2014 1st Posting. Ya Rabbi.. LAMANYA tak menulis.

Hi Semua.

What's up guys. Gosh, how time flies, it feels like April to me, but it's already August. (Mampusla blog berhabuk setebal buku Harry Potter).

I had a tonne of materials to publish, but somehow, I didn't get the chance to go around it. (Entahlah mengapa.) But, as they always say, that's how Allah works. He gives you no work but you seem to be occupied to the point when you feel like you  have no time on your hands. Mysterious, right?

So, to fulfill eight months worth of blog content, I'll try to make as much as possible for my 5 billion readers out there who diligently wait for me. (5 billion sangat lah kan).

Till Later.
Penjebon Tegar

Apakah merdeka bagi saya? 

1. Bebas dari dikawal oleh hawa nafsu, samada hawa nafsu diri sendiri, ataupun (lebih-lebih lagi) hawa nafsu orang lain. 

Kebanyakan penjajahan di dunia ini dari dulu sampailah sekarang adalah berpandukan nafsu. Kalau dulu, nafsu menjadi penyebab. 

Kita belajar dalam Sejarah bahawa antara sebab negara Eropah memulakan penjelajahan untuk penjajahan adalah disimpulkan kepada 3G.

-----> God a.k.a Ketuhanan

-----> Glory a.k.a Kemegahan

-----> Gold a.k.a Kekayaan

Nampak tak? 2 daripada 3 sebab di atas adalah berpandukan hawa nafsu. Nafsu yang mahu kepada kekayaan. Dan pada masa sekarang ni pulak, nafsu ni lah dijadikan alat untuk memanipulasi manusia untuk mendapatkan lebih banyak harta kekayaan. Ramai wanita yang menjatuhkan maruah diri dengan mendedahkan aurat untuk tatapan para lelaki, dan beraksi dengan aksi-aksi yang menghairahkan untuk menarik minat para lelaki. And they call that liberation? How stupid is that? To be subjected as men's play toy is liberation? Funny. 

Ring any bells folks?

2. Bebas menjadi hamba hanya kepada Al-Khaliq, dan bukannya hamba kepada makhluk.

Yang layak untuk kita perhambakan diri kita ni hanyalah Tuhan maha Pencipta sahajalah. Orang atau makhluk tidak layak dijadikan tempat memperhambakan diri sebab makhluk ni dicipta tidak sempurna dan banyak cacat celanya. 

Dan lagi satu, I don't just take anyone or anything to become my God. God has to be above and beyond creations. God begets not and nor was He begotten. :)

3. Bebas daripada keinginan kepada harta kekayaan, maruah, kemegahan dan kenamaan, cinta kepada dunia, takut kepada kematian. 

Yeah, saya memang teringin kepada Samsung Galaxy S4 Zoom. Tapi takdalah sampai tergadai akidah nakkan benda tu. Takdalah sampai sanggup tinggalkan semayang semata-mata nakkan benda tu. 

Bila fikir-fikirkan balik, saya nak benda tu untuk apa? Nak bermegah? Nak meningkatkan status sosial saya? Nak dilihat sebagai seorang yang tech-savvy? 

Bila fikir-fikirkan balik, saya taklah nak sangat S4Zoom tu. Sekadar lawak di facebook. Dapat yang TSM T3i tu pun dah besar rahmat bagi saya. 

4. Bebas daripada sifat-sifat mazmumah seperti jahat, malas, bakhil, hasad, dengki, buruk sangka, takabbur, ujub dan riya'. 

Sejujurnya, saya rasa saya memang ada sifat-sifat mazmumah ni, dan saya berusaha untuk pendam dalam-dalam, elakkan situasi di mana sifat-sifat ni boleh terbit. Selalunya akan terbit hal-hal ini kalau saya terlibat dengan mana-mana persatuan atau kelab atau pertubuhan. Jadi, saya elakkanlah daripada terlibat dengan politik secara langsung. 

Janganlah ajak saya berpersatuan, tambah-tambah lagi kalau nak bagi jawatan kat saya. 

Pseudologia Fantastica - A Sad Life of a Happy Friend.

Everybody's got  interesting stories to tell. We've been through a lot in our lives that if written down and compiled into a book, everybody feels that their story would stand a great chance against the non-fiction best seller at a famous book store. Everyone would admit that they have been through a lot -if not more than others- and they deserve to be given respect due to the difficulties that they have been through.Their lives are one undoubtedly one of the saddest, most awe-inspiring, or even funniest and note-worthy as compared to others.

