TEATER- ROADS

- Perjalanan – A Long Road-

The Story Begins

(story teller)

In a long, long, long road. Road without end. Walk, 4 people. They are friends. Bestfriend. The road is so long, they cannot see where they go, where they are heading. Everyone of them now, still on the same road. But the long road is not only long, but it have branch. Many. And here, the branches is appear before them. They must choose one from the many. And it is a must.

(SCENE 1- The four friends, walk, walk, and walk. Together. From the back of the pentas, to the front. One of them, that is walk at the front is stopped. Followed by the others)

A- Why are you stopping?

B- Look, our path. It is diverging.

C- Yeah right, so, what do we need to do now?

A- Why don’t we choose our path? Together. We must not divide now. Together we strong, alone we will fall.

D- But how? Too many branches here. So, what criteria that we must evaluate before we choose??

(A moment of silence)

A- Democracy!!! Yeah, votes. The path where have the highest votes is the choosen one. We all will follow the path together.

C- That is a good idea. I think we can do that. So what do you say B and D?

B- Our life is not a country. For country, yeah, you can do the voting to search for the right President. Why? Because he will lead everyone, lead the whole country. It is not the same as the our life. Our life is ours, why depend on others to choose for your life???

A- But we are friend.

D- I am in line with B’s idea. Yeah, we are friend, but who knows the future??? Life is like that. And I think we can always be friend although we choose the different path. Now is the modern era. Right.

(silence)....

B- if that your say, I wish you all luck. Here we are separated. Physically separated. But our heart must not separated. Must be the same, now, tomorrow, and in the future. Okay??? Now, my advice is think carefully. And whatever path we choose, never regret, never give up.

A, C, D- Okay.

(Everyone is looked through the roads, trying to choose the best for them)

B- I am sorry guys, I think I decided my path. I can see this path is smooth, no, disturbances, it is looked like a very safe route. And I can see that many footprints of people that use this road. Okay, Till then…

(B is Going back stage use the path on the right)

C- B choose an easy route, yeah, many people must using it. So, I think this is the best route for me. Although it looks hard route, bengkang-bengkok, theres thorn and others, but there is no competition. Not many people must using this road. Okay, I go first. Good bye.

A- Wait, can I go with you? We are the best friend right. So, if I go with you, we will become stronger. If you have problem, I help you and vice versa. Okay? Lagipun, I don’t know where I want to go. I cannot make the decision.

C- okay, lets go.

(C and A going to back stage using the path on the left)

D- (Thinking like) theres is many path in front of me. This path must be created by the people before us. So why don’t I try to create new path? For myself. According to my desire.

(D angkat beg, then, jump from the stage)

(story teller) 

Different path. Go, go, and go. Slowly. Follow the path that is chosen. And of course every path must have its branches. And the branches sometime will make the friends, further from each other. Although it becomes further and further, whatever path that you follow, sometimes, it just intersect with the others path. And in a reunion, these 4 friend’s path, cross each other. 

(SCENE 2- The reunion. The 4 friends enter the stage, from different place. Then, they bertemu.)

C- Hi all of you. Wow, it is soo long we do not bertemu, right.

B- Yeah. Well, as we are all here, why don’t share our experience? Jobs now, or whatever?

D- that is a good idea. Okay let me tell you first. Remember that day? I am the last right? So, what path that I taken? No path. I make the path. New one, based on my interest. And now, here I am, as a freelance. In drawing comics, and sometimes write novel, stories. I really like my life now because this is my interest to begin with.

B- Wow. that’s pretty amazing. To be happy with what you are doing. Not like me I guess. Yeah, now, I am an officer in a government company. The salary is pretty good, stable. But it do not interesting. Doing work, the same work over and over. Everyday. Its is tired. Really.

C- You must preservere, try to makes something interesting there. Oh, A, why do you silence all this while? Before this you is the person that is the most talkative among us.

A- Errm. I am sorry. I just think that all of you is changed. All of you is like sky for me. I shame with myself.

