Ideal Life

Me and my wife had a casual discussion last night. We talked about our children and daily life stuffs. We also talked about food and places to go and etc. She brought up an idea of being in my ideal kind of life and world. She told me, if I were to be in my ideal kind of life, I would be :-

1. Had a Japanese wife
2. Like to have an English breakfast everyday
3. Like to have a Mediterranean or Middle East dishes for lunch and dinner
4. Live in Alaska

NICE I told her! It got me thinking... what shall I call that kind of life then?? Perhaps, I just call it "My Perfect Shangri-la"

Loratadine 10mg

Aku ada masalah alergik. Macam biasa, alergik aku ni menyebabkan aku rasa gatal yang amat sangat. Tak kira la kat mana-mana permukaan kulit yang mana. Kat kulit kepala, kat muka, kat jari, kat tangan, kat bijik mata atau kat badan. Tahap kegatalannya memang boleh membuatkan aku jadi stress yang amat sangat.

Masalah alergik aku ni timbul tahun 2000 lagi. Tapi aku tak perasan pun yang benda ni alergik pasal kekerapan kejadian alergik masa tu amatlah jarang sekali. Tapi sememnjak tahun 2002, kekerapan kejadian alergik ni semakin menjadi-jadi dan pada satu tahap boleh jadi tiap hari. Seperti biasa aku pegi klinik doktor akan tanya macam-macam soalan. Tanya aku makan apa, buat apa, pegi mana dan macam-macam lagi. Tapi tak ada pun penyebab yang "conclusive" alergik aku ni. Selalunya diorang kasi aku injection je. Tapi lepas tu.. memang aku akan jadi mengantuk yang teramat sangat dalam masa 10 minit sahaja.

Cuma pada tahun 2003 aku dah paham macam mana kriteria alergik aku ni. Kalau aku masuk tempat ada air-cond dan tiba-tiba keluar kat panas terik atau vice versa, alergik aku datang. Kalau aku bawak beg plastik yang berat, ruam kat tapak tangan aku naik dan menjadi penyebab alergik. kalau aku tergesel badan atau tangan mahupun kaki kat mana-mana benda keras ruam alergik pun buleh naik. Bukan sebab makan atau pun cuaca sangat. Cuma perubahan mendadak atau pun ruam sedikit kat kulit, cukup menjadi penyebab alergik aku naik gatal.

Tahun 2004 aku jumpa doktor bagi tau masalah aku ni. Aku ceritakan semua simptom dan karekter alergik aku ni. Doktor tanya aku, macam mana aku tangani masalah ni. Aku cakap terus terang aku makan ubat Loratadine 10mg kalau alergik aku datang. Lepas semua sesi soal-jawab, aku tanya kat doktor tu apa sebenarnya jenis alergik aku ni. Dia cakap Tropical Alergik (kalau aku tak silap). Aku tanya dia macam mana nak elakkan atau nak sembuh. Dia cakap tak boleh sembuh. Kenak tahan sakit je dan betul la aku makan ubat tu.

Tapi dia nasihatkan, jangan amalkan sangat ubat tu sebab benda tu racun. Makan bila perlu je disebabkan ubat tu ada side effect. Side effect dia ialah menjadi pelupa. Aku baru sedar sekarang yang apa yang doktor tu cakap memang betul. Walaupun aku sekarang takde sangat makan ubat tu, tapi dalam seminggu, aku akan makan atleast sebiji sebab alergik aku datang tahap yang tak boleh di tahan-tahan. Sekarang aku menjadi semakin pelupa.

Aku teringat tahun 2006 dulu, aku nak beli ubat Loratadine 10mg ni kat farmasi. Member aku bawak aku pegi kedai tu. Kami masuk sama-sama. Tengah-tengah kedai tu ada rak. Aku jalan lorong kanan, member aku lorong kiri. Bila jalan sampai hujung aku bertembung balik dengan member aku tu tadi. Tapi yang peliknya, aku boleh lupa dan tak kenal member aku tadi. Nama pun tak ingat langsung. Member aku hairan terus tanya aku apasal. Lepas 30 second, baru aku teringat balik yang dia tu member aku.

So, memang betul la cakap doktor tu. Makan ubat alergik nik tak elok sangat diamalkan. Tapi kalau dah tak tahan, terpaksa la makan. Aku kalau boleh aku tak nak langsung makan ubat ni. Tapi apa boleh buat, doktor cakap alergik jenis aku ni tak akan baik punya. Terpaksa laa aku layan Loratadine 10mg seumur hidup aku bila perlu.

Bad Luck In Disguise

Yesterday, I was driving back home from shopping for ration with my wife and kids. I was driving on the left lane casually. When I just about to reach a junction going in to my house, there was this Police Patrol car on the right lane. Then the officer sitting on the left seat were showing me a hand signal to stop. Then I realized that I am not wearing a seat belt. Neither do my wife. Hahaha! Of all the day I'm wearing it, only today that I forgot to fasten it, I got busted! S#%^@&!

