tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30386208630116472632024-02-19T02:13:32.413-08:00Ballad Of A Loo-naticby Sara Cempaka-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-50220285384974161592010-11-10T00:52:00.000-08:002010-11-10T00:56:02.237-08:00Kita<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqf1h3D-FomwlqTrpoMzshZcz6bxWCnvajwX-yHfD-bVYz77bHE-IqabhNOZbL4PEIGPwN4tBk5m8cF9_CPsXHY7UxAqVd3sS3BO-xn22rUweCqPbOfX7B2-b4XWqRXqJkAgRLLrt2g/s1600/kita+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqf1h3D-FomwlqTrpoMzshZcz6bxWCnvajwX-yHfD-bVYz77bHE-IqabhNOZbL4PEIGPwN4tBk5m8cF9_CPsXHY7UxAqVd3sS3BO-xn22rUweCqPbOfX7B2-b4XWqRXqJkAgRLLrt2g/s320/kita+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span id="goog_1813082543"></span><span id="goog_1813082544"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Es<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ok mungkin ada yang meminang Yumny,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Esok mungkin Mek bintang sensasi,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Esok mungkin Tyra menyerang <i>Zombie</i>,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Esok mungkin aku akan mati.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Itu esok, dan itu mungkin. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Hari ini yang nyata,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Aku sayang<i> korang</i> semua.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Dan jika hari ini ada 1000 kemungkinan,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Aku akan lenyapkannya sekerah tenaga</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Jangan lupa kita,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Jangan berani lupa kita.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Sara Cempaka</div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">P/ S : Sesuatu kita boleh pegang, bila kita makin jauh. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bingkisan untuk :</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Nur Athierah Bt Asri</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Siti Sarah Mat Nayi</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Nurul Yumny Bt Zainy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-64555198320876534152010-10-26T04:34:00.000-07:002010-10-26T04:38:05.418-07:00Stare<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When you're besides me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With a pack of ciggies </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And a pocket full of stories,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I stared into your eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With hope you don't realise,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I smile,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and stared for a little more while.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oops, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Time to gasp for air,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Before I drown in there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Blush</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P/S : Biar kita macam ni sahaja,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Risiko itu bodoh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Aku rela kita macam ini sahaja.</span></div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-9948292067116454762010-07-08T07:00:00.000-07:002010-07-08T07:00:36.257-07:00Dera<div style="text-align: center;"> Kan kau dah toreh hati ini,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Darah masih mencicih lagi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kau nak robek-robeknya pula, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Biar ia parah berparut luka?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kan kau dah menampar ku dulu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pipi masih panas menutup malu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kau nak meyapu hinaku pula,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Biar jelas panau di muka?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kan kau dah menerajang ku keluar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kaki masih terhinjit mengheret sukar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kau nak cengkam keduanya patah,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Biar ku tempang tak bergerak sudah?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kau bukan Firaun kan?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pandang aku, senyum sedikit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jangan biar ku befikir yang bukan-bukan,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Biar aku tahu kau dah berubah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aku rayu jangan sakiti aku lagi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tolong jangan sakiti aku lagi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-51225418585914676842010-06-28T06:18:00.000-07:002010-07-01T02:28:33.032-07:00GebangGebang<br />
By Sara Cempaka<br />
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Kau pendeta suara platinum,<br />
Hujah-hujah kau, kau lelong berjuta-juta,<br />
Walau terangannya ia dusta.<br />
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Enjin kereta <i>BMW</i> mu berkuasa tinggi,<br />
Rumahmu mahligai yang paling besar sekali,<br />
Telefon bimbitmu <i>New Series,</i><br />
Pacarmu dari dewi pari- pari.<br />
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Pot Pet Pot Pet,tolonglah berhenti.<br />
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Jangan kau hilang di alam maya,<br />
Katamu satu tak boleh caya.<br />
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Sudah-sudahlah sayang,<br />
