Saya masih orang yang sama.

Assalamualaikum! hihu~

Apa khabar pembaca-pembaca setia yang dikasihi Allah sekalian?

Hari ini ada cerita panas, well, tak ada la panas mana, cuma satu fenomena yang agak ajaiblah bagi saya.

Pada suatu hari, Lisa bertemu dengan rakan-rakannya setelah bertahun-tahun tidak berjumpa. Sebelum dia keluar, dia mengenakan baju kurung berwarna biru, selendang lebar bertona serupa, lengkap dengan stokin dan stokin tangan. Lisa yang belajar di UK, baru sahaja mendapat peluang balik ke tanah airnya setelah 2 tahun menuntut di universiti terkemuka di UK.

Dia tidak sabar bertemu dengan rakan-rakannya yang mengenalinya dari umur 13 tahun, malah ada yang lebih lama mengenalinya. Setelah menunggu kedatangan kawan-kawannya dia sebuah restoran di pekan, mereka berpelukan sesama sendiri, tangan berjabat, pipi berlaga, senyuman dilemparkan, sungguh Lisa merindui sahabat-sahabat baiknya.

"Wahh, Lisa, ustazah kau sekarang." Komen Mira tersenyum. Rakannya yang lain turut mengangguk tanda setuju.

"Dulu ingat Lisa kan tomboy, main jerit-jerit dekat laki, pastu ingat tak dia pernah tampar seorang budak tu, apa namanya, haa, Mamat!" Azura pula menyelit, diikuti dengan ketawa rakan-rakan. Lisa pun ketawa, tercuit hatinya mengenang masa yang lalu.

"Alah kau ni, dulu ingat tak kau suka dekat Ali, pastu kau siap bagi dia surat layang lagi, kau jugak datang complain kat aku." Lisa menampar lembut bahu kawannya sambil ketawa dengan ketawanya yang cukup unik.

"Weh, kau still gelak sama lah. Tak berubah pun!" kata Dina.

Lisa mengerutkan dahi, tapi senyumannya tidak lekang.

"Mestilah, aku masih Lisa yang sama kot."

"Yalah, kau kan dah berubah sekarang...."

Changing Seasons

The crackle of fresh snow underneath those boots,

the blackened ice of late winter,

stillness and the smell of death thickens the winter air,

probably the smell of your withering hope.

And spring promises you a thousand dreams,

budding beautiful flowers by the dozen,

slowly but steadily growing with love,

and those hopes of yours looks real

the heat heightens with a fierce intensity,

so does your passion and soul,

the sand is warm under your toes,

as you bask in the shine of your triumphs.

soon leaves start to grow old and darken,

growing frail and eventually kissing the damp floor,

what had gone wrong all along when it was going well?

you soon realize that it was the nature of things.

winter creeps in with it's harsh winds,

you seem to start all over again,

but this time you won't falter in the long nights,

for there will be a new spring by dawn.

-Syaza Mariyah-

1:31PM in my room, Malaysia.

Confessions of a Kpop Addict.

Assalamualaikum! hewhew. It's been a long time right? Okay maybe not so long lah. I've had a writer's block for quite a while (a while because my previous blog, I updated like everyday.)

But today, bam! An idea hit me like a storm, at 11:00PM whilst I was trying to get some sleep. And guess what? Here I am at 11 something something PM writing this post down because I can't sleep with an idea in my head. It's a curse, and a blessing I guess.

AHA!

Today's topic, I actually mulled it over for a while, thinking about the appropriateness of the topic, whether it would be opening my own 'pekung' but I thought, this is to be treated as a lesson. I will try to keep that in mind whilst writing this post.

p/s. I really want to write a post in full Malay, but I need to brush up on my Malay I think, you know, artfully, like novel type of Malay, with good grammar and powerful vocabs and stuff like that, because writing in Malay very casually doesn't have the same impact. Well maybe it does but I think I'll make it awkward so let's save that till another day okay? ^^