my precious moment

After completing lower secondary examinations and get good results, I offered to further my studies at Royal Military College,Sungai Besi.

                                                                                                                                   There a lot of knowledge and experience that I can learn, that in what is not available in other schools.So, here I would like to share a little history of the RMC and the bittersweet experience during my two years of study at RMC.

      RMC history started on July 3, 1952 in Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan. When it was known as the Malay Regiment Training Centre of Pre Officer Cadet Training Unit and the Boys Company. RMC take its first students in September 1952 saw 74 boys aged 14 and 15 years selected from 1000 applications to study. On December 17, 1953, the name changed to the existing Federation Military College (FMC), Which is a burst of inspiration charter Malayan High Commissioner, Field Marshall Sir Gerald Templer Tun. 

       After eight years in Port Dickson, on June 20, 1961, FMC Transferred to the present location at Sungai Besi Camp, Kuala Lumpur. And on January 1, 1966, FMC's name changed to the Royal Military College (RMC) or the Royal Military College (RMC). RMC has been awarded the Royal aloft by the King at the time, Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah on June 3, 1981 at Stadium Merdeka.

       Once again history sketched the Royal Military College (RMC) when the institution moved to its new building at the Bukit Belimbing, Balakong in early 2014. Certainly for 243 Prince who graduated Form 5, Annual Parade Ceremony and Prize Giving 2013 RMC recently left the nostalgia of great significance for them because the last group before RMC operate new campuses.

       History of student begins as soon as set foot on earth for hire RMC. Life experienced by every student is filled with the life cycle of the schedule and discipline and established full military-like culture. The juniors are taught by senior how to adapt to life in the RMC as monitored by coaches from various expertise in ATM services. All Activities are done together to integrate and co-operation in the spirit of camaraderie to ensure That the ultimate goal of producing the establishment of the RMC achieved the potential future leaders. RMC has been established to realized the charter RMC.

 "Preparing Youth for Malaysia Takes Place As Officers in the Malaysian Armed Forces, Being Senior Officials of Public Service Leaders-leading position in the field of Professional, Trade and Enterprise Nation."

       As stated above, we are busy with all sorts of activities provided by the RMC.For example; marching, shooting, kayaking, statury matching, map reading, camp, survival training, camps, boxing and others.

       In an annual camp, we were left in the forest by a determined group. we are supplied with enough food for a little one to eat with all the members of the group that night. Therefore, we had to practice the science of survival taught us not to be hungry for a few days. we find any fruit or anything edible. As we move safely, we had to dig up the ground looking for worms as one of the fast food available in desperation.

       As I said earlier experience like this is difficult to be obtained, but we need to seize the opportunity to participate in activities. so untill here jelah my babble, I hope to share more my experiences in the future, waiting for ya.Bye

my lovely pet in hometown

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

firstly thanks to Allah tht gave me a chance to write a post today.
i want to story about my beloved pet in hometown. If I tell about my pet maybe most people think a kitten or
a bird or something adorable. but, it's something little bit different about my pet. my first pet at hmetown is a chick. This chick very different with the others chick and chicken. She is female one. I dont remembered what a nickname i gave her in a past, but I replace it with "MANJA".

i have this pet when I come back to hometown when I'm child. My grandmother told me that she have one chick that she very love and played more with Manja. I call my grandmother Tok. She teach me how to call Manja. Just said "kurrr, kurrr, kurrr", Manja will come in front. I shoked when Manja came in front of us. I ran into the house. Tok launghing at me. After that, Tok call me to come out and play with Manja.

 I will be played with Manja in a day time. Sometimes, if i bored I'll be calledher to play. She is a good friend. I love played with her and I love her more than the others animals. Tok take care of Manja like her child, because Manja will be treat her as like as her mother. Very spoiled and active chick.

When Hari Raya Korban holiday, I came to Tok house. Then I call Manja. But she doesn't come to me. I wondered where she go. I ask Tok where Manja and Tok said that Manja has gone. I cried when Tok said that half of her chicken die. Aspecially Manja. I ask Tok why they die, Tok said one big lizard come to chicken coop and eat half of them. Included Manja. I cried infront Tok and said to her I'll be revenged to that big lizard. But that's my word when i:m child, when I remembered and thinking back it nonsense to take a claim on Manja's death.

I hoped that I'll be found at least one chick like Manja to make a pet again in my house. When I remember about Manja I'll be crying. I very misses her. That all for my story. I hope thatI have a chance to shared more interest story soon.

Kibak's house Raya Memory

I kept getting in mind that this year raya would be the same as the past raya. visiting our relatives, my friends coming over at my house, eating kuih raya that we do not have at home and others. but I was wrong. instead, my whole family spend raya at only my grandfather’s house whom we call ‘kibak’.

Kibak was a very respected man. He used to be one of the active member of UMNO in the way back to the Merdeka era. He was one of the figure that manage to go to Kuala Lumpur to be against the formation of Malayan Union. When UMNO in Terengganu went through political unrest and affairs, kibak sacrifice his position as ADUN Batu Rakit to Datuk Nik Hassan in 1972 as the new MB of Terengganu.

