Serunai Malam dan Interlok

Di sebalik cerminan kegilaan dan obsesi melampau diriku terhadap dunia nombor-nombor (Matematik), sebenarnya terdapat sedikit ruang dalam jiwa ini untuk kesusasteraan.

Ruang yang makin sempit oleh keadaan yang lebih membentuk kecenderungan ke arah mempelajari semua rahsia di sebalik ilmu kira mengira yang tidak berperasaan.

Tahap kesusasteraan paling hebat pernah aku kaji adalah

KOMSAS tingkatan 4 dan 5

(boleh gelak..haha)

Tanpa sebab yang jelas, dalam himpunan bahan bahan yang dipelajari ( di tingkatan 4 dan 5 itu), satu karya yang paling aku gemari adalah drama yg bertajuk Serunai Malam.

Mengisahkan jiwa patriotik seorang anak muda yang berperang dengan desakan dari kekasih hati dan keluarga untuk membuat pilihan kerjaya.

Namun yang paling disukai tentulah lagu 'Serunai Malam' yang dinyanyikan oleh Kartina Dahari dan versi asal oleh Bing Slamet ( tidak pasti pula kewujudan versi-versi lain)




Dan baru baru ini ketika pelancaran Kelab Rukunegara Kolej, para pelajarku telah mempersembahkan sketsa 'Serunai Malam'

(Suka la cikgu nya ni..heehe)

Interlok, di sebalik semua isu yang dibangkitkan adalah bahan bacaaan aku ketika di Darjah 5 lagi

Aku terjumpa buku itu dalam almari, saiznya sebesar buku HP and The Deathly Hallows( hard cover version), kulitnya berwarna merah dan bahasa yang digunakan adalah sangat klasik

Seperti lapan dieja sebagai delapan, hancur sebagai hanchor, ke sebagai ka dsb

Aku membacanya berkali-kali setiap hari dan ada beberapa mukasurat kutanda, sebagai bahagian cerita yang paling menarik hati.

Malangnya buku itu dipinjamkan kepada seorang kawan dan tidak dipulangkan sampai sekarang

Kali kedua aku menjumpai buku itu di perpustakaan MRSM beberapa tahun kemudian

Tapi edisi yang baru otu tidak menarik minatku kerana ejaan yang digunakan sudah diperbaharuui dan moden

Let it be, let it be, let it be, ohhh, let it be, let it beee~~~

I know the time will come when i have to

be wiling 
to let go of the dream


~~Whisper word of wisdom, let it be, let it be, let it be~~
Quoting The Beatles...Let it Be....

Dont you ever say sorry, just go away

Every one is the product of civilization, and any human being who walks the earth will ever heard of the word 'sorry'.."maaf', or any equivalence as such in other tounge.

And as the civilization set us apart from the native, being polite is one essential criteria to brand a person as civilized or animal, the simplest act of being polite involve apologizing and seek forgiveness.

A quote saying..
sorry seems to be the hardest word...i'd like to add

Sorry seems to be the hardest word to both party:

1. People who do wrong

2.People who are wronged

The first type understandably will view 'sorry' as a difficult word for the act of saying sorry will force them to admit their mistake and subject to the need to repent. understandably, apart from monk, admit one mistake is the harshest punishment for someone's ego.

The second type, however

Sorry seems to be the most difficult word because 

1. To forgive other's wrong deed to us cost us more than just nice heart, we need to be really strong to let go of  all the bitter memory and pain brought by the culprit.

2. The act of seeking forgiveness make it final the person in question is guilty. and it hurts especially when the person in question topped rank in your heart.

Sungguh pedih, sedih.....

Stay the same

If only you can see the way i see you, you'll be amazed how amazing you are, you won't change anything because you are great the way you are ( the way i picture you)


And aint it what matter most?


I wish you can see the way i see you...you are amazing the way you are, dont change anything

Kau begitu sempurna, di mataku kau begitu indah...

bbq-di hari kejadian

Efficiency defines youth ( without discrediting the senior citizen).

Our bbq plan can be considered as last minute. Everything was planned and carried out A DAY before the real ocassion.

The mastermind ( not me) arrange almost everything ranging from our determined effort to bring forth the fire to the grilling task later on. Two people were in charge of the kitchen section, fried some more crackers, french fries and nuggets.

*I pulok, AJK kebersihan sajorhhhh*

Because the venue was at our house, i gotta tidy up the place 

( baca: kemaskan rumah yg dh sememangnya  sudah kemas). 