My Wife : Hahah! Of all the day, now you kenak!

Me : Yup... how interesting can it be.

My Wife : The funny thing is that you are not the kind of a person who will not fasten the seat belt if driving! Hahaha

Me : Yeah, things happen. Sure kenak Saman this time. My bad anyway.

Then this officer went out from his patrol car and walked towards my car and asked me where I am heading to. Then he went to check my roadtax. While checking my roadtax on my windscreen, I can see the officer's face were a bit shock. On haste, he walked past by my door and remind me to fasten my seat belt. Next thing you know, he just drove away and I was like... WHAT THE HECK??? 

I am about to take out my driving license and about to admit that its my fault for not having my seat belt fastened! But this guy just took off!!!?? Then I realized that we are only like one week to go for Hari Gawai festive and definitely this guy just wanna get his "chance" to have an "extra" income for the festival. But having my Council's sticker on my windscreen, I think, he probably thought that he will be screwed if he try his "stunt" on me.

Frankly speaking, even if he tried, he will be okay because I believe in giving him such it will somehow stimulant our economy back to a good shape. Well, at least I have a good intention...

Paraniod?

I don't know about you guys, but am a bit of skeptical over "Tuition" thingy for an extra education for kids nowadays. During my time, I never heard about it, never attend any of it and couldnt care less about it. However, parents now are so typical. They tend to sent their kids for a tuition after school. Last time, they just sent for the purpose of UPSR, PMR or SPM. But now, they even sent them for some kind of center to train the kids how to do arithmetic at lighting speed. I am sure we all have heard about these.

I can understand that all parents wants their kid to be excel in their studies. Hearing that their friends sent their kids for a tuition, they also want the same thing thinking that without it, their kids will be left behind in terms of studies. Paranoid I supposed!!! To me, like some of other that might agree with me, this kind of tuition center or self-proclaimed genius training center is merely a business that couldnt careless about our kids education. All they want is our money and the outcome is "confused" kids. No one ever cares how fast you can solve a difficult maths problems. All you need is for kids to understand things. No matter how fast are they in solving maths equations or not, but in the end, to understand the purpose of doing so is more important than doing it.

Am not good in Maths. I fairly passed my Maths during major examinations. I failed Maths most of all semesters school exams. But it did not make me an idiot. I still can solve problems and in fact, I am so good at it as my nature of business now is solving others' problems. So, kids will not become smart if they are stuffed-in with all kinds of tuitions for a genius training center or what-not and they are still useless if they are not able to understand things in life, common sense and manners. As some would say, manners, common sense and religious education are the most important things than "speed reading" or "flash Math solving".

Maybe after all these, parents become more paranoid to sent their kids for a "tuition" in a "manners and common sense" academy. Who knows, GOOD BUSINESS MA!!!

Its Not About Me Anymore

Before I got married, I sometimes thought that having my own kid is the one thing I can't comprehend with. Not because I do not want to have it, but thinking of the responsibilities and commitment that I need to focus on them on 24/7 basis makes me a bit of less motivated to have even one.

Alhamdulillah, on the 24th day of January, 2006, my lovely wife safely delivered our first child, a girl, the first grandchild for both my parent and my parent in-law side. During the labour, I was inside the labour room with my wife and I even had the opportunity to witness the birth of my first baby, live in front of me. Waiting for the time to come is the most painfull stage, as my wife had to bear the pain of her contractions under inducement procedure.

It took us about 7 hours plus for her to bear all the pain and only 16 minutes past 9pm, our Elisa Ayuni was born. All these are my first experience and during labour, I had this ackward feelings that says I am about to be a father. All kinds of question clinging into my mind at that time. How to be a father? How to handle my very first child? What should I do next? What to call her? What will be her name? How does she looks like? Seriously, I have no idea of a feeling being a father at all. All these while, I am guessing that everything is exactly like others told me or just merely my assumption based on how my father brought me up.

A few second after my first baby was born, I had these all kind of feelings inside of me and it is a bit hard for me to explain or describe it. It feels good and it is so good until there is no words can ever explain how good it is. It is surely feels better than passing my SPM. Better than having graduated from University. Better than most things. A year before that, my friend told me about this feeling he had exactly about the same situation. No matter how hard he tried to explained it, still I can't figure it out or even imagine how does it feel. When my turn comes, I do agree with him, its really hard to described it.

The moment I have my own baby, I automatically had the fatherly instinct growing up inside of me. Babies clothing and attire in Parkson Grand are now attracts my attention. Baby toys and accessories are always be my objective during outing. The feeling of looking forward to go back home early to meet my baby is always haunting me everyday. Though am not the best father in the world, but atleast, everything I do, I've always think about my children.