All I can say is that kibak was once a very influential figure. I respect and admire him so much. back to the main story, when our family decided that we are going to spend the whole week of raya at kibak’s house I was like “what the hell”. I know its not nice of me to say that, but what about my plan I had think of, how am I gonna eat kuih raya at my mom’s cousins house (believe me they got really delicious kuih raya available at their house. don’t know how they got it. hope my mom bought it next time) and what about my friends visit to their teacher’s house(which is also my house).i got those thought on my mind. We spend the whole day and night at kibak’s house. when we got back home? in the morning. Yes. We get back home just to take our morning bath and changed clothes. We do it in shift. First car went home early before subuh and second car at about 7-8 a.m as I got 10 family member.so half and half as the car that we have is just a Prius and a very ancient (at least to me)  Perodua Kelisa that was bought when I am still 7 years old.yeah.7 years old. That car is already 11 years old and I cant wait for it to break down so that my dad will buy a new car.

Anyway, back to the point, we shift like that every morning for the whole week. I was like bored already with this kind of life. even my duit raya for this year is just little. Does not even stuck on my teeth. but that does not mean that I am not willing to take care of my dying grandfather. I am sad too that kibak is going to leave us forever. But the situation on this house is a little bit different to me. As in the story or drama, when people are dying they mourn. well I can as well say that I expected that to happen. But expect the unexpected. We seems to be happy to be able to gather together and spend most of our time at kibak’s house. It was like that kibak’s dying brought us together. At some point, I felt happiness came through.

I used to be very close to my relatives when our family live in kibak’s house. But when we move out, and my mom had to change school in ‘kampung’, we all had to do so. After that, we are not as close as before as we cannot meet everyday, play together and many other things that we used to do like before. Everytime we met as we grows up we feel awkward to each other. But everything change at kibak’s house this year. We all got closed together again as we used to be in the past years when we are still a little children. This year raya was the most priceful and the most valuable memory of my life. Everyday we chit chatting like there is no end, cook and eat maggi together, make Milo at night and share it together, play video games together and many others. No words could describe how meaningfull these experience are to me. This memories, I will perish it all my life.

Taken in Raya 2007..the whole family from my mom's side

Kibak,by the name of  Dato’ Mansor Bin Mohamad,  died on 31 July 2014 at the age of 89 at around  6:30 p.m and was buried at about 9:30 a.m at Tanah Perkuburan Islam Kampung Kubang Parit on 1 August 2014. May ALLAH bless him. Amin.

My Beloved One's

                  My Beloved One's

      Father..it have been a long time ago I had not said or called that word.Before..11 years ago..I have a father...a very closed father..a very charming and good looking father...very protective...I'm very closed to him compared to my mum.But,since that tragedy happen, I lose my beloved father.

    Divorce..I really hate that word...I wondering why that word exist in this world...It gives me a very big impact.My parents divorce when I'm 7 years old.I just starting my school.I don't know what is meant by divorce till one day my mum said that "your father can't live with us anymore..he work very far away".Now, I understand what my mum was saying about.

    When changes happened in my family it took awhile to get used to it. It was hard at first to understand what was going on and what would happen next. For example, sometimes I missed my father a lot after he moved and I felt lonely without him. Things just were not the same after he left. It took awhile to get used to this changes.

     Sometimes, I got jealous with my friends that have a father. Their father will send and fetch them from school. Their father will come to sign for the report card. But, I'm grateful because my mum do all such thing. She is a very patient and hardworking woman that I ever known. People always said that it is better to lose a father rather than to lose a mother. To me, my mum is my mother and also my father.

     Now, I live happily with my beloved family even thought father is not with us anymore. After that tragedy, I never seen my father till this day. Really deep...deep in my heart..I rally miss him..I want to meet him even for a second. That's all I want to share. Thank you for reading.

NOTES FOR MY MUM

I praise Allah for send you my love

You give me wings and make me fly

You touch my hair like you touch the sky

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I could't speak

You were my eyes when I could't speak

NOTES FOR MY FATHER

I want to love you

If you only knew how much I love you

You would ever know how much I miss you

I feel it in my heart but I don't show it

THE ELEVENTH HOUR

I'm just finish reading 'Contengan Jalanan' by Hlovate.. What an interesting novel! You should read it guys! 5 stars,i recommended :) Well, the novels was really really touch my heart.. It's a story about the two man who still searching what is the point of their life.. Then, what i really really into it because i've read this sentence 'A man who decided to change on the 12th hours dies on the 11th'.. I've read this before but i don't remember where i found it before.. Hlovate told that there have a video about that quotes and the tittle was 11th Hour.. Thus, i found it..

