Back from being rather under...

I have been down with Toncilitis, Conjuctivitis and Toncilitis again since Hari Raya Haji (Eidul-adha). I only just recovered last weekend. Yesterday was my first day back at the gym after a week's haitus. I joined the Taekwondo class yesterday and that wasn't too bad.... So, Tuesdays are Abs class and Kickboxing. I was kinda looking forward to is having missed the past two classes. Abs class really helps with the strength and body toning/conditioning and the kickboxing though really good exercise, is also a very good stress release opportunity.. hehehe...

So, I braved the heavy rain after work, and the potential traffic jam that normally ensues to get to the gym early today. Well, there was slight traffic but I managed to get there in time. To my disappointment, there was no abs class today! It was instead another one of those fitness tests!! OMG! I just recovered from a week of being out of action and now suddenly this?! If you wanna know more about the fitness test, I have blogged about it here and here.

Well, since I was there I felt like what the heck right? Just do it... It's not that I've not done it before. How hard can it be? (the usual sentence that gets me into trouble). Yes folks, if you carefully check out the test form below, you can see that there is another column next to the column "Set 1". Yes, there were gonna be 2 sets this time!! Do you know how hard it is to do 2 sets?! One set pun dah see stars! So the aim was to maintain the numbers that we got in set 1 when we do set 2. Lactic acid build up and general lack of oxygen to the brain made for a very uncomfortable 2nd set. Nevertheless, I pretty much managed to maintain my numbers while keeping my heart rate at a training heart rate of 84% my max, down only 2% from the figure at Set 1. So I guess I'm pretty chuffed. Not a great improvement in my fitness level but slowly improving. My resting heart rate is quite high, probably due to my lack of sleep and from thinking too much of stuff that I really shouldn't worry about.

Results for Novermber

Anyways, after the 2nd Set my head felt light and I started to get a slight headache. My limbs were slightly aching so in the end I decided not to continue with the Kickboxing class after that so I just went home. Despite my complaints and wingeing, I still think that this type of tests, though tiring is very good for the cardio vascualar system and also muscle strength and endurance. You also know where you are fitness wise and if you compare the results with your previous results like me, you can track your fitness improvement or change. Okay now, my head is still feeling quite light. Gonna head off to bed now. Ta-ra...

Results for July

Results for April

InsyaAllah....

Yes, that is the song that Maher Zain is most famous for. Last AidilAdha, TV9 did a special program on him but as I was in Kelantan at the time and we don't get TV9 there I missed it. Fear not, as the wonders of the internet these days, the program can be viewed from the internet! So here I am sharing with you my dear readers a little piece of that magic we call the internet.... Enjoy!

Part 1


Part 2


Part 3

Butter honey!!

I have an infection on my right eye so I didn't go to work today. Oh well, at least it gave me the opportunity to  prepare a quick old favourite of mine: ButterHoney. I'm sure It has a real name - a name that I know not of but as for now that is what I'm calling it. It's a simple dish I learnt from my parents who learnt from their Arab friends during our time in Wales. To make it is very easy. Melt a knob of butter in a pan and then put in the honey. How much honey depends on your taste but I like it abit creamier so I don't put very much honey in it. I eat it with bread as a dip. Try it. It's easy and simple! =)

This is how it looks like completed

 1st melt the butter

 Then add the honey but u don't really need to boil it

Mourning those that have gone...

Okay.. I wrote this last week but only did manage to finish it today, mainly due to laziness and the festive season...but still, enjoy the read..


This morning Roe blogged about her officemate that had recently lost her baby to a freak accident. Though the true cause of death was not investigated, it was assumed from the state of the baby that she had drowned on her milk. Apparently that is not at all an uncommon cause of death. I wouldn't know. Roe however discussed the aftermath of such an incident and how we deal with such events. That post kind of got me thinking. You know me and thinking cannot be divorced... hehehe.. Maybe that's why I have trouble sleeping at night?