Jangan kau nak gebang.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Gebang (pronounce as gay as if the homosexuals and bang as in short nick for brother in malay)</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">definition : to brag a lot about one (existent or non existent) experiences,strength or advantages to gain attentions</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Example : Dia tue banyak gebang je, bukan betul pon ape die cakap.</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Ok, I know this word for a long time but have not pronounced it aloud and often as often as I used it since I dated this guy. We broke up. Thank gawd. Good riddance.</span></div></div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-74146960000605390432010-06-02T03:55:00.000-07:002010-06-02T03:55:07.123-07:00Over YouI am so tired<br />
I had cried<br />
I had tried<br />
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You are not a king,<br />
For me to surrender on your feet,<br />
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I am over you,<br />
I'm so over you-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-24661652246791439522010-04-01T10:58:00.000-07:002010-05-31T10:44:32.415-07:00Sendiri<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sendiri by Sara Cempaka</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku terdiam sebentar,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dalam keserabutan minda memikr,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku cuba senyap,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Di dalam kebingitan kekecohan ,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku dengar degup hati,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku lihat kilas air mukaku,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kosong.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku sebenarnya sepi.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku sebenarnya sendiri.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku sebenarnya sesat dalam duniaku sendiri.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Minta ditarik aku,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Selamatkan ku,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dari kegelapan dosa-dosaku</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Minta dipegang tanganku</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pandulah ku ke jalan yang kau kata lurus itu</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku gerun untuk berjalan tanpamu</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aku mahu berubah</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tapi aku sendiri.</span></div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-81668609010499254692010-02-01T02:58:00.000-08:002010-07-09T09:37:37.000-07:00Monorail Crush<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>This is my first attempt of writing a fiction,so don't laugh at me.I'm embarassed enuff.. ;-)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DATE: 7th May 2009</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">TIME: 7.30 P.M</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">PLACE: Monorail Station, K.L Sentral</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Are you trying to kill him?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I searched for the voice.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Excuse me?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The source was a boy about my age. He was sitting next to me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“You’ve been staring at him for hours, your eyes don’t blink.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“What?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“It’s as if you are setting up an assassin plan. Because if it’s for another reason, that is you have this crush on him, I can’t see any other reason why. The man looks like a younger gay version of Donald Trump.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I tried hard not to frown. What’s wrong with this guy? Why did he assume things like that? Why is even he looking at me? He didn’t even know me. I looked across the rail and saw the man. He did look a bit like Trump without the white hairs, the frec.. Oh god, what’s up with me? I got a monolog playing in my head. Like always. I flipped my hair back and looked back at the nosy boy. He plucked in his earphone and nodded his head, acting like nothing happen. I can’t believe this guy. The monorail passed the station as all the passengers come in and out .The man got in the monorail. This always had been the bitter part. Seeing the guy of my dream leaves the station, leaving me. I took the last glance at him and his tall figure in the tailored suit. He was perfection, he fitted exactly how I imagine my dream man to be, tall, fair, mature, sophisticated, very modern kind of guy. I waited till the station was cleared out and took a look at my watch. Thank god mum was working late. These heels were totally not helping getting me a bus home before time.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Walk, walk. Ooh, Seven E. So, I don’t remember needing anything? Walk, Maira, walk.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What is that? Brad did not. Ok, no time for gossips magazines..Wait, Paris wore that to the party?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I looked at my watch. I guess I do have some times. And I also need something else, important thing. I need… a milk carton yes I need milk because I, cannot sleep without milk. I might get insomnia and it will be hard for me to concentrate on classes the next day. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to tell mum. I entered the shop and went straight to the magazines department. I took the magazine I saw and flipped it. This is only going to take a minute. At least it suppose to.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Do you actually come here just to creeps the Trump guy out?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I lift my head up. It’s the earphone guy that sit next to me at the station.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Are you stalking me?” I asked and moved back a distance.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I work here and free reading is not allowed. “He snatched away the magazine and put it on the rack. “The question is, are you stalking the poor Trump guy?