Monday, May 9, 2016

Keon dan Buku

"Kak, letak dulu buku tu. Solat dulu."

Ummi menjenguk aku dari pintu. Lekas-lekas aku telangkupkan Kindle dan melompat turun dari katil.

Aku dan buku. Satu kisah cinta.

Aku memang sukakan buku. Ummi sukakan buku semasa mengandungkan aku. Masa waktu-waktu terakhirnya nak bersalinkan aku pun masih mengulit buku, sampai ditanya nurse padanya, "Masih belajar ke?"
Ummi senyum. "Tak, memang suka baca buku."

Aku mula-mula sekali diperkenalkan dengan buku baby yang ada huruf bergambar itu. Umur setahun setengah, aku hafal and betulkan kalau ummi sengaja baca salah. Dalam empat-lima tahun, aku dah boleh membaca. Aku baca semua benda. Belakang botol syampu, papan tanda, surat khabar, buku gerakan gerilla atok- you name it. Tempat favourite aku masa kecil ialah library dan kedai buku. Kena tinggal berjam-jam pun okay. Kalau aku hilang kat mall sila cari di kedai buku. Pasti berjumpa. Dah hafal directions to kedai buku kat our frequent mall kat mana. Paling dahsyat masa masih minum dari botol susu, aku akan sediakan tempat tidur sendiri- mesti ada bantal, botol susu, dan sebuah buku kegemaran aku, sila panggung depan tv demand nak tengok Bambi. Amagad why Keon. Ummi gelak-gelak sendiri, tapi katanya dia lagi rela anak suka baca buku daripada kuat main games.

Aku juga menyalahkan kecintaanku kepada buku, jadi penyebab aku pakai cermin mata. Ummi selalu suruh tidur awal masa kecik-kecik dulu. Aku taknak- sebab belum habis baca buku. Cara ummi marah, ditutup habis semua lampu. Aku baring depan sliding door ruang tamu, mata terkenyit-kenyit baca buku pakai lampu jalan kat luar. Gigih tak gigih. Awal darjah tiga, amik kau power dah 300. Yay me. Power yang tak boleh tak pakai cermin mata. Mesti pakai all the time. Jadilah episod spek hilang sebab aku cuai, patah atau sengaja patahkan (ya, pernah. Pastu kantoi dengan pakcik kedai spek. Memang menempah rotan once balik rumah.)

Aku sentiasa ada kad library di sekolah dan luar sekolah. Tapi aku tak pernah menang anugerah Nilam pun. Aku suka baca buku, tapi malas rekod haha. Waktu rehat selalu main chess dengan Aaron Lim kat library, lepas tu baca buku/siapkan homework. Ayah memang suruh aku pergi library untuk buku, sebab katanya masa dia kecik2 mana ada duit nak beli buku, library kan banyak buku. Tapi buku kat library dengan buku kat kedai buku tak sama😢 Aku belajar sukakan bau buku lama. Jadi bila darjah 4 aku baca Sejarah Melayu, darjah 5-6 ketagih Classics. Walaupun sekarang dah ingat-ingat lupa, tapi kawan sekolah rendah aku tak lupa aku budak pendiam yang suka mereput kat library baca buku tak pandang kiri kanan setiap hari pinjam 3 buku bawak balik rumah. Ada beberapa kali kena ganti duit sebab adik aku conteng/koyak/hilangkan, tapi aku tak serik-serik. Semacam ada satu dahaga yang tak hilang bila baca buku. Lagi satu, bila baca buku aku dapat idea, dan kemudian boleh menulis. Ah, I miss my younger self.

Bila aku suka membaca, banyak info yang aku dapat. Aku budak kecik annoying yang suka fire orang dengan facts untuk pertahankan diri sendiri for selfish reasons. Macam haritu ummi cerita, aku pernah bising kat semua orang yang makan jajan tak baik untuk kesihatan, nanti gigi reput, dapat kencing manis dan darah tinggi. Tapi kalau aku makan takpe. Kalau orang mintak jajan aku, padanlah muka kena dengar syarahan kesihatan dari budak darjah tiga. Dengar balik aku pun rasa nak lepuk diri sendiri kenapa kau menjengkelkan ha budak. Tau la pandai. Pandai-pandai pulak guna for self benefit. Haha.

