Malas Oh Nak Update!

Apesal malas sangat nih nak update?? Nanti-nanti lah letak gamba konvo.

p/s: Selamat berpuasa. May God bless us for all the good deeds shall be done in this holy Ramadhan.

Mode: Convocation. I'm Congratulating Myself.

I've switched to convocation mode since past two weeks. I even started job hunt. And I've been to 2 or 3 interviews mainly based in PJ and Damansara though I didn't really want to have to work there. It's just not my place to whine about. I think one of the firms are going to offer me some position, eventually. I suppose. HA HA. Sigh.

Let's put that aside.

To be frank, I always had it in my mind that one day I would be wearing one of those oversized robes (I AM oversized and am aware about that but, this is GIGANTIC we're talking here) with the square hat dangling on my head while my hands holding the scroll up high. And much to my awareness, this Monday it will be kept inside the head no more. For I am going to put them on, this time, for real.

Let me recall. Why had I been so certain? When I was younger, I was such a brainee. (And I bet most of you are). I scored most of the subjects and was at the top of the class most of the time. They were just too easy I didn't have to scratch my ass off to get there. The same goes with the rest of the siblings. We were a bunch of NERDs.

As time flies, I could tell the brain started falling apart. My scores scattered. And the comfort chair I've been sitting for a long time was burning my ass off. At least that was how I felt. I had to climb the hard way to get to where I belong. But I never got there. Not anymore. And things were never be the same. For a moment, I thought those glorious days were just some sweet dreams I had been having, the one you wish you never have to wake up. But eventually, I came up with a better thought. They were just some lucks I was running out.

My days in uni were never the best. Yet, I treasure them the most. I was an average with no talents, no hypes, no vibes and what so not. Everyone was different. I was normal. That's a major problem if you're taking Architecture. You just need to be, eccentric. You got to think out of the box, that's what they say. I didn't really hate Architecture, neither I liked it the most. I learnt a lot from it, indeed. But, when you're surrounded by maniacs (that's the so called "creative people" in this case), you, the normals are always left behind. That's what happened to me back then. But I still had that image of me holding the scrolls, vividly. So, with the remaining lucks I have, I used them to put me back on track. Not at the fast pace but it was enough to get me through.

And I am so glad I was so certain back then. Because after 5 years of ups and downs, twist and turns, I can proudly say, here I am. Still holding on.

p/s: I can never be happier. Alhamdulillah. Praises to the Lord above.

Who Are These People??

I was browsing around in facebook when I saw a friend of a friend of mine which I totally have no idea who she was, was actually a mutual friend of mine, whom I never actually had any virtual conversations before, not to mention having one in person. I wonder, where are these people coming from? Suddenly showed up in other's friend list as if you're one of the people one would have known previously, or would want to know.

Hey dude. I know you're trying to extent your network here. But, do you have to be so desperate?? Over 2000 "friends" on your list?? I bet you don't even know the three quarter of them. You think you can keep up with each and everyone's everyday fucking chaotic stories? It's outrageous if you can even remember their names. If you're saying, greeting with a "hi" was good enough to keeping in touch, you thought it wrong. It's got to be more to that if you're seriously thinking of expanding your little world.

And, do you have any idea what my name is??

Gosh! People, I'm deleting some of the names I've never heard in my life before. They really messed up my list.

Another 4 am Story.

It's 4.30 to be exact and I find myself still wide awake. It's not that I don't want to go to the bed in fact I am dying to but I couldn't tell why I'm still staring at the screen and writing this craps when I should have gone to.

My eyes are getting redder I think they're going to blow out of the sockets. OK. I'm going to stop here before this shitty self-conversation of mine got the hold of me or else I wouldn't have seen the rest of the sunshine tomorrow.

KL Jem Sabtu Lepas.

Sabtu kelmarin aku sepatutnya ke The Curve. Dah janji sama Kak Na dan Fahmi. Tapi sebab mak tak ada kat rumah, kursus kat Putrajaya, maka aku terpaksa cancelkan date tersebut. Kena jaga rumah dan bagi ayah dan adik-adik makan.

Adik aku yang nombor 5, Apit, mau balik ke UM. So, tengah hari tu aku keluar bersama-sama Dibah dan Diwan untuk hantar Apit. Alang-alang tu kami singgah di Mid Valley. Lunch. Then hantar Apit balik kolej dia. On the way balik, lalu Federal. Jem gila macam babibabipuntakmacamtu. Menyumpah-nyumpah kami di dalam kereta. Benci sungguh tenguk polis-polis melepak tepi-tepi jalan. Time tu tak tau kenapa dorang blok jalan-jalan utama ke KL. Only later we found out it was due to the demonstration that took place the major roads from Masjid Negara (if I'm not mistaken) alongway to KL. Cilaka.

