It's a holiday today. And in its true classic sense of the word - Holy Day. The Muslims celebrates this day pretty much throughout the globe. Though it actually shouldn't be monopolized just by the Muslims. Fact is, it's as much a holiday for the Christians and Jews as well. Most Christians I knew would actually stare at me blankly whenever I suggested this to them. "Why?" they always seemed to ask..so I decide to give a little recap...

You can find this story in the book of Genesis 22:1-13.

1. After these things God tested Abraham, and said to him, "Abraham!" And he said, "Here am I."


2. He said, "Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Mori'ah, and offer him there as a burnt offering upon one of the mountains of which I shall tell you."


3. So Abraham rose early in the morning, saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and his son Isaac; and he cut the wood for the burnt offering, and arose and went to the place of which God had told him.


4. On the third day Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw the place afar off.


5. Then Abraham said to his young men, "Stay here with the ass; I and the lad will go yonder and worship, and come again to you."


6. And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering, and laid it on Isaac his son; and he took in his hand the fire and the knife. So they went both of them together.


7. And Isaac said to his father Abraham, "My father!" And he said, "Here am I, my son." He said, "Behold, the fire and the wood; but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?"


8. Abraham said, "God will provide himself the lamb for a burnt offering, my son." So they went both of them together.


9. When they came to the place of which God had told him, Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar, upon the wood.


10. Then Abraham put forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son.


11. But the angel of the LORD called to him from heaven, and said, "Abraham, Abraham!" And he said, "Here am I."


12. He said, "Do not lay your hand on the lad or do anything to him; for now I know that you fear God, seeing you have not withheld your son, your only son, from me."


13. And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and behold, behind him was a ram, caught in a thicket by his horns; and Abraham went and took the ram, and offered it up as a burnt offering instead of his son.

And you can find this in the Quran, 37:99-111 (Al Saffat)

37:99-111 Al Saffat

[37:99] He said, "I am going to my Lord; He will guide me."
[37:100] "My Lord, grant me righteous children."
[37:101] We gave him good news of a good child.
[37:102] When he grew enough to work with him, he said, "My son, I see in a dream that I am sacrificing you. What do you think?" He said, "O my father, do what you are commanded to do. You will find me, GOD willing, patient."
[37:103] They both submitted, and he put his forehead down (to sacrifice him).

God Intervenes to Save Abraham and Ismail

[37:104] We called him: "O Abraham.
[37:105] "You have believed the dream." We thus reward the righteous.
[37:106] That was an exacting test indeed.
[37:107] We ransomed (Ismail) by substituting an animal sacrifice.
[37:108] And we preserved his history for subsequent generations.
[37:109] Peace be upon Abraham.
[37:110] We thus reward the righteous.
[37:111] He is one of our believing servants.

Of course, after going through the above excerpts from respective scriptures, you'd notice that there's one distinctive difference that is between Isaac & Ishmael. I'm not going to make comparative argument on this subject...the scholars already did that. The Jews' version is somewhat parallel to the Christians, but basically the story is almost the same. Abraham was tested by God into giving his son for sacrifice. Today is a commemoration of Abraham & his son's submission to God.
This event is actually very significant and (I believe) should be the key for a common ground betwixt 3 religions. This is one day that the Jews, Christians & Muslims can celebrate in perfect harmony.

Seandainya aku ikuti rasa, pasti sudah lumat bibirmu merah tak terkata.
Sengih sejengkal tak berupa, bagaikan gagak berlagak hendak meneka.
Bertahun engkau menghidang, mengukir senyuman dikalangan teman.
Mereka suka dan engkau tertawa, benih engkau semai bajakan cuka.
Salahkah teman, salahkah mereka? Kekuranganmu sendiri menjadi hiba TAPI TIDAK!
Engkau temukan ikan disebelah dinding berjala, kau santau teman umpan berkaca.
Lama dah ku tahu dan lama ku menduga, berdiam aku mengharapkan kau sedar perbuatanmu.
Makin di diamkan makin menggerutu. Macam jerawat susu!
Akan ku ukur ekar kau seluas ruang tanah dan biar disini ia tertulis,
Obat bagi engkau hanyalah selayar tamparan bugis! Mari sini!!!

