Kisah di bandar baru

Hai
Kite kembali lagi dalam rancangan..
Sepetang bersama ayob

Dulu time aku memula sampai dekat deggendorf ni.
Banyak gak problemnye

Sesampainye aku di deggendorf
Aku nak extend visa
N aku pulak agak urgent la nak extend visa sebab vertrag praxis aku ikut tarikh visa
Kalo visa mati, maka abesla vertrag praxis

Tapi tak bole, sebab aku blom daftar kat banda deggendorf ni lagi
Well
Diorang suruh aku pegi daftar dulu baru bole extend visa
Nk daftar kat banda ni pulak bole buat ari kamis je, sebab kamis je die tutup lambat.
Kalo tak tak sempat la sebab aku keje,
nak amek cuti malas lak sebab baru mule kerje.
Lemak gile kalo first week da mintak cuti

Aku pon tgula sampai kamis then pegila daftar kat landratsamt
Bile dah daftar lepas beratur dan melalui proses dalam lebeh kurang sejam setengah
Aku gitau kat personal ni aku nk daftar utk extend visa kat burgerburo
Tup tup
Terdaftarlah aku di bandar ini
Ok, sekarang aku bole extend visa aku

Aku kene pegi balik burgerburo
Tapi burgerburo ni pulak aku bole gi ari jumaat je,
sebab kebetulan opis aku mmg cuti jumaat,
Aku kasi borang daftar tu kat diorang
Aku kata aku dah daftar sebagai ahli bandar ni
So skarang dapatla extend visa

Tetiba lak die kata takbole, sebab kene daftar sebagai sebagai second bandar baru bole,
sebab first banda pertama aku adalah karlsruhe.
Apeke sengalnye
Aku dah gitau da aritu kat landratsamt nk daftar sebab nk buat visa.
Pastu sini pulak tetiba kata takleh
Gear kemarahan aku dah masuk tahap satu.
Cool lagi, sabar separuh dari iman

Aku patah balik kat tmpat nk daftar banda ni, nek beskal, adalam dalam 15 minit kene kayuh
Aku beratur lagi skali
N then jumpe personal tu buat akali kedua dalam masa 1 minggu
Aku kata, org kat burgerburo kata aku dah salah daftar.
Pastu org kat sini kata, aku dah bwat betul dah
Just terangkan kat org landratsamt yg bende ni egal je
Ok…
Aku mintak kad nama personal ni, senang kalo ade ape2 hal
Aku pon patah balik kat burgerburo
Aku kata org pihak sana kata ok je.
Bole je proceed.
Tapi org kat sini still kata takbole jgak.
Siap kasi surat kat aku, suruh pegi sana balik
Suruh bagi surat tu kat personal tu, n terangkan masalahnye.

Ok, gear kemarahan dah masuk tahap 2. Dah tak cool dah…

‘Halt, tut mir leid. Das geht aber nicht.
Für 1 woche bin ich hin und zu gefahren und für was??
Das geht wirklich nicht.‘

Tak bole bela btol mulut aku.
Aku kasi kad nama personal kat pejabat banda tu.
Suruh die sendiri telipon, abeh cerita.
Aku plak time tu tak bole menyembunyikan keanginan di muka.
Tapi still cool je

Lepas talipon tu, setel dah.
Ok
Yea. Bole dapat visa dah, bole extend vertrag praxis dah
Dapat visa yg verlängert 2 tahun. :D

2 minggu lepas tu
Aku tgk visa, extend 6 bulan je.
What the……

Aku rasa time tu gear marah aku dah masuk 3rd level kot
Aku cakap lepas je time tu. dah tak bole bla dah
Awat aritu kata dapat verelängert 2 tahun
Sekali dapat 6 bulan je.
Sengal gila hantu gaban.
Dak malaysia len sume verlängern kat banda ni dpt 2 tahun
Aku nk setel vertrag praxis lagi.. haihhh
Diorang memula saje terangkan dlm english kaputt.
Memula dulu bole la aku layan, sebab tak marah lagi
Skarang aku lepas cakap deutsch terus.
Puas ati sket, konfem diorang paham.

Aku cakap, mulut pot pet pot pet.
Sampai org kat situ ‚tut mir leid tut mir leid‘ banyak kali
Time ni ntah , aku da marah da kot. tapi takdela sampai kelua kata2 yg tak elok.
Marah secara profesional. ; )

Sampai aku kata nk jumpe bos tempat ni.
Last last. Org tu kata,
Nnti dalam bulan julai nnti bole verlängen dua taun.
Ok setel.

