Someone knocked my inbox with an opportunity that left me grinning for the past hour. An opportunity I’ve always thought not qualified for.
I just deleted a whole load of things I just wrote for this post. Sometime later, someone will read it wrongly and tell me how emotional I am.
If I am told to be less emotional, it is as if I am told to be less of myself.
And all I can think of is this, the poem I read on Saturday.
Aku. Tiga. Dan Lima.
ini kata puisi
dari karyawan yang lara.
barangkali bikin hujan timpa
kisah cinta dihisab
satu malam panjangnya.
mengenai si tiga
dengan yang ke lima.
kalau aku kira sepuluh
kembali ke nombor satu
mungkin tiga dan lima akan ku curi
bawa pergi. jauh dari sini.
mungkin kita lenjun ketika ribut melanda
biar demam dalam kehangatan cinta.
bersama tiga. dan lima.
kalau empat tambah satu
dan empat tolak satu
tiga dan lima masih milikku.
hei tiga dan lima
lantang kau laung kata cintamu
yang dengar bukan satu, bukan seribu.
dan juga bukan aku.
tapi lagak karya sasar amir hamzah
atau nobatan cinta ilahi si rumi
ini puisi insan bernama abby
nombor ganjil tidak bererti
jadi biarlah aku, tiga dan lima
di dalam hutan gelap puaka
bermadu cinta manja dan lara
kerana kami semua
bukan uda, bukan dara.
hanya aku. tiga. dan lima.
We can’t blame the kids who misused drugs because they’re dead. We just need to tell the others that it is not worth it. At all. Sigh.
Kalau seorang pemuzik bersetuju dengan tanggapan bahawa konsert itu sebuah konsert maksiat, dia perlu tahu ramai cari rezeki halal di situ.
There are men and women out there risking their own lives leaving loved ones to search for someone else’s loved ones.
Jangan berhenti berharap.
Everyone is doing their best. Please try to understand. Stop being negative about everything and preach negativity.
Terlampau laparkan maklumat, manusia mudah melontar kata sinis supaya air liurnya tidak meleleh.
Imagine the cost of the search team deployed – fuel, manpower, resources. I’m sure the authorities is exhausting as much as they can.
We just hope they are relentless in their trying while we ourselves deem helpless.
While some of us sits at the comfort of our homes scared of the haze outside and throw curses on their incompetence.
Please think that the things you say might hurt the people who are praying for hope.
I am so glad to grow up in a household where my dad makes breakfast, makes tea at night for mom and wash/iron his own clothes.
My Dad still does that at the age of 63 aside from teaching at a university full time.
Kakak tol just gave me a 60sen discount and when I asked why, she said, “Sikit je. Sebab ko.”
So who is more deserving of that filmmaking opportunity? Someone who spent 4 years in film school or someone with an amazing story to tell?