semangat selepas raya!

selepas bebrapa dekad aku hanyut dalam keseronokan dunia, aku rasa its time to change. i wanna read more books to put in more inputs to my already-blurred and empty brain. i wanna work smarter, not merely harder. i want to be a great and nice person. a person, worth to be remembered. a person who is able to leave not only one mark in ur heart but numerous.

i wanna make different things, good things. leave all the teriible deeds. i wanna smile more and more. i wanna make people smile endlessly.

i try to hate fight, tyr to hate 'negative' jeolousy. i wanna stand up once i fall. i want to be a damn independent man.

i wanna be a great friend. a friend who is always there, either u need him or not. an understanding friend.

i wanna comfort people i know or even starngers. wanna say good things.

PDA versus patent Ductus atriosus(which is also a PDA)

before i even start,i would like to say "I am sorry" to my beloved and lovely friend since this story is about him/ her. Its just too tempting to share this hilarious story to all friends out there. okay, with all means, i am starting.

there was a day, 16 june 2007 to be exact. i received a box from a postman. I opened the box with great anticipation and it was really satisfying. I got a PDA as a present. You know what the heck PDA is rite?

So, i practically told evryone what i got for my befday. it was great to see their facial expression with them saying "wow!"

then, to make a story, there was a lady, my friend, she told one of her friend which is my class mate. "hey! awie got a PDA!". she looked stunned. stopeed for a while then with symphathetic face, asked"he got PDA?????!!!!!"

"yeah!" was her reply.

she asked again"he got a PDA????!!!"

"yeaaaaahhh!!" my friend snapped.

"ey by the way, he got a PDA. what a big deal?" my friend asked the confused lady.

"poor him"

actually, she thought that i had a congenital heart disease which is patent ductus atriousu which is another PDA.

Iklan Raya petronas.

Iklan Raya petronas.

there was an iklan (aku x tau la benda tu kene panggil ape dlm English) made by petronas exclusively for Raya. It was about a son, asking his daddy.

Then, his father saw something and asked. “Burung ape tu nak?” Then, gently his son answered, “Burung Murai ayah!” The father hasn’t finished. He asked again “ Burung ape?!” Son, patiently replied “Burung Murai ayah”

Father went on “burung ape?” He kept asking and son got irritated. “Ayah ni tak dengar ke atau buat2 tak dengar. Itu burung Murai ayah. Ape lagi yang ayah nak saya cakap. Itu burung Murai”

Father did not show any sign of offended (maybe he got Alzheimer’s). Then, he gave a book to his angry son. “baca ni, mak kau tulis”

The son riffled through the book, confused. Then, he came to a page. He started to read:

“This is a precious moment for me. When I see my rarely-at-home husband is spending time with his son. Playing with him” His mom wrote.

The iklan then showed a flashback

There was a kid with his father, playing under a tree. The son saw a bird fell on the ground. He eagerly showed it to his father. Father ran and took the bird.

“burung ni tak boleh terbang lagi la. Dia masih kecik’. He put the bird in his son’s hands. The kid asked ‘burung ape ni ayah?!’

“burung murai, nak” father replied with loving voice. The son asked again “Burung ape?”. Father answered with same tone and loving voice “burung murai nak”

The son seemed did not hear it “Burung ape”. Father still didn’t show any sign of irritated “burung murai sayang!”

“Burung ape??” “Burung murai nak”… these question and answer session went on. If it was me, I wouls stop answering. Definitely!

The son asked again “Burung ape ayah?!” The dad still replied “itu burung murai nak. Itu sarang dia”. Then they put it back to the nest.

Viewers then, brought back to the present time. The son finished reading his mom writing. He realized that he once did the same thing to his father, asking for the name of the bird again and again.

He then, took his father’s hand and kissed it. He murmured “maafkan saya ayah!”. His father patted him on the back.

My personal comment on this iklan:

I always love Petronas iklan. It contains message, a good one. Message that makes me feel it’s worth it to cry for. It makes me re-think my deeds to my parents. I don’t know if they find me, as good son. I just want to make my life and my family’s wonderful.

I met my old-lost friend.