Somebody close to me died today and I'm unable to pay my last respects because we're like a continent apart. So...like things can't get any more worse...!

Have you ever wondered that one time you truly help your friends? And I'm not talking about small favours. This is the kind of help you gave for saving his/her ass from getting screwed by the mafia...sort of. Why do we do it?
And when it's our ass the mafia's screwing, how come we don't see our friends fending for our lives?
See, that's the problem with 'friends'. They want things unconditionally. They want things free. They want us to entertain them. They want...they want...they WANT!
This time it's not something I want. It's something I need. Silence. I'm done. Are you done?

Some things should be illegal because it's malicious in nature. I suggest stop wasting taxpayers' money on campaigns that only leads to oblivion. Why campaign at all when it only leads to segregation?
In some places it is illegal to place ads that even remotely suggests discrimination, between sexes. Like "Male working environment" for example. Or "Must be able to speak Urdu". To the brainwashed community, failure to see the logic in this argument is a norm. Oh, but we do practice equality of Rights, don't we?. And here I thought English was the language of administration. Did I get that right? Or it actually only applies to the administrators?
The papers love to propagate statics like "124,000 jobs created" which to me reeks of ambiguity. For whom those jobs are created for anyway? Oh foolish me, it's probably for those millions of people who came from abroad.
The day will come when I witness one of our neighbours to win the 1st Millionth Visitor lottery. Do neighbours qualify? Or this lottery only eligible for those living effectively outside 2500 miles radius?
It is a wonder at times, for me, to be better off speaking suomi. It would've defaulted my mind mapping over this subject.
Harmony would mean different voices on different pitch to sing together as one, thus creating a chord. Imagine that campaign's song sung together on different languages at the same time.
How'd you expect to harmonize when you're letting the singers sing the same song but different words?
Perhaps equating harmony to noise were the objective after all.

I wonder what went thru Rob Flynn's mind when he wrote this...

Well She looked right into my eyes and said to me
The hurt that you try to hide is killing me
You drink a thousand lies, to freeze the past in time

I've tried to fill this silence up
But now it's back again

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life

She says that I'm insecure, I guess she's right
'Cause just when I think I'm sure, alone at night
the agonies come back, this pain won't let me be

I try to fill the silence up
but now it's back again

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life
Don't need your sympathy
I just want for this silence to stop killing me

It's deafening
it's deafening
this silence inside me

I try to fill the silence up
but now it's back again
It's empty like a suicide this pain inside

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life
Don't need your sympathy
I just want for this silence to stop killing me.

We lower the volume of our tv sets, radio or voice because it is distracting. And we completely silence it perhaps, to find some peace. More often than not, we get annoyed at children who banged tables or drop their toys to the floor just so they can hear it make noise. As if our very primary instinct commands us to drown the emptiness around us, thus we make sound. Any sound, if not to fill the silence, it's an assurance that we are able to call for the attention that we all so desperately need.

I am steadily into that mode where without warning..!DAMAGE! so the music's gotta change fer now.

Firstly, I think I'm gonna go easy on the codes. I was about 2 seconds away from thrashing my computer all because of blogger's blog editor. Blogger provides 2 interface to work with, one is the text editor so you can fiddle with your codes, and the other, I suppose, are for dumb people like me who does the editing visually. Initially I thought the visual editor (this is where u see the tab 'Compose') was a great tool. You can move your pics about, resize them, link, fiddle with fonts & colors albeit somewhat limited ways. I was happy I tell ya. Until, I decided to rediscover HTML codes & CSS...
I've been using CoffeeCup HTML Editor, which is a great tool btw, to do my coding and then paste it into blogger. It was great, everything works...at first, until I switched to 'Compose', where I thought I could do a bit fine tuning. So when I clicked on preview everything went wrong! Needless to say, I quickly switched back to 'Edit Html' to see what's going on...did I mess up? NO!!!
Somehow, the blogger editor went on and decide on its own to change the codes! I mean...why would the fuck it wanna do that? Huh? Bodo nyer computer!
I mean..I would really lose it if I didn't think to use CoffeeCup in the first place cos all the codes would be useless to me.
LOL...guess some wouldn't get why I'm so upset. Well...I'm totally useless when it comes to art. Can't draw squats! When I was yaking the O levels, my school actually did not let me take art! So here I am able to create something pretty and nice...and then the STUPID EDITOR HAD TO GO SMARTASS ON ME!!! Such a fuckin asshole! And yeah I know the cybernetic world prolly have no asshole to speak of...go to gay porn sites..u get plenty of ass there!! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHH!!!
that's better...