For me death can happen suddenly in anywhere, and in any age.. Thus, as long as we have a chance, try to change..times waits for no man guys.. Grab the chance to change, there's no time to wait.. -Reminder for me too-

Besides of the video, i think here is also related.. 'If Today Was Your Last Day' by Nickelback.. try to intepret the song... It is about what will happen if today was our last day, coz maybe tomorrow we don't have a chance to live in this world again or died.. So, what we will do for the last day we alive??

'Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life'

Seriously, this two video really inspired me.. Change 'till we have time to change.. Death is sure, but when?? We doesn't know when we will leave this world.. Maybe tomorrow, maybe 2 days later or maybe another hours.. 

From 'The Life of This World Is a Transient Shade' " My similitude and that of the life of this world is that of a traveler who took a rest at mid-day under a shade of a tree and then left it." (Ahmad, at-Tirmidhi, Ibn Majah and al-Hakim)


Thanks for read this. I hope it inspire your life.

Futsal For Charity

assalamualaikum and hye darl !

thanks for visiting here. 

futsal.

it kind a thing that too familiar to boys. well, we all already knew about. the ball is everything. but, the most irritating about futsal is, 8 people keep on chasing A BALL. whaaaaat?? but, that is what make it awesome. I do admit that. yes, seriously. that is what make all the feeling come out. fear, happy, proud, panic. haha. and terrible sometimes. 

well, this event was held last weekend. 16th and 17th August. DPNT, Agribiz, was held this event. they held this game for charity. maybe, thats all what I know about this event. yes, I think. hehe.

we, had sent a team. we named it EVOLUTION ! sounds great right? and we are great actually. haha. 

we started our game with a great starting. hehe. our first match had met us with DPH semester 1 ..

and, we WON ! actually it a little bit shock for us. not so easy to compete with them. they are taller and bigger than us. but, size didn't matter. it was approved by us. haha. 

then, it brought us to meet the second team in our group, DPNT semester 1. and we WON again! wooooohhhhoooooo!! we won it with 2 - 1 goals.. DPNT got 1 goal and that goal make our first bad record for abandon :'(

the time reached us to compete with senior DPI. quite though and competitive game. yes, REALLY! with the hot burning sun. aahhhh! but in our mind is only we need to win it. it is because we want to show to our senior DKHP that we can do our best. hmm actually from what we heard ,,we are the first team from DKHP course that participate the futsal match. haha.. that it so amazing.. by looking at their physically. it make us more nervous than before. and it ended by 0-0.

the last team, senior DPNT. Alhamdulillah and thank to Allah because had given us another chance to win the match..we won it easily with 3-0 goals.. I think it was easy for us to make the goals because they all were tired.

so for the group match we won the first place by collecting 10 points..yahooo!! we were so excited with that result .. that result made us being qualified us to the semi final match. Alhamdulillah :)

team with coach

                                         

team ; EVOLUTION united

 .. the sad story is our EVOLUTION team got the forth place. but that is not the important thing to take it so serious.. the very important thing is, how we appreciate the time that Allah had given to us to manure cooperation with each other..

winning or losing, is not the goal. the important is, learning from it :)

okey. .that's all for this story. thank you for reading ;)

au revoir ami !

Putra Cultural Night :)

Assalamualaikum and Hello readers, :)

nice greeting ya. ahahaha.

well. the title sounds great right. it might amuse you. well it really interesting for me.
how to start ya? actually I'm not really sure how to begin the story. well, I'll try to bring you.

Putra Cultural Night !

it was a night. ya, we all know right. haha. on 9th August, UPMKB has held it. well actually, it a big shock for us. yes, we knew it already, before we going back for Raya, but it just too early for us. it was the time that everyone has not come to campus. I mean, majority. so there was only few that included their selves to this event. some gives a good cooperation, some just, you know, I'm sure you know.

this event has paired the girls' collages and boys' collages. they paired five couples. and we have to choose a theme - country for our couple block. it must not to be Malaysia. it must be the other country. so then , ,
block A and block F - India (Hindustan).
block B and block G - Africa (Madagascar).
block C and block J - Brazil.
block D and block I - Egypt.
block E and block H - Indonesia (Jawa).

they have decided.

so, with this theme, they must perform a dance and fashion show.

within less than a week, they practised the dance for their country.

thank God, it done nicely. bravo fellas!

it was so wonderful.

all blocks gave their best in both performances - dance and fashion show.

every block has their own creativity, ability, and capability.

result for the competition :
first place ; block E and block H - Indonesia (Jawa)
second place ; block D and block I - Egypt
third place ; block A and block F - India (Hindustan)
forth place ; block C and block J - Brazil
fifth place ; block B and block G - Africa (Madagascar)

this activity really bonds the integrity between all UPMKBians.

everyone really enjoyed that moment. Cultural Night was the first to be held in UPMKB.

UPMKB always do any activity that could bond the integrity among their students.

I'm proud to be UPMKBians. :)

last but not least, please to lend your eyes to some picture of our Putra Cultural Night moment.

blok AF (Hindustan)

if you turn a smiling face on the world, you've got a chance of finishing up a good-looking old person

thank you for visiting darla ;)
adios amigos !