theroyalcrapster

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di sebalik tingkap bilik ini kan, saya nampak satu sekolah. dekat sekolah ini ada banyak sangat budak-budak pelajar yang sedang berlari-lari di padang. dengan ada cikgu2 yang menjerit2 sambil memegang payung, ada jugak yang pakai topi. budak-budak memakai baju sukan yang ala2 senteng sikit. oh, rupanya mereka ada hari sukan hujung minggu ini.

"kireiiiii, kireiiiiii, kireii kanan kireiiiiip…" suara cikgu yang lantang kedengaran yang menyebabkan seekor burung gagak mati akibat terlanggar batang pokok kerana terkejut. tinggi sunguh desibel suara itu. tak payah pakai haler tu pun xpe rasanya.

aku tengok je melalui tingkap berjaring. " berhennnnnnnnn….ti!!!" " cek 1,2!" semua pelajar dan guru bertepuk. walaupun tak sama langkah nya, pastu ada yg masih berkawad walaupun dah sebut ‘berhenti’, tapi mereka semua nampak puas. atau mungkin malas nak layan. sungguh in denial mereka-mereka ini. huhu.

saya paling tabik guru-guru yang berlari ke sana ke mari dan berkawad, menjerit lagi, mengangkut payung, clipboard dan rotan utk memastikan semua under control. yang paling penting sekali, guru-guru ini semuanya memakai BAJU KURUNG dan HEELS. macam super gempak kowt!! dengan lumpurnya, dengan budak-budak yang berlari-lari macam orang tak tentu hala, dengan padang berlecak nya. memang fantastik.

ni lah dia sekolah kebangsaan seksyen 16. walaupun kebanyakkan mereka kurang berpendidikan, xpandai berbahasa inggeris (what is your name pun tak tahu), tetapi semangat guru-guru yang sentiasa memberi sokongan tu memang harus dipuji.

hari semakin lama semakin gelap. petang yang cerah menjadi suram. tanpa warning, hujan turun mencurah-curah. habis lari bertempiaran semua budak-budak yang memang sediakala berlari-lari tuh, dan cikgu-cikgu ber’heels’ dan baju kurung tadi pun memecut masuk bawah bumbung macam orang lari pecut 100m. dengan bunyi hujan menderu, dengan guruh berdentum dengan cikgu yang menjerit kat haler tu "OKAY, SUME PELAJAR, WAJIB MASUK KE KELAS..SEKARANG! YA ALLAH YANG KAT BAWAH TU BUAT APA LAGI??? NAIK KELAS CEPAT!! SUME PLAJAR JANGAN MAIN HUJAN EH! SAPE YG SAYA NMPAK MAIN HUJAN, SAYA KENA KAN TINDAKAN!! CIKGU ROSMAH, HERET BUDAK2 TU NAIK!!"

memang bising, bingit, hectic, chaotic, carca marba dan huru hara.

tapi pada masa yang sama, amat menghiburkan saya yang sedang tengok dari jauh ni. krohohoho. sangat comel dan nostalgik. teringat zaman-zaman sekolah kena jerit pekik dengan guru. hehe

long live budak-budak seksyen 16!!

background music: let it be (the beatles) <—bersempena tajuk

wokeh evrybadi. this is not an announcement, but ironically, i need to announce something. well, not ‘need’ lah, but macam nak buat for the fun of it. but it’s not that fun lah. but who cares. if i say it’s an announcement, announcement la kan. ok fine. tukar perkataan.

evrybadi. i want to inform you all. nah..not inform la. who wants to know anyway? ok2 change some more.

people. i want to make an unnoticeable statement. hah. i think that’s better lah kan. ah gasak dia lah!

ok, moi point. actually, there’s no statements to make pun. krohoho. no scratch that. actually yang sebenar benarnya truthfully lagi honest la kan, saya sudah tidak kesah la ah moi.

memang saya suka dan sayangkan arena politik, tapi sudah malas mau amek pot maa. macam beca tak ada roda depan lorh. mana boleh bergerak juga kan? jadinya, saya hanya mahu tengok saja. kita biar mereka itu bagi, apa ha dalam bahasa inggelish? oh suplies! ha ya, suplise la. saya suka maa sama suplies, kerana ahli keluarga jiran selalu membuat suplies hari lahir utk saya maa. jangan la awak memarahi diri sendiri kerana tidak mempunyai jiran yg sungguh perihatin kan. ye memang ini lah kan contoh masyarakat yang muhibbah. melayu kasi tolong cina dan india dan juga di sebalik nya.

jadi itu sahaja lah maa. tiada apa pun mahu cakap lagi. tekak juga sudah kering ini. hai pin to wah kamu bertanya? haiya, saya taip sambil cakap itu word kuat2 lah. saya mau praktis vowel, eh apa itu, ha vocal, utk nanti jerit pekik di pasar. saya jual bayam maa. lai lai lai!

hence, you’ll try your hardest to make today the best so that tomorrow would be better, and the next day after tomorrow even better than best and the routine goes on?

here’s a suggestion. try and make today the worst day ever. so that when something really small but good (like nobody uses your toothbrush and it’s still dry when you wake up) happens tomorrow, you’ll feel like it’s the best day you’ve come across in your life. how’s that?

brilliant, eyh?

when you’ve reach the end, nothing can be done. the end is not necessarily a destination, could it be possible that it is part of a journey?

who knows.

along the way you are bound to stumble. things happen for a reason. even if the reason is ‘for nothing’. but for everything there’s an explanation.

