Deeper Conversation

Bila pagi-pagi kau org bukak mata dengar lagu-lagu rock memang seksa betul tak. so aku ada satu lagu yg boleh kau org dgr masa kau org nak tidur boleh, lepas tidur pun boleh.

tak ada lah soft sgt lagu ni mcm lagu yg kau org dengar sbb putus cinta. boleh lah untuk dilayan.
singer Yuna, lagu deeper conversation.

Is your favourite colour blue?
And do you always tell the truth?
Do you believe in outer space?
I'm learning you

Is your skin as tan as mine?
Does your hair flow side ways?
Did someone take a portion of your heart?
Now I'm learning you

And if you don't mind can you tell me all your hopes & fears
And everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me....

I've let my guard down for you
And in time you will too

And if you don't mind can you tell me all your hopes & fears
And everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me....

And if you don't mind can you tell me all your hopes & fears
And everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me....

Deeper conversation with me
Deeper conversation....

Does your name rhyme with mine?

Je Parle.

Seruan Jahanam.

bila kebosanan.
syaitan datang meniup idea nilai juta-jutaan.

bermula satu kisah seorang hamba hina bermasalah.
melangkah ke satu dunia yang salah.
memerangi jalan-jalan Allah.

syaitan lakhanat!

kau tiup seruan tipuan keduniaan kau!

aku kebingungan.
memikirkan apa yang telah aku lakukan.

dosa pahala tuhan saja yang tahu.
bila syaitan datang?
bila-bila dia mahu.

kau org mampu tahan?
tahan sampai kau org mati kesesakan.
selagi kau org tak tepis seruan syaitan jahanam.

kau org sesak dalam dunia khayalan.

kembali!
mari kembali kepada yang Maha Merahmati.

Single Conversation.

what a lovely day!
I'm never been like this before.

radio : off.
tv : didn't watch.
handphone : no sound.
internet : just once.
movie : aiyok! no!
reading : not in mood. :)

and suddenly! nothing... :(

what's going on?

I'm never been like this before, but I'm still happy...
I should worried why it happen to me right?

do please... think it for me?

I have no time.
mom said, "you should packing your stuff now..."

what stuff?

oh sorry! she's pulling my ears! :p

packing! peace out yaw :)

All The Way.

I'm never prepared for it.

I just give a try. Heading to Ipoh with not in a proper dress on me.

Just try my best in the interview.

there is the result. thanks MARA.

GANJA

oh God! I can't sleep. it's very very HOT!!! I ate too much of it. ganja oh ganja. I got the name, ganja from hafizah when her Tok told her what they call the "king". It absolutely absurd right!?

what I need now is go the bathroom.

I have to douse up myself to the water! oh! I'm so HOT! that's why I'm HOT!

hahaha :D

Back to Business.

* bike dengan zharif petang-petang.


* main dengan kucing.


* buku yg dah habis baca (tak termasuk dictionary). Ada lg satu kotak! :D

Selamat. Kau. Selamanya.

Bila bulan terus mengambang tatkala sang serigala menyalak keriangan, kau seorang meredah langit gelap.

Selamat kau sampai di sana.

Bila sedap mulut mengunyah chicken chop Treehouse bersama teman, teringat kita mengunyah nasi lemak along City Mewah.

Bila aku dengar berita si macha selamat sampai. Syukur aku panjatkan.

Jangan lupa cha, balik nanti sama-sama kita bentang karpet merah untuk naik kereta idaman.

*Ap selamat sampai di Sydney pukul 2pm waktu tempatan.

Goodbye.

Kau. Dulu. Kini. Selamanya.

Kalau dulu, beberapa orang jaguh kampung bersama kereta dan motor berselimut turbo sudah terpacak menyendeng dekat tepi-tepi Padang Speedy. Tawakal, Zorahbibi, Ha roti canai, Nikmaat, cm (bukan central market tapi city mewah) menjadi satu kewajiban tempat untuk dituju. Tapi kini, semua jadi satu memori indah utk dijadikan santapan rohani. Tradisi tetap tradisi, aku teruskan juga.