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I am not” I turned away and walked other directions. He followed beside me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Then why are you still here. Why don’t you take the ride?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Because I live five miles from here so I don’t need to take the monorail, but of course I do need a Rapid KL.” My brain seems to be dysfunctional for a while that I blurb everything that comes to mind. He raised his eyebrow, totally out of confusion.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I don’t know why I am explaining myself to a stranger. I am late and I’m just here to buy something I really need. “I turned away and grab anything near me and walked straight the counter. He goes behind the counter. “You really need a razor?” I looked down. I am holding a yellow ‘Gilette’ razor, a razor, for goodness sake. I put in on the counter. “I am not judging.” He said and grinned as he put the razor in a plastic. I snapped, “Oh really cause that’s what you been doing since I saw you before. “I grabbed the plastic and walked away. How dare he made an amusement out of me. I was not and refused to be a joke.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Hey, razor girl!” I turned back. He was running toward me. “What? Had you tease me enough? What now, tell me I look like a freak, my hair is horrible, or I walk like duck.” I asked him sarcastically. He runs his hand through his spiky hair. Just then I notice how tall he is. He has scar right above his eyebrow, slight beard and thin lips with a hint of smile. “What?” I ask.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I’m sorry miss, you haven’t paid for the razor.” said scar guy. I was blushed with embarrassment. I was rushing to get away from him that I forgot to pay. I saw the price tag.RM 2.00. I opened up my purse and take out two RM 1.00 bills and handed over to him without even looking at his face. He stood there statically, staring down at me. I slowly turned my back and continue to walk.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“For the record, I don’t think you look like a freak…at all” He said. I looked back to him. By the time, he already ran back to the Seven-E.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DATE: 11th March 2009</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">TIME: 7.10 P.M</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">PLACE: Monorail Station, K.L Sentral</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I struggled out of the monorail. People were pushing my petite body easily. This always had been the busiest station. I was always the last to go out.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I went to college near Hang Tuah and usually my classes finish after 6. Even if they are not, my friends and I will hang out at nearest Mamak just talking, gossiping. I usually arrived the station before 7 but for some reason the ride arrived late today and I stuck waiting for half and hour. I blamed it on my mother. We’ve been arguing bout getting me a car for ages. I could have asked my dad but he barely home. Even if he is home from his business trips, mum will do all she could, not to allow dad to buy me car. Sometimes I was so close to convince him but here she come nagging how dangerous it is to drive in the city.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">‘Prakk’ I looked down. Awesome, one of my heels broke. Just what I need. I sat on the bench, trying to fix it. No use. What a day, stupid heels! I broke the other heels. Perfect. Now I have heel-less heels. I sighed and stood up. I glared around and stop.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That was the moment I saw him, the love of my life. It was like a destiny. He was laying against one of the pillar, holding his phone to his ear. He had a clear fair skin and his eyes, wow, I’m just so mesmerize. I was staring at him quite long till I noticed a little kid was doing the same thing to me. I cleared my throat and walk off as that side of the ride finally arrived.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DATE: 7th May 2009</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">TIME: 7.25 P.M</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">PLACE: Monorail Station, K.L Sentral</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I couldn’t take my mind off him since that day. I will wait down the station no matter when he arrived. Usually he was there before I did. I will sat and watched him till he left. He always waited alone. He wore dark blue suit on Monday and Thursday and black on the rest. He loved to drink 100 plus while he waited and often he’s on the phone. He looked like a busy man. Every time he is on the station, he either is on the phone, flipping thru documents or scribbled something on his notebook. He must be a very important man in his company. It’s so exciting to watch him day to day.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Today was no exception. He wore a tidy dark blue suit and he looked clean shaven. He was text messaging someone. I watched his every move and he will not notice me. He never did though but I like to said, he was a very busy man.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“You should just go after him, you know or he will never know you ever exist.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I certainly recognized the husky voice. The scar guy sat next to me and lit a cigarette.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Are you sure you are not a stalker.” I said and crossed my hand. He offered me the cigarettes and I shook my head. Do I look like smoking type? “See, I felt really bad bout yesterday, let’s make a truce ok?” He said facing me. I never notice his puppy eyes before. I thought what the hell, I don’t get any benefit arguing with him anyway. “Ok.” I agreed.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Haris”, he said, gave out his hand. “I shook his hand “Maira”. He stared at me for a while. “You look a bit like my sister.” he said. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.” I replied. He laughed. I smiled.