THE PRISON

THE PRISON

[1]

The arid air strokes over his face. A drop of sweat is dripping down his forehead. A blow of damp air suddenly pats his square face. His broad forehead crumples. The rugged hand quickly wipes away the dripping sweat.

“Arghhh..!”

“It’s getting hot here!”
Ah Hoy grumbles as he settling down on his solid bed. A concrete bed made up from stone occupied his rotten cell. Chu Long pats his wide shoulder, a stare directly fells upon a pair of withered eyes. The shriveled old man retreats.

Chu Long is much older than Ah Hoy. In fact he is considers as veteran among the tenants in that Avalone Prison. Both of them share the same circumstance, which is dwelling in the same cell.

“Hey old man!”

“Mind your business!” He shouted.

A silence resides the cell.

Ah Hoy gets to his feet heading towards the sinkhole. He turns on the water. A heavy flow of gushing water creates a sound. Sometimes the rustle sound of the rats making their ways somewhere in some parts of Avalone Prison becomes a part of Chu Long’s routine.

Ah Hoy splashes water to his square face. He rubs thoroughly his rusty face from the labor work earlier.

“Meal’s time!”

“Meal’s time!”

An echo is coming from outside his cell completely diverts the occupants’ of the cell number 113 attention. Ah Hoy sharp eyes pointing towards the cell’s opening. Chu Long observes

“This trash again!”
     “How long are we going to chew on this junk!”
     “Garbage!”    

“You skunk!”

“You fool eat your meal!” One of the guards shouts from a far.

“Shut up!Bite your trash!”

Changing the position of his rifle, that tough guard yells out loud and mocks the prisoners of Avalone Prison. With his fierce face, he frowned.

Ah Choi gets on his feet. A strong blow falls upon the sturdy table in the dining hall. Both his hands reside the edge of the table. The food scattered. The water spilled. Then, the scene followed by a dripping sound of water coming from the pouring water. The routine recycled, the same old routine replays.

Chu Long stands up. He opens his pace and then stops.

“Cool." 

“Relax, young man.” 

“Lets eat.”

*****

“Daddy, how could you!”

“Murderer!”

“Murderer!”

“Murderer!”

Ah Hoy opens his eyes.

“It’s just a dream.”

“Another bad dream.”

He keeps repeating it over and over again.

“This is just another nightmare!”

“Arghhhhhhh…..!”

The sound of grunting filled the number 113 cell.

“Another bad dream, huh.” Chu Long asks as he sweeps his floppy eyes. The groan wakes him up.

“Shut up old man!"

“You know nothing!”

Chu Long alters his body position facing the wall and continues to sleep again.

“Good night then!” Chu Long says before he vanished into sleep again.

“Mei Lin.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Daddy is guilty.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“….with this, the Court has decides the defendant Man Hoi Lam is found guilty of killing the deceased Lin Siu Ha. The defendant is sentenced for lifelong in prison….”

                                                                                                                                                                 

The scene vividly comes alive in front of Ah Hoy’s vision. A crystal clear drop of water occupies his blunt eyes.

“Siu Ha!”

“I’m sorry.”

Lin Siu Ha’s face floats around his thoughts. He sees her brown eyes. She has a pair of small eyes, a pair of lovely eyes. There is nothing in this world that can describe how much he misses her. Her smiles always cheered up his life. Her smiles always meet him in front of the door when he came back home. Her smiles never faded.Her smiles always accompanied his mornings. Her smiles always greet him even though he returned home drunk. Her smiles are always there for him. She is always there for him.

Her smiles have that magical touch. They are the one that caught his heart years ago. They are the reason he falls in love with her at the first sight. They are so warm. They melt his heart. She melts his heart.

He yearns for her scent. Now the only scent he used to sniff every second is the scent of an old man and the scent of loneliness.

Everyday this prison reminds him of her murder. The scent of her blood pinched his nostrils. Every time he tries to forget, it came back haunting him.

The concentrated bright red fluid is dripping from her stomach. She was there, that little girl. Crying alone.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

There is no sound of her anymore. No more laugh. No more smile. Nothing at all. She is gone forever.

“I’m sorry Siu Ha.”

“I love youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!”