I come from a rather young family. Both my parents are the eldest children of their parents and at on my father's side, my grandma is the eldest in the family and on my mum's side, my late grandfather was the eldest. This means that I grew up having great grandparents. My great grandmother in Kelantan was still alive until I was in my late teens and I met my great grandfather on my mum's side in Singapore when I was 12 or 13. In a sense I am lucky to have met my great grandparents, but in another perspective it also means that I have to deal with losing them one day. That is always in the back of my head. Most recently, almost 10 years ago my grandfather on my mum's side passed away. For me that was the most glaring reminder of death. When my grand parents passed away I was far away, and I never really knew them very well, but this time this was my grandfather who I was quite close to. It was also the first time I saw my uncle and mother cry. We did the jenazah washing at home and this made it all very intimate and close as all the relatives and neighbours were at home. It would've been quite different had it been at a mosque.

But how does one deal with death? It's easy for us to blame others or even oneself for deaths, and to even swear revenge on those who one thinks causes those deaths but this is not the way we should behave. I believe in things in life being pre-ordained and humans having the will to choose. But with death no one has a choice as to when they or others will die... This thought comes at a time when I had just finished a chapter on Hamzah in the book "Men behind the Messeger". His story can be used as a lesson to us all on how to deal with losing a loved one.

If you are unaware who Hamzah was, here's an excerp from the book:

Muhammad (s) was not yet a serious problem to the Quraysh. But he had started to draw their attention, for his call was spreading secretly. Although the number of his followers was still very small, there were people among the non-believers who loved and respected him. They yearned to declare their belief in him and become his followers, but their fear of the prevailing atmosphere and the inhibitions of inherited traditions prevented them. Among them was Hamzah ibn 'Abd al-Muttalib, the Prophet's paternal uncle who was at the same time his brother trough fosterage (i.e., they had been breastfed by the same foster mother). Hamzah was fully aware of the greatness of his nephew and truth of the message he conveyed. To him Muhammad (s) was
not only a nephew, but also as a brother and a friend because they belonged to the same generation. They played together, walked together and grew up together. But in their youth they departed, each taking after his own inclination: Hamzah preferred a life of leisure, trying to take his place among the prominent men of the Quraysh and Makkah, while Muhammad chose the life of seclusion from the crowd, immersed in the deep spiritual meditation that prepared him to receive the revelation.

You can see how the two men were very close to eachother. For quite a while Hamzah was the prophet's protector. Never letting any harm to happen to his beloved nephew. One excellent example of this is wonderfully explained in the book:

One day, Hamzah went out to the desert carrying his bow to practice his favourite sport of hunting, in which he was very skilled. He spent most of his day there. On his way home he passed by the Ka'bah for circumambulation as was his usual practice.

Near the Ka'bah, a female servant of `Abdullah ibn Jud`an saw him and said, "O Abu `Umarah! You have not seen what happened to your nephew at the hands of Abu al-Hakam ibn Hisham. When he saw Muhammad sitting there, he hurt him and called him bad names and treated him in away that he hated." She went on to explain what Abu al-Hakm-or Abu Jahl, `father of ignorance'- had done to the Prophet of Allah (s).

Hamzah listened to her carefully and paused for a while, then with his right hand he picked up his bow and put it on his shoulder. He hastened to the Ka'bah, hoping to meet Abu Jahl there. He had resolved that if he did not find him, he would search for him everywhere till he got him.

As soon as he reached the Ka'bah he glanced at Abu Jahl sitting in the yard in the company of Qurayshi noblemen. Hamzah advanced very calmly towards Abu Jahl, hit him with his bow on the head till he bled. To everybody's surprise, Hamzah shouted, "How dare you insult Muhammad while I follow his religion and I believe in what he says? Come and retaliate upon me. Hit me if you can." In a moment they all forgot how their leader Abu Jahl had been insulted and they were all thunderstruck by the news that Hamzah had converted to Muhammad's religion and that he saw what Muhammad saw, and believed what he said. Could Hamzah really have converted to Islam when he was the strongest and most dignified man of the Quraysh?

In a time when muslims were persecuted in Makkah towering men like Hamzah prevented harm to be cause on to Muhammad (s) and most of his early followers. The prophet (s) honoured him with the noble title "The lion of Allah and his messenger". Not long after the Hijrah to Madinah, the Quraisyi declared war on the muslims. This was the 1st battle in Islamic history, the battle of Badr. The muslim army was commanded by Hamzah - he was therefore first standard bearer in Islam. In this battle many Quraisyi noblemen lost their lives including Abu Jahl. This defeat was not taken lightly by the Quraisy and soon the began amassing another army ready for battle. This 2nd battle will be known as the battle of Uhud. In this battle the Quraisy targetted 2 persons, namely the Prophet (s) and Hamzah.

