terror
Main Entry:ter.ror
1:panic: an overwhelming feeling of fear and anxiety
2:a person who inspires fear or dread; "he was the terror of the neighborhood"
3:a very troublesome child
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Contengan Jalanan Fend [aka creep~street symphony]

"...antara Fender dan warna-warna...
...antara muzik jalanan dan jalan cari Tuhan...
...ini cerita orang-orang itu...
....ini cerita masa lalu..."
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Contengan Jalanan [Ramadhan] Fend

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Biru
Part I
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[tunas]
"...I say...
...heyday...
....enough said..."
GreaTroublemaker_i
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GreaTroublemaker_[i'm a senior]
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Magnificent7[the legend]
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rooftop rant
"...lontarkan...
...kalau tidak ia meracun...
...kongsikan...
....walau hanya pada awan-awan..."

Part I
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Part II
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komik bidadari besi

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anthem

"...everybody has a past...
...everybody lives a present...
...everybody deserves a future...
...that was I and this is me..."


VERSUS
"....Minn..AO...and the sun....
....the past vs the present...
...skate and the street...changes and turning points in life....
...everything is under His will....."


Ked's Story
...Ked...Hadiah...Nawal...a lady....a romeo...a skater...
.....Florida-Virginia....
....everything is okay in the end.if it's not okay, then it's not the end....

GT_i~Trilogy

GreaTroubleMaker_i
"....heyday of the honeymoon year...
...Form4,Kolej Tunas...
....Addin and the GT_i....."

GreaTroubleMaker[i'm a senior]
".....enter the SPM year...aarrrggghhh....
.....budak jenayah bertemu buku dengan rak bukunya....
.....ice vs ice...ferum vs aluminium....
...Addin Shah vs Benz Alif...."

GT_i[i'm outta teens]
".....i want to have nothing to do with him..."
"...knowing a Didi and an Addin..."
"...changes of equation...
from Addin Shah vs Benz Alif=Didi+Benji..."


5tahun5bulan
".....a Plain Jane's diary....
....growing up and learnin ain't easy...
...not another mere fuzzy-mushy entries...
...antara Sultan Mansur,Jebat dan Hang Li Po,it's just part of the story...."


Schubert's Serenade
"...kasih sayang...
...ada di mana-mana...
...untuk semua...
....untuk sesiapa je yang mencari..."



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Monday, March 26, 2012
pre-upchucking

salam and greetings to all

blogdrive has been such a good companion since 2005.however,due to the unresolved dwindling technical limitations,i've to resort to finding a new home.hence,here i am.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Teaser:Contengan Jalanan [K²] - iii

Pulling  the good cop,bad cop act when approaching things is actually a game of Russian Roulette.A classic case of hit or miss (or a disastrous backfire).But sometimes it's the only way that works.In this case, to get a point across.

It seems that the previous entry has got people contemplating and thinking,Alhamdulillah.Misunderstandings and misinterpretations;belakang kira for now.We'll address  more on the issue and the reaction churned when we talk integrity (regarding intellectual property that is,it'll take more than one entry to talk about integrity as a whole) with K² later.


Anyway,back to this particular teaser for Contengan Jalanan [K²].The contengan regarding this chapter is about the organized randomness.I don't know whether you'll see it as I do,but I'll try to give it a go.

Allah created so many things that the list is endless.Taking the human race for instance is a mind-boggling example.Not one single person from The Prophet Adam to the bub born to this very second is the same (unless,if He wills it,that is).

I've been blessed with the chances to get to know quite a number of people from different walks of life,alhamdulillah.No other person is quite the same.And if all of us are coloured fairy-dust,we'll make some sort of crazy bling-bling sparkle of shades that can blind any minimalist for good =] (figuratively speaking of course)

I was at the airport waiting for the flight home once.Exchaged polite smiles with this one pakcik while queing  to pay,and the next thing I knew,we were talking music.He was going to a Jazz Festival in Norfolk Island.The lines of conversation'd be along the lines of appreciating Gershwin and his work.We were from different hemispheres,has pretty much nothing in common but the appreciation of good music,and we clicked.

I was staring into space,lost in my own thoughts,  in a crowded shopping mall.I was yanked out of my trance when I felt a presence right in front of me.An elderly lady gently asked, 'dear,are you alright?'.Good conscience is something that almost every single being can relate to.Despite all the differences in faith,religion,beliefs,and physiques.

