Novel: Trilogi Makrifat Cinta

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My Life As A University Student: Chapter 49

Going home?

It had been 5 days since the last final examination papers. 5 days of my holiday had past. Yet here I am, still stuck at my overcrowded, overstuff rent house, or flat, or hostel. Whatever. The point here, up till now, I had not decided on returning home and I do not know why. Could you be bored to death at your own house if you where to stay there for just 5 weeks? Perhaps you could. Sometimes I wonder if I misses my mum and my sisters and the old folks back home. The answer is obvious; I do. So why am I restraining myself here, unmoved and undecided?

Perhaps staying holds the memory of the past firmer. Perhaps I'm afraid that things will change so much if I move. Perhaps I'm afraid of changing.

Let it be now. Let future be present. Let present be present. Let past is present. Let no second of the time move. Frozen. Silent.

Perfect.

Yet, nothing is perfect in this world right?

Need to move on...

Need to change...

...and I will, even when I refuse to, I will.

Move on.

Change.

What left is to decide whether it will be a good one or the opposite.

-end-

My Life As A University Student: Chapter 48

The end of No. 3, the beginning of No. 4

Well, what do you know? Semester 3 had officially ended. After the last paper for the Final Semester Exam (which was so hard that we did not have the time thinking of home like we used to during our last paper in the last two semester), I was relieved.

It's over. Semester 3. It was hectic, it was nerve-twisting, it was stressful and now, it's over.

But I will sure to miss it. Semester 3, what memories did it gave!


Lingering in my mind now, as I try to recall them back, the memories, were pleasant. Mighty pleasant. It's like getting yourselves overdosed with morphine or crack or ice or whatever God-forbidding-drugs you could get into your system that make you high in the present and wreck the hell out of you in the future. Right now, recalling those memories is pleasant...

If there's a word to describe Semester 3, I would say...Regain.
Yup, regain.
Regain back my skills that I had forgotten.
Regain back all those ego I had once.
Regain old, lost friends.
Regain my calm, cold and compose thinking.
Regain the balance of my mental.
Regain the stupid side of me.

But one thing is missing. one thing that I could not regain. It was to regain the past memories. But let leave that to that.

Still, in the end, I was content. I am content. Up till now, I found myself smiling over events of the past 4 months. If there are things to be worried, well one of them is my examination result, in which I may only know so after the holiday. There is one other thing though, that worries me. But for now, I prefer to kept it to myself.

So what am I to do with my holiday. It's a long one, and it might be a boring one, if I did not planned well. The though of visiting old friends came across, but financially, I'm not capable of doing so. Perhaps I should stop planning and let thing flow on it's own. I done that before...I ended up spending my holidays sleeping.





I wonder, what will the future be in store?

Buat Ibu Ku!!

Ibu
oleh nomad melayu

Ibu...
sering ku sebut-sebut gelaran itu...
dahulu...
ketika ku amat memerlukan mu...

Ibu...
tiada sedikit yg kau tuntut dariku...
dan walau sebesar mana silapku pada mu...
kau begitu mudah memaafiku...

Ibu...
sungguh besar akan dosaku...
tatkala diri mula menjauhimu...
di dalam kota ku jadi buntu...
untuk mendahului kasihku pada mu...

Ibu...
adakah engkau terkesan dengan sikapku?
nangiskah engkau, sepi dan pilu?
ku yakin parah luka sedihmu...
di tambah dgn biadabku dahulu...

Ibu...
walau apa dosaku pada mu...
kau tadah tanganmu, rela memaafi ku...
sepi mu kau kata terubat dengan senyuman ku...
oh ibu, mulianya hati mu...

IBU...
ku ingin semula gelaran itu...
terkumat kamit dari bibirku...
dari kota ku datang pada mu...
nantikan daku, ratu hati ku!!

dua perkara yang membuat ku menulis nukilan ini;
1. adalah gambar seorang sahabat yang menunjukkan kasih sayangnya kepada ibu melalui kata2
2. berita peninggalan sahabat seorang sahabat
sungguh, ku tidak mahu menjadi dikalangan mereka yang hanya mengerti kasih sayang apabila hilangnya kasih itu...
ampunkan lah dosaku wahai ibuku...

My Life As A University Student: Chapter 47

My memories are in the sky

Recently, the present had been great. Minus the upcoming exam, everything else had brought smiles to my face. A happy tune is play. A sweet voice is heard. The sky shine in day, and glistering with stars at night. It's so pretty, so wonderful, that it make me sad...



