It has been a while...

It has been few months that this blog was left unattended. No new posts since then. I was busy. Day in day out. Its already february 2012.

When I was young, at the age of 11, I remember spending my afternoon on a swing hung on the branch of a red guava tree. The tree was by the roadside of the main road of Kota Bharu to Pasir Puteh. The tree was on my neighbour's land known as Mak Ku Moh. I spent most of my afternoons there, singing to myself, thinking, constructing poems or climb up the branches for the guavas.

I owe it to my uncle Wan Zulkifli Draman for my love to poems. One night, it was a black out, we sat by the candles, me, my siblings and Ayah Lee we call him. He recited a funny poem entitled tompok-tompok which then we arrived at the end of the poem, it was the cow dunk. Since then, poem is my thing. I even took part in a poem recitation competition, my first try though, I won a place. I even forced mummy to sew me a phinafore for no one recites poem in baju kurung (i said). . .it was in Kelantan then, girls were in baju kurung other states still in phinafore.

Too bad I didn’t put my thoughts on papers. . .God knows what I have in my thoughts then.

When we moved to N. Sembilan, I continued my habit of being with myself in the afternoon. I would sit by myself on the pavement next to the block. . .it was a flat. There were no trees as it is a police barrack. There I sat, singing to myself, talking to myself, thinking and daydreaming. That was when I was in Balai Polis Tampin.

Then, we moved to Rasah, Seremban, also the house for policemen, next to the Police Workshop in Rasah. Papa just walked to his workplace everyday, crossing a neighbours' yard. I continued my afternoon, sometimes by the side of the house, sometimes under the big teak at the back of the house. I treasured those days and I am ao glad that I remember it all. I thought I have forgotten my past. Actually, remembering my childhood is out of envy of Riza Ahmad who can tell vividly about his childhood, some of his stories he remembers even when he was two years old.

The point I am making is. . .I am a very private person since young, I have my time to sit and think. I still do it now. The difference is that, now I put it on words so that I can share with others. I guess I should share what is good.

I will be sharing my poems here from time to time. It is about my life, things that have taken place. Also about life as a whole. I hope it can be enjoyed by many and learn from it where ever possible.