Saturday, October 30, 2010

Malas Nak Hadap Dunia

Ini first time aku bangun tidur, aku menyorok dalam selimut, benam kepala dalam bantal, berat nak bangkit, malas nak hadap dunia.

eh, malas nak hadap dunia tu sentiasa. cuma kali ni, first time sebab kecewa yang amat sangat.

kau pernah tak jadi yang kononnya the best? in almost every freaking effing thing? pernah tak kau jadi orang yang wowww, amat terel lah konon? pada orang lain at least.

pernah tak kau jadi orang yang started off so well you even surprised yourself?

pernah tak korang sentiasa dapat A, weh A+ pun macam dah jadi darah daging, tak pernah dapat B, pernah tak kau jadi orang yang everyone WOW WOW WOW.

tetiba sekarang, kau B pun takleh dapat kot. fail itu satu kemungkinan besar dalam hidup kau. A macam dah hilang, dalam the so called genggaman.

kau tau tak apa rasanya tu?

kalau kau taktau, kau memang takkan ada rasa empati kat aku. cuba korang relate masa korang paling kecewa dengan masa aku sekarang, haaa mungkin korang boleh faham.

eh tapi tak sepenuhnya tau.

sebab, kalau kau kecewa sorang2 takpe. tapi aku? sumpah semua orang akan tau.

sebab kalau dapat markah, orang akan tanya. orang akan expect aku dapat highest. siap cheer lagi. oh so suwit, tapi suwit tak kalau apa yang korang cheerkan tu tak betul?

aku bagitau awal-awal lah eh, aku mungkin takda highest ape pun kali ni.

from highest in what, 6 subjects? to nothing.

from getting what, 5A+ and 4As? to nothing.

there, aku terpaksa ah letak segala elemen mengangkat diri sendiri, so korang tau betapa langit dengan bumi beza markah aku dulu dan sekarang. kalau tak korang tak faham.

apa perasaan korang kalau korang dah biasa dapat, what? apa-apa jela yang korang biasa dapat kan. pastu tetiba drop satu dua grade. tapi orang yang tak dapat markah yang korang salu dapat tu, orang yang markah lagi rendah ah, kata kat kau "at least kau C je, aku fail tau".

korang rasa lega ke?

TAK! sebab korang tak boleh compare pencapaian korang dengan orang lain! aku tak boleh cakap, ahh, aku dapat C. ramai lagi kat sekolah ni dapat D. dear, kalau aku terus fikir macamtu, sampai bila pun aku takkan maju.

dulu, aku dapat A- pun dah rasa tak guna.

bayangkan kalau sekarang aku fail. bayangkan.

selagi kau tak rasa, kau tak faham. kau akan terus fikir aku ni overreact.

memang aku patut overreact, sebab jatuh bangun aku, orang lain pun tau. bila aku dapat tinggi, semua orang tau. maksudnya bila aku dapat rendah, konfem lagi ramai orang tau dari biasa, sebab that's not normal.

sebab tu aku tak suka orang tau apa aku dapat walaupun bagus, sebab aku taknak orang still masuk campur dalam hidup aku bila aku dapat teruk. ye, kasar bunyinya.

tau tak?

ujian sebelum ni chemist aku jatuh from A to A-. cikgu kasi kertas aku dengan berkata yang aku drop, dengan muka sangat grim. aku rasa sangat shit.

masa mid year, physics aku almost A+, highest. ujian sebelum ni, cikgu tanya markah aku. aku dapat 75. cikgu cakap "rendahnyaaa!". padahal orang lain ada lagi rendah.

cikgu pun tengok markah aku ikut standard aku. setakat drop A- pun dah buat dorang terkejut, apatah lagi sekarang ni, yang rasanya A- nak dapat tu punya payah.

mati akal aku fikir apa aku nak jawab dengan SEMUA cikgu. they expect the best but when i dont exceed such expectation, the blame's on me. i just hope they know how i feel just by getting bad grades, they dont have to add more frustration by saying or asking anything.

aku tau aku salah. aku ada alasan logik, not to be defensive, tapi cukup logik untuk buat aku terima, if only orang lain pun terima dengan senyap markah aku.

aku just nak orang faham kenapa aku malas nak hadap dunia sekarang, kenapa orang lain dah habis final semuanya gembira, tapi aku rasa takda beza, sengsara lagi adala.


shit.

kalau aku gagal sorang-sorang, rasanya memang shit. tapi bila gagal dengan semua orang tau lepastu tertanya-tanya kenapa kau boleh gagal sebegitu rupa, jadi persoalan pulak dah, dan misteri di dunia, memang rasa dia berjuta kali ganda lebih shit, macam terjatuh dalam loji.

aku tak kesah, aku taknak keluar daripada loji ni.




