9 Julai 2008
Aku menanti. Semua motor yang lalu aku dengar bunyinya macam motor posman. Aku penasaran.
12 Julai 2008
Aku dapat surat. Suruh turun JPNJ 17 Julai. Turun la nanti.
14 Julai 2008
Dua missed called. Masa tengah siang ikan, aku jawab telefon. Orang PPDS telefon.
"Dah dapat surat panggilan? Jangan lupa datang JPNJ 17hb ni"
Aku mesti turun. Mana boleh tidak.
15 Julai 2008
Aku turun JB. Berhenti kat Terminal Larkin, solat dan makan roti Nazih. Terus ke JJ Tebrau. Beli refill pen UNIC. Masa tunggu refill, salesboy tu tanya aku, "Cikgu ke ni?". Sah, dah ada cop mohor KPM kat dahi aku.
16 Julai 2008
Turun JPNJ. Masa nak balik, baru perasan beg dalam kereta kawan. Beg aku balik rumah atok semula. Aku berlenggang balik daerah S.
Turun kereta, lintas jalan, daki tangga. Aku menyumpah dalam hati, "Tak de orang yang pernah lalu tangga ni ke?"
Jumpa pengetua. Aku dah tau perangai dia sejak aku masuk bilik dia. Macam Ms L. Apa nak buat. "SAYA YANG MENURUT PERINTAH"
18 Julai 2008
Kena marah dengan pengetua sebab tak masuk kelas. Bukan salah aku. BUKAN SALAH AKU!!! Aku dapat jadual lama. Masuk kelas, budak tak faham bahasa. Kalau Bahasa Malaysia yang aku gunakan pun mereka masih tak faham, apatah lagi Bahasa Inggeris.
Ya
Ya
YA!
Aku guru Bahasa Inggeris. Welcome to the harshness reality of life. I have to bear with this principle for only-God-knows how many years.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Sumpah Anak Watan
Yesterday, when I cleaned up the cupboard in my room I come across something that I do not expect to see. A poem. Yes, a poem that I recited during a competition when I was in Standard 6. Such a long time, 12 years... Here is the poem, entitled ‘Sumpah Anak Watan’ by Adi Badiozaman Tuah. [read, what a name!]
Teman,
buat kesekian kalinya,
kita titis air mata darah,
kita hembus nafas panas api.
Bersama bulan bintang,
ke gunung kita,
ke hutan bersama,
kita patah duri beracun,
terlalu lama menusuk daging.
Dan kalian di hutan,
yang ketagih pada kibaran bendera merah,
ayuh! putar haluan,
kembali ke pangkal jalan.
Anak pribumi,
kira berdegil batu hatinya,
buat kesekian kalinya,
kita titis air mata darah,
kita hembus nafas panas api.
kita bakar mereka, dengan api yang mereka nyala sendiri.
Back than, I never know or realize why I like this poem so much. Actually, I still like this poem. For some reason, I can sense some energy in this poem. The spirit to fight for your country. What an interpretation at the age of 12! Maybe, that’s why my minor is literature, for I have had the love and passion towards it since I was in primary.
If I’m not mistaken, I took this poem for a book either “Kelapa Nan Sebatang’ or ‘Keris Laksamana Bentan’. I borrowed it from a friend who sat next to me in class.
Another thing that I found yesterday is my notes for Social Studies during my Foundation Course years. It is a part from a chapter entitled Evaluating and Improving Relationship. Read it in my next post.
Teman,
buat kesekian kalinya,
kita titis air mata darah,
kita hembus nafas panas api.
Bersama bulan bintang,
ke gunung kita,
ke hutan bersama,
kita patah duri beracun,
terlalu lama menusuk daging.
Dan kalian di hutan,
yang ketagih pada kibaran bendera merah,
ayuh! putar haluan,
kembali ke pangkal jalan.
Anak pribumi,
kira berdegil batu hatinya,
buat kesekian kalinya,
kita titis air mata darah,
kita hembus nafas panas api.
kita bakar mereka, dengan api yang mereka nyala sendiri.
