tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20630521645946427122024-02-07T22:14:44.771+08:00An Insomniac's DreamWhere fantasy and reality are the same thing.Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-18553520980527560992012-11-12T22:45:00.000+08:002012-11-12T22:45:03.816+08:00Learning to Shut UpSalam 'Alaikum,<br />
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My mouth is a strange creature. It is a mostly silent one, especially during the holidays, when it rarely speak more than necessary words to both parents and siblings. It is a dormant volcano waiting for the right impulses to erupt. And when it did, oh boy, it's hard to plug it.<br />
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It will erupt once my mouth is around comfortable faces and voices. My confidence barometer will rise up until the hand inside it will swerve way past the acceptable limit. My mouth will talk and talk and talk and talk until every other voices are silenced by it. Conversations will evolve into a one-way speech. My audiences, once active with enjoyment, now become docile listeners hanging to every words of my lips. Or do they? Perhaps they just keep quiet out of respect. Or maybe out of pity? Seeing how this boy is so lonely cooped up in his house that, once he got company to talk to, he became a merciless talking machine. He longed for some company, they thought, why not let 'im talk?<br />
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Sometimes there are moments, when I talk with confidence, I will think of myself of some kind of brilliant talker. I will use metaphors, allusions, hints, fantastic tales, hyperboles and every other literary techniques ever known by man just to illustrate a simple point. Those who are close to me will get the meaning of what I said, but most of the time, I'd leave a trail of dazzled and confused listeners not knowing of what the hell I'm talking about. In the end, a simple speech of mine became some kind of a puzzle with lots of interpretation and answers.<br />
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There are moments when my mouth chose to remain shut. This will likely to occur when I'm around people I'm not comfortable with. In other words, people who I can't share my world with. It is during these times of spending with this kind of people that I spend my time shutting my mouth and observe. I let the other person talk. If he doesn't care that I remain mute, the better it is for me. This may made me look like a stupid person. And that fellow talking may even think that I'm dumb. I don't care what he thinks. I don't live and breath on people's, especially strangers', impression. I'm not the kind of a guy who seeks attention.<br />
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Choosing to remain silent gave me a better opportunity to be more observant. Nothing is clearer than when you shut your own voice to tune in with the world's. Perhaps that's what I should do with everybody, not just people I'm not close to. Shut up listen to all the voices around me. I want to be a faithful listener that every talker in the world dreamed of; the man who would be trusted to listen to anything without spilling them out someplace somewhere; a Swiss bank for all the stories that are waiting out there to be told of.<br />
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It's gonna be hard, but I'll try.<br />
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<br />Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-61803149126949332142012-11-10T22:35:00.000+08:002012-11-10T22:40:09.482+08:00Kisah Basah di Dalam TerowongSalam 'Alaik,<br />
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<i>Amaran: Pertama sekali, sebelum membaca entri ini, sesiapa yang tengah makan, minum atau apa-apa yang sekufu dengannya silalah berhenti berbuat demikian. Kepada mereka yang hipersensitif, yakni alah-kekotoran, bacalah bahan-bahan bacaan yang lebih bermanfaat, seperti entri-entri di lama misalnya..</i><br />
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Tempat: Terowong rambang berhampiran Taman Tasik Perdana.<br />
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Masa: Jam 5-6 ptg.<br />
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Hujan. Guruh. Petir. Ketiga-tiga pendekar alam ini bersatu berdansa dalam pesta badai. Sang Penulis tengah berteduh di bawah terowong jambatan, membaca buku (seperti biasa, mamat ni nak wat apa lagi?) sambil menuggu hujan reda.<br />
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Badannya basah, kerana meredah badai yang disangka pada awalnya gerimis. Kesejukan yang memeluk segala tisu dan otot pasti akan merangsang tubuh badan mengeluarkan liquid yang terkandung dalam empangan peribadi dalam proses meningkatkan suhu badan.<br />
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Di jalan raya bersebelahan, menghala ke arah kota raya, kereta-kereta terperangkap dalam sangkar trafik. Pastinya suhu yang rendah bakal mencabar <i>sphincter muscle </i>para motoris. Mereka harus berjuang dalam suatu pertempuran purba yang lazim dihadapi manusia murba: menahan kencing.<br />
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Sedang Sang Penulis menatapi bukunya, muncul seorang lelaki berbadan gendut berbaju putih; uniform drebar teksi. Mukanya citra resah gelisah. Matanya yang terkejut menyapa mataku yang terkedu. <i>Apakah gerangan dia berada di sini? </i>Kedua-dua hati bertanya pada diri sendiri.<br />
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Sang Drebar Teksi membuka bicara: "Dik, nak buang air dik."<br />
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Sang Penulis: "Uh....huhh." (lima harakat)<br />
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Sang Penulis bingkas bangun dari duduk silanya. Matanya cuba menghayati setiap aksara dalam kitab, tapi gagal.<br />
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Sang Drebar Teksi meneruskan urusannya.<br />
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Detik awkward paling lama di dunia.<br />
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Setelah selesai melaksanakan tanggungjawab, Sang Drebar Teksi kembali ke keretanya. Ia telah diparkir di tengah jalan raya, menghalang laluan trafik. Tapi apakah daya, dia telah tewas dalam pertarungannya. Kesian.<br />
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Hujan yang lebat ini sememangnya hujan rahmat. Rezeki diturunkan, lebih-lebih lagi untuk spesis Drebar Teksi. Maklumlah ramai yang terperangkap dalam hujan seperti Sang Penulis, tapi mereka tak sedegilnya untuk berbelanja menggemukkan kocek pemandu teksi.<br />
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Sang Drebar Teksi hilang mencari rezeki di muka bumi.<br />
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Sang Penulis masih berada di dalam terowong mengharapkan hujan reda. Isyarat elektrik dari empangan telahpun ditransmit kepada otaknya supaya mencari tandas terdekat. Tapi pesta badai masih belum sampai ke penghujungnya...<br />
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<br />Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-66499934916718612232012-07-06T18:58:00.001+08:002012-07-06T19:17:42.855+08:00BLOG RESURRECTED<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Fffuuhh..Fffuuhh..Achoo! Looks like I’ve got a
dusty blog here. It’s been ages since I myself last open my own blog, more so
gather up the energy to make my lazy, procrastinating self to update it. But
here are Boredom and Inspiration coming together like long lost friends
crashing at my home to keep me company. And I think they’re going to stay for a
very long time…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Since I wrote that
cute, oddball haiku early this year, many equally oddball happenings have been
thrown upon me. I’ve gathered enough materials for a novel that could earn me
big bucks, but let’s not talk about them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Instead, let’s talk
about the last three weeks of my life (SO FAR…), in which I’ve been zigzagging
across the peninsular in an almost Brownian motion. No, I’ve not been embarking
on a road trip in a physical sense (although the trip to Tioman closely resembles
one), but more on a spiritual and emotional level. I’ve learned more about life
