A day at a time.

Despite the fact that my latest post was just two days ago, here I am, all pepped-up to write a new one. Fauzal, this is for you.

How did I met this guy? Let's see... We were already starting standard 3 at the time but he came in late. My first, pure and innocent thought about the guy.

"He sure is short for a nine-year-old."

I remember vaguely, despite the attention everyone was giving him when the teacher introduced him as the new kid, he stood tall and confidently delivered a small introduction speech. Small for him perhaps but for the rest of us, it was big because I doubt any of us was able to do that at the time. His accent was interesting too and when he mentioned where he came from, the curiosity was answered.

I remembered, shortly after his intro, I sent him a piece of paper with a question;

"Nama awak Fawzal?" (Your name is Fawzal?)

He sent the paper back with a cross on his name that I wrote and wrote down a new one; Fauzal. Then only the name doesn't strike me odd anymore.

That was how we met. How we became close friends is still a wonder to me. Perhaps it was the same thing that drew me and Aisyah together once up till today; English. It matters then, does it still now? I don't have the answer to that.

It has been an awfully long time since I last saw him. More than a year, give or take. But they say absence makes the heart grows fonder. True, very true. But true friendship can keep going strong no matter the distance that separates.

Now that I'm trying to write down my memories of him, I can't remember anything. I do have many fond memories of him but it's not write-able. I hope you'll take that as a compliment, hon;)

Today you're 18. I hate to sound very cliche but that's just what we do on someone's birthday. We wish him/her the best. So, best of luck on everything. May Allah bless you always. Happy birthday!

p/s: I still think Teluk Kalong has one of the best beaches in the whole wide world:p

Si Pelari Layang-layang

Hmmm... apa yang boleh aku katakan lagi? Sebuah cereka yang mengagumkan dan memukau lantas aku tidak akan berlaku adil (do it justice) jika aku cuba mengkelaskannya bersama novel-novel lain yang pernah aku baca. Aku suka sekali memberi 'rating' kepada perkara-perkara dalam jenis yang sama yang akan menentukan kedudukan mereka di hatiku. Lalu, sukar untuk aku membuat penilaian apabila muncul sesuatu yang 'outstanding' sedangkan mereka bertanding dengan golongan yang tidak setaraf. Seperti Tom Yum Kung di Secret Recipe. Berada di kelasnya yang tersendiri. Tidak dibenarkan bertanding kerana kesedapannya mencapai tahap yang berbeza, jika tidak lebih tinggi.

Begitulah halnya dengan buku dan aku tidak kejam untuk meletakkan mereka yang tidak setaraf untuk bersama berpeluh dengan golongan bawahan seperti Rose DeWitt Bukater yang menyanggupi itu demi seorang Jack Dawson. Walaupun ini tidaklah bermaksud aku menyokong sistem kasta. Namun dalam menilai, umpama membandingkan mawar hidup, mawar plastik dan mawar sabun. Eloklah dibandingkan cuma mawar plastik dan mawar sabun sahaja kerana mawar hidup teramat unggul.

The Kite Runner juga mengandungi persoalan perbezaan taraf manusia. Seperti mana Ali pernah menjadi orang gaji Baba, seperti itulah anak Ali, Hassan akan menjadi orang gaji kepada anak Baba, Amir. Namun, taraf mereka serasa-rasa lebih rendah daripada orang gaji. Seperti hamba sahaja layaknya. Amir sendiri mengakui dalam rasa hatinya yang paling sunyi, Hassan tidak terasa seperti sahabat. Dia tinggalkan Hassan apabila dia berteman, mencari kembali tatkala kesunyian. Dan Hassanlah yang sangat setia menunggu Amir, tanpa prasangka atau prejudis. Hassan tahu tempatnya di rumah besar Wazir Akbar Khan itu. Dia rendah diri dan hormat akan Amir sampai bila-bila. Hanya kerana dia lahir sebagai seorang Hazara.

Tidak mahu menjadi 'spoiler' kepada mereka yang belum membaca kisah cinta, penipuan dan tragedi ini dan kepada yang sudah membacanya, moga-moga dunia masih ada manusia seperti Hassan dan Amir. Terkejut? Amir tidak layak untuk penghargaan seperti itu? Tetapi dia masih manusia. Manusia tidak lari daripada membuat kesilapan.

Quote;
"For you, a thousand times over!"

SPM is so a past

These are the people that manage to cut their paths into my life and became my closest friends. Hope this beautiful friendship stop here not.




~Wan Khairunnisa Wan Mohamad


~Syarifah Zulaikha Syed Ahmad & Siti Nor Fatihah Mohd Sofberi


~Nurul Diyana Adnin Khairul Anuar & Jazariyah Jufri


~Che Ku Noorshahira Che Ku Jusoh


~Nur Rashidah Omar, Amira Hafiza Mohamad, Siti Shahirah Ibrahim Zaki & Syarifah Rafidah Syed Ali

And then, these are just some random pics from my last day in school as a schoolchildren for me to reminisce.






~a very long lorry trying to make its way into the not very long junction

Me and Super

What would I do if I had super powers? This is getting to sound like the television series; Heroes. Or is it only me that had super powers? I remember 'Mr. Incredibles' by Disney and Pixar had similar theme to the 'Heroes' series; there are a lot of superheroes! So, what if I was one of them?



