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Devoting Myself 3

This going to be a long entry.

Pengabdian, Devotion. Bagi sesiapa yg kenal aku, they probably know what I am going through right now. Family problems, siblings rivalries, the distance of me and my father, and worst of all, the one that effected my life the most, my relationship problems with Dhilla.

Dulu, bagi aku, seorang lelaki yang mengabdikan diri pada seorang perempuan tanpa sebarang ikatan rasmi, adalah lelaki dungu. Aku lelaki dungu sekarang. Sebelum aku jumpa Dhilla, AKu tak pernah habiskan masa dan tenaga untuk cuba membahagiakan mana-mana perempuan, dan relationship aku paling lama pun hanya 3 bulan. Aku dengan tidak bangganya mengaku yang aku memang tidak pernah cuba untuk ada commitment dengan sesiapa, walaupun aku cakap aku mahu. Tetapi lain dengan Dhilla, dia buat aku berubah. Hidup aku sekarang banyak berkisar pada dia. Everything I do, I do it for the sake of impressing and pleaseing her. Even kerja-kerja aku ketika kami masih belajar, semuanya adalah untuk mengkagumkan dia. Tapi dia suka kata aku cuba berlagak.

Devotion aku pada Dhilla, taklah sehebat cinta orang lain. Aku tak boleh berenang lautan api, bahkan gapai bintang di langit pun aku tak mampu. Aku cuma cuba tidak ulangi kesilapan yang aku buat dalam relationship aku yang lepas-lepas. Aku kurang pentingkan kawan-kawan, kurangkan dan lupakan terus benda-benda yang aku minat yang boleh buat aku lalai dan alpa pada Dhilla, dan macam-macam lagi. Kalau boleh, senyum dan ketawa aku ini hanya pada dia dan dengan dia. Tapi lately, atas kejadian yang berantai dan tidak diduga, ramai cuba yakinkan aku bahawa Dilla sia-siakan cinta aku, kerana Dhilla tak nampak dan tak appreciate segala pengorbanan aku.

Memang sekarang aku masih marah pada Dhilla sebab dia selfish dan layan aku macam sampah sarap. Orang cakap aku bodoh, cuba tipu diri sendiri. Aku tak tahu. Aku cuma percaya dengan apa yang Dhilla kata, yang dia takkan lepaskan aku walau apa pun sebab dia takkan jumpa orang lain yang mencintai dia seperti aku. Aku masih percaya yang dia akan berubah untuk aku, sepertimana aku telah berubah untuk dia dengan banyak sekali.

Aku sedar, dalam 2 tahun ini, aku sudah jadi Fendy yang lain. Stressfull, emotionally wrecked, cepat marah, dan suka duduk sorang-sorang dalam bilik. Idea pun makin kurang. Aku suka mengamuk tak tentu fasal, yang jadi mangsanya emak aku. Seuanya sebab aku banyak pendam apa yang aku rasa, itu permintaan Dhilla bila dia terima aku balik setelh kami putus 2 tahun lepas dan aku merayu-rayu minta dia terima aku balik. Aku tak salahkan dia, aku suka diri aku sekarang. Kurang bergaul, Low self esteem. Bagi aku berbaloi bila aku berubah, sebab aku masih ada dia.

I amazed myself of the devotion I have in this relationship. Kawan-kawan aku suak mempersoalkan kepercayaan aku pada Dhilla di sana, dan aku di sini. Entah-entah dia langsung tak fikir pasal aku. Ye lah, dia upper class citizen, aku ni penganggur. have nothing in life, problem family, miskin. Dia daripada one big happy family, cantik, well educated, and approachable and likely to be like. AKu huduh, busuk, uneducated, duit dalam pocket sekarang adalah dalam RM18, entah cukup sampai bila, sampai job baru ada. Bila-bila masa sahaja orang yang lebih baik daripada aku boleh datang and swept her of her feet. Mana setanding aku dengan budak-budak lelaki yang sama level dengan dia. Lagipun, she doesnt even care what i do with mylife here, buat la apa apa pun, asalkan tak commit suicide sekali lagi sudah. kalau lelaki lain, sudah tentu ambil kesempatan berpoya-poya. Tapi aku dayus.