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“So, Miss Maira, would you care to tell me how long you have been observing this guy?” he asked, puffing out some smokes. I watched across. The man was still there, still text messaging.”I took a deep breath. “Well, if I answer your questions, will you answer mine back.” I asked him. I turned to him. Haris smirked. “I don’t know Mr. Trump but I think I know someone who can get his fax number.” I rolled my eyes and got up from my sit. He pulled my hand. “Ok, ok. No need to be mad. It’s a deal”. I sat back. Always work.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After settling down the seat, I answered “Two months.”I slipped my hair back “I had watched him for two months now.” He widen his eyes disbelieve. “Two months? Do you even know”, I interrupted him. “I believe it’s my turn.” He looked another way. “Ok.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We continue our Q and A sessions for a while. I told Haris my full name, where I’m from before the station, what I do, how much I know bout the man and how I hated crowded monorail, basically everything he wanted to know. Haris told me that he worked at the Seven E for two years now, that he liked to take a break at the station just watching people go by as they gave inspiration to him to make music and he got in out by climbing the fences. He said the guards will ignore him as long as he got them ‘Slurpee’. I laughed. He laughed. In fact we’ve been laughing so much, we caught every passengers attention. I looked at the man across. Even he was staring me. I can’t help to stare back. Oh my god, is that a smile? Out of all the time in the world, that was the time the monorail decided to arrived. “Damn it! Did you see he was smiling at me?” I hushed. “Who? Donald?” Haris asked, leaning forward to get clearer view. The ride moved at the exact time. I leaned back and grinned. “He smiled at me. Finally he smiled at me.” Haris did not react. No sarcasms, jokes or teases. It must be hard to believe for him either, that the man I like finally notice me. “Now, can you see that?” I continue. “He is perfect. Charming, nice and sophisticated man. And he sees me. He might have sees me before, all this days, I don’t know. It felt wonderful when he smiles at me.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Are you sure?” Haris finally spoke out. My smile faded. “Are you sure he’s all you think he is. He might be a thief who cheats on his wife, you never know. Even if he is a what you say, busy business man or whatever, he must be real bad on what he does that he can’t afford to buy his own car, isn’t he? ”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was pissed off. I emerged from my seat.. “What’s wrong with you? Why do you need to be so pessimist? He is humble and prefers to use public transport. At least he has a stable career, enough money to buy pretty suits while you wore second hand shirt and wasted your work time doing nothing but to disturb people.” I was breathless. Haris went near me and we were face to face. He looked tense, mad-dissapointed.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“And you said I’m the one who judging. At least I asked you Umairah. I put question mark in every word I spitted out, a chance for your own assurance. You the one who put full stop in every words you said and so sure bout it that you don’t care a bit to verify them.” He replied firmly. We just stood there for moment in silent. I was speechless. I felt like my tears are about to run down</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Today I had a mission. I was going to prove Haris was wrong. Even though I was judging, my judgment was based on truths. The man or Donald as Haris called him was as truly as what I expected he was. This was not on one glance but two months observations, thank you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So I went to the opposite side of the station right after I got down the monorail. Today I’m going to meet him, got to know him and proved I’m right. My eyes roamed to the station. There the man of my dream. Today he did not wear any suit and tie. Just white shirt, unbuttoned. He still looked gorgeous. He drank his 100 plus. I glared at the station I usually wait and saw Haris at the usual spot. I walked slowly to get his attention. I got his attention alright. He was shocked and it showed clearly in his face. This is perfect, he shall see me win the debate. Haris got up from his seat and moved away. Scared huh? You snoozed you lose, honey. I continued walking to him. I gathered all my guts and tapped the man shoulder. He turned his face to me. I had to pull myself together, trying not to faint. Finally, I can hear his sultry voice. “Can I help you?” My lips were sealed for seconds. I tried to speak “I had.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Baby, here is your suit. I tried to clean the soda but I think we have to wash it at home.” said a woman, grabbing his waist with one hand and holding his suit on another. “It’s ok darling, it just a work suit. Who care bout work suit?” He said, kissing the girl on forehead. Then they both turned to me. “Can we helped you?” asked the woman curiously. I was stunned . Darling? Baby? I never thought of these things. I cannot move till I was touched by a hand. “Honey, there you are. I told you to wait at the stairs. I am so worried.” Haris said. “Thank you for looking out for my girl.” He said to the couple and pulled me away. I followed him without turning back. I was still surprised that my mind went blank.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We sat at our usual seat. I don’t remember how we went there. My mind dazed to nowhere. “Are you ok? I saw her before you went there that’s why I rushed there” Haris asked, smoothing my hair back so he can looked at my face. “ You are right. I know nothing." </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Haris pulled me in his arms out of sudden. “Hush now.” He said, patted my head. I hold him tight. I cried, I just cried in his arms.