Did you know that the...

Zodiac is a narrow band of 18° wide,
making a complete circuit of the sky around the earth.This complete
circle is known to the occultist as Eternal Life. And according to
astrology, the fate of mankind was decided by the position of the
stars. The chief gods of the zodiac were actually the 7 planets
located throughout giving 36 sectors atogether with each sector
10° of the zodiacal circle. It is here where our present time
keeping originated from. The sun dial & our mechanical clock is
derived from the 12 houses of Zodiac.
Fortune-tellers rely on this system to dish out their cookie.
Go to any fortune teller. Be it whether they use playing cards
or charts...etc. It is based on this astrological formula.
Oh by the way...the common playing cards are designed from this
zodiac theory as well...
Don't believe me? I've mentioned this to my friends before
and it never failed to amuse me when they finally found the
connection. So here goes...

36 no. cards in a 52-card deck.
One card each represents the 52 weeks with 12 face
cards - 4 Kings, 4 Queens, 4 Jacks & 4 Aces
that represents the 4 seasons. Think about it.
Would you believe...if I'd say all these are
connected to Satan???

...........reluctance of joy BY Red...........................

Would that if I'm able to leap & sing to my heart's content that I would, I really would. But what is it that claimed me otherwise is somewhat a sombre expression that had begun in which even I could not start to comprehend (let alone others...). I should be laughing, smiling profusely because forces which are beyond my control inadvertantly decided that the time had come for one to embrace the smile of a man whom I hold so dear. For all that I had given a fraction of what's left that pumpeth the blood which courses through my veins. I fear...How can I? How could I when thousands suffered in silence were that do my suffering pales in comparison? No, I don't think so, nor the average sheep.

Why then is there this reluctance of joy that I feel as we were taught to be content & grateful for the things we have & do not?

Suddenly I felt the need to be in another place & I hate it when they say they do not understand when all they did was choose not to.

Ultimately I succumbed, broken at the thought that I am so easily beaten...to the fact I, unmistakably knew at first light like always, that I could always reach out with my arms and pull you into embrace...of trust!

I'm a great fan of anime. One of my all time fav is Gensomaden Saiyuki, it's a pseudo-Journey to the West anime. It has the monk and his 3 disciples which, thankfully, replaced the original characters with cool looking dudes with special powers.

Anyway, I remembered watching this series with a particular storyline...where a war god went rogue. He whacked alot of people including the monk and his disciples to steal the holy scripture in a desperate attempt to recreate the world.

Why would a war god do (Homura) that? He fell in love but according to the laws of heaven he is prohibited from doing such humanly act. And Homura almost succeeded until a convenient genetic flaw (he is half human btw) in his body threatened his life, which gave the monk the opportunity to wound him. Until the very end, I realized that Homura actually allowed himself to be defeated and killed. The truth was that Homura knew his ideals would never be accepted in the real world in the first place. He went rogue because he was dying and he wanted to see his ideals, dreams and passion come to life. A got a revelation before he died...the monk hated the world too!
I read somewhere that every each one of us are a microcosm. We are our own world. We can create our own...so then are we...Gods? Yes?

Boom! Boom! Boom! The bass & drums pounded heavily through the speakers while the laser lights probed relentlessly over the sea of bodies that covered the dancefloor. There wasn't much you can do, except grind on each other!

I just got to know her like 15mins ago and here she was, rubbing her entire body over mine. Hell, we were practically having sex with our clothes on! It was a real hot and steamy situation and I became aware of the growing number pair of eyes watching us...or rather her. Oh man...this girl was like sex on a stick, I tell ya.

