Dead Man Walking.... (part 1)

Have you ever wonder how’s life would be, if you knew that you will die tomorrow??? Have you ever think to be as a spiritual advisor to person whom will be sentenced to death penalty? Do you think life is fair? Do you agree that, person whom killing people, should be punished…die too? Do you believe that people will changes? Is it hard to admit our fault and ask forgiveness? Is there forgiveness to those who’s hurt or harm others? These entire questions, we should ask ourselves, can we be in the same position or not? Are we brave enough as her?

All these been touched in my school theater entitled Dead Man Walking. The screenplay was based on a true story written by Sister Helen Prejean, published in 1994 and made into a major motion picture by Tim Robbins, starring Susan Sarandon. The story chronicles Sister Helen Prejean’s eye-opening journey with two men on Death Row to the execution chamber, and her awakening to the realities of US criminal justice system and use of capital punishment.

Even though, today is my full day. I started my day early in the morning, helping Jester program, done my role play tape, attending wedding ceremony, watch the play’, arrived home almost midnight. What a day! In the beginning, I fall asleep couple times….huhuu.. =P maybe because they were talking fully in southern accent, y’all… I can’t get it, man! Or maybe I’m too tired and sleepy. After a while, trying to keep in track and make sure my eyes are open, my ears listening as big as elephant. I’m awake =) it’s really interesting play to watch and get insight.

It does remind me to my enlighten trips at Pudu Jail, Kuala Lumpur…fifteen years back. I was in my secondary school at that time. I’m still young and full of zeal to explore anything in front of me. For those who didn’t know about the Pudu Jail, I’ll start by introduce the history of Pudu Jail or be known as Pudu Prison. The Pudu Prison was built in 1895 near the heart of Kuala Lumpur, capital city for Malaysia. It is among the historical and haunting building in KL. After more than 100 years stand still, it has been closed and reopened to public as a museum. Today, it operates as a facility for prisoner attending court hearing and as temporary detention center for drug addicts…. To be continue.

Life is full of colors...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t..

It is been a long time I did not wrote any kind of journal or diary. The last time I remember, I planning to create my own blog about my adventures coming to United States. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work yet. Still looking for time to get it done, such another excuses! Huh…. I think we should give credit for the bloggers for their time and effort to write down their thought and sharing their experiences. U guys had done a Great Jobs !!! thumbs up =) I should be thanks to McDouble that ‘ring a bell’ to me about my ‘blog’… siap jadi my first follower lagi untuk motivated aku…. Even though, I didn’t write it yet…zero..ye la…yela,,, weekend ni I mgarang la kalo x busy and ingat… heheee..(ayat 3 hari lepas). So, sempena mghargai die, aku mewajibkan diri utk menulis jugak tinta2 emas, sekapur sirih, ucap alu-aluan bagi sesapa yg rajin mbaca blog aku ni.

Bila dipikir-pikirkan balik la, aku tau pasal menatang “diari @ jurnal aka blog” ni bila aku dlm darjah 4 Amanah. Ingat jugak lagi aku masuk class ape… cekgu class ku Pn. Rofidah Ibrahim la yg memula memperkenalkan diari. X silap aku, kami pakai buku tulis yg harganya dulu 40sen je utk tulis “Diariku”. Xingat aku, tujuan kami kena start tulis diari tu. Yg pastinya, every week, kitaorg kena anta kat cekgu diari tu… xtau la apa yg aku tulis dlm tu. Mybe, pasal cekgu cantik kot, @ bdk class bising giler time cekgu xde… camtu la kot. Oooo… mmg di antara semua cekgu yg ade kt sekolah tu, aku rasa cekgu ni la yang paling cantek. Tapi tegas oooo…, jgn memain. Selepas tu, ade jugakla, aku membeli buku diari yg come’ konon-kononnya…akan start menulis la… tp hampeh…. tetap x abis jugak buku tu, ade la 2 ke 3 kali je aku menulis. Itupun sebab, aku gaduh dgn abg aku smpi mrajuk masuk dlm bilik… mgamuk dan menconteng diari tu… (paham2 aje la apa aku tuliskan)…heheee..tu cite sekolah rendah. Masuk menengah, yg aku ingat, aku bercerita dlm diariku pasal budak yg aku ade la sedikit ‘crush’ n ‘aku n da gang’ terbergurau dgn bdk baru yg masuk class…malu2… ensem plak tu mamat jambu tu. Ingat nak mainkan kawan lain, tup-tup…dia plak yg muncul…naya je kawan. Harapnya, aku start mengarang blog ni, consistent la gamaknya…mudahan.

Pasal diriku, bila org tanya ‘asal mana? Musti aku jawab, budak Key Ell kampong jer…coz aku mmg dlahirkan n dbesarkan d KL, tp start umur aku 16 thn, aku hidup merantau la ke negeri2 lain. Sampai la la ni… aku bangga katakan satu Malaysia aku dah sampai. Skang ni, aku duk menetap sementara kat negara orang, atau lebih tepat lagi, Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States of America. Bila sampai cni, soklan bonus @ yg paling glemer skali org tanya adalah “why do u choose here???.... dari banyak2 town, state yg ade kat US ni. Dah ada skrip dah dlm otak aku utk mjawabnya, repeat n repeat the same song…=)… ooo utk pgetahuan semua, sekolah aku skang ni sekolah yg come je & sejuk je mata memandang, ade tasik lagi…dan yg plg utama “based on Catholic traditions…n I’m the only one international muslim there.

Untuk itu, aku merajinkan diri utk menaip poem by uncle Robert Frost that has/quite influenced me to make up my mind to be a part of USF. Sajak ni kali pertama aku dengar bila cekgu English ku d matriks yg bagi kami baca dan ia muncul kembali apabila aku tgh mensearching info dan terjumpa dalam website Mercy. Semoga korang dapat menghayati makna tersurat n tersirat dlm sajak ni… kalo xpaham, ble la tanya aku nanti2.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference. ;)

Panjang juga intro aku ni…akhir kalam,

“Open your heart to see, touch, hear, smell, taste and feel the pain, thirst, hunger and last but not least balance your life with spiritual and please do reflect my blog…….. amat di alu-alukan” Wasalam =)

Ps: buat pencinta bahasa, maafkan aku sebab memcampur adukkan bahasa.