Pengabdian aku kekadang terasa macam orang gila. Asyik pegang handphone, tunggu call or text msg aku direply dia. Dalam tidur pun tangan masih genggam hanphone. Gila? Angau? Tambah lagi bila aku yang sedang marah, tapi aku yang tertunggu-tunggu dia cari aku. Satu lagi tanda dia sememangnya one more level higher dari aku.

Kadang-kadang, tergelak pada nasib diri sendiri. Aku masih ingat janji Dhilla, yang every chance she gets, she will come and visit me here. Sejak konvokesyen, tak sekalipun dia datang. Untuk pengetahuan, rumah emak aku kat Alor Setar ni adalah dalam 15km dekat dengan airport. So setiap kali flight land or depart, dengar la bunyi bila flight tu lalu atas rumah. Aku jadi macam orang bodoh bila cuti umum, or weekends, sbb by 9pagi dan 9 malam, ada flight Air Asia dari KL. Aku akan duduk depan rumah dalam masa dua jam, hoping that a taxi will stop infront of the house, and Dhilla will come out from the taxi. Lawak kan? Nampak sangat terdesak. Walaupun aku tahu dia takkan datang, tapi kenapa aku tunggu juga? Sebab aku bodoh.

Mesti ada orang tanya, kenapa aku sahaja tak pergi sana dan jumap dia? Every cent that i have from my part time job, aku tak pernah guna untuk kepentingan diri sendiri. Semuanya digunakan untuk jumap dia dan habiskan masa dengan dia. Percayalah cakap aku, makcik cleaner office tempat aku kerja tu, dapat gaji lebih tinggi daripada aku. Walaupun aku semakin serba kurang, tidak pernah ahh aku cuba lengkapkan apa yang kurang. Semua duit yang aku ada, sama ada aku earn it, or loan it, aku guna untuk pergi KL dan jumpa dia. Persoalannya, kenapa dia tidak boleh buat perkara yang sama pada aku? kalau nak cakap soal pokai dan tidak mampu, gaji dia sebulan, sama dengan gaji aku 3 bulan. Dalam 2 bulan aku kerja, aku dah pergi KL dua kali, untuk New year, dan Anniversaty kami hari tu. Entahlah, mungkin aku tidak berbaloi bagi dia dan duit dia, tak macam sepupu sepapat adik beradik angkat dan kawan-kawan dia. Jadi aku siapa dan mana letaknya aku?

Agaknya ini semua salah aku. Aku tak patut ada sebarang keinginan untuk sentiasa bersama dia.

Aku harapkan tahun ini adalah tahun terakhir aku hidup. Samada aku mati by force of nature atau accident, atau aku mati by my own hand. Manic depression gial aku sekarang. Harap-harap pintu hati ini masih boleh terbuka untuk terima nasihat orang lain, sebab sekarang aku cuma dengar apa yang Dhilla kata.

By the time I post this on myspace and my blog, she probably have already be in Jakarta. She choose Jakarta instead of me, she knows she’ll damage us if she did that, but she did it anyway. Dont blame her. I realized now even an outing with friends or even a new cute shirt could replaced the joy of being with me.

Why she never returned any of my msg this past few days?

All and all, I’m nothing important to her. But why am I still here?

Hope she will have a great time in Jakarta, and in her life after that.
Nite.