Pak Lah said "vote wisely". and now that the nation (xcept that only two third of the previous number actually voted this election) has voted and the results are out, we should think that the people’s verdict might just prove something about the admin system. and, their votes are supposedly wise.

this is backed-up by Prof. Madya Dr Yussuf that said that today’s voters are those of the ‘intellectuals’ and also comprises of the urban yippies, who are educated enough (in the sense of the domestical politics) to make decisions that could guarantee them an ideal future.

if i could vote, i would definitely vote. i would vote for my people, for the Malays. i wouldn’t care who that individual is, or which party they come from (dacing, roket, bulan etc), but if they have what it takes to progress the nation and to ensure the stability we previously have, than he/she is the man.

but from what i see, these *Gonjengs are really playing us. they are taking us down one by one. if the Malays don’t start sticking together and unite, we are going to lose everything we have (land, economical power, influence etc). because those gonjengs are making strategies every single breathing second they have and if we even take a wink, we might just go back to square one, where we get colonized and have to fight our way back. the sad thing is, it is not a choice to lose at our own soil, our very own turf. pride and dignity are not even applicable anymore.

i predict that all parties are going to win or lose a very close competition, this time around. nobody’s going to win a proud majority, but will probably only win the two third they need to run the parliament.

a huge ‘aliran budaya’ is happening. people are starting to realize things that they don’t realize before, and they are starting to get tired of a frail system and to take action is compulsory. when else is perfect to take the action other than the election itself? they think that maybe the should go with the wind of change..just for fun. to see if the road less taken is actually a better road. and if the alternative road could not cater to ALL the trekkers, than Houston, we really have a problem here. ‘Cause a Miss World would never win the pageant twice, so does a party. once you lose the spot, to get it back, you probably have to strain a muscle.

what is happening in Penang and a few other places is the evidence of a crumbling hope. (i shall not mention about this any further) here’s a tip: drop all those who did not perform and teach them all a lesson. they don’t deserve to be on the cabinet. buang saja, kalau nak masuk kabinet, dapatkan balik kerusi tu dulu, baru masuk. jangan bagi muka.

lagi satu,to be a ‘gentleman’ in this situation is not practical anymore. this joke you’re playing is not funny. you can’t be all smiles and not notice that we are suffering down here to tell you that things are not all flowers and rainbows. you, of all people should understand that and fix it.

let’s just hope that THIS incident (you know what) will teach us a lesson (or more) so that in future, we would all be in the elements to fight for our Tanahair.

*Gonjeng = a reference to a certain group of people

come to think of it, i might be half way through my life at this moment. who knows, it might already be three quarters. two decades, gone. what have i learnt?

primarily, my point is that i’m so missing my childhood days and schooldays right now. im not trying to deny the ageing process, but i can’t help looking back on my past. it wasn’t great nor was it superb, but i loved it. and i would do nothing to change any of it.

no regrets.

at the same time, i would continue to make new memories so i can look back in future, and just smile. (like i am right now. hope there’s no chilli stuck in my teeth. geez)

I was aghast this morning to discover that I have 5000 approx email messages in my inbox. What have I been keeping all this while? Yeah, crap. Major, royal crap. So I checked out some of the oldest mails I got. And, down memory lane I went. It was definitely quite a poignant journey. I stumbled upon some post-high school mails with jargons and misspellings, ever other word. Some are common messages that I just found overtly nostalgic about. Some even made me laugh, for what a ‘skema’ skin I was during those times! Imagine, I exchanged mails using the ‘baku’ BM and gosh, hilarious!

i.e.        hi. Awak apa khabar? Sebenarnya, kita tiada apa tujuan pun untuk hantar email ini, Cuma saja ingin bertanyakan khabar awak dan keluarga…

Can I say “euw”? ROFL. But yeah, that’s what my recipients and I did for the millionth mail. Anyways, it was a pleasant thing to be doing on a Thursday morning. I felt happier than when I first woke up that morning..funny. But what’s even funnier is that after spending all those hours scheming through junk mails, and raking my brains trying to recall file facts from the yesteryears, I still have 5000 mails approx in my inbox. Maybe I’d devote another Thursday morning to delete all that. ROFL

you have to love life because you have to live. and you have to live because He gave you Life.

i abso-f****ing-lutely despise unethical drivers. those gonjeng bastards who think they can cilok in my way without saying (not literally, but i know when they do say) ‘excuse me’, im telling you, you’re dreaming. im not going to let you potong me just because you’re driving some shiny, huge-bonnet car. yes, this car may look like a freaking amoeba to you, but no, my ego is as big as your four tyres combined. i cant revenge on the road becuse i dont want to stoop as low as your morale, plus, there are already too many people acting like a mad person on the road, so i had to bloody use this cybermoronic thing to channel my frustration or whatever.

thing is,i dont care who you are, how big your wallet is, but respect is something that everyone sould give and also something that everybody deserve to have. so dude, you better start showing some respect on the road, before this momma gets nasty!

you dont need me to tell you, you suck!

*rolling on the floor laughing like a mad driver*