I Think I Miss You

It looms at the top of mind,
As the thought of you unwinds.
Your voice is a bliss,
Something I definitely miss.

I wonder if any of this is real,
About the things that I truly feel.
Should I tell her, should I not?
It’s definitely one thing I can’t resist.

As I curled up in my bed,
I gave it another thought.
Staring at this empty wall,
I hope she’ll give me a call. 

…

ps: I should sleep on it.

Bad Client

Everything kene write up. Kau igt aku mesin cetak?

Asik-asik nak meeting. Kau igt aku charge sejuta? Seribu pon tak sampai. Dah la bile meeting kau tak bagi aku ckp sepatah haram. Tu bukan meeting namenye, tu sesi hentam.

Skit-skit call. Ko igt aku kaunter pertanyaan? Talian hayat? Aku dah cakap, EMAIL je! Tapi ko sebuk nak call. Ade jugak orang tak paham bahasa. Aku suke email sebab ade black and white, kalau call, tade. FAHAM?

Aku reply email kau dgn penuh sopan santun. Ko plak asik hentam aku. Ko igt aku tak berani hentam balik? Sekali aku bagi, gugur rambut2 kau.

Ko cakap English aku berterabur, aku terima je. Bile aku tanye mana, ko suruh aku balik pastu edit. Edit ape? Kedekut ilmu. Kau cakap nak majukan bangsa, kau mimpi ke ape?

Kau kene faham. Aku pon ade commitment lain, ade keje lain aku kene siapkan. Aku pon manusia juga, ade mase aku tido, ade mase aku kene teman nenek, ade mase aku main. Tolonglah paham, masa aku bukan utk kau semate2.

Sudahlah, cakap lebih pon tak gune. Bukan kau bace pon blog ni.

Atuk Yg Comel

815 am, deras aku menuju ke bawah bersiap utk keluar sarapan. Atuk masih terbongkang, mimpi ‘dhuha’ gamaknya.

“Wan, dah makan ke belom? Ewin nak ajak kuar bfast”, ku bertanya.

“Dah, Wan dah makan roti tadi”.

Aku menuju ke dapur untuk meneguk segelas soya. Sejambak kunci telah ku sapu lalu meluncuri ruang tamu seperti kanak-kanak keriangan, sambil terbayang nasi lemak panas.

“EWIN!” atuk memanggil ku di muka pintu.

“Ye Wan?” aku menoleh lalu terlihat atuk mengaru susuknya yg kerdil.

“Wan nak ikut!”.

Alahai atuk aku ini, comel macam budak2.

ps: Orang kata, makin tua makin menjadi. Jadi ape, aku pon tak tahu.

A Fool For You

I’m reaching for you,
but my arms aren’t long enough.

I’m running to you,
if I could go a little faster.

I’m crying to you,
but I can’t hear my own voice.

I am waiting for you,
and trying not to fall asleep now.

I’m clumsily dancing away this fear,
I’m stumbling closer to you,
I’m tumbling over my pride,
I will be a fool for you.

…

ps: Lifehouse – Fool.. nice!

Studious

Sometimes I wonder,
Who do you study for?
Yourself or others?
For better or worst?

Sometimes I wonder,
Why are you hardworking?
It doesn’t promise you anything,
Nor give the access to everything.

Sometimes I wonder,
How do you study?
Tentative or loosely?
With loud mp3 or quietly.

No matter who, why or how,
I’m here beside you,
Watching you diligently,
I know you could use a good company.

…

ps: Study hard my dear!

Home

Your voice sounds like home,
It echoes everytime I’m away.

Your voice sounds like home,
I can rest my head and not worry bout tomorrow.

Your voice sounds like home,
The place I’d resort to after a long day.

Your voice sounds like home,
Where I’d seek refuge from thunder and storm.

Your voice sounds like home,
I’d protect it with all my might.

….

ps: I told you I’d write about you.

Angkat Bakul 1

I think this is by far the best unselfish post I have ever written.

Everytime I read it, tears would fill my eyes.

Is it me, or does everyone else awed themselves once in a while?