Friday, October 29, 2010

Trailer Harry Potter Menjadikan Diriku Gumbira

Assalamualaikum.

periksa hampir berakhir. tapi pada aku, its already over. over yang maksudnya bukan "phewh, habis jugak periksa ni, penat aku belajar tiga minggu, mari kita enjoooy!" gaya gembiraNora Danish. bukan.

its over pada aku bermaksud "HABESLAH MATI KENAPA AKU BUAT TERUK SANGAT KENAPA AKU TAK BELAJAR KENAPA AKU HILANG SEMANGAT HABESLAH SEMUA DAH TERLAMBAT ARGHH HUAAA JLSEBFLJFBLF".

oleh itu, aku akan blog berjela-jela pasal peperiksaan akhir tahun ini. blog dengan penuh pessimism dan self-condemning sampai semua orang rasa nak tampar.

tapi bukan sekarang, oh bukan.

sekarang nak warm up je. baru intro je ni, tak masuk analisis mendalam lagi. sabar ye, tangan nak tampar tu simpan dulu.



rupanya dah keluar trailer baru Harry Potter. berapa banyak trailer dorang nak buat aku taktau. bagus apaa, banyak trailer buat aku sentiasa teruja, sekaligus berkata goodbye kepada fikiran negatif fail exam mana nak tutup muka OMG.

okeh, enjoy!




dengan keputusan peperiksaan sebegini, aku akan terus berharap ada burung hantu melayang masuk rumah kepit surat kat mulut untuk aku tertulis

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"


baru lah cool okay sekolah macam tu. asrama tak buat orang stress, makanan sedap, belajar pun lebih kurang je cam kat sini cuma lagi gempak, chemistry ganti ngan potion sejarah ganti ngan history of magic, oh alangkah indahnya hidup.


ini sungguh menyedihkan.


Friday, October 22, 2010

Kisah Kejanggalan 1Malaysia

Pada suatu petang, aku dan Diena menuruni anak tangga dari perpustakaan sekolah. masing-masing mengeluh, sengal akibat letih mengulang kaji pelajaran (read: DUSTA).

aku menelefon ibu menggunakan telefon bimbitku, Diena pula tekun menelaah formula matematik tambahan. aku meminta ibu mengambilku, sambil mataku melirik ke kiri dan kanan, manalah tahu ada mawas si pengawas mengintip gerak geriku membawa barang larangan.

sedang aku bercerita kisah silam penuh tragediku kepada Diena, ada kelibat menghampiri kami.

oh, seorang junior berbangsa sigh rupanya. budak ini lagi, getus hati kecilku. mungkin dia mahu menukar duit kertasnya dengan duit syilingku seperti biasa.

"hai akak," dia menyapa.

"hai," aku berbasa-basi.

inilah detik permulaan episod kejanggalanku.


JANGGAL 1


Diena yang tidak pernah berkenalan dengan Adik Kaur, cuba beramah-mesra, "form berapa ni?"

"form 2", pendek jawapannya.

sunyi.

sebagai manusia yang benci akan keheningan, aku bermonolog, atas dasar apakah engkau datang ke mari jika engkau hanya berdiri seperti statue of liberty? menganggu perbualan aku sahaja, baru nak capai klimaks tadi. kemuncak cerita.

"sekarang rehat kan?" aku memecah kesunyian.

"haah,"

"awak tak makan ke?"

"memanglah kalau boleh nak makan, tapi nak makan macam mana kalau duit takda,"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


JANGGAL 2


Diena bertanya kepada aku "bila awak nak cerita kenapa awak keluar dari MRSM yang hazab tu?"