I had a friend (see the word ‘HAD’). We were friend since I was in form 3 and he was form 2. We were damn close. So close since friends could call us as ‘couple’. We were rarely seen with other people. We went to dining hall together, shared same table and laughed at our jokes even, sometimes they were not funny at all.

We studied together in the night. I taught him math, because I was excellent in that subject. Sometimes, we spent the whole study-time with talking and nibbling pineapple biscuits. He was not a good eater, I was. I ate fast, and I managed to finish 4 when he did 1.

I remember when I got sick, he was so worried. He asked me to take leave from classes. When he got ill, I sort of worried gak la.

In the night, since we were not in the same room, so we would sit in a room and finishing our unfinished topic. We loved to talk about people (dgn kata laing ngumpat le), talk about songs that we sickly in to, talk about family and our future.

Seriously, I loved those moments. Moments I had friend who was so nice and practically match with me. We share the same liking in things. PERFECT I must say!

But, things never worked as we planned, not all the time. Sometimes, we want it to be as such… continuously, but it doesn’t. So was our story. We finally came to a battle where I could not help it.

It happened when I did something silly. I coloured my hair, I don’t know why I did that. Maybe, ‘cause I love trying new stuff. So, he saw it for the first time and he was silent. No comment. He left me, stood there and confused.

Then, he remained in silence for days. I suspected something was wrong. Grey-haired guy did something and I did not know what exactly.

Story went on. So dramatic. Believe me, it sounds like a movie. I was there, in the toilet and he was doing his laundry. I still could hear he was talking about me, with his friend. He said something like “oh! Awie… he’s such a dumb. He coloured his hair. What on earth he’s thinking. To be like the white. He such a evil”

I was chocked. My hair did this to my friendship?! I felt like crying when he said such a ‘great’ thing about me.

You know what, I tried to make up my relationship back. I decoloured my hair. Made it black again. I was so disappointed ‘cause we did not talk any more. I thought I would manage to make him smile at me again. But, I failed. Nothing could put things together again.

But, I know life must go on. MUST. So, I continued normal life without my best friend. I finally managed to make new friends, lots and lots of friends. We were still in the same school and same hostel. Here and there we would meet. At the corridor, during meeting, in the dining hall, in the surau and practically any where. Unfortunately, it was like stranger’s meeting. Nothing to say, nothing to smile at.

He was not a nice kid any more. I kept hearing him saying bad things about me, cursing me when I passed him at the corridor. He was not my friend any more.

Then, it came to my SPM. We still did not talk. He didn’t want to. I smashed, did my best in my SPM ‘cause I wanted to go beyond everyone’s dream. I studied hard prior to it. Totally forgetting my miserable friendship.

Finally I managed to leave my lovely school with good result and went to some place, to re-do the same thing. Wanted to excel. So, I left that friend without anything. No more friendship to hold to!

So, occasionally, I would ask my friends there “how he is doing?” after he finished schooling, I kept looking for his number, so I could contact him and have chat.

Not till one year ago, I managed to get his number. So I contacted him. Then, I said all things, things that I had no chance to expel out when we were in the middle of the crisis. He seemed to be okay with it. So, I manage to call him twice. Then, that was it. He finally refused to pick my call. I did not have any idea why!

He then changed his number. So I have no link to contact him any more. From that point, I made up my mind! I should not make myself as a moron! I tried my best and that is it. I don’t deserve any worst than that. So, I just stopped of looking for a so called friend.

Then, it was time, when I met him after 8 years. I was standing in front of a shop, waiting for my sis to buy raya stuff for her hubby. I barely looked to my surrounding then suddenly i eyed a guy, who was familiar. He has long hair, with fair-skinned, smiling at me and murmuring something which wasn’t clear. Then, he mumbled something sounded “long time not see…”

We had a long conversation. It was nice. But I still could feel that he was talking to me ‘cause there was no way to avoid me, with me standing in front of the shop. He took my number and I couldn’t imagine he is going to call me. That is impossible. I just gave and did not ask for his.

We finally separated when he wanted to go buy something. That was it.

So the moral of story is, don’t ever treat a person like a moron ‘cause he/ she is a person, so are you!

Raya 2007.

Raya comes with new face and new way of celebrating it. But, some things remain the same. Early morning breakfast, Raya prayer, post-prayer handshaking, visiting family and family. Things are still nice as they were.