C- Why?

A- C, do you remember that the time when we separated from each other? You is a great man, you managed to pass the challenge. But I am not. As I do not know what to do, I am going hometown. To my village. Works there. As a rubber tapper and others. Until now. I do not know what to do. 

C- Ow. I am sorry because left you behind.

A- Nevermind. I understand your decision.

C- Okay, so, from what A said before, yeah, the path that we choose is really hard. So hard, like a hell. Everyday is a test to our determination. And because of that hardness, make me stronger. Make me become like me today.

B- So, what are you doing now?

C- I am a manager in an agriculture based company that I created by myself. And if you have problems, you can go to me. If I can help, it is my pleasure.

D- okay, I need to go now. I am a bit busy lately. I am sorry.

C- I know we all busy now, but if we have any time, why don’t we meet again. Like this. Okay?

A, B and D- Okay.

(everyone is keluar, by using their own path)

(Story teller) 

Path. Everyone have different one. There is no right or wrong path. It is just the way we walk on it. Never regret with our choice. Once regret come, the path is becoming a hell.

End of Story

Fariz, jeri, gondok dan ...

The piece that got the first place in the 

talent competittion organized by counseling skill class UIA Kuantan  level 2 on March 2013

Pelakon -pelakon=

Jeri- Story teller and A

Gondok- B

Fariz Zain-C

Mut-D

Awards=

Best actor- Jeri

ULAT

                ULAT. Padaku, ia adalah satu benda yang langsung tidak berharga. Nyawa ibarat sampah. Langsung tidak bermakna. Langsung tidak berharga. Tapi, walaubagaimanapun aku tetap salah seekor daripadanya. Hidup kami mudah dan sekejap. Makan, makan, makan, makan, mati. Mudah. Senang. Aku memang antara yang paling suka makan antara kawan-kawan ku. Aku makan apa sahaja. Dari kayu kepada kertas. Aku tidak memilih seperti ulat yang menganggap diri dia ada harga, bermakna. Aku tahu aku hanya ulat yang akan mati tanpa kesan, tanpa ada coretan kisah hidup untuk ditinggalkan. Dan aku tahu mereka yang memilih itu sama sepertiku, tahu. Tapi mereka memilih untuk menjadi hipokrit. Aku pilih untuk tidak hipokrit. Padahal semua sama sahaja. Tahu hayat tidak akan lama. Tahu hayat tidak berguna. Tidak ada perbezaan pun cara penerimaan ini dengan cara pengakhiran. Penerimaan lain- ada yang tak hipokrit macam aku- ada yang hipokrit- tapi pengakhiran adalah sama. Bakal mati.

                Aku tahu aku hidup di dunia khayalan. Dunia impian. Ulat-ulat biasa takkan sekali-kali dapat rasa apa yang aku dan rakan-rakan ku di sini rasa. Jarang kami terlalu panas, jarang kami terlalu sejuk. Dikawal. Dan apa yang paling penting adalah stok makanan. Setakat hidup aku disini, aku tidak pernah rasa lapar dan dahaga. Makan, makan, minum, makan. Tidak pernah habis. Bila berkurang, ia akan bertambah. Bila berkurang lagi, ia bertambah lagi. Ini memang dunia khayalan, fantasi, yang kami rasa bertuah berada di dalam fantasi ini.

                Tapi hati kecilku berkata dunia ini tidak selalu indah. Ada kawanku berkata yang panas disangka kepetang rupanya hujan ditengah hari. Betul. Aku ini hanya seekor ulat. Tidak mampu berfikir, apatah lagi mempunyai hati kecil yang mampu berkata-kata. Aku tahu ini kerana sekarang aku sudah berada di dalam bekas kuning. Terdedah. Bersama ramai rakan ku. Kulihat ada yang sudah bergelimpangan- mati. Aku sangka sudah ajal. Disini tempat baru ini, kami kurang dijaga. Suhu tidak diselaras. Makanan tidak dijaga. Aku tidak selesa disini. Aku dan tiga rakan ku berfikir-fikir untuk lari dari dunia susah ini, dunia bukan khayalan.