Before got married, all that we cares about is our attire, impression, appearances and our convenience. The moment I become a father, such self-centred attitude were gone. Everything or anything, its all about my children. There is nothing I want more in this world than a smile and a happy face of my children. No matter how difficult our life is, their smile can make me forget all about it.

Thus make me wonders, why there are so many cases of people leaving their own babies in toilets, garbage and so forth? I couldnt stand leaving my child for a work, let alone ditching them into such places! If they dont want them, just give them to me. I will raise them like my own. No matter how hard or difficult in raising a kid, I've always thought that, we as an adult, can atleast give them a bit of a chance to live their life as much as we did. Our days left are depreciating, but their life had just begun.

Life sometimes hard and harsh. But having a child waiting in excitement for your return home daily after work... PRICELESS!!!!

St Joseph Miri - Class 5C Year 1993

Among the best years of my life that I remember is during the school days. I never had a chance of staying in one school for many years and due to the short of time dwelling at one place, I had a problem of recalling much of the memories and even trying to recall my friend's name. But there is only one particular time that I've always remember (which now its getting harder to recalled it due to age factor) that is when I started schooling in St Joseph Miri from 1991 to 1993 (Form 3 to 5).

It all started yesterday when I decided to search on FaceBook and trying so hard to retrieve every last pieces of my memory recalling back all of my friends' name. To be honest, it is quite difficult task. But then, once I found one of them, things are much easier to search thereafter.

WHY 1991 - 1993?

Those years are so significant as in 1991 I sit for SRP (now re-branded as PMR) and in 1993 I sit for SPM. I've just moved out from Limbang in 1991 and at first I was sent to class 3C. If am not mistaken, I sit just next to Tan Keng Hiong. Just 1 week after that, I was directed to transferred to class 3B where I meet up with few of my "best" friends. Catching up with new slang of Miri language is not that hard as previously, from 1989 to 1990 I was in Kuching.

What I like about St Joseph Miri is that, though we are all from different races, our class especially had this really strong knots of friendship. I still remember that our class were so impressive until we almost win every competition in school. Be it drama, be it sports or any kind of activities. Among teachers, our 5C class is branded as the best in terms of co-operation in every activities.

In my class, we have all sorts of races. You name it, we have it. Chinese we have, Indian we have, Malays we have, Semenanjung Malay also we have, Iban we have, Melanau we have and even Singh. Though we have all sorts of different faith, mother-tongue and races, but we are so close to each other and we even fight with our own school teacher as if our class is a Mafia Gang or somethin'. Hahahahah!

Anyway, it has been 16 years that I've lost contact to almost everybody from my class and only yesterday I managed to find some of them on FB. I took the above photo downloaded from my friend's FB and it does cast some good old flash back in my memories. Before I started to forget their names again, I think it is wise to list them down :-

Sitting from left to right

1. Noor Azalina
2. Cecelia Kueh
3. Ivy Yap (heard she in Singapore)
4. Florence Kong (heard she is in Miri)
5. Donald Eldred (residing in Miri)
6. Kok Pei Lin
7. Amelia Henry (residing in Miri)
8. Suraya Morshidi (last I heard she is in Bintulu)

Standing 2nd row from the left

1. Angela Agan (residing in Miri)
2. Chia Ya Sing (last met in KL in 2001)
3. Christina Laing (teaching in Sri Aman)
4. Kok Wan Nyuk
5. Teo Siaw Ling
6. Wee See Ing
7. Yong Nyuk Hiong
8. Su Li Na (residing in Miri)
9. Liew Ah Jon
10. Shanta (residing in Miri)
11. Jagwant Kaur
12. Jasmine Chong (residing in Miri and married recently)
13. Belinda Yong (last I met her in 1994 in KL)
14. Raine Junang (residing in Miri)
15. Jean Lo
16. Chai Siew Mui
17. Jasmine Yeo (last met in KL in 1994)

Back row from the left

1. Philip Tan (residing in Miri)
2. Hamdan Nayan (working in Kuching)
3. Ahjaman Rozali
4. Tan Gung Menang
5. Wong Yi Wen
6. Mohammad Farzilla
7. Christopher Mok (last met in KL in 1994)
8. Me (am in Kuching)
9. Eddy Lai (in KL)
10. Ian David Brodie (currently in Miri)
11. Andy Richard
12. Huong Min Hin
13. Christopher Tinkai (residing in Miri)
14. Jason Heng Domingo (Vancouver, Canada)
15. Ahmadi Khan (residing in Kuala Lumpur)

Browsing through my friends FB, they all sound like wanna have a reunion of our class. Most of our classmate now are all over the world, some in Aussie, some in KL, some in Singapore and most of it scattered all over Sarawak. It makes me wonder, how possible will it be to do reunion??

To all of my ex-classmate of 5C St Joseph Miri year 1993, if you are reading this, just remember that all of our classmate do cherish our time during those years and all of them now are eyeing for having our reunion. So guys :-

WHAT SAY YOU ALL?