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DATE: 9th May 2009</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">TIME: 12.00 P.M</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">PLACE: Monorail Station, K.L Sentral</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I waited him out the station. I promised to meet Haris here before lunch time. I was still sad bout what happen yesterday but he promised to make me feel better. After 5 minutes, he went out with two ‘Slurpee’ cups and plastic bags.He gave the ‘Slurpee’ to the guard at the ticket place and called me to join him there. “Bring your girlfriend huh today? Here’s your tickets.” said the guard who was a short Indian man with a cheery smile. I smiled back to him. He thanked him and pulled my hand to the station. He keep walking though I kept asking him to stop and tell me where we going. We waited for a while, and he still didn’t answer my questions. He distracted me with his instead like how I’m doing, How my mum doing and what I ate for breakfasts. He don’t even waited for me to answer and pulled me in the monorail when it arrived and he find the best spots for us to sit.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Ok, can you tell me now, where are we going, what we doing, are you kidnapping me Mr. Haris.” when we finally settled down. He laughed and turned to me. “Maira, you know what you been doing to Donald, I been doing the exact thing to you.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I blinked. “Ok I been watching you for a month now and I keep thinking bout you. So every day at 7 I will go to the station just to see you.” he said.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I blinked again, twice this time. “You see I know things bout you like you always the last to step out the monorail, you wore high heels though you loathed them and you like to flip you hair back. I also know you look much prettier with your hair loose.” I saw his hand untied my ponytail and continued</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“And thanks to you yesterday, I learned my mistakes. You don’t deserve to be judge. No one does. I don’t want to know you just by watching and gathering details. I wanted to know you more than that. I wanted to understand you, everything bout you, Maira. And I wanted to hear all these from your own self and not by assuming myself. Ok?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“So you are trying to tell me. that it’s all my fault yesterday?” I asked him back. His expression changed to guilt immediately. He stumbled uncertainly “No, no, what I am saying, what I was trying to say was”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I put a finger on his lips. “It’s okay. At least someone learn from my mistakes right?” I said. He was silent.I smilled and asked “So you are a stalker?”.I laughed.He pinched my nose. He slipped his hand through my finger and held my hand tight.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I asked “Where we going then?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“No where.”He said. I fazed. “Literally we are going no where. We stay on the ride till it’s time for dinner. You are going to tell me all your stories. And if you are hungry, I brought snacks.” he said, showing what’s inside the plastic bag. I giggled “We can do it anywhere you know.” He replied. “But it got better view here.” We laughed. He just knew how to made me laugh. He did what he promise, making me feel better.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“ We cannot on eat in here you know. How you got the snacks, these are a lot.Do your boss know you are taking your time off today?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“ So what, I'm hungry. Well, I am the boss. Actually, I kind of owned the shop..”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“No way, how?”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I thought we are going to talked bout you.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Not fair, I want to know bout you too. Tell me bout this and then I tell you everything you want.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Ok, it began with my father bought the place fifiteen…”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I pulled myself close to him, listened to him telling me his stories very excitedly. This time I’m sure with myself. It’s not a judging. It comes genuinely from his heart and it managed to touch mine. I reckoned it’s a true sense not something I assumed. I felt so good because I don’t doubt my feeling. I just laid back and enjoyed my monorail date.</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-46779050149710891382010-01-14T04:00:00.000-08:002010-05-31T10:53:30.175-07:00Lepak-ing!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">So I have not been updating my blog cause there really no interesting stuff happening,neither I have any idea to write.I talked her bout it with my friends the other day(look how serious I took my blog that I was willing to put my gossips aside and discussed bout it instead) at Kandang</span><span style="color: #ff6666; font-style: italic;">-<span style="color: #ff6666;">a place where stalls are placed in my college and why they related it with a place people breed goats,I have no idea</span></span><span style="color: black;">.I don't remember exactly who but she raised her glass and said "You do not need to write bombastic stuff,just write the thing you fancy to do everyday.Write about(she had careful thought.Wow,my blog must be really important.)..Lepak!"</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Lepak an easy word.Lepak can be define as gathering (with friends usually) at one place and chill.Juz chill. I love to lepak a lot.(who don't.Usually it will be mamak or kopitiam.Eversince my semester break,I been stayin in KL(back)with my sister.So everytime,she went back from her work place,we would go out and lepak.If you stayed around </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Wangsa Maju,Keramat,Ampang or KL to be exact,you will recognize our favourite spots</span> </span><span style="color: #cc33cc;">: NZ Wangsa Maju,Papa Rich Rampai,Danau Kota, Bangi Kopitiam Taman Melawati ,Suzy Corner Ampang,Dagang Avenue Ampang,Steven Pandan and lately my friend,M introduced me to Hartamas Square,Hartamas of coz..<br />
