corat coret Ramadhan

Apabila dikisahkan Ramadhan maka aku akan teringat zaman-zaman belajar dahulu. Saat konsep 'makan apa yang ada dan apa yang mampu' dipraktikkan. Terkenang kembali saat di UiTM Shah Alam. Saat kali pertama berpuasa di Negeri Selangor (sebelum itu, di Kelantan Darul Naim), dan berbekalkan semangat tinggi serta motor honda EX5, menerobos dingin subuh dengan harapan untuk bersahur bersama rakan sebilik. Ketika itu, tempat yang ada hanyalah Medan Selera berdekatan Seksyen 2 (tak silap la, seksyen 2), berhadapan dengan Akuarium mega Shah Alam. Rasanya jam 4.00 pagi. bersama Bendahari JPKC. hahaha...dan ini kisah hari pertama sahur, 2008. 

Nantikan esok, kisah hari pertama berbuka tahun 2011... lebih menyayatkan hati dan mengguris perasaan...

|thorempire|where arts meet language|since 2005|

REJECTED Proposal

P/s: Reject = turn down,

snub, discard, throw out, repulse,

or do not accept the existence of someone and something in life

I have been working hard for the last two years

And the most important proposal of mine has been rejected

By my fierce looking kind-hearted editor.

I’d love to see her gets angry

As her growl is a smile, as her yell is a laugh.

She thought she has let me down, she felt sorry for that.

But I just turn back and walked slowly out of her Red room.

Though my face shows a smile, my heart still break into pieces

As this proposal is important, rejection is the end of everything

And rejection means I have to start all over again

Or I just can resign and work with another editor.

myRoom

Sunday 7, 2007

A day after being rejected

Idle + mind = devils’ workshop

My job is not to think for you

As my brain is meant for me

You have yours to make use of

If not, just leave it to me.

I’m sure I can think better

But you guys will be greater.

As my head clink clunk alone

You have his, her, theirs and yours.

Then you will have plenty of thoughts

instead of one (or none).

You have to use your mind

Or it will become worthless

And if you never intellectually use it,

you have wasted His precious time.

Friend, I hope you will remember

That inactive, inoperative, unoccupied

and unused mind

is

the devils’ workshop

September 11, 2007

1408, Cendana RC

Entah-entah

Benarkan aku terbang keluar dari daerah sepi ini

Hajatnya aku ingin menjejaki lautan ketenangan

Agar dapat ku basahkan tekakku dengan airnya yang dingin pilu

tiadalah aku pernah melangkah dari daerah sepi ini

mencari sekelumit hati yang saban hari kian mati

kerana yang ada di sini pun bisa buat ku geli hati.

Aku terbang bak orang muda

Laju hingga merempuh pokok kelapa

Terhantuk si kelapa tua.

Ah Zuan

September 21, 2007