"panjang ceritanya Diena, terlampau rumit, tidak boleh disimpulkan dengan istilah 'pendek kata'. eh tahukah awak, semasa saya kecil apabila orang menyebut 'pendek kata', saya teringat Ibrahim Pendek dalam cerita Labu Labi?"

Diena berasa geram seraya mengecilkan matanya yang sepet menjadi garisan satu dimensi, oh, rupa yang menawan hati.

"baiklah, apa kata awak baca di laman myspace saya. ketika saya masih mentah dan tidak mengenali apa itu facebook dan blogspot, myspacelah segala-galanya. ada saya lakar kisah duka saya di situ, siap ada banyak komen dan kudos lagi tau!" aku memberi saranan.

tiba-tiba Adik Kaur menyampuk, "akak, you ada facebook?"

"ada. awak ada ke?"

"nak ada macam mana kalau duduk rumah kebajikan, internet takda apa pun takda, telefon duit syiling saja ada."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


JANGGAL 3


Aku perasan perubahan air muka Adik Kaur. ada sinar asing dalam matanya, cahaya ragu-ragu membayangi wajahnya. . . ada kekeliruan di situ.

dia memerhati Diena. seolah-olah ada pancaran laser meng-x-ray Diena yang sedang menghafal biologi. Diena tidak peka dengan tumpuan yang diberi, biasalah orang kalau dah tenggelam dalam longgokan ilmu, tidak akan perasan sekalipun ibu mertua yang lalu.

akhirnya Adek Kaur memulakan bicara.

"akak, kenapa tudung you panjang dan tebal?"

Diena terkesima. "er. . . takde apa-apa. tiada sebab."

"ada cikgu i pun tudung panjang macam tu, bila tanya, dia kata pakai saja-saja," Adek Kaur masih meneliti tuding labuh Diena, mungkin agak luar biasa baginya.

"memang saja-saja pun," Diena mengiyakan.

"tapi, i dengar orang cakap untuk tutup aurat, betul ke?" dia bertanya lagi, ingin tahu.

Diena nampaknya lega kerana tidak perlu menjelaskan dengan panjang lebar, dia membalas "haa, tutup aurat, betul lah tu."

sekarang giliran aku pula ditenung oleh Adek Kaur. keningnya berkerut, garis-garis muncul di dahi.

matanya melirik ke tudungku yang berpotongan agak pendek daripada biasa kerana tudung yang lebih sopan sedang disidai di jemuran.

"tapi akak. . . . ."








". . . kenapa you tak tutup aurat?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

BALAS DENDAM NAMPAK. THAT'S IT BUDAK, AKU TAKNAK TUKAR DUIT SYILING DENGAN KAU LAGI!


tapi apa yang dia tu cakap ada betulnya. terhina seketika. oh, malunya kalau pandangan semua non-muslim hanya bersandarkan pada orang islam macam aku!

dik, akak tengah cuba lah ni.


BUT ROME WAS NOT BUILT IN ONE DAY OKEH , wuwuwu T_______T




Saturday, October 16, 2010

Emo Kid Post Mode - Dont Bother

i am supposed to be at school for sekolah ganti now. but why the hell am i blogging about my crappy life? its a long story one doesn't wish to hear.

the exam's gonna start this monday but being the hopeless me, i only studied a couple of Bio and Physics chapters, which are not going to torture me until next two weeks. for what i'm sitting next week, i haven't even had a glance.

last night i studied Sejarah, which is on next wednesday. i started at 11 and stopped at 5 am. at 6, i woke up despite the gravity pulling me towards the nice cold bed, we can see i was very determine to go to school, a very rare occurrence.

after i performed Subuh, i took a nap in sujud position to make the blood flow down to my brain, so i won't have headache and my brain can work at its best. napping after subuh is not encouraged but what could i do, i only slept about an hour last night man!

when i was ready to put on my shoes, my mom said the engine couldn't start. try again, i said. she said she already did but no luck. the car is having a coma without any warning symptoms. i couldn't walk to school now, i wouldn't make it in time.

i hyperventilated.

i could not believe it. that car, oh that bloody car. i'm sure people have realised how my mother's car is. . . 'distinguishable'. no one has a car like that these days because the white Toyota Corolla was first introduced in 1995, so its kinda old.

