25.12.2015
Alhamdulillah, it is 2048 hours and things has finally calmed down a bit, at least for me. Today is Kak Qilah's engagement day, so after Jumaat prayer (today is Friday), there are many people (relatives, mostly) coming to our house. So, I have to balance between helping out, entertaining the guests, developing rapport with my relatives and quite importantly, work on my Instructional Design Final Project Report. It is a group work, but apparently, since Hasrul did awesome and quite a lot of work designing the Drug.Ed booklet, and Kak Shaza did an awesome job creating Drug.Ed mobile application, apparently it is my sole duty to come out with awesome final project report. And that is what I am trying to do. i gues there is still about 30% left to be done. I am currently sitting in Adik Fifi's room as I am writing this, with my Acer laptop on my lap, underneath it is my Designing Effective Instruction by Morrison et al. (2007).
Just now, about 10 minutes ago, we sent kind Uncle Lek and Auntie Harisun and Humaira and Alif as they went back home. Alhamdulillah, with Allah's will I remembered about Uncle Lek's "medication" that he left in the refrigerator. And I we were near the 'titi' outside our house, I stand quite tall above the divided at the 'titi'. Adik Fifi came towards me, and I had expected that she will try to act as if she wants to push me into the 'parit'. I let her try, and I told her I had expected that. And then I added that I had predicted her moves five steps ahead before she even complete one step. Then, she jokingly tried to pull me so that I fall back on the road, on the 'titi'. I just wanted to try and implement some psychological technique, so I told her, I had predicted that, too. I told her I predicted that she will try to push me into the 'parit' and once she failed to do so and I told her that I read her movement, she will try to do directly the opposite. I read that, too, I told her. So, she just stand straight and ask me, what will she do, next? Using my past experiences, I just made a guess, but I made it sound confident, as if I really predicted her movement. I said, now she did not know what to do, she just stand there because I had already predicted her two movements. She was impressed, and asked, "Berapa lama Abang dah hidup?" seeming that I am wise enough to predict her movement correctly. Subhanallah. :-)
Friday 25 December 2015
Thursday 1 October 2015
01.10.2015
01.10.2015
0143 hours (it is technically 2nd October already, but who cares).
I assume you notice (obviously) the different font style and font size that I am using? This is because I had just learned today that we could actually set the font type and size in Notepad application. Subhanallah, imagine all this while I am using Notepad, and I did not even know. I know about it today when I see my lecturer, Dr. Shahril in our PXGZ6101 class adjust the setting in Notepad when he uses it to write (dispayed on projector) as he did not bring his marker pen to class today. For your information (in case you did not know), it is at 'Format' tab --> then select 'Font'.
NOTE: If you are reading this journal entry on Blogger, never mind the above paragraph. You could only see the font in the Notepad document.
Why am I using such weird and slightly disturbing font today? Because that is how my life is today--weird and slightly (or more) disturbing. Let me start by telling you about the accident that happened when I was on my way (I will use the term 'en route' from now on) to Universiti Malaya (I will refer to it as 'UM'). Here is my story:
It was noon. I prayed Zohor at home in Section 17 and got ready to go to class at UM, which is supposed to start at 1500 hours until 1800 hours. I headed out from home at about 1345 hours. Headed straight to Izdi Motors first, because I need to get my motorcycle chain adjusted as it has been loose for a few days now.
Alhamdulillah, there was no queve at Izdi Motors. I got the chain adjusted by the kind brother in less than 5 minutes, and he refused payment. I pray to Allah, may he be blessed with multiple good returns for his good and kind deeds. Headed to UM at about 1400 hours. Entered the Federal Highway form Section 7, near the traffic lights.
So, as I was en route, I could clearly see that the sky is dark on the Kuala Lumpur (from here on referred to as 'KL') side. I could tell that inshaaAllah it will rain, sooner or later.
When I pass through Subang Jaya, it started to rain. I brought my rainsuit with me, but I prefer not to travel in the rain, especially heavy rains added with lightning storms as often happening in Shah Alam. So I decided to stop under a flyover (from now on will be referred to its correct technical term: 'road over bridge' or 'R.O.B.').
