...
Kat Kuala Terengganu pun ada Secret Recipe la Ngah....
Kau jangan buat koman eh...
he he
~po.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Kadang-Kadang Kita Mahu Berada Di Satu Tempat Yang Semua Orang Tahu Nama Kita.
...
Hujan turun lebat semenjak subuh. Belum kelihatan tanda-tanda mahu lebuh.
Selamat Hari Jadi Yang....
The chocolate indulgence and the white Lilies may arrive a bit late. I'm sorry.
Hujan lebat sangat. Saya kena redah situ sini. Harung air lagi semenjak pagi. Ingatkan Secret Recipe bukak pukul 10. Pukul 11 rupanya.Sejam saya tunggu depan kedai. Nasib baik ada Nokia N8.
I may not be the first one SMS wishing you happy birthday this morning..and when i received your SMS saying that you are sad for I'm not the one wishing you...I was actually standing in the rain in front of the flower shop with a cake in hand. A cake that has a big red love sign on it.
I was standing in the rain for you.
~po.
Hujan turun lebat semenjak subuh. Belum kelihatan tanda-tanda mahu lebuh.
Selamat Hari Jadi Yang....
The chocolate indulgence and the white Lilies may arrive a bit late. I'm sorry.
Hujan lebat sangat. Saya kena redah situ sini. Harung air lagi semenjak pagi. Ingatkan Secret Recipe bukak pukul 10. Pukul 11 rupanya.Sejam saya tunggu depan kedai. Nasib baik ada Nokia N8.
I may not be the first one SMS wishing you happy birthday this morning..and when i received your SMS saying that you are sad for I'm not the one wishing you...I was actually standing in the rain in front of the flower shop with a cake in hand. A cake that has a big red love sign on it.
I was standing in the rain for you.
~po.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Good Bye to you, King...
...
Sembilan belas sembilan puluh empat.
Ketika itu, Fakulti Undang-Undang Universiti Malaya masih belum mempunyai bangunan mereka sendiri. Menumpang di satu blok bangunan yang dikenali sebagai Bangunan IPT yang menempatkan dewan-dewan kuliah yang besar, bilik-bilik tutorial yang kecil dan memanjang di bangunan bersebelahan.
Kami terpaksa berkongsi dewan kuliah dengan pelajar-pelajar Pengajian Islam yang Fakultinya terletak bersebelahan juga.
Bangunan IPT itu juga menempatkan Muzium Seni Asia yang menempatkan artifak-artifak seni dari seluruh Asia untuk kajian para pelajar ketika itu. Aku cuma pernah masuk sekali sepanjang empat tahun pengajian di situ.Ada yang tak pernah masuk langsung.
Gambaran-gambaran yang ada dalam kotak ingatan aku banyak berlegar di bangunan-bangunan itu. Di dataran IPT. Di dewan-dewan kuliah yang besar. Di tempat letak motor. Di lorong-lorong bilik tutorial. Di satu sudut yang turun temurun digelarkan sebagai 'Blues Corner'. Di perpustakaan Undang-Undang.
Malam tadi.
Aku menerima satu mesej.
Seorang sahabat sedang tenat di hospital Putrajaya. Doakan supaya dia diberi kerahmatan.
terus, aku menjadi seorang pengingat.
Terbayang-bayang dia berjalan di lorong bilik-bilik tutorial. Dengan seluar jeans saiz besarnya. Dengan t-shirt gedabaknya. Beg sandang yang kecil dan tak padan dengan saiz badannya yang besar.
dan dia akan menjerit menegur aku.
'Hoi Buyong! hang tak dak kelas ka?'
Imej-imej itu seakan berulang-ulang. Auto-rewind.
Di meja makan, aku cuba mengingat nama panggilan dia. Kami semuanya ada nama gelaran tersendiri. Kadang-kadang untuk senang mengingati.
Tiba-tiba terkeluar dari mulut aku...
'king..'
ya, kami panggil dia sebagai King.
Entah, aku pun tak tahu kenapa. Semua memanggilnya dengan nama King.
Mungkin sebab badannya yang besar. Aku tak pernah tanya padanya. Ketika itu, asal usul tidak penting mana.
Tak penting.
Semenjak dari keluar Universiti, aku langsung tak bertemu dengan King. Khabarnya dia meneruskan kerjaya dalam 'service'. Perkhidmatan awam.