Chief Justice

Back before 80's, all judges in court were wearing white long haired wig. Imagine a tanned skin asian guy wearing a wig. Am sure, nowadays it does look weird.. or even funny to some.

Last night, my wife took one disposable diaper and put it on my 5 months old boy's head. What do you know... he does look like this :-

We all laughed last night and now I addressed my son as "Your Lordship".

Weirdo

I had this habit of letting my Messenger on my laptop on Online all the time while I am in the office. Normally, I will not reply to any spam or to any unknown person(s) that might goofing around on to my Messenger chat box. But yesterday, out of my curiosity, I replied to one unknown person's message which I found it really weird.

Unknown Guy : Hi there! I am you from the future and I bear a good news!

Boy From Limbang : I already knew my future.

Unknown Guy : Cool! ...... Who are you?

Boy From Limbang : I am "you" from your past. (He should know this what!!! He is the one who said that he is me from the future....!)

Unknown Guy : How far you are from my past? Is it like yesterday or 10 years ago?

Boy From Limbang : As far as you are to my future. (Obviously, since he is me in the future)

WEIRDO!

Aku Ada Seorang Kawan...

Aku ada seorang kawan, baru je datang KL time aku study kat uni dulu. Macam biasa, gua mau tunjuk terer yang gua dah tau semua tempat happening kat KL. Apalagi.... gua ajak sekali pegi KL la tunggu bas mini kaler pink. 

Macam biasa, Bas Mini mesti laa penuh macam tin sadin. Gua dengan member gua masuk dalam berhimpit pasal lagi banyak orang nak masuk. memandangkan masih ramai lagi nak masuk, sorang minah ni cakap kat kawan aku ni "Alo mamat! Buleh masuk dalam sikit tak?".

Tekejut beruk kawan aku ni bila minah tu cakap cam tu. Macam ter konpius pun ada gak. Belakang dia cakap kat minah tu balik:-

"Eh... aku bukan Mamat laaa!"

Eh.. betul apa! Nama dia bukan Mamat la. Mesti kawan aku tu ingat minah tu salah orang. Hahaha

Going Through Hurdles

I never thought of being a person to practise law. Thats the last thing on my mind at certain point of my early life reason being that its kinda of hard for me to read Law during my studies in university. Perhaps, reading Laws courses is exposing myself to law books, law journals, articles, books, philosophy and other documents that all written in "ENGLISH". Frankly speaking, I am not good in English during school days.

For first year in Law courses, it took me forever to understand the Law jargons and terms used. Not only that, its kind of difficult for me to condoned an idea of "there is no right and wrong answer" kind of thinking as in Law Student. During school days, we are taught of what is right and what is wrong. We were never being exposed of any "grey" area... let alone on how to deal with it. To be honest, during my university time, I know "nuts" about the whole concept of taking law subject except on how to pass its exam.

However, I have to admit that reading Laws in english sometimes interesting. We learned a lot of new words everyday, new phrase and of course new way of thinking. But the thing is that most of our Law in Malaysia were adopted from Indian Law (being colonial states like us too). Even most of our lecturer in university are from India or within the same region of countries.

Being a naive person I am of not really understand of most of the subjects, I normally just keep myself busy writing down notes of whatever the lecturer said in his or her lecture. I had this one scenario happened during my 2nd year of reading Laws. I went to my Law of Tort class which the lecturer is from Pakistan. Being a person from Pakistan, he had Pakistani accent and some of the English pronounce word are different. First few days of lecture, he always tell us story of cases and he normally starts with :-

Lecturer : The platipus in this case.......

At first most of us thought that it was a terms "platipus" that he use in his lecture. So we tried our best to presumed on how to spell "platipus" for our handwritten notes. No one seems dare to ask what he actually meant by "platipus". Everyone seems satisfy or understand what "platipus" means.

After few days lecturing, one of my classmate raised his hand and asked, what actually he meant by "platipus". The lecturer just smiled then he said :-

Lecturer : Mind my accent, OK I write on the board.

Then he wrote the word "Plaintiffs" on the board and says :-

 "this is what I meant. Its platipus!"

After the explanation, reading Laws are far more interesting than before.... and I went through all the way.

Not Making Any Sense!

