Aku: " Hello... Assalammualaikum. Hai AWAK..." [ dengan suara romantik, lemah gemalai.. ]
Dia: " Hello!.. Saya tengah SIBUK lah... [ suara yang BENGANG giller ]
Aku: " Emmm OK... " [letak phone]

Dan secara SPONTAN jerr MOOD AKU BERUBAH... Berubah SECARA TOTAL. Macam2 perasaan yang menerjah otak, hati dan perasaan aku. Semua tuh silih berganti membuatkan jantung aku BERDEGUP KENCANG. Darah mula naik ke muka... PANAS semacam jerr kulit muka aku.

Aku cuba gak PUJUK... Aku cuba gak buat kerja lain... Aku cuba gak LALAI kan otak aku drp fikirkan menda tuh... Dan SETIAP kali aku cuba, SETIAP kali itu gak lah aku GAGAL.
MUNGKIN aku tak cuba sedaya upaya aku.
MUNGKIN aku memberikan jalan dan sedikit RUANG untuk PERASAAN itu menakluki HATI dan PERASAAN aku...

YUP... AKU BENGANG..
AKU MARAH...
AKU MERAJUK...

Lepas tuh, AKU tak angkat langsung PHONE OPIS yang berdering tak henti2 tuh... Sampai kat LIFT, aku OFF kan HANDSET...
Aku terus BALIK UMAH tumpang KAMAL.

Perasaan BENGANG + MARAH + MERAJUK tuh buatkan aku malas nak cakap2. Malas nak jumpa2 orang. Malas nak sembang2.

Sampai umah aku makan PISANG GORENG (zura blanje) ngan kamal sambil tengok TV. Dan sepanjang petang sampai malam tuh aku OFF kan HANDSET tuh. TAK kuasa aku nak LAYAN sesapa. SENAK dah OTAK aku sejak PAGI tadi BERTUNGKUS LUMUS ngan KERJE2 yang MENIMBUN.

DAN malam semalam, aku langsung tak SENTUH makanan selain PISANG GORENG tuh dan TIGA (3) biji LIMAU MANDRIN hadiah daripada Mr. & Mrs Yap.

Aku ON kan kejap HANDSET tuh pukul 9.30... Pastu OFF balik.
Pukul 11.30, aku ON kan balik... ade SMS LUDI dan Voice Message dari DIA. Tetiba HANDSET tuh berdering dan terpapar nama DIA... ESH... BISING betul lah HANDSET nie... Dan buat kali ke DUA dan KETIGA nya bunyi itu semakin sayup... SAYUP2 kedengaran setelah DITEKUP dengan BANTAL!!.. Pastuh aku OFF kan semula HANDSET tuh.

PUKUL 12.30 aku terjaga bila Pok Wan dan PIKO sembang2. Tak lena TIDO aku... Aku ON kan balik HANDSET tuh dan SET kan jam pukul 6.15 pagi untuk bangun SUBOH.

AKHIRNYA aku bangun pada pukul 6.25 kerana sakit PERUT yang teramat sangat... LEPAS ke tandas dan sembahyang subuh, aku TELAN pil CHI KIT TECK AUN yang aku bawak balik dari UUM dulu tuh... LEGA rasa perut aku.

Emmm TERUK kan aku??...
BUKAN aku tak tau DIA BZ kat sana...
BUKAN aku tak tau DIA BANYAK KEJE kat sana...
TAPI...
NTAH lah... hati aku CEPAT SANGAT terasa...
TAKDE lah besar mana pon MENDA tuh..
TAPI yerrlah... SUSAH nak kawal hati SENDIRI, apatah lagi hati orang.

AND in the PROCESS of RESTORING myself to the usual self, I HURT SOMEONE. NOT only HER, but there's another person.

UNTUK DIA...
Awak. SORRY yerr... SAYA tak dapat kawal hati saya sendiri. SAYA sepatutnya PAHAM, tapi HATI saya TETAP tak mo PAHAM. SORRY lah susahkan awak....

Dear Prime Minister

I will never forget 1 February 2002. On that day, your government managed to divide the Singapore society in a way that even the ISD
arrests and the threat of terrorism in Singapore did not. Four little girls had settled well in their respective schools and were doing what all little kids should do:study and make friends.

On Feb 1, your government required that these children be suspended, and deprived of their education. Their crime? They dared to wear the tudung, a tiny piece of cloth that covered their heads. Your grounds for suspension? They breached the school uniform rule, and the school uniform is necessary for children of different races to unite.

Dear Prime Minister, have you asked any of the classmates whether they had difficulty mixing with these girls because of their tudung? Has anyone complained that the girls were not integrating with their classmates because of the tudung? Believe me, no one who truly believes in racial harmony will buy your government's immature assertion that the uniform is necessary topreserve unity. And repeating a cliche continuously does not make it any more believable.