The chores including sweeping the front porch 

( baca: sapu porch yg sememangnya sudah bersih)

rearrange the shoes ( rumah duduk 3 org tp kasutnya macam ada 15 org)

(baca: susun kasut yg sememangnya sudah tersusun)

Kesimpulannya AJK kebersihan mmg tak byk kerja sebab ...

well whaddaya expect huh?

rumah anak dara kan nihhhh, mestilah kemas dan bersih (fakta tidak boleh bangkang)

Then, our voices and laughter implies how much fun we had, i was a bit worried for fear the neighbour might be complaining.

Then the event was a huge success, for one whole night we've been chatting and talking so loud.

Apart from one of my friend highlighting and critizing how small my TV was ( sakit mata wooo, katanya), we ( my housemate and i~) are the most successful host of the bbq.

Congratulations to us...

To be continued......

bbq

For the lack of better word, last week was frantic. 

With mid semester examination looming near, and internal inspection was just around the corner. 

Worse, the never-seems-to-be-well-prepared-to-face-examination students were after us (their lecturer) to pose various questions demanding immediate answer right there and then. They came to us in group of 5-6 students, crowding our table with at least one or two trig proving to solve (without them trying first) EACH, and not to mention their heart-wrenching story of all the pain and suffer they went through to solve Maths.

Me: Ini soalan proving, sy tak boleh buat ajer, u kena try dulu, baru tau nk buat lain kali, dlm exam bukannya soalan yg sama...

Pelajar: Sy tak boleh....sy tak boleh.....sy tak mampu buat...miss tau tak saya tak tidur semalaman buat maths je, pastu tak dapat jugak...x dapat.... (dengan muka dan nada yg disayu-sayu kan, airmata nya tertahan-tahan)

*aku mengerti tekanan mereka ( sbb itu aku tidak marah) dengan subjek Matematik ini, tapi salah sendiri kan?*

Manage your stress well ( as i'd say to myself), stress in small quantity (stress to countable kan? ehehe)  will do you good, vice versa.

In the midst of overwhelming stress ( students yg stress ye, berjangkit kpd lecturer-nya..haha), we decided to escape from the sea of worries and qualms just for a moment (students yg worried ye, berjangkit pd lecturer nye...haha).

As i told you, the real indulgence in this world is food, spoil yourself with a reasonable amount of heavenly delicacies and everything will be just right...dont forget to add some laughter with good friends and acquittance, or in the case of married people with kids, nothing can be more soothing than the pleasure (and pressure kot..?)  of those kiddo chasing around each other.

I digressed a lot huh?

bbq

Last time i had it was about 6 months ago with a bunch of already-graduated-matriculation-students. Venue : Pusat bbq KMJ

It was all the idea of Azalea ( bukan nama sebenar) who suggest bbq instead of long queue ( at the cinemas...haha)

We made a task delegation, of course it will involve massive labour in kitchen

*massive la sangat*

There were eleven of us

So we got chicken/prawn/ fish to be clean and cut into parts, we gotta prepare the ingredients to marinate the chicken and we gotta cook fried mee/ rice/ macaroni to be served along with the grilled chicken, we gotta served the sauce , and unanimously we want nice dessert following the main course...

*the list can go on*

Tapi, fortunately task yg kat atas tu hanya berlaku dlm perancangan aku shj

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.kerana semua nya kami tempah dan BAYAR sahaja..haha

*task delegation la sgt*

kita hanya mampu merancang...haha

Next discussion revolved around the venue:

Below are the excerpt of our conversation:

Me: Nk buat di mana ni? nearest adalah gunung ledang

Friend 1: Bosan nye Gunung Ledang, mane lagi tempat rekreasi sekitar sini?

Friend 2: Di Melaka mcmana?, ape tmpat yg ada?

(tiada siapa mampu jawab kerana xde sorang pun org melaka dan org johor dlm geng kami)

Friend 3: buat kat rumah je, siapa yg halaman rumah dia paling luas:

(semua pandang aku)

Me: okay

to be continued.....

For the love of it

I want to write, trying to digress for a minute from numbers

I face too many mathematical symbol, operation, theorem, formulas, proving in a day, i'd feel, i'll burst with it.

I do LOVE maths, but too much of it incite boredom, too much of it will be the source of qualm, never ending request for sharp state of mind, quick witted and i'll end up TIRED.

okay, ada kelas, angka lagi.....

I'm not happy

People said i look happy


But im not happy..

The untold story

This is the story of Ven and Red

The deafening sound followed the exploding gun, next a thundering screaming was heard, a female, Red's voice.

The wild bullet pierce Red's chest, Red screamed an agonizing excruciating pain scream, it sounded both like cry of despair and plea for hope, blood spurted right through the tragic hole where the bullet make a passage straight to the vital organ of breathing, the lung.

Ven lurched forward to catch whatever remains of Red

Whatever remains of Red no longer alive, but the memory of Red will live forever, through Ven...

Nadiah Che Rahim (12 mlm, catatan sebelum tidur..ZzzZZzzz)