“Mama, sorry Along tengking Mama. I just couldnt stand any pressure right now,” – fendy

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Say Hello To My Little Friend…! 1

Well, another day passed… I’m still here, preparing myself for the worst.
Ohh, I got introduced to my old long lost friend. It’s been 12 years, but I did not missed it at all. But lately, the troubles in mylife forced me to get back with it. If anyone could guess, why I ditch it for the last 12 years, it’s because my mother asked me too. And I think it wasn’t good for me also.
Say hello to my little friend, CIGGY…

I hate myself when I smoke, but I couldnt hate myself more than I am now…
So why bother…

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Black and White Melancholies 3

Got a camera, and a tripod, so apa lagik…

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Sunyi 0

Sunyi.
Berterabur kertas atas meja baca, selimut atas katil belum terlipat, sejadah tidak teratur di kepala kerusi. Beg pakaian masih belum ku kemas, masih dimuati dengan baju-baju kotor. Aku lemas untuk terus hidup begini, rasanya sudah sampai penghujung. Hidup tidak berharap, tiada kepercayaan.

Sunyi.
Sejak kepulangan ku dari Kuala Lumpur, bandaraya yang semakin aku benci dan jelik, aku tidak punya keinginan mahupun daya untuk keluar dari bilik. Hanya sekali sekala untuk panggilan alam dan meneguk air kosong. Makan pun sudah tidak selera dan bila diletak di atas lidah, semacam tidak berasa. Mama sudah mula pelik, tapi aku cuba selindungkan masalah diri, ku berikan senyuman sejujur mungkin bila di ajukan soalan-soalan. Aku cuba sedaya upaya, berbuat seperti tiada apa yang tidak kena.

Sunyi.
Segar masih kata-kata yang keluar dari mulut Dhilla. Entah kenapa jika orang lain yang mengutuk dan mengkeji aku, aku tidak rasa apa pun, tapi jika keluar dari mulut Dhilla, rasa dunia macam sudah kiamat. Menuduh aku ada masalah mental dan berperangai kebudak-budakan. Aku masih ingat dia memaling muka supaya tidak melihat riak wajahku yang ketika itu sedang merayu sepenuh nyawa, dan mengutuk riak wajah ku sebagai “muka kesian”. Perkataan sial, babi dan lain-lain lagi. Menagatakan aku sudah tiada kepercayaan dan iman kepada tuhan dan agama. Aku ketika itu cuba menyelamatkan keadaan kami yang agak buruk, meminta dan merayu. Tapi dia memang maksudkan perkara-perkara itu semua. Betul kata orang, manusia akan jadi amat jujur dalam dua keadaan, mabuk dan marah. Dan Dhilla memang marah amat pada aku ketika itu. Benci dan jijik melihat aku.

Sunyi.
Dua hari pulang ke rumah, cuma menyendiri di dalam bilik. Air mata acap kali kunjung tiba. Lagi-lagi bila akal mula berfikir benda yang bukan-bukan. Usaha, pengorbanan, sia-sia. Empat dinding bilik ini tidak akan faham. Ku tenung siling, siling diam membisu tidak beriaksi. Pada siapa aku boleh mengadu? Aku sendiri, seperti selalu.

Sunyi.
Suicidal tendencies kunjung lagi, mengetuk pintu akal, membutakan hati dan iman. Rasa jika aku mati, banyak orang akan lebih kecap bahagia. Aku tidak mahu jadi beban pada sesiapa, terutamanya pada Dhilla, dan abah mama. Dhilla boleh teruskan hidup, tanpa aku, semestinya lebih baik, lebih gembira. Aku adalah bahagian hidupnya yang sedih dan membebankan. Jadi biar sahaja aku mati.

Sunyi.
Bila mati, diri tidak rugi. Tenang dan terang yang dicari akan aku temui. Kalau aku berani, aku sanggup. Biar mata ini terus pejam, dari terus hidup sendiri dan tidak dipeduli. Hidup sendiri tidak berharapan. Aku tidak sanggup.