I love the colourful morning, people wear new dresses. Every color is there, from the white to its extreme end, black. Children run and laughing, happy!

As for me, raya is raya. It sounds good and really is. But, I am not exploring it. I am not celebrating it as people do. My mum will fussy about me not going for the raya prayer. I have been missing it for years. The last was when at Silabukan. Then, no more. Not that I hate of doing good deed in life, but I got my own reasons t do so.

Anyway, what I would do early in the morning is; I wake up and sit on a bench in front of my house. Staring blankly on the road and hoping things to change. From there I could hear my busy family, saying things which were not clear. The only thing I could hear was “Ey… bla..bla.. hurry… bla… bla… late… no place… bla… bla…” Sometimes, I smile when I hear all these.

Then, before they departed, they gonna say something sounded like “You go to university but don’t do what religion asks us to do… bla… bla… don’t forget to clean up before we come back… bla… bla…” I nodded, a sign of understanding and agreeing.

So, I decided to write something to put in my blog which was this. I reluctantly switched on my PC and started my writing. I haven’t taken my bath yet. Later…

I was not planning of going anywhere in this raya. No friends in my mind to be visited. So, I guess, I will just spending my day, eating and listening to songs. I am not expecting any visitor to come, and if some do come, my sis is there, ready to welcome them.

…………

So, I continue my writing. A group of kids were our first guests. They came and having good time, but sorry kids, we don’t have duit raya to be distributed. Then, a few more people came. We shook hands and talked good things. Experiences about ramadhan. I, most of the time just gave a brief smile.

The day went on, I spent most of my day in my cousin’s house since she was not around. She went to her mom’s for a week. I watched TV, sneaked out biscuits and wrote things in my PC.

Unfortunately, someone came. A ‘someone’ who was not expected to come. He was my senior in school. We barely talked and we did not have any good relationship before. I saw him coming but I hid myself. He came to my house without realizing it’s my house. I came out after he went off. Dumb me.

The moment when I was called ‘Brainless’

The moment when I was called ‘Brainless’

It was my first day in ophthalmology posting, I volunteered to be the group leader (not exactly volunteering, I have to). Tak de la nak kecoh2 kan… sebab everyone will get their chance.

So, early in the morning, our beloved lecturer strode in to the class. She smiled and we did to. Honestly, I was trembling.

She started with “where is the laptop, where is the LCD?” we were all in silence. What was I suppose to say. Then she repeated her question trice.

Still, we were in silence. Perhaps, she realized we were clueless since her in-the-class question was definitely harder than her exam’s question. So she changed the question.
“Who is the group leader?” I put up my hand, confident of course.

Then, here we go. I have put her on fire. She definitely made at me… or maybe all of us.
But that wasn’t the peak.

She continued, asking a new burning question. “Where is the attendance?” I spontaneously answered timidly, “I forgot to take it last week”

“Why Hairuddin, you haven’t got a brain?”

Basically that was all. I was not offended with this. Like I said, I deserve it and actually this kind of incident makes my life wonderful. Loads of things to be remembered and put as memory even it is a bad memory.

My ophthalmology posting

It was my first and probably my last experienced to get exposed to EYE in great details. Before I stepped into this posting, I heard scary things about this posting. Mobile phones got confiscated and got kicked out from classes. So, I decided to make an excellent first impression for my first day.

But, to tell you the truth, I was probably lack of preparation and finally 7 out of ten, including me were kicked out from the class early in the morning. That was enough, I thought. No more.

Honestly, I was not offended with all these. We deserved it.

So, the first week went on smoothly, with me busy copying all the new inputs.(while copying, I nodded to make my lecturer sensing my attention even my hand was like trembling all over to catch his words).

That was my first time using fundoscope correctly. Look directly to the eyes and make sure you don’t miss anything. So I did. I remembered an incident where I was very keen to examine one of my friend’s eyes, since he just contracted dengue.

I was awestruck, when I found out that he got an haemorrhage in his eyes bilaterally. So, I reported this to my lecturer as to make him rechecked my poor friend. So he did. He even examined his eyes using the slit lamp (a more sophiscated tool to see the eye). He believed me, perhaps or just to be supportive.

