the ones we love will never truly leave us, and you can always find them in here, touching Harry's chest.
I find this, teary.
I know you are sick of this but,
Harry Potter movies teach me how to brave, to stand up, to believe in your self and the most important thing,
Friendship.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Mimpi aku, tentang kamu.
Hari ini aku bermimpi lagi.
Memegang dagu mu yang kasar,
Dan rambut kerinting kerinting gusar.
Apa yang menggangu kamu?
Mata hitam kecil kamu tidak selesa memandang aku
'Aku risaukan hari esok'
Pendek. Tetapi jelas.
Awan ribut pun mula menabur air hujan.
Aku sisir rambut mu sehelai sehelai
'Jangan pernah risau selagi aku masih mampu menjagamu'
Dan mimpi pun terhenti.
Dan kau, tidak ada disisi
Memegang dagu mu yang kasar,
Dan rambut kerinting kerinting gusar.
Apa yang menggangu kamu?
Mata hitam kecil kamu tidak selesa memandang aku
'Aku risaukan hari esok'
Pendek. Tetapi jelas.
Awan ribut pun mula menabur air hujan.
Aku sisir rambut mu sehelai sehelai
'Jangan pernah risau selagi aku masih mampu menjagamu'
Dan mimpi pun terhenti.
Dan kau, tidak ada disisi
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Untuk setiap kali
Aku tidak mencemburui kamu.
Jauh membenci kamu.
Kerana kita ini manusia ciptaan yang Esa
Kita ini asalnya tanah,
Tapi kenapa kita berbeza?
Sebab Allah itu kreatif. Setiap manusia, semuanya berbeda beda.
Sebab itu, setiap kali aku cuba mencemburui kamu
Aku ingatkan diri,
Allah memberi kelebihan berbeza bagi setiap hambanya seperti mana berbedanya mereka satu persatu.
Tapi aku ini hamba yang hina.
Pantaskah aku menerima kelebihan yang berbeza?
Layakkah aku untuk tinggi berdiri dengan keyakinan diri
Yang semakin menepis.
Selapis selapis.
Jauh membenci kamu.
Kerana kita ini manusia ciptaan yang Esa
Kita ini asalnya tanah,
Tapi kenapa kita berbeza?
Sebab Allah itu kreatif. Setiap manusia, semuanya berbeda beda.
Sebab itu, setiap kali aku cuba mencemburui kamu
Aku ingatkan diri,
Allah memberi kelebihan berbeza bagi setiap hambanya seperti mana berbedanya mereka satu persatu.
Tapi aku ini hamba yang hina.
Pantaskah aku menerima kelebihan yang berbeza?
Layakkah aku untuk tinggi berdiri dengan keyakinan diri
Yang semakin menepis.
Selapis selapis.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Dasar Manusia
Celakanya kamu, tidak pernah berkongsi kisah sedih kamu dengan aku.
Celakanya kamu, memesongkan aku dari dunia mu.
Celakanya kamu, meninggalkan aku tidak berlagu.
Celaka. Celaka. Celaka. Celaka.
Kamu tahu yang aku tak minta nyanyian kamu sentiasa gembira.
Jauh sekali meminta kamu sentiasa disisi aku.
Celakanya kamu. Tidak tahu yang aku sentiasa disini.
Celakanya kamu. Tidak sedar yang aku senantiasa mahu berada didalam dunia mu.
Celakanya kamu. Sepatah lagu pun tidak kamu khabarkan pada aku.
Kamu memang celaka.
Membuat aku menjadi gila.
Mencari dimana kamu berada
Kerana kamu terdiam dari sepatah kata.
Kerana kamu tidak sekuat yang kamu sangka.
Kamu memang celaka, kerana membuat aku gila.
Celakanya kamu, memesongkan aku dari dunia mu.
Celakanya kamu, meninggalkan aku tidak berlagu.
Celaka. Celaka. Celaka. Celaka.
Kamu tahu yang aku tak minta nyanyian kamu sentiasa gembira.
Jauh sekali meminta kamu sentiasa disisi aku.
Celakanya kamu. Tidak tahu yang aku sentiasa disini.
Celakanya kamu. Tidak sedar yang aku senantiasa mahu berada didalam dunia mu.
Celakanya kamu. Sepatah lagu pun tidak kamu khabarkan pada aku.
Kamu memang celaka.
Membuat aku menjadi gila.
Mencari dimana kamu berada
Kerana kamu terdiam dari sepatah kata.
Kerana kamu tidak sekuat yang kamu sangka.
Kamu memang celaka, kerana membuat aku gila.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
A long one. as the short is too sad.
Gahhhh.
I feel a bit lost day by day. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore despite everyone keep on saying, no one knows you better than yourself. truthfully, I have no idea what am I gonna do after I finished my study. seriously. Next month I'll be taking my master. Which gonna take me at least 2 years. By that time, if I'm still alive, I'll be 25. wow. feel so old yet still immature.
From the idea of being a fashion designer to a journalist to a what now? I declined an offer to be part of a t TV station for my master. which make me wonder, why did i turn it down? yeah, I remember, working in a sales department for a month really torture me. I never write about my working days. Cos I hate it so much. I woke up at 6 am, reach the office around 8.15am and I supposed to go back at 5.30pm. But my manager is a bit..........strict. So, I had to finish my fax out to 15 clients before going back. Fax out means I need to email my brochure to 15 clients. sounds so easy but I am doing telemarketing. I talked to CEOs, Managers, Head of Departments even once spoke to Directors from India just to email my brochure to them. I think talking to them is not difficult, but when you are being monitored on every word you speak, its kinda annoying.
