Sunday, March 29, 2009

We Once Were One: A Story Of Classmate

The day that we first met,
in my mind I still see,
you sitting in the class room, looking for some company.
I alone myself, sat down with you that day,
neither of us knowing what the hell to say.
But we got through the awkward times, and quickly came to be,
the best of friends to eachother, we could ever be.
The closer we grew, the more we left, the other world behind,
just me and you we jumped into a new place totally blind.
We prayed together our friendship forever, and always would stay the same,
but time has passed, only memories last, and little friendship remains.
WE ONCE WERE ONE! I screamed at you, I want my best friend back!
But we both realized at once it was that bond we lacked.
You think it doesn't hurt me, to see us back to two,
looking to my left and right to see there is no you.
But we both are moving on now, lets do it gracefully,
I hope our friendship still lives on in you memory.

Originally written by: Manda

I found this friendship poetry just now. I was so into it. It really touched me at the bottom of my heart. It reminds me of a school-friend of mine (it was... once). There were three of us. We were classmates Whenever and wherever, we are meant to be together. No matter where we go (to the cafeteria, laboratory, school-office, library, classes and etc.), we always go together. And some called us as "Three Musketeers".
But, this one (one of us)... I knew him before, he was such a pleasant guy. He cared for others. He cared for me. And every time when I was in trouble, he would not just ask what is the problem. Besides, he will think up something appropriate, and will do it for me. Oh, how great to have a friend like him, right? We always did online chatting with each other. We shared things and many more. But, unfortunately that was once. (ە˘_˘ە)

Nowadays, I found out that he no longer cares about me. I see that he no longer wants to be friend of mine. And as for my observation, he is such a choosy in friendship. He no longer contacts me. No longer text-messages me. I think, he has forgot me, for sure. I don't know if I got this wrong, maybe this only my self-side feeling. But, that was what I observed.

I am really sad with what had happened. But I will never forget him though. I never regret that I was once had a friend like him. He as a friendship will always stay in my memory. And I think, he is no longer my friend. He is only my ex-classmate. Whatever happened, I always hope that he will always happy/have fun/have a nice day in his life. And, I hope he will always success in pursuing his dreams. Plus, I will never forget his good offices. So long...

Mohiz M. Faiz

An Evening With Kway Teow For Two

26th of March 2009 (Thursday)

Assalamualaikum, and a very good day to you all, guys.

We meet again in my next post. Thank you for keep reading my posts. I really appreciate you all.

On 26th of March (Thursday), the same day,after I had finished with my driving-test, I had a ''date'' with my friend in the evening. She is actually a counselor in the school of mine.
We went to one of the famous "kway teow kerang (cockles)" stalls, located in Simpang Kuala, ermm... I think. I don't know the actual name of the location... haha. Because, she was the one who drove me there.

The fried "kway teow kerang" was really nice and delicious that I could eat it more than one dish. But, I would not do that and please don't do that if it is not necessary (not nice). Like some people said, "...makan sebelum lapar, berhenti sebelum kenyang...". This statement is true though.

Do you know what is kway teow? Kway teow literally "flat noodles" is a popular noodle in Malaysia and Singapore. This noodle is best served as char kway teow, literally "fried flat noodles". But in Malaysia, char kway teow is served as soaked fried kway teow. While, fried kway teow is another dish that is served in dried one. But actually, char kway teow means fried kway teow.

The term "Char kway teow" is a transliteration of the Chinese characters "炒粿條", based on the Min Nan spoken variation of the Chinese language. More precisely, "炒粿條" is pronounced as chhá-kóe-tiâu in Min Nan, and cháo guǒtiáo in Mandarin. (credited to Wikipedia)

But, as an advice, please don't take fried kway teow too often. Because, it has a reputation of being unhealthy due to its high saturated fat content.

Wah! Dah lari tajuk ni... hehe. Sorry.

All in all, I really had a good time with her. She is such a pleasant woman, who really cares about others, and we always share stories to each other. She is also such a good listener. Thank you so much, may Allah bless you always.

I hope this moment will come again, even though tomorrow will never be the same again as today. This memory will always stay in my heart. (*^_^*)

Good day, bubbye.

Mohiz MFM

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Driving-test Day: Worth Long Waiting For

26th of March 2009.

Assalamualaikum and good day, guys.

Guess what, guys? I passed my driving-test! Alhamdulillah, praise be to Allah ta'ala. You know what, the few days before the driving-test day, I was very afraid, that I hardly ate. I lost my appetite. And I was having butterflies in my stomach. But, alhamdulillah, it was all went through as smooth as silk. Just wanna let you guys know, I went to the driving-school at 8.00 a.m., and my name was announced at about 10.45 a.m.. Fuuhh, it was a really long wait. And I started my driving-test at nearly 1.00 p.m.. I was the 179th driving-test candidates. While I was waiting for my turn, I watched the other candidates doing their driving-test. Some had passed it, and some had failed. While I was watching them, my heart beat so fast. I was very afraid, and it worried me so much. At about 1.00pm, my number was announced. And I had to start my driving-test now. The part that I was afraid so much is the mendaki bukit part. I had to drive and make sure the car's front tyres are on the yellow line. That was a very challenging part though. But I know that I had practice many time and I will try my best. And, there you go... I passed. (*^_^*) After that, I had to do the parking test. This part is simple, if you follow all the step-by-step correctly. And alhamdulillah, I made it successfully. After all was done, I had to take the driving-test form to the registration counter, and I had to wait again, for the on-the-road test.

I began the on-the-road test at about 1.30 pm. Frankly speaking, I hate my tester. He hardly smiled, hardly talked and I hate the way he gave me his look. Like a lion.... hehe. He thinks that he is handsome enough, HAH???? Urrghh... whatever. As long as I passed the test. Hahaha.

One thing that is proven today is, "practice makes perfect". This idiom is true. The more you practice, the better you will become. And, the better you can do. And it always takes time for you to practice to be perfect. We human-being could not be perfect, but at least try to be one. And we must be patient in everything. And today, I learned that patience is always worth everything.

Thanks for reading, have a nice day. I am really glad to share with you all, guys. Later then... bubbye. (*^_^*)

Mohiz MFM

Monday, March 2, 2009

Assalamualaikum, and good day to all visitor.

This is my very first time to have my own blog. And this is my first time to start writing. I don't really know about this stuff. But I would like to give it a try. And here I am. :-)

I created this blog, just for fun. To fill my free time. Writing a blog can be also as a part of my hobbies. And, I created this blog, just to share with people a few things. But, this blog is not for CAREER PURPOSE. Plus, maybe to release my tension. (excuse myself...hehe...)

Writing is actually a fun and enjoyable hobby. But, sometimes we are too lazy to write or read (that is me, actually...hehe). But I hope I can give it a try. All the best to me. Thank you, people. Muahhh!!!

Mohiz MFM


Thank you for visiting my blog and a very pleased welcome to you. In this blog, I would to share everything or anything I want... hehe. But, I hope you all will enjoy reading it. (*^_^*)

Mohiz MFM

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