Sampai ke hari ini aku masih sukakan buku. Suka sangat-sangat sampai boleh melompat macam jumpa cinta hati. Eh memang cinta hati pun. Haha. Dan kalau dah mula baca buku susah nak bergerak. Itu yang ummi kadang-kadang jerit dari luar bilik, kak kau kalau baca buku macam ayah tengok bola! Apa pun tak boleh! Kadang-kadang aku terfikir juga buku ni macam a distraction for me. Kalau ada orang addicted dengan K-drama, J-dorama, dan benda-benda lain yang aku takde patience untuknya itu, aku addicted dengan buku. Takpayah makan pun takpe. Jangan kacau masa klimaks buku. Nescaya akan disumpah olehku lol.

Aku cuba berubah jadi lebih baik, sebab apa pun yang kita suka kat dunia ni kena berpada-pada. Aku taknak baca buku dan ignore ummi. Aku taknak baca buku dan tak nampak dunia. Tapi instead, aku harap dengan baca buku aku lebih faham dengan dunia. :)

Okay sudah-sudahlah. Ini akibatnya masih hyper sebab semalam mencandat hari ini all biological clock went berserk. Esok kerja English teacher. Tak lama lagi ada assessment dan report cards day. Kelas sangat budak tadika ada assessment. Aku mana tahu, dulu aku tak masuk tadika. Hihi.

Sampai jumpa,

Assalamualaykum.

Ceritera Candat Sotong, 7-8 Mei 2016

Aku mulai hariku, cermat
Aku rangkul jiwaku, ketat
Jahat
Rasa kurang, rasa tiada
Rasa entah apa-apa
Ini aku, dalam perjumpaan manusiawi
Canggung membawa diri
Kata dilantun terasa butir peluru ke hati

Tiba di Shah Alam, aku mengorak
Aku senyum, cuba menebak
Apa tari perlu digerak
Apa tanya perlu ditembak
Galak
Semua tinggi-tinggi jiwa, mahu cari pelangi di laut lepas

Jalannya panjang, waktunya lama
Gelisah aku makin tersira
Aku siapa, engkau siapa
Masih meneka-neka
Semuanya kedengaran riang
Diam-diam aku seorang
Makan berdua dengan Kak Risya
Nyah sebentar janggal tersisa
Menunggu bila tiba, lewat
Lekaslah sampai, Batu Bersurat!

Tidur tak lena dibuai-buai
Tawa berhabis, dilagu-lagu
Sentap hati rasa cemburu
Akalku menyentuh, nanti dulu
Nanti dulu!
Biar laut membasuh galaumu.

Ternampakkan arca sotong dan udang
Hati terus rasa dijulang
Benarkah Marang,
Benarkah kita?
Sudah sampai di labuh bahtera?
Biru-biru derau samudera
Aku tak lagi hirau mantera
Lekaslah lekas, aku rindumu
Pantaslah pantas, harung kelamku!

Singgah makan di kedai makcik
Terasa aneh ubun dipercik
Kedainya kecil, bangunannya tinggal
Makcik terkejut, ramainya datang
Terus pesanan terpusing hilang
Berkali-kali air tak sampai
Bertamu marah, hati tak sampai
Tenggiri dikata pari
Bayam ditelah kangkung
Apa parah akal sendiri
Lantas gusar sedikit canggung?
Bahan ketawa kau sehari-hari
Nasib kerisi kau tak gelar mambong.

Terus solat di Masjid Marang
Berkenal-kenal memecah senang
Lepas ini bot kita menyatu
Seribu rencam di laut dalam
Biar habis resah belikat
Malam ini kita mencandat!

