Friday 25 March 2011

Kanvas Putih (Specially dedicated to my seven stars)

Dia memberiku
sekeping kanvas putih
aku termangu disitu
perlu apa aku pada kanvas ini
aku bukan pelukis
bukan Claude Monet,Salvador Dali
Vincent Van Gogh
juga bukan Leornardo Da Vinci


Ibu menyapa
Anak
Ibu juga serupa
dititip kanvas putih tanpa warna
ditika ibu buta
pada pena dan tinta
hanya kenal alif ba ta
dibawah lampu pelita
dari mulut nendamu yang dimamah usia


Anak
Kanvas putih pertama
dilayang tika ibu terlalu muda
masih leka bermain tempurung kelapa
nendamu mengajar tata warna
merah,kuning,jingga segala....


kanvas putih menjadi indah
ibu mengilik dengan megah
menatang kehulu hilir serata daerah
sekampung menjadi gah
 bakat ibu muda kini terserlah


dalam ibu meniti usia
satu persatu kanvas dikirim yang Esa


ibu bukan berdarah seni
mampu melukis dengan indah sekali
hanya mata dan minda tajam memerhati
kaki,tangan,badan,paha kanan dan kiri
mengecat,mencatan,melorek,mengukur sekali
koordinasi mental bersama alunan tangan dan jemari
merealisasikan ilham anugerah Ilahi


Akhirnya
kanvas putih berwarna indah
menjadi pendamai hati yang gundah
membisik seribu bahasa tanpa lidah
melirik manja pada jiwa yang pasrah
menyentuh kalbu menyiram tabah
yang melihat mengucap Subhanallah


Aku tersedar dari lamunan
kanvas putih dalam dakapan
masih putih seperti semalam


pesan ibu akan ku amalkan
agar kanvasku tidak terlakar
dek tangan asing bukan seniman
tanpa motif tanpa pedoman
merenjis rona merosakkan lakaran


Andai itu terjadi
kanvas bersih pastinya  bertukar
bukan lagi struktur abstrak kontemporari
akhir nanti tersadai tiada diminati
diumpat dan dikeji
mungkin juga suatu hari
menjadi sepakan kaki
penghuni bumi ini




Nukilan
Rosie Azali
2503111145

Thursday 24 March 2011

PENANTIAN ITU SATU PENYIKSAAN.....

Alhamdulillah...penantian sudah berakhir......
Seminggu dua b4 result SPM kluar, rasa macam nak demam. Asyik fikir kalau peratus jatuh, mati aku.......
kalau turun,siaple ko.....berat tul..
    Anak sndri pun ambik peksa,xrasa gelabah mcm ni......
Bila fikir2 balik,fun in learning kureng....ckg ligan ank plajar nak maintain peratus...
Masa kite ngaji dulu,kite xtau pun Penilaian Darjah 5 tu apa...
Sijil rendah Pelajaran tu pnting...
Masa SPM kite dah cerdik,tau la pnting sbb nak sgt blajar kat oversea...Berkat doa Ibu,dah tercapai hajat..
Balik pd isu semasa,result peksa punya pasai,ckg sampai tekucir...masuk kluar toilet sbb nervous breakdown. Heran sungguh dgn perangai dan tabiat manusia ni...
To me, teachers deal with human beings. We sweat to produce balance human beings.Ingat senang ke?
 Every single day,every single moment we face human behaviour which is  affected by many factors. Faktor parenting (keluarga),pengaruh rakan sebaya,pengaruh masyarakat,mediamassa dsbnya..Mana blh sama batch plajar tiap thn.....mestilah ada yg kureng dan ada yg menyengat.....org kata dlm setandan pisang, mesti ada yg rosak sebiji dua...
      So....logik tak kalau peratus mesti naiiiiikkkkk je,xleh turun?
MACAMANA NAK SOLVE PROBLEM NI?

Senang je...
Ikhlaskan hati...mula dgn mak pak,turun pd guru2,pi kat ank murid, patah balik kat skul....
SEMUA KENA IKHLAS.....
mak ayh ikhlas dgn ank2 n guru2...
guru2 ikhlas dgn kerjaya n ank murid......
skul pun kena ikhlas gak....ikhlas trima ups and downs of the teaching and learning process.....
Nabi (xingat nama,sori ek) pun berdakwah brtaus thn,dpt 7 org pengikut je...
In teaching and learning process,kalau plajar xdpt result gmpaq....hbs form 5 depa dpt bangun subuh sndri , xtinggal smbhyg pun kira cun la tu......
Kira parents,skul,tcers and the students dah berjaya la tu.....

