Raison d’être

Beberapa minggu lepas, saya pergi dengar ‘ceramah motivasi’. Ada seorang kakak ni, ajar tentang “bahasa cinta”. Ada words, touch, quality time dan sebagainya.

Kemudian, dia cakap kalau siapa-siapa ada lebih daripada dua ‘bahasa cinta’, contohnya perlukan ‘kata-kata cinta’ dan ‘masa berkualiti bersama’ at the same time, dia tak matang dan keanak-anakan. Saya pelik.

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Walaupun muqaddimah macam tak ada kaitan, tapi sebenarnya saya nak cakap pasal cinta juga. Bila kita tanya pasangan kekasih la misalnya, “kenapa kau suka dia?” Mungkin si lelaki akan cakap, “Oh well dia manja, dia suka mesej-mesej saya sebelum tidur.” Dan si perempuan pula mungkin akan cakap, “Dia gagah. Dia boleh tumpaskan 6 lelaki yang kacau saya sekaligus.”

Ok contoh merepek. Balik pada bahasa cinta tadi. Katakanlah si suami sukakan touch. Hari-hari si isteri kena touch si suami. Satu hari, nak dijadikan cerita, si isteri yang kerja kilang proses sosej termasuk tangan dalam mesin sosej. Kudung tapi masih hidup. Tapi sekarang dia dah tak boleh nak touch si suami. Adakah cinta si suami tu akan berkurangan?

Ya aku memang tak pandai buat example. Sebenarnya aku cuma nak cakap, pada pendapat aku cinta ni tak perlu ada apa-apa sebab. Love is an energy – you can’t see it but you can feel it – and it must be sustained. Love can grow, love can die and we are the fuel. As long as we provide the fuel, it will burn through the night. Kalau pakai RON97, dia akan burn dengan lagi efficient.

Cinta ni kalau bersebab tu namanya hipokrit. Cinta sebab nak harta, sebab nak nampak cool, sebab dia cantik. Kan dah drama Melayu. Any act, if it’s sincere, is involuntary - kata Pakcik Mark Twain.

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Tapi aku tak kata hanya sebab kau rasa cinta kau terus nak bercinta, atau cinta sahaja dah mencukupi. Benda-benda lain wajib dinilai juga supaya nanti tak ada timbul masalah “aku simbah kau dengan asid sebab aku terlalu menyayangi kau!”

Faham lah tu kan?

I still can’t believe Din Beramboi is gone. Just a couple of weeks ago I read about him and his career, and had a good laugh after knowing his real name – honestly I don’t see a ‘Meor’ fits that guy in any angle! Hahaha. Ok this is supposed to be sad, why am I laughing?

Because Din Beramboi’s life is all about making people laugh. Guy made joke for a living. Although some people saw his ‘artworks’ as lawak bodoh but truth is I dig his stupid jokes. The first time I heard about Din is from Ujang comic. Till today I’m not sure whether they are the same person – the comic mascot and the celebrity.

Anyway, back in 2002 or 2003 my childhood best friend Pali ringed me up one evening and invited me to go to his house along with other friends. “Important matters,” he said. We went to his house only to find him laughing on the floor, hard, with somebody talking in the radio.

At that time, Pali was listening to a recording of “Mari Berbalas Pantun” segment by Din Beramboi which he recorded (or did he bought the tape? Can’t remember) when he was a DJ in THR I guess. Come on, it was 2002 and I never heard people doing jokes (even stupid ones) on the radio before. LOL. To this day I still can’t forget that ‘segment’ and many others as and we still use some of the jokes every now and then whenever we met.

His passing is too sudden. Leptospirosis or ‘virus kencing tikus’ is on the rise due to the hot spell and I wasn’t that shocked when I first read the news. But then it was confirmed that mosquitoes are the culprit – resulting in him infected with haemorrhagic dengue fever. I only had a normal dengue fever last year and it already sucked as hell.