Satu bot meriah sekali
Mula bergerak hatiku iri
Pada yang kayu, begitu klasik
Pasti alunnya terasa asyik
Bertabah saja dengan si plastik
Diranduk ombak mual dipetik
Ah! Merlik
Sotong dicari, jiwa ditarik

Mula dengan cerita Cik Man
Membuka panggung, ilmu ditebar
Tentang joran, candat dan layar
Tangsi di ikat di ibu jari
Mahirnya amat, terlopong kami
Garamnya banyak, ilmunya tinggi
Terima kasih daun keladi

Sampai ke malam sotong dicandat
Bertukar-tukar arah dan tempat
Elok dapat sotong seekor
Pergi ke depan, mahu memasyhur
Tiba habis isi perut ditabur
Haha!
Pengsan langsung ke tengah malam
Padan muka, hati kau takbur.

Satu pagi diri terjaga
Rasa diri tersapa bayu
Tangkas candat di tangga ku angkat
Dicampak tenang ke laut biru
Dua sajak mengukir lagu
Sotong menari, menguja zapin
Hati terasa peritnya makin
Laju sungguh buah tarinya
Dimakan tidak candat kita

Berbual berbasa dengan Cik Man
Katanya bukan salahnya musim
Sotongnya ada, candat tak makan
Lain kali bawa yang kecil-kecil
Dilihat sotong, besar dariku
Aku yang makankah, dia makan aku?
Tersirat padanya, aku masih mual
Katanya pula, fibreglass punya hal
Lain kali pilihlah kayu
Nescaya terang, mabuk tak mahu

Bertahan aku hingga ke pagi
Menghilang mabuk di dada langit
Bintang berkelip menawan seri
Sesekali terlihat kemilau berlari
Jika begini, hatiku girang
Biar hasil tidak bertandang
Dikelambui semesta, aku tenang
Di lain hari, pasti ku kenang

Sampai ke subuh, kembali kalah
Muntah hijau, aku menyerah
Seusai fajar bergeraklah kami
Pulang semula ke bibir jeti
Mengibar lambai ke Kapasnya sisir
Laungku padanya,
Jumpa lagi!

Kembali pula ke Masjid Marang
Membuang habis pasir bersarang
Candat kedua di pasar basah
Melihat sotong terasa mewah
Sepuluh riyal sekilo, nah
Pagi-pagi adik come, abang wi murah jah!

Sarapan ditemani bayu menggulung
Nasi dagang rasanya berbeza
Ikan tongkol selalu ku hitung
Hari ini kuhabisi semua
Putar cerita masih bertakung
Candat sana, ekornya berapa
Bagaimana ragam si tekong
Apa dikisah hasil tak seberapa?

Dilanjut pula ke Pasar Payang
Ditingkat-tingkat susunnya bayang
Membeli serupa menjulang sembah
Ampunkan patik, berapa riyal sebuah?
Sempat pula mencicip durian
Sekali berbicara, satu bas pengsan

Langsung dibawa ke Masjid Kristal
Panasnya hari rasa ditunjal
Oleh letih, mabuk semalam, dan ombak berpintal
Selamat tinggal bumi Terengganu
Memorimu kutampal, mahal

Apa dikenang tak kenal hati
Bila di hujung, tak mahu henti
Biar sahabat kekal selama
Mencandat teman, cerita diperi
Jadi ingatan zaman-berzaman
Berbahu kita menongkah lautan

Kenang-kenang ini, biar kusimpan
Sampai berkilau lagi, segala taulan.



Keon Safaai,
Masih teroleng-oleng di ombak hidup.

Kata-kata Yang Tercandat, Dakwatnya Tertumpah di Jemariku

Aku ikut aktiviti mencandat sotong 7-8 Mei lepas. Yakni semalam.

Ini bukan entri tentang aktiviti mencandat.
Ini entri untuk aku kumpulkan kata-kata yang terluah (atau termuntah, wink) sepanjang jalannya.
Sebab aku taip di Twitter, aku rasa tak adil untuk beri satu entri bagi bait nan sebaris dua. Jadi aku taip saja semula di sini, ya.