                Tidak, aku dicekup kasar. Aku tidak boleh melawan. Disuap aku kepada makhluk ganjil. Ganas. Mati.

Aku adalah ulat yang dipelihara untuk dijual. Dibeli oleh jeri untuk diberi makan kepada sugarglider. Lili, tom, dan anak-anak

mut's collection of short stories

21/1/2013

1ST PART- FISHING AT PERAMU'S JETI

Jeri with his rod- looks like a pro

Trip to Peramu. This trip is announce by Haikal (korok) and he with his sedare is conduct the trip. Sedare korok is always go fishing so he know where is the port for fising. Firstly, it is scheduled to be at Ahad (7 oct) to go naik boat for fishing. But it is cancelled and isntead go for a night fishing at jeti peramu.

2-3 days before the trip- there are many conflicts occurs. And then, to make the trip succcesfull, we prepared seriously, not like the trip2 before that is conducted last2 minute. At friday evening, som, jeri and i go to the fishing shop to buy things. New rod, New bekas isi barng2 memancing, the matakail, batu, gewang and everyting that is needed. more than hundred ringgit is flying without wing.

At the time, saturday night, after isyak we go there, at first there is no rain. the place is very suitable to make a drama or movie- it is a small jeti with very good view. Then the trip is interrupted by heavy rain not long after we start baling pancing. the rain is very heavy and lame. until 12.15, the rain is becoming slow, but we made a patch that if we dont get fish before 12.30, we will go back. soo, at 12.30, we back to the hostel, without any fish. till next time.

Angguk

Angguk.
Faham?
Sapa kata?

Culture.





First class Tuesday, Instrumentation, 18 Sept 2012

Ku Tahu

Ku tahu,
apa y terlihat,
tidak berlaku.

Semua terpaku,
memerhati, 
fokus.

Ada y memegang dagu seperti faham.
Ada y kelihatan menyalin nota.

Jika dilihat luaran,
100%, semua diam,
menumpukan perhatian, 
kecuali aku.

Suatu suara pun tidak kedengaran,
seperti malam gelap,
suram, 
sepi,
pengajar gembira.

Tapi, 
ku tahu,
ini kelas pertama, 
semangat semua membara,
fokus tiada tara,
tapi,
fokus tanpa paham tiada guna,
fokus tanpa jiwa tiada guna.

Sudahlah!
Tak paham buat- buatlah paham,
memang aku tidak paham,
banyak aku tidak paham,
manusia, 
student, 
lecturer.

Ku tahu.

  

First class, Instrumentation, Tuesday, 18 Oct 2012

Merindui Masa Lalu

Past is the past, now is the real thing. That is my falsafah/ philosophy. But the past gives experience. Dikala ini, ku merindui masa lalu ku. Bersama teman2 yang sangat sporting and the best. Although I think I dont deserved it. Masa sekolah y sangat biasa, tanpa pengalaman2 y menarik, tanpa kenangan2 y menarik, tanpa kehidupan y menarik, but all of you give me the strength to become myself. Although I am not a talkative sangat person, nothing to offer to you guys, but they make me wanted. Nazrin, Is, Bob, Syafiq. I really miss u. The memories we always coming back late from prep, at the late night, memories of our taking pictures by using Nazrin's camera, I really miss them. Hope get to be together again sometime....... Although it seems unlikely coz I am only a small something in this world.

Nazrin, Bob, Is and Syafiq--- really miss all of you

Still remember this time where Nazrin is forcing me to be taken picture with  them
because I always only become the person who take the picture only 

PAST IS THE PAST, PRESENT IS PRESENT, WITHOUT PAST THERE IS NO PRESENT, WITHOUT PRESENT THERE IS NO FUTURE, NEVER FORGET PAST BECAUSE ONLY OURSELVES KNOW OUR PAST........