Let us all be reminded that the world is just an illusion. Whatever worldly achievements you achieved, it’s not for you but for other people that you leave behind, especially your kids and family. Al-Fatihah.

ps: perasan tak ramai orang mati mengejut sekarang ni? moga kita mati dalam iman..

Many years ago, a 10-year-old boy walked up to the counter of a soda shop and climbed onto a stool. he caught the eye of the waitress and asked, “how much is an ice cream sundae?” “fifty cents,” the waitress replied. the boy reached into his pockets, pulled out a handful of change, and began counting. the waitress frowned impatiently.

After all, she had other customers to wait on. the boy squinted up at the waitress. “how much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he asked. the waitress sighed and rolled her eyes. “thirty-five cents,” she said with a note of irritation. again, the boy counted his coins. at last, he said, “i’ll have the plain ice cream, please.” he put a quarter and two nickels on the counter.

The waitress took the coins, brought the ice cream, and walked away. about ten minutes later, she returned and found the ice cream dish empty. the boy was gone. she picked up the empty dish—then swallowed hard. there on the counter, next to the wet spot where the dish had been, were two nickels and five pennies. the boy had had enough for a sundae, but he had ordered plain ice cream so he could leave her a tip.

- source: mr. little john’s secrets to a lifetime of success

in a world that tells us to “get all we can,” every so often it’s good to be reminded to “give something away.”

ps: formspring.com/razlanisme

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Hari ni baru aku sedar. Malam tadi, rupanya malam terakhir aku buat kerja tampal-tampal dan lekat-lekat sepanjang pengajian aku di MMU. Peh. Dari korridor hostel, ruang tamu rumah sewa, sampailah ke studio-studio MI. Bau spray mount kini tinggal kenangan – mungkin sampai start kerja esok lusa. Tapi manalah tahu tiba-tiba jadi tour guide atau diving instructor pulak kan memang la tak sentuh spray mount dah lepas ni.

Pagi tadi, boards submission untuk FYP major projects. Kalut. Kelam kelibut. Semua ada. Tapi macam sedih pulak sebab ini kali terakhir submit mounting board besar-besar. Yelah, aku kenal mounting board pun sejak masuk Alpha. Rasanya subjek Cyberporno sama BHM tak ada submit pakai mounting board kot. Harap-harapnya lah.

Apparently, there’s only about one month left before I’m leaving MMU. One month seems very short indeed. But I just want to wake up every morning and reminds myself that, “apparently, there’s nothing that cannot happen today”

Experience taught me one valuable lesson – the truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; truth isn’t. Banyak benda pelik boleh berlaku dalam sehari. Mungkin sebulan yang terakhir ni akan jadi lebih diingati daripada 47 bulan sebelum ni, siapa tahu?

ps: If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything. Bercakap benarlah walaupun ianya pahit.

Baby won´t you tell me why
there is sadness in your eyes
I don´t wanna say goodbye to you
Love is one big illusion
I should try to forget
but there is something left in my head

You´re the one who set it up
now you´re the one to make it stop
I´m the one who´s feeling lost right now
Now you want me to forget
every little thing you said
but there is something left in my head

I won´t forget the way you´re kissing
The feeling´s so strong
were lasting for so long
But I´m not the man
your heart is missing
That´s why you go away i know

You were never satisfied
no matter how I tried
now you wanna say goodbye to me
Love is one big illusion
I should try to forget
but there is something left in my head

I won´t forget the way you´re kissing
The feeling´s so strong
were lasting for so long
But I´m not the man
your heart is missing
That´s why you go away i know

Sitting here all alone
in the middle of nowhere
Don´t know which way to go
There ain´t so much to say now between us
There ain´t so much for you
There aint´t so much for me anymore

I won´t forget the way you´re kissing
The feeling´s so strong
were lasting for so long
But I´m not the man
your heart is missing
That´s why you go away i know
That´s why you go away i know