why we never bought a new car? my dad bought it for my mom with ready cash when the car was a hot stuff in the market, so it reminds us what good ol times we once had. most of all i think because the car has done a lot for us. it is nostalgic. i dont have the heart to trade it for a new one, and let it be crashed to pieces.

and to sound thrifty, its not like the car is a dying machine or something, so what if its so 90s?

well, not until today at least.

look, i have one last chapter of Add Math unlearned, and Puan Akmal is not fond of absentees. i dont want anyone to be under the impression "oooh she must think she's a freaking genius to have been absent before the final exam", less i want them to think "in your face, miss-think-highly-of-her-self!" when i get bad results. god forbid, nauzubillah.

i am so frustrated and having mixed negative emotions. why todaaay caaaaar?

you must be wondering is this the only reason why i sound so faktap?

maybe because i'm in PMS mode, so oversensitivity is expected, not that i overreacted anyway. dear no-readers, if only you know what my personal life really is, how my family can be abnormal.

someone in this house, let's just say, he and i don't go really well together. no, he, doesnt go really well with anything in any given galaxy.

this car issue, i don't really blame the lifeless vehicle. i blame him. he was supposed to do something for the car but being him, well, he never does anything. if only he did what was asked, we could have figured out any problem with the car earlier, so i could have asked the loyal former driver Cik Din to drive me to school.



if only my other brothers were here. i feel sad whenever i need their help but they aren't in the picture. why do my helpful, nicer brothers are all away? its like the better they are, the farther they go. its only normal if i'm being biased right?

because i'm not gonna write what about him that makes me so mad, i know people will speculate and say i'm just having another irrational emo moment. my mom and i know him more than anyone, so we have the right to think whatever. but you, you don't know us so to be fair to him, please shut up cos you know nothing.

i want to see the glass half full, i want to think positively about him, i want to be like normal siblings, i honestly do. but the feelings are temporary. maybe its my mindset, i can't help feeling everything is wrong.

when he does the smallest mistake, no, its not a mistake if it is intended right? anyway, even if it's a small issue, i will be so angry, holding grudge in silent. the small issues make up a mountain of unspoken depression that i end up being in the state of rage explosion.

at least now i'm taking it better. maybe because he's getting less awful (still his behaviour doesn't match his age), or i'm getting older, or stronger, or both. i used to cry endlessly, wanted to end it brutally, now i dont. i only get high blood pressure thinking about it, hmm.

its only normal if i find it hard to like someone who once made my life a living hell.





wow, that is so. . . comforting. to just let it out.

gosh i hope no one reads this. its exam season anyway, so i think i'm safe. if not, i'll have to say the traditional maaf zahir batin next year. to think of it, talking badly about someone right before exam, very effective strategy. now i'm only making straight As harder to get.

its just sometimes i need this blog not to make people read what's in my head, what i have to say, what talking mind that makes me who i am.

sometimes i just need it to talk to myself.





now get your butt off and go study.

yes, ma'am.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Another Exam Mode Post Hopefully

I'm blogging in English so it means this post is the equivalent of my monologue. you can safely ignore it and turn to other worth-reading materials. but when i blog in Malay, it should occur to you naturally that i want you to read every crap i write. FAHAM?

Its the end of the holiday (thanks to PMR we're given a week off), yet i have done zero revision. i didn't know how i wasted a week just like that. it happens all the time.

i've reminded myself to study, to not let the stupid magic box get the best of me and to defeat the devils hanging on my eyelids. but none of that came true. my bad sleeping routine makes the phrase 'sleep like a baby' irrelevant. i sleep like a dead man.

i will never take things for granted. i never feel good about myself or be lazy because i think i'm gonna score. i am lazy because its a disease i cant treat. i'm not arrogance, i hope so. but i'm afraid i'm being such unconsciously.

i need a wake up call. a slap on the face so hard to make me really realize, not just all talk, that i need to change so badly because i can't bare a B. but i dont like wake up calls. they're nasty. they pull you towards the centre of the earth, make you feel you're the lamest loser, make you lost hope.

i can't just depend on Allah's unconditional help. my mother's endless prayers. and my best friend luck. if they run out and i can't depend on myself to succeed, i'm gonna be a big fat failure. literally. because when i fail i will be upset, leading to involuntary impulse of the mouth to chew something. double disasters there.

final is next week. this is probably the most important exam in my life so far because it will like, determine how well i can survive SPM. and honestly, i dont want next year's Anugerah Cemerlang to be the only one i dont get to go.



