27th Februari 2010 ( Al Raqib - Yang Maha Mengawasi )

Tanggal 27hb Februari, merupakan suatu lagi tarikh, dimana kunci pintu masuk MPEC (MISSIB Professional & Educational Centre), rosak. Ini merupakan kali ke - 3, dan melalui rujukan, didapati pintu tersebut dirosakkan oleh seseorang.

Pada kali ke - 2, saya sendiri terkurung didalam.

Memandangkan, MPEC selaku sebuah institusi tidak pernah, menganiaya sesiapa, dan pada masa yang sama, telah berkali-kali diperlakukan sebegini, semoga mereka yang mempunyai PhD tersebut (samada yang melakukannya & yang menyokongnya), dilaknat Allah Azza Wa Jall..(wallahi, wabillahi, watallahi...)

Seperti yang ditulis di Wall Facebook saya (sebelum kejadian terkini ini berlaku), ...kenapa orang yang tidak bersalah.... ini adalah antara sebabnya..

Pada 2008, MPEC diugut, oleh Penjawat Awam (Keselamatan), pada 2005 - 2007 pula adalah cercaan dari Penjawat Awam di Putrajaya..Hanya pada 2009, MPEC tenang dari tsunami, kini, pada awal tahun 2010, sabotaj bermula lagi..

"It is impossible to please all of the people, all of the time", tapi perkara yang terjadi kepada MPEC, adalah berdasarkan kepada situasi iaitu keadaan yang berlaku. Tiada fitnah melulu, tiada tuduhan yang tidak berasas..

"...dan adalah aku menjadi saksi terhadap mereka, selama aku berada diantara mereka. Maka setelah Engkau wafatkan (angkatkan) aku, Englaulah yang mengawasi mereka. Dan Engkau adalah Maha Menyaksikan segala sesuatu" (Surah Al-Ma'idah : Ayat 117)

Whitney Houston - When U Believe

Thanks Alex,
I know it was tough when you were living in Australia, and now that you are married & living in Taiwan with the girl you met in Australia,
Still, I never forget what you said about about this song.
Life goes a long way...
Congratulations, you made it...
Happy Chinese New Year..

Many nights we pray

With no proof anyone could hear

And our hearts a hopeful song

We barely understand

Now we are not afraid

Although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains long

Before we know we could



There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who know what miracle

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe



In this time of fear

When prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seems like the summer birds

Too swiftly flown away

And now I am standing here

My heart's so full I can't explain

Seeking faith and speaking words

I never thought I'd say



There can be miracles

When you believe (When you believe)

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who know what miracle

You can achieve (You can achieve)

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe



They don't always happen when you ask

And it's easy to give in to your fear

But when you're blinded by your pain

Can't see you way safe through the rain

Thought of a still resilient voice

Says love is very near



There can be miracles (miracles)

When you believe (When you believe)

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who know what miracles

You can achieve (You can achieve)

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

You will when you believe

You will when you believe

Just believe

You will when you believe

Memories

There comes a times in everyone’s life - where there is a need to get rid of the past and embrace the present. However, as I look at the ageing memento, I was reminded of my trip to Japan many years ago, in particular when I was in the Hida Village. It has been years since I’d thought about the village. Indeed, had it not been for the souvenir of that trip, I might never have thought about the Village again. The memory of the Village and that day would simply have been lost, forever. Then, there was this beer mat taken from a Pub in Koln, Germany, and the programme from watching Godsend Theatre in London, plus the newspaper I collected warning about the millennium bug on the new year’s eve of 2000. Like everyone else, I have no control over what I can and cannot remember. Some early childhood memories are so clear, I feel as if I’m reliving something that took place 5 minutes ago - or so it seems to me. But ask me, what I had for lunch yesterday, and would be hard pushed to tell you. Other memories fall between these two extremes.

I can remember where I went for my adventure and lived in trains and buses, migrating from people’s houses, but not all the details. I can’t remember every play, everyone whom I seek help when I lost my way, the name of the old Bulgarian man who gave way for me at Moscow Airport, or the pleasant Egyptian whom I chat with at Jeddah Airport just before I enter the plane, even the Lebanese who offered me chocolate while I was on transit in Doha, or every person who made me laugh or change my point of view. I remember some of them, but others need tangible to jog my memory. Indeed, without photographs, cards and souvenirs, much of my past would be gone forever.

That day, I closed my drawer of memories without getting rid of a single thing. There is merit in remembering certain events, people who’ve touched me in some way, and activities experienced for the first time (or even the last time) as I went for Biro Tata Negara, in Kaki Bukit Camp in Perlis, many many years ago..

I wonder what happened to the 5 year old boy in Siberia, who came to me, begging for money so that he could buy his lunch. What happened to him today, has he manage to get meals every time he is hungry. Has become a matured teenager or has he become... I can only hope and pray, the future i.e. today is a happier day for him..and all those, who have tried to make others happy..

May the Blessing of God shine upon them...