Dear Prime Minister, have you also considered the effect of your draconian action on the schoolmates of the affected children? My niece, Ayeshah, is in White Sands. Although she had read the newspapers regularly and knew some 'tudunged' kids were facing suspension, she never imagined her schoolmate, whom she had seen many times in the playground, was one of those affected. You see, she had so much trust in her principal that she told her mother rather proudly that Mrs Dhillon was unlike the principals mentioned in the news because she was allowing a child to practise her faith in peace. She was distraught on Friday when she found out that one of the three children was indeed from White Sands. She was shattered. This was a child who truly believed everyone in Singapore mattered regardless of race and religion and felt that she was as important as any non-Muslim. Now she has her doubts. She does not wear the tudung regularly, but certainly hoped to wear it when she was slightly older. Now she knows she may never be able to do it in school, and she feels her rights have been violated.

I attach with this mail a copy of her entry in her school journal, addressed to her teacher. I hope you take time to read it. You may think that we adults have been feeding all the wrong ideas into her head, but it is not true. Any thinking child can see that your actions are discriminatory.

As for your argument that Sikhs are allowed their turbans because it was allowed during the colonial times ... are you then saying that the colonial government had greater respect for the religious rights of their subjects than the democratically elected government of our independent republic?

I do not begrudge the Sikh his right to wear his turban. Islam requires me to respect the rights of others, and freedom of religion is a cardinal principal of my faith. Of course, we are also required to speak up for our rights .. hence this letter. Every Singaporean should support us if he or she truly believes that we all have a right to practise our respective religions (Art 15 of the Constitution) and that every one has a right to an education (Act 16).

As for the argument that by practising one's religion in school, common space is breached ... I ask how? As long as a request does not infringe on anyone else's rights, does not cost the school anything financially, and can be validated by a respected religious authority, a request for the modification of a school rule should not infringe on common space.

The school remains neutral, and the interaction between the children remains normal too. Common space is not breached by differences in skin colour ...why should it be breached by slight differences in school uniform?

I wonder, if upper secondary school boys have an option of wearing either long or short trousers in school, why can't the same option be afforded to girls? Isn't that gender discrimination? And once that option is given to girls, why should the options be limited to upper secondary alone? Why not to all children who have reached puberty? And once that is deemed reasonable, a piece of cloth over one's head will not seem so serious a matter any more. You see, Prime Minister, the modification of the school uniform to accommodate particular needs is not a difficult concept to visualize if you have the inclination to do so. But your government has chosen to take a rigid stand instead, and to politicise an otherwise simple matter which could have been settled within the four walls of the school.

Today I have been convinced of the need for an opposition voice in Parliament. I voted for the PAP during the last elections, and was
disappointed when Mr Low Thia Kiang won in Hougang. Now I am grateful he and Mr Chiam See Tong are there. I don't know if it will happen, but at least I can hope that this matter will be discussed in Parliament through an alternative voice. On the same note, I'ld like to issue a challenge to your government today,audacious as it may seem. You have said that your government will consider creating a shadow cabinet that will debate the government's policies in parliament. I'ld like to hear this matter being debated through that milieu.

I do not want the Malay/Muslim MPs to be the ones to raise the matter in Parliament as I do not think this issue concerns only Malays/Muslims but all minorities. It is for that reason that I cc this letter to so many of your MPs.

Lastly, I promise you, Mr Prime Minister, that until this matter is resolved in a way that is humane, I for one will never believe what I read in the papers about your government's programmes to improve racial harmony and integration. Your statement that Singaporeans should learn about each other and value each other smacks of the worst kind of hypocrisy when at the same time you are depriving school children of the best opportunity to learn and accept each other as they are, ie in school. For the message you have given Singaporeans in general is this: that it is alright to prevent a Singaporean from practising his religion in the name of unity and rules.

You may say this is justified in schools, but how do you prevent others from extending the same policy and justifying it in the outside working world as well? Can we say they are discriminatory when they are merely aping your actions?

I know this letter is not very gentle. It is not my intention to be rude, but everything I say here comes from my heart, and I just have to let you know how I feel. So as is the Muslim practice, I apologise for the parts where I have been offensive in any way ... please attribute it to the want of a better style rather than malice.

Before I end, let me just remind you of what the father of one of the girls said when asked whether he was pursuing this matter in court, 'I don't want Singapore to have a bad image.' This is one Singaporean I am proud of.

What a pity the government is not as gracious.
I look forward to hearing from you.

Respectfully Yours,
Noorunnisa d/o PK Ibrahim Kutty
S 6998077 E
Blk 701 Hougang Ave 2 #06-05
Singapore 530701
Tel: 2868757

It's Saturday morning and Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home.