I have and has been through a simple and boring life. Nothing really interesting happened to me all these years. The most interesting thing was probably that I had entered (and failed at the early stages) a nation-wide reality TV singing competition. That was really it. Unlike some people whose lives are full of drama, mine was pretty monotonous. I never had been struck by lightning, nor possibly terminal disease or sickness like cancer or leukemia, nor have I done anything great that may land my name as a front-page news.

I am not complaining. I am very thankful to have been given a stable, normal albeit boring life.

But what's with the title of this post?

Well, I have a friend whose life is so colourful that if it was drawn on a canvas, it'd look like a painting paint with 7 brushes of different colours brushed all together at the same time. This friend is a few years younger than I am but he is much smarter. He has a bright expression on his face all the time, and he is very polite.

This friend of mine is a very good looking guy, inside and out. On the outside, he is a fair straight-haired, soft-spoken, petite guy with a generous smile that brightens me up even when I am in the worst mood ever. He is the 4th child out of 5, and he has a younger brother and also three older sisters. His fragile build with a distinctive aura of innocence (I can't believe I just used the A word) has always made me want to be a big brother over him. I feel ever so compelled to protect him and guide and nurture him as I would do to my 7-year old youngest brother. It all clicked into the right places actually. He didn't have an older brother, and his father wasn't always around. Hence, for the first time in his life, he had an older brother: me.

We came to meet at the mall where I worked and he was a customer who bought the things that I was selling. I got so many good friends who were customers at first. What can I say, I am so charming, too charming for my own good. Just joking. He was so eager about the stuff his eldest sister was buying for him for his birthday and as a treat for the success of getting great grades for his SPM. I told him at that time, he was very lucky to have a sister who buys things for him. I am a first born, and had no older brother or sister to ask anything from. Since there are seven of us, well...

We became friends on facebook and exchanged phone numbers and became really close friends. I found out later that he was a wonderful person who came from a wonderful family. He reminded me a lot of myself or rather a perfect form of myself, a persona who I aspire so much to be; innocent, brilliant, smart, kind, handsome and so much more.

Is there such a perfect person?

On the sixth month of our relationship, I began to sense that his stories about his deeds weren't adding up. When I did some thinking, his stories were many times contradicting each other in many terms. Some of the stories included overlapping timeline that was impossible.

Being the evil person that I am, of course I did some digging.

To check whether his stories were true or not, I didn't confront him directly. I continued to ''buy'' his stories no matter what he told me. He once even told me that he was in the national squad of a sport and he had once represented the country to an international event. The first thing I wanted to do was of course to do a cross-reference to all of his stories. Hence, I planned a visit to his house and informed him about it. He was very reluctant about this that when I insisted, he just stopped talking to me for a week.

His house and his family would provide an opportunity for me to validate all of his great stories. He knew that. That's why he was against the idea of visiting his family. Data on his facebook account also indicated that his stories just don't add up. I stopped my investigation, and went on to the second phase, which was to dig the truth out of him.

The formula is simple; the more you open up to people, the more people will open up to you. This is the most basic friendship formula that people use, but don't realize. To get someone to open up about something, you must carefully lead a conversation into the specific topic, relate to the topic to your own experience, gain the person's trust, sometimes, opening up about embarrassing stories about yourself would take down his wall of defense as well, and it is all about how we time it.

I feel so evil writing all this. To be continued later okay? Hehehehe

Raya dan Kapitalis.

Yeah people, it's Syawal again.

Syawal ni saya belajar banyak perkara. Tahun lepas, masa raya saya kena kerja. Raya Puasa pun kerja Raya Haji pun kerja. Sejujurnya, saya merasakan semua orang patut bercuti pada Hari Raya. Tidak ada seorang pun yang patut dipaksa bekerja pada Hari Raya. Mungkin bagi jenis pekerjaan yang melibatkan nyawa seperti doktor, pegawai polis, pegawai bomba dan sebagainya, mereka barangkali perlu berkorban demi keamanan dan keselamatan. Namun kalau setakat kilang kain, ataupun shopping complex tutup sehari masa hari raya, tak salah rasanya.