Sunyi.
Walaupun aku tidak beriman, sekurang-kurangnya hidup aku, aku devotekan pada sesuatu. Tapi sayang, pengabdian diri tidak dipeduli. Hati ini, tidak boleh lebih sakit dari sekarang, ini sajaj yang hati aku mampu terima dan rasa. Mungkin satu hari di masa depan, perit yang hati aku rasa sekarang, akan jadi lali. Hari itu, perit hati ini akan jadi rasa yang biasa.Jika aku boleh minta suatu pada tuhan sekarang, aku minta supaya dicabut nyawa ku, kurniakan sepasang sayap sebagai roh, agar dapat ku terbang melayang, terbang jauh dari sini.

Aku sunyi, terus hidup menyendiri.

“Sunyi itu indah…” – fendy

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The Trip : Conclusions 0

When i got back home, sitting alone here in my room, my hearts a wreck. I tried not to show it to her on that last day, but its a mess. How should I feel is the questions I asked my self. Emotions I couldnt bare. It hurts when I intentionally didnt pick up the phones, or rely to her messages. It hurts when I tried to be cruel to her on the phone. Showing no emotions, as I dont want her to know what I’m going through, and dont have to care for me anymore.

Why she never do anything for us anymore. Instead of going to Jakarta, why she doesnt want to come here and see me? As I sacrifices my belongings and power to see her, why cant she do the same to me. We only could see each other 20-30 days a year. Maybe when she started working, she moved a class higher than me. That makes me unimportant, not needed. If she said I’m on top pf her list, why fun and joyfull trips or outing could replace missing me? Until today, this questions remains unanswered.

All the things she said really kills me inside. Leaving scars that could not be healed. The words, accusing me of no religious beliefs, not looking at me, and the break off. Told me to be happy for her life, but I am happy for her, but not for us. Kept it to myself, but I was crying inside when she said all of those things.

I’ve made my decisions to make her happy. With or without me in the picture. By that, I will sacrifices my happiness, so her life isnt the same as mine. My expendable life is just for her. I’m the unsignificant, saddest part in her life, so the sad part must go.

Enjoy your life; less of me. Enjoy yur trip to Jakarta.

That’s the melancholies of everything, gave all, and get nothing back.” – fendy

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DAY 4
12th February 2005

It’s our 4th Anniversary today. I gave her a handmade card, with a cartoon drawing in it. She loves my drwaing, and I only do that for her, only for her nowdays. She lost her purse the otehr night, so we couldn’t go out like we’ve planned to. Stayed at home, with her parents and grandma. It was fine at first, until she left me alone. Bored to death. Was not the anniversary I went there for. Minds keep thinking about it, then her litle brother came and said those dreaded words, “JAKARTA”. Decided to doze off, but later that day, she asked me to go to Alamanda with her and her cousins, again. Maybe by this, me and her could spend alone time together while her cousins bowled.But no, we have to wait with her Legion of Doom, and later joined by her aunts and uncles. ARGH!!! Put yourself in my shoes. Came here to spend the anniversary just with her, but end up as an amateur bowler spectator. She said I have a mental problems cause I expected to much. So furious, but then, collect my self fully and calmly, and joined this amateurs for a game of bowling. I’ve warned them they were not in my league, and they’ve learnt their lesson after that (I’m a good bowler, played since I was 15 years old). The day end up well enough, for me and her to get some decent sleep. Tomorrow is a new day, and my last day with her.

Happy Anniversary Dhilla Arman Shah.