We busted the car's front-tyre during one of our road-trips in the middle of a highway once.An Indian guy driving a company truck stopped to give us a hand.The quality of a Good Samaritan knows no earthly labels.

I've had loooong coverstion with a Chinese pak cik on a bus trip going home once.He talked his wisdom,and I obligedly listen for two solid hours.It all started with the mini zipped tafsir that I had in my hand that he mistaken as a money-bag.Giving me street-wise advice to survive with the alarming rate of moral decay that's taking the rest of the world down with it.

Backpacking,be it done locally or overseas (especially the solo escapades) is a good way to experience the vast diversity of  human nature  (or in my opinion at least).In any backpacking haunts,the lounge and the kitchen are usually the spot where everyone  mingle and get acquainted over their similarities and differences.

There is indeed an order in the chaotic randomness of differences.

Deep inside each and everyone of us,there're invisible strands that connected  each and every single one of us.There're some common grounds that bring people together.

And being His,is the greatest connection of all.It's just that not something that everybody can relate to.Yet =]

I guess the alkaline seawater did has something to do with being the NaOH to my corrosive HCl =)

Note to self:The impression that when you're on the road and away from home give you more time to write,doesn't work every time it seems.Oh well...

May Allah bless.

p/s: Pesta Buku Antarabangsa Kuala Lumpur starts today!Hampir terlupa nak letak entry on that.Visit the JS family at their booth and show some love.

 

"Pergi mana K²?"

                "Santubong."

                "Apa benda yang kau nak cari kat Sarawak tu?"

                Rainforest World Music Festival."

                Fend mencari kalendar di atas meja.Bibirnya kemudian mengukir sengih. "It's that time of the year,huh?" K² dipandangnya.

 

                Ada orang yang kata dia gila.Dia hanya senyum.Peduli apa.Kalau berhabis duit pun,duit yang habis tu duit dia.Dengan hadir ke festival ni saban tahun,dah bermacam jenis manusia dia jumpa.Dah bermacam jenis bangsa dari segala macam jenis negara dia sapa dan gelak ketawa bersama.Dah tentunya.Dah festival ni namanya perhimpunan antarabangsa,dan tentu manusia dari segenap ceruk dunia ada.

                Tahun lepas kumpulan Huun Huur Tu dari Tuva jadi artis jemputan untuk malam kemuncak.Tengok kumpulan folk music dari republic Rusia yang bersempadan dengan Mongolia tu buat persembahan,buatkan terasa diri macam tercampak masuk era Genghis Khan.Ke masuk era Manchu?Tak kisah la mana-mana pun.Yang penting dia sempat belajar main gendang dünggür dari salah seorang delegasi Tuva tu.

                Tahun ni,giliran Te Vaka yang buat persembahan.Kumpulan South Pacific Fusion dari New Zealand tu buat dia rasa nak je pergi sambar hula-skirt satu.Join berentap sekali atas pentas tu.Walaupun memang dia tak faham bahasa Tokelauan,Tuvaluan atau Samoa,tapi drumbeat tu cukup nak berbahasa dengan bahagian otaknya yang faham erti muzik.

                Hadirnya ke Santubong saban tahun bukan hanya kerana drumbeat,atau panggilan not-not muzik semata.Hadirnya ke sini berganti tahun kerana di sini dia dapat mengenal dunia.Di sini dia bertemu manusia yang datang dari bermacam negara.Dan di perkampungan ini walaupun semua datang dari latarbelakang bahasa berbeza,bahasa muzik itu yang menjadikan mereka sama.

                Dia tak perlu ke Belgium untuk kenal Hayes dan Hans,tak perlu ke Perancis untuk kenal Pierre,tak perlu ke Las Vegas untuk kenal Matt,dan tak perlu ke Jamaica untuk kenal Clement.Semuanya dia kenal ketika berkampung di tanah Santubong ni.

                Ramai orang yang kenal dia akan kata Ku Kamaruzzaman itu adalah seorang manusia yang anti-cliché.

                Memang pun.

                Anti-orthodox.

                Pun memang.

                Hidup pakai law sendiri.

                Selalunya.

                Fend sendiri selalu kata yang K² tak berapa sesuai duduk Tanah Melayu.Kepala tak boleh nak ikut mentaliti tipikal orang Melayu.

 

                "Aku pun tak tau nak kata la kau ni sebenarnya menurun dari siapa."

                "Menurun apanya?" K² yang tengah menabur beras berwarna di tengah kanvas terbentang terhenti dari kerja.Dia angkat muka. "Suku-sakat aku mana ada keturunan dukun."