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</span></span></span></span></div><ol style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>Two or more friends.The more , the merrier.</li>
<li>Tables and chairs</li>
<li>Drinks.<span style="color: #ff6666;">Typical drinks will be Teh Tarik,Milo Ais and Teh O' Ais Limau.</span></li>
<li>Borak(conversations).</li>
</ol><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic;">Optional :</span></div><ol style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>Foods.Lepak foods usually not very heavy and fast.<span style="color: #ff6666;">Favourites are Char Kuey Teow,Roti Canai,Chicken Wings and Street Burger.</span></li>
<li>Cigarettes.(may be compulsory to certain people)</li>
<li> Shisha.(like cigarettes , just bigger.)</li>
<li>Big screen tvs.Compulsory for football fans.<br />
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</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #333333;">Great things about lepak are </span>:<br />
</span></span></span></div><ol style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>It's cheap.Way cheaper than clubbing , that's for sure,or shopping.You need at least RM5,or less.Sometimes if you lucky,you friend pay for you.She will not care cause it's cheap.In your case,it's free!!!</li>
<li>It's time to just chill and relax.This is the time when you are able to talk bout the silly stuff that interests you like this person you has crush on,Bukit Bintang,gay people,Spongebob Squarepants.This is also time for you to complain about your work,your weight,your boyfriend,girlfriend or your bank account.This is it,you guys.This is it!!(Wow,Sara.Not a big deal.)</li>
<li>It gather people.Your friends were living distant from you and you really wanted to talk with him,or you were busy all day that you have no time to speak to your friends or you were living alone and you just want to meet people,answer is lepak.</li>
<li>You meet new acquaintances. You friends bring friends,your friends' friends bring their friends.Obviously,you can make new friends.Maybe if you lucky,you will meet your soulmate.I know I did.Not really soulmate but he is cute and I'm dating him for a while now.</li>
<li>Just the feeling that good foods and drinks bring.<span style="color: #ff6666;">Kenyang perut , suka hati!!</span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">But... :</span></div><ol style="color: #ff6666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>Lepak can be a little too crowdy.Sometimes you just want to free your mind from the hectic-ness of working or classes,and it is not helping by seas of people trying to fight for seats or the noises of people chattering very loud like they that own that place.<span style="color: #ff6666;">(macam bapak die punye kedai)</span></li>
<li style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="color: black;">It test you patience.The waiter can be really busy,the services can be too slow,they may got you the wrong order.These are typical problems occur,and you will listened to your friends saying repeatedly<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Sabarlah!" </span>You sighed and punched the table slowly.</span></span></li>
<li style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="color: black;">This one,doesn't usually happen in <span style="font-style: italic;">kopitiam</span> but <span style="font-style: italic;">mamak</span>,selalulah..The appearances of the street workers.Maybe in form of blind person and his helper,little childrens,man with songkok or ah-pek with a basket full of pirated dvds.Don't call me mean,please.I am a generous person, I am but like my sis said "Kalau sorang dua orang okaylah,ni sampai lima orang sekali satu time,pokai gak aku."We are lepaking.How much do u expect kitorang ade dalam poket..DVDs okay..leh layan lagi.At least,they working for the money.</span></span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Maybe :</span></div><ol style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li>The place may not be clean,especially at mamak's..They will be running of things with antenna,tentacles,fur and tails.The sights ain't that pretty.</li>
<li>Appearances of buskers.I am an art student,and I love musical kind of buskers.It's like cheap kind of live music.It just filling up the air with joy.For me.</li>
</ol><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Why am I'm telling you with things you already know,because it is things I know well.Well enough to write.Lepak is just a simple activity people do everyday, but not many actually thought about it.Lepak is fun and I enjoy writing fun things.So,jom lepak!!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Shout Awards Shouting Factors!!!!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am blessed.I first found out that my blog is really that famous.Terima kasih kerana sudi membaca.Secondly,I got to go the SHOUT AWARDS!!On the plus 99 part,I was standing literally in front of the stage,behind the fences.I saw every bloody thing in their original size block-less by any tall persons.It was by far the most happening award ever.And the performances,my gosh the performances,was really really fantastic and unique,I can say as they put mostly amazing talented acts and bands who did not get much exposure in the Malaysia’s music mainstream.Here a list of the Shouting factors:The wows and the boos including some trivia.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Wows Factors :</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1. The crowd!They were mostly teenagers and had been piling up 3 hours before the show,gathering and sitting around the stages waiting willingly for the award to begin.Even before the show,they had been giving their co-operation and support to the floor manager.Their energies were so pumped,they sung along and danced to all performances and even commercial musics.(I was plus one).They put their hands up on the rapper show and hopping up and down during the rock bands banging.Of course,some might get a bit too crazy but they were fun nonetheless. Oh yes,and the applauding,the screaming,on e word :havoc!!They got the adrenaline rushing from the start of the show till the end.Hey,they did not call it shout awards for nothing right?