Apa sudah jadi?

Kalau dulu, bila telefon tangan berbunyi menandakan ada satu pesta penting untuk aku dan rakan-rakan. Air terjun, pantai, pondan "tua" jalanan, masuk hutan keluar hutan, pusing pekan buat telinga bingit, jalan-jalan cari makan, beli-belah sampai lelah. Tapi kini, masuk kelas keluar kelas, buka buku tutup buku, tidur sampai lebam.

Apa sudah jadi?

Apa kau org fikir?

Mati hidup kembali, 4 tahun lagi baru meriah lagi.

Baru td aku berkelana dari Teluk Intan, Baru tadi kau pergi untuk ilmu pengetahuan, sampai aku hampir kecelakaan di jalanan Sg. Buloh.

Asyraf nama diberi, Ap gelaran macha zindagi, bila lagi...?

Australia bukan jauh sangat, sejengkal pun tak sampai ikut peta dunia. Tapi apa boleh buat, rezeki tetap rezeki.

Balik tadi kedengaran corong Radio Xfresh Fm mendendangakan lagu-lagu Too Phat. Teringat kisah puteri kayangan Fauzan bercerita tentang kisah Hip Hop putera impian dia. Apa lagi dalam kereta break dance diberi. Saat melayan lagu-lagu Irama Hip Hop, satu pesanan aku dapat dari Kamil, si mulut tertutup makanan diperut. "woi, dengar X-fm, kita tribute utk Ap". Berjoget sakan!

Petronas tempat menyinggah, menunggu "belon" yang kau tumpang kelihatan tapi tak kesampaian. Putrajaya menjadi saksi "belon" kau kami lambaikan. Selamat berlepas kawan. Takkan kau org nak menangis lagi. Hidup perlu diteruskan. Pelukan perpisahan sebagai seorang rakan memang kami bayang-bayangkan lagi.

Alah! 4 tahun bukan lama, sekadar nombor untuk dikira.1 2 3 4,perkataan tahun hanya untuk sedap didengar!

Untuk semua, aku dendangkan kau org lagu "you are not alone" dari si mamat Jackson.
Apa di mana dan siapa yang tinggal, bila sampai kampung halaman, jangan lupa kau gegar telefon di tangan, menekan nombor-nombor mengikut turutan sepatutnya, kita gelak keriangan sampai hilang bosan tapi penuh kenangan.

dey macha, yenggamma, makkidda, bananna, fumakila, appaaraa, jangan lupa lewat ashaari yang kita laungkan dekat sana!

Atirah, jangan kau sedih gila-gila, Ap pergi belajar tak lama.
Thanks to Ain-Zarif and Amalina-Fauzan yang sudi datang.

zarip, pojan, kamil, syamim, yazid,faiz hanis, maye, azhari, tinggal kita untuk gegarkan pekan tercinta. Bunyi kembara pasti jarang-jarang didengar tapi apa yang pasti, Teluk Intan kita tetap gegarkan.

tak lupa jugak dekat rakan STARIAN 026, khairul naqiyudin (mao) yg berlepas malam tadi ke India. Nasib baik aku jumpa kau. Happy abroad friend!

Selamat belajar kawan, tahun depan aku menyusul, tapi aku merantau ke UK lah! doakan aku juga.
Selamat tinggal Ap, kau di sana kami di sini. Susah apa, dunia dekat hujung jari.

Perhentian. Terakhir. KLIA.

Bila masa di mana mengimbas cuti semester ini, banyak destinasi dah dialui. satu pehentian ke satu perhentian. kalau naik lrt ataupun ktm yang sedia ada pun aku ingat tak cukup. mana lagi kau nak pergi?

mandi air terjun, padang besar, go-kart, char kuew tiaw, feri penang, sampai tak ingat dunia dah! banyak gila. nanti bila dah tua, family ajak, kita duduk lepak tempat sama, minum-minum, makan-makan. dah tak larat nak berjalan.

sekarang waktu tempatan bersamaan dengan perhentian terakhir.
kau pergi kami pun hilang seorang!

