Monday, 25 April 2011

Pawana Sampaikanlah Rasa

Orang berbangsa
Pancarnya telus ke hati
Orang yang mulia
Di hati kita
Bau harum di pagar berduri

Langkah menuju
Biasku jadi tak menentu
Ibaratnya labu
Menjalar ke hulu
Berdebu menuju yang satu

Gemerlapan cincin di jari
Memetik kecapi suaranya menawan
Cantik budi nampak berseri
Tentu ramai hati nan tertawan

Langit membisu
Kilat memancar
Hujan tak jadi
Songket kulipat retaknya seribu
Hiasan kasih
Kekal nan abadi

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Jangan buat keje bodoh atas treadmill

Ni entry a-la Che' Det lagi ni... Sebabnya masa suntuk, dan exam dekat dah, and I need to kill two fucking hours before I can sleep (sebab tadi baru makan ayam bersiram (firakh mandi) kat Hadral Maut yang memang maut)

ni la firakh mandi (mmg nama die camneh) fi al mat3am hadramoot

1) Never leave your clothes in somebody's room. And even worse if the person locks his room everytime he goes out. Verdict, pinjam seluar track orang masuk lecture hall. mewriyyahhh.

2) It seems like it has become a necessity for every single Egyptian society in the Fac. of Medicine @ Z.U. to celebrate their revolution. Come on! Move on already. There are many other things that could be done to uplift the revolution spirit.

3) NEVER listen to Wondergirls' "Nobody Nobody" while you are on the treadmill. Mood nak buat nobody nobody tuh boleh datang bila-bila masa, and natijahnya, kaki terpele'ot dan tergolek, hence memalukan diri depan masyarakat.

Siti buek takpo. ekau atas treadmill, jangan buek kojo bodo

4) Everytime I look into the mirror, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "Lovehandles, cepat la ilang". It has been a month since I joined the gym, somehow it is easier to grow muscles rather than shedding fat. Benci.

5) Exam is drawing ever nearer, alhamdulillah, I have all the support I could possibly hoped for from my classmates. Shaaaayang study group Class C. Studying in a group is a new thing for me. Never knew its this good. And many many thanks to doctor you-know-who from the pathology department for his guidance and tireless effort at teaching us the slides and jars. (tamau bagitau nama sebab nanti semua nk pinjam doc yang best nih. get your own!)

6) There is going to be an Arabian themed dinner this friday, and I haven't got anything that suits the theme. Tried out some stuffs. Tak macam arab, macam bangladeshi. pffft. Thank you super-hot egyptian sun.

7) Talking about the weather, this year's is definitely the best in my three years here. We have entered summer, but clouds are still around most of the times, and the wind is still cold. Alhamdulillah, please please continue being pleasant till August, or better, forever.

8) Tremco Zagazig - Mansoura is 4LE/ person. (used to be 3.50LE). Funny enough, somebody blamed Syamsuddin bin Faruok for going to Mansoura too often and made the tremco society think they should charge more.

9) Had a pharmacology test this morning, and it wasn't bad at all. =D sukeeeee. harap2 exam final kuar camtuh la eh.

10) My hands and feet are starting to be dehydrated and shedding at some parts. Need to buy cream/lotion. Someone remind me, please?

Friday, 15 April 2011


I see a car,
A red car in the middle of the road,
But a friend tells me that its not a car,
Its a lorry, and its colour is yellow,
I try to argue because that is what i see,
The friend says I only see what I want to see.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

I'm Sorry I Lied. But...

There was a guy who had a prostate cancer. He appeared to be extraordinarily normal, because he had told no one about his sickness. The cancer was still in an early stage, that it had three major possible outcomes. The cancer, if he was lucky, could be extracted and he would be cured forever. But in case he wasn't, he might lose his chance to reproduce, or worse if it was spread to other organs and like any other cancers, might cause his death.

Though he was aware of his state, he fell in love with a beautiful girl. The only girl that could tone down his ego and melt him.The pretty girl was also his best friend at that time. He loved the girl with all his heart, and confessed it indirectly in a poem dedicated to the girl. She was really the first lass who made him feel fragile and crave for her presence.

Alas, the girl had never been in love before and didn't know how to properly react to his obvious signs. For some reasons, she could not accept the guy at the moment. So she decided to tell him off and say that it was a "no". Like every other guy in the world, that guy made his first mistake here. With his sickness, he should've either told her "We should just be friends," or simply "I have a cancer and I might die". Things would've turned out better if he had. But he was a guy. His ego was at its peak, so was his stupidity. So he said "I shall wait".