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2.The nominees!It was different.They gave attention to the production that were not usually got attention in usual awards(or like my guy-friend, Anuar said Tv3 awards).For an obvious example,the radio show.They did honor the deejays once a while but don’t forget,the deejays were not the only one working for the show or radio.This will be an honour for people who worked in radio program(obviously coming from art industry management diploma student.)How bout winning film like KAMI,or series like Ghost or bands like Love Me Butch or Bunkface?How bout Upin and Ipin?Who thought on giving them ward though they make Malaysia very proud!They are people favorites but when it come to awards,they basically have no chance.Thank goodness for the chances Shout Awards gave.I’m telling you they did an absolute splendid works or these people won’t vote them right?I remember when an award trying to present awards for the good-looking guys or chicks,some media will sneer on the unoriginality of the award(like MTV) or how nonsense.Oh,come on!This is entertainment industry,and this is exactly the kind of thing that is entertaining.So,entertain us!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3.The performances!Bravo,bravo!Each have their own style and uniqueness.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-The performances kicked of with bees dancers(Dancers wearing like bees in a fashionable way) and Pop Shuvit with Oh,Shizuka,along side some geishas.It was a terrific opening act.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Then they were performances by Caprice and Rahim Maarof-Incredible!You know this man still got it and Caprice was harmonizing with him beautifully.Hip hop and rock,who knew?,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Nikki and Shahila(it was really sexy and groovy,makes you wanna sway your butt off.).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Komplot and Pesawat(these is when you see that indie fans never fade.They were loyal giggers doing their thing all along the performances) </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Three singer songwriter,Delfino,Reza Salleh and Mia(forgot the full name but really,I should not have.They were mesmerizing.Beautiful beautiful performances).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-The one I remember crystal clear was One Buck Short that were very well mannered at first.The first song got people singing along the tune.However they did not keep their promised for too long.The boys were hopping around during the performances of my favourite track of the band :Kelibat Korupsi.I was jumping all along the song(and I swear that the most exercise I do recently).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Bunkface,the ultimate band of the award perform Revolusi with the help of three really adorable kids,wearing big spectacles and playing the oversize guitar.So very cute.Of course,who can’t forget Jaclyn Victor tribute to Micheal Jackson.They definitely gave goosebumps.The best part was everybody was singing along loudly all along the performances, and these kids are teens.Obviously,M.J had given such huge impact to every single ages.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-Estranged gave an exploding performances LITERALLY.There were fireworks and flames along the stages.Rich were really different than his usual cool appearance instead became really ferocious that night.Meooow!!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I can say without a doubt,Joe Flizzow were the best performer.Came in with a sport vehicles and break dancers,he succeed to satisfy every audiences in every side of stage and created a really nice choreograph. He also threw away some freebies to the crowd like light bangles ang KL caps.(each cost RM69).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-The closing act was insane!!Sean Kingston baby lighten up the crowd with 3 of his hits.He wasn’t really singing,I can say cause the people were excitedly singing all the songs,dancing like hell.I can see even the audiences in upper seats were grooving along .Beautiful girl however were THE hit making Kingston repeated the chorus again in the end of the tune.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4.The management!!I never been to event that run that smooth and precise.I mean there are some moments like Sean Kingston lost his way to the mike stand but they worked it out,baby!!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5.The hosts!!Jien especially,rock.He was running back and forward of the stage and still have time to greet, pose for the audiences and jokes around.Marion was looking hot and surprisingly humble.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Boos factors</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1.The absents!!I been dying to watch Faizal Tahir lives.But he was absent.So did Zahiril Adzim,Siti Nurhaliza and Stacy.What could have been so important that you can’t spend 3 hours of your time for glorious event..Ermm,I apologized,I’m sure they have reasons.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2.The Oops factors!I am no judge to modesty but I knew when they are too much.We are in Malaysia and there are limit for everything even clothing.One of the Malay artist wore really skimpy clothing that one of the male audiences took picture of her visible thongs.Ewww..Kudos to Shazzy Falak,Dynaz Mokthar and Fazura who managed to look gorgeous without showing too much skins.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Trivia</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1.Stars like Fazura,Shazzy and Jac wore a black glove on one hand to pay tribute to the music and style icon,Micheal Jackson</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2.The Car that Joe Flizzow used for his performances was Naza Italia.</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-69964253395961003982009-06-15T20:23:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:24:46.618-07:00Hei Hati!Ungkapan Hati<br /><br />Hei Hati,<br />Apa lagi yang kau bukukan?