M.A.L.A.S

Menonton berita boleh jadi derita, didera berita kurang enak, di luar kewarasan yang rasional dan tak terjangka, bermacam-macam cerita, yang aku tak suka.

****, menyumpahi berita yang beritahu aku dunia kini sudah tidak ceria, warna-warna suci yang dulu menghiasi, ramai orang sudah lupa

Sudah jgn merungut lg, tutup TV, senang, jimat elektrik ( tak juga, buka laptop pula, menekuni FB dan blogspot pula)

M.A.L.A.S

Sepohon pokok dalam sebuah lukisan yang dilukiskan di bawah pokok (haha)

Someone plant a seed with the usual typical hope to see the seed to progress becoming a strong giant tree, housing several weaker plant, provide shelter for the creature in need, functioning as the water reservoir, clamping the earth, preventing the land from eroding, exhale sufficient oxygen, and to the very least, shading some pedesterian passing by the street from the harsh scorching sun light.

The tree bear fruit, supplying both, the image which goes easy to the eyes and immediate refreshment for the traveller in thirst. The ripening fruit can be both, heaven healthy snack and attraction for mischief. The sight of a tree rich with fruit sometimes convey the message of the landowner prosperity, the un-pluck fruit discretely saying the landowner has had enough.

thats it.

*Entri ini tak ada sebarang motif dan makna*

M.M.M.Y.T.D.D.H

Di dinding rumahku, ada satu gambar pemandangan yang cantik, ada laut, dan kapal, langit biru, terang, tidak berawan, camar berterbangan. Tiada manusia diilustrasikan dalam gambar ini.

Cantik

Dalam satu gambar, ilustrasi yg konkrit, dilihat dari sudut abstrak, menjadi mimpi, yang dialami, hanya dalam mimpi.

Maka M.M.M.Y.T.D.D.H

Sekian, terima kasih

Robert and Ursula, the ultimate fridge disaster (part 2)

Ursula has finally met her match. Her tough match, in fact. The destiny has spelled their future:

"neither can live while the other survives"

And ironically, the toughest match she seeks all her life was her own grandson, her own sole heir, her only reminder of whats left of her beloved son who died several years after the great draught.

So, why did she hated her own grandson? It all trace back to a tragedy happened 3 years before Robert was brought to life. A trivial scuffle over the selection of her future grandson name ( future grandson refers to Robert).

Ursula, with all her heart detest the name 'Robert', for reason ultimately unreasonable. Robert was the name of the ice-cream vendor who refuse to give her free ice cream. Thats all. Stupid Ursula (haha)

The small scuffle lead to ugly debate, Ursula also went mad over her excess rage. She almost went amok around the kampong using her deadly matches...

CERPU INI BERSAMBUNG KERANA PENULIS PERLU KELUAR MEMBERI MAKAN KEPADA AYAM DAN ITIK ITIK PELIHARAAN..

To be continued...

Robert and Ursula, the ultimate fridge disaster (part 1)

Robert was raised by his grandmother, Ursula, an old hag scumbag who despised her own only grandson, Robert who in turn hated his grandmother, Ursula. In other simpler term, they hated each other. Apart from the mutual hatred between Robert and Ursuula, they were the most peculiar partner in crime ever cooperate to bring a crime, to success.

Perhaps, if it ever exist, a record of how many times a particular person tried to kill the other person, Robert and Ursula must had outperform everyone on earth for their frequent attempt to kill each other.

Try imagining Mr and Mrs Smith funny act at each of their attempt to kill each other, sending us all laughing like mad in front of the screen. Each of Angelina Jolie' brutal assault to Brad Pitt might considered as gesture of sparkling love spark, and each of Brad Pitt defense considered as the adoring sign of eternal love, but

Between Robert and Ursula, two person with no love nor liking of each other, the scene can be so revolting, gross, and yucking.


