azan

"Azan" - Yasmin Ahmad

"From the trembling throats of men,
out through round open lips,
scattered
like an invisible mist
rolling from atop a tower,
high above the sins of the city.
The cry of the azan.

O strange serenade.
Neither happy nor mournful,
you defy definition.
You admonish, yet offer redemption.
You demand work at inconvenient hours,
but in the end, dispense rest.

O aria of hope.
You announce, acapella,
the end of night, the end of darkness,
as it passes into light.
Your stern voice stirs
eyelids of lead;
your melody calms
the quiver of dew-covered leaves
when they are anxious
for the coming of the sun.

O azan.
I knew your meaning
long before I knew your language.
The children understand you
whose parents have learned not to understand you.

You are five commas,
punctuating a day of nonsensical sentences."

basha moloyou

semalam
aku kelewatan
ke kelas basha moloyou
yang pertama kalinya
setelah tiga tahun berlalu

semalam
aku pelajari
susur galur
sejarah evolusi katanya
basha moloyou

semalam
aku fahami
guru basha moloyou itu
seorang aktivis
basha moloyou
juga seorang umno

basha moloyou- bahasa melayu setelah ditranslate dari tulisan sanskrit

tasukete!

tulong trenslet kok bahaso oghe putih:
[start]

jumaat male saktu lepas, aku main kom epal; iMac kat itd lab sapa keno prambat. ho lah, main sapa puko sebelah.

pahtu pulok, tengoh hari saktu tu, aku beli kitab bible (baco: injil?). kalu bonde aku tahu, mesti dio pehe. mung tahu?

petenyo pulok, aku, first, petet n jjue gi main kayak. sedak la jugok, buleh main simboh2 air. tapi aku ingat nok main hok soghe2 tuh, tapi lain kali la bokalih, sebak aku gi pong lewat doh hari tuh.

male pulok, aku kelik bbilik la. tokke nok gi cm pulok. aku koll @>-, ajok dio gi dakwah progreng. dio ok jah.

mako pado hari ahad, aku, @>-, first, petet n jjue gi la progreng tuh. sedak kkakloh jugok. blaja pasal serbok kari LINGAM dan jugok AYAPPA.

pahtu, male pulok ado miting AMAL, nok nganjur majlis ghayo, lepas ghayo pahni la. habis miting, aku gi bbilik far8, ambik essaimeng pispais, kopi, prin.

takdi, ttiko aku nok hata, medem rosmina royat: "u can submit it on wednesday".

pahtu, sebak takdok kelah, aku lilah-lilah gi mari; ikot kaki, mako sapalah ko lab di e3 nih.

[end]

best quote of the day: " i'm confused! what do you mean?"

kinda like this

i received e-mails from one of my lecturers. in the latest email, the first line read:
" amwm "
at the first sight, i read it "awmm", like the monks omm. WTH! owh, it's assalamualaikum.

then i opened other emails from the lecturer. the first email and the second have this:
"Assalamu 'alaykum/ (=Amwm)"

and at the bottom of the e-mails is this:
"################################################
Note:
This message is for the named person's use only. It may contain confidential, proprietary or legally privileged information. No confidentiality or privilege is waived or lost by any mistransmission. If you receive this message in error, please emmediately delete it and all copies of it from your system, destroy any hard copies of it and notify the sender. You must not, directly or indirectly, use, disclose, distribute, print, or copy any part of this message if you are not the intended recipient.XXXX and any of its subsidiaries each reserve the right to monitor all e-mail communications through its networks.

Any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender, except where the message states otherwise and the sender is authorized to state them to be theviews of any such entity.

Thank You.
################################################

perigi cari timba vs .......

ustazah siti nor bahyah said:
a wife got to have 3 'F's:
1. food
2. fesyen (eja camni ek?)
3. fun

\he said: ustazah don't want to mention the 4th F: f**k.

i became weaker or they became stronger: the missing nin

last holiday, i went to my rumah che'gu (read: cikgu), where i used to practice jutsus in a dojo. in case if u don't know what dojo is, a dojo is a kind of rolled food eaten with shrimp. got it?

back to rumah che'gu; the dojo wasn't actually a dojo. in fact it was not a dojo at all. with the sky as the roof, the grass as the floor, and the pendaflour lamp as the light source, there we practiced how to kill; mosquitoes for the said dojo was just beside thick bushes.

so, that very night, i got tonnes of slaps, punches, chops by the youngest of the elders who had taught me the jutsus. i grinned. i could hardly defense myself from his attack, not to mention to give him a touch. i went home bruised.

days after, i went to see my juniors practicing jutsus. and as a senior, i was called upon to accept an honorific duel, from my one-year junior. i agreed, and seconds later, i found myself lying on the ground. damn it! he used the forbidden jutsu. fact: most of the time, a fight between anbus do not last for a long time. it will be either me or he lying on the ground.

he said,"hahaha, sorry to use that forbidden jutsu, i thought you were ready. well, u know more jutsus than i do." he laughed!
i knew that he just wants to test me, since he was with the elders all the time, and many complex jutsus have been passed down to him. perhaps one day, he will be the succesor of the clan, bachok chapter.

honestly, that was what i deserved for leaving home, without the jutsus. i'm a missing nin, a square (read: kayu) missing nin.

there are some more kayu missing nins just like me, scattered around the world. they got offer gi oversea-lah! what? do you think this story was a made up?

iiiiiiiiiiiii!! [read this 'geram'ly]

quoted someone who i do not know:

"kenapa kao buat blog dalam bahasa inggeris? tak boleh nak expres diri kao yang sebenar, dan bahasa inggeris tak sefleksibel bahasa melayu. sebagai contohnya, cuba kao ambil contoh ni: you - kao, ko, kamu, korang. i - saya, aku , gua. lebih bervariety. "

" cuba translate geram ke dalam bahasa inggeris."