Kalau nak main drift dengan kereta kancil mamat rambut pondan, dekat ladang kelapa sawit memang tak sempat.

tapi, kalau kau org nak tangis-tangisan dekat KLIA nanti memang berbaloi sebab kita nak drift troli-troli yg ada dekat KLIA.

ayuh rakan-rakan macha haree sekalian!

sebelum Ap pergi Australia menunggang kanggaroo, kita tunggang kereta ramai-ramai ke KLIA.

Kembara kau selimut sampai kau balik! :p

Selamat sambung belajar kawan! setahun kau tak pegang buku, jangan nak mengeja pun kau dah tak reti sudah! hahaha :D



Happy Abroad! :')

Kuala. Lumpur. 24. hours.

*cium! cium! acap asyik cium kereta lepas repair.



*si zarip tak sabar-sabar nak jumpa gf dekat UM!




*jadi tunggul kepada 2 couple yang berdating!



*ehem ehem! no comment :D



*ni lagi satu! haish!


*sukanya kau org! grrrrr!

I'll Be There - The Jackson 5

You and I must make a pact,
we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there

I'll reach out my hand to you,
I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there

I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you,
I'm so glad that I found you
I'll be there with a love that's strong
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on

Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be there to protect you,
with an unselfish love that respects you
Just call my name and I'll be there

If you should ever find someone new,
I know he'd better be good to you
'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there,
just call my name, I'll be there

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

I'll be there, I'll be there,
whenever you need me, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah

I'll be there, I'll be there,
just call my name, I'll be there...





*Bring it on! I'll be there! InsyaAllah...

Ini Bukan Kerja Susah, Cuma Beri Bantuan

Bila aku fikir sematang yang mungkin, sebenarnya tak susah kerja ini kalau nak dibandingkan dengan kerja mengecat jalan pada waktu manusia keluar makan tengah hari.

Cerita bermula.

Aku menunggu acap di depan rumahnya. Kami dah lama bercadang nak ke butik pakaian mahal, bundle jazam sepakat.

Tak sempat enjin kereta waja impreza aku hidup, " cha, aku kena hantar orang pergi Ipoh " keluar dari mulut acap.

Mak cik yang telah kehilangan suaminya meminta bantuan dari kami untuk menghantar adiknya yang baru sampai dari India. Orangnya susah, anak ramai, suami sudah tiada. Teringat difikiran band hujan mendendangkan lagu Bila Aku Sudah Tiada.

Dengan deruman sang harimau Toyota Unser corvert Alphard, aku , acap dan zarif bergerak bersama mak cik serta anak perempuannya bersama-sama adiknya yang baru sampai dari India, yang ingin bekerja di Ipoh. Apa yang kami sangkakan amatlah berlainan. Soalan yang kami tanya tiada jawapan. Sepatah perkataan Bahasa Melayu beliau tak tahu. Akhirnya, kami sampai ke destinasi yang dituju, Restoran Kari Kepala Ikan Salim setelah berpeluh-peluh seperti bermain layang-layang di sawah padi.

Selesai sudah kerja kami. Cuba kita sama-sama renungkan. Orang yang datang ke Malaysia, tidak tahu sepatah perkataan Bahasa Melayu pun boleh hidup berdikari. Takkanlah rakan-rakan kita yang punyai pengetahuan walaupun Sedikit dalam penggayaan Bahasa Inggeris tidak boleh menyesuaikan diri di rantau orang?

Kalau hantar aku ke UK tahun depan, wah! 5 tahun lagi aku balik, mungkinkah aku seperti Khairi Jamaludin? InsyaAllah. Hidup di rantau orang, perjuangan kita mesti tetap diteruskan.

Tapi mungkin akan ada yang merindukan Nikmaat, Ayam Goreng Winner, Ha roti Canai, Mee Jawa, McDon, Oldtown dan kawan Nobita nanti. Jangan kau menangis!

Why Is It So Easy To Say We're One?

