Rindu kepada-Mu

Hati ini bagaikan tak punya rasa. Puas kucari di wajahku garis-garis duka. Tidak kutemu. Ku cuba mencari di degup jantungku. Kiranya hampa jua. Apakan begini jadinya hati yang tidak punya rasa? Ku lihat bintang yang kian kabur di langit. Ku sedut udara dingin yang melintasi diriku. Tak ku dengar suaranya. Malam semakin kelam. Pungguk tidak lagi mengimbau bulan. Bulan juga tidak lagi menunggu pungguk. Hatiku bagaikan tidak punya rasa. Mengapa begini jadinya? Ku lihat sekelilingku. Hanya lalang yang berbuai-buai mendayukan lagu yang tidak punya suara. Aku kekejangan. Namun hati tidak punya rasa. Ku melentokkan diriku kiranya bergocak jantung, berbisik hati , berderau darah dan nadi. Ku kira perjalananku hampir tamat. Ku kan kembali kepada-Mu. Engkau penentunya. Engkau yang menghukum. Pintaanku kepada-Mu 'Ampunilah aku, Kasihanilah aku. Tempatkanlah aku dekat di hati-Mu". Aku yang tidak punya rasa kembali dengan seribu rindu kepada-Mu....

Introducing myself

Hi, I am Rudiah, a Malaysian living in Bangsar Kuala Lumpur. Bangsar was such a peaceful place when we first moved in here in 1976. We equated it to Peyton Place in the movie of the same title. But now things are different. I don't know where we've gone wrong. Only last week a supervisor at a well-known restaurant was robbed and pinned to death. This place is becoming horribly scary. Many of my friends have sold their once proud homes and moved back to their birth places far in the country side. Am I to follow suit? The magnet that pull me to this place is its locality - a good hospital is just 5 minutes away, and so are the shopping malls and place of worship.
I was a little girl I lived in Temerloh, a small town in the state of Pahang which is 1 1/2 hrs away. I could sleep with all the windows of our shop house opened breathing fresh air as I slept. As kids we were free and safe to move around. I used to follow my brother who is one year older than I to the British Army Camp to watch movies that were especially shown for the British soldiers. I was probably cute that I was often given chocolates and sweets at the guard house. But my brother didn't like the idea of the British soldiers giving me choc. & sweets that he stopped me from following him to the camp. "You are a girl, you stay home" he commanded. Hence I never again watch movie at the camp but spent my time singing and helping my mum in the kitchen . Probably that's how I become a "good" cook. You all must try my cooking!!! Ah. My Korean movie is waiting for me. So I will continue lamenting my past the next time. Meanwhile. Have fun. Life is too short to fill it with sorrows. Take care. Bye