Abes da.

Maybe kalo bende ni berlaku 6 bulan lepas.
aku terima je kot tanpa komplen.
Tapi skarang sori sangat2.
No more mr. nice guy.
Tatau a knapa
Bile rase hak dicabul,
maybe dah ada standard sendiri
bile jadi mende2 camni,
skarang aku tatau nape aku takleh diam.
Seryes, takleh belah betul bile tak dapat ape yg aku patut dapat.
Lagi2 sebab karenah remeh temeh ni.

Sometimes, bile ade ketika kite patut marah,
Marah je bile kene pada tempat, masa dan sebab.
Jgn fikir sangat jati diri murni sopan santun ke apa ke.
Perjuangkan hak. Haha.
Yea. Hidup melayu di bumi org.
Jgn dipijak org

Ade lagi cerita, aku komplen kat kedai O2 sebab amek duit aku terlebih.
Nantikan……..

Tet tenenet tet…… tet tet

Luahan Rasa...hahahaha

salam

kelmarin malam aku sangat lapar
so aku panggng ayam kosong sahaja, ni kire frist time dalam dekat 2 bulan aku masak ayam.
lepas makan ayam
terus rase pelik
aku pon tatau kenapa
besok bangun pagi
terus demam panas
sakit kepala, perut, kaki dan belakang
adeh
apekah ayam ni
maybe bkan salah ayamtp aku gi opis gak, tatau a knape
sbb kalo tk gi opis aku rase bosan

jumaat cuti, yeay.
tatau nk bwat ape
stadi n main keyboard. asek main lagu same je
canon in d
recall balik lagu ni jgn kasi lupe.
aku nk men lagu ni live time kawin nnti :P
ntah bila, ntah ngan sapa

adeh
bosannye hidup bujang sensorang nih.

papahal pun, jaga hubungan ngan Tuhan
takde gune skor cemerlang dlm exam, tkde gune keje tinggi tinggi, tkde gune gaji banyak.
kalo tak dapat keredhaan tuhan.
mintak2 la hati aku gembira sampai tua. :) Amin Ya Allah

hahaha
k
itu saja
life goes on
salam

gibt nichts geht nicht

The cinnamon and the pickle

It’s 7 am in the morning and most of people in the world usually begin preparing themselves for the day, hoping it to run smoothly which it usually never will. On the kitchen-table lay a jar of pickles, a packet of cinnamons, coffee powder, hot water and sugar.

‘What are u doing here guys?’, says coffee to Cinnamon and Pickle.
‘Please, don’t ruin our master’s drink, we are about to become a cup of deliciously sweet hot coffee and I really don’t think u should be here’, says Sugar while expressing a murky-jerky face.

Realizing they have no use on this table, Cinnamon and Pickles venture to the other part of the kitchen. Through the dusk on the kitchen’s floor and the dirty unwashed dishes, they have finally arrived at the 2nd floor rack right beside the refrigerator.

At this place, they have the chance to meet the egg, oil and also the legendary Mr. Salt, the most useful ingredient in the kitchen, and wish that their presence is applicable and advantageous for them. Hence with an enormous hope piled up in their chest, Cinnamon and Pickle put a big smile on their face, showing their delightful feeling.

Upon seeing their faces, the great Salt shouts loudly.

‘Stop right there, don’t get any closer’.

The deafening voice stabs Cinnamon and Pickle right into their heart. All their hopes and dreams are presumably dead at that very moment.

‘Why are u here? With that ugly-looking shapes and the stinky-funny smell of yours, U have no right to be even near me.’ Cinnamon and Pickle tremble. Their friendly smiles are washed away and yet they don’t even have the chance to say Hello.

‘We are the scramble egg team. You’ll destroy us with your ‘natural’ fragrance, just stay off us, u low-life scum!! ’.

With fully loaded disappointment, off they travel to the shelves near the sink, where they meet the pancake flour and honey. This time, they really don’t want to cultivate as much hope as before because their expectation and confidence to be accepted has reach almost zero.

‘Hello, can we join u here?’, asked Cinnamon with a pleasant smile.
‘Well, u can stay here if u want, but we are just simply Pancake and Honey, a simple dessert, nothing more than that. I really don’t think that u can fit along with us. Frankly said, here is not a place for you. I’m so sorry’, replied Honey with calm expression, really represents its sweet nature.

‘Maybe you’ll find your place somewhere if you travel further, maybe not here, maybe not in this town. Or maybe u just have to wait’, says Pancake.