                Heh.Fend sengih.

                "Keturunan bidan pun tak ada." K² mencapai segenggam beras yang dah diwarna dengan dye merah darah.

                Haha.Ketawa Fend pecah terus.

                K² senyum menggeleng.Terus menyambung kolam di depannya.Kolam beras berwarna-warni tu mula membentuk naga Cina melingkari keris Melayu.

                "Aku rasa kau ni sebenarnya kena kenan la." Fend yang bersila di tepi kanvas kolam K² menggosok dagu. "Kau ni fikir bukan pakai kepala orang Melayu,kau tau?Aku rasa kau ni kenan dengan mamat Hippie tersesat."

                Hampir tersungkur K² masuk ke dalam kolam beras. "Kenan Hippie?!"

                Fend angkat sebelah bahu dengan muka selamba. "Kau tak rasa ke?"

                K² buat muka.

                "Cara kau memang fikir segala benda memang non-conventional."Fend mula membilang dengan jari.

                "Aku kreatif." Segenggam lagi beras merah dicapai dari tupperware plastik banyak-banyak yang bersusun di tepi kanvas.

                "Cara fikir kau gaya Mat Salleh."

                "Aku Jebat."

                "Kau fikir benda semua main skala luar alam."

                "Aku artis."

                "Kau tak fikir macam orang lain."

                "Aku beridentiti."

                "Malas aku nak layan kau."

                "Aku lawyer."

                Haha.Meriah ketawa mereka pecah.

               

                Mungkin ada betulnya apa yang Fend cakap tu.Dan dia senang dengan benda tu.Malas nak kisah apa yang orang lain fikir.Melemaskan kalau segala benda nak kena diletakkan dalam garis dan sempadan,tak ke?Sempadan budaya la,sempadan bahasa la,sempadan bangsa la,sempadan negara la,sempadan entah-apa-lagi-la.

                Malas nak fikir.

                Baik fikir benda yang boleh meletakkan semua orang atas satu lantai yang sama tanpa bagi kusut urat kepala.

                "Yoh!" Laungan kuat tu mengejutkan monolognya.Lamunan yang tadi hanyut sambil ralit melihat bilah kipas berpusing.K² berpaling.

"Hawaii Five-O,c'mon!" Suara Øystein melaung. Øystein,percussionist dari Norway.Namanya dipendekkan jadi Stan untuk memudahkan panggilan.Lelaki tu berdiri di belakang set timpani dengan sengih lebar.

LJ yang memang dah sedia duduk di belakang drumset mengangkat drumstick di tangan. "I'm ready!."

"In!" Danny si guitarist dari Indonesia yang tengah meriba Gibsonnya angkat tangan.

"In!" Ron yang tengah duduk di sebelah Ibanez yang tersandar di guitar-stand turut sama angkat tangan.

                "Hawaii Five-O?" Russo yang tengah meriba didgeridoo di lantai sengih. "Hey,Tony!!" Pemain didgeridoo dari Australia melaung ke arah kirinya.

                Tony,pemain bansuri dari Sri Lanka tu mengangkat seruling di tangannya tanda mendengar laungan tu. "Hans!"

                Keyboardist dari Belgium tu dah melangkah ke arah keyboard di sebelah set timpani dengan sengih lebar. 'Hear hear."

                "K²!"

                K² yang duduk berlunjur bertongkat lengan di sebelah Tony sengih ke arah Stan yang dah bercekak pinggang.Nama je break antara sesi.Tapi takkan pernah sunyi tanpa jamming session sendirian berhad.

                "K²!" Makin tinggi suara Stan bila tengok K² tak bergerak.Dia mengisyaratkan kepala ke arah set conga drum di sebelah set timpani.

                "Bossy." K² sengih sambil bangun.Tangan menyapu belakang jeans.T-shirt Pagoda putih nipis yang melekat di badan ditarik melepasi kepala sambil berjalan ke arah set conga.

                Tony,Russo dan Hans ketawa mendengar kata-kata K² tu.Stan hanya sengih lebar.Tak kisah la nak kata apa pun.Janji boleh main.

                "Version?" Pagoda dimasukkan ke dalam saku belakang jeans.Dibiarkan terjulur keluar.Tangan membetulkan letak dogtag dan Leo di leher.Nak main lagu ni patut sambar hula-skirt satu.Baru feel.

                "Original?The Venture?" Hans yang berdiri di belakang keyboard pandang Stan.Minta kepastian.