and death and the Islamic way of life than 13 years of structured education
could ever teach me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In those 3 weeks, I
spent 2 of them in Pondok Baitu Qura’ (BQ) in Sg. Udang, Melaka. The remaining
week was spent in the southern metropolis of Johor Bahru and the beautiful
island called Tioman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In retrospect, I like
to think that my 2 weeks at BQ was more like a boot camp to train me on how to
combat my greatest enemy: nafsu. The third week was the battlezone; a test of
my ability to fight my nafsu. O Allah, nafsu is certainly a determined enemy
who fought (and still fighting) single-mindedly to ensure my spiritual
destruction. Of course, I do not emerge from the fight unscathed. I became a
casualty as I was defeated many instances in the third week. But,
Alhamdulillah, I’m still yet undefeated on the strategic scale. The whole war
is still waging at time of writing, but rest assured, my Anti-Nafsu Army is
still fighting valiantly on the frontline, thanks to the reinforcements called
Knowledge and Faith from two weeks of learning at BQ, along with the help of
Allah S.W.T..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I prefer to think of
my last three weeks (again, SO FAR…) as being one of the greatest adventures of
my life. I’m going to tell you about them. But not now. It’s going to be very
long if I’m ever going to write about them. The next entries are going to be
installed in parts, along with a few photos to keep your eyes from being too
watery after reading too many words at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are now living in a world where dry texts alone won’t matter. We need images to
keep our attention glued to whatever that’s being presented. That’s why books
are dying. But that’ll be another entry for another day.</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">So here’s a picture for you:</span></span></div>
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me more time and ability to write more. Until we meet again. Wasallam</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">.</span></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-2654908008598440032012-03-12T20:25:00.003+08:002018-09-13T15:35:37.519+08:00Anak-anak Kebosanan<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dengan mata yang tulus<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dari hati yang kudus.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">akan pentingnya seni ini.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Pretentious? Stuck-up? Worst poems ya ever read in your entire life? Feel free to comment!<br />
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Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-78715573617160222752011-12-26T18:31:00.002+08:002011-12-26T18:58:02.896+08:00Haikus for the HolidaysAssalamualaikum<br />
<br />
Shafiq's on 9GAG<br />
his soul sucked into the web<br />
it's not coming back...<br />
<br />
Christmas is over<br />
New Year is round the corner<br />
Time, Y U NO WAIT?<br />
<br />
Walking to KL<br />
Working in the Zoo<br />
Wondering 'bout life<br />
<br />
The haikus above<br />
Is written out of his love<br />
for the holidays<br />
<br />
Thank you for wasting<br />
your time reading these wasted<br />
words from a wasted man<br />
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P/S: Haiku is a form of poetry originated from Japan. It usually consisted of 3 lines with 5-7-5 syllables in each line. Try to find where among these haikus that I've broken this rule.<br />
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Wasallam.Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-3310513479772245962011-12-14T23:08:00.002+08:002011-12-14T23:21:58.049+08:002 DAYS AT THE ZOO<a href="http://kumbangterbang.blogspot.com/2011/12/cari-rezeki.html">On the same topic by Anas</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Gambar di atas adalah gambar hiasan. Taraf kefunctionannya adalah sama seperti taraf kefunctionan topic function Maths dalam kehidupan seorang guru Bahasa Inggeris.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">9.00 a.m. My phone rang. It woke me up from
deep slumber. The first thing I saw in the morning is Aiman’s large mountain of
flesh lying next to me (nothing homosexual here), snoring like Snolax. Not a
pleasant sight. And the number that calls me is not pleasant number either; no
names, only numbers. Very impersonal. I answered it, in a voice similar to a
man with a hangover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wha?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Shafiq ke ni?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My Islamic name. I
answered yez. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It turns out to be
Puan Maria from the Zoo Negara, the Head Ticketing Officer. She wanted me to
come to the zoo, 10 miles away, ASAP, because she needs an extra hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m on my way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I woke Aiman up,
took my bath and get dressed. I forced him to do the same for I need a taxi
driver to take me all the way to the zoo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was 9. The zoo
opens daily at 830. Why hadn’t they called earlier? It was Sunday, and sure
enough, by the time I came, the crowd is thicker than the crowd of underaged
teenage girls in a Justin Bieber concert. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was a blessing
to have Aiman sleepover at my house. The night before he had some business to
attend to in KL and he needed a place to crash in for the night. I offered
mine. He took it. And that’s how he came to sleep beside me, like a bunch of
dudes after a night fueled by alcohol and girls and drugs and anything that
provides news materials (and rezeki) to the staffs of Harian Metro.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Aiman, Good Guy
Aiman, drove me all the way to the zoo and dropped me at the entrance. I felt
like some kind of paratrooper air-dropped into an intense warzone. A novice,
for I never feel the heat of the battle. From far away, I can see the throngs
of people lining at the ticket counter. It’s a bloody battle out there. They
need reinforcements. Here I come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">Less than a week
ago, Anas, Daus and I walked into the zoo expecting to be interviewed, or at
least fill in a form.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Anas sez that the
zoo’s offering part-time jobs where we could earn RM30 daily. Sounds good for
Anas and Me. We’re so desperate for money that I felt, if somebody offers us a
good sum, we would be contract killers. I’m not so sure about Daus, though, who
lives on a bungalow on a hill in a neighborhood that seems to Beverly Hill’s
Malaysian cousin. But somehow I conned him to join us anyway. He tagged along
for the interview.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But there wasn’t
any interview. Nor any forms. Pn Maria, the one in charge, just gave us 3
pieces of paper (‘the forms’) and told us to fill in several details. We’re
full, she sez, and you’re lucky, we’ll call one of you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We walked to Daus’
house. I wondered aloud that we came this far, wearing shoes and collared
shirts, (and for my case, learning Zoo Negara’s history) just to be told that we’re going to be picked
by blood lottery? Daus patted me in the back. Grinning. Of course, if anything,
he’s going to get it. The Zoo to Daus is like Fu Tong Tong to KMS. If Pn.Maria
had any sense, she’ll call him first. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Anas hollered, all
the way to Selayang, of how poor he is and how desperate he need the job. He
began to get fatalistic on our chances of working with the Zoo. Actually I
began to feel sorry for him, as his mother is suffering from a cancer. He didn’t
want to depend on his family anymore for cash supply. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Yet, his cash
reserve is depleting, causing him to stop lomoing for a while. Same with me
amigo, same with me…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now it was packed.