Dulu, ada sebuah pasaraya milik syarikat asing yang bertapak di Malaysia telah mengambil keputusan untuk menutup operasi pasaraya mereka pada hari raya untuk memberi peluang kepada pekerjanya untuk menghabiskan masa bersama keluarga pada hari raya. Pada masa itu, pengurusan pasaraya tersebut adalah diurus tadbir oleh pegawai yang datang dari negara asal pasaraya tersebut. Setelah sekian lama, semakin ramai rakyat tempatan yang berjaya naik pangkat menyertai pasukan pengurusan dan pentadbiran rangkaian pasaraya tersebut. Baru-baru ini juga kita dapat melihat, kerusi utama kumpulan pasaraya tersebut juga diduduki rakyat tempatan. Lebih membanggakan lagi, CEO baru syarikat tersebut seorang Muslim.

Namun, agak hairan setelah banyak jawatan-jawatan tinggi telah diambil alih orang tempatan (yang beragama Islam juga ramai), keadaan tidak berpihak kepada orang tempatan. Jika dahulunya, pasaraya tersebut ditutup pada hari raya, namun kini dibuka pula. Walaupun begitu, pasaraya ini dibuka lewat supaya pekerja yang bekerja pada hari tersebut sempat bersembahyang sunat aidilfitri. Keadaan ini masih lebih baik daripada pasaraya lain yang meneruskan perniagaan seperti biasa, malah waktu perniagaan ditambah lagi menjadi lebih panjang.

Waktu perayaan adalah waktu mengaut untung bagi pasaraya-pasaraya ini. Ironinya, bulan puasa adalah bulan yang mengajar manusia mengawal nafsu, supaya dapat kita berlatih mengawal pemakanan dan perbelanjaan. Malang sekali, Syawal yang sepatutnya diraikan dengan gembira tapi sederhana telah dijenamakan semula menjadi pesta makanan, pesta melaram pakaian, dan pesta menukar perabot dan kelengkapan.

Banyak majikan yang langsung tidak mengambil berat perihal amal ibadat para pekerjanya. Menurut fahaman sekular kapitalis mereka, professionalisma pekerjaan adalah untuk memperhambakan diri kepada segala kehendak majikan tanpa mengcampur-adukkan hal-hal lain seperti keluarga, amal ibadah dan agama. Saya belum pernah melihat sebuah pasaraya yang menutup operasi sementara waktu solat jumaat misalnya. Pekerja haruslah pandai-pandai mengatur sendiri masa jika mahu keluar bersolat jumaat. Bagi pekerja kilang pula, nasib mereka lebih baik. Majikan menyediakan ruang masa dan kenderaan bagi menghantar pekerja-pekerja lelaki muslim ke masjid untuk bersolat jumaat. Banyak juga kilang yang tidak beroperasi pada hari cuti perayaan.

Pada bulan puasa pula, di kebanyakan pasaraya-pasaraya seluruh negara, operasi diteruskan tanpa ada sebarang gangguan. Bagi mereka, pelanggan lebih penting berbanding keperluan pekerja untuk berehat sejenak dan berbuka puasa setelah seharian berlapar dahaga dan berpenat lelah bekerja.

Beginilah begitu dalamnya kuku kapitalis dan sekularis mencengkam negara kita. Agama diketepikan sama sekali, dan adalah tidak professional mencampurkan hal agama ke dalam pekerjaan. Agama tiada tempatnya di tempat kerja, hanya boleh diamalkan di rumah atau di masjid sahaja.

Saya impikan melihat sebuah pasaraya yang sejahtera dan menjaga semua hak-hak pekerjanya, serta menjaga waktu amal ibadah pekerjanya.

Achik

''And hold fast, all together, by the rope which Allah (stretches out for you), and be not divided among yourselves; and remember with gratitude Allah.s favour on you; for ye were enemies and He joined your hearts in love, so that by His Grace, ye became brethren; and ye were on the brink of the pit of Fire, and He saved you from it. Thus doth Allah make His Signs clear to you: That ye may be guided.''
A-li'Imraan 3:10

Saya ada seorang sahabat super-duper-baik. Saya panggil dia Achik. Sebab apa saya panggil dia Achik? Entahlah. Sepupu dia adalah best-friend saya, dia yang panggil sepupu dia tu Achik, jadi saya ni terikut-ikut saja. 

