Hit the Road!

Yup! I'm hitting the road again today. I am having a Cuti-Cuti Malaysia trip to the East Coast, the South and the North. All in one week and a half. At first, I was really excited anticipating for the trip and having fun meeting members from all over Malaysia. However, at the moment, the excitement only partially exists after the recent tragic incidence in Bukit Mertajam. I'm still wondering who is that person who is much much evil than the devils themselves. Cruel indeed!

Our sudden trip to Bukit Mertajam last weekend was obviously not a trip without any hindrances. It was full with challenges and enigmatic occurrences. Let me not narrate them in details for it would always trigger the goosebumps in me. I just had to not attend the party at Prof's place due to my unwell condition. At the moment, my body is still aching from the encounter. I really hope that it would not retard my journey to the East Coast.

Anyway, let's pray for the health of my beloved Guru and for my safe journey. May Allah protect us from the snaring eyes of the devils and give us enough strength to face His tests. Amin.

Apakah?

Apabila yang dikasihi bertarung nafas...

Apabila yang dekat terasa amat jauh...

Apabila yang diingati menyapa mesra...

Apabila yang disayangi menyepi diri...


Segala berlaku dalam satu masa.
Apakah perkataan yang amat sesuai untuk menggambarkan perasaan tersebut?

Hmmm...

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Mode Bahasa Melayu

Dikesibukan bercuti ni, selain dari menggunakan Bahasa Inggeris pada hari Jumaat pagi, aku lebih selesa berbahasa ibunda. Cuti la katakan... hehehe...

Aku di rumah, seorang. Angah pergi ke maktabah, Dilapette pergi mengajar anak-anak orang kaya, anak-anak kangkung pergi ke nursery (bukan untuk tumbuh-tumbuhan, tapi untuk kanak-kanak). Aku di rumah, seorang.

Jam 1 tengahari. Lambakan baju t-shirt busuk baru habis pening kena spin. Lantai masih belum bersapu. Baju tiga hari lepas masih menggunung belum dilipat. Perut masih kenyang dek pekena tiga keping Haiwaian chicken sejuk baki makan malam semalam. Buku-buku masih meraung-raung minta dikemas dan dibaca. Bilik Dila? Yup. Masih horror tahap dewata raya. Aku ingat kalau tikus dan lipas nak masuk pun mau patah keluar semula tahap tak sanggup layan ke-horror-an bilik tersebut. Dapur masih belum digilap. Kipas masih belum digilap. Tandas masih belum digilap juga.

Aku di rumah, seorang. Dari pagi layan Facebook. Dari pagi mengemaskini lappy BenQ. Dari pagi layan baca blog-blog kacip bloggers Lipis. Mantap betul penulisan kutu-kutu tersebut. Tup tup sudah pukul 1 tengahari. Kerja sendiri tak siap. Kerja orang pun tak siap. Mandi pun belum. Tahap bau bango cipan mati. Aku di rumah. Seorang.

Once Upon A Time

Do you still remember the time when we could buy nasi lemak, sirap and jajan only for 30 sen?

Do you still remember the time when we could play around the kampong area without fear of being kidnapped?

Do you still remember the time when we could trust others to look after our bags when we went to the toilet at Puduraya?

Do you still remember the time when a stranger sat next to you would share their lunch with you?

Do you still remember the time when cars slowed down whenever they saw somebody was about to cross a road?

Do you still remember those times?

Yeah... I really miss Malaysia in its olden days.

Sampai Hati

Orang bercinta... dikatakan tidak walaupun iya...
Orang bercinta... tersenyum seorang di kala sunyi...
Orang bercinta... dinihari serasakan di awal malam...
Orang bercinta... sakit pening segala digagahi...
Orang bercinta... katanya kurang diam di alam sendiri...
Orang bercinta... segalanya "baiklah" hanya untuk si dia...
Orang bercinta... memang sukar budi pekerti bicara...

