Wednesday, 28 October 2015

it was a text message

Kisah sedih

Hey are u there

Are u asleep?

Hey, I’m here as always. Why?

Kenapa, tak boleh message dah ke?

Nope. Tak boleh dah. You wanna know why?

Yea, why?

Because you’re soon to be married. And unless you wanna tell me you love me too, if not, don’t u ever contact me. Be faithful to your girl because I wish I am her.

Guess what, I wish I WAS her. Because, you’re just a guy who take advantage on girls with your good qualities which I crave in man. Yes I love you and I fucking damn like you. You know that, and I’m damn aware of it. But damaged done, there will never be us. You’ve said that earlier because your girl always be the first. Make her proud to be one. Don’t flirt with every girl who found you attractive, just because you can. That’s fucking low, and its fucking hurt. I’m hurt!

I’m trying to move on, and you’re not helping. I’m sorry I like you more than I should. But it happened, so just let me be alone and mend my heart. I can’t be yours, then you shouldn’t hold my heart.

Lastly why you cant text me, or call me is because,

Everytime your name appears on my phone, my heart still skip a beat



Sunday, 18 October 2015

iwrote

Iman

Inilah hari yang di tunggu. Tak sangka, nak kahwin juga aku. Tapi tak sangka dengan Najib. Out of all three guys tu, aku pilih Najib. Ramai cakap sebab duit. Aku ni materialistic ke? Aku Cuma realist. Hidup perlu duit, dan ada orang offer jalan mudah, kenapa nk susah? Kahwin. At the age of 24. Dengan orang yang aku tak pernah cinta. Memang macam drama melayu slot akasia. Tapi things happened. Aku percaya ada hikmah. Walaupun sebenarnya aku sendiri tak tahu aku cari apa dalam hidup. Tiba-tiba ada orang ketuk dan offer my life goals.

Henna dah siap. Majlis berinai meriah. Dapat kumpul dengan PCP balik. Pyjamas party. Inilah konon majlis yang aku nak paling simple. Tapi being a businessman, air muka Najib aku kene jaga juga. There goes my first wifely lesson. Sigh


Dan dia tanya juga. Soalan yang dah lama aku nak cerita. Aku nak bagitahu. Aku nak kongsi. Dan dia tanya.

 ‘kenapa awak pilih dia?’

Dan aku sebut jawapan yang dah lama aku practice depan cermin. Aku ingat boleh keluar flawlessly macam yang aku selalu bayang. Tapi ada juga sikit perkataan terlekat dekat tekak. Aku jawab juga, perlahan, tapi firm. Tak teragak-agak.

‘ sebab awak, tak pernah tanya dekat saya pasal kita. Awak tak cakap kita masih ada, bila saya tanya, awak tak mampu beritahu apa-apa. Saya pilih dia, sebab awak tak mahu saya’

Dia angguk. Perlahan bangun, dia pergi. Tak toleh.

Dan waktu itu aku sedar, soul mate dan lover dua benda berbeza. Aku toleh tepi di hujung dewan, aku Nampak Najib, dengan senyum gatal dia. Sedondon kami bersongket hijau zamrud, dia sibuk salam terima ucapan tahniah atas perkahwinan kami. Aku dekat tepi pintu, masih terbayang redup mata Faizul yang baru tinggalkan aku tadi.

Kita tak boleh dapat semua yang kita nak, kalau tak, kita tak tahu nilai sabar, dan bersyukur. 












Najib

Saya tak masuk office harini. I work from home. –

Ringkas whatsapp aku kepada Rina. PA dekat office. At the age of 32, dah boleh cakap aku dah achieved semuanya. Mercedes dah ada, rumah ada tiga, architect firm dah terima projek besar. Aku dah jadi bos. Aku boleh monitor flow firm dengan business daripada mana-mana je. Tak sia sia usaha aku selama ni.

‘Morning baby, I lapar. Jom cari barang makan’ terjengul muka John dekat pintu.

‘Tak boleh, I ada student petang ni. We meet later for dinner okay.’