"what you give, you get back"

today as always, the plain life. i'm blessed. Allah has given me another chance to feel those feeling, as my friends might felt before. a feeling when one of your friend not in the good mood and ignores others, even he or she is just in front of you. not a pleasure feeling. they used to get 1.5 L of my 5 L acid proportion. my friends. and now i get that 1.5 L back. what you give, you get back. uh, the power of acidic saturation of the evil stress  =l

another day to spent. the final exam is just around the corner. i get the feeling, it is going to be a very long story sheets before the appointed date. just to share my secret, every 10 minutes i turn to my best buddy, Miss Lappy. although she can't talk or respond, just bluntly follow my orders, but i enjoy most of the time being with her. she is the only laptop i own.

arhhh, i can't concentrate studies that long, but i can stay focused and motivated with those unrelated studies matters. i don't know why i can't stay put like my friends did. uh, complicated *_@

ah, again, i don't feel good  T________T

my crying soul.

at this very moment she just walked out without words, told me nothing. left me alone with thousands of question marks.

she did it again, that friend.

i end up, telling stories as my heart caught up into a tornado, people translated it as "stress". now, my heart aches. the phrase crawling slowly, "what you give, you get back"

it's raining inside my chest cage, a load just stumped up that pumping heart =(

i try to bake some bread, but as time passes, those bread turn out to be so-called not a bread anymore, a crafted stone disguises as a bread in person.
a total failure. my first failure as a baker, there's always another chance.

cerita semalam

bismillahirrahmanirrahim...

alhamdulillah atas segala nikmat..hmm dah agak lama x mengemas blog ni. dah bersawang sana sini.

tak ada benda yang nak dikongsi. tadi keluar ambil duit perasan hari ni agak ramai orang. selalunya kawasan bank tu tak ramai orang. tapi tadi suasana agak sibuk.

semalam pergi citycenter dengan cik bilik sebelah. on the way nak ke citycenter dah mula nampak banner kempen. aura pilihanraya sket sebanyak dah nak makin rasa.

esok dengar khabar nak ada demostrasi aman. minggu lepas ada, tapi cuma segerombolan saja. esok tak tahu la macam mana. kita tunggu esok.

dua tiga hari sebelum raya hari tu, ada satu kejadian yang agak menakutkan. creepy. bukan nak menakutkan yang membaca sekadar berkongsi cerita.

dalam lebih kurang pukul 2 pagi, dikejutkan dengan cik brown bilik belakang datang cakap takut. dia dengar bunyi bising. ada orang perempuan menjerit menangis dan ada juga bunyi tembakan. bila cuba-cuba mengintai nampak sekumpulan manusia sedang mengetuk pintu sebuah bangunan. seperti mahu lari daripada sesuatu. suasana kelam kabut malam tu.

keesokan paginya, kami lalu kat tempat kejadian. suasana agak suram. ada dua tiga orang patcit yang sedang berbual-bual pasal kejadian semalam. tak dapat tangkap banyak sangat perbualan dorang sebab nak cepat. tapi tahu la dorang sedang borak pasal semalam. kat atas tar jalan raya ada banyak serpihan kaca dan ada juga serpihan pasu pecah. dan banyak serpihan bahagian-bahagian kereta.

kat tengah-tengah jalan raya berhadapan dengan gereja kecil, ada sebuah kereta biru honda remuk sangat2. gaya macam kena hentam oleh ramai orang. wallahualam apa yang berlaku malam tu, tapi apa yang pasti not a good thing..

sebelum tu, kami ada dengar isu antara muslim dan kristian. kesahihannya wallahualam. jadi macam-macam  konklusi yang kami buat. sampai kadang-kadang tak berani nak keluar rumah. bila fikir balik, sekarang ni semua tempat dah tak selamat. the world is corrupted. bumi dah tua. manusia pun ada macam-macam.

dulu waktu first datang sini, selalu dengar senior-senior cakap kat sini ada dua, ada musa dan ada firaun. ia sebenarnya satu perumpamaan, ada baik dan ada jahat. dua-dua sama kuat. kalau salah pilih merana hidup.

ok lah stop dulu kat sini, nak kena pergi temankan cik bilik sebelah ke mansyiah beli barang....

"ni la bezanya kita dengan mereka.." [part dua]

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

entah kenapa, kehangatan ramadhan pada tahun ni sangat dirasai...banyak benda yang berlaku di awal ramadhan. dan sepanjang ramadhan itu sendiri create its own melody. betapa Allah itu maha berkuasa.

the silence of love can be felt. even though it's barely visible by my eyes...

bila keluar rumah, perasaan itu lain kalau nak dibandingkan dengan bulan lain. seperti lazimnya, nak ke tram kena melalui gerai patcit jual sayur-sayur dan kedai baiki kereta patcit mekanik. kalau bukan bulan puasa, confirm kat tangan patcit mekanik mesti ada sepotong "devil" rokok yang barely bernyala dan kepulan asap keluar dari mulut patcit mekanik. dan tangan sebelah kanannya pulak terpacak segelas teh pekat. patcit jual sayur-sayur pulak samada kat tangan dia ada surat khabar, ataupun duk berbual-bual kosong dengan patcit-patcit unknown. patcit kedai roti pun sama. kadang-kadang join the crowd.