Do you agree with me, those of your friends that you know at your college is absolutely same with your friends you had known mostly for five years and stay under one roof together?

For sure your answer is not, right?

This entry is tribute to one of our friends who had bounded himself from us. Issazamil.

I’m very sure that a few of us had been met him everywhere. Are you ignore him? For sure you’re not. I absolutely know that you not ignore him. Do you care about him?

Last few days, I was have a conversation with Cycl, Arham and Apit. We’d been discussed about our website which haven’t got festivity from you. Why is it so easy to say we’re one? It is just only a speech among us. I know we’d our own problems, business, target, carrier and so on. I still remember what our PK Hem had said during the grand dinner last 3 years. “ Believe me, after this grand dinner is finish, your can’t gather all of your friends when you want to have a gathering or event which relate to your batch. So, grab this chance and make it so meaningful to you “. It was true. We couldn’t gather both of us right? When it will become more worst, lets grab each other, help each other and trust each other before we lose.

Issazamil is not just a friend but he is one of our brothers. We must don’t let him away from us. Give him full of support and full of believe that he could make a good way for his future. Cycl had said to me, “ I want our batch success together “. Do you with him? I’m in!

Looking back, some moments were really glorious. The lesson I learnt? For now, help each other and have faith.

Strive hard 46!

Designated Desire

I will be rank with them…

Firstly, I must admit that my five years at STAR were a memorable and happy time. It was an honour And I found it fulfilling to be able to serve my Alma Mater.

During my revisit STAR on the Old Boys Weekend last week, many group of people that I can describe. Like the young Staroba, I can describe them as college student, old Staroba, not too old but about not more than 15 years after leaving the school, they all have their own carrier, and the old-timer, these people were I want to talk about. The professional. I have been paralyzed with astonishment when I saw a Ferrari, Mercedes Benz CLK, Beetles which is the car that I have been dreamed. How can they can have those cars? Of course with the money. But what was I thinking is how they can be like this. Have good cars, professional carrier, succeed their life and so on. These thing had been in my mind every time I step back to STAR for OBW.

Since childhood, I had been dreaming all about those thing. Some times, The eccentric feels is on me, why they always remember to their school. I had the answer when I was one of them, a Staroba which mean I’m an Old boy. These prestige’s school have made a 1001 memories for the Old boys. We had spent our life for years here. That is why they are coming back when OBW.

When my batch team have lost to our senior team which from 43rd batch (fivers 2003), my friends and I having a tour to the school. We went to Balai Hinggap where the place I have met the professionals. Sokhini Hamid, STARIAN 1977, promoting his name in the STAR through the years book. I bought the book with a few signatures. One of them is him, Sokhini Hamid, the sportsman during his year, 1977. Now he is the Senior Manager of KEV. In page 94, Haji Yussof Ahmad, he is one of the 1st batch in STAR, now he is a National Judge if I’m not mistaken. He also put down his signature in my book I bought. His son is also a STARIAN, Atan Mustaffa, fivers 1986, a lawyer. Prof. Emeritus Abdullah Hassan, batch members of Haji Yussof Ahmad, the one who had been advice me to continue on my writing and blogging. They all are the person who carries us in this matters.

Now, it is my turn. One day, I will be rank with them. Have a good job, good cars, good family and a professional too. I invite to all my friends, would you join me? Not for our selves but it is for our parent, teachers, religion, nation, kingdom and of course to our school. It is not wrong to dream about what we are in the future, but make sure the dream is our target to have all of those we want to have.
Believe me, one day I will be rank same with them. InsyaAllah.

An Essay About A "Friend"

All are but parts of stupendous whole
Whose body nature is, and Allah the soul
That, with human the world is filled
Making it straight, but sometimes very tilted
With very good, there's something bad
Just like my life, a "friend" that I had

Just I love, I don't think I could...
*sigh*

Budak Kecil

Bila kali terakhir aku mengimbas zaman kanak-kanak, remaja dan kemudian dewasa, banyak pengetahuan, dugaan, cabaran, tentang hiudp yang aku dapat.