‘okay then. See you later’

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Divemaster, professional golfer, own an architect firm, basically lengkap pakej aku sebagai seorang lelaki. Cuma, nafsu kepada perempuan. Aku tak ada. Macam macam cara aku cuba. Tapi tak terasa lagi. Masih tak turn on orang cakap. Lelaki? Bukan boleh buat konek aku naik. Tapi lagi rakus aku renung berbanding perempuan.

Lelaki, tahu apa diorang nak. Diorang kejar cita-cita, pilot, safety officer, manager, racer, semua golongan professional yang memang jadi circle of friends aku. Semuanya disebabkan zaman keruntuhan ekonomi tahun 1997 waktu dulu. Ramai kawan aku tak dapat cari kerja, makan gaji. Nasib aku baik, sebab masih sambung belajar. Lepastu dapat experience kerja dengan architect firm dekat UK waktu part time plan drawer.  So, permudah jalan. Dari situ projek besar mula masuk. Sebab aku kenal dengan CEO firm UK dulu. Alhamdullilah. Jalan dunia aku senang. Walaupun usaha setinggi langit aku dah letak. Nikmat Allah yang mana yang nk didustakan.

Tapi sayang, aku tak perasan, sibuk kejar stability ekonomi, peribadi aku makin zero. Tak pernah ada girlfriend, sebab tak ada masa nak cari. Bila finally ada masa nak cari, aku dah punya semua. Tak rasa the important of a girl dalam hidup ni. Mak pulak, tak pernah bising. Sebab along sendiri masih belum kahwin. So, aku enjoy my free spirit life.

Sampai, aku jumpa dia

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‘always checks your equipment before every dive. What size kaki you? Untuk fin’

‘saya 4’

‘oh kecik nye. Takpe ada tu. Kejap saya pergi kaunter’

Fin size 4 pun bertukar tangan. Seronok betul student sorang ni. Typical new diver. Tergelak aku sendirian. Tak apa kita tengok kejap lagi macam mana. Menggigil sejuk punya lah.

‘okay sekarang, saya nak awak enter pool using giant stride method. Langkah besar-besar. Bayangkan ada tank dekat belakang awak’

Sorang-sorang student aku masuk. Benda biasa, benda sama. One of the requirements untuk appoint as divemaster aku kene ajar few students. Macam hari biasa, macam kerja selalu. Cuma aku tak sangka, student aku kali ini luar biasa.

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Faizul

Dapat jemputan kahwin Iman. Tak sangka. Tiba-tiba ada air jernih turun dari mata. Aku turun katil, pergi bucu laci almari bujang yang jadi tempat aku simpan set melaram. Perlahan laci aku buka, Nampak kotak baldu warna merah, bentuk hati. Cincin belah rotan, masih elok tersimpan rapi.

‘Orang nak kahwin simple je. Cincin pun tak nak yang over. Kalau boleh nk satu je, Mungkin ada satu batu je. Tak payah sampai merisik lah, tunang lah, kahwin lah. Lepastu tak pakai. Rugi je’

Terngiang bebel si becok tu waktu dia sibuk dengan urusan kahwin abang dia. Dia memang ceria, tapi kuat merungut. Kalau ada benda tak ikut cakap dia, haish. Mendapat la kau kene dengan 10 sebab kenapa dia betul, dan kau salah. Ahh Iman. Orang rindu awak.

‘awak nak kahwin dengan orang? Awak nak orang tunggu awak berapa lama? Dua tahun? Tiga tahun? Orang sanggup.’

Waktu Iman tanya soalan tu, aku tahan je dari jawab, tunggu lah aku. Tolong tunggu aku selama mana aku perlu, untuk stabil ekonomi aku, supaya kita sekufu, sebab cinta aku pada dia. Tak pernah berkurang.

Tapi, aku hanya mampu balas,

‘tak payah tunggu.’

Pekerja makan gaji macam aku ni tak layak dengan gadis macam kau. Iman punya segalanya, keluarga harmoni, kerjaya stabil, masa depan cerah, bijak, aktif, peramah, penyanyang. Tak cukup semua kata positif untuk menggambarkan tahap kesempurnaan kau. Cuma aku bersyukur kenal kau, kenal kau awal untuk lalui semua fasa mencabar dalam hidup dengan kau. Tapi rasa rendah diri aku ni melebihi segalanya.