After minutes of viewing my friend’s fundus, he did not find anything. He was asking “where was it hairuddin?”. I stammered, “I was not sure, but I could see it moments ago”. I was implying that that damn blood resolving spontaneously. So, I took it as, ‘Hairuddin was wrong!’ and from the corner I could hear a familiar voice said something like “Eyes could not see what brain does not know”

After been humiliating myself to the extreme extent, I decided to keep practicing. I first saw an optic disc on the second or 3rd day of posting. I managed to see Nasrun’s. it was round and pink. I felt like jumping and kissing everybody. Finally I appreciated it.

From that particular moment, I love fundoscope. I wanted to see more and more. In the clinic, in the ward and even my friend’s.

We even have been diagnosed to be a diseased group where 6 out of 10 have an eye disease. We managed to see all marvelous tests and examinations to see eye defect. I was wondered when I saw a test for an amblyopic eye where one of my friend showed that she could not see a 3D image when all of us could. Poor girl. She is not able to watch 3D movie.

Why do I love Grey’s anatomy?

It is weird to see me missing any episode from Grey’s anatomy. I would sit in front of the TV and wait with my books. I even can postpone my ‘homework’ given by Prof. Normalina(it means, I endanger my life and having risk of get kicked out from the class). By the way, I’m not saying that Meredith Grey outranks Prof. Normalina in term of priority, what I mean is… I think you get me.

So, I started enjoying this drama when, I watched an episode which I couldn’t remember which. Anyway, from that particular moment, I declared myself as a big fan of Mc Grey’s anatomy.

To those, who have no idea about this drama, I guess, I shall give a brief introduction. Basically, it is a story about interns try to become doctors and story of doctors try to become human! The story explores every one’s feeling, everyone’s problem and relationship.

The odd part of Grey’s anatomy is that, all those interns, when talking and sharing things, they tend to talk differently. When some one is talking about Mc Dreamy and the other person will talk about a pregnant patient!

It is played by:

Ellen Pompeo as Meredith Grey
Sandra Oh as Christina Yang
Katherine Hiegl as Izzie Isobel Steven
T. R Knight as George O’Malley
Kate Walsh as Addison Montgomery
…. as Preston Burke
…. as Derek Shepherd
…. as Karev

P/s: sorry the list is like ‘so so’

Okay, let’s go to the things that attract me:

Friendship

This drama shows a tight bond between friends. The way these interns work together and help each other. Meredith and Christina are bosom friends, they go for jog and drink together. They keep sharing things and good news. I remember one episode where Yang refuses to disclose her wedding news to her friends but Meredith. She wants Grey to become the first person to know.

There is one episode in the elevator (I like all the scenes in the elevator), where Grey asks O’Malley to imitate Yang as to make her comfortable of sharing things to O’Malley. Grey in the other hand, asked to pretend to be Izzie, George best friend.

I love the episode where Grey is dying, after reluctantly swim to save her life. Kind of suicidal. All her friends are waiting and could not think of losing her. I remember one thing, Karev said a nice thing about Grey. “She always makes you think that even messed up person has hope”.

The last episode I watched managed to stimulate my lacrimal gland thou! The scene where Yang’s wedding is cancelled, out of sudden. I don’t really understand why exactly Burke has to do so. Yang is there, staring blankly at her ‘wrecked’ apartment. She stands there and Grey is watching helplessly from behind. Then yang started to exclaim “he’s gone!” Sad la!

Competition.

Like I said, this is story about doctors! I am sorry to say that, mostly doctors have their own ego and pride. They tend to think that they are better than their colleagues. So, this series do not forget of exploring this part of feeling faced by doctors.

Yang, the best intern in Seattle grace Hospital (SGH) always wants to be the best, great. She even managed to defeat Chief in a surgery class (later Chief managed to prove he’s better).

They always fight to get, so called ‘Interesting’ case. One episode makes me feel that competition can be bad for relationship. There was a massive disaster. Injured people were everywhere. Yang managed to get in to surgery assisting the chief operating a guy who lost his left foot. While cleaning the other foot (before joined them back) Yang realized, she was preparing a right foot.
Chief got irritated when he knew this and ordered yang to search for the right foot. After exhausting episode of searching, she finally found out that Karev has taken her palce in that surgery after he found the correct foot for that guy.