Abu Sufiyan, the leader of the Quraisy wanted revenge. They had sent a slave named Wahshi to assinate Hamzah at this battle. None was more keen to have Hamzah's head than Abu Sufian's wife, Hind. She had lost her father, uncle, brother and son at the hands of Hamzah. She had promised Wahshi his freedom and jewelry if she brought Hamzah's liver to her.

During the battle of Badr, Wahshi stalked Hamzah, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. These are his accounts of the event:

"I was an Abyssinian. I used to throw the spear, Abyssinian style, that hardly missed its target. When the armies met I looked for Hamzah till I found him in the middle of the crowd like a huge camel. He was killing every one around him with his sword. Nothing could stop him. By Allah, I prepared for him. I wanted him. I hid behind a tree so that I might attack him from a distance. At that moment Saab` ibn `Abd al-`Uzza approached him before me. When Hamzah glanced at him he shouted, `Come to me, you son of the one who circumcises!' and he hit him directly in the head. Then I shook my spear till I was in full control over it and threw it. The spear penetrated him from the back and came out from between his legs. He rose to reach me but could not and soon died. I came to his body and took my spear and went back to sit in the camp. I did not want anything else. All I wanted was to be a freeman.
"When I returned to Makkah, I was set free. I stayed there till the Prophet (s) entered Makkah on the Day of the Conquest. I fled to 'Ta'if. When the delegation of Ta'if went to declare their conversion to Islam, I heard various people say that I should go to ,Syria or Yemen or any other place. While I was in such a distress, a span said to me, `Woe to you! The Prophet (s) never kills anyone entering his religion'. I went to Allah's Prophet (s) in Madinah, and the moment he saw me I was already giving my true testimony. When he saw me he said, `Is it you, Wahshi?' I answered, `Yes, Messenger of Allah'. He said, `Tell me, how did you kill Hamzah?' l narrated to him, and when I was done, he told me, `Woe to you! Get out of my sight and never show your face to me'. From that time, I always avoided wherever the Prophet (s) went lest he should see me, till he died.
"Afterwards, when the Muslims fought Musaylamah the Liar in the Battle of al-Yamamah, I went with them. I took with me the same spear I had killed Hamzah with. When the armies met, I saw Musaylamah standing with his sword in his hand. I prepared for him, shook my spear till I had full control over it, threw it, and it went into his body. If I killed with this spear the best of men, Hamzah, I wish that Allah might forgive me, as I killed with it the worst of men, Musaylamah."
So the man who the prophet (s) had such great love for had lost his life to a slave. It was not just that he had died, his body had been cut up and mutilated. The book recounts:
The battle ended and the polytheists mounted their camels and led their horses back to Makkah. The Prophet (s) and his Companions examined the battlefield to see the martyrs. There, in the heart of the valley, the Prophet (s) was examining the faces of his Companions who had offered their souls to their Lord and had given their lives as a precious sacrifice to Him.

The Prophet (s) suddenly stood up and gazed deeply upset and sorrowful, he ground his teeth and closed his eyes. He had never imagined that the Arabs could be so savage that they cut and mutilate a dead body the way they had done to his uncle, the Lion of Allah Hamzah ibn `Abd al-Muttalib. On opening his eyes, the Prophet (s) once again looked at the body of his uncle saying, "Losing you is the worst calamity in my life. I have never been more outraged than I am now."

Then he turned to his Companions saying, "It is only for the sake of Safiyyah (Hamzah's sister) who would be grieved and I am afraid that it should be taken as a practice after me; otherwise, I would have ordered him to be left without burying so that he may be in the stomachs of beasts and in the craws of birds. If Allah destines me to defeat the Quraysh, I will cut thirty of them into pieces.,'

To this, the Companions shouted, "By Allah, if one day we conquer them, we will cut them in a way that no Arab has ever done before!" Allah honoured Hamzah by making his death a great lesson for the Muslims to learn justice and mercy, even in situations when penalties and retaliations were justified.