Namun,

pabila nikmat sudah dihambur di depan mata...
kemudian diambil tanpa ingatan buat si belakang...
kemudian terlupa dek sibuknya urusan dunia...

pasti membuat satu badan berangin
segala pintu mau ditendang
muncung panjang hajat tak sampai

Sangat Sangat Sangat KEJAM!

Syubhah...

The trip to TGI Friday on previous Friday was cancelled. Lega...

Anyway, I'm here to wish every mother out there a "Happy Mother's Day!"

Mothers are not to be cherished only on this particular day.
They are to be cherished every single moment and every single day.
A lifelong duty for us, the children.

i hate them!!!

i was so eager to narrate about my trip to KLCC yesterday immediately after reaching home... however, i was too lethargic... my ankles were aching so much and i felt asleep...

so, today, i'm gonna share this experience... a note of caution, the title has nothing to do with my yesterday's trip...

i had to take public transportation to KLCC because my superbusy sister was using the car... at the moment i don't have a car... i'm a goner... very poor indeed... MANIOBI was sent back to Melaka because i just could not afford to feed him and the fact that my aching feet do not allow me to drive a manual car anymore... those sharp sudden stabbings really make it dangerous for me to go on a manual... and i have no choice but to borrow my sister's car from time to time when i need to go somewhere urgently...

as yesterday's trip to KLCC was not considered urgent by my sister, i just had to find any means to go there... the trip was urgent and important for me because it has been years, the last was 1994, since i last met my very dear school mate, Kak Yan... though i felt a bit frustrated with my sister's attitude, i just followed my instinct and determined to meet my friend at KLCC... i asked Angah to send me to Cempaka lrt station... Angah could send me to KLCC itself but i didn't want to trouble that preggie momma...

there it started, i rode the lrt from Cempaka to Masjid Jamek and was a bit panicked when i didn't see the lrt from Masjid Jamek to KLCC... i called my bro and he told me that the lrt to KLCC is the one underground... now i know the difference between Putra and Star... Putra is the one underground and Star is the one on top... it is amusing to see most passengers were really engrossed with their handphones... it seems that everybody is in his/her own world and nothing else matters on this world... thank you to technology for creating these monsters... a very scary observation indeed...

i arrived at KLCC one and a half hour early than the meeting time... i just wanted to avoid the crowded trains during peak hours... as soon as i entered KLCC premises, i felt as if the building was shaken... oh dear... was it really happening? was KLCC going to collapse? then i felt a bit of acidic pain in my tummy... ouh... perhaps this was the signs of hypo... i had a very humble breakfast and did not have my lunch yet... it was 4.45 pm... i went to the food court and the shaking feeling became worst... i just had to hurry and then bought my self some bagels... all the non-sweet ones... ahhh... alhamdulillah... the shaking stopped... well, KLCC is still standing proudly... yeah.. very proud to bear all the sicklies in the world...

while munching my bagels (the expensive retarded mixture of flour) at the foodcourt... i observed my surroundings... since it was not the time for those corporate slaves to clock out, there were many teenagers around the area... perhaps they were waiting for the Wolverine show... anyhow, what disturbed my sight was the way they showed affections towards their opposite sexes... owh dear... i thought i was in KLCC, Kuala Lumpur, MALAYSIA! oppsss... i really was in KLCC and these daring displays are those of the Malay teenagers in my own country... i'd rather be in one of those malls in Chch NZ...

i felt sick and found my peace at the Gallery... spending a quiet time, alone, disgesting those arts... these are real... a peaceful reality... outside, those are real too... a disturbing reality... i guess it is my fault for not frequently getting out of my cave... the real world is frightening indeed and i don't want to die amidst the frightening confusions and disillusions...

after spending quite some time at the gallery, i went to Kino... i just had to get out from that book store a.s.a.p. because the temptation to buy books was killing me... i just had 50 bucks in my pocket and i already spent 8 bucks for those bagels... ouch!