Love.

This is a major issue in Grey’s anatomy. Love and sex, Love and family, Love and patient, Love and friends. Loves is everywhere in Grey’s anatomy.

The second season was the misery part of Meredith’s and Derek’s love. Derek had to go back to his wife, leaving Meredith in agony and jeopardy. She started to have whore-kin-of life. She slept with men, any men to be exact. Finally, they reunited in season 3.

Izzie’s love story is worth discussing. Firstly, she had a ‘dirty relationship with Alex. Having sex in hospital until she found out, he cheated on her. She then, crossed a ‘line’ where she felt in love with her patient, Danny. Danny, a heart-transplanted patient, finally died after swore of making izzie as his wife. Currently, she is in love with George O’Malley, her best buddy after they spent a night in the bed.

To be continued….

Kasihanilah Jibek.

Lagu ini sangat sedap untuk didengar, terutamanya orang yang sedang kecewa. hehehe. Lagu ini sebenarnya soundtrack drama “sesuci cinta saera” di mana watak Jibek, seorang pemuda yang tak seberapa betul, mencintai seorang gadis lawa… umie aida! Jibek seperti mengejar sesuatu yang tak pasti. Saera(umie Aida) pun sedang mengejar impiannya yang pastinya bukan Jibek la.

Roughly, that is the story about this song and the drama. So, why do I choose this song to make it as one of the topic in my blog?!! I also don’t have a slightest idea on this. Maybe, partly because I am ‘jiwang’ guy and the other part is because I a having a relationship breakdown recently.

Sebenarnya, cerita cinta Jibek membuatkan aku terasa. Macam mana la perasaan berada ditempat jibek. Mengejar sesuatu yang susah untuk digapai tangan. Sesuatu yang pasti susah untuk dimiliki.

Everybody knows that love comes and goes. Whether you realize it or not, it hurts you in the same way it makes you happy. Love teaches me how to miss somebody, teaches me how to appreciate person who loves me, and even teaches me how to correct my mistakes in a relationship.

My point is, been rejected by somebody. It hurts so much. It feels like your heart is torn apart. Then, you start to think, should I wait here, in agony and pain of been left while he/ she is having good time with someone. Laughing and smiling.

Should you receive his/ her offer to be friends? Only friends?! How would you react to a friend whose you totally in to!

Macam tu la yang berlaku kepada Jibek. Dia sentiasa menunggu Saera dgn harapan saera akan kembali kepadanya. Saera lak, masih kat KL dan meneruskan hidup tanpa pernah memikirkan JIbek. Tak aci kan?! Jibek menderita… kesian la kat dia!

So, my advice is, look outside, and try to look. May be there is somebody who is in love with you. Totally in love and you don’t even realize he/ she’s suffering!

My ‘hanging out’ at Lahad Datu.

“Okay set!” I said. Those were the words that promised me a good night in Lahad Datu. I arranged an appointment with my friends, whom I miss every time I have to leave my lovely hometown, Lahad Datu.

So, on the day, we met at our common ‘lepaking’ spot which is Milimewa. Just go and ask any Lahad Datuian, I am 100% sure they know this hypermarket. I was wearing short and brought a big bag. We met and handshaking. Then, we commented on our dressings. (So typical) I was said to be ‘too casual’. Anyway it is not important.

So, we made our move to Asia Hotel, a new hotel in town ma!!! They even got a page in the net. We went in and welcomed by the receptionists. Then, my cousin asked for the booked room which was at level 8. (Wow! He even booked room… so well prepared!). All four of us, excited and didn’t even realize they gave us room 202! Means, at level two. How could you enjoy the ambience of Lahad Datu from that floor?

We then rechecked our room at the counter, fortunately we managed to get to level 8, 802 to be exact. After having a cursing episode with the receptionists.

Okay! Now, we were in the room. Everything was there, a 24 inch TV with a DVD player and ASTRO as well, air conditioner, two beds, hair dryer, wireless, good bathroom and all (macam hotel biasa2 la! But it is at Lahad Datu, remember? It makes so much different la!)

