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Dashing through your mind,
Head shaking in regret,
Working your behind,
You feel you’re almost dead!
Projects still unchecked,
There’s Calculus and capstone,
And TOM and POM and heck.
A circular symbol that means nothing,
But also everything.
A symbol of paradox, where beginning and the end means the same thing,
So when I have a blank space in my head,
A void devoid of anything,
trying to avoid everything,
I feel a fear in me.
Whether this is a beginning of something terrible
Or the ending of something incredible.
What am I thankful for?
How do you start a piece with a catchy starter? Because I don’t know how. And, I don’t think I can wreck my brain to come up with one.
So, as I was travelling to KLIA2 last Sunday, a friend asked me if I want to write something for the upcoming Filler Friday. I, actually, have quite a few things on my plate but then the theme caught my attention. The theme is to write about something that we are thankful for and I know, majority of us (or, is it just me? Huh.) will instantly think that we do not have much thing to be thankful for. My, my, we (or, maybe, me) are such a negative person.
Therefore, here am I, occupying a space at KLIA2’s food court, typing some words into Microsoft Word while waiting for a friend to arrive. Let’s start counting our blessings, should we?
When little Amir was five, he had a cat. With soft, willowy tufts of fur and the most adorable mewl you could imagine, Amir had affectionately called her Upak (or rather, his mother did – he just followed suit). Upak was the sweetest, cutest, most wonderful cat in the history of cats – Amir would rush home from tadika just to wrap his arms around the feline and embrace that glowing warmth that burst from within her.
Amir slowly grew up – Upak did too, of course, maturing gracefully with her nine lives, growing bigger and fatter and ever more pampered. By the time Amir was fifteen, Upak had reached a great age. She was a little heavy from the years of constantly being fed cat food and sardines (Amir always threw them out when his mum wasn’t looking) and, though old, was still very much happy and alive.
Friends and fellow comrades,
In the midst of brisky days and nights,
Take a jiffy moment,
Ponder on how life works,
We sail the ark of life,
As the manic wave gushing ahead,
Marching as a crew,
Boatswain on the deck,
Helmsman on the steer,
Powder monkeys with the flask,
Along the journey to the isle of glory,
Battles over battles encountered,
Leaving the sail in dire,
Nevertheless fellas and colleagues,
With a strong symphony played by the force,
Forged a robust will,
Carving an effigy of pride and honour,
Standing in majesty,
Till the realm itself known,
In union there is strength.
Written by : Hafiz Roslee
I used to live in M1 last semester. I shared a room with one of my coursemates who we will call ‘Liyana’ for convenience.
So, one day, I was extremely exhausted from classes and whatnot. It was 6pm and I was on my period and though I should’ve showered, I didn’t want to bother at the time. Instead, I just tucked myself into bed, closed my eyes and dozed off.
I woke up at 8:30pm to relieve myself in the bathroom and then proceeded to play with my phone, innocently oblivious of the horror that awaited me. If I had known what would happen, I would’ve just stayed awake the whole night. However, instead, my tired self decided to just fall completely into a deep sleep, phone still within my grip.
So, this happened back during my foundation years in 2015 and involves my friend (let’s call her ‘Aishah’, which isn’t her real name by the way) and I.
My friend and I had just finished answering our Test 1 for Calculus and we were walking back home to our place in Ilmu. Aishah seemed to be really down in the dumps, apparently unable to answer the questions that Madam had prepared and being the good friend that I was, I invited her to come along and rest in my place. Aishah agreed and so, we ended up in my room.
I was studying for another test at the time while poor, tired Aishah decided to take a short nap. Hesitant to sleep on somebody’s bed, she decided to sleep on the floor instead. It was a little weird, yes, but I didn’t really mind it. Whatever floated her boat.
She slept around 4pm-ish. I remember because shortly after she dozed off, I heard the Masjid blast the azan that indicated it was Asar. Everything was normal at first. I studied. She slept. Nothing out of the ordinary.
It was a typical working day whereby me, my husband and our workers went to the oil palm plantation to harvest palm oil.
I was walking further into the menacing forest without realizing it as I was so into harvesting the oil palms. I was basically far away from the others, deep in the forest, alone.
The wind was blowing hard. The trees and the surrounding bushes were rustling ominously. I thought I was being witless as I was starting to quail, crept out by the the crows surrounding me, cawing continuously, like loud, angry echoes.