                "Original." Serentak semua yang lain menjawab.Ketawa pecah.

                K² sengih.Warna kulit sorang-sorang yang ada kat sini,range dia dari putih pucat,kepada putih merah,kepada putih kuning,pada sawo matang,pada gelap legam.Tapi boleh faham 'bahasa' yang sama.

                Senang cerita.

                Stan angkat drumstick tinggi-tinggi melepasi kepala.Semua yang lain siap dengan instrument masing-masing.K² menggosok telapak tangan.Stan mengetuk drumstick membuat kiraan.

                "3…4….1…2…."

                Drumstick LJ bertemu floor-tom.Yang lain mengikut masuk mengikut cue masing-masing.Sama dengan bunyi timpani dan conga yang menyusul.

                Ibanezz bass masuk menyertai.Hans di belakang keyboard ambil alih bahagian trumpet.

                Solo trumpet kemudian berganti dengan solo bansuri Tony;menggantikan bahagian solo untuk flute.

                Rentak tangan bertemu kulit conga drum makin menggila.

                Dia dah naik hantu!

                One can become a million,and a million can become one.


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Monday, April 11, 2011
Teaser:Contengan Jalanan [K²] - ix


salam and greetings to all,

this's a piece from Contengan Jalanan [K²].Contengan Jalanan,true to its title,really is a contengan.And while I'm putting this teaser up,might as well do my own contengan regarding this particular chapter too.More like a 7 years worth of rant actually.Haha.Bear with me.

Never imitate.Create.

A few years back while corresponding with KakYah regarding the trends and patterns in the book industry, this line came up, 'It's okay,kakyah.Kita kan indie yang tak ikut orang'.

Whenever I'm doing anything artsy,I usually pull a Jesse James more than half the time ; ie : being an outlaw. I don't really follow any particular technical rules,nor trends (except for my own Code of Conducts).

The first time the hikayats were out in the blogs,people went 'man,never crossed anything like you yet,weirdness and all' (I paraphrased) ,and with that,I'm glad.Because I know there and then that I've stamped everything from the butchered language,overused phrases and any little quirks no matter how weird it was,as purely mine.No cheap imitations.

I guess I'd rather have people streotyping me as being ME,rather than regarding me as an entity with no identity (or worse,an copycat cloned copies).The phrases that I used,the storylines that I used;well yeah…sometimes the overusings need to be done because uh…apparently people freaked out when I'm not being me (whatever that means)?Rooftop Rant is an example.And I think Contengan Jalanan will create the same reaction too,if not,close.


And to a certain extent,I AM a stereotype.A stereotype of being myself that is.Haha.No,seriously.

To a certain extent,I guess I'm allowed to have my own personal pet-peeves regarding this create vs imitate case.I've quite a low tolerance towards copycats.

There's a difference between taking inspirations versus taking-things-bulat-bulat-pretending-like-it's-yours,mind you. And of couse,there's the theory of the polygenesis and diffusion of ideas as well.But when you see an almost exact storyline peppered with your own little trademarks in the lines,I guess a little tired sigh is allowed,no?At least I'm not voodoo-chopping the said Xerox-ies.The word 'acknowledgement' is not a mere jumble of alphabets,y'know.

Never imitate.Create.

Be yourself.Whenever you're creating something,the piece created is an extension of you,not others.If you want to be proud of what you did,creating it from scratch,from what's inside of you will sure give you pride.Maybe it'll look all sloppy at a first try, (mine did) but you can always slap a proud grin on your face and say, 'I created that.I came up with the idea myself'.Feels good to say that,aint it?


Don't get me wrong.It's totally okay to absorb inspirations from the people and things around you.Songs that you heard while waiting for your roti canai,pictures you saw in the LRT,comics you read,TV shows you saw at the cafeteria,the abang jual ikan at the Pasar Tani,books that you read…or the other whatevers that trigger,but then shape it so that it'll become yours.Hyundai created Getz,Suzuki created Swift.Both are compact cars,but each has individual features that make them distinctly THEM.

Some might say, 'just be proud of yourself,you're a trendsetter!'

I guess there's a thin line between that and the things I'm ranting about here.

Let's take a look on things that're more personal.

I'd become quitely rankled whenever I see a 'May Allah bless' from random strangers,actually.Or when it pops out with no meaning like some sort of substitute of 'peace out'.Maybe some'll say 'haiya….stop being so petty!'.I know…I know….but again…Never imitate.Create.