I have been to almost every state in Malaysia, except, Kelantan and Terengganu. Every states has their own distinctive features, food, culture and language. But the most obvious one will be the vehicles plate number. Every state has their own plate numbers which started with certain correspond alphabetical order. But except one state which is obviously Sarawak (my own home land) does not seems to make any sense or at all. These are my points :-

1. Johor = their plate numbers always start with "J" ie: JBH9999 or JFR8888.
2. Melaka = their plate numbers always start with "M" ie: MAB1111 or MEF4444.
3. Negeri Sembilan = it always starts with "N" ie: NBW777 or NEF1414
4. Selangor = obviously starts with "B" ie: BAE3535 or BGW1717
5. Perak = even easy to remember. It all started with "A". ie: AEC555 or ADE36
6. Penang = well its "P" of course ie: PEH1234 or PAP4321
7. Kedah = as always starts with "K" ie: KA333 or KAE909
8. Perlis = if am not mistaken started with "R" ie: RC303 or RB790
9. Pahang = all starts with "C" ie: CAW345 or CBE543
10. Terengganu = all starts with "T" ie: TT999 or TA352
11.  Kelantan = their plate number starts with "D" ie: DAD222 or DAE976
    
12. KL = even easy this one. Starts with "W" ie.. errr I think you guys can guess!
13. Putrajaya = hmmm.. sometimes I saw Putrajaya sometimes I saw started with "W" too.
14. Labuan = all starts with "L" ie: LB4994 or LL300
15. Sabah = I think all starts with "S" just like Singapore. ie: SB9556B or SAA467A or something like that.

Anyway, every states in Malaysia has their own distinctive alphabet for their plate numbers. But in Sarawak, we have so much variation. I must say "Q" is our alphabetic correspondence here but then, it does not mean it must be the fore letter of the plate number. It can also be the last letter of the plate number. Let me show you some examples :-

1. In Sarawak during the old days, our plate numbers normally corresponds to our district where the vehicle first registered. For example in Kuching, it all started with "K" ie: KA434 or in Miri MB788.
2. In 90's JPJ had imposed Sarawak vehicle to put alphabet "Q" as its states plate correspondence. So then later, the previous KA434 became KA434Q and MB788 became MB788Q.
3. Then after we run out second alphabet for our plate numbers, then the government imposed the Sarawak vehicle to put the letter "Q" as fore-front letter of the plate numbers and continue with the correspondence district alphabet. ie: for Kuching, its QKA1111, for Miri is QMA2222 and so forth.
4. During this time too, some of our districts had a similar fore letter for example, Kuching and Kanowit. To differentiate it, the government create another set of plate number that only shows the numbers of the division in the states. ie: for the 7th Division of the states, all vehicles will starts with "7D" continue with the plate number and ends with the letter "Q". For example; 7D 111Q.

So you guys think that Sarawakian's plate numbers are confusing?? Wait till you see our current one. Back in 2003, Kuching's plate number were running out. The last one is QKY9999 and we could not used letter "Z" as its attributed only to the army. So some genius had created that Sarawak should start and adopt KL style. No matter which division we coming from, all must carry the systematic and orderly order of plate numbers. Then in 2003 all Sarawak plate numbers starts with QAA1 and still continue. 

As I wrote this entry, we are now currently serving plate number QAP****. As I see it, we are running our "QA" soon and perhaps by next year, we all starts with "QBA". But the funny thing is that the plate number for "QBA" has already exist corresponding to the old style of plate number reflecting the division. I wonder how the government will solve this problem later... and seriously, Sarawak's plate numbers now are redundant and those molding the rules of plate numbers in Sarawak are not making any sense.

Imagine in year 2020, I own a brand new car bearing register plate number QKA999. Back in 90's we already have this number. I foresee that someone will come to me and say:-

"Pakcik! Why are you still driving an old iron scraped!!!"

Iban Terrorist

Dont get me wrong! This entry does not even reflect that Iban people are terrorist or what not. Neither do I brand the Iban people as terrorist. Its about one story that I want to share which I encountered during my chambering time in Kuching early year 2002.

I found that it is interesting to practise Law in Sarawak in particular comparing to Peninsular. We tend to meet all kind of people from different races. We all know that Sarawak had atleast 100 different races in culture and one of the most prominent and well-known is Iban. During my chambering time, I was assigned by my boss to handled one running down case (accident case) that involved a chinese family who are suing a chinese man. To my surprise, though having a chinese name, our client (the chinese family) were fluent and most of the time conversed ONLY in Iban language.

That case was fixed for full trial and I was directed to prepare a Witness Statement for this chinese family. Just for the record, in Sarawak, all court's documents were drafted and filed in English (unlike Peninsular). Obviously I am not chinese and neither do I understand or speak chinese. To make matter worst, the chinese family only spoke in Iban language which I do have no idea at all (maybe I can understand few words). These task of preparing the witness statement do gave me a lot of stress as it is futile attempt on drafting it while I could not be able to understand any words from them.

I informed by boss about it and he suggested me to asked my colleague who are one of the lawyer of the firm for some help, to which he agreed. Though he is not an Iban, but he adamantly admit that he can speak and understand Iban language. In fact, he even told me that the language is easy to converse. Without a slight doubt, I agree for him to help me to be my interpreter during the whole course of drafting the Witness Statement.

The questions and answers sessions begin where I asked the question and my colleague will interpret it in Iban language to the Chinese family. For the first 10 minutes, I realised that I have made some progress (though a bit, but its OK, I thought). Then for the next 30 minutes of the sessions, I even realised some peculiarity. It seems that whenever my colleague interpreting my questions to Iban language, I'm pretty much understand it.