GUDLAK EBERIBADEH.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Saya Pakar Bedah Katak!

Minggu lepas, 4 AB buat sesuatu yang tak mungkin dibuat oleh budak lain yang otak masih centre dan tanpa sebab yang kukuh. teka teka teka!

duh, nak teka apa baca tittle pun dah tau la brader.

ya kami belah katak! belah as in cut open bukan belah suruh katak itu 'blah lah kau'. although aku memang selalu halau katak kalau beliau ada berdekatan, hmm sangat geli kang tetiba lompat masuk dalam baju oh no.

tapi ketakutan dan kegelian semua hilang tatkala menyentuhnya buat kali pertama, awhh.

Kita mulakan operasi ini dengan CAMWHORING OH YEAH! eh tak, dengan bismillah.

Aizureen yang paling kental semangatnya. awal2 pegang katak tu, paku tanpa segan silu dan ragu2. Faz juga membantu. aku? well, you know me. i was there. standing beside them but not close enough so if the frog jump amok i will be safe from harm. yes.

aku kan penggeli nombor satu dunia. terpegang cicak pun DAH NAK nangis, siap boleh tangguh hajat kalau ada lipas dalam bilik air. ni katak for god's sake. yang gemuk besar gedabak dan masih hidup. ya, masih simpati teramat. tahap kegelian= tahap kesian.

masa aku gunting skin layer dia, tangan trembling siot. kulit si mangsa dah zig zag zig zag. aku tak pengsan tu pun dah kira ajaib. pencapaian.

memandangkan kumpulan aku agak slow sebab penakut je lebih, tetiba masa AKU tengah potong skin layer dia, dia NGUEK NGUEK. bergerak! meronta melepaskan diri!

tipu. tak meronta pun. tapi kepala dia gerak2 sikit tu dah cukup buat kitorang lari bertempiaran.

inject dengan chloroform supaya dia pengsan balik. tapi dada dia still berombak2. wah pemilihan kosakataaa. setiap kali dada dia kembang, kami melompat ke belakang.

ada dua lapisan yang protect isi dalaman dia ya murid2. yang dah terbukak macam jaket tu lapisan kulit dia. lapisan putih tu ialah singlet dia. no, itu ialah lapisan otot dia. nak tebuk jarum injection susah gila, sebab sangat six pack katak ni rupanya.

masing-masing menunjukkan skill seorang doktor-in-your-dream.

aku serious masih sangat geli walaupun dah bedah sampai boleh pegang organ dia. sebab dia MASIH HIDUP! sangat scary, the heart was still beating. i felt the heartbeat myself with my bare hands. eh, glove-protected hands.

lama-kelamaan, nafsu ganas kami mula timbul. leceh sangat lah kau ni katak, nak keluarkan jantung kau bukan main susah! lalu kami dengan seksinya mengoyak2 kulit, lemak dan isi lain sampai darah bertakung macam kolam mandi yang penuh dengan air sirap. ros.

setelah organ dan isi dia semua dikeluarkan, katak itu kosong. macam puppet, boleh masuk tangan gerakkan mulut lagi. sesi menjahanamkan si ong godok godok bermulaaa oh yeahhh.

time ni memang dah tak kenal erti kemanusiaan.


sorang satu bawak balik rumah ye, sebagai cenderamata.

sangat rasa macam Mona Fandy di sini. cuma kitorang tak kerat 18 je. kecik sangat nanti.

Oh Allah forgive us, we're merely being humans, excited to be 'experimenting' with this cute little creature of yours for the first time. no torturing for pain intended. after all it was dead, i'm sure he went into the light happily for his life purpose was achieved. for education, for greater good, for us to practice killing gruesomely like a cool serial killer.

KATAK JANGAN HANTUI AKU DENGAN MIMPI YANG PENUH DENGAN KAUM KAU DATANG MELOMPAT2 MASUK DALAM BAJU!

Moment of silence, please.
thanks katak for giving us such a valuable experience.
you made me see your kind in a new way.


nak cium supaya dia hidup kembali dan jadi prince charming?

tak berbaloi untuk prince charming segemuk ini.

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