Tiada Buatmu

Kenapa takdir kita diketemukan
Hanya perit yang kau bawa
Tuk ku tanggungkan air mata dilukaimu
Dendam yang kau cari salah kan aku

Kau tak kan ku bencikan
Walau kejam hati mu meragui kasih ku
Tak ku sangka kan akhirnya di sini
Kau yang jua berundur diri

Tiada satu cinta pun kan bersatu
Bila dua hati saling berjauhan
Kau benci diriku
Ku sakiti hatimu
Hidup matiku bukan tuk kau kasihi

Hati ku berhasrat
Hati ku jua berserah
Kiranya dirimu kan kembali
Tiada buatmu

Oleh: wahaza extra

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTKbrevXreI

There’s nothing sweet when I heard your voice saying – I’ll never forget you.

Most of the time people around us would said we’d never make it coz you were mysterious and always wearing blue.

I know how the world feels when you’re not here – it’s like an empty stage and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m glad you’re back again. Don’t you know that you’re always my joy.

My sweet joy, do always remember me – even when we’re part away.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRFHiBW9RE8

At last I got my ‘Tahajjud Cinta’ from Datuk CT before she left for Umrah.

Loving a few song especially track no 6, ‘Ya Rasulullah’, a cover version of Raihan (Zikr) song, written by Abg Abu Bakar Yatim – It remind me of Allahyarham Abg Zarie of Raihan advice to me during my Nasyid time with Nahwan Nur back in 1990′s.

Semoga rohnya ditempatkan di antara orang-orang yang soleh.

Alangkan Indahnya Hidup ini,
Andai Dapat Ku Tatap Wajahmu
Kan Pasti Mengalir Air Mataku
Kerana Pancaran Ketenanganmu

Ya Rasulullah Ya Habiballah
Tak Pernah Ku Tatap Wajahmu
Ya Rasulullah Ya Habiballah
Kami Rindu Padamu

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKyIKr-B8Yk

Senyuman siapakah yang masih dikau nanti untuk mengisi kekosongan jiwa…
Lembutnya lidah mengucapkan kata melafazkan dendammu rindukanku

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Serasakan ingin ku bertanya padamu takdir yang lama di sana
Mengapakah aku diperlakukan dengan beban cinta yang kecewa…

Relalah aku menerimanya kutahu esok tiada serupa
Moga ada rahsia kekecewaanku bagai penawar ketenangan….

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7q6oTxiSS2c

Bugil [Bow-Gayle] illustrates the virginity and purity of the human soul as cleverly captured in black and white sensation;

30 seconds TV Ads

45 seconds Online Ads

Poster & Billboard

This new fragrance will be in the market hopefully by end of November 2009;

Anyone want to buy?

[Transcript:

from the virginity and purity of the human soul...

All this time I was wasting
hoping you would come around
I’ve been giving out chances everytime
and all you do is let me down
And its taking me this long
but baby I figured you out...

BUGIL by wahaza extra

a sensation for Fall '09]

When I posted the entry about the latest single by my friend, Farihad Shalla a few days ago – one of my friend ask me – Hey, what happened to  the song ‘Ku Google Dirimu Palsu’ you wrote last time?

Don’t worry, guys… I’ve re-write the song as for your request – and it’s a very the very bitter song about a lady who at last find out that her husband is a liar after all. The truth was out when she starts googling him on the net;

The 3rd Single by Farihad,

Ku Google Dirimu (Semuanya Palsu)

Bila sendirian terbayang dustamu
Bila kerinduan terasa bohongmu
Bila keresahan inginku dibadai
Sepenuh kusam dan malang…

Bila ku terluka terseksanya pedih
Bila kau tiada kusetia membenci
Pernah kumencuba maafkan dirimu
Tapiku tak daya menanggung seksa

[Repeat]
Sukarnya untukku percaya denganmu
Kau dusta diriku setulus hatimu
Meronta jiwaku menangis kernamu
Ku Google dirimu semuanya palsu
Sehingga kulemas bila kau tidak seadanya

Cerailah daku bertalak denganmu
Dan janganlah engkau biar ku dirujuk
Dulu dan kini hingga selamanya
Persetan kanlah dirimu…

The original song, Kau Kunci Cintuku (Dalam Hatimu) was popularise by Ramlah Ram

www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpIpIU62DCo

My friend Farihad Shalla recently recorded two single (a cover version) for his 1st album to be release in November this year.

Both of the song re-wrote by me especially for him adapted from the craze over the Facebook addiction and the so-called incident of crazy Facebook fan.