Sorry Syed this isn't up to your expectation, surely. Haha. Here goes~



I

Jalanku ke Marang
Dibalut resah-kesah sekarang
Disambut Kapas terbentang
Antara girang
Gundah, dan julang


II

Datang segera lautan,
Hanyutkan semua kehampaan.
Aku ingin sendiri denganmu,
Dalam alunan bayu, cuma kita yang tahu.


III

Come, come ilham.
Let free kata terpendam.
Aku mahu diam
Dan melagukan alam.


IV

Debur membelah laut
Bikin hatiku ribut
Segala harap, dan entah apa lagi yang tersangkut
Kau lontar ke peranggu
Biar lurut
Biar hapus hasut


V

Aku memanggilmu, sukmaku
Di lepas mata
Di kail jiwa
Melata jauh ke angkasa, bersama bintang
Kau tidak juga datang
Membiarkan aku teroleng-oleng
Mabuk di laut pasang
Engkau, kekal bayang
Tak ternampakkan tampang

Kelam sukmaku bisu melayang.


VI

Tergoncang jiwa diranduk dakwat candat,
mengiramakan kisah kita
Biar langit gemerlap membumbungi
Segala tawa, isi perut tertulis di dada laut
Tetap setia terikal di mata
Biar semalam baru bersua.



Keon Safaai

5.28AM 7 Mei 2016  
2.44PM 7 Mei 2016  
4.00PM 7 Mei 2016 
1.50AM 8 Mei 2016 
1:54AM 8 Mei 2016
1.36PM 9 Mei 2016 

Post-Candat.

Janggal Mulai

Aku bukan dari negeri ini
Aku bukan dari kumpulan ini
Aku malahan, milik diriku sendiri

Jalan ini jauh
Pusing ini lenguh
Aku sudah mahu gocoh
Tapi tak ingin bikin kecoh

Biar aku belajar dari kekosongan ini
Biar aku rasa ingin mati
Aku bukan di negeri sendiri
Tapi aku temukan hati
Dan belajar tentang sepi

Ah, sepi
Siapa engkau untuk membunuhku?

7 Mei 2016
Bas AZ Liner
Marang, Terengganu

Hujung Minggu Golongan Pelik

Hujung minggu kita, hujung minggu aku.

Sudah seminggu kita rencanakan ini.
Perjumpaan ini.

Okay Keon, stop being so pretentious shall we? I gagged at your words. Urgh.

Alright, so it starts on a lazy afternoon...not.

It starts on an early morning by Keon's standards.

(Everything is early by Keon's standards. Note to self: do change this.)

So my Labour Day weekend started off with me (practically my laptop, but you can't blame the brainless technology) accidentally deleted my nearly completed translated file. I do some subtitles translating works, as a freelancer. It's not as fun as it sounded tho. All my hardwork...gone...in a blip.

Ended up with me notoriously spending the next 8 hours on my laptop translating the whole episode all over again. Yay me. Luckily no supervisors scolded me or even lift a finger, or so it seems.

The day after, which was Sunday, was planned for a KL hangout. Me, Syed and Naja planned this the weekend before, The plan was Dataran Merdeka-Indian lunch-AADC2.

I bought the tickets twice. Blame Naja for letting me and Syed took the reins. That unfit-in-our-schedule tickets were given off to my lil sisters and brother for them to enjoy themselves. While us three bought a quite front seat. I dunno whether it's me who's so short but I do think I kinda sprained my neck a bit after the movie. Note to self: E is very depan okay *side eyeing Naja* LOL

I should tell about the Dataran Merdeka first, shouldn't I.

We found out that there's no bike rentals available for us noobs. We ended up eating at the row of stalls. I ordered wedges, Syed some fries, and Naja ordered burger (was it? Something heavier la I don't really remember) which totally beats our original purpose nak work out kot. But borrowing Naja's words, the plan was to /lepak/ around Dataran Merdeka. I never knew how to interpret the work lepak, ever, so I'm gonna take it that it meant makan and share stories about life. So tua, the feels. Lol.