I lost my way finding the entrance. After being roughly briefed by Pn. Maria of
what I am going to do, I lost my way finding the exit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I finally reached
ground zero. This is where all the action is. My job? Approach a customer, asks
him/her of how many adults, children, senior citizens, anyone born in ’61, and <i>Abang/Akak nak masuk Taman Rama-rama tak?</i> After taking the orders, I am to give him/her/undetermined
the slip containing the numbers, and tell him/her/undetermined to present all
of their MyKads at the ticketing counter. Simple job. Not rocket science. Not
even English Literature. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Yet, I’m slow
during my first hour of working, earning the wrath of my Sarawakian colleague
named Rachel aka Y. I kept forgetting asking several questions. But I never
made any mistake on my figures. So, all in all, not a single customer under me
complained that he/she/unknown got the wrong number of tickets. Yeah, I maybe
slow, but I never did any major screw up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Just after one
hour I finally captured the rhythm of the job. I moved fast. Pushed by
adrenaline, I began attacking more visitors than my veteran colleagues (who are
all school-children, been working in the zoo for years, and have their Mums
behind the counter…). I began to love my job because it’s so simple. And people
are responsive to you. They won’t ignore you like you’re some damned Broadband
sales promoter, or some retarded child asking money for their Foundation of
Mental Retards. They’re going to the zoo. They know that they’ve got to respond
to me if they want to get in. They’ve got to give their figures right or else
there’ll be trouble if they want to enter. I felt like I’m holding some kind of
power over them. <i>Pass me</i>, I seemed to
say, <i>or else!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In general, there
are several types of customers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Malay families
are generally fat, well-to-do, comes from faraway and always come in large
numbers (The Malays is a fertile race…). But they’re the easiest to handle. There’s
no language barriers. It’s easy to strike up conversation with them. They’re
friendly, and responsive as hell. Difficulty level: Recruit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Chinese,
meanwhile, seems to me the kind that speaks broken Malay (and cannot speak
English at all), not the type of urban and urbane Chinese that normally find in
Bangsar or the Curve. More like the ones from Kepong, Selayang, or a forsaken
place like Sekinchan. But they’re okay. You just have to explain longer on why the
ticket with <i>Taman Rama-Rama</i> has
higher prices than those with no <i>Taman Rama-Rama.</i> That’s all. Difficulty
level: Regular.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Indians are
divided into two. Those who looked educated and those who don’t. For the
former, talk English with them and everything will be fine. For the latter, it’ll
be harder for they looked at you like you’re some kind of Malay bigot who’s
somehow, in some subtle manner, trying to discriminate them. They talked rough,
as if that if we’re asking them to show their MyKads indicates that we’re still
not convinced that they’re Malaysians. Can’t blame them 100% though, for who
knows how many kelings they’ve got to hear before they come here. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Difficulty level?
Veteran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Arabs. They’re
either very polite or suffered from disease that makes them allergic to good
manners. For those who are kurang ajar, they talked rough: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t
understand.” one of them sez with a murderous look towards you. "Why?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Me: ‘Blablablablabla…bla..bla..farasha….haiwana…blabla!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t
understand.Why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Blabla..foreigner
RM30…local RM20…blablabla..farasha RM35…blabla..no Farasha, Haiwana only RM30.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t
understand. Why?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">They seemed to be
mad at you for not speaking their language. As if they expected, upon arrival
in Malaysia, to come to an Arab satellite state where everyone speaks Arab like
they speak English. They also seemed to be angry that they’re charged higher
than locals, sometime demanding explanation when they can’t even understand our
explanation in English. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In the end, for
most of them, I just counted the number of adults/children/old people they have
in one group, and gave them the slip. No need to speak anything to them. But
how I wished I hadn’t skip my Arab lessons in my sekolah agama time sekolah
rendah (for the ustazah was one hell of a bore, and Arab periods during Sekolah
Agama always means Pendidikan Jasmani period sebab selalu main Sofball kat
belakang sekolah). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Difficulty level:
Hardcore..No..Asians…No…Arabs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(But they are very
nice Arabs though. Even if they don’t speak well, they keep saying thank you
for every word you say. Makes your feel that there’s hope yet for humanity..)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Negroes, for
me, is not that hard. They’re U students mostly, and they’re fluent in English.
Speak English, and not be intimidated by their size…and (I’m going to hell for
this) color, everything will be smooth sailing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When it’s time to
close, memang best halau orang. We’ll approach them, then ask them if they
really.. REALLY…want to go inside, since it’s 4 o’clock, and you won’t have
much time left, not worth the money, blablabla…Most of the time, they’ll turn
away, their kids screaming (Diam, abang ni kata zoo nak tutup!!/Shhh…Nanti
abang ni marah!! -_-“).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But there’s one
sad part, when there’s an old Granny coming to the zoo at 430. I told her that
the zoo’s closing but she still insisted on coming in, saying that she already
promised her ‘Susan’ to go to the zoo. She kept searching her handbag for Susan’s
voucher, not giving up. She finally relented when she saw that the counters are
closed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ll never know
when I can bring Susan here again.” said the Granny with a heavy voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She walked away
slowly. Hearing her saying that gave me the image of a dying Granny, (or a
dying grandchild with cancer, or both) has promised each other to spend their
last day on earth to visit the zoo. Thoughts like this can make you choke up
and break the hearts even those with hearts made of granite. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">By now, you
faithful readers, (or the unfaithful readers, if you skip to the last part)
will feel that this blog entry is tl;dr. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Well I can’t help
it. I’m a fast writer but a bad editor. There’s tons of stuff left in my
memories that I want to write about that didn’t make it into my keypad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Writing is like
running. You write fast and brilliantly at first because you still possessed
the energy, but nearing the end, you tend to get lazy and began to take short
cuts or slow down to allow your lungs to catch your breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In fact, aku rasa
macam dah pancit sekarang. So baik berenti.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Eras Medium ITC', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">P/S: Sebenarnya
semua orang dapat kerja. Cuma hari kita nanti berlainan. Tak akan dapat buat
