Mat Jan dan Raksasa Gorgon

Gembiranya aku. Esok aku balik ke kampung halaman. Dah dekat 3 bulan aku tak menjejakkan kaki aku ke tanah tumpah darah aku. Dah tiga bulan!! Dan aku cukup tak sabar menanti esok. Sejak pagi tadi aku sudah berdebar. Memang aku begini kalau aku excited, dan hari ini, aku exited nak balik kampung esok! Rasa tak senang duduk kalau aku tak dapat merenung koleksi buku-buku aku dalam bilik di rumah. Rasa tak lengkap kalau aku tak dapat berjalan-jalan ke rumah Mak Su dan Umi (ibu saudaraku paling rapat).
 
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Entry di atas tu aku tulis semalam. Sebelum aku balik kerja. Tapi aku tak publish lagi, so aku post dengan entry aku hari ni.
 
Aku cukup heran ke mana hilangnya list 'kawan-kawan' yang diletakkan oleh layout creator blog aku. Sapa lagi lah layout creator blog aku kalau bukan Mat Jan. Infact, u can see his name being displayed 'Layout oleh: Mat Jan". Ha ha ha.
 
Aku hantar email kat Mat Jan, dia tak reply. Aku pergi kat blog Mat Jan, semua orang complaint dah berhari-hari-hari Mat Jan tak update blog. Ke mana Mat Jan menghilang? Macam-macam teori aku keluarkan akan misteri kehilangan Mat Jan. Ditelan Raksasa Gorgon? Mat Jan terlibat dalam operasi mencari helikopter terhempas? Mat Jan cuti-cuti Malaysia? Mat Jan terlalu sibuk menanam kacang kacang di halaman rumah sempena Kursus Pengangguran Siswazah? Curiosity kills the cat!! Aku terus call Mat Jan...
 
"Tutt..tutt..tutt..tutt..tutt.."
 
Tak ada orang jawab.
Misteri nih. Mat Jan tak angkat telefon? Pelik.
 
Akhirnya ada juga jawapan setelah 3 kali aku cuba tanpa henti. Oh! Mat Jan ada. Dia pergi mandi rupanya and tak dengar telefon berbunyi (andaian aku sendiri). Aku tarik nafas lega. Mat Jan tak kena telan dengan Raksasa Gorgon. Mat Jan pun tak terlibat dalam operasi mencari helikopter terhempas. Mat Jan the layout creator blog aku masih selamat dan tak ke mana-mana. Cuma sibuk blajar  pasal function hp nya yang dia tak sempat nak explore sebab sibuk belajar kat uni dulu.. Nasib baik!
 
SO, itulah al kisah. Misteri kehilangan Mat Jan. Aku dah jadi private investigator dan berjaya kesan Mat Jan.
 
Target dikesan!
 
Over and Out! 

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Kerja

Hidup tak habis-habis dengan kerja. Dan kerja tak henti-henti selagi hidup. Kerja untuk wang dan wang untuk makan. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir, adakah aku makan terlalu banyak sampai aku terpaksa kerja tak berhenti-henti? Atau adakah shopping habit aku keterlaluan sehingga aku terpaksa bekerja setiap masa?
 
Alangkah best nya kalau aku dapat tidur dan berjalan-jalan sepanjang hari tanpa runsing kena bangun pagi dan bersesak-sesak di jalanan untuk pergi kerja. Alangkah bestnya kalau salary aku masuk tiap bulan and my opinions being respected tanpa pergi kerja.
 
Banyak betul aku berkhayal sekarang. Ok, aku kena menghabiskan semula kerja aku yang bertimbun banyak nih.
 

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Kepenatan

Letih.
 
Hanya itu saja yang dapat aku ucapkan sekarang. Petang semalam ke Ipoh seorang diri and check-in  hotel setelah berpusing-pusing dua kali melalui hotel tempat akan menginap. Pagi tadi hanya breakfast 2 keping toast bread dan mango juice. Selepas itu bergegas ke bilik untuk ambik barang dan check out.
 
Aku round satu Ipoh untuk cari kedai nak blueprint plan yang aku bawa dari KL di awal pagi. Hampir jam 10 pagi, aku dah bertanya pada 5 kedai dan semuanya tak ada perkhidmatan fotocopy plan. Kedai terakhir yang aku singgah, pembantu kedai tersebut memberikan cadangan yang cukup bernas.
 
"Saya tak ada kertas sebesar nih. Saya photocopy, cantumkan dan gam boleh tak?"
"Berapa keping nak cantum?"
"Err.. kalau besar nih........... (titik banyak menunjukkan agak lama dia terdiam. Mungkin berfikir)... 8 Keping!!"
"Haaa? Tak payah lah dik"
"Kedai lain tak ada ker yang tak payah cantum dan gam?"
"Ada, tapi jauh. Kena keluar town sikit."
"Terima kasih."
 
