epilogue by Grace Nichols:

"I have crossed an ocean
I have lost my tongue
from the root of my old one
a new one has sprung"


Staying Alive, real poems for unreal times(2002)

Sunday, October 12, 2008

pendek

udah potong rambut malam tadik. ingat mau gondol tapi takot sume marah laks (Angah n Baya really against it).

owhhh... dorang sume balik kampung. Baya n mama x itot. Baya keje. mama laks nak elak dari sakit trok. gland kat leher kanan nih makin beso n sakit weh.

maka, Baya balik semalam dah tanya banyak apsal rambut pendek. huahuahuaaaaaa.....

i know i look 'funny' with short hair (nampak cam orang bodoh) ngan leher pendek... huhu.....


tapi yang pasti, i look OLD with short hair!!! apsal orang laen nampak mode belia, mama x??



~nak kuar beli eskem.


ni balik beli eskem, mama gi dapor nak simpan eskem ngan air soya (mama beli eskem lebey)... maid mama terkejut tengok mama. huhuuuu... ye2... rambutku dah pendek, seb baik x gondol ye. (tapi mama masih rasa nak gondolkan pala)

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