Once more with a sad face, Cinnamon and Pickle set their foot to find a perfect place to dwell. From shelves to shelves, racks to racks, refrigerator, cupboard and drawers, still no place for them to accommodate. Everytime they meet someone new, they try their best to sketch the finest smile on their faces, only to be downhearted later on.

‘I think we’ve had enough’

Through this numerous hardships and predicaments while being casted away, they’ve gone through so many things and have shared joys, sorrow and laughter together. Day by day, they live side by side in an old drawer at the very right corner of the kitchen, waiting to be grouped and become something useful for their master.

One day, a group of newcomers which consist of baking powder, sugar, icing sugar, wheat flour, eggs, raisins, milk, butter and shortening powder came and were assembled on the table.

‘Hey Cinnamon, wanna join us? We are about to become a marvelous cinnamon cake ’, ask the newcomers.

Cinnamon looks straight into Pickle’s eyes. He couldn’t say a word and really don’t know what to say. He is extremely happy to be part of something big but deep in his heart he knows that once he step out of this drawer, he will not sees Pickle again…….. never. This is a truly final farewell.

‘Don’t think, just go. Your time has come. You can finally do something big this time, rather than spending a whole pointlessly-boring day with me. My time will come real soon, just like what Honey said, I just have to wait’, says Pickle with a fake smile drawn on his face.

That evening, Cinnamon is not just the sticks that stuck inside a plastic bag, now he is superbly beautiful cake, a pleasant-looking appetizer that adored by everyone in the house. And Pickle is still just the pickles in a jar which from this moment has to spend his life all by his own… alone.

And then, one early morning…….

‘Eh, ade lagi rupanye timun jeruk ni, ingatkan da takde da. Ahhh, amek je la, da lambat dah ni, nak berak lagi pas ni, kang tak sempat lak kang’, says a mystery guy who’s late for work today because watching 5 episodes of Family Guy straight in a row last night.

A super-good-looking and stylishly-well-dressed bachelor comes and puts all the pickles between a pair of high-quality breads which then followed by a couple of luxury cheese, nicely-sliced chicken salami and a few drops of imported hot chili sauce.

While being bitten bit by bit, the Pickle can only smile but this time, he’s not faking it. He is so happy, truly happy, as he dies not as pickles that once only locked in a jar but also as part of a healthy delicious sandwich.

‘Kenyang kenyang walaupon tak sedap mana. Alhamdulillah’, says Ayop, the mystery guy, who then slightly manage to catch a bus to Dingolfing where he spends his entire working hours (7am-3pm) writing some silly article about pickle and cinnamon as he has no important task to do today.

Adios.

Colour, Warna dan Farbe

There are 7 color pencils in the box. Ranging from white to black, as usual.
One day, Red asked a question to all of the colors in the box.

‘I wonder, which one of us is the best?, I mean, we’ve been living in this box for a long time. How about we make this short debate to kill this boredom’, says Red, breaking the silence. Hence everyone in the box becomes alert and each of them seems eager to know who’s the best.

‘I suppose, it should be me, as I’m the brightest, I’m the color of melted iron and larva in volcano, I represent Danger and Caution. People will became alert when they saw me on the street, and even football players are afraid of me on the field’, says Red proudly.

‘Hell no’, a quick reply from Blue.
‘What’s the use of being avoided by people, being scared by them. Where’s the honor in that? We exist to serve people because they are the one who decide what would become of us. If they avoid us, then it is pointless even to exist’

‘ I’m the best, I’m the color of the sea, river, sky and the vast ocean. I’m the symbol of peace where Red is an indication of blood, gore and destruction. There’s a clear contradiction in that which makes it clear that I’m better than u, u suck, boooo’, says Blue gallantly.

‘Wait the minute, how about me. I’m the symbol of royalty and wealthy. And I’m also the color of fire which lights up the world from darkness a long time ago, without me, no human will see u guys and no one will know who or what u are’, says Yellow.

‘Bla bla bla bla. You think no one will know us without you?? What a joke. What a stupid joke. Do u even realize that u were once formed from me and Red’, Green replied in dissatisfaction.

‘Yeah that’s right, don’t even try to deny that. Without me and Red u would never exist. You were formed by the mixture of red and green. That only means that, u are my son. Plus I’m the symbol of environment and nature. So I’m better than u’.

‘Oh, shut up all of u. Have u forgotten than I can absorb any of you whenever I want. I’m the most powerful absorber, I can cancel your appearance in no time. I can engulf you with darkness so that no one will notice you’, shout Black angrily from the very right part of the box.