tapi bila tiba bulan puasa, kat tangan semua mesti tersergam indah mashaf al-Quran..bukan sekadar pegang buat perhiasan, tapi mulut masing-masing terkumat-kamit mengalunkan ayat-ayat suci kalamullah. persatuan kedai kopi pagi-pagi kini dah dibubarkan bila tibanya bulan ramadhan.

bila nak dekat waktu berbuka, khemah-khemah besar mesti didirikan tepi-tepi jalan. dekat kerajaan rumah terhormat kami pun tak kurangnya. pukul 7 azan maghrib, pukul 6 dah ada dalam dua tiga orang patcit-patcit duk sibuk dirikan satu khemah besar. meja-meja diatur memanjang kat tepi Port Said street depan kedai jual daging. agaknya saper yang sponsor "maidah rahman" kat situ ye.

*maidah rahman=majlis berbuka puasa yang disponsor oleh orang-orang yang ingin menderma. selalunya matcit-matcit dan patcit-patcit kurang berkemampuan datang berbuka kat sini. free of charge. makanannya ya Allah mewah ala-ala restoran 5 star...

bila tiba ramadhan, semua orang happy. tak kira miskin kaya tua muda. tak perlu fikir macam mana nak cari makanan untuk berbuka malam ni. walaupun tak de duit, boleh menikmati juadah yang mewah tanpa perlu risau.

maidah rahman ada kat mana2 tempat. begitu Allah itu maha pemurah lagi maha penyayang..kalau kat malaysia, selalunya buat kat masjid. mat perasan macho uia pernah bagitau, ma pernah tanya,

"akam berbuka kat mana?"

"kat masjid, dekat uia, ada orang sponsor...pastu sambung sekon trip beli kat cafe kadang-kadang..."

(hehe..ishk2 adik aku..)

bila tiba malam, semua mesti sibuk ke masjid untuk solat terawih. semua tempat buat terawih kan.

apa yang uniknya terawih kat sini, solat berlantaikan tarr jalan raya dan berbumbungkan langit serta bulan dan bintang menjadi saksi. kadang-kadang angin pantai sepoi-sepoi bahasa menyapa. tapi kadang-kadang ada jugak angin "taufan ribut"  mengaum, habis terbang kain telekung di buatnya. hihi. bayangkan diri anda solat kat tepi pantai, macam tu la kami rasa. perasaannya sukar digambarkan melalui kata-kata. it is the secret of universe.

populasi orang kat sini ramai dan mostly semuanya Islam, kecuali minority kristian. dan masjid-masjid yang ada tak cukup nak menampung penduduk yang ramai, jadi, terpaksalah bina dinding sementara kat sekeliling masjid ibrahim untuk golongan wanita dan bagi lelaki dorang cuma hamparkan tikar hijau yang panjang di atas-atas jalan raya.   

 anak panah hitam tu tunjuk masjid ibrahim

bulatan besar wane hitam ni adalah lingkungan tempat solat sementara sempena ramadhan. gambar ni diambil masa revolusi hari tu. tak snap gambar masa pergi solat terawih sebab tinggal handphone kat kerajaan rumah.

kami selalu dapat port kat taman kat tengah tu...

dan yang ni culik gmbr kawan snap....

 

nampak benteng yang dorang buat...

teringat waktu puasa kat sini dua tahun yang lepas, kami solat terawih dekat masjid berhampiran kerajaan rumah terhormat je. masa solat kat masjid dekat kerajaan rumah dulu, bukan setakat kain telekung nak terbang dengan empunya badan sekali. angin shatby sangat ganas. tapi tahun ni kami try solat kat gami' ibrahim. anginnya sedang-sedang walaupun kadang-kadang ada jugak yang mengganas.

apa yang menarik solat kat gami' ibrahim sampai jadi tumpuan ramai, sheikh yang jdi imam baca sedap. hihi. dia akan habiskan satu juzu' setiap malam. tak terasa lama pun. sebab terlalu asyik dengan bacaan sheikh yang mendayu-dayu tu..pukul 8.30 azan isyak, pukul 11 baru sudah terawih. tak campur witir lagi tu. kalau witir, sheikh baca qunut 45 minit. hehe. kami selalu tak tunggu witir, kalau kerajaan rumah terhormat dekat tak pe. ni 3 stesen tram. hehe..ecceli dekat je. accurately 30 minit jalan kaki.

setakat tu dulu seloteh petang..mungkin akan buat lagi entri bezanya kita dengan mereka akan datang...

hari ni cik braces buat pengat pisang. tak sabar nak makan...semalam puding gula hangus..yang memang hangus...hihi

selamat berpuasa....

dalam bulan puasa ni.....