I had this question playing in my mind at that time that I may actually understand Iban language. But then again, I realised that whenever the chinese family spoke back to my colleague responding to my questions, their Iban language seems harder to understand. I tried to hear my colleague interpretations in Iban language more attentively and carefully. For the next 5 minutes or so, I could barely hold it anymore and I excuse myself from the sessions and went to my office's kitchen and had a big laugh. Yeaaah.... SERIOUSLY I had a BIG LAUGH!

Few of the staffs were confused over my big laugh. They asked why. After settling down for couple of minutes, then I told them that my colleague are now helping me interpreting my questions to the chinese family into Iban language. The funny thing is that, I cant speak Iban and neither do I understand it. But I can understand every single Iban words coming out from my colleague mouth!!!!

After that incident, we all called him, "The Iban Terrorist" as obviously, his purported Iban language is actually a Sarawak Malay language hybrid with Iban accent. No wonder he said its easy.....

Cerita Lama II

Andang jadi tabiat kanak-kanak masa sakulah randah. Inda ada lain dibuat, bemain nganya pagi patang. Zaman ku sakulah randah, banyak macam parmainan masa di sakulah. Sebalum bebunyi main, masa rehat main, masa kan muleh pun main. Inda puas hati lagi, muleh bebalik ka sakulah waktu patang, sambung main lagi.

Sudah jadi tabiat budak sekolah rendah, takde benda lain nak dibuat. Main, main, main. Zaman aku sekolah rendah dulu, banyak betul permainan masa di sekolah. Sebelum loceng berbunyi, main, masa rehat, main, masa nak balik sekolah pun main. Kalau tak puas hati lagi, balik lagi ke sekolah waktu petang, sambung main lagi.

Banyak macam parmainan zaman sakulah dulu. Ada yang main bubut, main lumpat, main guli dan macam-macam lagi sampai ku inda tabuai lagi kan manulis di sini. Luan batimbun! Tapi dalam banyak-banyak parmainan, yang paling ku ingat banar main tapok. Macam biasa, inda kira masa, kalau sudah musim main tapok ani, ramai yang ikut-ikutan main. Batapok bawah mija tia, dalam jamban tia, bilik stor tia. Ada jua kawan ku batapok dalam jamban bini-bini jua (tapi kedapatan jua). Yang paling thrill dan inda kedapatan tarus, batapok dalam bilik guru. Hahaha.... Tarus inda kedapatan lansung!

Ada macam-macam permainan ada zaman sekolah dulu. Ada yang main kejar-kejar, main guli dan macam-macam lagi permainan yang aku rasa tak larat nak tulis semuanya kat sini. Terlalu banyak! Tapi dalam banyak permainan, yang paling aku ingat sangat ialah main sembunyi (hide and seek). Macam biasa, tak kira masa, kalau dah musim main permainan ni, ramai yang ikut main. Ada yang sembunyi bawah meja, ada yang dalam jamban, ada gak dalam bilik stor. Adagak kawan aku sembunyi kat jamban perempuan (tapi kantoi gak). Yang paling thrill dan yang tak kantoi terus, sembunyi kat bilik guru. Hahaha... Terus tak jumpa langsung!

Satu hari masa ku Darjah 4, kediaku ikut-ikutan bamain tapok dangan kawan-kawan sedarjah ku. Masa atu kami main tapok masa rehat. Tangah kami balusir kan batapok, datang tia yang carah mengaga arah tampat kami. Tarus kawanku madahkan, "LARI...!!!!! BATAPOK!!!!" Apalagi kami balusir lintang-pukang mangunjar tampat batapok. Ku liat saorang kawanku mambawa kami malumpat dalam parit kan batapok. Aku apa lagi, ikut jua la.

Suatu hari masa aku Darja 4, aku ikut main sembunyi ni dengan kengkawan sedarjah. Masa tu kitaorang main masa rehat. Tengah kitaorang lari nak sembunyi, yang jadi nak datang tempat kitaorang. Terus kawan aku announce "LARI..!!! SEMBUNYI!!!!" Apalagi, kitaorang semaua lari lintang-pukang carik tempat nak sembunyi. Aku nampak seorang kawan aku bawak melompat dalam parit nak sembunyi. Apalgi, aku join la.

Tangah kami diam-diam batapok dalam parit, tiba-tiba, datang penyagat hinggap arah bibir ku. Tau-tau saja, kana sangat bibirku. SAKITNYA!!! Tarus ku malumpat kaluar batariak, "PANYANGAT!!!!!" Tarus ku kadapatan.

Tengah kitaorang diam sembunyi dalam parit, tiba-tiba, datang  lebah tanah hinggap kat bibir aku. Tau-tau je, bibir aku kena sengat. SAKITNYA!!! Terus aku melompat keluar berteriak, "PENYENGAT!!!!!" Terus aku kantoi. 

