Cheerio Chapter Five.

A few more days before the end of this chapter and I sure think the caption for this chapter look a little bit cliche than the others. I was in agony for the entire semester thinking about it. But I couldn't change something I have already decided not to change. Now I seems to regret for not keeping track of all the chapter's title since I started writing blogs. Well, nevermind.

I am currently in the middle of the midst of examination. One more bloody paper to go. And two more for student's life chapter. Three more chapter before graduation and many more to come. I dare to say that nothing much has change since I left the first book. But I am positively sure that my future has change slightly. There is much more shades of light that I can see now.

Yes, this will be the almost ending of chapter five, and three more chapter before I officially ended this second book. Right after graduation I will start a new book. I am pretty sure my mind set will be different by then. And there is a lot of conflict going on. There must be some sort of blackmail or whatsoever. I certainly will laugh my ass of as I read my past chapter as a student. Fighting over assignment? Classmates being an ass for not giving info? Lecturers with 1001 of problems? Malfunctioning training board? The top brass being a cheapskate?

Besides all of that, there's a single most annoying things that I've yet to taste. I never mention any of it in the first book but it looks like the second one was pretty much flooded with it. When you've seen (500) days of summer you will understand. My whole stories was pretty much like the first 20 days for about 600 days of my time as I am really not much of a dancer who suddenly dancing with the crowd and there was no animated bird either. There was never a cyan feelings and now she's gone for good. What would become my ultimate drive for the next two semester? Nothing and I'm lost.

I definitely know there's only two blokes in this world will be frustrated when they heard about this but I know and they know that there was never a single shed of hope for that one. Thanks for being supportive anyway. I'm such a good story teller wasn't it?

Next year, chapter six. Minus with the false love story, I guess there will more conflict than ever as FYP begin to start. And I heard it was ugly than the other student's conflict. A lot of argument and bitter face will be seen. I manage to handle it these past year, and I hope I can do it once again. As for this semester, there has been a conflict between my classmate and I had to be the middleman. But luckily they solve it themselves. What a pain.

Oh God, I really need to concentrate on my last paper.

"No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start." - Coldplay, Scientist.

Seronok Baca Nota.

Malam semalam, gua sama member buat sedikit diskusi ilmiah sambil disaring cerita hindustan di saluran Zee. Amitha Bachan bai. Siap ada Rajnikan lagi. Sambil gua mengajar member gua ilmu garis lurus, sambil jeling cerita hindustan. Layan punya layan buat kerja, perut gua bikin satu lagu syahdu. Keroncong rasa jiwa.

Tanpa berlengah, gua mempelawa member gua pekena teh tarik sama mee goreng di mamak. Seorang pun tak menolak. Selesai melayan nafsu perut, gua mengucap sayonara sama member gua. Gua mahu menyambung pelajaran di rumah gua sendiri.

Sampai di rumah, gua setting barang tulis sama nota gua atas katil. Gua salin kain pelikat dan basuh muka serta teguk air sejuk secawan dua. Gua landing atas katil. Posisi terbaik dan selesa. Gua selak nota. Baca lebih kurang, gua selak lagi.

Gua rasa malam ini adalah antara malam yang paling efektif bagi gua. Layan sungguh gua menterjemah bahasa inggeris kepada bahasa ibunda. Baca punya baca, tiba-tiba gua dengar bunyi henset gua. Gua buka mata luas-luas.

Celaka! Gua mimpi study rupanya. Macam haram.

"Jika mimpi dihapuskan, hancurlah lagu." - Innuendo, Nanti.

Teori Ke Bulan.

Pen dipusing, Pensel dipetik. Setiap bait perkataan dibaca makin kabur. Fikiran yang fokus bagai pakar motivasi makin melayang macam penagih Glasgow. Kepala makin kucar-kacir mencari yang mana satu X yang mana satu Y. Sudahnya iklan aiskrim kungfu di peti televisyen yang jadi persoalan. Tak boleh jadi, mana boleh jadi. Tarikh keramat makin tiba. Minda masih di takuk lama.

Nak overhaul minda? Kalau hati sudah keras macam batu, 10 hari 10 malam belum tentu lembut macam kapas. Sudah keras, hitam pula. Mana nak lari? Jarum masa bukan main cemburu, buat otak jadi tepu. Sempat lagikah hendak mempersoalkan logik semesta? Manusia tidak semudah itu menerima logik yang bias. Macam mana benci manusia sama graviti, macam itu lah juga mereka kena terima.

Marahkan kertas, cendol dihirup. Bukan cendol biasa tapi cendol jagung. Disaring sama keropok lekor, nafsu langsung lena dibuai mimpi. Sedap macam mana pun cendol, akhirnya habis juga. Formula litar masih berterabur. Skema kehidupan menentu segala. Mata yang berat jangan ditentang, bantal yang empuk jangan ditolak. Karang nanti berdengkur deras mesin basuh, jangan salahkan dunia ini tidak adil.

Selamat Malam Planet Jupiter.

"Berpegang pada hakikat, waktu yang bakal menjawab." - Visa, Dalam Gerimis.

Terkesima Melangit.

Mana nak tuju ni? Makin hari makin tersasar. Kejap belok kiri, kejap belok kanan. Apa hal? Kadang-kadang tarik gear gostan tersenyum sendiri. Kenapa perlu gostan lagi? Cukup lah dengan melankolik gostan tu. Setiap inci sudah tersemat di dada. Masaknya belum sudah berangan musim menuai. Apakah?

Mana tak beloknya. Hari ni agenda lain, esok dirasuk propaganda berbeza. Kucar kacir jadinya. Lupakah? Takkan sampai kena mencarut pada cermin baru sedar. Silau karang. Berbahas sendiri, biarkan mereka mengata. Persetankan. Apa nak dicara, mereka tak terlibat secara langsung mahu pun secara ulangan.

