tahun baru

today, i bought that can't-find-anywhere-in-uia microelectronics circuit textbook. thus, this new year azam is : translate the micro-e books into malay language. well, azam is something we are not going to do, right?

another year passed by, and we're getting older by another year, and one step closer to meeting al-khaliq. hopefully, i'll be a better person.

i celebrate this new year in front of my study table. *yawn*

btw: the micro-e textbook is available at pustaka mukmin bookshop, in front of SOGO kl; for rm60. do ask for discount, because the cashier only give discount if you ask for it.

di bawah lindungan kaabah

*this posting is self-centered*

eagerly, i carefully opened the wish-u-happy-b'day wrapping. 'happy belated b'day'. ow, yes, i'm old.

hours earlier, i got a message, asking about a book which is avaible to be borrowed from the library, but no sign of it on the rack. the book i always wanted to read. a novela i longed for.

and the very book was the contain. i read it, and i wept. hamka: di bawah lindungan kaabah.

Coupling eh? [utk pembaca matang shj]

I’ve read the article entitled ‘meh bercouple’, uploaded (was it cut-and-paste?) by one of the sisters in the xmaahadian forum not so long time ago. Well, in my case as an engineering student, coupling is a must, and I have to learn about it. You know, in order for you to use your electrical appliances such as your computer, tv set, radio, ps2 etc, you need to have ac-coupling or dc-coupling circuits to make the coulombs of the electricity fit your appliances or else, you’ll find your appliances not working (or working inefficiently) or better yet: explode. Dowh, this is not the thing you want to know.

Back to coupling by the meaning of human-to-human relationship: it is something abstract that could only be understood by the ones experiencing them. They call this thing: love. Coupling = berkepit sana sini = jadi belangkas = LOVE? I just don’t get it. Do you? Do they mean that when you love someone, you have to be with him/her 24-7? Then, my hands love me soooo much. They stick with me 24-7. It’s out of context, but, well, use your right brain to think about this.

For me:
1) Love is unconditioned and need not to be proven. Then, none of the below is correct:
i) go dating is a prove of love.
ii) spending money is a prove love
iii) man: if you love me, then prove it
lady: oh, i’m willing to sacrifice anything, even my soul.
iv) and beyond, figure them out yourself.

2) Love is a non-sexual relationship. The westerners take love equals sex. So, when you love someone, you have to stick to him/her, spend most of your time with him/her, and most importantly you have to‘ehem2’ with him/her. They call ‘having sex’: ‘making love’. Oh, worry not; the Son God (Jesus) has died for our sins. So they say. So twisted: them.

Remember the hadith of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him): “A group of human that will be in the shade of Allah on the day that there is no other shade but His: 2 men (read: 2 MEN or WOMEN) LOVING EACH OTHER for the sake of Allah, meet and depart for the sake of Allah......” au kama qaal. And you call them gay.

Touching earth

To the least of anyone’s expectation, the dewas fell down from the heaven. Nobody knows what exactly had happened back then, but the fact that the dewas fell can’t be changed. Even the dewas have no clue why they fell. Even them. Sure thing is: no bones were broken.

Sometimes, you may feel like touching earth when you are at the top of the sky. falling is not the optionate way, however.

With most holidays fall on Monday, this semester is sure to be hot; – even not as hot as freshly steamed drily-squeezed minced tapioca mixed with some halba, and gula melaka as the filling (this is putu halba to you) – the replacement classes will be either on the evenings or the weekends (who's going to class on weekend?), and the laboratories and the tutorials and the clubs and the alumni and all sort of stuffs are waiting to give their contributions in paralyzing the brain.

The dewas are sure to find their way back to heaven, and I will try to reach there.

dari utara semenanjung ke utara afrika

belajar itu, belajar lah.
faham itu biarlah mendalam.
tumpuan itu, fokus lah.
apa yang kau mahu, dapatkanlah.

yang manis itu,
bukanlah sekadar apa yang kamu dapat.
yang manis itu,
usaha untuk mendapat.

yang kelat,
yang masam,
yang pahit,
itulah dugaan,
itulah cubaan;
itulah manisnya.

ranjau onak berliku,
injak-injaklah.
biar luka biar berdarah biar parah.

manis itu:
bernafas puas.

something about putu halba

actually bringing the putu halba didn't have anything to do with selling/promoting myself to the parents. i sell myself using my words, and attitude. "be in your natural colour."

it was just that: it was a custom in my family (or others' families as well) to bring something, anything to the house that we are visiting.

when i was younger, my granny would bring a pack or two of sugar to the house we were visiting. at that time, i thought that bringing something was just merely a custom; adat of showing gratitude or something, until one day in my matriculation years, the well known ust. maszlee quoted a hadith of prophet muhammad sollallahu3laihiwasallam, which i forgot the matan, but the mafhum is: "bring something to the house you are visiting, even it's children of the stone (anak batu: LOL)"

there was some time when i brought a pack of ssekut merrie to abah's house, and his mother laughed when i, at that time, kinda unlikely to eat the ssekut i brought. she said: "there won't be bad elbow to you." (tak dop bburuk siku eh).

her mother said almost the same.

btw: contacting abah via sms: +919844408711 :20sen using maxis, and 50sen celcom per sms. he's waiting for his anatomy test result, i think.

Meet The Parents; And Aunt

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow. Given time: 7 minutes.

Meet The Parents; And Aunt

Yesterday,
I [coughing] went there.
I went to [cough-cough] her house.
Along with me was a pack of putu halba:
bought on my way there.

Just to think about meeting her parents for the first time
gives me the chill [shivering],
and yet I was to meet them.
What the heck was I thinking!
[coughing]

The waiting for the putu halba to be done
And the seven minutes journey was felt
like an eternity.

At the gate,
There she stood; smiling,
with her father only a yard away
And her mother approached
From her aunt’s house.
Her aunt. [cough]

The cacti,
The food and the drinks,
The zam-zam and the dates and the zabit and the pistachios,
And the questions and the facts and the stories,
And the laughs.

I left the house: relieved.


Questions:
1.What is the poem about?
2.What season is it by the existence of putu halba abundantly?
3.What can you understand from the sentence:
“The zam-zam and the dates and the zabit and the pistachios”?