Empty yet flowery

Keseronokan tidur di waktu pagi terganggu tatkala Tikah mengetuk pintu bilik untuk mengejutkan aku dan Farah ke kuliah pagi. Dalam hati sudahku berkira-kira untuk tidak hadir ke kuliah pagi ini. Mata kembali ke pejam namun, bunyi pintu bilik dibuka telah menghampakan hasrat hati untuk menyambung keseronokan mimpi di waktu pagi nan dingin. kusangka Farah juga tidak berasa ingin ke kelas tapi sangkaan ku meleset. Aku dengan malas sambil menggeliat asyik, bangun juga akhirnya. Rambut kusisir perlahan sementara menanti Farah siap bersiram. Dalam terpaksa, air shower yang hampir membekukan urat sarafku sampai juga ke kepala. Dalam menggigil kesejukan, berjaya juga aku menggosok badanku dengan mandian yang hanya membilang hari untuk habis. Baju kurung polka dot putih hitam kusarungkan ke badan. Agak selesa dan nyaman setelah tubuhku dibaluti nipis bedak badan. Farah kembali dengan dua bungkus kue tiow goreng di tangan. dalam kelewatan untuk ke kelas, sempat juga kami menjamah sarapan pagi hari ini. Bagi diri ku, sarapan pagi itu adalah kunci kepada kesegaran minda aku di pagi hari. Langkah kuhayun penuh  malas, namun berjaya juga sampai di bilik kuliah. Kuliah yang amat membosankan memaksa otakku untuk mencipta angan baru dengan membebaskan fikiran aku daripada terperuk di dalam bilik kuliah tersebut. Dek kerana idea angan-angan tidak berapa power, aku keluarkan mp3 kesayangan lalu earfhone kubawa ke kedua-dua belah telinga. Lagu-lagu greenday asyik membuai aku ke alam yang tidak mampu sesiapa cerobohi. Hanya aku dan mereka yang aku ingin bayangkan. Bila kelas ditamatkan, aku antara orang-orang yang terawal bangun melangkah keluar dari dewan kuliah. Dewan kuliah yang seperti di gunung everest kusangkakan itu oleh kerana aircond yang sungguh sejuk dan membuatkan aku mengantuk cepat-cepat ku tinggalkan. Ada beberapa lelaki yang menegur, membuat macam-macam jenis bunyi, berharap kami memberi perhatian kepada mereka. Maaf, saya bukan sombong, jauh sekali perasan. Hari ini penuh dengan kekosongan. Cerita kehidupan masih terus berjalan, tidak berhenti, tidak putus, tidak pula tersekat dimana-mana....

High School Reunion: Not For Tear But for Laugh

  Hello all. Today was a bz day. Guess what? I hung up with my old friends all day! Kitorg adakan reunion ngan kawan2 masa high school dulu. Sedar tak sedar dah 3 years we all graduated from high school. Feels like a little bit tua.(tak suke:( ) Bu today was great. We all buat bbq dekat ngan sungai n beside that sungai ada gua that called Gua Madu. Memang betul, Kalau ada reunion mesti ada bbq baru best. Tapi kalau reunion tu fill with a lot of fun activiies , I think kite akan lagi enjoy. The best ayat yg I always sebut is 'kita dtg sini nk hepy bukan nk nangis'. I always said that bcoz they all banyak sgt gelak. I pon gelak bagai nk rak jgk la. Maklum la, we all berkumpul mcm ni bukan selalu. Bila dah buat party macam ni, kita enjoy la habis habisan kn?I rasa reunion is better than 'union'. I mean that 'union' is masa kita mula2 jumpa ngan kawan2 kita or we can say that masa baru2 kenal. Reunion ni menyatukan semula sekumpulan manusia that shared the same memories pada masa lepas. That was perfect time to remember back apa yang berlaku dulu2 tak kira la the best or bad stories. Kalau dulu ada yg gaduh2, maybe bile ada party reunion macam ni kite boleh lupakan pasal tu and make a new relationship rite? Ada x-classmate I yang dulu couple n skarang dah jadi kawan je. But before jd kawan tu diorang tak bertegur sapa la, lagipun masing2 duk jauh. Masa reunion ni la ada peluang nak berbaik baik. So sweet kn?^^ Yang jauh kita dekatkan yang dekat kita rapatkan. I think that phrase boleh kot digunakan untuk describe reunion ni. =) Tadi kalau dapat mandi sungai lagi best but diorang tak nak. So, kitorang makan2 n tangkap gambar je. I suka jugak bergambar. Banyak pic kitorang tangkap (kalau dapat upload the pic yg kitorang tangkap kn best ,syg nye there were problems!). But I still tak puas hati sangat ngan reunion ni coz ada beberapa orang yang tak join coz of studyg and working. Kitorang tak lupakan mereka yang tak datang, we call them and make them feel yang mereka juga join sama. I like that! Malam ni I tengok tv ad sekumpulan orang2 70-an buat reunion. Masuk berita u! Comel kn, walaupun dah tua still ada semangat nk buat reunion. and what is the most sweet, diorang berkumpul dengan berpakaian baju sekolah! OMG, I pon nak jugak macam tu. Dah 3 tahun Tak pakai uniform sekolah. I wish one fine day kitorang akan buat macam tu jugak. The most important thing is I will never forget who has been my friend becoz once we be friend, forever we will be.><