Shouting like kids, jumping up and down on the bed, tossing pillow here and there and talking endlessly. While listening to the new downloaded-songs, we merely stop talking, sharing great stories. It felt wonderful. I didn’t miss the chance of sharing new things I faced in medical school, new people I met, new clothes I bought and my safe journey back to Sabah. In between, we would shout and clap hand when we found our friend’s story was amusing or embarrassing.

Then, it was 5.30 pm. Time to go out and look for foods, for bukak Puasa. We practically walked along the alley and peeking to each stall. FOOD FOOD FOOD!!!. Our empty stomach demanded more than enough. But, I reminded udin, to rethink before buying. At the end, we ended up with kueh mueh only and brought it to a table and waited for the azan.

It sounds that we were dieting, but actually we were not. We were just planning to buy some more food for the night. The bazaar was extremely hectic and noisy, we hardly heard the azan, and just randomly Bukak our puasa. While in the middle of our great meal (we were having terang bulan, karipap, dorayaki, sarang semut/ kue Dunlop, and keropok lekor.) , ‘on and off’ly, they’ll be beggars came and asking for money. “hey, they are healthy people who seek money in the easiest way. No way man!”

The funny part was, one of my friends, as, he gave our kueh to one of the beggars and she ran with angry face. Funny la..

Then, it came to our second round to the stalls and browsing for the food we intended to buy. We bought ‘buntut’ ayam, ayam panggang, ikan panggang, and nasi. I think, we were trying to overdose ourselves with foooooooodddddssssss!!!

So, we went back to our room and having prayer! After a short chit chat, we decided to go to beach… I love it. Love the night scene of Lahad Datu beach in the night. Then, we took a walk, since it was just around the corner. But, to my amazed, we even stopped at Milimewa to buy some more foods. Junk food to be exact. I suggested, dumb me. we should stop nibbling. We got ourselves 3 keropok, 1 carbonated drink, jelly and other small food (which I reckon won’t be counted in our calory intake).

So, we sat there, took pictures and continued our unfinished topic. My mouth, practically non-stop. Laughing and making fun of my friends. After about an hour, boring started to creep in. So, we strode back. On the way, I managed to take few pictures… I wanted to snap more, but my friends weren’t willing.

Awie murmurs something about company.

Awie never been seen with any girls before. Probably he never had a date. So, this question is opted and he got to answer it. “Do you ever have a good company?”

Awie explained this issue in great details and made me feel that he really had prepared a script for this impending question. So here we go, Awie’s answer on this issue.

Company is totally a great need in human life. Everybody demands it. No one would manage to survive in this world without a company. So do I. but, it seems that nowadays, we are defining company as a lady or man, which is opposite sex. (not trying to imply that I need a man company though).

Company can be anyone, anyone under the sun! He or she can be your friend, family, teacher and even a total stranger. The gender does no matter (except if you intend to marry them!!!).

As for me, I really want a good company which can make me feel precious because I tend to think that I am a wrecked person. I need a company who can sooth me especially when I need one. A person who I can hug and cry when I stumble across an obstacle or when I face a great pain in life.

Company means, a person who always be there, whether you need him/her or not. He/ she must always stand, not in front or behind but at your side and prepare to grab your hand when he/ she sees you are falling. He/ she is ready to drag you back to the right path when you go astray.

I always think, who will be holding my hand at the bedside when I am suffering from a cancer (just in case… xdela mintak2 pulak!).

One of my friends said, people always come in and out from your life. That’s natural! But, only small number of them managed to leave a footprint in your heart. These people, managed to make you remember them, either due to their kindness and sweetness or just simply because they hurt you.

Actually, I started to think on this matter since I read “Chasing daylight”.