After eating we went museum hopping. As if it's a thing. It is quite trippy, but being with these two, nothing is, actually. When you have writer (*cough* blogger *cough*) friends, /everything/ is interesting. Like not-well-known musical instruments, or funny sounding words. And museums, no matter how mundane they can be, are interesting to us. The first place we went to was Muzium Muzik. Quite small, but got lots of info nevertheless, and interesting words for my poem hahahaha no I haven't use them /yet/ lol. The most interesting feature was this touchscreen where we can make an orchestra of funny sounding mashup of instruments (or musical types like gamelan whatnot.) We played around with it and move on. The music played in the gallery were P Ramlee's songs. I was totally euphoric when Jangan Tinggal Daku was in the air.

After that we went to the KL Art Gallery, where the security was very lacking, to say the least, I think it's because there's nothing sangat to preserve pun inside. The entry fee was RM5 (I think) but I didn't know that at first and I went straight into the gallery for 3 mins till I realised that Naja and Syed wasn't behind me. I went out to ajak them inside, then they made signs that you can't enter! Keon geddautta there before somebody drags you out! Lollll I walk my strut out of there once and for all, maintaining my innocent expression hahahaha.

Muzium Tekstil was next. I think this museum is the most under-researched museums of  all the museums I've ever went to. Or maybe they put it at a tourist's expectation, like gurl kalau kau nak more info just go to Arkib Negara already. I am happy to see all those types of textile tho. And there's this section where they show all the jewellery of Malay's and its leluhur's ancestry. We spent sometime watching the documentary about how a goldsmith doing his intricate works on making a gold bracelet. See? Only people like us will be interested and not bored to death. One display table showed various belt buckles from the old days and from various states in Malaysia. But the info counter labelled all of them as "Pending" (belt buckle in Malay, god I never knew this word) and Buckle. Like what? No identification from which state whatsoever. Well there was some description beside each item, but I was hoping that it was showed at some extent on the info counter since it's easier to the eyes. Na-dah! We then moved on to the headdress section. There's one gallery dedicated to Bremen Wong Millinery's works, who made contemporary head gears, worn by runway models and the 2015 Malaysian Miss Universe. Awesome works, I totally personally fancy this one work of his, named Red Typhoon.

Moving on from the museum, it's finally lunch time, thank God. This is my MOST anticipated part of the day because, let's face it, 1) Food and even better, 2) Indian Food. God knows I would pay however much they charge me for a plate of pure Indian briyani, I miss it so very badly. I didn't put very high expectation to it, cz we're in Malaysia, come on. But Betel Leaf surely taken me aback. I am very impressed with Naja's choice, and put mental note to trust his choices after this, haha, cz, the restaurant was AMAZING. The feels, the atmosphere, even the smell (the slight smell of incense in the air, not the bad kind of it.) Tho I know Naja wouldn't know what I'm so excited about, but anyone who have ever went to India would know what I mean. Down to the cutleries, waiter's accent, everything was on point Indian to me. Yayers! We ordered (ahem, I ordered, hehew) egg briyani, masala papad, chicken pepper fry, gobi manchurian and drinks. I ordered mango juice and expected to get the kind that we usually get in Indian juice stalls (alphonso mango pureed juice) but nahhh, it's just juice from the juicebox. Like Maaza or Slice. Still noms. But the food was fine, I nearly forgot I wasn't at Hideout (our frequent in Davanagere.) The guys didn't finish their food, tho. I rasa gemuk la hogging sorang-sorang liddis, guys. Lol. I never used to share my briyani unless the portion is very big or I don't feel like eating much. But it was worth it despite the price being quite pricey. In India I could get the same or more portion at a quarter of the price. How I miss Indian food so much.