No video for now but I embed the original song video I got it from YouTube

1st Single : Bila Ku Rindu Ku Tatap Face Book Mu

Tanpa ku sedar aku teradd accountmu
Mengapakah hanya dengan tiba-tiba
Aku pun menjadi rindu
Dan profilemu ku terbayang
Adakah engkau pun begitu merindu

Bila ku rindu aku terbaca statusmu
Bila ku resah ingin rasa ku login
Aku jadi tak menentu
menunggu status FaceBookmu
Mengapakah lama tiada berstatus baru

Apa khabarmu di sana kekasihku
Semoga engkau add friend requestku
Jangan biar ku merindu
Jangan biar ku tertunggu
Sepinya FBku tiada lagi dirimu

Bila ku rindu aku search account mu,
Bila ku resah ingin ku tatap FB profile mu,
Aku jadi tak menentu,
Menunggumu tidak jua online..
Mengapa kau disable kan lagi FBmu….

The original song sang by Siti Fairuz, Bila Ku Rindu Ke Sebut Nama Mu

2nd single : Kali Terakhir Ku Lihat FaceBook Mu

Dalam tatapan skrin
Kurenungi face bookmu
Tiada rasa melepaskan
Dikau pergi

Dingin hembusan bayu
Lemah longlai menekan scrollbarku
Facebookmu kian jauh
Dari mata

Malangnya…
Perangai melampau
Kau telah adding tuk berkalinya
Tak henti

Pada kali terakhir
Kumelihat Face Bookmu
Ku tekankan button remove
sekali lagi…

The original song Kali Terakhir Ku Lihat Wajahmu sang by the legendary Uji Rashid

I hope both single would break our local sales record and will be downloaded more than a million copy over the internet.

Don’t buy Cetak Rompak, ok!

UPDATED : I heard Dr Joshua Yap & Pakcik Kopi already purchased pre-order copy of the album;

Can’t say much, listening to it is already so painful – she should pack her bag if this was true;

Lucky it was a hoax!

Kelip-kelip disangka api, kalau api mana puntungnya, hilang ghaib di sangka mati, kalau mati mana kuburnya…

Bermundaran mandir berbolak hati terasanya perit jiwa ingin menulis nukilan ini.

Jauh dibenak, kisah sebegini harusnya dikunci berkaratan di dasar lautan. Mungkin jua dibiar hanyut jatuh ke jurang dasaran, tiada dipedulikan.

Apakan daya hasrat itu, kekadang bila hati keseorangan, rindu yang menerpa menitis jua air mata.

Walau sukar diterjemah minda, berfikiran pendek sepanjang mana pun, sedosa mana bila seorang adik berkisahan warkah hidup seorang insan bergelar abang…

…walau ia jua tak selama mana.

Kisah bermula apabila seorang ibu kepingan seorang anak lelaki, sudahnya si ibu punya anak sulung jua seorang anak perempuan.

Tetiap malam gembira hatinya menyedari akan dia sedang mengandung zuriat kedua. Berharian, si ibu bercerita pada seisi kampung, anak itu diharap akannya seorang anak lelaki.

Anak lelaki yang bakal mengubah hidup tiga sekeluarga; setidaknya bakal membantu si ayah bercucuk tanam di bendang jua bakal menjadi panduan si adik-adik yang akan tiba di hari yang mendatang.

Si ibu tersenyum walau susah mengandung berat, jerih perit kandung si anak yang itu. Si ibu tahu, kali ini Tuhan bakal mengabulkan doanya.

Walau sering bertelagahan, sependapat tidak, si ibu dengan ibunya, dia tahu ibunya sungguh jua berharap anak perempuannya yang satu itu punya anak lelaki juga. Entah mengapa, si ibu betul-betul kasih pada ibunya walau kekadang dirasakan perit dipaksa si ibu membuat segala kerja.

Sembilan bulan berlalu, hajat si ibu dimakbulkan Tuhan jua…

Lahirlah seorang anak lelaki, tersayang hati si ibu, hitungnya tiada terkira.

Hitam mata, bulat menagih hati kasih. Hitam manis, belai manja didodoi masih.

Sayang si ibu pada si anak lelaki di luar kebiasaan, seakan pendek kekal usianya, tiada bandingan, sekali pun tidak berenggangan walau ke kamar tidur.

Di hari ke tiga puluh, peristiwa berlaku.

Si ibu tidur nyenyak di sisi si anak lelaki, didatanginya asing seorang tua, duduk di sisi si ibu dan berkata, “Nak (anak), datuk datang hendak mengambil anakmu”

Si ibu enggan!

Memanggil jerit nama ibunya. Berlari ibu si ibu merampas si anak lelaki dari tangan si tua.

Dirampas kembali si tua!

Lalu ibu si ibu tersungkur ke dinding bergelutan… si ibu bangun dan menerpa pada si tua, merampas kembali anak kesayangan.

