Exodus

Salaam. In this entry, I’d like to write in full English language because of some unknown power that spirited me. A ghostly whisper that is so low, yet so vivid. Argh- why and what am I ranting?

Hmm--

If you read the title carefully (uh??), what’s on your mind? Noah’s biblical vessel? Nahaha. It is more than meets the eye. It is about realization: the topic which I like to share with others the most.

Exodus of minds for some is a transcendental process that goes from our innate existence to the infiniteness beyond our materialistic world. In life full of colours and matters, definition of life varies in accordance to one’s comprehension- or at least- the ability to do so. By seeing this dilemma of life, we would further see differences in the purposes of life. Prof John Hick said that this is the truest meaning of life; the only way one can make him deserves Eden.

Everything that we see today holds certain, specific meaning. However, this meaning sometimes being overwhelmed with humanistic definitions of which, are due to narcissism, egoism and anti-altruism. When egoism or something to its effects cover our inner eyes, all will start to look blurred; even bad things. That is why I would sum up that religions are rather apprehending than promoting crimes. Those who are religionists and harm people lacked the religious knowledge.

Terperpleksi

Salaam. Paling rajinlaa kan, buat entri. Sanggup curi sedikit masa berehat untuk melakukan sesuatu sesia-sia ini. Darn I hate to say I am an addicted blogger!

Beberapa jam lalu, saya dikejutkan dengan suatu insiden yang sangat mengguris hati. Mangsanya; none other but me and I’ve to say that this particular incident is the most shocking so far.

Masa tu, mau balik dari Dataran Merdeka. Memandangkan saya berada di posisi depan, jadi paling first turun. Di kanan dan kiri ada beberapa orang kawan yang tinggal serumah dengan saya dan some of them went earlier down than me. I shouted, “Wait for me!!!”. They replied me by laughing and thus, leaving me behind in total blankness. “See you at the bus~”, they added. Gosh, I was like being bulleted with buckshot and stood silently. I didn’t know how to respond to such condition.

Nasib baik, nampak Aaron. Kesian dia, Ooi kata mengalami hyperventilation. Saya ndak pernah dengar apa tu hyperventilation (ejaan betul benda ni pun, autocorrect yang buatkan). Ooi kata kelebihan oksigen dalam badan. Poor Aaron. Jadi saya jalan dengan dia.

Dekat dua hari lalu, dia kejang seluruh badan. Dr Hayati sebagai fasilitator terus call Din suruh tinjau-tinjau keadaan dia. Kami yang sedang asyik layan muvi ‘Saw’ terus taat. Waktu tu sudah jam satu pagi.  Mula-mula, ingat Aaron tu junior, jadi ndakla masuk tengok. Bila John keluar, we instantaneously knew that it was the senior Aaron. Kami langsung buka selipar dan masuk. Kesian bha, seluruh badannya kejang. Muka merah menahan sakit, air mata mengalir menahan pedih. Nda dapat bayang, oh.

Last-last, dua orang mamat badan besar datang dan minta tolong usung Aaron ke bawah sebab kunun, bas paramedik sudah sampai. Without any question at all, we put Aaron in a mattress and off we went down to the 1^st floor. Pintu slaid van sudah ternganga. Senanglah kerja menyumbat Aaron masuk. Dia dihantar ke Hospital Selayang, tidak silap saya.

Oops, sudah lari tajuk. HAHAHAHA--

Funny Ooi, he refused to hop in to a typical express bus because Lil Ooi wanted a double-decker (so did I). We waited for a double-decker behind the express bus Ooi rejected. And it seemed that we were not the only double-decker cravers. Ramai neh, rupanya mau naik dan rasa benda yang sama.

Ooi, sorry.

In it, I asked Din to take a photo of me using his 12 Megapixels Nokia N8. Here's the after-edited version;

What a cosy shit this bus is. With TVs, and two air-conditioners per seat, none would ever reject to ride on such fancy. As we passed another buses, I felt proud and heightened. Yalah, bas sudah dua tingkat dan 1.3 kali lebih tinggi dari bas biasa. Hehehe. Had there been a coffee, it would the most perfect bus ride, I’ll give you that.

Berkenaan perihal ditinggalkan tu, I stopped on thinking about it. Childish and it only brings tears to my eyes (wiping #manlytears). It’s the price that I need to pay to change.



^P/S: Bas dua tingkat yang pertama saya adalah Hwa Lean Express, semasa berusia 10 tahun.