<br />Adu saja tiapnya padaku,<br />Rangkapkannya di atas helaian jiwa,<br />Biar ia mengalun cerita sebenar.<br /><br />Hei Hati,<br />Tidak penatkah kau berdegup laju?<br />Tenanglah engkau buat sementara waktu,<br />Tenang dan katakan padaku,<br />Semua yang sedang membelenggu.<br /><br />Hei Hati,<br />Jangan kau simpan sengsara ,<br />Aku yang kan rasa sakit peritnya,<br />Luahkanlah sebarang pekara,<br />Siapa yang berani mengungkit lara?<br /><br />Hei Hati,<br />Sembuhkan lukamu dengan masa,<br />Biar bersih putih seluruh semula,<br />Lepaskan segala yang berlalu itu,<br />Sinarkan dirimu dengan harapanku,<br /><br />Hei Hati,<br />Apa yang engkau gundahkan?<br />Jelaskanlah ku setiap ungkapan.<br /><br />Sara Cempaka-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-11524732274269652642009-05-10T23:23:00.000-07:002009-05-10T23:25:36.736-07:00The don'ts of chasing love from a single maniacThe Don’ts of Chasing Love From A Single Maniac<br /><br />Helll,have i ever fell in love??I am not sure really but for sure i have been broken hearted oh-so many times.So how does it broke without me fallin?Im blaming hormones,chick flick and my dysfunctional brain.<br /><br />There was AZMAN HADRI on primary skool but it was silly.The crush thing not him.He is hot.And there was AIZAT NASIR,rich,cute,my first date(recess break) but lost contacted.HADI who then call me fat in front everybody.SYAFIQ who then thought i am a stalker freak and JALI who are not meant to share with the public.<br /><br />The truth is i am an ass in love.I sometime get insecure,scared that i am rejected,cheated or humilated.But really every of my non-existent relationship end with shame.God!!I wish iam not born dramatic<br />But at least i gain a lot of the do's and dont's (mostly don'ts) when flirting with a guy.Let me share u some:<br /><br />1.Never let people know that u so obses with the guy that you die for him.<br />2.Never check on his stuff when he is not there and leave scary notes like im watching u or something.<br />3.If he not giving good signs back,move on.You deseve so much better.<br />4.Never give him ultra expensive gift in public as it :<br />a-show u will do anything for him i.e obsessed<br />b-embarrasing if he goes like "i don't receive gift from strangers" or something like dat.It does not happen to me but to my friends and it involve greeting cards.<br />c-left u broke.<br />5.Check if he is after someone close to you like your cousin or best bud to avoid any serious mass of destruction.<br />6.Watch this single approve chick flick:<br />Bridget Jones Diary,The Little Black Book,Legally Blonde<br /><br />There are lots more.Share with me if you had any love or other disasters related story and problems.Long live singletons!!!-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-33682075615040037882009-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:002009-04-21T08:19:25.710-07:00Hujan<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hujan<br /></span><br />Hujan bagai mengerti aku,<br />Ia turut bermuram pilu,<br />Menangisi air yang membasahi diriku,<br />Yang menanggung keperitan.<br /><br />Ku biarkan hujan mengalir di mukaku,<br />Membawa bersama air mata yang tak henti,<br />Kerna ku letih menahan seksa mendengar,<br />Kata,perli,ejek,bisik mereka,<br />Namun ku insan biasa,bila tiba masa<br />Bisa jatuh juga..<br /><br />Mengapa mereka tak boleh melepaskan aku dari tenungan mereka,<br />Adakah kesilapan aku satu hiburan untuk mereka tertawakan?<br />Adakah baikku tidak pernah hinggap di pandangan mereka?<br />Hanya salahku,itu sahaja?<br />Butakah mereka?Akukan manusia seperti mereka?<br /><br />Di tengah hujan ni,<br />Ku pinta pada-Nya..<br />Berikanlah aku kekuatan untukku terus menapak,<br />Meredahi ribut ini,<br />Kerna ku penat,ku benar penat,ku teramat penat,<br />Lepaskanlahku,Tolong Lepaskanku,<br />Kerna aku tak setegar dulu,<br />Hatiku ini siapa yang tahu?<br />Oh,hujan..<br />Bawalah piluku pergi.. </div><div align="center"><br />Sara Cempaka</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">**Ok,to tell bout me..I was a geek before back at primary school.</div><div align="center">People bullied me cause i was so quiet,so by the times in high school ,I learnt how to gain attention,by the time in UITM, i automatically attract attentions without doing anything.It was fun back then in high school,being famous,being popular but not in college.They(the others) cannot see my type of people,they will always find my fault,and spread the rumours around.I really don't understand why.Now i wish i never be the centre of attention.</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038620863011647263.post-69634238976980477012009-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:002009-04-21T07:56:14.209-07:00Love Kills<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love Kills.<br /></span><br />What hurt the most,<br />Is knowing him smile as a courtesy,<br />Not because he likes to see me<br />What kills me,<br />Is seeing him pampering other girls,<br />In that moment I don’t even exist in the world<br />What give me real pain<br />That he never ask me bout my tales,<br />While I listen to his every details,<br />What gets me,<br />That I remember everything he does, he listens, and he wears,<br />And he didn’t even remember I was there<br />What choke me,<br />Is he made fun of all my flaws,<br />And I cannot show him how heart-breaking it though<br />What turn me ill,<br />Is that he realize I help thru any fall,<br />And he don’t appreciate it at all,<br />What hit me hard,<br />Is that i'm just a side kick,<br />He don’t even he care if I’m sick<br />What hurt the very most,<br />After all this things,<br />I’m still deeply in love with him.<br />AAARGH!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*I'm not lucky in love really.But I think most girl or boys can relate to this poem.</div><div align="center">So,there this guy who I really like but he don't seem to be aware.He hits on every of my best </div><div align="center">friend and never me.Being so stupid THEN,I still stick tohim but now,no more,no more..</div>-Sara Cempaka-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503674846448480671noreply@blogger.com0