No sooner had the Prophet (s) finished his threatening words, than a revelation came down to him while he was still standing in his place with the following verse:

Call mankind to the Way of your Lord with wisdom and sound advice, and reason with them in a well mannered way. Indeed, your Lord is well aware of those who have gone astray from His way, and He is well aware of those who are guided. And if you retaliate, let your retaliation be to the extent that you were afflicted, but if you are patient, it will certainly be best for those who are patient; and be patient, yet your patience is only with the help of God, and do not grieve over them, distress not yourself at what they devise. Indeed, God is with those who are pious, and those who are doers of good.
Al-Nahl, 16:125-127
Okay, so this is a case of murder but I think the principles still hold. From the verses above you can see that the common message here is that of patitience. In case of murder, we are allowed to claim our justice but up to a level we were inflicted with but God also states that the best of men are those who are patient. So being patient in the aftermath of a tragedy is the best a person can be. Though it is like most things, easier said than done, we should strive to control our emotions and stay calm in the face of calamity....

A simple act of kindness

A friend of mine posted this video on his Facebook. I found it very interesting so I'm posting it here. It is a song by Sami Yusof called "Healing". I'm pleased that there is an upward trend of Nasheed songs have better made and well though out music videos. I find that a song with great meaning when translated into action that can be seen with our very own eyes provides a big multiplier effect that amplifies the ability for these such songs to touch the hearts and minds of the listener/viewer. In a world that is increasingly media filled, content with has ethical and good moral content cannot be left to sit on their hands and just assume that people will like what message they're trying to send. This is a good development.

Acts of kindness are increasingly neglected in a world where material gain and individualism reign supreme. People fall head over feet to do the specific good deeds but tend to forget the little things that though might not seem very important but if everybody did them society at large can be changed. A simple example will be not littering, removing a nail or screw from someone's path, smiling to people around you, holding out doors, picking up someone else's litter and many more. These small acts come spontaneous to those with a pure heart, and think about the greater good and things that benefit not just themselves but society as a whole. Like the saying goes, little good deeds done consistantly are much better than big deads done once in a while. So lets take heed of the message of the song below and try to do as many little acts of kindness as we can. Next time you see an empty bottle laying on the floor, pick it up and erm... recycle it. You see an elderly person carrying their heavy shopping, ask if you can help. If you walk past somebody in the corridor at work or by the pavement, there's no harm in giving a simple smile. The little acts of goodness makes the world a better place to live in. =)

I particularly like the last bit which is in Arabic:
قلب بين يدي قلب و بيد الله كل قلب
عين ترعى عينا، وعين الله ترعى
كلمة طيبة صدقة
تبسمك لأخيك صدقه
كل معروف صدقة
اللهم اشف شفاءً لا يغادر سقماً
Which roughly translates to:
Hearts in the hand of another heart and in God’s hand are all hearts
An eye takes care of another eye and God takes care of me
A good word is charity
Smiling to your brother is charity
All good deeds are charity
God grant me cure and do not leave any sickness

Signage gone wrong

This I snapped from opposite the Minangkabau warong I usually go to for lunch. Not the best of names to name your used car dealership huh?

Any bright ideas?

This is what me and my brother did last weekend. We changed the left rear lights cluster and replaced the two headlight relectors.

The car in question is my dad's faithful old 1987 Volvo 240 GL. My dad brought the car back from the UK in 1990 and for a very long time it was our sole car. The car saw all 6 of us through school and I still remember the whole family of 8 fitting into it on our balik kampung trips. Ofcourse we were all abit smaller back then. I learnt to drive in it, curi-curi practice in it before the driving test and afterwards I did the chaufer duty sending my brothers and sister to places when my parents were not free. I'm sure this applies to my other brothers too. In short, the car has served us very well over the years. We still have it as it has alot of sentimental value to all of us and also because it is not worth much anymore if we wanted to sell it anyway.

Right now my brother, the third one in the family takes care of it and uses it occasionally to go places. It is good that there is someone to take care of the car and as I always tell my brother, since his office is within walking distance to home, that he should not buy a car and instead save up to buy property. Property prices have never gone down and I don't foresee them ever coming down so getting up the ladder as soon as possible is the smart thing to do.