Ini bukan lg cerita waktu tadika dulu, Arnab dgn kura-kura, Kancil dgn buaya, tapi ini kisah benar.

Kau org waktu 14 tahun, apa kau org buat? belajar, tuisyen, bermain dgn sahabat bukan?

Bukan lg kopi putih pekan lama yg aku selalu lepak, tapi nasi ayam singapura temapat kami (acap dan aku) tuju. Makan tak ingat dunia, bukan lg kopi putih sejuk yg dipesan, hanya kopi o ais kurang manis seperti yg dijanjikan. Enak berbual tentang kehidupan dunia yg penuh dengan pancaroba. Macha haree yg akan berlepas ke Australia (acap) bercerita tentang Prof. Dato' Zainal Kling, bekas pelajar STAR dan juga si petah berkata lunak jiwa bergelora apabila dia mendengar beliau berceramah di stesen radio pada rabu malam.

Enak menjamu selera seperti hari raya, datang seorang budak kecil, memberi salam, ingin menjual kalendar 2010, berpakaian baju warna hijau lusuh, bersongkok, kelihatan penat seperti seharian berjoging. "Adik dari mana?" Aku soal dan jawapan yg diberi, Negeri Sembilan. "Dengan siapa?" lg sekali soalan dari aku, dengan muka letih dan lesu, beliau dtg bersama gurunya. Tidak kelihatan langsung gambaran wajah si pembawa. Wajah kecil yg dtg untuk menjual kalendar itu kami tembak dengan soalan-soalan cepu emas. Dia dtg utk mendapat wang utk menjana Sekolah Maahad utk golongan Tahfiz. Swasta, yuran percuma, ditinggalkan guru untuk menjual kalendar dan dtg bersama beberapa lg yg lain. Kami keluarkan apa yg ada dalam poket. "Duit ini untuk kau, bukan utk sekolah, kau pergi minum dulu, penat tu, sekolah tahfiz jgn melencong. Jadi betul-betul Hafiz" kami akhirkan soal bicara.

Apa kau org fikir?

Ini pernah aku persoalkan dulu, kau org kata swasta, mesti ada fund kau org sendiri. Kau org suruh budak-budak kecil untuk semua yg kau org perlu. Kenapa tidak kau org sendiri? Kalau kau org ikut jalan yg betul mesti kau org dapat. Buat apa adakan Pusat Zakat, Kementerian Pelajaran, macam-macam lg kau org boleh buat. Kau org tak fikir, apa kata bangsa lain? Islam tidak membantu saudara mereka? Kau ckp kerajaan menolak untuk membantu. Kau org pun ikut jalan salah. Cuba kau org iku prosedur yg betul. Kau org kata swasta,yuran semua percuma. Jangan kau org nak salahkan kerajaan saja. Kau org ingat dia org nak hadap kau org saja? Dia org lg banyak masalah. Ekonomi, politik, rasuah, banyak lagi. Dalam dunia tak ada yg percuma. Kalau percuma kenapa kau org jual kalendar? Budak 14 tahun tu kalau seminggu kau org bawak dtg sini sana, seminggu dia org rugi tak belajar.

Jemu aku nak ckp pasal benda-benda mcm ni. Mcm ikan goreng basi, kucing pun tak mau makan kalau bagi hari-hari. Kau org pandai-pandailah fikir sendiri. Tapi aku ingatkan pada adik-adik, Kalau kau kejar dunia betul-betul, akhirat jgn lupa juga dan kalau kau kejar akhirat, kejar betul-betul, jangan melencong.