The Chemistry Between Futsal And 'Tomboy'-170611

After I fikir-fikir selama ni about what exactly I want to publish kat my blog ni, hari ni I putuskan I want to write about my everyday life. Macam tulis diary jugak but tak personal sangat. Saje nak kongsi ngan the whole world about what I am duin n my feeling cakap ape. (padahal dua tiga kerat je yg follow my blog.nge~) Rasenye x salah kn. First time tau pasal blog ni pon they said blog ni macam diari kita but we do not write it on a book. Maybe some people x suke buat macam ni, sama macam I jgk tp tu dulu. I rase like x logik nk kongsi hal kite ngan org lain especially yg xkenal kite pon. But now I think it's okay to share it with others sbb kadang2 sharing is caring :) . Okay now I nak crite about what happend today. This evening ada futsal competition among belia2 Felda. I join jgk macam masa I still kt high school. I just jd simpanan je. (But bukan perempuan simpanan tau). Event tu happening sangat. Ramai yg dtg. The best sight is mamat2 hensem (gatal) n yg dtg naik vespa yg very the pelik but nice. Kat sane I x main pon, still x berani nk masuk padang mcm dulu2 jgk. Dtg ambik nama je.:) I think memg I x patut main pon coz ramai lg player lain yg ok drp I. If I main jgk, n if kitorg lose, I will feel bersalah sgt n think that was my mistake yg buat team kitorg kalah. Pathetic rite? I memg x boleh nk get rid of that thought. Sejak dr dulu lg. I'm not confident enough tuk men dlm serius game mcm tu. Team kitorg main 2 game n both lose. So sad! Girls yg main td hebat2 tau. But they very kasar. Ramai yg macam tom boy. Main mcm laki. Acting like a boy with their short haircut. Really like a Boy! Team yg hebat2 ramai player dia macam tu. I don't think to win we have to behave like a boy. I mean kasar n x nampak ciri2 sorg girl pon. I betol2 frust with them. Kenapa nk jd boy sgt? Maybe dunia skarg ni laki kurang kot, so they all nk bantu ramaikn lelaki la kot.^^ This is just my feeling, maybe diorg ad poblem or ape2 yg buatkn dorg jd mcm tu. Let them be coz I don't care n actually there is a tomboy yg I suka sgt. Ini dia org nye,kawaiiiiii~><

Feels Like Dying

4 Wives

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives

a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament

Growing Up!

How we have changed~

We were young and innocent, oblivious to everything. “Babies come from belly buttons”. That’s what we believe.

        We made paper planes and imitated the Power Rangers. Cooked bougainvilleas and leaves on Barbie kitchen sets, playing pretend while mummy cooked in a real kitchen. Boys? Eeeew!

        Years have passed since then. Many years. Now mum expects the cooking to be done on a real kitchen set and we dream of flying away in a real plane. We watch CSI and How I Met Your Mother. We expect to get flowers, not cook them, and we have long stopped playing pretend.

        We are not so innocent, and wonder how the younger ones can be so ignorant and oblivious. Boys? Giggles.

        We’ve grown… everywhere! Suddenly life is so much more complicated than wondering about which toys we want to play with today. Getting up means having to decide what to wear. Every day brings another question. Many of which still remain unanswered.

        People have changed. We have changed. Playground buddies are now sliding off different things, and we are swinging in different directions. The Monkey Bar is a new club in town. The grass, as usual, is greener on the other side. Now when we say, “Go fly kites”, we don’t get that enthusiastic response we used to.

        Ironic, isn’t it?

        When we were young, we used to talk about the future. Now, we try to hide our past and avoid the future. What are we afraid of? Wrinkles? Judgment? Abandonment? Gossip? Loneliness? Hurt? Change? Others? Ourselves.

        We used to play pretend, but the world’s a stage, literally, and everyone is an actor. Sometimes we wish we’d stop playing that game, get out of character and costume, remove the masks and write our own scripts.

        Conversations took place at slumber parties, and we used to tell stories and giggle till the wee hours of the morning. Now we sit in the dark corners of our rooms and speak to little screens. Our thumbs tend to move faster than our thoughts and we’ve lost the ability to look people in the eyes while having a conversation.

        Everything is suddenly virtual. We are slowly going mute. Abbreviations increase our talking space, but ironically cut down our talk time.

        Sex. Now, does not mean gender. Giggling about sex does not mean we’re embarrassed to talk about, it means we’ve thought about it. Boys are still “Ewwww!” because now it’s the men we’re after.

Bila saya baru belajar.

Salam Kawaii2 semuanya…

The new user is about to begin a short story. This is how it begins. In the windy night, she walked slowly toward the front door. Her boyfriend feels like calling her and it was a laptop named Hoho. She opened it and turned it on then typing a word ‘Blog’. Finally, with some feeling inside his heart, the blog named The Kawaii Me was born.