Sakit kalau kena sengat binatang ani!

Yang subanarnya aku inda kisah kedapatan, tapi yang aku inda puas hati, masuk saja kelas, bibirku yang kana gigit penyangat tadi sudah kambang basar merah macam badut. Saiznya pun basar 4 kali ganda dari biasa. Cali banar mua ku jadinya. Abis ku kana ketawakan seminggu-minggu sakulah! Cis...!!!! Andang menyasal banar ku main tapok hari atu.

Frankly, aku tak kisah kantoi, tapi yang aku tak puas hati, masuk je kelas, bibir aku kembang kena sengat besar merah sebijik macam badut. Saiznye pun besar 4 kali ganda dari biasa. Memang lawak betul muka aku jadinya. Habis aku kena ketawakan seminggu sekolah! Cis...!!!! Memang aku menyesal betul main sembunyi hari tu.

Cerita Lama I

Masa ku sakulah di SRK Melayu Pusat Limbang dulu, Bapa hantar aku belajar muzik arah Music Centre. Kalau inda silap, aku start kana hantar masa ku darjah 3. Kediaku belajar organ sama belajar teori muzik. Zaman atu di sakulah, kediaku yang paling advance dari segi muzik mengalahkan cigu muzik lagi. Buku teks muzik sakulah masa darjah anam pun aku sudah katam zaman ku darjah 3 lagi.

Masa aku sekolah kat SRK Melayu Pusat Limbang dulu, Bapa hantar aku belajar muzik kat Music Centre. Kalau tak silap, aku start masa aku darjah 3 lagi. Aku belajar organ dengan teori muzik. Zaman tu kat sekolah, akulah yang paling advance pengetahuan dari segi muzik mengalahkan cikgu muzik aku. Buku teks muzik sekolah masa darjah enam pun aku sudah khatam zaman aku darjah 3 lagi.

Biasanya kalau belajar muzik ani, kami ikut Level. Setiap tahun naik satu level. Tapi misti pas ujian dulu. Kalau inda, inda belaku naik level. Macam periksa sakulah biasa bah. Zaman atu, kediaku student yang ketiga pertama sakulah muzik atu (Baru buka masa aku register dulu). Uleh sebab yang pertama sama kedua atu sudah sakulah jauh asrama, inda lagi menyambung belajar muzik. Jadi aku dikira student favourite Music Centre atu. Bila kan masuk musim periksa, cigu selalu membari ku tuition free extra time. Kadang-kadang, sengaja kedia buka kelasnya malam kan mengajar kediaku. Jadi, ulang alik-tia Bapa mengantar kediaku belajar malam hari setiap hari.

Kebiasaan belajar muzik ni memang ikut Level. Setiap tahun naik satu Level. Tapi mesti pass exam dulu. Kalau tak pass, tak naik la level. Memang macam exam sekolah biasa. Zaman tu, akulah student ketiga yang pertama register kat sekolah tu (Baru je bukak masa aku register dulu). Oleh sebab student pertama dan kedua dan masuk sekolah jauh asrama, diorang tak sambung belajar lagi kat Music Centre tu. Jadi aku dah kononnya "ditabalkan" sebagai student favourite Music Centre tu. Bila masuk musim ujian, cikgu aku akan bagi aku free tuition extra time. Kadang-kadang, dia sengaja bukak kelas malam nak bagi aku belajar. Jadi, setiap malam Bapa akan ulang-alik hantar aku belajar.

Satu malam, lapas Bapa mangilap mutusikal nya pakai wax sama Amor Whole arah seat nya Bapa kan mengantar ke sakulah muzik. Ku liat licin banar seat mutusikalnya ani sampai bekilat-kilat. Ijap jua ku tagugur. Selajurku naik saja, Bapa mamulas minyak memanjut. Sekali.. GEDEBUK!! Tagugur ku ke jeraya luka-maluka. Bapa inda lagi sadar tarus bejalan. Masuk ku karumah Mama keheranan. Dah ta luka-maluka basah jeraya lapas ujan, dah atu Bapa pun inda nampak.

Satu malam, lepas Bapa mengilatkan motosikal guna Wax dengan Amor Whole kat seat Motor, Bapa nak hantar aku ke sekolah muzik tu. Aku nampak memang licin berkilat seat motor die. Takut gak aku kot-kot jatuh. Naik je aku duduk kat seat tu, Bapa terus pusing minyak motor nak pecut kedepan. GEDEBUK!! Terjatuh aku kat jalan raya siap luka-luka. Bapa langsung tak sedar aku jatuh, terus je jalan. Aku masuk rumah Mama hairan tengok aku. Dah le luka-luka basah kena jalan lepas hujan, dah tu Bapa pun tak nampak-nampak.

Mama : Kenapa kau Man?