I Remember Everything On My Way Back from STAR Ipoh

The mystery beginnings of my years in STAR can be traced to the day in 2002 when I got the letter from the Ministry of Education told me that I had accepted by one of the prestige’s school in Malaysia, STAR. Since I did quite well in my finale year, now I was in IPT , majoring in mechanical engineering.
It was my story for years ago. I returned to STAR recently for the third time, but this year, a flood of memories swept over me as we (with batch members) took a tour of the grounds during the Old Boys Weekend 2009 on 26 to 28 of June. It was started at Taman Cempaka where I found out my friends (Suhaib, Joner, Bashar, Shashuk, Pdd, Cycl and Pudin) were the first group arrived the ground earlier. Then we off to White House where the old boys have to stay. Those day, I looked at the basketball court and the memories calls up where the beginning of me to be a basketballer. I went to the court and played with the present Starians. The other have their own plan, playing rugby tap with the other old boys.




There were more of our batch members arrived the compound, Syamim, Peqnoul, Mama. At night, two cars of members from Kuala Lumpur. Heaven! Best gila ramai yang datang! There were Naqib, Zoul, Nasu, Myo, Ammar and Pundut. Zahhar and Poey were the rempiters on the weekend. As I recall the nickname given to Afiq Roslan, Stigue. What a name? Nor to forget Nuar and Suhel, those members came late for the dinner at Char Kuew Tiaw dataran Ipoh. Sorry guys if I have forgotten who else. Mimi came with Cycl, from Setiawan after done the Unikl’s sports carnival. Those night we’d play futsal that finished at 2 am. It was amazingly happening. The tiredness continued when waiting so long for our order at Nasi Vangey. Then we off to STAR and what I was thinking is coming true. They’re not to sleep yet. Talking, talking and still talking.




The next day, I’m the earlier person took a shower, wah! The water came out is not like water it’s cold like ice. It’s very, very cold! Then we joined the Old Boys five a side football tournament. We’d lost at our senior batch 2003 by 1-0 at semi-final. After that, we’d registered our selves. Officially registered with just only Ringgit Malaysia 20.00 because we’re IPT student. Thanks to the organizer! We’d tried to hunt the teachers but hambar…tak ada cikgu pun!



After the match, we took a tour to Balai Hinggap, have a look what the eigtynine batch brought for Staroba merchandise. I bought STAR (through the years) book with RM10. Offer lah! Before this it was RM50. Mahal oh!. Lunch hour, we’d move our selves to dinning hall but it’s not open yet. So we decide to have our lunch again at Nasi Vangey. Pedas gila! The evening made a history, The STAR ( cobratasha ) kicked the Mc Kerk-kerk ( MCKK) away in the under-15 rugby match Piala Eightynine with 9-5. Then together we'd our rouse-up song! rouse-up young starians all!




At night, we’d off to grand dinner where we laugh, have more talking, enjoying, snapped pictures, karaoke. Rasydan was sing a song tittle Sonata Musim Salju that dedicated to Cikgu Julie, our physics teacher. Then we’d sing Merisik Khabar together as a batch. Sayup gila oh rakan-rakan! Because tomorrow, we’d to step off the ground. Then, we’d waiting so long to have a time with Cikgu Julie. As I remembered, She said that I’m the one she didn’t expected to be an engineer because it’s hard to teach me on Physics. Hahaha! it’s my destiny cikgu. Thanks to you. We’d finished our conversation with Cikgu Julie almost at 1 am.




ZZZZzzZZZzzZZzzzzz… Very tired!




The next day, last day of Old Boys Weekend! The last agenda is the rugby match between the Staroba and The Present Boys. With their new CANTER jersey sporsonred by batch eigtynine, the present boys won the game. After the game, we went to dinning hall,have our lunch with the other Old Boys, The baton to handle the Old Boys Weekend next year passed to the batch 1990 which is batch of Rashidi Ishak if I'm not mistaken. Then we'd back to our business. Packing, prepared to get back home. I drove myself back home with a thousands of memories on that weekend. I shall always remember this OBW because Mama and Naqib will not able to come for years coming. They pursue their study overseas. Semoga selamat Mama di US nanti, and Naqib di India. So what ever it is, just as Starians of yore have striven and successfully climbed the ladder of life and made a mark for our selves in diverse spheres of human activity in the country or abroad, should Starians of today dedicate themselves to the task at hand in STAR. Do not let yourselves, our parents, our teachers, and our school down. Reach for the STARS!