Iman dah mula cerita pasal travel, pasal diving trip, pasal outdoor activities, pasal aktiviti-aktiviti yang tak mungkin aku dapat join sekali sebab kekangan waktu dan tanggungjawab aku untuk menjaga dan membesarkan lima orang adik aku yang lain sejak mak meninggal. Iman anak bongsu, dua dua ibu bapa bekerja. Abang kakak semua dah besar. Dia tak rasa macam mana susah, macam manaberat hati, macam mana risau nya hati aku, bila kene fikir adik-adik makan apa. Bila rasa duit tengok wayang lebih baik beli barang dapur.

Tapi aku bersyukur Allah pernah hadirkan Iman dalam hati aku. Sebab dia aku kenal cinta, Allah tak pernah janji cinta mesti memiliki. Pernah jadi cinta dia walau sementara pun cukup untuk rasa nikmat bahagia. Terima kasih awak. Semoga Berjaya.


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‘bos tolong tengok ini cincin berapa harga mahu ambik?’

‘wah ini barang baru lagi mah. U baru angkat minggu lepas. Itu cincin batu u simpan duit mahu bagi amoi tak jadi angkat?’

‘amoi dah kahwin la bos. Ini duit cincin kasi adik sekolah dulu. Baru pikir kahwin’

‘wah banyak bagus. Jangan sedih. Saya bagi katalog ada banyak amoi cantik. U mahu cina, melayu campur pun ada’

‘Kalaulah I cari ayam bos, I dah pilih yang gebu. Tapi macam dia bos, satu sampai mati.’


Tercengang tauke cina tu dengan ayat deep aku.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

i would like a ticket to underwater please. make it an open ticket. i'm not sure when i'll be back. i just hope, its never

I missed our comfortable awkward silent
I missed how I looked straight to your eyes when youre talking, even few words only being tossed
I missed how I giggle when u said my punchline was wrong
I missed how roti canai is our date out
I missed how u would comfort me, but not with kind words
But with reality checked, and I admit it helps
I missed how u wished me morning with
Morning
Salam
I missed how u say, miss me?
After a long haul hike
I missed how I would nag you on 10 ways how smoking would kill you,
But never once u smoke on our ‘date’
I missed how supportive you are towards my project, and listening to my rambling will just end up u saying
Feeling better now? Cry. It doesn’t make u less strong

I never regret we met

I regret replying your hello
I regret  giving you my number
I regret sharing my past, present and future with you
The most thing I regret is

I regret for letting myself put such a hope that there will be us. There were never us.
‘she came first. Its always she. There’s never anyone else’

Thanks for making me stronger than ever
Thanks for letting me have doubt to every guy I encounter
Thanks for making a simple morning wish a lot more than just a simple gesture

Finally, thanks for letting me see, I’m still a player, never a coach or a senior,
And u sir

Is a PLAYMAKER

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

finished

i ve survived 4 years of degree
some accomplishment
lots of memories
good friends
diving license
thesis to called my own
good friends
experienced
clan
and of course
some

broken heart

but, i survived :D

either

its either gay, getting engaged, someone's else. or just plain weird

im not complaining.

i'm just like a magnet that attract those kind of people.

sigh

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

yang terakhir

i dont write about you dah 

sebab macam yang aku cakap semalam

seriously, bye

Monday, 13 April 2015

pakar

Pakar
Kisah bagaimana seorang gadis yang impikan perkahwinan indah dengan putera idaman, dikelilingi dayang, kepada seorang wanita gagah yang mampu berdiri sendiri. Semuanya sebab golongan pakar.
Pakar 1
Saya nak bertunang bulan jun ni. Dengan gadis pilihan saya dah 7 tahun kami bersama. Saya harap awak faham. Hubungan kita selama ini tak lebih dari kawan. Awak, saya dah anggap macam adik. Pesanan ringkas setiap hari, perbualan lewat malam soal hati perasan dan impian dulu, tak pernah bermaksud apa-apa.
Oh. Saya faham.
Pakar 2
Saya minta maaf hancurkan kepercayaan awak kali kedua. Saya harap awak tahu yang awak seorang isteri saya sampai mati. Saya ada awak dan anak-anak sahaja. Saya mintak maaf sebab tersilap langkah, lagi.
Oh, saya faham.
Gadis

Sebab ada golongan pakar, perasaan dan perkahwinan jadi perjudian. 