Walaubagaimanapun, crita di atas adalah rekaan semata2.
 Watak2 d atas xde kene mengene dgn yg hdp ataupun yg mati.......

Tuesday 22 March 2011

      When I was young, I had a dream to be someone who was sophisticated,rich and famous.I dreamt to be as beautiful as Farrah Fawcett (the most beautiful actress in Charlie's Angels in 1970s).I was head over heel over Parker Stevenson (one of The Hardy Boys).I also fantasized to be a private investigator like Nancy Drew (one of The  Enid Blyton series). I even dreamed to be swept off my feet by a prince charming who would cross the sea of fire,would swim the Pacific ocean, would climb the Mount Everest just to shout " I love U' for me....
     As I sailed through the  journey of life,went through the ups and downs along the way, I realized that life has a lot to offer.....................
     I lost my father at eight. The tragedy brought me to a town life.A blessing in disguise after all! I really had to struggle to catch up with my new friends in Bagan.The girls were wearing mini skirts and Levis Denim Jeans,the style of the 80s.When I visited my aunt during the school holidays,my kampung friends (the boys) treated me like a princess,all stared at me, gaping, as if  I had just stepped down from the heaven or something.However,I lost my girl friends. They were envious of me,of my new image. Some girls who I thought were my best friends before, made fun of me singing baju arrow,seluar levis,baju borrow seluar kebas...They totally ignored me after I moved to town..Truly.......
      I was so annoyed and I returned to Bagan,my new home, promising myself that I would never return to kampung again. I was confused, I guessed, at that age,not knowing why the girls hated me so........
      In my new school,I was the ugly duckling.Merely because I was from kampung.I registered in standard 5 at SKBTK. I was alone for quite a few weeks until a girl named Ramlah befriended me. She is an Indian Muslim or anak mami. My house was quite far so I always came earlier and waited for her before going to school together. Her mom used to tapau me Apom Lenggang.I always got a share for my breakfast...
     At that time we sat for Penilaian darjah 5.I never knew that the exam was important but as usuall,luck was on my side.Mybe because I was an orphan and I was blessed by Allah for my mom prayers...I got 4A and 1C..jeng...jeng...
     Can you guess what happened in standard 6?

Sunday 20 March 2011

At last...I got my own blog...hmm..A place I can write freely,say freely what I want to say without having anybody answering  me back..ha..ha..ha...syonoknye....

nak kata apa ya...
FIRSTLY, syukur Alhamdulillah, Allah grants my wishes.
2ndly, Thanx to my adorable girls,kakak n mirah for helping me creating this blog..Without them, I couldnt la...
Tx also to my boy,Aiman for choosing a very nice design for my background...Just what I needed!!
Really....The light coming thru the trees is me..illuminating in the dark,shining thru the darkness..
a symbolic of our lives..rite?

rite la...
We are the lights that should lighten others...We should't be shadows......
Y? because we are hamba lah....Aigoo...Hamba kpd Allah SWT! Allah beri kita cahaya semasa kita lahir coz we are born in Islam..Alhamdulillah!!!!!!
Other that that, we are fast just like light..cahaya bergerak sgt,sgt,sgt pntas dgn kelajuan berapa kilomtr sejam? he3...jwb sndri lah...Kita laju semasa berlumba nak masuk ke dunia ni...malu la nak habaq...
Hmm...masa kita dgn twins kita yg berjuta tu kan,ayah kita punya ehem2 tu la...dlm banyak2 tu kan, kita yg survive...sperm ayah kita gabung dgn telor mak kita (mak kita ada telor????) maka jadilah kita.
Dlm rahim ibu, kita pantas juga...banding dgn sapa? dgn mak kita le...kita tndang je perut mak kita,mak kita skt...kita menang...
Sampai la kita lahir, kita adalah wira......
Wira bagi ibubapa kita........................

Sekarang umur brapa? Masih wira lagi? masih jagoan kok?
masih....Alhamdulillah...Thank you Allah...Thank you Allah...