I w.A.s. 1o. O.n.C.e……

Karangan Terbaik UPSR 2007.

Karangan budak darjah 4

Pagi itu pagi minggu. Cuaca cukup sejuk sehingga mencapai takat suhu beku. Sebab itu saya tidak mandi pagi sebab air kolah jadi air batu dan air paip tidak mahu keluar sebab beku di dalam batang paip. Pagi itu saya bersarapan dengan keluarga di dalam unggun api kerana tidak tahan sejuk. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu. Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang. Dia melanggar emak saya. Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit “Adoi!”. Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya. Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri. Feri itu terbelah dua. Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati. Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di Genting Highlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan. Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu. Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter. Pemandu lori itu menjerit “Adoi..!” dan jatuh ke bumi. Emak say menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris. Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai. Dia membuat lapuran ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati. Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati. Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati.

Now that was damn hillarious, above came to me through email from a dear friend of mine. Thanks Lemmy Yoke Chen.

Well, It kinda reminded when I was ten!!!

Hell, that was thirteen years ago when I was still an obesed kid and short of stature with a bad hair cut.

Those were the days in primary school where the teachers made us write tons and tons of essays like above but obviously my writtings were not as creative as the above but however it always managed to give me A’s for my ”penulisan” papers.

When I was ten, I was also elected as the class monitor as my teacher and I was indeed a threat to my classmates. ( shouting and yelling at them and threatening them!!! heheheheheheheehheehe)  :)

Carrying note books for my teachers , and the tall piles of notebooks usually covers my sights that I havta walk ,”terhuyung hayang” to the staff room.

Being the teachers pet most of the time!! Hehehhehehehehehehee

Always getting number ”one” in class. ( without doing much of studying )

Waking up to the alarm at six in the morning every monday to friday and by the way the alarm was my beloved oldman himself ( he was my alarm till I came to this dreadful Jogja)    Then as soon as i wake up I’ll rush into the bathroom ……bathe, brush my teeth then go back to bed shouting from my room , ”I am getting ready. Coming down in a while.” Then, will continue sleeping like extra thirty more minutes……..until…………oldman finds out of course and starts to roar again. Hehehehehhehhhehehehehehe

Wait, did I say sleeping????

Yes, I remember having a sleeping disease when I was very young. Mum said I kinda inherited it from oldman and that if we join a sleeping competition, we might as well get first prize!!!

I remember coming back from school then straight going to sleep with my school uniform!!! ( Yeah, yeah, you can say that I was abnormal, but I guess its true )  

Then I will never wake up let it be lunch time or dinner time. But, one things sure wakes me up!!! Did I mentioned that I had the most scariest and fiercest mama in the school at that time as my class teacher???? So, I had to wake up only an hour to do my homework then I am off to bed again.

Wakes up the next day for school and wears a new clean uniform prepared ready for me by mum

The school canteen……..was ”ok lar”. I miss the ”roti canai” though. Eating ”nasi lemak” for almost everyday was way too much though.

Having a big bunch of friends and ”lepaking” at their homes after school was fun. 

Buying junk food everyday after my classes was in my daily routine too. Now, no wonder I was an obesed kid !!! Getting a ride back from school on my oldman’s bike was rather much fun and he never dropped me even once. I havta say that he is the only bike rider that I trust completely even up to today.

Waiting in the evening for oldman to return from work because I knew then that he will surely bring me back my chocolates. 

Calling my ”geng” over to play carom with oldman and boy he did cheat us alot while we were not looking . Hmnnnnnn.

Bullying the little ones at home at that time because they were so tiny. Hehhehehehehhehehe. Like taking their candies away. Ngehehehehehehhehee.

Going to the church every Sunday and dozing off during the mass because they just seemed damn bloody boring.

Accumulating my home work from Monday to Friday and only start working on them like Sunday night after 8 p.m. Hehehehhehehehee

Totally loved the ”pendidikan seni” periods.   That’s when we get to draw and colour.

Going out and playing badminton or football in the evening.

Thirteen years have passed and yet I still feel like a ten year old stuck in a 23 year olds body. There were other things too that should be mentioned here but I guess memories just fades away. Above are just random memories of mine when I was young. I still can’t believe that I am 23 and damn I am getting old.

Gaya was right, life is too short. Why waste on it? Live life to the fullest and enjoy.

God bless everyone.

p.s : missing oldman and treasa at home