The reason behind me being whiny on that is because the line is actually a preserved memory of me and a best-friend of mine in high-school.Sue me for being petty,but that simple line has deeper meanings to me,apart from the deeper,greater literal meaning.

Again. Never imitate.Create.

Come up with something to call it your own.Something like 'may Allah bless you and me,and the rest of the universe.World peace'.I guess this's mine as well?Heh.

Same goes with the list of numbers marking the date and time for the timeframe of having the work done.There's always one at the end of each piece for those of you who didn't notice.The time-stamp format is actually a very very private personal thing.It is actually a me-abah momento.So,when seeing others using the same format,inadvertently feels like an insult to the memory.Not joking.

Hence,Never imitate.Create.and of course in the end all the credit goes to Him the Almighty.But He also taught us the value of integrity.

May Allah bless.

p/s : thanks for reading n shoutouting =].and for bearing with me being a bear-saurus.haha.has been a great 7 years,and counting.thanks again.maaf for the tone of this piece as well,i'm a bit under the weather =] but I personally think it's  waaaay long overdue.

and oh..blogdrive punya notification masih down,maka anda mungkin takkan dapat notification kalau ada entry baru

God,I need a break…enough Atlas on acid alredi...

0922:11042011

T-shirt Pagoda tie-dye ungu-biru tu dibetulkan letak lehernya di badan.T-shirt yang jadi hasil kerjanya lepas bosan tengok Pagoda putih yang bersusun dalam almari.Ye la,.mana ada baju Pagoda warna lain selain dari warna putih.Dia suka Pagoda pasal dua sebab je,sejuk bila pakai dan serap peluh.Tu je.

                Letak tali pengikat pendant Leo dan rantai ID dogtag di leher turut dibetulkan.Letak ikat rambut di belakang kepala pun sama ditelek.Tangan kanan kemudian mencapai drumstick sepasang yang tersadai di atas floor-tom.Diketuk perlahan di atas snares.

                "Rehat kejap la kot." Pa'an mengesat peluh di dahi.

                Yang lain hanya mengangguk setuju.Gitar disandar pada stand.Drumstick dibiar tinggal di atas snares.Azad dah mencapai botol air.Fend pun sama.Pa'an terus bersila di lantai dengan dahi berkerut merenung score arrangement di tangan untuk Revelation.Ada bahagian yang tak kena dan dia rasa tak puas hati la tu.Lagu dia tulis,jangan kacau dia nak kerja.Semua orang maklum dengan benda tu.

                Dari setengah jam tadi mereka buat test-drive untuk Revelation dari atas ke bawah.Masuk korus je mesti sangkut.Sampai Fend si tukang vokal pun dah naik mengah nak menjerit not tinggi.

                Erdi turut sama bersila di sebelah Pa'an. Memanjangkan leher nak tengok bahagian mana yang rasa boleh diubah.Sebagai co-writer dia ada mandat la nak masuk campur.Kalau tak,mau percuma je kena siku dengan Pa'an.

 

                No secret,no lies

                Naked words coming down

tumbling from the tainted skies

Littering even dirtier streets              

mucked by he and she,and their shady traits

 

                K² yang bersila di sebelah Azad mengangguk-angguk kepala sambil humming korus Revelation,dengan hujung jemari kanan mengetuk kepala lutut mengikut beat di dalam kepala.Azad pula bersiul jadi bunyi background mengiringi.Fend yang duduk bersandar di dinding,mata dah terpejam.

                "Lagi dua minggu dah nak puasa la,kan." Azad menuturkan tiba-tiba.

                "Hmm."

                Waktu bulan puasa memang waktu slow.Jamming session mana buat selalu waktu bulan puasa.Biasanya dua minggu lepas raya baru pick-up balik rancak untuk nak masuk studio.Rumah terbuka kiri kanan depan belakang la katakan.

                "Aku tak fikir lagi tahun ni punya baju raya nak pilih warna apa." Azad menggosok dagu.

                "Masuk je kedai,pejam mata,cekup satu.Dah.Selesai masalah." Pa'an menggumam dengan dahi masih berkerut merenung score.

                "Antiklimaks la kau." Azad cebik.

                Pa'an buat tak layan.

                Ruang studio tu kini hanya diisi suara Pa'an yang membebel sendiri dan suara Erdi mencelah bagi cadangan.K² kini dah tukar lagu.Tak lagi humming bahagian korus Revelation.

                "Kalau susah sangat instrument nak masuk waktu korus tu,kita buat je terus lagu ni jadi five-part harmonies." Erdi sengih pada Pa'an.