Di pukul kuat bertalu-talu, belakang si tua – sehingga hilang dari igauan. Menangis tiada henti si anak lelaki terkulai ke lantai.

Huh…

Si ibu tersedar, rupanya hanya sekadar mimpi… namun si anak lelaki, terbaring di sisi, sunyi sudah tiada lagi, menjerit tangis tidak henti.

Lebam seluruh badan dipukul si ibu… tiada kesedaran. Maka menangislah si ibu tiada henti, berdosa rasa di segenap air mata menitis.

Sayang si ibu deritanya tak lama, si anak lelaki bertemu Tuhan jua tiada sempat sepurnama. Siksanya tangis tiada henti, dari Isyak ke subuh hingga terang syuruk mencecah maghrib.

Tiada mampu lagi ditahan si ibu.

Si ibu pasrah, pasrah sehingga tiada lagi si anak lelaki dikandungnya pada 4 anak yang mendatang.

Di petang 25hb Disember 1976, hajat si ibu akhirnya termakbul jua – mungkin kerna sudah hilang rasa dosanya. Rupanya si anak lelaki yang ini, tetap jua mengenangkannya pada si anak lelaki yang tiada dapat dibesarkannya.

Di hari si ibu berangkat ke rumah Allah, tiada yang lain tangisannya, teringin sangat meminta ampun dan jua bertemuan walau sekilas, si anak lelaki di kota Kaabah.

Di malam raya, tiada yang lain dipohon si ibu pada anak-anaknya, agar mendoakan si anak lelaki yang tidak sempat melihat adik-adiknya.

Kata si ibu lagi, anak yang bertemu Tuhan di usia yang muda, berseri wajahnya bermain riang di Syurga.

Bakal menanti datang si ibu di pintu Barakah.

Abang, di hari kelahiran ku ini, tiada jua kudoakan panjangnya umurku ini pada Tuhan Yang Esa, bukan kerna dirimu…

Agarku sihat mampu menjaga ibu sehingga akhir hayatnya…

Kerna pabila ibu berangkat ke sana…

Tunggulah ibu di pintu Syurga, walau seribu tahun jua lamanya…

Kerna… adikmu ini belum pasti akhirnya ke sana…

Kisah benar nukilan,

_wahaza extra
25th December 2008

www.youtube.com/watch?v=98GsCUVuFlc

New year passed by so nervously, the glooming of overcast above us worries me. New challenges up ahead. We should change our attitude, and it has to be fast… no more sitting duck. It’s going to be a tough year for all of  us – trust me.

War is a catalyst for economic spur.

If you thinking you’re loving what you’ve now, trust me, kept to it – before its start not to love you anymore.

I’ve my monthly big entry tomorrow (from this month onwards, it will be my routine entry every month – about my past), which is kind of very-very sad.

So do come back, to say something…

Before I spoiled your holiday mood, lets celebrate someone life; cause when the love is gone, dear – it ain’t returning back.

While my love grows – hopefully, there was a Rosemary waiting at my door.

Check out the date of the chart topper and the background dancer, so classic.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=33kyqdNhk9k

She ain’t got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she’s crazy
And her life’s a mystery
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There’s something about her hand holding mine
It’s a feeling that’s fine
And I just gotta say
She’s really got a magical spell
And it’s working so well
That I can’t get away

I’m a lucky fella
And I’ve just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There’s something about her hand holding mine
It’s a feeling that’s fine
And I just gotta say
She’s really got a magical spell
And it’s working so well
That I can’t get away

I’m a lucky fella
And I’ve just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

It keeps growing every place she’s been
And nobody knows like me

If you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her
And nobody knows like me

La la la- believe it when you’ve seen it
Nobody knows like me

Back in 80′s,  late afternoon – on a day when sun is so bright and shadowed by the trees on the west – we, the whole family would pack a ‘kopi ais‘ in red thermos and ‘biskut majerin‘, an inch rectangle size biscuits which you can easily get from ‘Kedai Runcit‘ – and we all went to ‘Kute‘ till dawn.

‘Kute‘ is an area where we have our sawah padi.

Although it was not our own land, my dad will ‘pawah‘ it with the land owner so this would becomes our main source of income to support us all.

Me and my sisters, we sat under a coconut tree at ‘atas gong‘, a pieces of higher land surround by ‘lelalang‘ bush that always waving non-stop blown by the strong wind.

Nearby, there is a rambutan tree, which my dad at one time fall from it and had to go hospital for a minor injury checkup.

At that time, two of my younger brother still very young to play around with me. Looking below the land, there are yellowing crops and ready to be cut and later to be stack together. You could catch ‘belalang kuning‘ that hopping from one stack to another stack of ‘padi‘.

My mum would put a red color ‘kain batik sarung‘ on top of her head to avoid the heat of the sun and she would asking my other sister to help her cut the crops with the ‘sabit‘ knife.