clique KMS. Tapi, syukur Alhamdulillah semua dapat rezeki.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-60490175038581194642011-10-26T20:36:00.002+08:002011-10-27T18:00:27.181+08:00ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE IN KOLEJ MARA SEREMBAN PART 2<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2011/229/9/5/zombie_doraemon_by_underfriki-d46vvvt.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2011/229/9/5/zombie_doraemon_by_underfriki-d46vvvt.png" width="226" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wha?” sez Zaman, “What happened next?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“What happen what?” sez Shafiq, disheveled and demoralized from a day of negotiating with murderous students who complaint about the magazine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“The zombie story<i>. Citer tergantung</i>.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“In the end, they all got eaten by the zombies. <i>Sekian terima kasih</i>.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Shafiq went out from his room, checking each corner in case the IB students sent assassins to take him out. Their class photos were printed in black and white. This caused some of them to feel that there was a conspiracy against them; an Illuminati-like force behind the editorial board out to wipe out their course from the face of the (KMS) earth. They were paranoid. And because they were paranoid this caused Shafiq to become paranoid too. His nerves jumped every moment he saw the black and orange shirt the IB students were wearing. <i>Maybe I ought to wear a Kevlar body suit</i>, thought him, <i>or hire bodyguards.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then Shafiq met Liwauddin Lujaini, the lone psychopath who loved to smirk instead of smile when he greeted others. Wau was Shafiq’s third classmate, the other being Abu Dzar, whose looks could attract the longing gaze of the students of the Aisyah block but apparently never had a girlfriend. Shafiq suspected that Wau’s gay. A homo and a psychopath; a sperm-and-ovum-like combination that could produce the embryo of a serial killer. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hello.” smirked Wau, “Heard you’ve a rough day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah, got a lot of PR duty to do. Got lots of apologies to do. Got to douse some burning letters – ”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah. The way you handle the magazine, millions will die if they put you in charge of a nuclear reactor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Great, asshole. You’re a fine pal. I like you”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I speak the truth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Only when it hurts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“But the way you handle the damage, you could work as a PR in nuclear energy companies. You know, in case millions do die in a disaster, you could apologize, take the flak and pay compensation. Or maybe be like the Japanese; commit <i>seppuku.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“That a compliment?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m an interpretivist, baby. Interpret it the way you like. There’s room for your own interpretation.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Bajet ah, gay jambu.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Finished socio?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Running out of point to talk? Not yet. Will do it tonight. At somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will know who am I.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You don’t have to worry bout that.” sez Wau, “You’re not famous enough. You know what they say about the fucked up magazine. They kept asking the name of the editor. And when I said your name, they said ‘Shafiq who?’.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m a male TESLian. Ain’t that enough to make me famous?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh no. With me and Abu Dzar, we’re like two stars that eclipse you, the mere moon. We’re hot, you’re not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Fakof.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Peace be bless upon you too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And they parted ways. Shafiq to Aminuddin where he’ll be having a heart-to-heart session with his close friends, and Wau, who never had any close friends, to the library so that he can indulge himself in a delirium of book reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As Wau walked across the futsal court, he could sense that thousands of eyes were gazing at him longingly from the Aisyah block. The girls were eyeing him with the intensity of snipers. He wondered of how many enemies he can make from the members of the opposite sex if he showed them the finger in the general direction of their block.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He was whistling the choral part of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, praising the beauty of the day when he smelt something’s burning. <i>What kind of fogging are they doing now?</i> he thought. It was at the porch of the koop that he realized that the burning originates from behind the Aisyah block. He peeked behind and saw that a group of AUSMAT students were burning the magazines en masse, like Hitler and his Nazi party did on banned books before the Second World War.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yo,” he called out, “Don’t you know that it’s wrong to burn books.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“We’re not burning books. We’re burning crap, that’s what.” one of them replied, tending the fire with a stick. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“The IB is in black and white. And we, AUSMAT students, have no pictures at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t you know,” sez Wau with a philosophical air, “that you guys ought to be proud.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Because the magazine, as you say, is crap. And because your photos are not in it, so the good name of the AUSMAT course has not been stained by that crap. You guys are lucky.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Before they could say anything, Wau went on with his journey to the library, picking up a copy of the magazine that the AUSMAT students have accidentally dropped in their frenzy of mag burning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He opened the magazine, which has a beautiful cover design with sheety contents. He tsked-tsked as he went on through the pages until he came upon a story entitled ‘A Zombie Apocalypse in KMS.’ written by none other than his best fiend Mohammad Shafiq Razak. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(By this time, YOU, the reader, will finally say “HAH, BARU NAK CITER PASAL ZOMBIE. APSAL PANJANG SANGAT INTRO!?” Sabar jelah kawan. Nak starting kena panaskan enjin dulu. Kalau tak pancit. Kering takde idea nanti kang.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">t wasn’t a literary masterpiece, but strangely Liwauddin Lujaini found himself liking the story and wished it hadn’t ended like that. Probably the anger that stem out from the college community was mainly because of the photos. But, Wau thought, can they appreciate the beauty of the written words instead of focusing on the visual and the concrete. The art of the written words is a dying business, like </span><i style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">wayang kulit…. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">and every shop that MARA opened.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It wasn’t to say that the story is one hell of work that can salvage the condemned magazine (it was the graphics that sprayed perfume onto the dung), but people are so obsessed with visuals that they couldn’t take a bloody minute to read one simple story. Nobody ever complaint about the works featured because no one read them, or give a damn. Wau sighed about this malady that afflicts the humanity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(READER: WOI, CEPATLAH SIKIT. MANA ZOMBIENYA?)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(PENULIS: SABOLAH WEI!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="border-bottom: double windowtext 2.25pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: double windowtext 2.25pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As he read on the story his mind began composing the continuation story of the zombies. Much as they disliked each other, Wau and Shafiq shared one common love: the love of literature. They scoured books for literary inspiration and debated with each other on who’s the better writer; Hemingway or Faulkner? Usmang Awang or A. Samad Said? Stephen King or Dan Brown? Sophie Kinsella or Meg Cabot? Anasxganas or Alimkusing? Despite their mutual hatred, they shared a sort of everlasting literary bond, like Siamese twins that have been separated. Automatically, as Wau finished reading the story, he silently wrote in his heart: <i>When the dusk dawned on Kolej Mara Seremban six hours later…<o:p></o:p></i></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When the dusk dawned on Kolej Mara Seremban six hours later, Aizat was clutching the bloodied laptop that he used when he brained one of the zombies that attacked him. The zombie belonged to the former body of Shafiq, that fat TESL boy, who attacked him when he was playing Left4Dead. The zombie’s dead, for sure. But he wasn’t sure of how long can he survive. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He heard many screams and cries in the night while he hid under his bed. The death cries of those who were being eaten, or being transformed into zombies, he wasn’t sure. He hoped that it was just a nightmare or at least a hallucination induced by countless hours of playing video games. It wasn’t. Reality bites back, literally, until you got torn to pieces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Aizat knew he couldn’t hide under the bed forever. He must seek for help and find other survivors, so they could band up together to fight their way through the hordes of the living dead. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then he heard the ground vibrating. Someone’s coming; possibly a large-sized zombie which weighed like him, only if he can be multiplied three times. Aizat imagined with horror if it was the zombiefied version of Aswad, Ise or God-help-him, Bob, coming to get him. His skinny frame stood no chance It will be like San Marino vs Argentina. Even with Shafiq he had a hard time, although the zombiefied Shafiq was too damn slow and stupid and retard-like to do any tangible harm. (<i>Remember, it’s Wau writing this)</i> But if Ise or Aswad, man they are fast! And large! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Aizat then saw two feet standing beside his bed. From their size, indeed the zombie was larger than him (of course, who isn’t?). <i>Time for kamikaze,</i> Aizat thought, <i>either I died fighting and then being eaten, or I died crapping myself and then being eaten. Or maybe I should crap myself, then the zombie, if it is picky, won’t eat me. Or..”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The ‘zombie’ lifted up the bed. Aizat nearly crapped himself, but adrenaline dictated him to fight back. He used his bloodied laptop by hitting it on the stomach, but with no effect, for the zombie was fat and has an extra flesh on its abdomen. Aizat, unperturbed and hoping for a glorious and holy death, gave a loud screaming that sounded like a <i>takbir</i> when the ‘zombie’ called out in a familiar voice:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Sial! Ni akulah mangkuk!” (Translated literally: Bad luck! It’s me, bowl!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was Bob. For the first time in his life, Aizat felt like hugging him with all the love one can have for a man minus the homoeroticism. He never imagined that this would happen, but it happened. From afar, the sight of those two scared souls hugging each other looked like a little boy hugging his humongous, mutant teddy bear. And, oh, you can imagine there’s some kind of instrumental music playing in the background. Gives the right atmosphere, ya know?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After they disengaged themselves after several minutes of interlocking with each other, they discovered that they were in the epicenter of a group of zombies. Apparently, the moment of sweetness have been too cute that they actually paused themselves from eating them. One of them puked. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aw shucks.” sez Aizat.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Fat chance of us escaping.” Bob sez.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Fat chance of you escaping. “</span></i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Well, I guess I run faster than you. Remember the Wordlord? Of how I managed to win our team’s turn by being the fastest runner ever?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“We were in different teams. And the only thing that I remembered is that my team won.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Whatever, here’s the deal. I run and become the bait -be a hero and save the day while you can take your time strolling down the corridor call for help, if you feel that’s important. If you’re not in a hurry, stop for a coffee break.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“We’re about to die and you still try to be funny.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Okay, get set-“ he leapt and gave one of those monsters a roundhouse kick to the face. Patches of its skin stuck to his feet, like algae. Despite the grossness of it all, he ran like a madman. One who watched him running from afar, barefoot and barechested, would’ve thought that a toyol was rampaging the college, and not zombies. And to respect the late great Sudirman and as an attempt at comedy, we will play this classic:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Toyol, dia datang padaku berlari-lari<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tolong, kemanaku kan pergi<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Toyol, kenapa pula aku yang kau cari<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tolong, rupanya hodoh wow.. wow.. wow.. wow<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Indeed, he did look like a toyol.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Along the way he encountered many half-eaten corpses who were the victims of the zombie outbreak. Those who were bitten but not eaten joined the ranks of the living dead. Aizat ran and ran and ran until he was at the Gate B. He outran the zombies. And so did Bob, who was standing at the gate, not panting at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“How the hell you can run faster than me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“If Allah permits me to, then I can.” Bob sez with an air of religious authority. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Now we got to know the extent of this epidemic. Let’s see whether it affects only our college or the whole damned world.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The strolled downhill along Jalan Aminuddin Baki. They noticed that the Fu Tong Tong’s gate was left opened. They don’t like it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hopefully Allah will permit us to run faster this time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Allah knows best.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And an Alsatian dog sprinted out from the house; Zombiefied. Again, they ran. (The author wishes to apologize for overusing the word run/zombiefied due to his limited vocabulary.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Liwauddin Lujaini encountered the writer’s block. <i>Damn,</i> he thought, <i>I don’t know what’s going to happen next.</i> It’s like stumbling into a wall and you don’t know how to move around it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Wau felt a nudge in his ribs. He realized that it was the Pak Guard who looked like Lee Marvin who poked him with his baton. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You okay?” but he spoke those words in an accent that seems to be in a mixture of Negeri Sembilan with a touch of Javanese spoken from the mouth of a stroke patient.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wha?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The guard spoke again. He might as well talk to him in Eskimo, for it was 10 hours later in the night when Wau finally understands what the hell the guard was saying. He had been wandering from Gate A to Gate B many times like a madman all the time while he was in the state of trance making up the story. He was never conscious of the world. He never even noticed the rain that soaked him, which gave him the appearance of a wet mongrel dog. He had abandoned reality in favor of fantasy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 4.5pt; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Damn,</span></i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> he thought,<i> passion turns everyone into a zombie.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-83190947774069161052011-10-24T21:20:00.000+08:002011-10-24T21:20:49.022+08:00Hujan Salju<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-6hg0bNdDBB3-AahFkHU8wYOu0ZlxNpZkr1SHbafDOpo4B_2Zh9W8pQlyt4oL-_kEkeIAGc3IWg9hEfGuquj7zzAQHnMhkxoErnn7KR2GAZ9zQV-yeVJwPZkStRDShHwHMFtO9VNnmGu/s1600/hujan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-6hg0bNdDBB3-AahFkHU8wYOu0ZlxNpZkr1SHbafDOpo4B_2Zh9W8pQlyt4oL-_kEkeIAGc3IWg9hEfGuquj7zzAQHnMhkxoErnn7KR2GAZ9zQV-yeVJwPZkStRDShHwHMFtO9VNnmGu/s320/hujan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Selama lima bulan blog ini dalam keadaan inertia, macam-macam berlaku. AS results, IELTS results, pergaduhan, kematian, krisis Kaleidoskop yang skop kemarahannya merintasi batch, cinta aku dengan dunia lomo yang makin pudar, ibarat suami isteri yang dah terlalu lama berkahwin sehingga mereka bosan antara satu sama lain (atau suami isteri yang kantoi khalwat, dipaksa nikah, lepas tu sedar yang mereka tidak menyintai satu sama lain.). Pendek kata seluruh spektrum kehidupan telah aku merasai sepanjang 5 bulan ini. Nak aku tulis pasal tu sumua? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Maleh den. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Sebaliknya Si Penulis nak tulis pasal cintaku dengan dunia sastera Melayu, di mana titik permulaannya berasal daripada pelangganannya kepada majalah-majalah Dewan Sastera zaman sekolah menengah rendah. Masa Form One, aku bajet intektual. Orang baca Kreko, aku baca Muhammad Haji Salleh. Orang baca sinopsis Sehijau Warna Daun, aku bantai baca Bukit Kepong. Kanang anak Langkau beserta Di Hadapan Pulau semua aku dah khatam sebelum habis Form One. Majalah Dewan Sastera, tiap bulan aku beli. Tengok balik koleksi Dewan Sastera aku, dah setebal dua tiga buku telefon dah. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Malah, setiap minggu aku yang memang anti-UMN—eh, anti-establishment sejak dari azali lagi sanggup beli surat khabar Mingguan Malaysia atas dua sebab: 1) nak baca nukilan mantan mufti Perlis, Ustaz Asri dengan 2) nak baca puisi dan cerpen di bahagian sastera.<span> </span>Sajak-sajak yang berjaya menombat hatiku aku potong dan buat scrapbook (sayang, buku tu dah hilang dah, menjadi crapbook). <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Alkisahnya aku menjadi fanatik lunatik dalam segala hal kesasteraan. Shahnon Ahmad, A.Samad Said, Keris Mas, Muhammad Haji Salleh, Arena Wati, Usman Awang aka Tongkat Warrant, Fatimah Busu semua aku kenal. Kalau tak baca karya mereka pun aku ingat gak nama karya yang dikarang mereka. Tidak dilupakan juga penulis-penulis baru yang melanda dunia penulisan Melayu dalam satu ombak yang dipimpin oleh Faisal Tehrani dan Nisah Haji Haron. Blog-blog dorang aku layan kot. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Tapi, jikalau ada diantara kamu pembaca yang mengenali diriku sekarang, tak pernah kau nampak aku memegang buku berbahasa Melayu, apatah lagi hasil titik peluh sasterawan-sasterawan tempatan kita? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Entah, mungkin cintaku makin malap. Nak terangkan secara terperinci mungkin dapat menimbulkan kemarahan sesetengah pihak yang akan lantang bersuara<span> </span>dan memanggilku ‘pembelot bahasa’ atau tidak patriot. Namun, pada pendapat akulah, skop subjek Kesusasteraan tempatan tak mendalam dan gaya ekspresinya tidak sebebas sastera luar. Temanya tidak bosan dengan pembelaan hak-hak Melayu, dan pada masa yang sama sering menyinonimkan Melayu=Islam. Gaya penulisan pun tidak eksperimental serta lebih terikat pada satu stail yang sama. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Novel-novel romantik dan thriller(yang dilabel sebagai picisan oleh Pendekar-Pendekar Bahasa) lebih popular dalam kalangan belia. Jangan salahkan belia sahaja, kata mereka tidak suka membacalah atau lebih mementing hiburan. Dalam karya sastera pun, kenalah ada hiburan. Janganlah jadi hambar sahaja, dan bajet intelektual sepanjang masa. Memang orang tau kau pandai, tapi janganlah kau gebang panjang-panjang yang kau pandai tetapi tidak melayan para pembaca dengan santapan hiburan. Tengoklah karya-karya luar macam Catch-22 (Joseph Heller) atau P.G.Wodehouse, mesejnya mendalam tapi disampaikan secara satira yang mampu membuatkan pembaca bergolek di atas lantai sambil ketawa. Takkan tidak boleh ada sebarang perkahwinan antara kabilah popular @ picisan dengan kabilah sastera. Itulah yang aku nanti-nantikan.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">DBP pula bertindak sebagai badan kerajaan, dan bukan sebagai badan bahasa yang merdeka dari sebarang institusi politik. Tidak hairanlah kebanyakan karya sekarang bersifat pro-establishment dan tidak melawan arus. Takut menggoncang bahtera. Apa gunanya penulis kalau setakat melayan kerenah mereka yang berkuasa? Apa fungsimu jikalau kau hanya memaniskan yang pahit dan mengphotoshop gambar yang buruk?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Sebenarnya blog yang separa berapi ini tidak menuju kepada orang-orang lama seperti A.Samad Said/Keris Mas/Shahnon Ahmad. Mereka sedar akan kerja mereka sebagai seorang penulis. Penulis adalah soldadu bersenjatakan pena. Perjuangannya tidak akan tamat selagi ada ketidakadilan. Mereka boleh bertindak dimana-mana sahaja. Kalau tidak di dijalanan, maka mereka boleh bertarung menerusi mesin taip (tapi kalo zaman sekarang, laptop…ato macbook…sigh…). A. Samad Said ditangkap time Bersih. Shahnon Ahmad menulis SH!T (yang mengkritis politikus yang secara senyap-senyap memakan hasil negara macam tikus.) Penulis macam inilah yang gua respek dan membuatkan gua masih menaruh harapan terhadap Kesusasteraan Melayu.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Sebenarnya ilmu ana (kata ganti diri nama asyik berubah sebab tak tau nak guna yang mana…) dalam seni penyusunan ayat ini masih dalam tahap <i>infancy</i>.<span> </span>B.M. ana pun masih tunggang-langgang (terbukti melalui blog ini) dan gua pun masih tak kenal kebanyakan penulis Melayu. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Antara cita-cita gua adalah untuk menjadi translator karya-karya Melayu ke dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Biar dunia tahu kebolehan kita dalam dunia sastera. Mana tahu sebab translation gua, dapat lak seorang penulis berbahasa Melayu yang memenangi hadiah Nobel prize. Ehek ehek (dahlah gampang, menggedik lak tu, tampor ko kang Sapik =_=)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Saya juga dah mula mengenali karya-karya Underground. Meskipun masih tidak mendalami lagi dan tak kenal siapa peneraju-peneraju gerakan tersebut, tetapi insya-Allah satu hari nanti saya akan mengenali mereka dengan lebih rapat lagi. And maybe I’ll join their ranks. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Tak puas hati. Tak setuju. Nak gaduh? Perenggan panjang sangat sampai buta baca? Kat balai (komen) cerita. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Wassalam.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">P/S: Sebenarnya tajuk blogpost ni bukan tiada kaitan dengan novel A.Samad Said, iaitu Hujan Pagi atau novel zaman PMR, iaitu Panas Salju. Saja je kasi nama sedap untuk blogpost ini. Sebab luar hujan. Tak dapat jogging. Lepastu bosan dan tidak dapat tidur (insomnia). Oleh hal yang demikian, tercetuslah idea untuk mengupdate blog ini. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-14544465969638787922011-05-03T01:55:00.001+08:002011-05-03T01:55:47.051+08:00MY BEST FIEND MIKE<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">ASSALAMUALAIKUM WBT.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.harrykey.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Speaking_Microphone-300x199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.harrykey.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Speaking_Microphone-300x199.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes I think all the microphones in the world declared war against me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I can’t remember when this began, but all I know that if I’m going to speak with a mike in front of me, something horrible will happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of the time, something horrible did happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Take this case, for instance. I was in Form 5 and my class was doing an English day presentation. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When it was my turn to speak, a mike was handed to me. And then I said my lines.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 303.75pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 303.75pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But the amplifier remained silent. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And so I repeated my lines. Again, the amplifier was still mute.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">To make my point clear, and thinking that the mike was broken, I shouted my lines with the volume of a platoon commander. Everyone laughed, making me feel that I was in a sitcom with laughter tracks being played aloud.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I gave the mike to my other classmate. Miraculously, the mike works! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally, at the end of the show, I picked up the mike to give it back to the MC. Thinking that the mike was off, I cursed it with a whisper: “Sial punya mike!