The champion

It was really late to congratulate Cikgu Safwan for his SUKMA 2010 gold medal. But better late than never.

It was in the morning when we just arrive at the capital city of Cik Siti Wan Kembang State, Pak Ngah received a call from his student from Air Kuning. The caller mentioned something about Cikgu Safwan was competing for his gold medal at the moment and it was live on TV. We rushed to get a grand seat at a cafe close by to watch the action. Pak Ngah received a few more calls stating the same fact about his student having the competition.

Watching the Silat Olahraga competition was really exciting. The skills by Cg Safwan was great. As I have no basic or whatsoever about Silat Olahraga, having Pak Ngah explaining the movements and the techniques of how to score points was an eye opener. However, if only I have some basic about silat olahraga, the explanation would be more meaningful to my schema. Perhaps in the future, if I have my own students to teach the Silat Olahraga, everything will be clearer. For the time being, my silat is just a Silat Chachamerba. huhu

Pity the opponent, as he did not have the force and luck with him on that day. Everything that he did seemed to be wrong. When, the person waited, and suddenly Cg Safwan got the marks. If he attacked, and Cg Safwan got the marks as well. When the person kicked, suddenly he felt down, and Safwan got the marks. The person caught Cg Safwan’s leg, and suddenly he felt down, and Cg Safwan got marks. What else could he do to this Superman? huhuhu


We are celebrating our Malaysian Independence Day tomorrow.. However, are we really get the gist of what independence mean? What does it mean to us? Although we are nobody, we should play our own role to protect the indepence of our country. It should start with our own self, then only we can start talking about our family and so on.

Although it seems that we are free, but are we really sure about that? Perhaps there are invisible chains locking each of our neck. Perhaps the chains will be visible and known to all when the time comes. The chains are at our land, belongings, mentality, attitude and most importantly at the heart.

Brake the chains and be free. Fly as free as birds in the sky.. huhuhu

Allahummarhamna BilQuran

The background sound

Allahummarhamna Bil Quran
Waj’alhu lanaa Imaaman
Wa Nuuran Wa Hudan Wa Rohmah
Allahumma Dzakkirna Minhu maa Nasiina
Wa’allimna Minhu maa Jahiilna
Warzuqnaa Tilaawatahu
Aana Al Laili Wa Athroofa An Nahaar
Waj’alhu lanaa Hujjatan
Yaa Rabbal ‘Alamin


Today we had a tadarus and khatam Al Quran at school (the finish part was not the whole Al Quran, but the last Juzuk of the Holy Book, Juz Amma). It was for the year one and two students. As I am not the teacher who teach them the subjects related, I was just one of the viewers of the ceremony, hoping that I might be blessed as well attending such a great event.

I was just a kid while they have already finished the Muqaddam at the same age..

It really brings back memory when I was a kid, going to my masters’ at my village house almost everyday to recite Al Quran. Learn the skills to read them soundly. My teacher was a person who we call  Kak Wan. Maybe that would be another entry. Before that, I learned the Alphabets and the basics at the Kindergarten. Then I should have learned it somewhere at my lower primary at well as the upper secondary school. In addition, my father also taught me the Quran. My siblings and I would take turns to read in front of him after the Maghrib prayer. We were also required to memorise the things that we need to say in our prayer. My father were really particular about that.

The Kak Wan part was when we already moved to Kelantan. We would march to her house after we get back from school. The ques were really long which enable us to socialise with friends, enjoy the ice cream and sesame seeds and do a bit of preparation for the recitation. We need to be very fluent before we can move on to the next surah,  page or ayat of the Quran. If there were too many students coming, Kak Wan’s children, Abe Hafiz and Kak Ti would land their hands.

This is the formal way of having the Khatam ceremony, not like mine.. huhuhu

After reciting with her for some time, I managed to Khatam (finish reciting) the Muqaddam, the last Chapter of the Quran. As to thank my master, and being grateful to the God, the Pulut Kuning (yellow sticky rice cake/glutinous rice) with the Grilled Chicken was a must.  Although it was not a grand event, everyone was able to enjoy the  superior meal. The meal is so special that it can only be seen in big occasions. Therefore it remains a memorable event in my life.