Not far from her, my dad would pick those stack of paddy leaf which have been cut off and smash it on a wooden box which have four ‘tiang‘ built by bamboo and warp around with a white yellowish ‘guni baja‘ and inside it there is a small wooden stair.

I would run on the ‘batas-batas‘ between the ‘relung‘ and jumping across when I see the gap that use to ‘alirkan‘ a water from the main ‘parit air‘.

I would lay on top of the stack of crop which has been ‘ketam‘ looking up on the blue sky…

Wishing someday, a day that I would be better person, a better man and a loveable person.

And now, does ‘kiranya pedih hati riang‘ when you’re crave to love someone…

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbS20BVR7RA

lihatlah kemesraan
sawahku bersama hidupku
lihatlah kemesraan
padiku bersama hatiku

dicelah lumpur yang ku langkah
bersama peluh yang mengalir
kulerai padi yang tersikat
kiranya pedih hati riang

lihatlah keindahan awan
mencelah langit biru
lihatlah keindahan
kampung halaman gunung-ganang

biarkan kepedihan
kita hadapi dan tempuhi
biarkan kepedihan
inilah riwayat petani

pada Ilahi doa restu
lindungilah kami selalu
senyum menyimpul rahsia hati
inilah riwayat petani

I would remember running away from my mum during Maghrib time with her loud shrinking voice chasing me to go upstair to take shower after playing a ‘lempar koo‘ game with my cousin under the machang tree next to grandma place.

And I would go to a perigi to take a naked buffalo shower surround by the bamboo wall and very rustic zink door.

December like this, a wind would shake the rubber tree next to the house and you can here the POP sound from the ‘buah getah‘ drop on the ground; and the huge rumpun bamboo behind the house scratching between each other and the sound I always thought a ‘hantu kopek lanjut‘ laughing – like what mum said to scared me off;

Then, I would hear my sister playing this song in her room and my mum would bang on the door.

“Gharik ni, Yah! Tubik lah nyo, goren ike…” and she would slow it down the volume but I would still hear it from the hole everywhere on the wall.

“batinku menjerit namun tiada suara…”

I miss my old time… are we insane to just let our heart falling for someone?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGdXziYWoXA

Ku terpegun di jendela bila hujan gerimis senja

Tak ku lihat di hadapan ku diri ku dalam lamunan
Tiada lain yang ku bayangkan hanyalah peristiwa itu
Dosa-dosa yang ku lakukan tetap mengganggu batin

Tanya pada diri apakah ini semua cobaan belaka
Kesal ku tak berakhir menduga keyakinan ku kepadanya
Batin ku menjerit namun tiada suara

Aku cuba menyatukan semua harapan yang berkecai
Tuhan ku bimbingkanlah diri ku agar kesal ku hilang
Gerimis sungguh mencengkam tiada dapat ku tahan lagi
Sungguh-sungguh tak ku menduka hingga jadi begini

It’s Friday, a day which every bit of pieces of our life we intend to celebrate with full of joy but what happen when you stumble upon a so corny piece of music like this?

I think this girl is one of the artist who tried her very best to be on top of the music industry; and being creative is one of the key selling point of her music.

Although as far as I know her music is not really an award winning but somehow the title of the song is so catchy (not in good way) even I would notices it.

Bravo to her for making it so lame!

I think her previous top hit was something like ‘Tapak Sulaiman’?

Maybe she should get this song, ‘Bukannya Satelit’ to be the official song of ‘Angkasawan’ programme or maybe ‘I Hate Astro Policy’ fan club;

Perhaps the next one from her ‘Cintaku Seluas Bima Sakti’, ’10MHz Gegar Hatiku’ or maybe ‘Ku Google Dirimu Palsu’!

Anyone got any suggestion?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8OQ8hTfBqs

Bukannya Satelit

Jelas sudah engkau telah jatuh hati
masih jua engkau cuba nak sembunyi
jangan begitu
seksa dirimu

Sampai bila kan berterusan begini
Bina halang guna melindungi diri
Takut berulang
Hati terluka
Seperti dulu

Kita manusia
Bukannya setelit
Mampu terkulai
Mengorbitkan angkasa
Pastinya kita perlukan sentuhan
Jiwa ke jiwa
Menolak sengsara
Kesepian

Selalunya peluang
Datang sekali
Jangan biar kan ia berlalu pergi
Runtuhkan saja
Segala halang
Di kelilingmu

Kita manusia
Bukannya setelit
Mampu terkulai
Mengorbit angkasa
Pastinya kita perlukan sentuhan
Jiwa ke jiwa

Sampai bila kan berterusan begini
Usah hanya kau menjadi permerhati
Dunia berlalu