Saturday, 28 March 2015

ponder upon


Seorang lelaki

‘im getting engaged on june’
‘wow!! Bestnya!
‘apa yang best?’
‘ don’t know. People said engaged ni best. Im not engaged yet, how do I know?’
‘susah nk jaga hubungan tu’
‘oh, no comment. But still, ada kenduri, people kumpul semua. I like that environment’
‘tak pun. Kejap je. Later on you get lonley’
‘damn, yes of course. Later on no messages from you dah?’
‘why is that?’
‘sebab you dah jadi tunang orang’
‘I’ll introduce you to her.’

Yup lelaki

Perempuan, don’t put meaning to everything. Sometimes, things are just things. Spare yourself from disappointment

Seorang lelaki sama

I like clingy girls. But my girlfriend isn’t one of them
Then how u cope?
I’ll text with others
Wow, u one player.
When they have feelings for me, I run

Sometimes, the good morning text you get, is send to many

Masih lelaki itu

What are you doing still not asleep?
I’m thinking
About?
Her
Hahaha. Funny, but yet you’re texting me
Because she’s asleep

Don’t make someone a priority if you’re an options to them

Lelaki yang itu

Something happen on my birthday. Sorry not in the mood yesterday.
Oh, its okay. Care to share?
Nope, one day you’ll know
I’ll be here if you want to share anything.
I just want to rest right now.
Okay. Take care. Have a good rest
*1 image receive
-spongebob with funny captions
Hehehe

Some people smiles are the most you can have, because having them is not an option


Lelaki itu- akhir

Miss me?
Lambakan messages since Thursday proved that I am
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What are u doing? Why ignore me?
I’m on the phone tadi. Tired. Night, salam.
Sweet dream.


Spare your heart girl. Please leave. A man who is unsure of his life, is unsure about his companion. 

Thursday, 12 February 2015

2015

tak ada proper post pasal tahun 2015. dah pertengahan februari pun.

so just quick update

-getting my diving license soon
-undercut my hair. and fucking love it so much
-start my year with dream weight, extra fit
-11 mins float, 400m breast stroke so far
-sign up for two run in march and april
-started data collection. although just 16 people out of 136. you know, pelan pelan kayuh
-kindda done with him. just appreciate the memories :')


this year is about me. finally. no more romantic berangan about anniversary dinner, anniversary present, what he would like, what we could save.

dream marriage all gone now. 23 and realizing marriage is not the goal. its a marathon. not a sprint. and for now, i dont have the stamina for it. so, dont even bother dating anyone else right now.

percaya jodoh Allah, bukan janji manusia. its too late to say that, but better late than never


-and InsyaAllah, will be done with papers, exams, assignment in 6 months top. Allah, i want to graduate on time, settle down in Ipoh with my family. so that i can keep an eye on them, and enough money to dive in every part of  malaysia underworld paradise :)

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

hunger part 2

 Ammar lived. Don’t worry dear friends. Ammar do involved in the accident, but he survived, with waist down paralysis. This sweet little matured Iman took him, and his siblings with her. They get married. And happily ever after is all they can imagined.

All Ammar and his siblings can imagined.

 You know the nature of predator right, they see, they stalk, and they attack when they know they can win. She is one now. She know she can win, she know she is the sole winner of this competition. Ammar has literally no power. Even his junkies can’t be used. That’s why she took them in. she just wanted to play with her food, Ammar. And once she’s bored, she’ll hunt again. Its not about hunger anymore. Its about cravings.

So she did what he did to him.