Back than, I never know or realize why I like this poem so much. Actually, I still like this poem. For some reason, I can sense some energy in this poem. The spirit to fight for your country. What an interpretation at the age of 12! Maybe, that’s why my minor is literature, for I have had the love and passion towards it since I was in primary.
If I’m not mistaken, I took this poem for a book either “Kelapa Nan Sebatang’ or ‘Keris Laksamana Bentan’. I borrowed it from a friend who sat next to me in class.
Another thing that I found yesterday is my notes for Social Studies during my Foundation Course years. It is a part from a chapter entitled Evaluating and Improving Relationship. Read it in my next post.
16th April 2008
How should I express myself… after 2 months plus my mum passed away.
Sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I don’t. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I don’t love her. The prove is, for the past 2 months plus, I don’t even have the courage to write this post. Yes, sometimes I cried. Once when I was in the kitchen. I read the letter that my father sent to my mum. I was 4 years old then. The letter recalls so many memories until I decided to throw it away. If I keep it, I’ll cry even more.
There’s a lot of thing that I haven’t got the opportunity to learn from her. Especially cooking. See, I don’t even know how to fry mee. Embarrassing huh?
At least I still know how to cook, I still can survive with my little cooking skill. Once, my father praised me. He said that my ‘kuah pindang’ tasted like the one that my mum used to cook.
Still there is a lot of thing missing
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me finish studying.
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me working.
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me graduate
I always told myself, that never in my life that I expect to lose my mum at the age of 24.
When she was alive, she was sick. Every time I came home, I’ll do anything that makes her happy. But, there is one thing that I can’t do. Each time I have to go back to JB or Semenchu, I never have the guts to turn my back to say Assalamualaikum or even to wave at her. I’m just scared that I will cry. Now, there is nothing that I can do.
The night before she passed away, I really want to call home. But I delayed it, as I’ll be observed the next day. I just don’t want to transfer my worriedness to her.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret.
The main point is, if you love somebody, especially your family members, tell them. You might now know what will happen next. You might regret that you don’t tell them how much you love them or they mean to you. You might regret it later. For those who are not staying with their family, make sure you always contact them. A short phone call will do.
Maybe there’s nothing to say, but a simple story about your cat deliver 5 beautiful little kittens will cherish you up. Try it. Just take your handphone and make a call. It is a miracle when sometimes you think that you have a lot of problems but all will cast away when you hear their voices. Believe me. It always works for me.
Appreciate what you have, before they are gone.
Sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I don’t. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I don’t love her. The prove is, for the past 2 months plus, I don’t even have the courage to write this post. Yes, sometimes I cried. Once when I was in the kitchen. I read the letter that my father sent to my mum. I was 4 years old then. The letter recalls so many memories until I decided to throw it away. If I keep it, I’ll cry even more.
There’s a lot of thing that I haven’t got the opportunity to learn from her. Especially cooking. See, I don’t even know how to fry mee. Embarrassing huh?
At least I still know how to cook, I still can survive with my little cooking skill. Once, my father praised me. He said that my ‘kuah pindang’ tasted like the one that my mum used to cook.
Still there is a lot of thing missing
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me finish studying.
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me working.
My mum does not have the opportunity to see me graduate
I always told myself, that never in my life that I expect to lose my mum at the age of 24.
When she was alive, she was sick. Every time I came home, I’ll do anything that makes her happy. But, there is one thing that I can’t do. Each time I have to go back to JB or Semenchu, I never have the guts to turn my back to say Assalamualaikum or even to wave at her. I’m just scared that I will cry. Now, there is nothing that I can do.
The night before she passed away, I really want to call home. But I delayed it, as I’ll be observed the next day. I just don’t want to transfer my worriedness to her.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret.
The main point is, if you love somebody, especially your family members, tell them. You might now know what will happen next. You might regret that you don’t tell them how much you love them or they mean to you. You might regret it later. For those who are not staying with their family, make sure you always contact them. A short phone call will do.
Maybe there’s nothing to say, but a simple story about your cat deliver 5 beautiful little kittens will cherish you up. Try it. Just take your handphone and make a call. It is a miracle when sometimes you think that you have a lot of problems but all will cast away when you hear their voices. Believe me. It always works for me.
Appreciate what you have, before they are gone.
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