Ironically, after a few years, we got very close. Achik and I run a Malay wedding photography and videography business together. It was because of his effort, we were able to procure many much needed equipments that made us and our business more and more successful. His efforts were a catalyst to our creativity.

Saya kenal sepupu Achik dahulu sebab kami bersekolah bersama. Kemudiannya saya kenal abang Achik; Angah kat tempat kerja. Pada satu hari yang tak berapa nak indah, saya post sekeping gambar sunset di Facebook. Gambar tu ditangkap menggunakan kamera kecil BenQ, pada hari raya ke-2 berberapa tahun lepas. Oleh kerana gambar tu, Achik hantar satu pesanan ringkas salam perkenalan antara kami. 

I didn't bother much with him. Our paths did not cross at that time. He was just an acquaintance at the time. We got a little bit closer on facebook as we commented on each others' photos and stuff. Yeah, it turned out that he likes photography too. He has his own label and brand as well. 

Pada masa beliau nak bernikah, dia tak ada photographer untuk cover majlis walimahnya. Melalui sepupu beliau, dia mintak saya tolong dia. Sejujurnya, saya tak mahu langsung pada masa tu. Saya langsung tak ada keyakinan untuk buat job tersebut. Saya rasa tak layak kerana 1. saya pakai kamera yang memang tak sesuai untuk buat wedding iaitu jenama Olympus. 2. saya memang tak ada skill untuk jadi photographer perkahwinan. Memandangkan dia pun seorang jurugambar, lagilah saya takut. Rasa macam saya kena rawat seorang doktor yang sakit. Macam tu lah perumpamaannya. 

I got into it after I was persuaded by my bestie. I thought he was going to help me, but darn it, he was absent. The day came and I did it anyways. 

Saya dipinjamkan kamera Canon EOS 7D untuk digunakan pada hari tersebut. Cuaknya tak terkiralah. Sudahlah saya buat kerja sorang-sorang, kawan baik pun hilang entah ke mana. Guna kamera orang yang mahal pulak tu. Nak kena jaga baik-baik, kalau rosak tak tertanggung saya. Para hadirin majlis pulak merupakan dari keluarga orang kaya-kaya, orang berada, orang bandar yang moden, cool dan trendy. 

Saya memang rasa macam tak kena pada tempat. Like fish out of water orang putih cakap. Saya ni orang kampung. Mengaji sekolah arab, mana reti nak socialize dengan orang-orang bandar yang dandy macam diorang tu. Pakaian saya pun selekeh, memang rasa malu sangat-sangat duduk di kalangan diorang. But, I held my own.  Orang tua-tua cakap, kalau kita rendah diri, ke mana pun orang suka. My resolve was (like it has always been whenever I am in a situation): this will end no matter what, just get it done, and go home. 

Saya pun berjanjilah kepada diri saya, taknak dah buat wedding orang kaya-kaya ni. Segan. Saya selesa duduk bersembang dengan orang kampung. Saya dilahirkan di kampung. Membesar di kampung. Senang dengan cara kampung.  Even sampai sekarang pun. 

Kemudiannya kami bertiga dapat idea untuk bergabung bersama untuk buat perniagaan sampingan menjadi jurugambar perkahwinan. Pada ketikanya saya pun dah tak berapa nak mahu sangat buat wedding ni (padahal masa tu ligat ja buat job sana sini- nampak sangat menipu). Tiga orang yang berbeza, kamera pun lain-lain jenama masa tu. Canon, Nikon dengan Olympus. Hahaha. Canon dengan Nikon tu boleh tahan lagi. Yang Olympus tu yang tak boleh nak tahan sangat. Dalam Pulau Pinang ni, rasanya ada 2 orang saja yang guna Olympus untuk buat wedding. Saya dengan Cik Azira Ahmad. Kedua-duanya dah pun lompat parti. 

Kami semua tukar kepada Canon. 

Berbalik kepada Achik, lepas walimah sebelah keluarga dia, persaudaraan kami menjadi semakin akrab. Dengan adanya perniagaan kami bersama ni pulak, semakin akrablah kami berdua. Sehari kurang-kurangnya mesti call sekali. Kena dengar suara masing-masing barulah lengkap hari kami. Kemudiannya bestie saya tu pulak pindah ke Negeri Sembilan untuk kerja, maka tinggallah kami berdua.

