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Tetiba teringat yang aku penah nangis pada hari pertama sekolah rendah.

Yang peliknya aku nangis time nak balik rumah padahal dari pagi sampai le ke tengahari aku biasa je. Takde beza sangat rasanya dengan tadika cuma semua pun kawan baru dan lagi banyak keja nak kena buat.

Abis je sekolah, aku dengan konfiden melangkah keluar dari pagar sekolah menuju ke bas. Tapi, sampai je kat pintu bas tu, bila tengok tangga buruk tu naik menuju ke dalam bas yang agak gelap aku terus teriak kat situ jugak! Tak ingat dah malu ke apa ke- nangis loktang nih!

Nasib baik le Pak ada pesan kat Cik Mat untuk pi tengok tengokkan aku time abis sekolah. Terus dia angkut aku yang tengah melalak tu balik rumah naik keta.

Yang aku tak tahan tu bila Mak Pak aku dengar citer, diorang dok pakat gelak kat aku. Bukannya nak bagi assurance ke apa ke. Ceh…

That was one tough practical!

I didn’t realize that a simple logo could be so spirit infested.

It took numerous attempts before Cik Easy and I could clear it. In the end we failed to cut the link between logo and spirit source so we only sealed off the logo from further infestations after finally clearing it.

I wonder how long will our seal last…

Finding comfort in strangers

Arriving at Swensen’s after finishing work at 9.30pm, I found the whole block of shoplots dark. There had been a blackout since noon.

The staff was hanging out on the walkway in front of the shop and in one of my fits of craziness, I swung my bike into park in front of the shop and joined them.

I greeted them like old buddies when in fact we were strangers to each other but being a regular there made it less awkward and also the fact that I loved this particular group made it especially easy for me.

This group is mostly Kelantanese, students from a nearby private college doing part-time job to earn some cash. All were 19 years of age and studying the same course. They were due to finish in a month’s time so I might not be seeing them anymore after that.

At times I experienced twinges of envy at their easy camaraderie but it was to be expected since these kids have been buddies since high school and they’re also renting the same house.

I don’t know why but watching them interact fulfilled some sort of need in me. So it was that I spent the rest of the night there with them, part of the group but still apart and enjoying every moment of it. Heck, I even got to share some ice cream cones with them because they didn’t want it all to melt and go to waste!

I stayed with them until they closed and shook hands with almost everyone when it was time to go. I wonder if they’ll even remember me later on but I will miss them when they’re gone.

It is most likely that they’ll never even get a chance to read this blog, but I’d like to extend my appreciation to all the staff at Swensen’s especially Adli, Fatah, Aliff, Izzat and Syawal. Also my thanks to the managers, Ady and May, for making it such an enjoyable night.

The smell of mango ice cream will fix this moment in my mind, forever …

Fly Me To The Moon

Today’s my second piano lesson- classical piano no less. The first baby steps on a journey of 8 years on average.

Ma and Pa, knowing me too well, are very sceptical. I have a history of leaving things halfway: my room décor, my garden, my paintings.

Oh so many chicken shit (as in hangat-hangat taik ayam) to mark my passing.

Terangilah mata hati...

Aku tidak mahu merasa begini.
Tidak tertanggung rasanya.
Sayang yang tidak dapat dizahirkan.

Dilema sekali lagi.
Haruskah ku terus atau membiarkan ianya berlalu?
Namun hatiku tahu akan jawapannya.

Aku tahu ia tidak akan serapat teman sekerjanya.
Aku tahu ia tidak akan semesra keluarganya.
Aku tahu ia tidak akan seakrab sahabatnya.
Aku tahu ia tidak akan seerat kekasihnya.

Aku yang datang di pertengahan.

Mengharap sesuatu yang berterusan.
Hingga ke ‘sana’ jika diizinkan.

Ku terima kurniaan dan ketetapan Allah.
Moga diRedhai dan diRahmati.

“Maafkan, wahai teman.
Ku menumpang di sudut dunia.
Mencari ketenangan.
Sampai masa ku pergi jua.”