There's a group of Indian family behind our table. Out of the blue the grandma's nose suddenly spurted blood. A whole lot of it, like a whole bowl of blood, splattered all over her plate and placemat. I wish I could record the whole thing in slow-mo, because as soon as that happened, her family members all jerked back, sending their plates, banana leaves, glasses and cutleries flying off the table. Okay I made it sounded funny, sorry! but that's how it went. Their second reaction was calling the grandma's name, asking her if she's okay. I thought it was some sort of busted aneurysm or some stroke because the grandma kept her head down for sometime, I thought she might had neck stiffness. But then she lifted her head and her family members helped her went out from the restaurant. By the amount of blood, I think she must be on some sort of anticoagulant. Aspirin maybe? Everything kinda run over my rusty brain, I was very slow to show reaction. Syed on seeing the pool of blood, asked me, "was that blood?" and when I nod, totally lost his appetite in split second and pushed his plate away. I'm sorry Syed! I didn't know you can't look at blood, or else I would've told you it was some curry the family had. The waiters nonchalantly wiped off the whole mess and things went back to normal. I finished my meal and topped it off with some gulab jamun. It was too sweet for my taste, tho, but for the sake of nostalgia I finished it off too. I miss Niveditha's mom's gulab jamun. That one is perfection.

We then went to Suria KLCC for our Ada Apa Dengan Cinta 2. These guys left me at KLCC and went to the KLCC mosque for prayers and to shower (I know right? Metrosexuals I'm friends with) then rejoined me at Kinokuniya. Cz we already planned to go to the PBAKL the next day, I didn't buy any books. We then proceed to watch AADC2 which I already knew wouldn't be as good as the first from reviews, but Rangga is an eyecandy, so. I hate his doggy expressions to win Cinta back, though. I mean you don't have to, mister! You're awesome and ditch that 14-year old broken relationship and let Cinta eat her heart out! But no, this is a movie, and it must go the way the director wants it to be.*cough* I also hate that they didn't really emphasized on the strong friendship, I mean fans love the dynamics of the strong Karmen, pretty Maura and playful, ditzy Milly, and Alya. I hate how they killed off Alya in a car crash. All that depression and drama in the first movie, and you killed her off a car crash? Seriously? Maybe they (the producers) don't want the dark theme clouding Cinta and Rangga's boring hard to get relationship drama. It was okay, happy ending, but I still hate how commercialized it feels and  it was nothing to compare to the original AADC. Not to mention the lack of poetry. Such bummer.

We ended the day with plans to go to karaoke but no rooms available, so we head back home.

The next day, the guys picked me up at the Serdang KTM Station and off we went to MAEPS for the book fest. The place was packed and I managed to pick up 7 titles, saw Nadia Khan (she's very cute in person! I like her personality but I'm not really a fan of her writings so it's awkward to come up and say hi), Lutfi Ishak(omg Dondang Pembukaan totally opened my eyes and nearly made me feel like giving up on poetry altogether), Aloy Paradoks, and other authors. Sweaty but joyful, we then went to UPM mosque for prayers, ate Texas Chicken (my first time! Finalleh!) at The Mines and split off.

I must say the weekend left me happy for the whole week for realization that I have like-minded friends who can see things (or if not, they could totally understand) the way I do about life and this world. We live in a mundane place. Not much space to improve but at least when you have people whom you can relate to, everything doesn't feel so gloomy.

And I am excited throughout the week for the Mencandat Sotong trip. Something that will totally test me, cz I hate meeting new people, but I'll try my best!

Till then!

Assalamualaykum.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Diam Tenteram

Dalam langkah-langkah kita
Diam mencumbui udara
Aku takut, takut sekali
Kalau-kalau bintang di mataku ini
Terpampang habis di mata engkau

Sudah bagaimana jika begini
Aku bimbang mati
Dibunuh rasa ditapuk-tapuk sendiri

Meski diam itu konkrit
Aku selesa seiring denganmu
Biar masa itu beku
Tak berdetik, cuma dihuni aku dan engkau

Ku toleh lagi
Engkau langsung hilang ditelusup angin.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Rencam Angan

Telepuk bertemu kain kasa
Dakwat emas disulam suasa
Dipakai manis dari seberang
Hati terlihat semakin girang
Terjelepuk aku dari angan siang
Kau ada di sisiku,
Matamu cemerlang
Terhapus habis selumbar karang
Tak ada yang bikin aku garang
Tak ada lagi, habis hilang.