King.
Malam tadi, memori dengan susah payah mengingati setiap detik yang terakam.
Malam tadi juga, jam 2 pagi.
Aku menerima mesej.
King sudah tiada lagi.
Pendarahan dalaman akibat ulser dalam perut. Akan dikebumi di Putrajaya selepas solat Zuhur hari ini.
...
Pagi tadi aku terima mesej dari Kak Ina, buddy aku ketika di Universiti. Memberitahu perkara yang sama.
Aku membalas mesej Kak Ina.
"kak..saya terbayang lagi King di lorong antara Bilik Tutorial dulu...."
Al-Fatehah buat mu, King.
Semoga rohmu ditempatkan bersama-sama orang-orang yang beriman dan bertaqwa padaNya.
good bye to you, king.
~po.
Sembilan belas sembilan puluh empat.
Ketika itu, Fakulti Undang-Undang Universiti Malaya masih belum mempunyai bangunan mereka sendiri. Menumpang di satu blok bangunan yang dikenali sebagai Bangunan IPT yang menempatkan dewan-dewan kuliah yang besar, bilik-bilik tutorial yang kecil dan memanjang di bangunan bersebelahan.
Kami terpaksa berkongsi dewan kuliah dengan pelajar-pelajar Pengajian Islam yang Fakultinya terletak bersebelahan juga.
Bangunan IPT itu juga menempatkan Muzium Seni Asia yang menempatkan artifak-artifak seni dari seluruh Asia untuk kajian para pelajar ketika itu. Aku cuma pernah masuk sekali sepanjang empat tahun pengajian di situ.Ada yang tak pernah masuk langsung.
Gambaran-gambaran yang ada dalam kotak ingatan aku banyak berlegar di bangunan-bangunan itu. Di dataran IPT. Di dewan-dewan kuliah yang besar. Di tempat letak motor. Di lorong-lorong bilik tutorial. Di satu sudut yang turun temurun digelarkan sebagai 'Blues Corner'. Di perpustakaan Undang-Undang.
Malam tadi.
Aku menerima satu mesej.
Seorang sahabat sedang tenat di hospital Putrajaya. Doakan supaya dia diberi kerahmatan.
terus, aku menjadi seorang pengingat.
Terbayang-bayang dia berjalan di lorong bilik-bilik tutorial. Dengan seluar jeans saiz besarnya. Dengan t-shirt gedabaknya. Beg sandang yang kecil dan tak padan dengan saiz badannya yang besar.
dan dia akan menjerit menegur aku.
'Hoi Buyong! hang tak dak kelas ka?'
Imej-imej itu seakan berulang-ulang. Auto-rewind.
Di meja makan, aku cuba mengingat nama panggilan dia. Kami semuanya ada nama gelaran tersendiri. Kadang-kadang untuk senang mengingati.
Tiba-tiba terkeluar dari mulut aku...
'king..'
ya, kami panggil dia sebagai King.
Entah, aku pun tak tahu kenapa. Semua memanggilnya dengan nama King.
Mungkin sebab badannya yang besar. Aku tak pernah tanya padanya. Ketika itu, asal usul tidak penting mana.
Tak penting.
Semenjak dari keluar Universiti, aku langsung tak bertemu dengan King. Khabarnya dia meneruskan kerjaya dalam 'service'. Perkhidmatan awam.
King.
Malam tadi, memori dengan susah payah mengingati setiap detik yang terakam.
Malam tadi juga, jam 2 pagi.
Aku menerima mesej.
King sudah tiada lagi.
Pendarahan dalaman akibat ulser dalam perut. Akan dikebumi di Putrajaya selepas solat Zuhur hari ini.
...
Pagi tadi aku terima mesej dari Kak Ina, buddy aku ketika di Universiti. Memberitahu perkara yang sama.
Aku membalas mesej Kak Ina.
"kak..saya terbayang lagi King di lorong antara Bilik Tutorial dulu...."
Al-Fatehah buat mu, King.
Semoga rohmu ditempatkan bersama-sama orang-orang yang beriman dan bertaqwa padaNya.
good bye to you, king.
~po.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
reminiscing 40 years of living...
...
Someone wrote on the wall of my facebook yesterday;
"your life ain't a fairytale anymore, you're 40"
Forty.
Suddenly a gush of memories came pouring in.