This song seem to reflect well on how I felt.

The present had been so great, that I fear that I will forgotten the past. That I will never again recalled the past as I did before.

The present had been so pretty, that it made me sad.

My Life As A University Student: Chapter 46

The ODD (Orang Dalam Dapur*) Case

Something is not right. Something had gone terribly wrong. It was not suppose to be that way.

Something is amiss.

Last night, I sense thing had gone awry when I saw this:
This....this was a disaster!! It was suppose to be Ayam Masak Halia Goreng (chicken mixed with fried ginger)!! Having successfully cook the meat version of this cookery, I thought I could do again so with chicken...here are few symptoms of this rather abnormal course:
1. lack of fried ginger (afriedgingeritic?)
2. lack of fried onions (afriedonionimatic?)
3. discolouration of the chicken

Test and examination shows:
1. excessive salt content
2. excessive oil (cholestrol) content
3. excessive chillies!! (pigmentation?)
4. excessive water content (oedema?)

So, one could only imagine as to why such incident could occur. As I put on my thinking hat, few theories came across my mind:

1. Excessive heat in S.Alam
The rather dried and hot weather in Shah Alam must had done some damage to my head and hands, reducing my ability to cook.

by the way, I do look nice

2. Oil-free Cookery
Or perhaps my latest family outing to a fancy restaurant somewhere in KL had increases my taste for good, oil-free food to a disastrous level, in which my cooking skill could not cope.

food was not display due to author carelessness

3. Big Apple Syndrome
Could this be the reason?
Could this box of six, highly-rich-in-sugar doughnuts cause the disability in my yesterday cooking?
It was the closest thing that happen before I started cooking....

...

...

...

Nah, it's to0 darn delicious to be guilty! Pass!

six, tasty treat...and it taste better when it's free!

So, theories was presented, but none came close. In the end, I thought of my ignorance as the cause of my case... I should had ask my mum, or someone who know, before I start to heat the stove...oh well.

Well, all was not lost. The reason why the chickens look so pale was because I boiled them, instead of frying them with the gingers and onions. Although the original recipe was long lost when I add in some water, I do manage to do a rather new recipe...which contain extra salt(laugh).

After a bit of alteration, I created a Masterpiece! A salty one... :/

* people in kitchen

My Life As A University Student: Chapter 45

Kurma, Pineapple Tart and Ketupat


It's raya again. Hari Raya Aidilfitri. The day where Muslim celebrate for their success in being through the month of fasting, Ramadhan. Celebration worthy for those who spend their whole days and nights of the Ramadhan to worship God. To those who fast in a real meaning of fasting.

Recalling of how my Ramadhan went by, I should not had been celebrating. I should had been crying, regret by how I wasted the fasting month, which I may not be able to face again in the future. Letting an important moment slip by. Slipping a gold nugget worth more than money to pay for my education, marriage and health finances. I should had been crying.

But as 1st Syawal came, I knew better than to just sulk in. After all, everyone else was having a good time. I should at least cheer up for their success.

It felt weird, to no longer grasp for kurma during Maghrib. To munch as much cookies as you like during the day. To pick your nose without a second thought (not publicly of course).

What else seem odd? The celebration itself. The raya was not done at my gramps house or at my uncle house. This year, it was at my house. My home. 3 bed room, 2 toilet, fully furnish.

By the way, it is owned by my father, not me (laugh).

"That's it?", you may ask. If that's it, then my story would be like a tasteless rojak without its rojak paste. So here the paste; I was celebrating Hari Raya Aidilfitri with my family, my relatives, and first time in so many years, with my friends.

Sure, some would not really care less with this fact. But to those who know me well enough, they would know that I had never actually celebrate Raya with friends excepts for the time when I dwell in Sarawak, long time ago.

The story was simple; I invited them after Solat Aidilfitri, under my dad's consent. Then, they spend the whole day with us, going to raya at my relatives houses.


Well, they sure learn a lot of how raya is done in my side! (laugh)

Thanks to all who had send me wishes, sorry if I could not reply to some of those wishes.

To those still celebrating raya, SELAMAT HARI RAYA from me to you and your family.

As for me, it's time to get back to my pen and papers. As well as my laptop.

p.s: Thanks to Kavimathy and Syuhada for the wonderful memories!