I swear the Dj must've dried his nuts cos the next song was such a chiz! And it kinda ruined the whole thing. And people started heading back to their seats...wherever! This chick was still, like stuck on me, so I offered to buy her a drink but she counter offered me to blow the club over to her place...which I politely declined.

D'uh!!! I know..I know...my buddies smacked me at the back of the head for doing that. Hah! Should look at her face when I rejected her offer! As hot as it sounds..I was only interested in dancing with her...sounds gay doesn't it?

Still, let's think about it for a minute. Well yeah, she's good to go..and perhaps I would've gone with her if I was in my army days. Fact is..She wasn't real. So you feel good for the night...but what then? I'm over it. You'll learn over time that those who indulge in one night stands are only disrespecting themselves....OMG!!! Did I just actully say that???

Well...you have to grow sometimes...

7 POUND VEIN ppl!! Check 'em out! Think I'm gonna be there.....

We all carry something with us. Of course, its nice if we tavel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually its easy to just drop what we've been carrying, so we can get home that much sooner. Assuming of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive.

Why do we clutch at this baggage even when we're desperate to move on?

Because we all know there is a chance that we might let go too soon...

I just spent hours talking to a very close friend and I am upset at what happened to him. I do not have the liberty of discussing here about his issues but I'll say betrayal is one son of a bitch you'd love to kill.

And to her, I'll leave these words (I know...):

We all have reasons for rewriting history. Sometimes, we need to provide ourselves alibis. Sometimes we want to hurt someone who have hurt us. And then there are times we just want to spare ourselves embarassment. Of course, there are some who feel to rewrite history is just another way to lie. But what is history anyway, with a set of lies agreed upon?

Is this what you have begu to embrace?

I never could really understand women...whenever they're confronted, they lash out. Then men hit back (metaphorically of course!). This goes on...forever, to the point of being stupid and at times, the expense of others. pffft!

Men are so much easier to deal with...when you can't talk no more, let the fists do the talking!
And you bitches can stop sneering cos I'd just pulled a fast one on ya. Women...always thinking they're high, sophisticated and mighty.

The doctors prescribed me painkiller cocktails as well as a mild tranquillizer. I'm stoned all day! They did a scan just to make sure my head's okay. And they insisted that I make a decision soon. Till then I'm free to go.

It's kinda nice to be stoned when you have killer headaches. Hmm...I wonder pot does the job as well. Need to ask a friend about that.

I kinda anticipated I'll get whacked last night. I've been getting the vibes but I never expected to get slugged a whole 360 degrees turning point! It actually made me lose my equilibrium and crashed over a chair. I don't think I've ever been hit so hard...even during my earlier days!

I experienced that blurry vision thingy...you know like the one you get when you tv's reception's real bad? I think I'd laid down for about 5 or 10 mins before I got hit again...like a kick in the head when you're down.

When I was finally able to get up, seemed I messed myself. The front of my shirt was real bloody. My nose was bleeding real bad. And now I'm dealing with the echo...I could have taken a couple of valiums but thought better. So...downed alot of painkillers and brace myself for the next hit...if it comes. I'm sooo not working today...!

My migraine woes surfaced when I was like four years old and I remembered it hit me very earli in the mornings like at 6am. Remembered that everyone had to hold me down because I was thrashing around hysterically. Not screaming or yelling in pain...but rather I clenched my teeth and kinda held on to my head. Maybe I thought it was gonna explode..lol! But in those days...my migraines were thought to be something else.

I've always held my pains at bay lest everyone knew about it. I grew up with a set of values that thinking to speak of your pains, sufferings, are inevitably signs of weakness. Frankly, this fucked my mind some...especially when I have severe migraine attacks constantly throughout my life, it wasn't until a couple of years ago that I got myself checked up. I grew up being paranoid at receiving attention, especially ones that aren't called for and had to adjust myself into character which has unfortunately drew repercussions. Thus, my natural instinct when faced with extreme difficulty, I go distant...that way, I can deal my own issues privately. It's like a natural circuit breaker. My friends thinks I'm just being aloof, disenchanted, anti-social..or whatever it is they call it...this is just one of the repercussion I have to deal with. Nowadays, I give stern warning to people who complained of havin migraines...go see a doctor.