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Hmm dah agak lama rasanya biar teratak buruk ni berhabuk..

dalam bulan puasa ni.....

hmmm....

cuba-cuba buat puding gula hangus. 

setelah bertungkus lumus dalam dapur kerajaan rumah terhormat itu..begini lah akibatnya..kesudahan yang menimpa nasib telur susu dan gula..

 . . .

beli buah plum, my feveret. 

dah lama rasanya tak makan buah plum. tetiba bila pergi citycenter temankan cik bilik sebelah beli kipas baru. jumpa buah plum. hmm..reasonable price. apa lagi beli la. plum yang size cherry pun ada.. "cherry plum"..sekali tengok macam tomato kecil, dua kali pandang sah bukan tomato, tengok papan kenyataan plum rupanya.

buah anggur tanpa biji pun dah makin nak habis musim..boring betul asyik duk makan buah anggur tiap-tiap hari. biler aprikot nak kuar ni. peach pun. lupa pulak bile ye musim buah peach..asyik jumpa anggur je kat pasar.

dan pengalaman buka puasa kat foodcourt citycenter.

hahaah...tak ramai orang. semua duk berbuka kat rumah amsing-masing. apa kejadahnya kamu dua orang berbuka kat citycenter....!?

1st time pergi citycenter takde orang. hehe...

teringat running man. kami dah macam main running man dalam bangunan citycenter yang kosong tu...

this is us...

 and....

 my cantaloupe and her ice mocha...

dan inilah santapan berbuka kami pada hari itu...

T___________________________T

entri yang tak de motif...huhu

every child is special

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...

letih. hari ni agak keletihan. projek membasmi cik li aka lipas giat dijalankan sejak pagi lagi, berlanjutan hinggalah ke petang. dan alhamdulillah akhirnya from 100% become 10% populasi cik li.

semalam layan satu movie. kawan tertinggal dia punya hardisk. so gunakan peluang belek2 hardisk dia. tajuk movie tu Taare Zameen Par.

 

ia mengisahkan seorang budak, ishaan, 8 tahun, menghidap dyslexia. disebabkan disorder ni dia selalu menimbulkan problem kepada kedua ibu bapanya. parentsnya ingat dia ni seorang yang nakal dan malas belajar. ishaan selalu gagal dalam peperiksaan. sehingga satu tahap parents dia decide nak hantar dia g boarding school.

kat boarding school tu la dia jumpa aamir khan, seorang guru ganti kat sekolah tu, yang berjaya mengubah hidup ishaan.

kalau dulu, kalau aamir khan yang berlakon sure rasa cam tak de feel nak tengok. tp sejak tengok 3idiots dan sekarang movie ni. dah semakin minat kat aamir khan. sejak kebelakangan ni, movie yg dia berlakon ada motif dan pengajaran yang nak dibawa. bukan macam sesetengah filem sekarang tak de motif pun. hbs tgk feel plain.

hmm kat atas ada mention dyslexia kan. apa itu dyslexia? dyslexia adalah satu learning disorder. seseorang tu susah nak kenal dan tafsir perkataan bertulis. ia bukanlah terencat akal. teringat masa belajar physio tajuk CNS dulu.

sedikit sebanyak review yang boleh dibuat hasil daripada tengok movie ni semalam,

1. kalau budak2 tak reti membaca, menulis etc. jangan paksa2 dorang. sebab kemungkinan dorang ada problem mcm ishaan dlm citer ni. so dalami isi hati budak2 dan cari any possible cause before take any action.

2. every child is special. so hargailah anak-anak sebab mereka adalah anugerah dan amanah daripada Allah.

3. sabar dan tabah bila berhadapan dengan kanak-kanak, terutama yang seperti ishaan. mereka tetap manusia biasa seperti kita tetapi see things in different view.

4. Albert Einstein, Leonardo da vinci etc. all of them ada problem masa kecil tapi dorang amazed the world with discoveries.

kita semua adalah special, samada kita sedar atau tidak. dan ada hidden potential inside us. ia bergantung pada diri kita sendiri, whether nak cuba bongkarkan ia atau benamkan ia dalam lautan kemalasan.

 

5. say u love them...kalau kita sayang kat seseorang, kita patut ucapkan padanya. bagitau kat dia kita sayang dan care.

all of all, patut tengok kot. hihi..

wheezing wednesday