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">For some mysterious reason, the mike decided to be on when I cursed it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The whole of Seremban heard me. Time literally stopped, because Time itself is shocked to hear me cursing in public.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t want to talk about what happened next. It’s traumatic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The score? Mike 1, Shafiq 0<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyway, the second incident involving my feud with microphones occurred during PLKN.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was supposed to be a narrator in a play. My part was simple: read my lines. I don’t even have to memorize my lines.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">During rehearsals, I did well. In fact, I was able to recite my lines without reading my script. The actors and actresses all fumbled with their words; but I was able to do it smoothly. I was confident that, if all the other actors failed, my brilliant narration and my booming voice will save the day- and the play.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But we never use mikes during rehearsals.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And there were plenty of mikes on the night of our performance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Surprisingly, the actors did their jobs well. The play was about ‘Si Tanggang’ and the guy who played Tanggang acted well enough to gain an Oscar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In the middle of the drama, my turn to narrate came. I was supposed to read my lines. Pure and simple. But, filled with supreme confidence and ego, I left my script backstage.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It turned out to be a stupid decision. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Face to face with a mike, I went blank. i forgot my lines.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> It was like in an awkward moment when the Imam forgot the Surah Al-Fatihah while leading the prayer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I could hear the crickets sing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I could even imagine the mike telling me: “Remember me, ya (censored)? You cursed me sial, right? Now I’m going to sial your night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Panic attack. I became incoherent and stuttered my lines. The crowd laughed…again. My part turned out to be the worst part of our company’s drama. I was the spoiler. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Luckily, our company won the drama competition. It was mainly due to the performance of the actors, the props and the creativity of the scriptwriter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Certainly we never won due to my ‘brilliant’ narration.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">For the whole night, I wish someone would censor my face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now, the score’s 2-0. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There were many more embarrassing incidents of me and microphones. When I did announcements, 90% of the time I’d fumble my words. People hearing me speak will thought that a retard was speaking in an alien language while messing around with the mike.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">That’s why I’ll never touch a mike. Even if you pointed a gun at me, I won’t speak through a mike. I’d rather have my body shot than my pride.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mike and I became sworn enemies. But I know I cannot run from it forever. I must face it and conquer it. Where and when? I don’t know. But I will.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As an appendix, here’s a video of me…well, living up to my Dato’ Onn name. Memang takde kaitan, tapi saja-saja letak. Aku muncul kat minit....ah, pandai-pandai lah ko cari...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/wLQNo6sO6C8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">p/s- Video ihsan Amirul Ashraf dari kelas 5 theta/ 7th Batch<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">p p/s = Broadband ihsan drpd saudara Ahmad Syukran dari bilik F207</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Wassalam.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-10801185880581468972011-05-01T01:33:00.002+08:002011-05-01T22:33:05.310+08:00A TESL Story (part one)<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was small and when I still thought that babies are made by a single kiss rather than through sexual intercourse, I wanted to be a fighter pilot.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And so I tried to preserve my eyes like a lomographer treasures his camera.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But I never controlled my diet. I became <s>fat</s> unfit. My fighter pilot’s dream crashed and burned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then I decided that if I can’t join the military, then I will build weapons for the military to use. Since I was nuts about submarines, I decided that I should become a maritime engineer or some sort like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If people asked me what I want to be, I replied: ‘Engineer.’ That seems to be a satisfactory answer for everyone; such a normal, safe ambition.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Gradually, my dream of being an engineer corrodes like sand castle being swept away by the waves of time. The thought of becoming an engineer disgusts me, for no reason. (No offense to any future engineers reading this…)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Instead, since Form One, I discovered that I loved the mathematics of languages more than the language of mathematics.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQYCbCzyKGPSdVwnuDgX6IuNP0I0jgoyfurZT9RppPeBQptvzZd" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQYCbCzyKGPSdVwnuDgX6IuNP0I0jgoyfurZT9RppPeBQptvzZd" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I played with the idea of becoming a writer. I will write best-selling novels whose fame will outlast my life. If kids usually dreamt of becoming a celebrity, than I am like them. Though I’m not going to be an artiste (for my voice hates singing and my hands are not in good terms with musical instruments and I don’t have the ‘poster boy’ look which could whip girls into frenzy…). Rather, I’m going to be a literary artist, whose words will be immortalized by generations of scholars, writers, students and the public. Perhaps being the Malaysian equivalent of Shakespeare or the English version of A.Samad Said. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Such fantasy, I know.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Oftentimes, I considered myself as quite a writer when in fact I’m not. My words are riddled with grammatical mistakes. My sentences are quite amateurish, as if a retard was writing instead of those of a literary genius. I tend to hate my works, upon completion, easily. My works are like crippled children who I tried like hell to conceive them, but in the end born into this world crippled/retarded/whatever which makes me hated them more. My confidence in myself shattered easily like brittle glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I know that if indeed becoming a writer will be my life’s true vocation, I need a back-up plan for the work of an artist is unsafe. Without any Plan B, it’s like climbing a skyscraper without a safety net below. You succeed; you will taste all the glory. You failed; then may Allah help you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Since I hate the sciences, a career as an engineer or in medicine is completely out of the question. A diplomat, hmmm…,maybe. But will I have the spare time to write? Architect? I don’t know how to draw. Military? 3 months in PLKN is enough to prevent me from joining the armed forces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What about a teacher then, Shafiq? An English teacher.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In SASER, I remember a friend once suggested to me that I ought to take TESL. Then, I was ignorant about TESL. What the hell is it? My friend explained that I’ll be teaching English if I took TESL. And besides, I could write in my spare time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5OojHGIE7FxmsD7MHQKNIy4cyC87M9iynZZ7nDgTy6Bzf8Qifi6IktAQlZGxs-WUGf3BUySEWneKRBFmPEkGo3NtsBZ9RWyxt4rn3cj2lbhvySLHnGtkCa18Y7BKGvQXGBS27mmqMf4/s1600/tesl_logo+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5OojHGIE7FxmsD7MHQKNIy4cyC87M9iynZZ7nDgTy6Bzf8Qifi6IktAQlZGxs-WUGf3BUySEWneKRBFmPEkGo3NtsBZ9RWyxt4rn3cj2lbhvySLHnGtkCa18Y7BKGvQXGBS27mmqMf4/s1600/tesl_logo+copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">That sounded like a wonderful suggestion then, and it still is now. Thank you Syamil Sani.