He calls up for her, she remain silent staring right through his face
He complaints his hungry, she point out the food in the fridge
He said he’s sick, she’ll go all baby-voice ‘alolololo, kesiann.’ And left

But on the good day,

She brings home feast for all of them
She reads his favorite book to him before bed
She cuddles with him watching Marvel movies


But never in a week straight. Just like how his sweet gestures to her was. Ammar can’t complaint because he knows what she’s doing. He must be thinking, I should really treat this petite girl right when I got the chance, because she is still petite now, but she is more of a devil than the satan itself. And he wish he died in the accident, because somehow living was worst than hell at this point of his life. 

hungry

Hungry
 Physically, mentally or emotionally? I like to read, I like to write, but I suck being fat and artsy. So yeah, not a good combination if you ever dream of being a travel journalist with easy going appetite, and rocking a simple top and shorts with this flabbing thighs right? So, I’m Iman, 23 years old girl, live and breed in Ipoh,  pursuing her degree (working her ass off trying to keep her head above drowning final year project commitment) and keeping balance with her personal life, love life, soon-to-be life and of course family.

This girl, she is hungry for excitement, hungry for adventure, hungry for adrenaline and hungry for food. She is in constant hunger, that her long term boyfriend can no longer satisfies her. Not the sex part. They are a team. They are THE team. They log each other presence, each other silence, each other passion each other everything. They have each other, and each other is all they need. Until Iman realized that each other is not enough. Her hunger strikes upon 9th year of their relationship.

Suddenly Amar (her boyfriend) bail for their date become a spark to a nuclear war. Ammar lack of interest in her new findings in her study is no longer cute or good distractions, and Ammar ignorance during she is sick sums it all. They fight. No, he did not fight. She fight, fight for what she taught was right, fight for their relationship, fight for their future. She taught he’ll do something different this time. But after a week, not a single sorry was offered, Ammar comeback with, “Sayang, you never understand my position, I have works, my siblings need me. Think whatever you like. I’ll know we find a way through this somehow, we always do” and all Iman said is….

‘No we wont, because I wont try to fix it this time. And I know you wont try alone. So be it.’

Iman craving got worst, she doesn’t have anybody else to share her thought, to share her problem or even to have a meal with. And she keep on wondering whether she makes the right choice dumping Ammar. So she started a journal. She write everything inside.

1st January 2015 – Happy New Year Iman. You’re a year older, must be a year wiser okay. Don’t depends on others. They don’t even like you. Ammar sent his regards. That boy, never know how to move on. Serve him right! Hahahahah

2nd January 2015- I don’t feel good. Stomach ache since last night. Should have not mistaken that pain killer for mentos mint. Sigh. Cant even sit up right, how am I suppose to study? Ammar left me 32 messages and countless whatsapp messages. What’s up with that boy? Pathetic much?

3rd January 2015- Good luck for your paper sweet heart. You can do this, even with your throbbing head, your flaming tonsil and your constant vomiting. Ace this paper bitch! You can do it!!! 42 miscalled from Ammar’s phone. Preparing your sorry speech I suppose? To what? My voicemail?

4th January 2015- I can’t enter the examination hall. Something about, not fit to sit for the paper, what the hell is that suppose to mean? My parents are on the way to fetch me. I’m feeling okay I guess. Besides this few cuts and bruises on my arm.

7th January 2015- they left me in the hospital. For observation purposes. I can’t keep track on my phone. What if Ammar has been contacting me. I know he is sorry. Everyone can read his name on my arm. Its our anniversary after all. I know he bought me something he always do.


Ammar
That psycho bitch finally left me. I don’t need any young student girl dragging down my feet  with everything that she can lay her eyes with. I need an independent girl. Not a clingy girlfriend who always gossip and know things more than me. Finally I’m free.

31st December 2015
11.30pm – that bitch left me. Lets have some fun tonight, 2 round of shishas on me guys. Come on! Its new year eve.

1st January 2015
12.00am  – I’m Sorry sayang. I know that’s all you wanted to hear from me. Now I’ve said it. But neither one of us can hear it.


‘KORBAN TAHUN BARU, 3 LELAKI MAUT APABILA MOTOSIKAL DINAIKI MEREKA BERTEMBUNG DENGAN SEBUAH KERETA DALAM PERJALANAN KE KINTA RIVERFRONT MALAM TADI. MANGSA YANG BERUMUR DALAM LINGKUNGAN 25-30 TAHUN MATI DI TEMPAT KEJADIAN’


-until now, she is still hungry. Craving for something she couldn’t have, because someone refuse to give her when they can. And when the times is up, both of them suffer. The live suffer more because, once you’re dead, there is no turning back