                Pa'an ketawa besar. "Acapella?"

                "Dah tu?Kita cukup lima orang apa….." Sengih Erdi masih tak padam.

                Ketawa Pa'an masih bersisa.Dia kembali menghadap score di tangan. "Weng la kau…..sejak bila Creepy Hues sama macam Boys II Men?"

                Ketawa pecah.

                "Not bad apa five-part harmonies." K² angkat sebelah bahu.

                "Kau…." Telunjuk Pa'an lurus ke arah K². "….jangan nak mula."

K² sengih selamba. "Sailing." Ucapnya sepatah.

"Sailing.Lagu Christopher Cross tu?" Pa'an angkat kening sebelah. "Tu bukan five-parts la."

 "Aku lagi suka versi N'Sync dari versi Christopher Cross." Riak muka K² masih tak berubah.

                "Kau tau tak N'sync tu boyband?" Azad geleng kepala.

                "So?" K² angkat sebelah bahu sambil membetulkan ikat rambut. "That JC guy has a good vocal,they've good harmonies.Apa aku kisah diorang tu siapa."        

                "Kau ni memang buat bulu roma aku meremang la." Azad menggumam sambil menggosok lengan. "Lelaki jenis apa dengar lagu boyband?"

                "Yang bukan stereotaip." Fend yang menjawab dengan mata masih terpejam. "Ada pernah kau tengok ke lelaki sejati lain pakai Pagoda tie-dye warna kuning-pink dan masih boleh jalan tegak?"

                Haha.Meriah ketawa pecah.

                "Aku orang seni." K² buat muka.

                "Kau je K²….kau je…." Azad menepuk-nepuk bahu K².

                "Bosan la ikut tiru orang." K² sengih sumbing. "Identitinya mana?"

                "Hah." Pa'an menepuk score di tangan tiba-tiba.

                Empat kepala beralih ke arahnya.

                "Apanya?"

                "Kenapa?"

                "Dah jumpa?"

                "Tukar mana?"

                Fend buka mata.

                Mata Pa'an bersinar memandang yang lain. "Untuk korus ni,kita kill instrument untuk every alternate line.Letak solid vocal je."

                Kening Azad naik tinggi. "Tak pernah orang buat dalam scene ni de…." Bibirnya mengukir sengih.

                Sejenak Erdi membayangkan dalam kepala. "Bertambah-tambah lagi chilly." Dia angkat tangan. "Sold!"

                K² angguk. "I like."

                "Beauty."

                Never imitate.Create.


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Thursday, March 31, 2011
anthem;revisited [hlovate goes...random]

            "Kakak."

            Dash berpaling. "Hey,baby." Dia menarik senyum segaris.

            "Kakak...jangan baby me around la.Sampai mati budak-budak lain pakat ungkit sebut nanti." Hakim menjulingkan mata sambil melangkah ke sofa.Namun ketawanya pecah juga.

            "Sue me." Dash sengih selamba. "I'm your kakak apa.I could baby-bucuk you ikut suka hati."

            "Whatever."Hakim menghempas tubuh di sebelah Dash. "So...."

            Dash mengalih pandang dari Antonio Banderas yang menarikan tango di skrin TV ke arah Hakim di sebelahnya.Menanti ayat itu habis.Keningnya terangkat sebelah bertanya.

            "What was that?"

            "What was that what?" Kening Dash terangkat sebelah lagi.

             "The one yang kakak dengan anak Uncle Husni tu?" Sekilas Hakim memandang kakaknya sebelum mengalih mata pada Take The Lead di skrin.

            "Tak ada apa." Pendek Dash menjawab dengan mata di TV.

            "C'mon la,kakak...Kakak memang muka tak reti menipu,kay..." Hakim mencebik. "At least I'm the one yang can see right through you la.I still can't believe mama and ayah fell for that tipu yang you caught cold from playing soccer dulu konon,padahal pasal sneaking out partying all night long kat Kudzu and lepas tu walking all the way home at 3.30 in the morning tengah drizzle."

            "O...kay..." Dash angkat kedua belah tangan tanda mengalah.Bahaya budak Hakim ni. "You're not gonna kantoi spill on me,aren't you?" Mencerun mata Dash memandang Hakim. "You're so dead kalau you nak blackmail kakak."

            "Only if you tell me what's the deal with you and the aura bunuh you kasi keluar siang tadi." Hakim sengih selamba memandang kakaknya. "Or was it sexual tension?"