For months he was being persistent and kept wooing the girl, till she finally opened up her heart to accept him. It was hard for her to do it, because she had never done it to any other guys before. For the first time, someone had cared for her, bought her flowers and gifts, called her just to hear her voice. She was, though she never admitted it so far, in love. So was the guy. He finally had found someone to share his life with. A very cool beautiful girl whom he loved so much that he'd do anything for her happiness. For a few months, they were inseparable.

Then one day, the doctor called him and gave him the prognosis of his cancer. He had it removed about half a year ago, but somehow the cancer cells still lived within him and had spread to other parts of his body. He was confirmed to be impotent and if it is not treated soon, he would be terminally ill and perhaps die. Though his life and death were already in his daily reminders, the only thing he could think about was his relationship with the girl he loved. They had only been together for a year, perfectly together, for a year. A bit too perfect to be doomed with a news like impotency and death.

He was troubled in his sleeps. What would happen to her if they go on being a couple and later get married, only to share emotional love without experiencing physical contacts? Even the religion prohibits that kind of marriage. He felt a lot less masculine and insecure. His emotional stress sometimes were to hard to contain and the girl would notice. Again, he hid the truth from her and told her it was all okay. Then he thought, what would happen when things are not okay and he lying "its all good" would be insufficient?

So he took a daring step to end the relationship. He tried to appear cool about it. And told her the truth. The truth about him being cursed to not have any girl by his side. Even more when he believed that the only girl whom he should be with was the one he was letting go. 

She asked him "Do you love me?"
Yes. Yes. YES.
He said "I liked you".
She said, "Perhaps its too late to say this, but I've begun to love you"
I love you too. More than you can imagine.
He said "I'm sorry"

Knowing that telling her the truth would complicate things and she'd cling on to a dying man, and he knew at that point, she deserved another man. A real man who could make her happy. So there he lied yet again.

A few months of a perfect relationship wasn't a reason good enough to make her suffer for the rest of her life. He hoped that she'd find someone better. Someone who wouldn't lie to her...

Friday, 1 April 2011

How to say this eh?

"kakak if you happen to read this, I remember when we were so much younger, we set up the plastic pool in our bathroom and we invented our very own Sunway Lagoon which was called, SHALIA LAGOON. We even invented a song for it. Siap gaya lagu untuk promotion. It was totally ridiculous and we grew up without wanting to talk about it at all. Kalau tercakap terus rasa malu. Sebab ape ntah nanti disgrace ourself ke ape ntah. Tapi sekarang, come to think of it, it will definitely be one of my favorite childhood memory with you, kak."

The excerpt above was taken from one of my dearest friends' blog, Aliah or better known as Al the lawyer. I really do admire her writings because I know people who follow her blog could really feel what she's saying. Its a rare gift. How many writers you know could write something that you can really relate to yourself. Experiences long forgotten, too trifle to be noticed. Something that you unknowingly deny experiencing, merely by not mentioning it ever. 

I know I'm blabbing here, but have you seen the movie "Mukhsin"? There was this scene where the kids play bride and groom (read; kawen-kawen!) and I thought hey i did that! COME ON!! Anyone born in 1989 or before should have experienced it, or at least mock some other kids for being interested in the idea of kawen-kawen. Kan? Kan?

Here I am, trying to imitate Aliah Kama and Yasmin Ahmad when it comes to conveying things to the public. I want my stories to be understood, as soon as they reach my audience's senses for the first time, immediately.

I want you to step into my shoes, wear my t-shirt and jeans and start living my life exactly like I show you here. Have you ever held somebody's hand for the sake of warming your own hands, pretending like its a life-saving situation but your intention really was just to hold hands with that someone. Then you never noticed when or how or why you started to care for that person. You start wondering how those particular eyes see and interpret you. Have you ever feel torn deep inside because the person that you wish to be with is right in front of you but you just can't possibly tell how you feel because things are so damn complicated. Have you ever watched a person you really care for sleep for hours, you feel like you really really really want to wake the person up and loudly say "I love you" but you never do. If you have, welcome to my life.

p/s : Aliah i miss you.
pp/s : Yasmin Ahmad, aint nobody like you.