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kehadapan my future wife(s)

I menulis article ini bukan lah kerana di cabar oleh seorang member yang ingin melihat keromantikan I. Tapi.. err.. I ...menulis ini adalah kerana kehendak I. So, sila baca entri ni perlahan-lahan. Tak perlu laju-laju.

So, wahai my future wife(s)

I don't know who the hell are you and I have no idea where you are right now. But one day, bila kita dah berjumpa, I harap you mampu terima I seadanya seperti mana I akan terima you dan diri you sebenarnya. Lagi pun, I tahu yang you ni memang comel. Dan baik. Dan rajin. Dan alim. Dan cun.

I berharap bila I check facebook you nanti, you tidak letak banyak gambar you yang daring-daring kat facebook. Sebab, setahu I, kalau perempuan tu comel, mesti nak tunjukkan ke seluruh dunia. Macam lah dia sorang je yang comel. I comel tak ada pun letak gambar kat facebook tunjuk ke seluruh dunia. Boleh je hidup. Ehem.

Serta, gambar di facebook tu, jangan lah nak dedah sana dedah sini. Malu I. You pun tau kan, perempuan ni ibarat cokelat Ferrero Rocher. Bila berbalut dengan pembalut, even cokelat tu jatuh kelantai pun orang still nak. Tapi kalau dah tak berbalut, bila jatuh ke lantai, semua buat dono. Ada tu, kalau boleh, ada yang nak pijak lagi. You pun tak nak kena pijak kan?

Lagi pun, you tahu, tak ada lelaki di dunia ni yang nak kahwin dengan perempuan yang seksi meksi.

My future wife(s),

I tak tahu pasal masa depan I. I tak tahu berapa banyak duit yang I akan ada. So, dengan kata lain, I mungkin tak akan mampu kasi rumah 10 tingkat kat you. I juga mungkin tak mampu kasi you 10 emas intan berlian. Harap you tak kisah dengan diri I yang tak beharta ni. Tapi kalau setakat kasi you 20 hingga 30 anak tu, I okay je. Dalam tiga tahun, kita mungkin akan ada 2 anak. Tapi tu tak termasuk yang kembar tau.

Bila kita ada rumah nanti, I tak kisah kalau you nak bekerja. Tapi lagi bagus kalau you duduk je rumah jaga I. I bukan mintak di layan bagai raja. Tapi kalau I balik dari kerja tu, apa salahnya tanggalkan stokin I, urut bahu I, sediakan minum-minum I. Tapi kalau you tak nak buat, tak apa. I boleh tambah lagi 1 (cukup 2). Lagi pun, bila I tambah lagi 1, kurang la sikit beban you. See? I memang prihatin.

Hmm. You tau, I tak mengharapkan yang you adalah gadis lemah lembut dan ikut semua kata I. Kalau you boyish sikit pun apa salahnya. Aggressive itu menarik. Kalau boleh, lebihkan kat bahagian mengada-ngada dan keras kepala you tu. I suka. Senang la I nak ajak bergaduh kalau macam tu. Sebab kalau di ikutkan, I tak suka perempuan yang lemah lembut sangat. Nanti tak meriah rumah tangga. So kalau skali skala bergaduh, best juga kan? Lagi pun, kita gaduh siang-siang je, bila dah nampak katil di malam Jumaat, kita berbaik lah. Tambahan pula, bagi kita, setiap malam kan malam Jumaat.

My future wife (s),

You, I harap you reti memasak. You mesti reti memasak. Apa? Tak salah kalau perempuan tak reti masak? Ya. Memang tak salah. I tak kata pun salah. Tapi jangan salahkan I kalau I tambah lagi 1 isteri (cukup 3) sebab yang satu dan dua tak reti masak nak buat macam mana kan? Okay tak-tak. I tak nak bini 2,3,4. Banyak sangat. bukan tak mampu. Tapi... Ehem.

I harap you reti jaga diri sebelum jumpa I. Kalau boleh, jangan couple banyak-banyak. Tak pernah couple lagi bagus. Tapi kalau dah couple tu, jangan buat yang bukan-bukan dengan boyfriend you. Bila dating tu, jangan nak mengada-ngada keluar berdua. Boyfriend you tu bukan boleh percaya sangat. Kebanyakkanya adalah buaya. Sebab kalau dah lelaki, mesti bermulut manis. Boys, their mouth is bull****. So, don't trust them.

Akhir kata dari I, bila kita kahwin nanti, you masak, I makan. I imam, you makmum. I baca doa, you aminkan. You merajuk, I pujuk. Perfect, kan? So cepat lah cari I. I takut lah nak cari 'you'. Takut tersalah pilih perempuan lain. You pun mesti tak nak jadi isteri ke dua I kan.

Dikala mata melihat alam.

Mendongak keatas,
Kadangkala mempersoalkan rahsia disebalik kepulan putih awanan yang mewarnai birunya hamparan langit,
Dalam celik dek sinaran sang mentari,
Pasti terselit titis-titis jernih melimpahi lantai bumi yang menyegarkan kehijauan segenap tumbuhan.

Ni waktu syiok layan novel (atas dorongan roommate dikasihi). Layaan.

Square Root of Three

I fear that i will always be a lonely number like a root three,
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight,
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine,
For nine could thwart this trick,
With just some arithmetic,
I know I'll never see the sun as 1.7321,
Such as my reality,
A sad irrationality,
When just what is this I see?,
Another square root of three,
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply,
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer,
We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands,
And love for me has been renewed.

Had nothing to do and could not sleep. I opted to see Harold and Kumar's movie. This poem is quoted from the movie. Hope you guys enjoy reading it if not understanding it.

Aduh.. Sedapnya Tidak Terkata..