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">About a month later, our counselor entered our classroom to give us a briefing of all the scholarships available for us to apply. She handed each of us a brochure.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I got one, and discovered that only MARA is offering an overseas scholarship for TESL students. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">I highlighted it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">From then onwards, I studied as hard as I can. I did not only burn the midnight oil, but I’d burned all the daylight oil available. All for the sake of getting the TESL scholarship.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Alhamdulillah, I got 9As for SPM, which made me eligible to apply for the MARA TESL scholarship.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Of all the scholarships that I applied, MARA is the only one who interviewed me (a crazy episode which I will tell in some other time). I got rejected by the others (including PETRONAS). Hell, even UPU thought that I’m not good enough to be an ASASI student. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">At that time, I thought that TESL is my only chance of getting closer to my dream of becoming a writer. My only chance out of my personal hell.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While waiting for the result of my TESL application, I went to Kolej Matrik Perak. I got swell friends there, but I just couldn’t imagine myself learning the sciences for another one year. Each night I prayed, and sometimes cried, to get that TESL scholarship. I constantly said to myself: “I don’t know what else to do…I don’t know what else to do…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">On my third Friday there, my mom called. She congratulated me, calling me “Cikgu”. I actually danced all the way to my room from the academic block after hearing that news. I was the happiest boy in Gopeng. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A month later, I returned to Seremban, again. I’ll be fighting another war that’ll last two years. But it is war that I’ll be willing to fight to the end. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Achieving 15 points for A-Levels is a city to be conquered, like Sultan Al-Fatteh and his Constantinople. (to be continued).<o:p></o:p></span></div>Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-30431982776275399912011-01-15T08:17:00.000+08:002011-01-15T08:17:23.723+08:00Going Loco with Lomo among Locomotives *Loco is a Spanish word for crazy.<br />
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One day, for no logical reason, Shafiq wants to go to Gemas.<br />
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And for no rational reason, Fedos wants to follow him.<br />
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Shafiq, who was used to travel alone and wished for someone to talk to for 160km, took Fedos on the trip. Armed with a green Diana F+, those two amigos set out from the college with the dream of being the greatest lomographers on earth in mind.<br />
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To become the greatest lomographers in the world, they somehow deduced that they ought to lomonized the town at the end of the world: Gemas. They wanted to freeze the timeless town to eternity in expired 120mm film. Like Christian crusaders searching for their holy grail, their quest had, for one day, become their life's mission. <br />
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After a diesel-fueled ( and much fat burned, thanks to walking) they reached Gemas. The town itself had already been freezed in time...Many of the old buildings from 1930s still stand strong and the town was populated mainly by Datsuns and Nissan Sunnys of the 70s.<br />
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And then they went to the old train station, a gateway to civilization and megapolis of the outside world.<br />
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Anyway, this post had became too wordy....Here are those pictures:<br />
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Salam.Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-73018949238795801902010-12-30T16:52:00.004+08:002010-12-30T22:40:07.908+08:00What Happens when Shafiq got a Diana F+? Here's What Happens...Assalamualaikum WBT.<br />
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Alright, folks, here's the pictures taken by a certified LomoNoob. Most of them are taken around my hometown in Selayang and also some parts of K.L.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Near CM</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After badminton.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend (Hafidz) and a not so photogenic guy beside him. Photo taken by Ridhwan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Selayang Panorama #1: Suburbia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Selayang Panorama #2: Where the concrete jungle kisses the real jungle.</td></tr>
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They aren't that brilliant. I know. But what the hell can you expect from a newbie? <br />
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Salam.Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063052164594642712.post-39798637179847543822010-12-29T15:26:00.003+08:002010-12-29T18:39:10.888+08:00MukadimahAssalamualaikum WBT.<br />
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This will be my first blogpost. Kinda awkward.<br />
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Sebab aku pun tak tau nak guna bahasa apa sebagai <i>lingua franca</i> blog ini.<br />
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English? Okay, but will anyone read it? It seems fashionable for many to write in Malay. Easier to read, more friendlier, more earthly.<br />
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Kalau B.M. pulak, erhh...Aku bukanlah pelajar terbaik B.M. dalam kelas. Bukan juga yang tercorot, tapi aku tak fasih menghiasi gaya bahasa berbanding dalam B.I. haha.. Adoih.. Lagipun aku ada kecenderungan untuk tls bahase BM aq dlm gaya sms...<br />
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Rojak. Bunyi cam interesting. Cuma I don't like to makan rojak, tulis rojak or anything to do with rojak.(Meskipun selalu speak Rojak. hehe)<br />
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So to be fair, I decided to use different languages for each paragraph seperately, of which one will be in fully Malay and the next paragraph will be in fully English.)<br />
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Walaubagaimanapun, (ayat 'favorite' karangan SPM aq...dh, berojak pulak bdk ni!) biar aku terangkan serba sedikit pasal blog ini...<br />
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The name of the blog is Weltanschauung. Why Weltanschauung? It's German for 'World View' Why German? Why not 'World View' in English of 'Pandangan Dunia' in Malay. Suka hati aku lah. Besides, it sounds cool and sophisticated in German. haha (a pathetic attempt to sound smart, I know...)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lukisan asli Van Gogh</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Dan gambar itu pulak? Gambar ini merupakan karya terunggul Vincent Van Gogh,seorang pelukis terkenal di Holland. <br />
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Do I bore you already? Or I don't bore anyone because nobody's reading it, or will ever going to read this. Haish. <br />
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You know what, menyusahkan gak tulis dalam bahasa2 lain untuk setiap perenggan. Lepas ini suka hati akulah nak tulis dalam bahasa ape sahaja, tak kisah English, Bahasa Melayu atau kedua-duanya sekali. (or German, which the only words I know are Weltanschauung, Scheisse und Ficken - guna google translator untuk tau maksud ayat2 tu..)<br />
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Maka tamatlah mukadimah yang kurang menarik dan kurang berisi.Moga-moga penulis dapat memperbaiki mutu kandungan blog dalam edisi akan datang.<br />
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Salam.Mohammad Shafiq-Razakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12644406065047797551noreply@blogger.com0