cerita lawak aku

Sebenarnya, aku dah lama nak tulis something on lawak stories happened to me. Ini adalah antara koleksi cerita lawak:
Longkang oh longkang!
Cite ni dah lama. Masa tu aku masih kat main kampus uitm kat shah alam. Aku sebenarnya benci giler kat longkang dkat stadium uitm tu. Masa tu ade smbutan kemerdekaan. Aku dan hisham masa tu tgh jalan2. sambil makan keropok la. Masa tu tengah ngumpat la. Pas tu aku punya la rancak cite smpai tiba2 je, aku hilang dr muka bumi ni.
Aku termasuk dlm longkang. Longkang tu punye la dalam, menenggelamkn seluruh badan aku. Kepala pun x nampak. Masa tu hisham teruskn je jalan n borak sorng. Dia x perasan aku hilang. Then, he looked back, i wasn’t there. Pas tu dia gi patah balek. Orang lain semua, mostly girls bekumpul tepi longkang tu, tgk aku kat dalam… malu beb!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pas tu hisham, dgn muka terpaksa, tolong naikkn aku.
Sebenarnya itu pengalamn ke-2 aku dgn parit uitm. Sebelum tu, aku ade gak temasuk dlam longkang. Siap bleeding profusely. Yg x best nya, tiap kali aku jatuh, masa tu la rmai orng dtg gi tgk !!!! help me !!
Dalam LRT from KLCC to KL sentral
Masa tu aku dari jumpa sorang membe ni. Dia bagi buku la, nak bagi pinjam. Pas tu, ada sorg lagi membe aku ni, dia kata nak jumpa. So i pun waited la. I practically waited him for about 4 hours, and managed to finish the book, 179 pages.
Lepas punye lama tunggu, aku pun mengamuk la. Bengang gilllerr... then, i decided to go back je la... plan nak bukak pose sma2, tapi dah kul 6 pun dia tak siap2 lagi. So aku pun marah and blah je. Aku pun naik la LRT ni, nak balek KL sentral. Dlam train tu, masyaAllah sesak nak mampos...
Aku pun masuk je la.. malas la nak tunggu next train. Pas tu, dlam sesak2 tu, dah smpai lak kat Pasar seni, ade la sorg pakcik ni..PAKCIK okey !!! pas tu, pakcik punye la x sabar nak kuar dari train tu (ade hantu ke ??) aku pun kata ‘eh, sabar la pakcik’... sebab masa tu aku kat pintu. Dia pun x layan, redah je...
Dalam sesak cm tu, muka dia practically rapat dengan my lips. Maksudnya, I kissed him. Wek wek wek!!!!
I felt like crying!! Dah la tak dapt buka pose ngan membe, ‘mencium’ seorg pakcik pulak. Semua org yang perasan yg I kissed the pakcik, gelak la. Help me!!!!pakcik tu boleh buat muka biasa je.
Pakcik KL sentral.
Masa tu, aku tgh jalan2 dgn udin. Dia bru je sampai dr sabah. So excited gileerrr la bawak dia jalan2. masa tu dah nak bukak pose, keadaan kat KL sentral sgt la busy dan ramai gilerr orang. Sesak.... !!!
Pas tu, masa aku n udin borak2, ade sorg pakcik ni terlanggar aku dr belakang, aku pun sebab nak bersopan, aku pun ckp ‘eh sorry !’ pakcik tu bukan senyum pon... tp dia marah pulak dah !
Dia pon kata ‘ey dik, lain kali mata letak kat belakang’.. aku punye la bengang, dah la dia langgar aku..dia pulak nak marah2. so, dengan nada terkejut aku ckp ‘ ape ???!!! mata letak kat belakang ?? macam na saya nak jalan ?’
Pakcik tu pun cm malu la... sebab aku rasa dia silap cakap la tu... aku siap ulang lagi ‘mata letak belakang, gilo ape’... dia punye la tak puas hati.tapi aku x kesa. Org tua pun, kalo x reti nak hormat org, buat ape kita nak hormat..betul tak kawan2 !
Nasyid soutul mestaka…
Baru2 ni fakulti aku ada anjurkan pertandingan nasyid… atas dasar ingin mencuba, aku pon join la. Best kot.
So aku pun join la. Smpai masa pertandingan tu, aku punye la yakin. Time2 nyanyi, ade la buat gaya letak tgn ke arah langit, mintak doa la tu. Pas tu aku perasan yg tgn aku mengeletar... punya la kuat... and aku perasan la audience pandang and gelakkn aku. Errmm...x pela...
Pas tu, aku pun teruskan, punye la asyik jg tangan aku, takut menggeletar, aku pun tak sedar yg masa tu, kitorg kene senyap, aku gi bantai je... teruskn menyanyi..
And guess wat, the judges laughed at me. so embarrassing. Aku menyanyi sorg2 sebnarnya! Malu siuuutt!