/me: well, i write what i want to, in any medium i want to. be it inggeris or malay, you still read this ain't you?

Can This Fruit Be Saved?

"The banana as we know it is on a crash course toward extinction. For scientists, the battle to resuscitate the world’s favorite fruit has begun—a race against time that just may be too late to win." -popular science.

the cute chinese doll

/she: what language do you want to learn? [giving me a brochure]
/me: mandarin, maybe.
/she: ow, nice. do you have some basic?
/me: actually i've graduated the second level.
/she: then u can join level three. can you speak? [smiling] mandarin; i mean.
/me: not really. i forgot everything already maa. [laughing]
/she: you didn't practice?
/me: nope. don't have friend to practice.
/she: mm, you can take my number, maybe i can help you with the practice.
/me: wha?
/she: don't be shy.
/me: i'm afraid you'll fall in love with me. (dalam ati, hahaha)
/me: ni jiao shen me min ze?
/she: chinese or islamic?
/me: both.
/she: ting *ing se. [i could't hear clearly]
/me: ting ting se?
/she: ting ling.
/me: owh.
/she: and islamic name: salimah.

then she talked to another person.

salimah: so, you want to join?
/me: i'll think about this.
salimah: ok.
/me: xie xie.

i'll take the course if she's the teacher.

background song: come llote anok sapo dio.

of my new room

i moved to a new room. left behind was my memories in the previous room, the scenic view of mahallah safiyyah (huhu) and that my-food bully little ants. haa, and also that dying morth.

the new room (compartment to be exact) is other-block facing, with the windows need to be closed 24-7, bad air ventilation, broken apart bed, a mountain of rubbish left behind by the previous colony, and a screen of ayat kursi. nice.

that pilot was trying to kill me!

2 nights ago, i boarded the ekspres mutiara bus to k.l. then the co-pilot switched on the tv and vcd player. it was aziz m. osman's. good, i said, for i didn't watch any of his for such a long time.

be it senario xx, be it senario xx!

obviously it was a false hope. it was bisikan remaja. and what else could i do? at that time, i could feel my braincells dying, little by little, and it lasted for about 1.2 hours before the pirated cd movie suddenly stopped. thank goodness! i've losted about only 3 trillion of my braincells.

about this movie: i don't think it's aziz's. maybe some other creatute imitated him and used his name. this movie, well, sucks! it's about a bunch of college students and their idiocy. for u out there; no point watching, so don't watch this movie.

care of dharma books.

days before i left, i browsed thru the book racks/shelves in the library. i couldn't help my hands from not taking the book about the boddhidharma, and this was what i found on the last page.

dharma books contain the teachings of the buddha; they have the power to protect against lower rebirth and to point the way to liberation. therefore, the should be traeted with respest--kept off the floor and places where people sit or walk--and not stepped over. they should be covered or protected for transporting and kept in a high, clean place separate from more "mundane" materials. other object should not be placed on top of dharma books and materials.
.....burn to dispose of dharma materials ......
these consideration may also be kept in mind for dharma artwork, as well as the written teachings and artwork of other relogion.

see how they respect their holy books. sounds familiar, isn't it?

meh check rizat

moh repeat. hehehe. the result this time was quite unsatisfactory unworth waiting. en. ghafur sms-ed me that day i was playing with my bike, informed me about his. then, i got home and you can continue the story yourself.

far8: oo, bertabah giler download anime pakai dialup.

believe in the stars do not

believe in the horoscope? well, i don't. syirik giler dowh! in tafseer surah al-mulk (here comes the tazkirah), allah has created stars for 3 reasons.
1) ziinatun lissamaa-i
2) rujuuman lisysyayaatin
3) hidaayah liinnas. (i.e: for the direction, falak etc. but not fate metering!)

actually it's not about this that i want to talk about, for this blog is not for tazkirah for now. perhaps some other day, hehe.

so what stars? the elders said that if you can see the stars in the sky, it will not be raining. they were always right with their petua(s), but not tonight. i was about to get out , abihkan petrol with my bike, and the stars were twinkling in the sky. i got into the house for a sec and suddenly, froush.....

julai: bulan membaca

"read! by the name of your God that created!... alif lam kha"

i was so passionate in reading when i was young. all the praise to allah, for i was able to read at such young age, which denied my iq test result years ago; 50-60 points: terencat akal tahap sederhana. back to my past, i read almost anything, writtened on any material. perhaps that was one way i developed my common knowledge about the world.

when i was in my primary school, i read the 'pusaran' (quote: "pokok2 mati, tidak berkocak") and 'buchanan dan ladang epal [i forgot the title]' which most of you read them in your secondary school, i reckon.

my passion introduced me to the city of arialun and the saga of artakusiad. i even read that lost book of 'permata ....'. my first short story was published when i was in my primary school. i lost the copy of that mag...hu hu.

this passion also left me a lot of tears, laughs, giggles, grins and so much more. i even cried for the 'bapak derhaka' (another version of pusaran) short story.

however, sad but true, this passion seems to be fading, and fading and fading....plup.