"Hello?" says a little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Bob. "Is Mommy near the phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank."

After a brief pause, Bob says,
"But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!"
"Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!"
"Okay, then. Here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car's just pulled up outside the house."
"Okay, Daddy!"

A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.
"Well, I did what you said, Daddy."
"And what happened?"
"Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's all dead."

"Oh, my God! What about Uncle Frank?"
"He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too, and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he's dead too."

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the same huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

WAHHHHHH.... AWAKKK... [ satu jeritan yang menggambarkan excitement ]
AWAK BAGI SAYA COKLAT CLOUD NINE...!!
WAAAHHHHH BESHNYERRR...
WAHHHH...TQ.. TQ.. TQ.. TQ...
MASA bila awak masukkan nieee??.. TAK perasan pon??...
AWAK... TQ sesangat...
Sayang AWAK!!!...
MUAHHHHS.. MUAHSS... MUAHHHHHHHHHSSSSS... "

Hari nie BORING...
Hari nie MALAS...
Hari nie PENAT...
Hari nie TAK PRODUKTIF...
Hari nie TAK BESH...
Hari nie SEDIH...

Adakah BORING kerana aku memang seorang yang BORING??
Adakah MALAS kerana aku memang seorang yang MALAS??
Adakah PENAT kerana aku memang orang yang selalu PENAT??
Adakah TAK PRODUKTIF kerana aku memang orang yang TAK PRODUKTIF??
Adakah TAK BESH kerana memang TAK DE YANG BESH???
Tapi kenapa aku SEDIH???...

Aku SEDIH kerana hari nie aku DITINGGALKAN KESEORANGAN...
Aku DITINGGALKAN ibarat LELAYANG PUTUS TALI... TERUMBANG-AMBING tanpa arah tujuan..
Aku DITINGGALKAN ibarat PERAHU tak BERTAMBAT... HANYUT mengikut ALUNAN OMBAK...

AKU KESEORANGAN...
AKU KESEPIAN..
AKU SAYU...
AKU HIBA...
AKU HAMPA...

MENGAPA semua ini terjadi PADAKU???
MENGAPA kebahagiaan itu TIDAK KEKAL LAMA??
MENGAPA BAHAGIA hanya dapat ku KECAP sekejap sahaja??
MENGAPA??...
MENGAPA dan MENGAPA???

Sesungguhnya aku PASRAH!!!.... [ diikuti DENDANGAN lagu PASRAH oleh ERRA FAZIRA.. ]

Pagi nie aku sikit TERKEJUT...
Oleh kerana KEMALASAN MONDAY MOOD yang teramat sangat tuh... MAKA pagi2 lagi aku DAH rasa KELETIHAN yang teramat sangat pagi nie. MUNGKIN hasil RONGGENG hari cuti masih berbaki. LETIH + PENAT + NGANTUK.
Tapi rasanya aku balik awal semalam...
Rasanya aku TIDO awal semalam... KUL 11.00 jerr mata aku dah terlelap setelah berkemas2 dan menyiapkan KELENGKAPAN untuk bekerja.

TAPI, bangun PAGI jerr.. RASA KEMALASAN yang teramat sangat...
MALAS betul lah HARI ISNIN nie.
[ Ayat2 biasa di PAGI Isnin yang PENUH KELU KESAH..]

Oleh kerana KEMALASAN tuh lah aku tak udah2 surf INTERNET. Aku buka, aku baca, dan aku CONTENG setiap satu JURNAL yang termampu. BILA, aku buka BLUEHIKARI.COM tertera satu ungkapan ringkas yang menimbulkan SERIBU/SEJUTA persoalan...
" Segalanya bermula dan tamat di sini. Maafkan aku, sahabat. "

Haa??... KENAPA lak tuh??
APSAL lak tuh??...
NAPE lak tetiba jerr TUTUP...
Takde ANGIN, TETIBA RIBUT melanda...
Takde AWAN, TETIBA HUJAN LEBAT...

Aku ADE terlepas ape2 kerr??... DID I MISSED SOMETHING???... DID I??
WHAT??...

NAPE nie LUDI??..
APSAL tetiba jerr TUTUP??...
APSAL nie???
TAKAN STRESS ngan PENGARAH kao tuh sampai nak TUTUP JERNEL...??
TAKAN sibuk ASMARA2 sampai nak TUTUP JERNEL??
TAKAN marah AKU panggil kao LUDI ASMARA sampai nak TUTUP JERNEL???

PASAL AKU kerr???
AKU??...
ALAH SALAH AKU KERRR???

YERRLAH2... AKU tak PANGGIL kao LUDI ASMARA lagi dah...
BETUL... AKU dah tak panggil kao gitu lagi dah...
BUKA balik yerr JERNEL...
JANGAN LAH MARAH.