You can never satisfy a human being. Everyone has to agree to that. If you ask me, "What would you do if you had super powers?", I would ask you back, "What type of super power would I have?" Now, doors wide opened. The type of super power that you have is all that really matters. Let us say, you said that I can choose. Aha! this is the part that I like the most.

I want to be invisible. From the film Mr. Incredibles and the Fantastic Four saga, I learned that people that can turn themselves invisible can also form force fields. A force field is like a barrier or a solid wall but it is almost as invisible as well. But being invisible does not mean that I cannot be touched, seen, heard, smelled or worse, shot.



Thus, I would also like to be fast. I hate running, honestly but if my ability is to run mighty fast, wouldn't I like running? Haha. So I'd like to be fast, like Dash in Mr. Incredibles. To run with the wind on my face and water under my feet. Sounds heaven. But what if the bad guys have jets that can fly faster than I ran from them?



What about strength? Just punch the jets to make them blow up and then run away as fast as I can. Dash's father, Bob was very strong. Now, very strong sounds very nice. But I don't want to be rock-faced like The Thing in Fantastic Four.



So, I was right about the possibility of satisfying a human being right? Impossible. I would like to be invisible, able to outmatched Usain Bolt and have the strength to pull a plane. As amazing as it sounds, I would still have to go to school and get some education. Knowledge is power, that's why. To conclude this piece of written imagination, I would just like to urge everyone to be thankful for who we are, even if we're not superheroes. You may not be able to fly to the sky, but to jumble one regular job, one part time class, two commitments; one as a spouse to another and one as an obedient son, all in one day is a pretty amazing task. You deserve a 'job well done!' So celebrate life, superhumans!

Babak

Kalau hidup ini seumpama filem, bak kata ayah aku; "Dah habis sebabak!"

Kita tak tahu kan, hidup ini sampai mana? Jadi bila habis sebabak, kita teruskan perjalanan ke babak seterusnya. Tanpa jemu. Sampai usia yang dipinjamkan-Nya ini habis. Sampai kepada masa memulangkan kepada yang berhak. Pengajarannya; sentiasa muhasabah diri kerana kita tidak pernah dan tidak akan pasti apakah masa ada babak yang menunggu di hadapan. Hidup ini perlu selalu berbuat amal soleh, berpesan-pesan dengan kebenaran dan berpesan-pesan dengan kesabaran. Baru tidak kerugian.



Hidup boleh dihargai dengan segelas smoothie mango yang sedap. Terima kasih kepada Firdaus yang telah sudi membayar untuk smoothie tersebut.

SPM is a past

I would like to dedicate thousands of sweet-smelling thank-yous to;

1. MY FAMILY
Ayah, Ma, Kak Long, Angah, Kak Lang and her hubby, Abang De and Kak Chik. For numerous reasons which powerless human I am would not be able to name it all or pay it back no matter what. I know I haven't been the easiest to be taken care of and for that I am eternally sorry. Without you I am nothing. Thank you.

2. MY FRIENDS
To name a few, to name all of them! Guys, I can't. You know I can't. Just know that you are always close to my heart. I am thankful everyday that I didn't leave the school last year because this year turned out to be the bestest year! (forget grammars, artist at work here) Let's not let it end here, alright? ~kawin jangan luper anta kad...ngeee...^-^

3. MY TEACHS
Arigato gozaimasu, sensei! You made me a superhuman. Borned from superhumans! I've been a student for straight 12 years. Imagine how many thank-you cards I have to send out... For every alphabet I have become so close to, for every numbers that I do not adore so much but have helped me throughout my life, for every new formula, for telling me how the human digestive system works, how to find momentum, how to calculate the concentration of lead(II) sulphate and a vast of other things that I will have to buy my own server to write it all. Deeds are beyond words.

xxxspecial credit for: SMK Chukai a.k.a Terengganu Premier Chukai Excellent School
-what a place!
-keep holding memories for pure souls that keeps pouring
-be as sweet as you always are
-so long!

Tengah hari yang lazat

Lama sungguh rasanya sudah tidak menikmati sepinggan nasi goreng kampung yang menepati seleraku dengan jitu. Kali terakhir rasanya waktu berkitar-kitar di Padang Besar, Perlis tiga tahun yang lalu. Orang Thai yang membuatnya; panas dan pedas.
Tapi, hari ini aku terpegun dengan keenakan nasi goreng kampung di sebuah restoran belakang Pasaraya Nirwana(maaf, lupa namanya). Masin, manis, pedas membingungkan deria rasaku. Bak kata iklan Maggi; cukup rasa! Sup panas pelengkap yang memuaskan hati. Teh ais yang seimbang nisbah serbuk teh dengan susunya memang telah berjaya mengikat hatiku dengan janji untuk datang menjamu selera lagi. Lain kali kena ajak Adnin pulak, sebab tadi katanya aku tidak pandang kiri kanan lagi mengadap nasi goreng kg itu... Jauh sekali untuk menawar sesuap dua. Aku gelak sahaja dan menabur janji untuk datang lagi ke restoran belakang Nirwana itu bersamanya.

p/s: Selamat pengantin baru untuk kawanku Cik Ja dan buah hatinya Aqim yang akan mengikat hati mereka tepat jam 1531 esok selepas wisel ditiup menandakan tamatnya masa menjawab Kimia kertas 3.

Kredit: Terima kasih kepada Cik Mir yang sudi meminjamkan N95-nya bagi memungkinkan post ini ditulis dan di'publish'. Arigato gozaimasu!