At the end of the year, when we had the end semester break, my parents would throw us at Religious Camps where we would spent most of our time there instead of playing around at home especially when the times were in raining seasons. There, we would improve and refine our recitation of the quran. This happened every year until we got stuck with big examinations, i.e. SPM, PMR.

It is not about comparing with others, how much we know or how much we read. It is about refining our own literacy to the quran, refining our understanding towards what we read, refining our practice to be in tandem with it and refining our love towards the words of God. Hopefully these refining activities can melt our heart, pervaded  by the sea of Allah’s blessing.. insyaallah

My Toys IX

The knife is a Johor made blade. To be exact, it is from Kg Lukut, Kota Tinggi. I was told that the knife smith is Mohd Yusuf Ahmad. There is not much thing that I can say about this pisau lapah (knife that is used to skin animal and cut the meat into pieces). It has been in my wardrobe for quite some time and it have not taste any blood so far. There the effectiveness is still unknown. I was told that it is sharp enough to cut meat but I need the concrete evidence about it first before I can say so. huhuhu

Typical pisau lapah that can be found in Johor.

Looking at the blade, can it function as parang (small machete) as well? Can I use it to cut small trees if I go into jungle or do something like that? Can such activity damage the blade?


I found this image on fb and Marjon’s site.. Indeed it brings back memories, the sweet ones.. huhuhu

Nice weather we have got there, which was rare to get.. Becky is in the pic. Jill is the other person, Isn’t it?

Look at the sign board. All of the places has its own meaning to me. International department where we spent most of our learning sessions, Administration where the fees went, Library- assignments, dissertations and many lovely materials for primary schools, Lecture theatre- lecture with primary teacher trainees, Main Reception-waiting for transport ect, Porters Lodge means parcels, Students Union – not much here, Chelsea room- table tennis and pot luck, SUB- hanging around friends, Chapel/HDC- party, Drama theatre- Arrow project, Old Chapel- Malaysia fest, Primary Department- lovely lecturers.. huhu


There is one recipe that I have invented a few days back. It was a kamikaze recipe but it turned out to be great. huhuhu.. When I told my housemate about the recipe, he immediately came out with its name, Neslor. It is the combination of 3 in 1 Nestum and eggs (Nestum + Telur = Neslor).

The ingredient.. plus a bit of salt and oil.

To make it is not as simple as doing the neslo (nestcafe+milo) that you usually order at restaurant. It is more than that. Only passionate and love can make a good one. However, the expert like all of you can easily do this omelette.

The procedures are:

  1. First, Beat the eggs in a bowl.
  2. Secondly Add some salt and the small slices of union.  Continue beating for a while.
  3. Then, add the 3 in 1 nestum and beat the mixture some more.
  4. Heat oil in a wok or small shallow frying pan on low heat.
  5. Add the eggs into the wok/pan. Spread the egg evenly and let it cook slowly. About 2 minutes.
  6. When you see the sides of the egg getting brownish, flip it upside down and continue cooking for another minute or two.

Maybe your curiosity can break the eggs. But one thing I can assure you, the taste is a lot better than the ordinary omelette. Now you can make a simple and wonderful 5 star recipe with your own hands. Happy iftar.. huhuhu

Twin III: The Attack of The Clone

It was early in the morning, just a few blinks after 6 a.m., a student named Yoda had already stepped his foot at the school gate. At the time, there were already traces of students came to the school, perhaps they believe that the early bird catches the worm.

When he arrived at the Standard 3 Naboo, he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi was already there. To his amaze, Obi-Wan was sweeping the floor. It was really a rare phenomenon as he had never seen Obi-Wan touch such the low class and dirty broom before. ‘Perhaps today is his birthday, or maybe he won a 3D lottery  last night’, Yoda said to himself. Only a few chosen ones would use such broom even if it is for the betterment of the classroom.

“Mr Obi-Wan, so early you come,” said Yoda, hoping that he would start the chat with a dear friend of him. Because it was just a declarative sentence, not giving a reply is a normal thing. Thus, Obi-Wan just continued his duty without giving any reply. Silence.