So, as I stoppped, I pulled my motorcycle very close, as close as possible to the left side of the divider, so as not to block the road. Yes, naturally I am trained by Abah well not to block the road and cause troubles to any drivers or riders. When I am sure that my motorcycle did not block the road, I stepped over through the gap at the divider to the other side of the divider, where there are soil and grass, and there were some portions with cements. In a short while, there were about 6 other motorcyclist joining me there. The rain was heavy, the wind blowing strong occasionally. More than once was the rain water blown to us, so we had to change place, moving to place with less rain water blown at us by the wind.
It was about 1435 hours or so, when we noticed that some motorcyclist who did not stop and wait for the rain to cease are turning back, so that they are using the motorcycle lane in a wrong (opposite) direction. We went closer to the divider and look beyond the motorcycle lane. Apparently, the road ahead leads to a motorcycle tunnel in lower ground, and that tunnel had been slightly flooded with rain water. That is the reason they are turning back until they are near us and merge into the main highway through some opening that is available.
0143 hours (it is technically 2nd October already, but who cares).
I assume you notice (obviously) the different font style and font size that I am using? This is because I had just learned today that we could actually set the font type and size in Notepad application. Subhanallah, imagine all this while I am using Notepad, and I did not even know. I know about it today when I see my lecturer, Dr. Shahril in our PXGZ6101 class adjust the setting in Notepad when he uses it to write (dispayed on projector) as he did not bring his marker pen to class today. For your information (in case you did not know), it is at 'Format' tab --> then select 'Font'.
NOTE: If you are reading this journal entry on Blogger, never mind the above paragraph. You could only see the font in the Notepad document.
Why am I using such weird and slightly disturbing font today? Because that is how my life is today--weird and slightly (or more) disturbing. Let me start by telling you about the accident that happened when I was on my way (I will use the term 'en route' from now on) to Universiti Malaya (I will refer to it as 'UM'). Here is my story:
It was noon. I prayed Zohor at home in Section 17 and got ready to go to class at UM, which is supposed to start at 1500 hours until 1800 hours. I headed out from home at about 1345 hours. Headed straight to Izdi Motors first, because I need to get my motorcycle chain adjusted as it has been loose for a few days now.
Alhamdulillah, there was no queve at Izdi Motors. I got the chain adjusted by the kind brother in less than 5 minutes, and he refused payment. I pray to Allah, may he be blessed with multiple good returns for his good and kind deeds. Headed to UM at about 1400 hours. Entered the Federal Highway form Section 7, near the traffic lights.
So, as I was en route, I could clearly see that the sky is dark on the Kuala Lumpur (from here on referred to as 'KL') side. I could tell that inshaaAllah it will rain, sooner or later.
When I pass through Subang Jaya, it started to rain. I brought my rainsuit with me, but I prefer not to travel in the rain, especially heavy rains added with lightning storms as often happening in Shah Alam. So I decided to stop under a flyover (from now on will be referred to its correct technical term: 'road over bridge' or 'R.O.B.').
So, as I stoppped, I pulled my motorcycle very close, as close as possible to the left side of the divider, so as not to block the road. Yes, naturally I am trained by Abah well not to block the road and cause troubles to any drivers or riders. When I am sure that my motorcycle did not block the road, I stepped over through the gap at the divider to the other side of the divider, where there are soil and grass, and there were some portions with cements. In a short while, there were about 6 other motorcyclist joining me there. The rain was heavy, the wind blowing strong occasionally. More than once was the rain water blown to us, so we had to change place, moving to place with less rain water blown at us by the wind.
It was about 1435 hours or so, when we noticed that some motorcyclist who did not stop and wait for the rain to cease are turning back, so that they are using the motorcycle lane in a wrong (opposite) direction. We went closer to the divider and look beyond the motorcycle lane. Apparently, the road ahead leads to a motorcycle tunnel in lower ground, and that tunnel had been slightly flooded with rain water. That is the reason they are turning back until they are near us and merge into the main highway through some opening that is available.
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