Anyways, maintaning an old, continental car is not very cheap, nor is it that expensive too. Not much can go wrong with it as there are not many electronic gizmos that can go wrong. The car has had a broken rear lamp cluster for a while and the front day running lights have fallen off too. I advised my brother to look up any volvo enthusiast clubs or forum on line to see if they know where to get parts and in no time my brother got hooked up with this guy who was the president or something and he had loadsa parts kicking about for our old Volvo. So my brother got the parts that urgently needed to be replaced off him and as I am pretty handy with cars, DIY and mechanical stuff I offered to give him a hand. I know this phrase always gets people into trouble but "how hard can it be right?". Alhamdulillah, things did end up very well. So first up, the rear lights:

 It was a simple 3 nuts to be loosened and it was a simple swap job. Don't you love old school engineering?!

 Next up were the headlight reflectors and the day running light/indicator replacement.  The head lamp actually has reflectors at where the bulb lives and this reflector is the part that reflectes the light forward and it also allows for the adjustment of the headlight beam. The day running light/indicator is attached to the headlamp so we ended up having to remove all the headlamps:

 Again, it was a simple removal of a few nuts. Since we were taking out the reflectors we thought we'd might as well clean the headlamp glass before fitting in the new reflectors. We did that and after putting everything back together here's what you get:
 A very cleaner look. The headlights were getting rather dim due to the reflector loosing it's shine but with the new reflectors, all is still not as bright as a modern headlight system but it is now significantly less of a saftey hazard!:

All in all it was a good afternoon spent on the car and that probably saved us a few hundred ringgit in terms of labour charges and workshop mark up on the parts. Everyone should try to do stuff themselves. But please do you homework before trying anything you haven't tried doing yourself before okay? Have a great start to the week!

An Idiot Abroad

 
This is one of the latest TV series my brother downloads that I have got hooked onto. Despite the title, I think the star/host, though not very intelligent, he is very good at expressing his train of thoughts. He may have skipped a few classes during school resulting in his facts quite wrong or in some cases absent but i wouldn't call him an idiot.

The plot goes like this: he is a man that does not like to travel abroad and thus his collegues send him off on "assignments" abroad that he doesn't prepare for. It's the funniest travel documentary you've ever seen, I promise! He's never happy on his assignments and he's almost constantly complaining...Those of you who can download it, u can do so and there are a few clips on you tube too. I really like how descriptive he is and how honest he is in his remarks. It's like he's always thinking out aloud, and he looks at things in a slightly different way to us which is interesting.  And you know how sometimes when you're in front of people that do not speak your language and you try to speak to them? He does it too and it's hillarious! Watch it. It's highly recommended by yours truely. I've embeded the trailer below. Oh by the way, it's a british series so to those who are not used to a british accent you may have slight trouble understanding what he's saying. Be warned! =)

This is how Wikipedia sums the programme up:

An Idiot Abroad is a 2010 light entertainment travel documentary television series broadcast on Sky1, as well as a spin-off book published by Canongate Books, created by and featuring Karl Pilkington and his radio show colleagues Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant



An Idiot Abroad charts Pilkington's reaction when visiting the New Seven Wonders of the World as well as to the situations he's placed in, the country's cultural habits and idiosyncrasies. It was stated by the shows producers that Pilkington has no prior warning about these situations. Gervais commented: "This is a (more real) documentary than most others you'll ever see on television. We don't plan it, he doesn't know what's going to happen.

Though the New Seven Wonders of the World include the Colosseum in Rome, Pilkington does not visit here. Rather, he substitutes this for the Great Pyramids in Egypt.

The ongoing theme of both the television series and the book is that Karl Pilkington indicates he has no interest in global travel and so Merchant and Gervais make him travel, for the purposes of the documentary, while they themselves stay in London and monitor his progress. There is an official podcast, to accompany the programme and book of An Idiot Abroad.

Pilkington, Gervais and Merchant had previously worked together on The Ricky Gervais Show on XFM.
An interview with Karl Pilkington Interview on Something for The Weekend



And here's his thoughts on food, hehehe:


 Episode guide:

# Title Original air date
1 "China" 23 September 2010 (2010-09-23)
Pilkington is sent to China by Merchant and Gervais, where he lands in Beijing and is seen to be unimpressed by the pollution and a population that does not speak English. The initial scenes of the documentary show Pilkington responding to the way of life of the Chinese most notably the different types of food as well as its door-less public conveniences. The main destination of the piece is Pilkington's trip to the Great Wall of China where once there he receives a call from Merchant who insists that he travels the entire length of the wall.[2] This takes a reported two weeks to complete. 
2 "India" 30 September 2010 (2010-09-30)
In this episode Pilkington goes to the Taj Mahal and visits a religious festival known as 'Holi day' which involves coloured paint powder being thrown on everybody in the street (Including Karl). Next stop is to visit religious 'Babas' who practice an extreme form of yoga naked. He tries the lotus position and visits a Baba who has had his left arm raised for the last 20 years.[6] 
3 "Jordan" 7 October 2010 (2010-10-07)
In this episode Karl Pilkington visits Israel and Petra in Jordan, swims in the Dead Sea and rides a camel for 8 hours to visit a bedouin settlement where lambs' eyeballs and testicles are on the menu for a special meal for him. He also shares a lift with a group of 'Dancing Nachman' who stop traffic and dance for the entertainment of those in the road.[7] 
4 "Mexico" 14 October 2010 (2010-10-14)
Karl Pilkington visits Mexico and Chichen Itza. Initially he gets caught up in the dangerous local firework festival which sees him running around in terror. He also tries his hand at wrestling before meeting up with some real cowboys. On his way to Chichen Itza, Karl meets up with some Mayans who show him how to knock down wasp nests. Finally, he gets to see the wonder of Chichen Itza at sunrise but he cannot find any Mexican jumping beans. 
5 "Egypt" 21 October 2010 (2010-10-21)
In this episode, Pilkington gets swarmed in a market, has lunch at a deaf KFC, and visits The Great Pyramids
6 "Brazil" 28 October 2010 (2010-10-28)
In this episode, Pilkington wanders the beaches of Rio de Janeiro and visits the towering statue of Christ The Redeemer
7 "Peru" 4 November 2010 (2010-11-04)
In this episode, Pilkington visits the pre-Columbian Inca site known as Machu Picchu, an "Old Mountain" perched on a mountain ridge above the Urubamba Valley in Peru. 
8 "Episode 8" 11 November 2010 (2010-11-11)
In this final episode, Pilkington meets with Ricky Gervais and Steve Merchant to discuss his travels. 

The Festival of light

Today is the Hindu festival of light or known in Malaysia as Depavali or in Hindi, Diwali. It is a public holiday in Malaysia so I would like to wish all my readers, especially my hindu readers, happy holidays! Check out the cool mural I took a photo of at The Weld, KL. Hope you all have a relaxing and productive one. =)

My School!

My school now has an entry on Wikipedia!! hey hey hey! I don't know who wrote the piece but It's rather cool.

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This is what th intro says about my school:
 
Sekolah Menengah Sains Kuala Selangor (English: Kuala Selangor Science Secondary School (KUSESS)) is a boarding school, also known as Sekolah Berasrama Penuh (SBP) based in Malaysia. The school was built under the Sixth Malaysia Plan. The school is located in Bandar Melawati, Kuala Selangor which is about 70 kilometers from the nation's capital, Kuala Lumpur. Construction works on the school began on 24 April 1994 and were completed by 1996. The school started operating on 8 September 1996, and its first intake consisted of 210 students. There were only 19 teaching staff and 4 support staff at that time. However, the following year saw a sharp increase in the number of students that were admitted to the school. 187 students gained entry to Form 1 while 165 students were admitted into Form 4. The teaching staff almost tripled from 19 to 53. Although the school began operating in 1996, it wasn't till 27 May 1997 when the school was officiated by the then Deputy Prime Minister-Dato' Seri Anwar Ibrahim.
 
I still remember my first day entering the school in 1997. I was entering form 4 after doing alright or my PMR exams. It was the first time I would be staying away from my parents so it was rather daunting for me. I wonder if I can dig up any old photos from my first day at school. Anyways, The school was a very new school back then. My batch was the eldest batch there so we became senior students for two years. It goes with the batch motto: "Senior 2 tahun" which means 2 years senior. Bact then the facilties were very bad, water supply unrelyable but at least our matteresses were new! that's important. Our fields had no grass so what little football tallent I had from my previous schooling years kind of died with the grass that refused to grow at KUSESS.
 