Honestly, bagi pihak saya sendiri, saya letak achik tu jauh-jauh sikit, tak dekat sangat dalam hati saya ni. Sebab saya takut, kalau rapat sangat, nnt bila sampai satu masa, persahabatan ni berakhir, saya jugak yang merana hati. Saya tak berani berkawan rapat dengan siapa-siapa pun. Susah saya nak buka hati saya kat sesiapa. Memang komplikasi saya. Walaupun saya ni ramah mesra dengan orang, jujurlah saya katakan, semuanya sekadar di permukaan saja. Saya takut dengan komitmen. Saya segan nak berkawan dengan orang. Saya rasa diri saya ni tak ada pengaruh positif kepada orang. Saya rasa orang tak berminat nak berkawan dengan saya. Cukuplah sekadar jadi kenalan sahaja. Kenalan untuk sembang kosong, berbual-bual yang tak bermakna. Rakan tempat kerja. 

Kalau adapun orang yang berjaya buka hati saya macam bestie saya tu, saya pilih atas sebab dakwah dan tarbiyyah. Bila ada seseorang yang saya rasa mampu menjadi pengaruh positif kepada saya, dia pulak mampu membuat saya berubah kepada yang lebih baik, orang begitulah yang saya jadikan sahabat baik dunia dan akhirat. 

Itu pun tak ramai. boleh dibilang dengan jari sebelah tangan sahaja. 

Dengan Achik pulak, walaupun rapat, saya adakan batas-batas antara kami berdua. Bukanlah tak percayakan dia. Tapi, orang baik macam dia tak patut saya susahkan dengan masalah-masalah, dan tak patut saya bebankan dengan apa-apa sekalipun. 

Baru-baru ni, saya hampir-hampir hilang nyawa saya. Dalam proses rawatan, doktor cakap saya dapat depression. Katanya biasa bagi orang yang mendapat trauma untuk jadi tertekan dan menjadi murung. Orang yang kemurungan ni macam-macam dalam fikirannya. Dalam masa ni lah Achik tak putus-putus cuba menghubungi saya. Bagi semangat, motivasi dan sebagainya. Sorang lagi adalah Hanafi.

Takyahlah cerita sampai detail. Malu lah.

Selepas kejadian tu lah saya sedar, rupa-rupanya dia betul-betul sayangkan saya. Walaupun ada wahan dalam hati saya hari tu. Tapi wahan yang depression-induced memang takleh pakai kan? Masa tu saya rasa saya ni banyak dipergunakan. Orang berkawan dengan saya untuk pergunakan saya sahaja. Habis diguna, buanglah macam penyapu. Pada satu ketika memang saya rasa dipergunakan oleh Achik. Setiap kali dia call pun nak tanya pasal album, kerja, client.  Kalau tak kerana benda tu, memang jangan haraplah. Saya rasa dia cuma baik dengan saya supaya saya boleh siapkan kerja saja. 

Alhamdulillah, semuanya tak benar. Wallahua'lam.

InsyaAllah, saya berazam nak buka hati saya kepada orang. Bermula dengan Achik. Bila dikenang-kenangkan, dia banyak buka isi hati dia kat saya. Jadi, adillah kalau saya buat perkara yang sama dengan dia. 

p/s: baru-baru ni Achik cakap dia pitam di tempat keja. terus saya rasa sakit hati. Achik kerja teruk sangat sampai kurus dah dia sekarang. dulu tembam skit. hensemlah. tapi sekarang dah kering sangat. banyak benda nak buat. jaga anak isteri, kerja, meniaga. Jagalah kesihatan achik. kalau achik sakit, sapa nak jaga anak bini achik?

Risaulah jugak sampai terbawak dalam mimpi. Tapi nak risau lebih2 takut tak kena pada tempatnya. Orang dah ada isteri. Biarlah isteri dia yang risaukan. ye tak? Tapi, achik just jaga diri ok? Kalau agak2 tak lalu makan, mai sini meh orang tolong suapkan. Hahahaha

English Dreams.

I have been experiencing weird dreams lately. They are not nightmares, it has been quite some time since I had a nightmare. Lately I always dream that I float. In my dreams, I could even decide where I am going to float to, how high I'd like to float, and even how fast I would like to go. I have had the floating dreams for many months now. They felt very real that sometimes when I wake up, I would 'demand' my body to float to the bathroom. Silly isn't it. After a while I would just realize that I can't actually float and then I'd know that I had a floating dream again. The floating comes naturally in my dreams. The mechanism is simple. In order to float, I would have to hold my breath. The more I hold in, the higher I'd float. I realized that years in when I was in school. I dreamed that I floated to my uncle's house in KL.