So let's see...migraine, aneurysm, tumour, slipped-disc, hyper-tension, ADD, autism, irregular heartbeats...hmm tell me how on earth am I ever to deviate from attention..?

There was a time when we were told that public commuting via MRT was the best way. It's SAFE & FAST. You'd hear tunes like these whenever they wanna build something or want your money. pffft! Anyway these pics came into the email and I'd thought I'd embrace the civil and community spirit by posting these. So...you jumpers have a picture of what it's like after you make the jump.....

THE FOLLOWING PICTURES ARE VERY GRAPHIC. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU'RE FAINT HEARTED OR HAVE NATURAL GAG REFLEX TO GORY PICS. FOR THOSE UNDER 18 PLS GET AN ADULT TO SUPERVISE YOU WHILE YOU BROWSE THESE PICTURES. I RATE THIS AS PG-13....

GETTING RAN OVER BY A TRAIN SUX AIN'T IT??

Don't ask....my sense of humour is on overdrive!

*For those who wants to watch the whole movie, click Here. At first I thought of posting it here at the sidebar, just after the music videos but realize its not so good an idea. 1st the window will be too small. 2nd, I broke it into 10 parts. So for those of you who haven't watch this movie, go on...Click!

The Son, The Brother and the Father

In times like these I'd always remember you. I'd recall how you'd handle your problems and try it your way. It's difficult though because there were hardly any crisis when you were around. Your steadiness, strength and intellect had been my envy eversince I'd crawled onto your lap and read whatever you were reading. Because of you I was ahead of everyone in class. You always had your nose in some book and I followed suit because that was us. I'd ask only you when I stumbled upon big words, no one else was worthy.
The pen is mightier than the sword or so they say, but I knew you were a Master of both. I had seen your moves and was awed by the strength you hid within. And I knew I wanted to be you. You taught me how to break the codes without actually teaching me. And you gave me a lesson that none was privy to. You were radical too! You stumped professors and scholars with your reasoning and argument without the need to associate with their instituitions!
If people truly knew the knowledge you hold...things I wanted to learn from my Superman.

I sometimes wonder if you were okay with me. Did I handle things the way you'd want me to? God..this is difficult. With just a few lessons you left us to fend for ourselves. Though rough...it's okay, really. Our faculties were well-equipped, thanks to you. But lately...things spun out of control and I don't know what to do. This is something I hadn't learned yet.

You know...sometimes I think you expect too much of me too soon. It's too much to personify the trinity.

"Where Did All My Friends Go?"

I saw this in a text message and it stumped me for a second.

It's really sad when this happens but we all go through this phase in our own little worlds when we are at our lowest. Though we may just be venting, these sentiments are actually our little fragments of our subconscious embedded in our little voice.

So where are they who laughed with me in merriment when the life is high?

Sometimes friends never went away. It's just us who drifted from them.

"Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself"—Matthew 19:19. (2nd comandment)

What do we really know about our neighbours? Some of us are lucky we get along very well with the neighbours. Some, to the extend of considering neighbors as family. There are some, also, who needs to deal with neighbours that apparently was spawned from hell itself, it seems.

We do discriminate unconditionally even if we don't realize, that what we are or what we have are better than others. Disagree? How about having 'the best mom in the whole wide world'? Does this mean that other moms aren't as good? Yes. We discriminate, because undoubtedly we are human.

And because of that, we are capable of most anything...!

I divorce thee, my uncertainty of you;
I divorce thee, thy tainted eyes;
I divorce thee, thy doctrines of thy self righteousness.
Beget me no more of your perfect ideals;
And I shalt not entongue of thy closeted nature.

"Doesn't mean when you see 2 persons in bed naked together, sex was necessarily involved. But, it does make for a very strong case."

THINK.

Really...don't ask me why I made this vid! Maybe...buat lu orang yang perangai macam bunger ah!!!

Tatu II

Setelah habis mengenakan tatu di bahu kirinya, kawanku pun tersenyum lebar. Bangga lah tu agaknya. Apabila pembayaran dibereskan, kami pun meninggalkan kedai tatu itu tanpa berkata sepatah pun.

