Ghostbusters

I was with some friends, driving, searching for a blog of a friend of mine. And somehow the blog had its own building, a premise like a shop. But when we stopped the kar - I'm not sure who's driving - it was in front of a terrace house. A low-kost house. We got out and I saw a few people wearing a device on their back, with a long nozzle in their hand. It was like something from the Ghostbusters; yeah, it was, aktually, a device to terminate ghosts. I saw them point the nozzle at the ghosts and push the trigger, shooting some kind of oil, which burned the woman-like white kloudy figures that were the ghosts. I think they were banshees. I then took the device from one of the humans and it seemed like I was doing it better than them; I was shooting brilliantly. And after burning a few ghosts, I ran out of oil, and I was a bit skared so I charged towards a ghost with my nozzle pointing at it and yeah, that killed the pitiful ghost too. I then woke up and ate my roti canai.

Wrong Turn

I was a soldier, fighting in a war. But from what I remember, we didn't use any gun or rifle. We just threw rocks at the enemy's bunker akross the field. We were fighting in Vietnam, I think. I thought of Vietnam bekause when we backed up, there were several young monks dressed in their usual orange-ish klothes koming to us from behind the building. They were friendly. It was at that time that I thought of bekoming a monk myself in order to save myself from the ruthless enemy soldiers, bekause there were two or three of them eskorting the monks and they seemed to do no harm to the little monks. We then greeted each other, with the sweetest smile on our faces. And it was blurry after that. What I remember is that I was already in my own house, being kidnapped by an older guy dressed in military uniform. He was a bad guy, I know it. He threatened to kill me. I don't know why though. But I was no longer a soldier at that time. I was rather helpless. But then I fought, I guess, bekause as soon as I realised it, I already had him down. I forcefully kept him on the floor, flat on his stomach and I held his hands together by the wrists. I used him as a shield and threatened to break his arms bekause there was another man who was his partner akross the living room trying to kill me, too. I was thinking of dragging my hostage to the kitchen to grab my favourite weapon - a knife - but I thought better of it and identified the risk of his fighting back. I then reached my hand towards the exhibition kupboard beside me and managed to grab a small knife, but sharp enough. The man akross the room was wary and his face told me that he was afraid of his partner's life being taken by me. It was then that I suddenly without much thinking, stabbed the guy under me repeatedly on his back. Then I ran towards his partner who had now fallen back into a chair, surprised by my aktion. And I stabbed him too, right through his heart, several times in kold blood. After I was sure he was dead, I got out of the house. I kaught a glimpse of the first man trying to get up - fuck. He was still alive! I klosed the door and reached one of the long bamboo sticks just beside the door that my mom used as a dekoration and put it akross the door through the door holder to prevent it from being opened from the inside. But I knew it was not strong enough. Inside the house next to mine were a few hostages, tied. They were a woman and two young children. I don't remember who they were but it kould be my family. I then ran outside looking for a reskue with the mad soldier a few yards behind me. Okay I don't know what the distance was exaktly as I'm bad at guessing it but to hell with it. I then ran towards the house of the neighbourhood kommittee and I was glad the door was open. I ran up the front stairs and as soon as I got into the house, the mad man left me. He'd been real klose before he gave up on me upon seeing the family in the house. I then shouted at them asking for help. They were surprised by my presence and I think I told them about my situation. But they were dumbfounded. I gave up on them and quickly reached for the phone. There were three of them; all home phones and I struggled a little to pick one that's funktioning. I dialled 999 and waited for some time before it was picked up by a woman operator. But hell! The operator was nothing like an emergency line operator would be. She was fucking slow and she talked to me like it was nothing emergency, despite my shouting and rushing tone. I shouted to her my address in despair, thinking about the three hostages in the house that would have probably been killed by the mad man now. Later, I don't know what happened but I was already in a four-wheel drive vehikle beside a woman who was driving and two young girls at the back. It kame to me now that they might be the hostages. We were chased by a family of psykotik killers who hung on our kar and tried to break in with knives and axes. And by the time the father tried to stab me through the window, I defensed myself with my hand which got stabbed, and I threw my knife at him, injuring him and thus making him lose grip on the kar and konsequently fall back. We managed to eskape them and drove towards outside the neighbourhood and I woke up, looking at my phone only to see that it was already 3.00 PM.

Day & Night

It happens again, I think. But this time it's not bekause I have to choose. It's simply bekause I'm not faithful. I mean, I do appreciate her, but she seems to distance herself from me. We are no longer what we were when it all started. Ah... it's all a mess.