Aku ambil plan dan blah.
 
Bergegas ke tapak projek untuk penyerahan semula tapak, dan sekali lagi aku naik angin.
Security Guard tak ada dan gate utama berkunci. OK. Memang salah aku sebab aku keluarkan memo minggu lepas supaya pintu utama dikunci setiap masa. Tapi, aku harapkan pintu dikunci dan guard ADA menjaga - setiap masa.
 
Agak lama aku bunyikan hon kereta, aku teringat segugus kunci yang aku bawa. Cuba satu persatu di bawah panas terik matahari dan frust!! Kesemuanya bukan kunci yang sepatutnya. Tak nampak sesiapa keluar. Sunyi sepi. Penat berfikir, aku ke belakang kereta dan ambil tukul besi dari belakang kereta dan YAAAAAAAAAA... 3 kali ketuk dan mangga terlerai. Aku puas hati.
 
Penyerahan selesai dan aku bergegas ke Casuarina untuk lunch. Untungnya menjadi paymaster, kalau aku lambat, mereka akan tunggu. Ha ha ha. Aku sengaja makan perlahan-lahan. Kemudian drive balik seorang diri ke KL. Singgah di office untuk check and reply emails dan inilah aku sekarang. Ended up menulis blog tentang kepenatan aku.

Penat. Penat menulis dan aku akan tulis lagi esok. Bila tiba masa aku tak penat lagi.

 

  
 

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A Touching Story

Pagi nih aku dapat email from my collegue.
 
Well, i dont usually read lenghty fwdd emails but today one story struck me and would like to share it with others :
 
"A John Harricharan Article"  
 
It was a really hot summer's day many years ago. I was on my way topickup two items at the grocery store. In those days, I was a frequent visitorto the supermarket because there never seemed to be enough money for a wholeweek's food-shopping at once.  
 
You see, my young wife, after a tragic battle with cancer, had died just a few months earlier. There was no insurance -- just many expenses and a mountain of bills. I held a part-time job, which barely generated enough money to feed my two young children. Things were bad -- really bad.   And so it was that day, with a heavy heart and four dollars in my pocket, I was on my way to the supermarket to purchase a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread.
 
The children were hungry and I had to get them something to eat.As I came to a red traffic light, I noticed on my right, a young man, a young woman and a child on the grass next to the road. The blistering noon day sun beat down on them without mercy.   The man held up a cardboard sign, which read, "Will Work for Food".The woman stood next to him. She just stared at the cars stopped at the redlight. The child, probably about two years old, sat on the grass holding a one-armed doll. I noticed all this in the thirty seconds it took for the traffic light to change to green.  
 
I wanted so desperately to give them a few dollars, but if I did that,there wouldn't be enough left to buy the milk and bread. Four dollars will only go so far. As the light changed, I took one last glance at the three of them and sped off feeling both guilty (for not helping them) and sad(because I didn't have enough money to share with them).   As I kept driving, I couldn't get the picture of the three of them out of my mind. The sad, haunting eyes of the young man and his family stayed with me for about a mile. I could take it no longer. I felt their pain and had to do something about it. I turned around and drove back to where I had last seen them.  
 
I pulled up close to them and handed the man two of my four dollars.There were tears in his eyes as he thanked me. I smiled and drove on to the supermarket. Perhaps, both milk and bread would be on sale, I thought. And what if I only got milk alone, or just the bread? Well, it would have to do.  
 
I pulled into the parking lot, still thinking about the whole incident, yet feeling good about what I had done. As I stepped out of the car, my foot slid on something on the pavement. There by my feet, was a twenty dollar bill. I just couldn't believe it. I looked all around, picked it up with awe, went into the store and purchased not only bread and milk, but several other items I desperately needed.  
 
I never forgot that incident. It reminded me that the universe was strange and mysterious. It confirmed my belief that you could never outgive the universe. I gave away two dollars and got twenty in return. On my way back from the supermarket, I drove by the hungry family and shared five additional dollars with them.   This incident is only one of many that have occurred in my life. It seems that the more we give, the more we get. It is, perhaps, one of those universal laws that say, "If you want to receive, you must first give".  
 
There is a little rhyme that goes like this:  "A man there was, and they called him mad,  The more he gave, the more he had."   Most times, we think that we don't have anything to give. Yet, if we look more closely, we'll see that even the little we have could be shared with others.
 
