Thursday, December 11, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Cerita time budak2...
DULU2...
- Pokok? Kalo naik pokok kayu, especially kelapa laa kan...paduli laa tinggi mcm KLCC pun macam teda jak tuu…sampai di atas, ko buli manari lagii…kdg2 sepa2 saja yg bapa dia kan manabas Bahar…tatap rilek jak bapa dia tu sebaba ada anak yg opinit…hahaha…
- Lastik burung? Susah hati butul tu burung bila tenampak ko pigi utan, sebab kompom laa ada saja burung kana baa..ada saja mangsa ko...bagus kalo ko pakai binulugu saja bikin pirulu…gundol bo…
- Main gitar? Masih tapuk2 lagi sebab takut kana marah oleh abang...kadang2 tunggu dulu si kawan tidur baru kita barani p ambik gitar baru...treenggg...
- Permainan? Banyak jenis yg kita balajar...men Mona-Moni laa, men Mama2 laa, men kawin2 laa...men masak2 laa (ini 4 jenis permainan yg paling sandii nie)- kalo yg lelaki atau dua2 jantina punya mainan, men rondes laa...men jijit laa...men tapuk2 laa, men police and thief laa...konda kondi laa...men galah laa…men anak ayam laa…tapi yg sy x buli lupaa nie...men timbak2 laa..sampai sanggup buat rumah lagii di tangah2 utan ramai2...ko gilaa...sandii dia punya fanatik...hahahaha..
SEKARANG...
- Pokok? Kalo bukan sampai tengah pokok jak dia sanggup naik, tatap buat macam2 alasan x mo kana suruh naik…
- Lastik burung? Susah hati butul ko bila nampak burung…bukan burung yg lain2 ahhh…(hehe)…takut kana patuk laaa…takut kana balas dandam perbuatan ko masa kicik2 dulu kenen…
- Main gitar? Koleksi sampai 20 pun adaa baa kalo ko mau…sampai abg ko yg dulu ko tapuk2 lagi pinjam gitar dia tu kan surrender sama ko baa…lagii sampion ko main dari diaa…naaa, baru kamu tau…
- Permainan? Tukar sudaaa lorrr…dulu dulu Konda Kondii, sekarang main snooker…nda pun men golf…macam2 laa…tapi kalo ada yg masih mo buat rumah di atas pokok kaa di tangah2 utan kaa, mimang kompom GILA…saja jak baaitu kasi ingat2 kamu balik…
- Pokok? Kalo naik pokok kayu, especially kelapa laa kan...paduli laa tinggi mcm KLCC pun macam teda jak tuu…sampai di atas, ko buli manari lagii…kdg2 sepa2 saja yg bapa dia kan manabas Bahar…tatap rilek jak bapa dia tu sebaba ada anak yg opinit…hahaha…
- Lastik burung? Susah hati butul tu burung bila tenampak ko pigi utan, sebab kompom laa ada saja burung kana baa..ada saja mangsa ko...bagus kalo ko pakai binulugu saja bikin pirulu…gundol bo…
- Main gitar? Masih tapuk2 lagi sebab takut kana marah oleh abang...kadang2 tunggu dulu si kawan tidur baru kita barani p ambik gitar baru...treenggg...
- Permainan? Banyak jenis yg kita balajar...men Mona-Moni laa, men Mama2 laa, men kawin2 laa...men masak2 laa (ini 4 jenis permainan yg paling sandii nie)- kalo yg lelaki atau dua2 jantina punya mainan, men rondes laa...men jijit laa...men tapuk2 laa, men police and thief laa...konda kondi laa...men galah laa…men anak ayam laa…tapi yg sy x buli lupaa nie...men timbak2 laa..sampai sanggup buat rumah lagii di tangah2 utan ramai2...ko gilaa...sandii dia punya fanatik...hahahaha..
SEKARANG...