The school itself was new and uninspiring but that could not be said for the teachers and fellow students. Be cause it was a new school, there were no existing legacies or myths at school so the culture of the students there were very much diverse and colourful. Some were from religious boarding school while the majority were from normal day schools like me. Boarding school usually have a certain engrained culture amongst the students, some good, some bad but the new students will have to adapt to these old culture that had been inherited from years of existance of that particular school. Not at my school. we were fee to chart our own way of schooling life and I must say that it was liberating - to a certain extent of course. Being in boarding schools always means that your daily routine is set for you by the school.
 
 
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I was deputy headboy for 2 years at KUSESS but indeed that is not a really important position at school hence my name does not appear in any of the school acheivement lists. That is immeterial as the school helped prepare me for the years to come, provided me with the skills to excel in the interviews that ultimately got me my scholarships and help shape me in to the person I am now. For that I love my school. Anyways, you can read more about my school at its wikipedia page here. Right, I'm off now. Better bring this laptop with me home! I'm using my boss's laptop in the mean time.
 

Missing

Today I came to work to a very unpleasant surprise. The laptop I left locked on my desk on Friday was no where to be seen. I quickly searched my office area and could not find it. I then pursued to lodge a report at our security office. The support police officer there later advised me to lodge a police report at the nearby police station. Later in the morning my officemate came in and found that his laptop was also missing! So after he had lodged his report with our security, we both proceeded to the nearby police station to lodge our police report. We arrived at around 9.30am but only left the police station at almost 12pm! This is a sign of how efficient our police is....
 
So, this is the procedure when you want to lodge a police report for a theft case.
 
1) You get your report taken down by a constable ranked policeman and this is usuall ya general complaint. You tell them what happened, where, what time and also inclued your particulars. They also ask you for what reason are you lodging your report? Obviosly in my case I wanted them to investigate the matter.
 
2) You get your copy of the report and they ask you to sign both your copy and the police's copy of the report.
 
3) They will call up the investigating officer on duty on that day. For a smal precinct like ours, they only had one investigating officer on duty. We were unlucky - he wasn't in the station at that time so we had to wait....a VERY long time... Thank God for mobile internet, I managed to Facebook and tweet about the experience. We waiting till about 11 something for the officer to attend to us. In that time one naturally gets bored and starts staring at the walls... which was when I noticed that the was a star shaped, flourescent orange coloured sticker on the ceiling fan and it read "Kipas" which means fan in Bahasa Malaysia (BM). Then I looked at the air-con unit and it too had a flourescent sticker labeled "Penghawa dingin" which is what it's called in BM. "Is this place a kindergarten or what?!" I said to myself. I wish I had the guts to take photos then so that I can show you guys this, but I didn't.
 
I let my eyes wander further revealing flourescent labels for "Extiguisher 1" and "Extinguisher 2" and on the desk, the keyboards were labeled "Papan kekunci 1" and "papan kekuci 2" and most amusing of all are the mice, labeled "tetikus 1" and "tetikus 2". Looks like almost everything was labeled! I don't whether it's just for inventory purposes, to make sure everything is there or is it for little kids to stare and learn the names of things. Or maybe it's just for people like me who get bored and their eyes start to wander....
 
4) After about an hour of "spot the orange labels" (I think I spotted them all), the Inspector finally arrived from Cyberjaya. He then took ANOTHER statement from each of us but this time he was smarter and did a cut and paste job and just changed the names of the complaintant from my name to my colleague's. 
 
5) After we both signed our inspector's report, we proceeded to go to the "crime scene" and the inspector came with his trusty assistant, armed with camera and fingerprint kit in hand. When we got to the scene our security had already locked our office door and cordened off the entrance to the office. The officers inspected both our desks, took photos and tried to find any traces of fingerprints. They couldn't find any, which is not surprising as whoever did this was no amature. They did not leave anything behind. No traces of cutting, no tell tales of use of force anywhere. Nothing.
 
I guess we might never catch the person who stole our laptops. That said, I am more worried about the information on my laptop rather than the laptop itself. The laptop is insured but they will have to determine whether this case is a case of negligence but as we both left our laptops locked I don't see how it is fair to call that negligence. This was a stark reminder to the insecurity that is the office. One would imagine that a closed guarded office compound would be safe but one would be gravely mistaken as I have learned the hard way. I now have to go back home and check how much data have I really backed up and to push for a replacement laptop. Malaysia is not safe anymore guys. Please be careful out there. Have a great week everyone! =)