Hidup manusia penuh dengan kenikmatan untuk orang2 yang mencarinya. Kenikmatan yang dirasakan hanya dapat di hargai mengikut seseorang itu. Lain orang lain citarasa ananan. Sebelum itu, saya panjangkan rasa bersyukur saya diberikan peluang untuk merasai kenikmatan ini.

Kegembiraan mula timbul di hati hanya dengan mendengar dan menyebut tentangnya. Mata membesar dan mengecil dengan cepat, tak sabar untuk melihatnya. Hidung kembang kempis menunggu aromanya yang sangat mengasyikan menusuk. Mulut turut tercungap2 menanti ketibaan rasa yang tidak ada bandingannya. Badan yang lesu menjadi bertenaga semula hanya untuk menikmati sesuatu yang dinanti2kan. Yang malas menjadi rajin. Yang baring menjadi berdiri. Yang bosan menjadi sangat menyeronokkan. Yang muda selalu mencari dan yang tua selalu bertambah. Baik lelaki atau perempuan, kedua2nya sering memenuhi kehendak masing2 dengan kenikmatan yg tersedia ada ini.

Kali pertama ku diberi peluang untuk menjamah rasa nikmat itu tidak dapat ku lupakan. Memori itu masih berlegar di dalam minda ku di setiap waktu. Tidak ada waktu terluang pun yang ku tidak memikirkan pasalnya. Ya, aku tahu. Menunduk kepada nafsu adalah salah. Tetapi nikmat yang dibawa bersamanya sangat payah untuk ditolak oleh akal manusia. Aku mengaku aku telah tewas banyak kali di kehadiran nikmat itu.

Oh OBLONG KAMBING DOUBLE, aroma yang dihidu walaupun balutan belum dibuka, sangat menggairahkan seorang insan yang sedang lapar mahupun yang kenyang. Setelah dibuka, mata ku pula yang tidak dapat menahan bahang daging dibakar membuat ku menitis air mata. apabila hidung dan mata ku tewas, tiba giliran mulut dan deria rasa ku untuk tunduk kepada rasa yang sangat mengiurkan itu. roti yg dibakar dgn mentega, daging kambing yang seadanya manis, sayur hijau yg menambah rasa dan warna. Semuanya dilengkapkan dengan sos2 yg melimpah ruah. Mayonais. Cili. Black pepper. Semua kenikmatan itu bertemu disaat letupan rasa dalam mulutku. Terima kasih atas memberi ku peluang untuk merasai nikmat tak terhingga ini. Alhamdulillah.

 

Eyes For New Places

Traveling.
The most joyful word to be heard for my pairs of ears. Who wouldn't? Traveling for my eyes is not just for the sake of getting away from our daily visited places. It is the journey of gaining experience and knowledge towards better understanding. That is what my parents always tell me. Never be trap in our own world. Explore. Learn. Experience. Appreciate. I never did understand what they mean back then. Because back then, it was, Warner Bro.s Studios in Los Angeles. All i had in mind was the costume characters of batman, the amazing rides, games and parades. What i should have notice was the monorail technology used back then, well who am i to be blame for not capturing that sense of knowledge.

As i grow , my parents bring us to places that are rich in historical values, in the sense of teaching us that how people evolve from one era to the other. Those cities such as, London, Edinburgh, Paris, Amsterdam, Brussels and also the whole of Italy. Not forgetting the historical part of Asia in their prime time, in the likes of the mainland China and Hong Kong. There is no ending of what we can learn from different countries and cultures. Nevertheless, there are the goods and the bad in every corner of the earth. In history and present, values can be collected and learned from.

Sometimes, these values are attainable closer than we think. Need not to go far, just try traveling from one state to another, or from one city to the other. When we just hop on a bus or a train and travel north to the likes of Kelantan and Kedah. A lot of varieties in cultures and foods to be tasted. I could really write a book just talking about the mass variety of things to be seen, heard, taste and learn even just by traveling in our beloved homeland, Malaysia. If the entire Malaysia has been conquered by our eyes, try visiting neighbouring countries.

So,in the end, traveling, is just a medium of word and action for us, to see the world, and expand our mind to be more open and be better in life. I wish you all have a pleasant travel anywhere you desire but always remember, there is no place better than our own sweet home.

Journey of Becoming a Friend

Who is a friend? What is a friendship?
Passing of years, we have seen all kinds of people from good, bad to ugly. Friends come from every angle of our life. Even from different time of age. Each having different personalities in their own special way. This differences are the things that is most precious in our friends. To get to know each other better, to share knowledge together moving forward for the purpose of living the life. No matter how good , bad or even ugly that a friend is in our eyes, they are still human beings brought upon our life to be cherished forever. In other words, friends are our second family.

I remember the time where i met and became a friend for the first time. It all happen when my parents brought me back to my hometown, in Kedah. There was this neighbour of mine, Mat Usop, he is 2 years older than me. He used to climb my granma's fence to play with sheeps and chickens. I ended up playing with him, chasing chickens and running away from mad sheeps. We used to climb rambutan trees but ended up swelling badly from kerengga's bite. Lot's of it. Sharing ghost story and not sleeping because of it. We became brothers. Sadly as years passed by, we grew up differently and not in the same direction. We lost contact for quite some time. Last i heard, he was getting married. Nevertheless, memories of this friendship will never be lost, well not for me. I wish you well my friend, Mat Usop.

As I grow up, my friends do too. One best friend becomes tenths. From childhood friends to schoolmates. It grows to become course mates. From then on, from tenths of friends became hundreds. Although the numbers are not important, the memories that each of it brings change our life of being better. Cherish the old, make a lot more new friends to live life to the fullest.