- Pokok? Kalo bukan sampai tengah pokok jak dia sanggup naik, tatap buat macam2 alasan x mo kana suruh naik…
- Lastik burung? Susah hati butul ko bila nampak burung…bukan burung yg lain2 ahhh…(hehe)…takut kana patuk laaa…takut kana balas dandam perbuatan ko masa kicik2 dulu kenen…
- Main gitar? Koleksi sampai 20 pun adaa baa kalo ko mau…sampai abg ko yg dulu ko tapuk2 lagi pinjam gitar dia tu kan surrender sama ko baa…lagii sampion ko main dari diaa…naaa, baru kamu tau…
- Permainan? Tukar sudaaa lorrr…dulu dulu Konda Kondii, sekarang main snooker…nda pun men golf…macam2 laa…tapi kalo ada yg masih mo buat rumah di atas pokok kaa di tangah2 utan kaa, mimang kompom GILA…saja jak baaitu kasi ingat2 kamu balik…
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The TURUODUNG Story...
I want to story telling you this.
One day I sit-sit at my sleeping bed…I remember-remember want to sleep already daa but my eyes don’t want to shut down this…so I just let it opened wide only like a ghost bird…
I switched on the radio loud-loud and as I listened to my favorite song ‘di mana sudah kau sekarang nie’ by Baha Tungau, I feel comfort little-little already…but I don’t know why I cannot shut down my eyes bogiaa... Lazy true I this, I said alone-alone in my heart dii.
I flash back to the future and remember my friend Romei who is now in Sarawak to become the Eyes-Eyes to catch the thief and the gangster. I laugh alone-alone like crazy people until my sister called me ‘sot’ which means crazy. But I don’t care, I continue nopo laughing until my water eyes drop itself and flow and then I don’t remember how I got fainted dii and then suddenly I fall down to my sleeping bed and I fell asleep without any purpose….zzzzz…
Maybe I was dreaming laa this but I want to give story you nopo. I want to give know you baa.
I am like in the jungle only when I wake up because have a tree-tree around me right…like the bush and the forest only that surrounding me…I hope no snake spoon here…or rice field snake…because I am afraid of tonggiluang and especially all creeping and venom animal.
I am not afraid alone-alone in the jungle bo because I have once go to hunting the bakas with my brother gia dulu-dulu kan…so, like nothing laa…don’t only have a bakas now because I don’t have the bakakuk to shoot…the time also want to twilight. So, where to sleep…?I asked my body dii. I scratch-scratch my head again because I really confused baa. Will not I sleep under the bambangan tree? Where am I this the real-real? I true-true confused. But I throw away my fear far-far so I will not urinate at my trousers. Of course I want to go home…i am not a jungle people…I am human…I give strong my heart and then I try to find road out…half life I find-find the road out but disappointed. All die road I found.
If only I have a handphone at my hand right now, already I called Othoe from the Suria FM to give know my family that I lost in the jungle. Enough laa the jungle is not familiar, I don’t know again what to do…because not like Morokoling near at my village, Molisau…have many fruits from the tree to eat. Can reach by hand only the bambangan and eat crude-crude until scalding lip or olonuk munung…but who ask u not open the skin…kotoh.
So, I continue my story…the day is plus-plus dark and the rain also falling-falling down from the sky, so, I am also plus confuse because my shirt also want to wet like my trousers that I said just now…suddenly….the thunder and the lighting strikes went off like world war 3 in the sky. Plus again the heavy rain….confirm I get wet…but I try to control my panic because you know my face will turn to be handsome and sexy if I got panic. That’s why I try to cover my face with the tarap leaves…
I must strive to find the road out…not count how…suddenly I stumble a stump and I saw my leg bleeding and like I want to unconscious only…hard to imagine my feeling that time…so sick my leg…I cry like a baby but nobody listen to my voice…but don’t know if I sing, because I know when I start to sing, all the birds will follow me singing…because when I sing my voice is like a melodious bamboo…make hot right….? Can bah if you…
I continue again my story…
When my clothes wet already, I take off and then I squeeze to give throw the water and the sweat. And then, I wear my shirt back and I continue to find the road out. But, still not get-get…late-late I become tired…and I have no energy again…I try to cry but my voice don’t want to go out…until suddenly, I heard somebody calling my name…”Turuodung!!!” Wake up…then I wake up…o, thank God that I am back at my house and my room, and as usual, my little brother throw water on my clothes…
bayangkan laaa....