Let us not wait for a time when we think we'll have lots and then we'll give. By giving and sharing the little we have, we open up the store house of the universe and permit rivers of good to come our way.   Don't take my word for it. Just honestly try to give and you'll be surprised at the results.
 
Generally, the returns do not come back from those we give to. It comes back from sources we could hardly imagine. So give your way to riches.   Take a chance on this universal principle. Take a chance on yourself. Universal principles always work. Sometimes the return from giving happens very quickly as in the true story above. Other times, it takes much longer. But be assured of this: Give and you will receive -- and you'll receive lots more than you ever gave.  
 
And when you give, don't do it with a heart of fear, but with a heart full of gratitude. You will be amazed at how it all works out. Open the gates of affluence in your life by giving a bit of what you have to those inneed .Asthe great Teacher said, "Give and It will be given unto you." Try it.You'll like it."
 
Well, as for me since kecik aku dah diajar that you shouldn't take things that is not yours. And aku tak rasa the person dalam that story tu should pick up the twenty dollar note that he found because the owner might come back to search for his money. And the owner might need the money as bad as him.
 
But thinking of the positive side of the story, it potrays the power of giving. There is much that you can get in return if u are willing to give to others with an open and sincere heart. I found the story is very much touching though. And it reminds me to keep on giving as you wouldn't expect what will come to u in return.
 
 

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MimPi giGi

Tah kenapa sekarang tidur aku sudah tak bermimpi lagi. Adakah kerana aku terlalu penat bekerja atau stock mimpi aku dah habis dipertontonkan dalam mimpi aku? Tunggu new production siap, mungkin. Entahlah. Selalunya pagi-pagi memang hobi aku untuk mengingat balik apa yang aku mimpi kan malam sebelumnya sambil-sambil aku gosok gig. Err, dalam kata lain aku khayalkan tentang mimpi aku lah. Tapi sekarang puas aku cuba fikirkan KE MANA HILANGNYA MIMPI AKU?

Tak lengkap sessi berus gigi ku tanpa mimpi. Terasa berus gigi macam berus dawai.

Hidup tanpa mimpi umpama hidup tanpa gigi…

# Marilyn | Permalink |

Labah-labah man

Semalam aku berjaga sampai pukul 5 pagi semata-mata nak tengok cerita dalam cd-cd yang aku baru beli. Frust betul aku dengan Spiderman. Maybe akan ada orang comment best tapi bagi aku, menonton Spiderman sama macam menonton cerita thriller action tahun 90an. Terasa bagai menonton semula Robocop dan Terminator. Bezanya, Robocop dan Terminator punyai ‘feel’ thrill dan action yang lebih baik. Aku mengharapkan kualiti arahan dan suntingan spiderman yang lebih baik setelah agak lama public tidak dipertontonkan dengan filem-filem SuperHero macam Superman, Bionic Woman, Superboy, Iceman, Flashman etc. Aku rasa, berbanding SmallVille, mutu SmallVille adalah lebih baik.

Tiga suku cd pertama hanya mempertontonkan Spiderman menjalankan tugas-tugas ‘biasa’nya mempertahankan keamanan Bandar. Selamatkan budak dari dilanggar lori (adegan yang biasa dilihat dalam mana-mana filem Superhero), kejar perompak, etc. Agak lambat untuk ‘rival’ sebenar Spiderman muncul. Hampir penghujung cd pertama barulah watak jahat muncul dan cerita nak menghapuskan Prof Octopus bermula. Waktu itu, aku dah hampir terlelap atas kerusi. Dan agak lawak menonton kehadiran Prof Octopus dalam keadaan dunia masa kini. Aku kurang boleh menerima ‘figure’ Prof Octopus yang direka untuk cerita Spiderman kali ini. Agak ketinggalan zaman dan tak masuk akal. Kalau untuk tontonan zaman 80an atau 90an boleh diterima tapi tidak untuk tahun 2000.

Mutu grafik pula agak lemah. Nampak tak real. Tidak seperti Superman, walaupun kita tahu mana mungkin manusia terbang tapi sejak kecil kita difahamkan dengan kenyataan bahawa hanya manusia bernama Superman yang pakai spender merah di luar boleh terbang. Spiderman pula memanjat dan bergayut dengan web nya. Tapi kalau kebergayutan yang keterlaluan sampai tak boleh nak detect punya ‘web’ disangkut di mana, otak aku pada zaman sekarang nih kurang boleh menerima scenario itu. Senang cerita, grafik memang nampak sangat tak real. Dan camera trick mereka tak nampak real langsung.

Kiranya daripada 5 bintang untuk cerita Spiderman ini bagi aku (aku maksudkan bagi aku sorang), aku hanya dapat rank kan 3 BINTANG saja!!!

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