Ready Am I

huhuhu so every semester, before i start the first paper which is today and 9 o clock to be exact, i will waste about one hour to make an awful poem hahaha.. so this is my attempt of making it this morning...hope u guys like it..

today is my first paper

i got no clue which paper

and totally not ready to answer

whatever given by the lecturer

and this is my last semester

am i lazy

am i bussy

am i sexy hahaha

or even crazy

nah... i'm just not ready

to face the world of working zombie

that eating my own brainy hihi

i am not ready

waking up daily

get yell and scold by everybody

that i am not doing the work properly

i am a free crow

flying like there's no tomorrow

having fun like there no law

this is how i want to grow

not this life of sorrow

the life that i want to throw

but i have lost so many money

given by my parent to study

hoping that one day i be somebody

i need to be that somebody

to make them proud of me

than, i can get my degree

i need to be ready

i need to be ready

now.. i am ready

so that's all i can think right now... need to go back to my study.. hope my parent will proud of me for this last semester. i also hope that i can reach 3 pointer for my last CGPA this sem... one thing that i really afraid is my dissertation.. i hope i get a good marks for it.. OK guys wish me luck k... au revoir

Sajak Kesedaran

oklah seperti biasa dah dekat nak exam ni aku suka wat poem tapi tahun ni aku try wat sajak lak... seperti sajak aku sebelum ni, agak pelik gak r bunyi dier maklumlah dah lama tinggal bahasa malaysia maybe ada salah eja sikit kot... n cam biasalah tone sajak aku ni sama jer hihihii aku suka lagi buat poem leh melalut2 sikit. so aku ucapkan kepada yang nak exam ni gud luck k...

Masa tidak diisi,

Dengan penuh bererti,

Berseronok dari pagi

Tiada berhenti hingga ke dinihari,

Alpa akan tangungjawab diberi,

Rosak akhlak tiada kupeduli,

Mana lagi dapat kucari,

Hari-hari yang dibuangi.

Tidakkah aku sedar,

Kelak aku akan dibakar,

Api neraka yang sungguh mekar,

Hatiku terasa hibar,

Akan haluanku yang tidak dijalan yang benar.

Dimana cahaya keinsafan?

Suluhi aku kembali ke pangkal jalan,

Agar kusedar akan segala kesilapan,

Salah dan silap harap dimaafkan,

Semoga dapat kutangung segala beban,

Menempuhi peperiksaan diminggu hadapan.

ok amacam sajak aku huhuhu mesti rasa cam pelik sikit kan. mita maaf r aku pon wat ni main2 jer... kalo korang rasa ni macam bunyi sjak jer... cuber try rap dengan puisi aku ni k huhuhu CAU!!!!

Sajak Kembali

hmmm.... dah lama aku x post sesuatu yang puitis camni... kalo aku post pon aku wat poem jer... agaknya dah 5 tahun x buat sajak melayu.... so sekarang ni saja jer cuba wat balik.. dah boring2 duduk rumah ni....

sudah sekian lama
mulutku tidak berbisa
fikiranku tidak berkata-kata
bahasaku semakin binasa
akalku ditelan alpa
kataku cuma sedih dan hiba
inilah aku sekarang
pandanganku tidak lagi terang
keyakinanku senantiasa goyang
bakat terpendamku telah lama hilang
apa hendak jadi
aku tidak lagi berdeklamasi
dengan suara hatiku ini
tapi kini
aku cuba kembali
supaya kataku tidak sekali
jadi janggal sebegini

rasa cam x best la plak sajak aku... maklumlah dah lama x bersajak2 ni... kalo ada peluang aku wat lagi k. oh anyway kalo korg x tau aku ada blog poem aku voicesandwords .... ciao

My time is running out!!!!!!

Before you read this post, i just want you to know that i really really don't know what am i doing...hahahaha... on9 while listening some music just makes me typing something crap...so i made some word. you can think it as a poem, lyrics or rap or something crap or whatever you want it to be....

so if you ready for it you can read it and tell me what you think...

.........................................................

My time is running out,

a lot of transgression that I am not proud,

a lot of good things just in my thought...

but only dreadful thing that makes everything right.

make me desire to commit suicide,

what the worst that I could said....

things so much better if I dead..

My time is running out....

but I never give a damn what its all about,

mistake turn everything upside down,

from dawn till dusk I’m on my own,

with all the sins that I have done,

from time to time it cramping my mind,

heaven and hell know that I have cross the line,

waiting on my world to change,

so I can keep up before the world end.

My time is running out,

but still, nothing occur to me to made something right,

please, please and please!!!!

Hope there are somebody teaching me how to fight,

In the battlefield of sin and virtue,

Where all the thoughts come true,

And I can turn myself back to the line of truth.

........................................

so.... hows my word... it is dashing or what!!

oh BTW... a post will be boring if there is no pict... so i put some photo of last night hang over....

maybe i can participate in the next Cleo Hot Bachelor...wakaka

hmmm... wishing bowl.. what your wish??

this is not what it looks like k... this is my sister...

oh.. i buy some shoes for next sem..

seeing the future!!! safe the cheerleader, safe the world!

nyum, nyum...want some of my Pizza...huhuhu

thats all for today post...... oh and BTW again... this monday would be my last practical day... at last... next thursday... ice skating!!!!!!!!

another dull and rainy night

it night, boring and raining cats and dogs and i just got nothing to do, that's when i make some poem. i just don't have some power verb to have a good poem, i think this should do just fine. even i dunno why i write a poem about dawn. huhuhuu

Dawn comes before morning,

Start to shine for awakening,

In the bed we are still lying,

Or someone even snoring,

Hearing the azan for praying,

That’s what dawn is doing,

Dawn comes after night,

Chicken start to have a sight,

It when the street starts to light,

Clubber didn’t have the right,

To stay dance all night,

That’s when guts make a fight,

The police come and make it bright,

Blaming the dawn for the quick night.

i think that after this i should make blog just for poem. cuz i have so many poem, start when i first realize that making a poem is easy. it just need to put a heart in it to make it better. but still i not satisfied with all my poem.

at the eleventh hour!!!

Exam it just around the corner,
it just keep getting sooner,
and I'm always wonder,
if I'm going to be a surveyor.

Dreams can't never achieve,
if one always can't sees,
to be better at all this,
if he never reads and studies.

I am a living legend,
that soon to be forgotten,
never keep the book burn,
never take the wrong turn.

So, what the hell arif elnur,
study at the floor,
for all the achievement that you must show,
till the break a dawn you can't slow.

h0hohohoho

it's a damn poem of the eleventh hour
read it and like it. hahhahaha. suddenly a poem come to my mind and it says arif elnur write me or you gonna be dead huhuhuhu....
WTF right, i write this poem or I'm gonna get kill by my mind.. so i give my best shot which is i like it. so who ever read my poem, i think you should start study.

p/s the picture above got nothing to do with the poem huhuhuhuhuhu.. i just Google it and the Pict appear