One day I sit-sit at my sleeping bed…I remember-remember want to sleep already daa but my eyes don’t want to shut down this…so I just let it opened wide only like a ghost bird…
I switched on the radio loud-loud and as I listened to my favorite song ‘di mana sudah kau sekarang nie’ by Baha Tungau, I feel comfort little-little already…but I don’t know why I cannot shut down my eyes bogiaa... Lazy true I this, I said alone-alone in my heart dii.
I flash back to the future and remember my friend Romei who is now in Sarawak to become the Eyes-Eyes to catch the thief and the gangster. I laugh alone-alone like crazy people until my sister called me ‘sot’ which means crazy. But I don’t care, I continue nopo laughing until my water eyes drop itself and flow and then I don’t remember how I got fainted dii and then suddenly I fall down to my sleeping bed and I fell asleep without any purpose….zzzzz…
Maybe I was dreaming laa this but I want to give story you nopo. I want to give know you baa.
I am like in the jungle only when I wake up because have a tree-tree around me right…like the bush and the forest only that surrounding me…I hope no snake spoon here…or rice field snake…because I am afraid of tonggiluang and especially all creeping and venom animal.
I am not afraid alone-alone in the jungle bo because I have once go to hunting the bakas with my brother gia dulu-dulu kan…so, like nothing laa…don’t only have a bakas now because I don’t have the bakakuk to shoot…the time also want to twilight. So, where to sleep…?I asked my body dii. I scratch-scratch my head again because I really confused baa. Will not I sleep under the bambangan tree? Where am I this the real-real? I true-true confused. But I throw away my fear far-far so I will not urinate at my trousers. Of course I want to go home…i am not a jungle people…I am human…I give strong my heart and then I try to find road out…half life I find-find the road out but disappointed. All die road I found.
If only I have a handphone at my hand right now, already I called Othoe from the Suria FM to give know my family that I lost in the jungle. Enough laa the jungle is not familiar, I don’t know again what to do…because not like Morokoling near at my village, Molisau…have many fruits from the tree to eat. Can reach by hand only the bambangan and eat crude-crude until scalding lip or olonuk munung…but who ask u not open the skin…kotoh.
So, I continue my story…the day is plus-plus dark and the rain also falling-falling down from the sky, so, I am also plus confuse because my shirt also want to wet like my trousers that I said just now…suddenly….the thunder and the lighting strikes went off like world war 3 in the sky. Plus again the heavy rain….confirm I get wet…but I try to control my panic because you know my face will turn to be handsome and sexy if I got panic. That’s why I try to cover my face with the tarap leaves…
I must strive to find the road out…not count how…suddenly I stumble a stump and I saw my leg bleeding and like I want to unconscious only…hard to imagine my feeling that time…so sick my leg…I cry like a baby but nobody listen to my voice…but don’t know if I sing, because I know when I start to sing, all the birds will follow me singing…because when I sing my voice is like a melodious bamboo…make hot right….? Can bah if you…
I continue again my story…
When my clothes wet already, I take off and then I squeeze to give throw the water and the sweat. And then, I wear my shirt back and I continue to find the road out. But, still not get-get…late-late I become tired…and I have no energy again…I try to cry but my voice don’t want to go out…until suddenly, I heard somebody calling my name…”Turuodung!!!” Wake up…then I wake up…o, thank God that I am back at my house and my room, and as usual, my little brother throw water on my clothes…
bayangkan laaa....
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