....CERPU (CERPEN MERAPU) ini bersambung sebab penulisnya (Nurul Nadiah) mengantuk giler babas ke tahap tidak boleh bukak mata dh kerana sekarang dh pukul 3.17 pagi....jika diteruskan CERPU ini akan makin merapu atau menjadi CERRUT (CERPEN MENGARUT)...

to be continued....

Selamat pagi Kelantan, selamat pagi org2 kampung ku

Wahai sinar yang hadir setelah lama tandusnya cahaya
Jangan kau fakirkan nikmat dan rahmat yang dibawa
Manusia kadangkala ingkar dan sukar mahu percaya
Cuma melihat yang nyata tanpa hiraukan yang maya

3.00 pagi, di bilik di rumah di kampung di Kelantan di Malaysia..haha

Selamat pagi Kelantan, selamat pagi org2 kg ku (bajet org kg aku baca blog ni ke? mmg syok sendiri)

Selamat malam, selamat tinggal

Back to the news flash, my progress living ALL ALONE in this house which is rumoured to be haunted.

Well, apart from occasional scary image which crop up in my mind, none of it has yet materialized right in front of my eyes. urm, you can guess, usual form of ghost potrayed by the hollywood and Korean horror movie.

1. Long-haired women, white-clothed, soaked with blood, fury face, deadly smile, fatal kiss (wahaha)

2. Headless mad guy

3. Puteri Gunung Ledang (???)

Well, i gotta need all the strenght to survive just for a few hours now, i'll be goin' to KL tomorrow (sunday). Driving my Kelisa as if it was a BMW, perhaps i'll speed up to 200 km per hour (haha)

*maunyer relai dan lerai kelisa tuh*

Dan, untuk Tangkak,

Selamat malam, selamat tinggal

Jam untuk lihat waktu

Sepanjang hidup ini, dua perkara yang paling aku gemar adalah buku, dan jam. Pantang ada wang, aku akan beli jam, ataupun buku. Jika ditanya mahu hadiah apa? aku akan jawab jam atau buku.

Aku boleh membaca berjam-jam tanpa melihat jam, aku akan pakai jam bila aku baca buku supaya aku sedar dengan waktu.

Menurut seorang pensyarah aku di UPSI dahulu (Azlan Hadi), baca cuma buku-buku ilmiah berbahasa Melayu, novel? cuma baca yg berbahasa inggeris. Jangan baca novel Melayu.

Aku turut nasihat itu. Aku cuma baca novel Bahasa Inggeris, melainkan novel Melayu karya A. Samad Said.

Sudah banyak aku catat mengenai buku, dalam blog terdahulu (http://cikgunadiah.blogspot.com/ -sudah di-private-kan!). Justeru hari ini, catatan mengenai jam pula:

1.Ada sebuah jam dinding di rumah-ku, warna coklat, setahu diri ini sudah 30 tahun(menurut cerita ibu) ia menunjuk waktu kepada kami sekeluarga. 90% imej dan kenangan zaman kanak-kanak ku melibatkan jam itu. Bentuknya empat segi, dengan corak-corak ukiran di sekeliling. Jarumnya berwarna hitam dan mengeluarkan bunyi 'tik tok' yang agak jelas terutama di waktu tengah malam.

2.Ada sebuah jam yang berbentuk seperti periuk. Hadiah dari kakakku (sempena apa lupa plak!). Dalam nya ada ilustrasi seorang ( seekor?) ibu beruang sedang masak untuk untuk anak beruang ( atau mungkin anak sedara beruang, tak pasti pula.haha). Masih baik keadaannya, dan kerana bentuknya yang seperti periuk, maka ia digantung di dapur.
Ye la, periuk kan memang kat dapur letaknya.