2 jam lebih. 2 JAM! Only to drive home from UM to Ampang. Ok. Bukan tak setuju dengan demonstration ni. And I'm not going to start with the politics stuff and what not. So don't try me. Shut it. Keep it to yourself.

Pada aku, demo ni satu medium untuk bersuara. Tapi, boleh tak jangan buat tengah-tengah jalan?? Tengah-tengah jalan yang busy kat dunia pulak tu. Pada hari Sabtu?? Owh come on!

Kerja Rumah.

Aku dah grad since pertengahan May. Maka, sudah 2 bulan lebih aku sibuk dengan kerja-kerja seorang suri. Masa Dibah cuti hari tu, kerja-kerja diserahkan kepada beliau. Sekarang aku buat seorang. Paling dibenci adalah kerja-kerja berkaitan kain baju dan kerabatnya. Benci sungguh. Aku cuma suka pakai saja. Basuh, jemur, lepas tu perlu lipat. Ada yang kena gosok pulak. Benci sungguh.

Tapi, aku suka makan. Maka, mak membuat perjanjian dengan aku. Kalau aku buat kerja-kerja rumah, termasuklah menguruskan kaum kerabat kain baju, nanti beliau bagi upah. Sebulan banyak juga. Cukuplah aku pergi makan yang mahal-mahal sekali-sekala.

Tadi, ada sedara datang. Seorang orang tua ikut bersama. Sambil tengok TV dia sembang-sembang tanya aku soalan macam ejen cari jodoh. 'Dah habis sekolah ke? Umur berapa? Bla bla bla..' Akhir sekali, 'Dah kerja ke? Anak sedara makcik dah kerja dah. Dah 2 tahun. Kerja kat hospital. Jururawat.'

Pantang sungguh aku dengan soalan tersebut diikuti dengan ayat penyata yang bermaksud tersirat lagi sinikal.

'Makcik, saya ni dah bersekolah selama 20 tahun. 20 TAHUN. Apa salahnya saya berehat dulu? Baru 2 bulan. Cukup baiklah saya tak bercadang berehat selama 2 tahun.' Aku balas. Dalam hati.

Hina sangatkah kalau aku tak berkerja lagi? Kenapa? Sebab aku menghabiskan beras mak bapak? Anak tak kenang budi? Bukannya aku pergi berjoli sakan. Aku cuma duduk rumah saja. Bising ape.

Terlupa Kewujudan.

Blog ini. Hampir terabai. Kesian.

Apa khabar?

Oh. Aku berpergian beberapa hari ke Perhentian. Ini kali kedua untuk tahun ini. Tidak. Aku bukan gila pulau. Tapi cuma menemankan adik dan kazen tercinta bercuti sebelum meneruskan pembelajaran.

Alang-alang mau ke Perhentian, kami berkeputusan juga membuat road trip dengan singgah merata di sepanjang perjalanan. Isnin bertolak jam 12 tengah hari. Lalu Highway Karak. Keluar di Kuantan. Singgah di kampung nelayan di Cherating. Singgah tempat penetasan penyu tak tau kat mana tapi sebelah Club Med. Melawat rumah lama di Rantau Petronas. Ambil gambar di Kerteh dan Paka secara haram. Jam 8 baru sampai di Batu Buruk, K. Terengganu. Makan sambil tunggu Pak Lang ambil sebab tak ingat jalan nak pi rumah dia. Bermalam di rumah beliau.

Esoknya bangun subuh. Breakfast nasi minyak. Pak Lang bagi bekal roti bun berbuku-buku(buku kah? ke ketul?) sebagai makanan ruji atas pulau nanti. Jam 8 bertolak ke Kuala Besut. Sampai jam 10+ kerana memandu secara berhemah.

Ok. To be clear, kami pergi bertiga sahaja dari KL. Tapi berjanji dengan Diwan(adik kepada aku dan Dibah) untuk bertemu di atas pulau. Diwan ada geng. Geng dia 10 orang. Duduk di Bubu Resort. Kami tak mampu maka kami pergi redah aja untuk cari bilik secara walk-in. Dapat chalet twin sharing di Matahari Chalet yang cuma ada katil berkelambu koyak dan serambi kecil untuk RM40 satu malam. Outside bathroom. Tapi aku suka. (Murah! Murah untuk peak season) Maka dengan rasminya kami menggelar diri kami, The Backpackers.

Sudah malas mau cerita. Owh. Dari KL ke Perhentian dan ke KL semula, aku rasa kitorang cuma keluar dalam RM300 seorang. Plus minus of course. Ini termasuk perbelanjaan berjalan-jalan di KT, Kemaman, Teluk Chempedak dan makan-makan di sepanjang perjalanan. Dasar perempuan murahan. I like.

Date: June 29 - July 3, 2009.

Location: Sepanjang perjalanan ke Perhentian.

p/s: Lepas ni mari ke Sipadan. Aini, sila kumpul duit. Oh. Bukan. Sila cari kerja.