"Kau marah ke?" soal kawanku tadi. Raut wajahnya gelisah.

"Tak ah." jawabku dengan singkat.

"Abih kenapa senyap jer?" masih lagi gelisah agaknya kawan aku yang satu ni.

"Kau nak aku buat apa lagi? Berjoget?" jawab aku lagi, kini suara aku meninggi sedikit.

Sebenarnya bukan apa, penat aku menuggu dia. Hendak ditinggalkan sekejap, dia menghalang. Sampai lapar dan haus tekak aku dibuatnya. Apabila dah sampai ke gerai makan, pekena air teh sedikit, barulah kita bukak story. Kawan aku ternyata masih gelisah dengan perangai aku. Lantas dia bertanyakan jika aku ada bantahan tentang tatunya itu.

Kalaulah kita pandang merata-rata, sememangnya dah rami juga masyarakat muda kita ni dah bertatu. Tengok jer cerita budak² hanyut tu. Bukan sahaja bertatu, malah bersubang satu badan; khususnya kaum lelaki. Yang perempuan bersubang tu...taklah jadi cerita sangat melainkan jika bertatu. Banyak yang aku baca di akhbar dan terlihat di kaca tv iaitu keluhan dari masyarakat, terutama sekali kaum ibu bapa yang berumur sekaligus mengecam tabiat anak² muda bertatu. Berbagai hadis disebut-sebut disertai hukum-hakam mengenai tatu ini.

Salah ke...? Haram ke...?

Cuba kita renungkan.....

45:6 Itulah ayat-ayat penerangan Allah yang kami bacakan kepadamu (wahai Muhammad) kerana menegakkan kebenaran; maka dengan perkataan yang manakah lagi mereka hendak beriman, sesudah penerangan Allah dan tanda-tanda kekuasaanNya (mereka tidak mahu memahami dan menelitinya)?

6:51 Dan berilah amaran dengan Al-Quran itu kepada orang-orang yang merasa takut bahawa mereka akan dihimpunkan kepada Tuhan mereka (pada hari kiamat), (padahal) tiadalah bagi mereka pelindung dan tidak juga pemberi syafaat yang lain dari Allah, supaya mereka bertaqwa.

18:109 Katakanlah (wahai Muhammad): "Kalaulah semua jenis lautan menjadi tinta untuk menulis Kalimah-kalimah Tuhanku, sudah tentu akan habis kering lautan itu sebelum habis Kalimah-kalimah Tuhanku, walaupun Kami tambahi lagi dengan lautan yang sebanding dengannya, sebagai bantuan".

6:114 (Katakanlah wahai Muhammad): "Patutkah aku (terpedaya dengan kata-kata dusta Syaitan-syaitan itu sehingga aku) hendak mencari hakim selain dari Allah, padahal Dia lah yang menurunkan kepada kamu kitab Al-Quran yang jelas nyata kandungannya satu persatu (tentang yang benar dan yang salah)?" Dan orang-orang yang Kami berikan kitab, mengetahui bahawa Al-Quran itu adalah diturunkan dari Tuhanmu dengan sebenar-benarnya. Oleh itu, jangan sekali-kali engkau menjadi (salah seorang) dari golongan yang ragu-ragu.

6:115 Dan telah sempurnalah Kalimah Tuhanmu (Al-Quran, meliputi hukum-hukum dan janji-janjiNya) dengan benar dan adil; tiada sesiapa yang dapat mengubah sesuatupun dari Kalimah-kalimahNya; dan Dia lah yang sentiasa Mendengar, lagi sentiasa Mengetahui.

Buat diriku. Sudah lengkap hukum² yand ditentukan dalam Al Furqan. Sudah pun diberi garis pandu yang jelas tentang hias diri kita.

Memang benar, tiada ayat dalam kitab Al Qur'an yang menyatakan khusus tentang bersubang mahupun bertatu dan juga soal halal dan haramnya. Justeru, sebagai umat yang beriman, kita harus menentukan buat diri kita apa yang baik dan buruk dalam konteks keseluruhan kitab Al Qur'an.