as i was sitting and jotting notes on my small notebook, my friend called and she already arrived... half an hour early... yeaaayy! gone all those boredom and sickly sights... she wanted to treat me at sushi king but being me, i said i'd prefer the claypot noodle... wow! my friend is getting prettier and she doesn't seem like a mother to three... we exchanged stories and talked and talked and talked... an excellent meeting indeed... though my feet had started to dysfunction, the stabbing numbness was so overpowering... well, i did not regret all the troubles that i had to endure for the trip...

around 9 pm... together, we took the lrt back to Masjid Jamek... ouh... she is such a kind lady... without me knowing, she bought some pretzels for me to take home... terharu la beb... at Masjid Jamek, she took her train back to Hotel Quality (she's from Setiawan and is having a one week course at that hotel) and me myself took my train back to Cempaka... i was so lucky because people gave me a seat... alhamdulillah... there are still thoughtful Malaysians... not that i'm pregnant but maybe they thought that i looked a bit pale and sickly... my feet were really killing me... until now, the moment i'm typing all these... ouch!

at Cempaka, i thought i wanted to make it real and take a cab home... but, there was none... maybe i was at the other side of the station... i really felt wobbly and almost fainted... i had no choice and called my sisters to pick me up... i sensed that "macam takde keikhlasan ajek" when they picked me up... yeah! i always fail to properly play my role as a good along... i am spoilt... the scum of the earth... yada yada yada... erk... i've gone off-path...

coming back to my narration, those are my yesterday's experience... previously, managed to walk from Kotaraya to the Mall... yeah... from Kotaraya to the Mall okay! now, i hardly can walk from one lrt to another... i am getting old, sickly and perhaps dying...

enough...

today... i woke up very late... my body is aching all over... my head is still dizzy... and my mind is worrying about few things... those things are inter-related with my topic "i hate them!!!"... oh how i really hate them... tomorrow, i have my morning philosophy session and in the evening, i have a party at TGI Friday... with my sickly condition, i might not go to TGI Friday... i don't want to trouble anybody just for the sake of me wanting to socialising with friends at such dining place fit for the burgeuos... erkkk... did i spell that correctly?

okie tokie... off for now... and i still hate them so much!!!

Of Thick Phlegm and Foul Puss

I am suppose to spend my holidays quietly. However, this unbearable silence has provoked my mind to wander and ponder. Where? To the realm of Truth? Not yet. If I were to measure it correctly, I am still far away. Have I been there? Have I tasted the sweetness? Or the worst... have I gone astray? Indeed, to walk as a shadow is not a simplistic matter. The form is to be sought and the most important question is "what kind of form?"

There can be many ways to find the right form. Some contemplate in caves. Some travel to far away lands. Some resort to books. Some are involved in charity. Whatever it is the underlying action word is "effort". All start with efforts. Without, one's shadow will remain form-less, life-less and aim-less.

Well... these are just preambles. I have more worrying issue at hand. As I have personally observed, it has become contagious in the society I'm living in generally, and the space that I'm breathing in specifically. Ouh! What is it? Yeah... the subject matter is "calculative behaviour".

The world that we are living in has changed from its very form of selflessness to the form of selfishness, if these words arbitrarily exist. The world is indeed a constructed reality. Who construct this reality? Yeah... the who refers to us. The occupants of the world. It bugs me to see those who are close to me pay due importance on materials than the sense of humanity itself. One is judged as useless if one does not work with somebody i.e. "makan gaji". One is a trouble maker if one seeks financial assistance from his/her closest family members. One is labelled as the scum of the earth if one has not found his/her marriage partner at the age of 30 and above. Why must everything must be measured at the physical level? Is it not substance that we need to highlight in living this temporary world.

Well... my thoughts here might be a clouded one as I am not sure of what I'm thinking at the moment. There are too many things that are bugging me about my reality of life. All the external and internal factors have become contributive for me to be in this kind of thinking mode. I am yet to reorganise my mind and my outlook towards my surrounding.

I have to have more patience. I have to. I just have to.

Insan mulia yang tidak pernah berkira...
Semoga Allah mencucuri Rahman dan RahimNya buat beliau...
Al-Fatihah