Everyone stays silence and looking at each other. Wondering who would come up with a statement than can counter the angry Mr. Black over there.

‘Well, in that case Mr. Black, It’s true that u can kill us all and wipe us out from this universe with your power. But u can’t form other color and u are not created out of color. You are alone in this world Black. I’m the fundamental of light and hence am the symbol of light and enlightenment. I can be created when all of the colors here unite, except you Black. I don’t need u to create me. U are theoretically not one of us,’ says White

‘Why don’t we just accept that each one of us have our own distinctive ability and appearance, rather than being cynical towards others. It doesn’t matter who’s the best and who is better than who. Just live and try to be the best and that’s it. Everybody should try to be the best for themselves and not for others’, says Ayob, who just open the book Mari Mewarna Spongebob, which he just bought from 1 euro shop.

Pedoman:
Rambut tak sama hitam, hati lain lain, hidung lain lain, mata pon lain lain. Tapi sumeorg ade kebolehan berbeza. Macam cerita warna warna tadi.

P/S: Penat dah aku perah otak pk cerita sebab bosan kat opis, sampai sini je la imaginasi aku mampu pergi.

10 minit

10 minit paling tense dalam hidup

Cam besa, klik link ni kat tab lain utk kasi suasan music sket.

Arini bgn lambat, bas nk gi tmpat kerje ade satu je, kalo terlepas bas ni alamat aku kene minta cuti sakit.

Fakta2 berikut harus diambil kira.

1) Bas tiba di stesen keretapi pukul 6.02
2) Jarak dari rumah ke stesen keretapi dlm 10 minit.
3) Waktu aku bangun adalah 5.42

5:42:00 – Bangun tido, tgk jam. Jam kat meja tunjuk pukul 5:42:00 Tido balik sekejap
5:42:30 – menjerit ‚WHAAAAAT‘ . tndanya aku baru seda da telewat
5:43:00 – Masuk bilik air
5:43:30 – Berus gigi
5:44:30 – Basuh muka + amek air semayang
5:45:10 – Lari masuk dalam bilik
5:46:00 – tuka baju and selua. Selua takde talipinggnang
5:47:00 – carik talipinggang dlm almari, talipinggang still kat seluar semalam.
5:47:30 – Pakai tali pinggang
5:48:00 – masukkan wallet , henset dalam beg. Kalo masuk dalam poket selua nnti nmpak tak kemas, sori, sekarang aku sangat kemas, t-shirt kedut pon aku seterika

5:48:20 – menjenguk sekilas pandang kearah meja, di sana ade 3 ketul kentang stäbschen yg aku simpan mlm tadi utk jadi sarapan, nmpaknye terpaksa lupakan kentang2 tersebut, sori kentang.

5:48:45 – terlangar kaki meja, mengucap 2 tiga kali, ujian da sampai.
5:48:55 – pakai stokin dan kasut then kunci pintu bilik…… , jacke telupe plak
5:49:15 – bukak pintu, amek jacke. Menjenguk kentang di atas meja sekali lagi. Rase kecewa tak dapat telan.

5:49:45 – pakai kasut balik, kunci pintu skali lagi. Lari pecut turun kebawah macam jackie chan, main lompat terus, aduh, aku duk tingkat paling atas lak tu. Haihhhhhh

5:50:00 – sampai ke garaj basikal + penat, bukak lock basikal. Ok bersedia utk gerak…………………. TAG KERJA AKUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, ARRRGGHHHHHHHHH

5:50:45 – sampai bilik balik, bukak pintu bilik, carik Tag nama. Kat mana tah, hampir give up dah ni, jumpe tag dalam selua smalam. Lupe nk keluakan. Tgk gamba kat Tag, ade muke aku tgh sengih, ‘aku tampar mamat ni kang, dah lewat nak sengih2 lagi’ kata aku. Jenguk kentang atas meja 4 the last time. ‘penat je aku panggang ko semalam’

5:51:30 – naik basikal pecut
6:00:00 – sampai stesen. Park beskal
6:01:00 – bas sampai. Naik bas. Semayang dalam bas.

Abes cerita.

Suatu tghari bersama sorang mitarbeiter

Tetiba arini aku nk tulis samting kat sini. Kire first pos aku la ni maybe yg terakhir jgak.

klik link ni kat tab lain, kasi ade suasana music sket... hehe

Aku tulis blog ni sumenye disebabkan seorang pakcik yg bernama Tobias Fleichmann. Seorang mitarbeiter kat BMW Dingolfing ni. Time rehat tadi, lepak2 ngan die tepi kolam dan tetiba sahaja satu penceritaan berlaku.