In my team, there is one person who I have no idea what is wrong with her. I have few cheerful friends, but none is as perky as her. I can deal with cheerful but perky? GOD. She is a senior which I understand why she felt that its her responsibility to advice me (she love to used the word 'would you advised me who is the_______') whenever I speak to a future client. At first, I thought maybe I'm the only one who had this feeling until one of my close friend work at the same team with me mentioned the same thing. We always make fun of her on the way home and laugh like hell. As for my manager, he is pretty strict. There was one time where I went home at 7pm from the office and arrived at 11.30pm. And then you need to do your own research and find at least 200 contacts everyday. So I usually sleep at 2-3am. Yeah. Everyday.
After much nagging and bragging, I wait for my paychecks and decided to quit. Which turn out to be quite sad. After sending my resignation letter, there is no more heavy weight on my shoulder. I feel so happy and relieve. I still remember that happiness. It was the reason why I choose to pursue my study. No wonder there is so many working class people suffers from multiple stressed.
I know that some of you might disagree with my decision. Why did I choose to study over working. For me, there is no point in working if I am not having fun in it. I am being choosy because I do not want to turn to some adult who work for money. I wanna work for fun. For pleasure. Based from the people I have meet, people who work because they love the job tend to look healthier and younger. That is the reason why. I truly hope I can still work at any TV stations after I finished my study. Perhaps as a translator or a script writer. Insyallah. Pray for me :)
I feel a bit lost day by day. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore despite everyone keep on saying, no one knows you better than yourself. truthfully, I have no idea what am I gonna do after I finished my study. seriously. Next month I'll be taking my master. Which gonna take me at least 2 years. By that time, if I'm still alive, I'll be 25. wow. feel so old yet still immature.
From the idea of being a fashion designer to a journalist to a what now? I declined an offer to be part of a t TV station for my master. which make me wonder, why did i turn it down? yeah, I remember, working in a sales department for a month really torture me. I never write about my working days. Cos I hate it so much. I woke up at 6 am, reach the office around 8.15am and I supposed to go back at 5.30pm. But my manager is a bit..........strict. So, I had to finish my fax out to 15 clients before going back. Fax out means I need to email my brochure to 15 clients. sounds so easy but I am doing telemarketing. I talked to CEOs, Managers, Head of Departments even once spoke to Directors from India just to email my brochure to them. I think talking to them is not difficult, but when you are being monitored on every word you speak, its kinda annoying.
In my team, there is one person who I have no idea what is wrong with her. I have few cheerful friends, but none is as perky as her. I can deal with cheerful but perky? GOD. She is a senior which I understand why she felt that its her responsibility to advice me (she love to used the word 'would you advised me who is the_______') whenever I speak to a future client. At first, I thought maybe I'm the only one who had this feeling until one of my close friend work at the same team with me mentioned the same thing. We always make fun of her on the way home and laugh like hell. As for my manager, he is pretty strict. There was one time where I went home at 7pm from the office and arrived at 11.30pm. And then you need to do your own research and find at least 200 contacts everyday. So I usually sleep at 2-3am. Yeah. Everyday.
After much nagging and bragging, I wait for my paychecks and decided to quit. Which turn out to be quite sad. After sending my resignation letter, there is no more heavy weight on my shoulder. I feel so happy and relieve. I still remember that happiness. It was the reason why I choose to pursue my study. No wonder there is so many working class people suffers from multiple stressed.
I know that some of you might disagree with my decision. Why did I choose to study over working. For me, there is no point in working if I am not having fun in it. I am being choosy because I do not want to turn to some adult who work for money. I wanna work for fun. For pleasure. Based from the people I have meet, people who work because they love the job tend to look healthier and younger. That is the reason why. I truly hope I can still work at any TV stations after I finished my study. Perhaps as a translator or a script writer. Insyallah. Pray for me :)
Friday, January 20, 2012
duduk bersimpuh
Sepi tak berlagu
Langit seperti setuju
Lantas hujan turun menemani aku. Dan kelibat binatang berbulu datang duduk rapat dengan ku.
Bertemankan hujan lebat dan binatang berbulu,
Aku tertidur. Dengan harapan bermimpikan kamu.
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Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Crowd
One day when you realize how fake you have been.
You need to wake up.
You need to stand up.
Do something
Get it done
When you know the friendship is just nothing.
Stay away. Make a gap.
Thats what im gonna do.
Stay away.
Get new crowd.
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Sweep me. Throw it away.
Kipas berpusing... Perlahan lahan.
Diatas tilam bersepah, semua benda kembali berpusing. Sikit demi sikit.
'Behave like a 23 years old'. Selepas asyik dengan komputer.
'Susah sangat, kahwin saja. Habis cerita'. Bila leka menonton tv.
Satu persatu keluar. Rimas. Lemas. Siapa yang suka hidupnya diatur. Semua benda harus diturut. Sesak.
Aku mahu lukiskan semuanya. Satu demi satu. Tapi, ah! Serabut.
Aku mahu tulis. Tapi aku bukan penulis yang tahu berbunga bunga. Bacaannya telus dan jujur. Kerana itu lebih lega dimata aku.
Pedulikan mata mata yang lain.
Jauh di sudut, dijilat jilat tubuhnya. Ada gatal di badan. Kau bakal jadi tempat aku menitis airmata satu demi satu. Jadi saksi bila aku jadi separuh gila kadang kadang.
Dan tanpa berbunyi sepatah apa pun, kau terus menjilat.
Mungkin begini hingga ke tua. Merana atas ego yang melambung.
P/s: Entri kacau untuk jiwa yang bilau.
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Friday, December 30, 2011
Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah.
Mungkin rezeki aku kat sana.
Terima kasih Ya Allah.
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