Terduduk juga tiba-tiba. Terkesima melangit. Apa yang dikejar sebenarnya? Cukup longgarkah urat nak mengejar benda yang tak pasti? Jangankan tegang di tengah jalan, tersungkur sepak batu belum lagi dikira. Apa pun, berlari tetap berlari. Sudah penat berlari, berjalan pula ambil angin. Jangan merangkak! Konfiden mesti ada.

Bila mentari terjaga nanti, jangan lupa sikat rambut cukur janggut. Tampar manja pipi kiri kanan. Sedar sikit. Siapa kau. Raja mana? Raja Kapoor? Bukan raja mana, tapi raja diri. Duduk bermegah, jalan melangit. Mereka tak peduli, biar sendiri yang ambil peduli. Moga dapat berjalan empuk di atas kepulan awan yang selesa kelak. Kaki jangan menggigil, awan jangan bersepah. Baru terpancar sinar Laksamana Melayu sejati.

"Menjadi raksa, mengisi belikat punggungku." - M. Nasir, Mentera Semerah Padi.

Obnoxious.

It really does make me wonder. Why does everyone desperately seeks for perfection? And in the end they would rather not said what they really seek was indeed a bloody perfection. Talking about love, it is very subjective. So subtle you can't make up any good answer. So whats with perfection? When nothing is perfect then you insist me on trying.

Don't bullshit me my dear. If I'm so naive, so what does that make you? The one who insist for a deniable perfection. We are human on earth, whether we realize it or not, were really hardly keep trying everyday. But I'm a realist. I wouldn't go for it if I'm sure it won't work. Oh dear, am I living in my comfort zone so that I should be left alone. WTF?

I really hate these so called 'Alice'. Whining to every single dissatisfaction but wouldn't accept any people suggestion. She is right, she is absolute, she is a fucking genius. What is wrong with these people? They really can't accept the naked truth. Too much of fairy tales I guess. Finally the princess win and live happily ever after. Does she really think that was a happy ending?

I'm not trying to be negative. But try to accept the truth. Your demand is too high it made my eyes went blind. And I rather will not stand by your words, so I interfere. Finally I did lost for words cause she a fucking genius with a tongue of a snake. Every single words kept piercing right into me. Before I become an uncivilized asshole, I raised my white flag. Maybe I will bother you again in your next whining. Be prepare, I will take no prisoner this time.

I'm such a fool didn't I?

"The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey." - Silverchair, The Man That Knew Too Much.

Blues O' Mine.

It's my greatest trouble of all,
An unknown realm I've discovered,
Trapped in between a smile,
I'm stutter lost for words.

How amazing is your eyes,
My heart suddenly dance,
For every single rhythm,
Beat of your silent sight.

Along my beautiful view,
For the step you made,
So gracefully left behind,
These linger images of my heart.

I can hear deep inside me,
My unspoken heavy words,
It's never easy even you're here,
Sat dearly by my side.

Each time I made a fool of myself,
For letting you slip by my side,
These unreached feelings are still,
Floating so closed to me,
So good I can almost taste it.

"I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn." - Natalie Imbruglia, Torn.

Misteri Kotak Ajaib.

Amaran: Kalau tak ada basic engineering jangan baca. Bahaya!

Dekat lab PLC (Programmable Logic Controller) gua, ada sebuah kotak yang cukup misteri. Nama kotak ni adalah 'Magic Box'. Menurut lecturer gua, kotak ni mampu menukar arus elektrik kepada bait-bait digital dengan bantuan PLC.

Satu hari, gua sama teammate gua nak try setup analog input guna magic box. Gua selak-selak kitab buruk gua dan tunjuk cara-cara sambungan kepada teammate gua. Teammate gua pun pasang seperti gambar rajah yang gua conteng pada kitab gua. Tiba-tiba teammate gua kompelin. Katanya tombol magic box tak berfungsi. Habis pulas pun meter dia tak naik.

Gua rasa pelik. Tempoh hari masa lecturer gua buat demo jadi saja. Apa gua salah lukis ladder ke? ('Ladder Diagram' pula merupakan circuit diagram yang dilukis di komputer dan mampu membaca semua gerak geri PLC). Gua mula gusar. Tarikh dateline hampir tiba. Projek gua tak siap-siap juga.

Petua orang tua-tua, kalau peti tv gambar rosak, ketuk-ketuk sikit tepi dia nanti elok lah. Petua ni nyata mujarab sama monitor CRT gua dan gua guna cara yang sama juga pada magic box tersebut. Gua berdehem dan ketuk lebih kurang. Sekali lagi gua cuba pulas tombol dia. Meter dia tak naik juga.

Gua cabut semua wayar dan gua belek-belek magic box tu. Macam orait saja magic box ni. Gua cuba goncang. Ada bunyi biji-biji. Ni mesti ada resistor ke, kapasitor ke yg tercabut ni. Gua bilang sama teammate gua, gua tak sedap hati tengok magic box ni. Gua suruh diorang tukar lain.

Lepas tukar lain, teammate gua sambung balik macam tadi. Tak jalan juga. Gua naik hairan. Kemudian gua mengambil keputusan untuk memeriksa sambungan pada PLC yang teammate gua bikin. Semua betul, semua macam dalam gambar. Untuk mengelak malu, gua curi-curi tengok suis utama pada meja. Lampu menyala, nasib baik. Check punya check, akhirnya misteri terbongkar.

"Aduyai... Kau salah sambung lah ni. Orang sambung kat 24DC bukan 24AC! Patut ah tak jalan."

"Hahaha... Mana aku nak tau... dah kau tulis sambung dekat 24 je kat dalam buku tu...."

"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention, do you?" -Coldplay, Shiver.