Day 5
13th February 2005

Woke up very late. We supposed to be in KL by 12:00pm, but we arrived in KL by 2:00pm. On the way to Pudu, we talked again about the same discussion we had a few days ago, like the Incubus concert, sacrifices, decisions making, and Jakarta. She gets really mad when I mentioned Jakarta. Asked her to spend a few more hours with me i went back, but she refused to. She was walking a few meters infront of me and I’m following her around. She never turns back to see if I’m with her or not. I felt like jumping on the busy streets and get hit, lying there dead. Fault words like “babi”, “sial” and she accused me of “orang tidak beriman” (cause once I committed a suicide), didnt look at my face after all and telling me not to make a pity face cause she wouldnt budge. She asked me to be happy for her as my lifes sucks at this very moments. I am happy for her, but not happy for us. She doesnt want me anymore. Then the word “PUTUS!PUTUS!PUTUS!” came out of her. I knew I’ve lost her today. I blame myself for that. I begged her again to come with me, and let me send her home. She refuse and asked me to go with her to KLCC instead, she cried, and I couldnt refuse. She’s so precious to me. Spent the rest of the day holding hands, warm and tightly. I know i wont be holding her hands anymore after this, for a long time. Only me and her, no one else matters. Sent her back by 7:00pm. My bus was at 12:00am. It rained heavily, lepak at Pudu alone and walk at Petaling Streets for a while. Took a meal at mcDs alone (never did that before), a few girls stared caused I was soaking wet, Just smiled back.

On the bus, I didnt answer any of her phone calls or messages. Just dont want her to think anymore about me, and let her be, what she wants to be, do what she craves to do. Living her life without me in the picture. I’m the saddest part of her life. Don’t want to be a burden anymore, don’t want to be apart of her happy life.

“That’s the melancholies of my life,” – fendy

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The Trip : Part I 0

This is the short story of my life, well, actually, the story of my life last week. Well, we had our break from everything in life last week because if the Chinesse New Year celebrations. Thank god, so I can spend a few extra quality days with my girlfriend. She was supposed to come here and see me, but her mother would not let her go (for obvious reasons), so she asked me to go there and see here instead. WIth only a few bucks in my wallet, I’m off. And this is the story of my so called melancholies experiences.

DAY 1
9th February 2005.

My dad drove me to the bus station by 9:15am, like the usual, we just didnt talk or say anything in the car. The bus took off by 10:00am. Sitting next to me, was a Makcik, starung at me, up and down, like I was going to rape her silly. On the bus for 6 hours, arrived in KL by 3:20pm. She was supposed to pick me up, but when i called her, she’s not even dressed yet. On that day, KL was turning into a scene of LIVING DEAD movie (where the dead were react by Indons, Banglas and other imigrants), I was waiting for her, at least for an hour. She was with her cousins when she arrived. She brought the Legion of Doom with her. She’s like a group leader of a tribal, or a mobster. Always brings along henchman (or henchwoman as in this case). No PRIVACY, no INTIMACY.Was preety quiet in the car, while she and her cousins discussed about who’s the good looking fella in VE or Ruffedge or whatever boybands that are here today. I have to hear these young womans “discussed” about the looks and the best boyband ever. Sucks. Keep my mouth shut all the way to KLCC. Lepak at Starbuck for two hours. I’m starting to hate KL, although i was originally grew up here.There’s these niggas wanna be, atheis, and smoking sluts. I don’t care how preety you are, but smoking makes you a slut in my books (Info: I don’t smoke or drinks). After that, we went on to Ampang. She wcraves for Nasi Ayam. The day end on a sour note.

DAY 2
10th February 2005.

As the day goes by, I realized that I haven’t said a word to her, and she didnt say adnything either. Sunyi. Killing me inside. Went to her aunties house in Bangi, they are having a BBQ party. All of her close relatives were there. God, how I felt so lonely. Lepak with her cousins. She never deserted me. She was good to me that night. We were couples again, like the old days. Exchanging smiles. It was a great day, full of up and downs. Emotion runs bare.

DAY 3
11th February 2005

We’ve planned to go and cath the new Keanu Reeves movie, COnstantine at Midvalley today. She yelled at em a few times, intentionally or not, I don’t know. She was moody on that day. Drag her to eat, if not, she’ll be a lot moodier. WE talked and talked, about our relationship, about sacrifices, about doing things to each other. And surely about her going to Jakarta next month (wonder why she wont come and see me here, but could go to Jakarta). WE didnt hold hands like we used to in the comuter on the way back. Sucks. Went home, doze off.

End of Part I

“It’s hard when I’m not with you, but it’s the hardest when I’m with you, but I felt like I’m not there,” – fendy.

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