3.Semasa aku berusia lapan tahun, atas dasar rasa ingin tahu dan naluri inkuiri yang menggila ( wah, tak bleh blah, haha), aku telah
Pecahkan muka jam sebuah jam tangan dengan menggunakan tukul.
Aku ingat peristiwa ini sebab kaca yg pecah terpercik hampir masuk mataku.
Tapi tentulah tak kena, sebab tu la i tak buta lagi okay

*dan apa  hasil eksperimen aku pecahkan muka jam itu? tiada*

4.Jam-jam hadiah dari IBU, itu yg paling aku kenang.
Semasa di tahun tiga, aku hilangkan satu jam hadiah dari ibu semasa pergi Debat Alam Sekitar di Sabah.(kesal tak habis lagi)
Semasa aku mula kerja di KMJ ini, ibu hadiahkan satu jam emas miliknya (belum hilang, takkan hilang)
Semasa ibu pulang dari Mekah (Umrah, baru-baru ini), ibu hadiahkan satu jam tangan lagi (belum hilang, takkan hilang)

Kalaulah waktu ini boleh dibeli dan diburu
Yang aku mahu cuma ke depan aku maju
Tidak ingin lagi kembali ke masa yang lalu
Supaya tidak perlu kukenal kamu, kamu dan kamu

-Nadiah-

i dun wanna miss my flight

I am left all alone in this creepy KMJ's staff's residential area. All of my housemates ( Dasila, Matun, Aliya, Aishah) has either:

1. Went on a date (nama dirahsiakan)
2.Went back to their hometown
3.Went back to their hometown
4.Went back to their hometown

Only then i remember i have a blog! What a discovery. This is the perfect chance for me to update this already-starting-to-collect-dust blog.

So, why do i prefer staying in P3 rather that going somewhere else?

err, not that i love Tangkak that much, its just that i am waiting for my flight on MONDAY. MONDAY.MONDAY.

That's all...

bleeding rose, bleeding heart, excruciating pain, and now im dead

Skin when stabbed, it bleed
Blood pouring, smells not great
Blood means it once alive and greed
It once has mercy even just a bit


In your blood vessel it once circulate
The vessel broke, get contaminated
Your clothes get all soaked wet
With your life now you bet


Bleeding rose, bleeding heart
It once rose, now its just dead

~Nurul Nadiah Che Rahim~ (copyright)

NOT in the pink of health

After came back from KL, i was infected with an 'unknown type of influenza' virus..(haha)

No, no, it was just a slight discomfort in  my nasal area. No, no, not H1N1, dont worry..

But, my head spin quite miserably, and my nose all runny. It ruins my day, my mood, my everything for getting something... huh

Im getting a fever, my temperature was moderately elevated, disrupt my biological mechanism such as breathing, including my digestion..huh

sigh.............................................................................

Pusara di Lebuhraya

As i drove along the south-north highway, something came up to my thinking which i was quite relief wasnt materialize to reality. What exactly was i thinking about wasnt important, nor did it was of any significance to the life of others, nor did i actually care to share it with the readers, for fear that they will beg to differ, simply i dun wanna write it here, because its a not something i can be proud about or inherit to my heir.

*Tak faham takpa.Terima kasih*

I took the the right lane for i chose to drive in the range of 80-90 km per hour, when it was safe to idle, i'll turn the music volume to full blast, the coarse and harsh melody drilling my eardrum and threatening to torn it raw. Occasionally speeding to overtake the massive, huge oil truck,

I took the sharp turn, almost slip beneath the gigantic wheel, manage to drift away for my life, but the speed send my car flying, and my mind racing, no, im not dying, i simply took revenge and went after the oil truck at the breathtaking speed, the oil truck driver practicaaly chicken and probably wet his pant for the intimidating style of driving i displayed.

Huh, pemandu lori, baru tau betapa terernya saya memandu?

p/s:
yg bertulisan merah tu semua tipu, gara-gara nak tengok wayang kat Mid Valley semalam tak dapat, ramai sgt org. Yg available cuma filem KL Drift yg tak best tuh..huh!