Moving on, Yoda did his everyday routine, which is to book the front place in the line of his class. The place is considered as a sacred place as though he can gain every knowledge that the teacher says during the EW20 session. There is no money for the book, it is as easy as putting the pencil case and a note book. First come first serve. So, Yoda went down to the Budi Square as fast as thunder, the place where everyone gathers for the English for 20 minutes (EW20) took place, and placed his book. Smiling with pride, he had got the first place. Although it was not like getting the number one in the examination, at least it was able to kick his morning with a bright positive start.

Short after that, students started to assemble at the square. Some were chatting with friends and some were busy doing the mathematics homework were was still unsettle. Others were starting to calm down and get ready with their books. At the far side, at the entrance lobby of the school, Anakin Skywalker walked towards the square. At his side, his close friend, Obi-Wan Kanobi was marching along with his big Ben-10 bag. ‘What! is it Obi-Wan Kanobi?’ Yoda could not believe his eyes. Then who was the person he was talking to in the class just now?

Who is the clone?

After that, many speculations were made about the incident. Some said it was just his illusion and some believed that it was someone else. However, nobody dared to admit that he or she was the person who swept the floor and made the floor as clean as a whistle. Some suggested  that it was an attack of an alien or an attack of the clones, same like in the Star Wars II, where a bounty hunter was cloned to create stronger soldiers to protect the country. But in this remote case, the aim was to clean the always-polluted class.

Recess time passed and it was English class at the moment, which means that it would be the class teacher’s time, Mr. Darth Tyranus. Yoda was so eager to inform his class teacher about the weird incident. The lesson went on boring as usual. But Yoda’s eyes was sparkling, he was shaking in excitement to share his experience with Mr. Darth Tyranus. He just wanted to wait for the right moment to share it or it would not be that great. The time came when the students starting to do the individual task given to them.

“Mr Tyranus, do you want to hear what had happened to me this mornings?” Yoda came to Mr. Darth Tyranus hoping that the Master would lend him his ears. His friends started to gather around the Master’s desk, just wanted to hear what they heard before again and again.

“No, thanks. Unless you have done all the tasks given just now!” Mr. Darth Tyranus showed no mercy. He hasdlearned from the mistakes that he has done a few times before. Mercy means students will take opportunity on him. It hurts so much when at the end he realises that he was cheated by his very own children. This time he had to be firm. If Yoda  really wanted to tell him something, Yoda would finish his task as soon as possible. And he really did.

Hearing the testimony, Mr Darth Tyranus had nothing to say. He had no answer to the mystery either. All what they had agreed upon was that the Standard 3 Naboo was the winner of the  neatness and cleanliness classroom competition for the week. Thanks to the force of the attack of the clone. The trophy was theirs. huhuhu

*Based on the true story. The names were all changed due to the undisclosed circumstances.

Meeting the Master X

After waiting and searching patiently for the right person, at last I have found a teacher which I believe can pour some of his skills and knowledge to me. Credit to Cikgu Zamri for helping me meeting him. As, his gelanggangs are located mainly in Gelang Patah, we have to take about an hour journey to get there. He is Cikgu Johari Bin Shuhadak, one of the main Silat Pusaka Gayong teachers in Johor. With a small figure (as fit as Pak Andak Majid), and a clear voice, he is surely someone who I should not mess with.

His students come from various category; primary and secondary school students, and adult.

Learning silat not only in Gayong, he is indeed an open teacher. He is the one who really like to share rather than to teach others and always willing to learn from others. According to him, he has been teaching silat for the past 15 years and he learns a lot from his experience as well. In Gayong, his teacher is Cikgu Mat Rasip, the PSSPGM boss in Selangor. He learned from Cikgu Mat Rasip when Cikgu Mat Rasip was posted to Air Tawar, Kota Tinggi (as a teacher). Cikgu Mat Rasip only left Kota Tinggi when he has establish a firm Gayong Foundation there. One of his firm pillar is Cikgu Johari and Cikgu Zamri who are continuing his legacy of spreading the Gayong wings in Johor.

As an introduction to many more meetings in the future (insyaallah), we just had a light training where he showed a few basics that all of silat gayong trainers always do but rarely appreciate the moves. After he shared his thought with us, I could see that these movements are really fabulous tricks, which are applicable and practical to the real life combat. I am really looking forward to the next meeting. huhuhu