Die bercerita pasal pokok yg ade dkat dpan opis ni. Ceritanya bermula dgn dialog tersebut:

‘’ Schau mal darüber jungs, neben dem Gebaude A ?’’ sagt Tobias

‘’ der große Baum??’’. Kata aku

‘’ na ja, der Baum mit tausandes Geschicht’’ sagt Tobias

Well that’s how it all started. Haha layan gak speaking. Pokok yg menjadi punca aku tergamam sekejap di hujung Pause. Ceritanya bermula begini. Nak tulis dalam melayu cam susah. Dah try dah, tapi last last rase cam pelik n msg mm susah nk paham. Sebab dari german kot. So aku cerita dlm English yg kaput la ye. Aku tambah la unsur2 tambahan bahagian2 cerita pakcik tu yg aku kurang paham. Kasi spice up sket.

tatau la cerita ni die reka reka ke tak, tp ntah la. baca je

Gaya cerita adalah pandangan org pertama (first person view), yakni dari pakcik Tobias sendiri

‘’

That tree has been lying on that very spot since the first day I worked here, in Dingolfing. Once it was only a 10 foot high tree which its presence was hardly noticeable. On those old days I often saw a girl name Jasmin came here and played under the tree. A sweet innocent little girl whose eyes sparkling like a pure crystal glass and a pair of cute chin which seems adorable and ready to be pinched in no time. Everyday she brought her toys along with her and some comic book and sat on the tree-shade, talking alone as if the tree is an imaginary friends created by her pure imagination. The tree act like a roof to her, protects her from the sun rays, covers her from heavy rain and that tree has became her second home whenever she is lonely, sad or bored.

Days gone by, the tree grew bigger, spreading it’s leaves a lil wider. And Jasmin was by this time around 8 years old or so, already starting her primary school year. She still came by but not so frequent like before and sometimes time with friends. By this time the tree had bear fruits and Jasmin along with her friends plucked and ate the fruit when the season came. But when the season is over, the girl is nowhere to be seen. She did come but at least once per month.

The age keep piling up and will never go down, same goes with the the tree and Jasmin, who now starting his secondary school in other place, far from this town. The tree, which can no longer bear any fruit, was left behind. But still, the girl did come but this time once in a year and only just for a short visit. Maybe just to ruminate upon the past and anticipate what would become of her later on.

After 5 years. the girl simply disappear, just like that, without even leaving any mark of remembrance on the tree skin, she is never to be seen again. The tree was then left alone, a stilly loneliness, but still grew bigger and older as time pass by.

‘’ sagst du mal jungs, was wird später passieren??’‘ sagt Onkel Tobias

‘‘Der Baum ist dann gestorben… vielleicht‘‘ antworte ich

’’Nein, eine hübsche Mädschen kamm‘ sagt er

’’ein neue Mädchen ??‘ sagte ich

6, 8, 10 years flew. The tree was already dry dead by then. Suddenly a lil girl came for a visit. She talked to the tree and ran around it in a circle. The scenery looks very same like what happened 20 years ago. Only this time the tree had turn into a rotten wood, with no more leaves to wave when the wind blows. The joyful laughter of the girl breaks the silence, can be heard from distance, it is very refreshing…. tranquil…..peaceful.. Then a woman came next to the lil girl and lift her up.

‘’schau mal Denis, hier war Mummy Spielplatz, wenn Mummy noch jung bin, wie jetzt bei dir. Mein ganze Leben ist mit diesem großen Baum eingebunden, und hier habe ich iele Dinge erfahren und erleben‘‘ sagt Jasmin….

Hmmm

Sedih gak la kot, tatau la korang rase ke tak. Tp time aku dengar cerita ni direct mmg tersedih sekejap.

Huhu

Aku ingatkan cerita da abes. Sekali tetiba pakcik Tobias Fleichmann tu cakap gini kat aku

‘‘Jetzt stellst du dich vor, du bist Jasmin und der Baum ist deine Eltern‘‘

Auf English ‚‘‘ Now try to imagine, you are Jasmin, and the tree is your parents.‘’

Ketika kecil diberi perlindungan, ketika kanak2 diberi kasih sayang makanan dan menjadi sahabat, bile dah besar…….. bila pokok tu dah tua n takde daun… .

…… 15 minit aku termenung sebelom aku masuk opis balik. Damn..