            Laju tangan Dash menampar belakang bahu Hakim. "Banyak la kau punya sexual tension." Dash mengetap gigi.

            "Dah tu..." Sengih selamba Hakim masih tak padam. "So...what was it?"

            "The cerita goes way back." Dash melepas nafas perlahan sambil memejam mata dan bersandar pada belakang sofa. "You dun wanna know la,Hakim."

            "Hah..ha..Humour me." Hakim jelir lidah. "Hakim dah merasa lalu kakak punya ice-cream craving phase,boy-crazy phase,corny cheesy movie nights bila you got those break-ups breakdowns,tambah and all those PMS times .....nothing could suprise me anymore." Dia sengih sambil menghadap tubuhnya ke arah Dash. "C'mon kakak...spill."

            Ketawa Dash pecah tiba-tiba. "Eww...Hakim,you sound so like a girl it's freaky." Dia memandang Hakim dengan mata bulat yang dibuat-buat. "You're still straight,ke tak dah?"

            "Kakak!" Bahu Dash ditolak kasar.Hampir Dash jatuh terbalik dari sofa. "There.How gay was that?"

            Haru betul adik aku sorang nie.Dash membetulkan kembali sila. "Kot ye pun...nak mencederakan kakak sendiri ke apa?"

            Hakim hanya ketawa. "Baby." Dia mencebik mengusik.

            Dash buat muka. "Kakak bagi left hook nanti,mau senak perut seminggu."

            Hakim menjulingkan mata. "So.Balik cerita kakak dengan anak Uncle Husni." Dia sengih menghadap kakaknya.

            Dash melepas nafas perlahan.Adik aku yang sorang ni memang la....Selagi tak dapat apa yang dia nak...

            "Kakak...." Hakim merengek.

            "Dah besar tagun pun nak merengek macam tu ke?" Dash ketawa.

            "Tak kisah la janji I get my way." Hakim sengih selamba. "So?You and anak Uncle Husni....?"

            Dash memandang Hakim dengan senyum nipis segaris.Kemudian lambat-lambat dia membawa tangan kanan meraup wajah. "Betul nak tau?"

            "Betul la ni."

            "Tapi jangan over pulak."

            "Over apa?"

            "Hakim kan drama queen."

            "Banyak la drama queen!" Sekali lagi bahu Dash ditolak.

            Dash hanya ketawa kecil.

            "Teruknya la kakak nak bagi tau mamat tu siapa..." Hakim menjulingkan mata. "Biar Hakim teka je la.Kekasih lama?"

            Rasa nak terbalik je ke lantai.Bulat mata Dash memandang Hakim. "Banyak la kau punya kekasih lama!"

            "Dah tu?!Tanya tak nak jawab!"

            Dash menghela nafas panjang. "Ingat Hitler?" Wajah Hakim direnungnya.

            Hakim merenungnya kembali dengan muka kelam.Kemudian matanya bulat bila fikiran mula mencerna nama itu dengan ingatannya. "Dia?!!"

            ______________________________________

salam and greetings to all,

this's a very very random entry.i was rummaging through the hard disk,and found this.haha....bertahun dah kot tinggalkan [anthem].here's part of the unfinished long-lost piece.

may Allah bless

p/s:blogdrive ada system glitch kot.notifications memang tak sampai kat email2 yang dah masuk notification list.maka harapnya jangan buat spekulasi yang saya buang email anda dari notification list.hoho.lodge aduan pada admin blogdrive jika mau vent.trimas.




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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Mari berikan laluan.....

salam dan selamat sejahtera semua

kita berikan laluan

kepada perjalanan

sebuah Contengan Jalanan


yang membosankan.



may Allah bless

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Monday, December 06, 2010
hlovate goes....ABCDE [December 2010]


salam and greetings to all
insya-Allah the upcoming piece will be an Adiwarna.hoho
let's just see how it goes
and hopefully it goes well.ameen

thanks for all the support.really.
it has never crossed my wildest dream that
I got to have my very own fanpage on Facebook someday.
it just makes me go [o.o'] everytime it is mentioned
thanks again
=)

we've made Hlovate@Ntahapahapantah works
now let's try to make Hlovate@Adiwarna a not too shabby one,
shall we?

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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Up next.....







salam and greetings to all

out in December 2010,insyaAllah
:)

may Allah bless






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Monday, October 18, 2010
Maka si derhaka pun berkata....