The technique evolves over time. Nowadays, I have more control over the floating compared to a few years back. I can now float a specific height instead of just floating aimlessly. I could just float a few inches off the ground with controlled breathing, and lately I can drift myself to wherever I want to. I haven't quite mastered my drifting speed yet. But, I can maneuver myself like in those kung-fu movies where some of them could drift gracefully slow-mo. Man how I wish I can do that in real life.

Recently, the past few days, I have been having weirder dreams. In my dreams, I would be speaking English. What's so weird about that? It's only that I have never had English dreams before as far as I can remember. English is not my mother-tongue. I live in a community where English is roughly not needed at all. I don't speak English to my family members as they are not fluent in that language. I only started speaking English when I was 9 or 10. I don't live in an English language-conducive environment. I only use English in Facebook, but not all of the time. I watch English movies, but I don't think that would be a factor that causes my English dreams.

I have heard from a famous Muslim scholar of comparative religion subject Allahyarham Ahmed Deedat that we dream in our mother tongue.

It's not weird to dream bilingually, most people do dream in two or more languages. In Canada where people speak French and English, I reckon that people over there dream in two languages. But it's weird for me though, having English dreams for 5 consecutive days is just weird.

Bukan nak berlagak, dan bukan nak poyo. Cumanya perkara ni terjadi dan saya rasa agak pelik. Itu sahaja.


Sedikit fakta menarik tentang mimpi;

1. Orang cacat penglihatan juga bermimpi. Mimpi mereka adalah mimpi bunyi-bunyian kalau mereka buta sejak lahir, dan kalau buta selepas lahir, mereka boleh mendapat mimpi biasa berdasarkan apa yang mereka pernah lihat sebelum mereka menjadi buta.

2. Lelaki lebih banyak bermimpi tentang lelaki berbanding mimpi tentang perempuan. Perempuan pula bermimpi mengenai kedua-dua jantina.

3. Lebih sejuk tempat tidur anda, lebih buruklah mimpi anda.

4. Manusia boleh mati kalau tak tidur lebih dari 10 hari. (Which almost happened to me back in June)

5. Orang yang ada penyakit berkaitan emosi dan mental kurang bermimpi berbanding orang normal.

6. Tema-tema mimpi yang biasa: mimpi gugur gigi, terjatuh, terbang, terlewat sampai ke tempat penting seperti perperiksaan, mimpi dikejar, dan mimpi diserang.

7. Orang yang sedang berdengkur tak boleh bermimpi.

8. Kita banyak mimpikan rumah, terutamanya di ruang tamu. Jarang orang mimpikan sekolah atau tempat kerja.
 

Diary.

My cousin visited me the other day. She and her husband wanted to do some shopping for Eid, and they don't really know the way around. She had requested for some pictures of her wedding to be burned into a DVD, so as it was a very last minute request, I didn't even have time to go out and buy some. 

I remembered that I still have some blank ones lying around somewhere, so my whole room was heaved upwards. I found the DVDs and pleasantly surprising; a torn page out of my diary.

I used to keep a journal when I was in high school. I didn't write everyday. When something happens that is worth remembering, I'd write that down. Sometimes I just write to pass some time. The torn pages of that diary came from the time when I was 19.   I wrote:

''...life's turning out to be better and better for me. There are some days that I actually look forward for tomorrow. It has been a long time since I felt that.

       I decided to take that offer from KUTPM (now MSU) to do TESL degree and turn down the Biology offer from the other IPTAs (public institute of higher learning). Have you heard about how low the percentage of IPTS (private institute of higher learning) students (should have written graduates instead- right?) who are jobless? I'll take my chances with IPTS rather than IPTA. But I postponed it so I could gather some money for myself and to make sure I finish what I started here in Penang. 

     I've got projects to do, I'll tell you about it when everything runs smoothly. ''

In the end, while I was working, I got an offer from UNiSEL instead. Since it was an even bigger institution, I decided to pass that offer from KUTPM and went to UNiSEL. But that is another story to be told. 

Most Favourite and Most Supportive and Most Motivated and Most Innocent Classmate Ever!