O Sun, the only one that shines,
Are you setting, or are you rising,
O Sun, give me signs.

O Moon, the one brightens my nights,
Are you waiting, or are you going,
O Moon, give me lights.

p/s : Oh. I still have a way to get my ass out of this. I kan pray and hope that all this is just my imagination. If I hope a lot enough, it might as well bekome true. Kekeke.

Bakul Sampah Ajaib

Pada suatu hari, di dalam sebuah kelas, semasa waktu pembelajaran.

"Okey pelajar, ada mana-mana antara kamu yang tak faham tentang persamaan polifonik ketiga ni?" Cikgu Hamidah Jalil bertanya kepada pelajar-pelajarnya.

Salah seorang pelajarnya, Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali mengangkat tangan lalu berkata, "Aku masih tak faham, cikgu. Boleh kau tolong terangkan sekali lagi?"

Cikgu Hamidah Jalil terkejut dengan kata-kata Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali tersebut. Pelajar-pelajar lain pun ada yang terlopong, ada juga yang sudah membayangkan akibat dari soalan si Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali itu. Namun, berasakan yang dia mungkin tersalah dengar, memandangkan telinganya lupa dikorek pagi itu, Cikgu Hamidah Jalil bertanya kembali kepada pelajarnya yang agak kacak dan radikal itu.

"Apa Helmi? Boleh kamu ulang kembali bahagian mana yang kamu tak faham?" kata Cikgu Hamidah Jalil, dengan nada sedikit tertahan. Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali sambil tersenyum sopan dan dengan nada yang sama, mengulang kata-katanya. Kali ini dengan lebih jelas, "Aku masih tak faham, cikgu. Boleh kau tolong terangkan sekali lagi?"

Cikgu Hamidah Jalil, kali ini pasti dan yakin dengan apa yang didengarinya, terus menyinsing lengan baju kurung kain kapas Inggerisnya itu dan bercekak pinggang, mendedahkan gelang-gelang emas yang bersusun di lengannya, dan dengan wajah yang bengis menjerkah pelajarnya itu. "KAMU JANGAN JADI KURANG AJAR HELLMI! BERCAKAP DENGAN GURU, GUNA AKU-KAU, KAMU INGAT SAYA NI SIAPA? KAWAN SEPERMAINAN KAMU KE HAH?"

Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali sedikit terkejut dengan jerkahan guru Matematiknya itu. Rakan-rakan sekelasnya yang lain juga turut terkejut, bahkan melebih-lebih lagi, lebih dari si Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali yang dijerkahi itu sendiri. Ada yang mula ketar lutut. Ada yang memandang Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali dengan muka yang dicebirkan. Ada yang terlopong, dan ada juga yang tunduk, pura-pura tekun menjawab latihan sedangkan telinga dan minda tekun memberi perhatian kepada insiden yang sedang berlaku.

Walaubagaimanapun, Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali kelihatan kembali tenang dan terkawal dari rasa terkejutnya sebentar tadi. Dia menarik nafas dalam-dalam, lalu berkata, "Kenapa cikgu? Salah ke aku bercakap dengan kau macam ni?"

"KAMU MEMANG KURANG AJAR HELLMI! MANA BUDI BAHASA DAN HORMAT KAMU TERHADAP GURU? KAMU SEPATUTNYA MEMBAHASAKAN DIRI SEBAGAI "SAYA" APABILA BERCAKAP DENGAN GURU KAMU!"

Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali lalu berkata dengan ikhlas dan jujur, "Sedangkan dengan Tuhan pun, dalam doa-doa, aku membahasakan diri sebagai "aku". Kenapa pula dengan cikgu, yang sama sekali bukan tuhan, harus aku membahasakan diri sebagai "saya"?"

Cikgu Hamidah Jalil terkelu. Mukanya merah padam, marah barangkali. Barangkali juga malu kerana tidak tahu apa yang harus dikatakan kepada pelajarnya yang dianggap kurang ajar, biadap, tak beradab, celaka, jahanam, dan sebagainya itu.

Di bahagian belakang kelas, kelihatan Malik Johari perlahan-lahan berdiri dan keluar dari pintu belakang, barangkali mahu ke tandas. Nurul Shuhada Karim, yang duduk selang tiga meja dari Ahmad Helmi Borhanuddin Ali pula tunduk menekup muka sambil tersedu-sedan.