Jadi...Salah ke...? Haram ke...?

Tatu

[ntah aper kene aku nak blog Bahasa Melayu lak...!]
Town. Itulah destinasi kawanku yang sejak subuh tadi telah menelefonku supaya menemaninya. Buat apa? Aku pun belum pasti lagi. Namun, aku ni jenis manusia yang gemar berbakti pada kawan². Tambahan pula, aku ni jarang soal menyoal hal orang. Apa² pun Go ajer!
Tetapi, kadang-kala wajib juga aku bertanya. Maklumlah, dah beberapa kali hal yang tidak di ingini berlaku. Mula² aku disuruh menemani, lalu tanpa disedari, aku pula terbabit dalam hal peribadi kawan²ku itu. Yang paling aku tak minat, apabila lancongan² seperti ini diakhiri dengan babak menyepak dan menerjang. Fuh! Molek sungguh dipandang orang awam...
Ya lah...aku menjadi insan bukannya bertujuan untuk menjadi samseng ataupun kutu jalanan. Memang bukan itu maksud aku wujud di permukaan bumi ini. Namun, aku percaya, kita harus mampu gauli(part ni kalau korang senyum kira bullseye!) semua lapisan masyarakat dan saling bantu membantu. Dalam kitab pun ader sebut!

Berbalik semula...sedang aku menikmati air-con yang cukup nyaman di dalam bas, dalam diam aku mengatur soalan yang ingin aku acukan kepada kawanku ini. Sekali-sekala aku menjeling ke arahnya, memerhatikan wajahnya yang saling tak tumpah macam kongkang sarawak. Pelik. Kelakuan pula tak saling ubah macam kera kena belacan. Gelisah semacam. Dah lah muka macam kongkang, tabiat macam kera pula. Hmmm..oklah tu..sekeluarga pun kan?? Kalaulah tak kerana suasana dalam bas itu sempit macam tin sadin, mahu agaknya dia terloncat-loncat dan terjerit-jerit menyuruh pemandu bas di hadapan menambah tahap kelajuan bas ekspres yang kita tumpangi itu. Ekspres Tengkorak! Aku yakin, nenek kura² pun anytime boleh gigit kelajuan bas ekspres ni lah.

"Lepas shopping kau nak gi maner pulak?", selar aku tanpa memandang ke arah kawanku. Tersentak dia sekejap.
"Err...kita bukannya nak gi shopping...aku...aku nak gi buat benda lah." jawabnya tersengih-sengih.
"Buat benda apa pulak? Ngko jangan nak ajak aku buat benda merepek-repek..." sebelum aku habis berkata, kawan aku mencelah,
"Taklah. Aku taulah yang kau dah rilek nyer geng. Aku cuma nak kau temankan aku gi buat tattoo jer."

Mak oi! Selambanya bukan main. Macam ajak aku temankan dia pergi beli aiskrim pulak!
"Engkau ni buat kelakar ke buat kurang ajar!?" aku terus tinggikan suara.
"Kalau kurang ajar...meh aku cukupkan mana² bab mak bapak ko tak sempat nak ajar!"
Kawan aku hanya mampu sengih. Huh! Buruk! Sebiji macam kerang busuk!

Aku sebenarnya sedar akan perihal ini agak rumit sikit jika hendak diperbualkan secara terbuka. Maklumlah...orang Melayu...! Namun, aku juga berpendapat sebagai seorang Malay, tak harus juga aku membiarkan subjek bertebu ni dibiarkan sahaja. Kita sebenarnya, banyak kena tipu dengan simpulan² kata dan peribahasa yang tak berfaedah...seperti "Harapkan pagar, pagar makn padi!"
Seumur idop aku belum lagi aku dengar berita pagar makan padi! Kalau betul ada fenomena macam ni, mestilah pagar tu dah lama dok dalam muzium paranormal kat Shah Alam tu.

Tapi tak mengapa. Ni kira part 1 jer. Nanti aku sambung isi blog ni pada masa akan datang. Buat tokoh² Bahasa...janganlah tersinggung membaca ikatan kekata yang kasar dan kurang molek ini. Aku bersengaja demi menepati tema dan citarasa...!