Yan, a friend; once said to me. When he came back to his tiny rented room in PJ from varsity class and found me on the TOTO still sleeping. It was 1 o'clock noon.
He said;
"masya Allah..get a life man."
With weary head and barely opened eyes, I got up and went to the outdoor toilet.
Brushing my teeth while watching the green scenery. The words kept lingering inside my head.
get a life.
Not long after, I packed my bags and went 'balik kampung'. I found a place to do my chambering and after 9 months, I've got myself a job and still at the same place ever since.
Found my soulmate, we clicked superbly and now we have 4 kids until she decided to 'tutup kedai' due to age and other surrounding factors.
I love her with all my heart and not a bit lesser from the moment I first saw her.
Four growing kids, means everything to me. Watching them grow before my eyes is something that I would cherish every single moments. Four fine children, Insya Allah; one day will make me in tears of being a proud father. Still, trying very hard to be the best dad in the world.
neverending effort.
Later, when I was diagnosed with psoriasis, a skin disease that according to medical studies, incurable and the doctor said; the medicine was just to keep it from spreading, have lots and lots of doa.
I have mixed feelings.
on one small side, I asked, muhasabah; what have I done to deserve this test from Allah though I know that before He give something good, He would start with a test that I can manage to endure it. With His permission.
on one larger side; I am thanking Him with doa and prayers. Others have to live through a higher test, more chronic, more complicated and bigger hardship than me.
what blessing that i'm trying to deny?
Reminiscing 40 years of living, i think..i have a good life.
Alhamdulillah.
True, my life is not a fairytale but my journey of life converts to one. Here.
They say, life begins at forty. Partly true. If you applied the philosophy of cycling, the climbing is the hardest part, the slowest part and the most painful part but when it begins to go downhill, that's the easiest and fastest but the thrill and sensation shortlived. It takes more time climbing than cycling downhill.
So, this is the downhill stage. Time is getting shorter.
In forty years, I have became a man. A simple man with ideas and blessed with a happy family surrounded with great friends. Incredible people.
Happy birthday to me.
Life is good.
All praises to Allah.
..get a life, man.
~po.
Someone wrote on the wall of my facebook yesterday;
"your life ain't a fairytale anymore, you're 40"
Forty.
Suddenly a gush of memories came pouring in.
Yan, a friend; once said to me. When he came back to his tiny rented room in PJ from varsity class and found me on the TOTO still sleeping. It was 1 o'clock noon.
He said;
"masya Allah..get a life man."
With weary head and barely opened eyes, I got up and went to the outdoor toilet.
Brushing my teeth while watching the green scenery. The words kept lingering inside my head.
get a life.
Not long after, I packed my bags and went 'balik kampung'. I found a place to do my chambering and after 9 months, I've got myself a job and still at the same place ever since.
Found my soulmate, we clicked superbly and now we have 4 kids until she decided to 'tutup kedai' due to age and other surrounding factors.
I love her with all my heart and not a bit lesser from the moment I first saw her.
Four growing kids, means everything to me. Watching them grow before my eyes is something that I would cherish every single moments. Four fine children, Insya Allah; one day will make me in tears of being a proud father. Still, trying very hard to be the best dad in the world.
neverending effort.
Later, when I was diagnosed with psoriasis, a skin disease that according to medical studies, incurable and the doctor said; the medicine was just to keep it from spreading, have lots and lots of doa.
I have mixed feelings.
on one small side, I asked, muhasabah; what have I done to deserve this test from Allah though I know that before He give something good, He would start with a test that I can manage to endure it. With His permission.
on one larger side; I am thanking Him with doa and prayers. Others have to live through a higher test, more chronic, more complicated and bigger hardship than me.
what blessing that i'm trying to deny?
Reminiscing 40 years of living, i think..i have a good life.
Alhamdulillah.
True, my life is not a fairytale but my journey of life converts to one. Here.
They say, life begins at forty. Partly true. If you applied the philosophy of cycling, the climbing is the hardest part, the slowest part and the most painful part but when it begins to go downhill, that's the easiest and fastest but the thrill and sensation shortlived. It takes more time climbing than cycling downhill.
So, this is the downhill stage. Time is getting shorter.
In forty years, I have became a man. A simple man with ideas and blessed with a happy family surrounded with great friends. Incredible people.
Happy birthday to me.
Life is good.
All praises to Allah.
..get a life, man.
~po.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
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