for the next 6 SPM papers!

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The Spirit of Eid

November 27, 2009 at 5:57 pm (Uncategorized)

The big family gathering..

The sacret event that we have today run pretty smooth.. Everything worked perfectly fine. Alhamdulillah, the eating nothing except for meat session started even before 11.00 p.m. The  formal one started just after that.. huhuhu..

Killing two birds with one stone.. huuu

Although some parts of the family were missing, we still felt that they were already there. Abah’s knife and my toy sent by Abe Je have performed above our expectation.. huhuhu.. Abah is thinking of ordering another knife while I am planning on making a proper attire to my toy. huhuhu

Che Nor’s plates were everywhere in the house, starting their duty early in the morning for the breakfast until late at night.. If washing them could make the plate thinner, they would all have been gone by now.. huhuhu

Happy Eid to all..

More pictures (here)

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If you do something, do it with full heart. Start with pure heart and good intention, finish it with generousity. Put away the differences between us. Throw away all the negative deeds. Let’s learn from Siti Hajar rahimahallaha ‘anha’s example.. May God bless all of us..

That was small part of the messege from Kelantan Prince read by the Imam after the Jumaat prayer. It was written on a big yellow scroll.. Cool isn’t it? huhuhu.. Hail the prince..

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Teacher thing.

November 20, 2009 at 12:32 am (Event, Family, education)

This entry I dedicate to my brother, Mat Paih. Finally he finished his Degree in teacher thing, after God know how long wasting time, energy and money for overpriced education. Congratulation, way to go my Brother!!!!!

Knowing Mat Paih since he was a kid, nobody expect him to be a teacher. Given his history of hot blood and stuff, you can’t blame us. Go and ask anybody, at first they will say; “Mat Paih nak jadi cikgu?” But I guess he made a right decision. He seems to enjoy his life as a student and I am optimist that he will enjoy his life as a teacher. I know he will be a great teacher dan akan berbakti kepada agama, bangsa dan Negara.

After drown himself in his teacher thing, he transformed. He changed from bad temper person to another cool and calm person. Some said the devil inside him is being put to bed for good. I am sure we will never see that devil again. I hope you guys don’t be stupid enough to wake the devil up. I am not sure whether this teacher thing or silat thing or some girls that he always hides from us change him. (If there is one, thanks to you. My mother will be proud to make you her daughter in law.) Maybe the bad story about us when we were kid doesn’t really count.

For good reason, it is weird for me to hear many good stories about him from my informers. The best story was about dozen of kids surrounded him during hari raya celebration in my Grandma house because they wanted to see him performed magic tricks. Maybe right now he is the best uncle because the real great uncle is still here in Germany. I know the Hails always wish I was there.

Oh my God!!!!! My kitchen is burning. Read: I have just finished download movie and got to watch it now. My conclusion, to all ladies out there, Mat Paih is good to go. Whoever you are, you got my blessing. Tie him up, ring is pretty cheap nowadays. Remember you will not find good guy like me him any time soon or anywhere near.


Hafzan Lazim.

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2:1 Wohaa

November 18, 2009 at 6:54 pm (Event, education)

The result for all the sweat and blood that I have spilled in these nearly six years Bachelor of Education, Teaching English as a Second Language (BEd TESL) course has been out. Alhamdulillah, I manage to get a-so-lala result although it was actually just on the border line. In term of numbers or grades, I get Second Class Honours, Upper Division… Wohaaa!! Only God knows how happy I am right now. Alhamdulillah.. huhuhu

Zalen, in the making.. huhuhu

I would like to thank these people for giving me the assistance in reaching the star.. huhuhu

IPBA, Dr Sofi, Pn. Junainah, Miss Kon, Mdm Ooi, Mdm Tan Aig Bee, Mr Tan, Pn Laila Hairani, Dr Lawrence, Dr Rajagopal, Mr Gunalingam, Dr Chong, Dr Premalatha, Dr Boon, En Razak, Dr Suraya, Miss Eng Li Kit, Mr Baharudin, Mdm Caroline, Mdm Sharmini, Pn Satinah, Cik Hendon, Ustazah Qamariah, Ustaz Asri, Ustaz Fauzan, Pn Normadiah, Dr Nik Asiah, Mdm Elizabirth, Pn Noriah, Cik Hayati, Pn T. Gewa, Pn Shahida, Pn Lidiawati, Pn Hamidah, En Ramlan, En Aslam, En Tahir, Ustaz Ismail, En Razi, Abg Razman, Pak Lang, Pak Ngah, Tuan Habib, Dr Seman, Pn Zuraiyah, Pn Zuraidah, Pn Asiah, Tai Sensei, Frau Hamidah, Mdm Norzilah, Pn Zamruda, Pn Rozana, Mdm Khoo, Mdm Suguna, Mr Wee, Dr Z, Amjal, sbelah Amjal, Abg Am.

UCP MARJON: Lesley Woodhead, Steve Ansell, Michael Hall, Mike Boston, Katy Salisbury, Mike Scholey, Gilly Robbins, Tony Wring, Tracey Gilpin, Sarah Fuqua, Sally Eales, Stewart Allan, INTED Staff, David Benzie, Dania Moussalli, Katharyn Camara, David Oddie, Dania Moussalli, Primary Department (many more T-T) Faye Hatherley, Sue, Mr Nauruz, Mr Charcoal etc.

Teachers, Lecturers, Trainers, Speakers who have taught me a lot in courses that I have attended.

Teachers, staff and students of SK Jalan Raja Muda, SK Briekfield 2, Ford Primary, College Road and Stoke Damerel Community College, S.K. Bansar.

Abg Mat, Abg Zam, Cg Aji, Cg Lan, all gayong ipba/ipis/uk/ireland/france friends, Chris Gregory sensei (picnic), Don sensei, Kevin Brooker sensei, all my fellow plymouth jitsu friends, Dr Azli, Ust. Elfino, En Nazri.

My father, mother and siblings, relatives, teachers, friends, juniors, seniors (too many to mention names), and those who involve in my learning directly or indirectly.

I would also like to apologise to all these people if I have done something wrong, not being able to perform to the expectations, not being a good student/peer and ect.

P/S:

1) It took me two days to list down the names. If there are left out names, please2 remind me in the comment space. I need to have the name listed so that I can still track down my history in the making of my degree course, or else I might forget some of their names in the time to come, but not their faces. Usually, only the extreme person will be most remembered. huuu.. Insyaallah, my prayer will always be with them..

2) Perhaps I need to start with my kindergarten, primary school and later in my secondary school years. Insyaallah it will be  written in other posts.

3) Almost all the names are the people that I met starting in IPBA. This does not necessarily mean that people that I met earlier do not contribute to my success. I just want to highlight the names that I first met in the past five and a half years.

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SPM? Oh em gee.

November 16, 2009 at 3:56 pm (Uncategorized)

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We ask Allah to make SPMs easy for you, to make you succeed in this world and to be among those who are victorious and saved in the Hereafter, for He is the All-Hearing Who answer prayers. Allahumma ameen.

Come on beat abe2 awk hok koya2 tuh, Ajik. haha. longgg way to go lil bro!

Bittaufiq wa an-Najah!

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