Monday, November 17, 2008

Chinta-Ku Dan Peta-Ku



Tiap aku terkenangkan dia
Ku-kembang kertas-ku, ku-raut pensel-ku
Ku-lukiskan dia
Ku-bentok rupa-nya
Menurut peta yang terlukis di-hati-ku
Dengan segenap kekayaan yang ada di-jiwa-ku
Ku-lukiskan dia
Ku-renong alam
Awan berarak - kabut berserak
Gunong dan langit - laut dan darat
Menchari warna.............
Pelukiskan dia
Kadang2 ku-beriba-riba bernyanyi
Memanggil seni di-tempat sunyi
Kadang2 ku-seruak langit hijau
Alam Nirwana hendak ku-tinjau
Pelukiskan dia
Kini................. berkat yakin-ku
Peta-ku telah sudah
Chantek dan indah
Tapi sayang...............
Peta-ku seni lukisan
Chinta-ku rupa-nya insan
Peta-ku Dewi dari Angkasa
Chinta-ku insan pelupa jasa
Dia bengis peta-ku lembut
Dia hakikat peta-ku khayal
Peta-ku bidadari di-tempat suchi
Chinta-ku pemungkir, chemburu, benchi
Peta-ku ilham dari kayangan
Chinta-ku hanya lamunan angan
Bila ku-renong wajah-nya
Hendak mengambil tauladan
Terbayang di-ruang mata-nya
Perdayaan shaitan
Bila ku-renong peta-ku
Di-sana terlukis kekayaan jiwa-ku
Tertumpah seni-ku, ratap-ku dan ilham-ku
Dekat hubongan-ku ka-langit
Bila ku-renongkan wajah-mu
Hanyut aku di-bawa arus
Tidak terchapai tanah daratan
Bila ku-lihat peta-ku
Chinta-ku hidup
Khayal-ku terbang membubong jauh
Ya Tuhan-ku
Ka-mana aku menghadapi lagi
Ka-mana chinta aku lekatkan
Ka-mana hati aku dekatkan
Kapada rupa-nya yang sa-benarnya-kah
Atau kapada lukisan tangan-ku sendiri
Hasil seni-ku - ilham Tuhan-ku
Pergi-lah........... jauh-lah wahai
Jangan dekati aku lagi
Aku-lah tahu
Tinggalkan daku
Saorang diri
Dengan peta-ku..............

Dipetik dari buku Kenang2-an Hidup Hamka oleh Hamka terbitan Penerbitan Pustaka Antara Kuala Lumpur 1966.

Monday, November 10, 2008

What Do Women Really Want???

Taken from an e-mail fowarded to me by my supervisor.

Young King Authur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal,spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus: What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life. Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night? Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments? What would YOU do? What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY? Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?
The moral is.......
If you don't let a woman have her own way.... Things are going to get ugly...
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