Usul Menyongsong Asal,Dipangkas Pucuk Kembali Ke Pangkal

[dengan apologi kepada:
1)Istana Bahasa Tinggi yang pernah di sana kasih dan cintaku tumpah.Sayang,kini hanya terbiar bersepah di tanah.Selagi kerabat berdarah cair itu memandang marhaen picisan ini sebagai sampah.
2)Tuah-Tuah yang....setia]


Dia

pahlawan terbuang
Dia
ke seberang
Dia
menjadi anak dagang
Dia
bak Panglima Awang
Dia
burung yang dulu terbang
Dia
yang kini menghayun kepak mencari sarang
Dia
sirih yang dilayangkan ke gagang
Dia
si Tenggang yang mahu pulang

Aku
tempoh hari pulang ke istana
Aku
cuba kembali pada asal kononnya
Aku
senyum pada sang raja,pendekar dan bentara
Aku
diberi balasan senyum dari mereka
Aku
bertemu sang kerabat pula
Aku
jelak sekali pada lakunya
Aku
sedar diri masih bernama Jebat jua
Aku
Jebat yang derhaka   
Aku
namun rela dan berbangga dengan gelarannya
Aku
biar diangkat langkah ini kembali berkelana

Aku dan dia
kembali tertutup hati untuk pulang ke sana
selagi genta-genta kosong itu masih bising menyalak raja

[1740:18102010 TJ]

____________________________________

1)sah ini namanya kecamuk demam.
2)sah ini namanya kecamuk dalaman
3)aku masih juga marhaen picisan [yang langsung tak kukisah walau sekuman]


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Thursday, September 23, 2010
some psychedelic verbal[or non] technicolor yawn is way overdue when...

....everything goes Katrina [the hurricane;i know no other Katrina]

haha


[warning:this's a personal rant,an emergency outlet to blow off steam before the engine goes rampant.feel free to leave if you feel that it has nothing to do with your pretty self :) ]


time flies,that's what people say.
but in my current state it feels like time is hitching a ride with one of Vostok's old shuttle;on steroid.
and like Vostok's,it just barged through all the -ospheres layers with no qualms.at all.
and it left yours truly bewildered,for the walking beat is still faithfully an adante,with no sign of going over 60mph anytime soon.
and it is much more perplexing when it left the scattered pieces of -ospheres's equivalent in its trail and the only thought able to come up is the overrated 'what on earth is going on?'


when one is in dire need of a downtime,the 'desperate time calls for desperate measure' sums it nicely,i'd say.
i know that my state of mind is in such a turmoil and in dire need of some downtime when
:my earbuds started to spill Matrix's Tetsujin,preceded by Fausto Papetti hitting the notes on his sax with Blue Moon,followed by Cat Steven/Yusuf Islam's Morning Has Broken,then complimented by Le Reve's Filet [you dun wanna know the rest,trust me]
even my iTunes has gone rampant.sheesh.gone rampant way before its owner does.


such state usually calls for a decent mindless cerebral banter,or rambling,or rant.or just something plain witty to crack me up.unfortunately,nobody's available for sparring.


cue,another diversion is in order.


something like Khairyn Othman's book.i totally dig her sense of humor.wry and dry.it's wicked,really[at last for me].unfortunately my copy of DZS is nowhere to be found.the only reading material scattered on my bedspread right now are Sejarah Melayu,Hikayat Misa Taman Jayeng Kusuma, and a pamphlet on Pasir Salak for reseach and backgound reading.so I got into her blog and Scribd.wicked awesomeness.oh my dear comrade,how I love thee~!


the i got diverted to another comnrade's page; PinguToha.
i think his page totally caught me off-guard,and speechless.a good kind of speechless.
the straight line was tugged into a curve.
and then i couldnt help it.
i laughed.
thanks,comrade.


i think i feel significantly better now.
[even iTunes is recovering i think,it's playing Kenny G's rendition of I Believe I Can Fly right now]


come,weekend.let's pull a Sukiyaki on acid.


may Allah bless :)


 

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Thursday, September 09, 2010
Salam Eidul Fitri




assalamualaikum and greetings to all

Allahu akbar
Allahu akbar
Allahu akbar
wa lilla hil hamd

selamat kembali kepada fitrah
minal 'aideen wal faizin


salam eidulfitri buat semua
maaf zahir dan batin
bagi apa yang ter.... ,sengaja, atau tidak
yang sempat di'brake' atau terlajak

moga kesan intensif di madrasah Ramadhan
dibawa berkekalan ke Ramadhan yang akan datang,insya-Allah

moga Allah merahmati




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