Aku : Gugur dari mutusikal. Licin sitnya!

Mama : Mana Bapa mu?

Aku : Inda sadar aku gugur.

Model motosikal Bapa dulu

Inda batah lapas atu, Bapa muleh. Katanya sampai saja sakulah muzik atu kedia takajut kediaku inda ada dibelakang. Marah Mama dangan Bapa malam aku. Anak gugur luka-maluka pun inda sadar! Semanjak hari atu, inda lagi Bapa luan kan meng"Amor Whole" seat mutusikalnya lagi. Takut ya anak-anaknya gugur lagi mengkali....

Tak lama lepas tu, Bapa balik. Katanya sampai je ke sekolah muzik tu, die tekejut tengok aku takde kat belakang. Marah betul Mama kat Bapa malam tu. Anak jatuh luka-luka pun Bapa tak sedar! Semenjak malam tu, Bapa takde sangat nak meng"Amor Whole" seat motor dia lagi. Takut anak-anaknya jatuh lagi kot...

Lama Inda Nampak?

Macam ku padahkan last entry, aku gagau kebelakangan ani. Kediaku dapat baby boy, keraja batimbun di office sama keraja ujung minggu pun ada jua. Yang sebanarnya kediaku pun mengambil upah mengambil gambar untuk event photographer jua. Biasa laa hobi jadikan usin. Biasanya kediaku mengambil upah mengambil gambar urang kahwin. Tambah lagi ujung tahun sehari atu cuti sakulah, ramai jua jelama kan nikah ani. Bah... ani antara hasil keraja ku baru-baru ani :-

Macam aku bagi tau last entry, aku agak busy lately. Aku dapat baby boy baru, kerja kat office belambak & kerja hujung minggu pun ada gak. Yang sebenarnya, aku pun ada gak ambik upah ambik gambar untuk event photographer. Biasala bro, hobi jadikan income. Biasanya aku ambik upah ambik gambar orang kahwin. Tambah lagi hujung tahun baru ni cuti sekolah, so ramailah yang nak nikah. So, ini antara hasil kerja aku baru-baru ni :-

The Best Among The Best!

It is hardly found a very good drama series nowadays. Locally or even foreign one. Remember there is one time that Malaysia hit by Korean drama series called "Sonata" (hope I got it right). Most people I knew, they all said this is the best of all love story drama series of all time.

SERIOUSLY, I REJECTED IT! Ive seen even better! Its a Japanese Drama series titled "God, Give Me More Time". Sonata's heat does not even near it, or at all!! Even if it's a kinda dark story and yes, it's a sad story as well, it's definitely a beautiful love story and it leaves you content somehow despite the situation, mainly because of the character Kyoko portrays. I would say it's a high risk of crying watching most of the episodes (I know I did) just because of her many ups and downs (actually a lot of downs). So be prepared, it's a roller coaster of feelings. One thing for sure, this is a must see drama and I ranked it as THE BEST AMONG THE BEST!

Trust me. Watch it to believe it. For streaming freely, you can click here.

PS:- if Sonata were given 5 stars, then I must say this drama deserved 10 stars!

Sehari Jamming

Betahun sudah kan jamming. Kan msauk 10 tahun ada mengkali. Tapi kelemarin jua dapat melapas garam jamming ani. So any antara gambar ku blureh :-

The Band

The Messenger


The Guitarist


The Drummer

Aku? Bassist laa.... inda ada gambar sebab aku yang ambil gambar. hahah

Selamat Hari Raya

Banyak macam jenis cerita setiap kali hari raya. Ada sedih, ada siok, ada yang boring dan ada jua best. Tahun 2003 antara hari raya yang sedih jua untuk aku. Nini meninggal sebalum raya. Kediaku inda kan sampat muleh ka Limbang kan bajumpa Nini buat kali terakhir. Aku pun inda sampat kan pigi tahlil Nini sebab masa atu mulah Angah pun koma di KL.

Aku kesian banar sama bapa. Serba salah kedia kan mengaga mulah Angah di China dulu kan manulong membawa muleh ke Malaysia. Masa atu, mulah Angah sudah koma. Nini pun baru maninggal di Limbang. Tapi ku rasa bapa lagi kesian dengan mulah Angah sebab Nini sudah maninggal, mulah Angah masih lagi ada peluang untuk kedia bajumpa.

Masa atu Mama sama adi beradi ku lain di Limbang pegi tahlil Nini. Aku dangan adi ku sorang lagi di Kuching pasal kononnya kan manunggu bapa kononnya kan sama muleh ke Limbang lapas mambawa mulah Angah muleh. Tapi bapa talipon aku sehari sebalum raya, kedidia sama mulah Angah terpaksa tinggal di KL. Aku sama adiku saja beraya di Kuching... makan hari raya pun di Mc Donald sebab kami inda masak apa-apa pun di rumah.

Bapa muleh ke Kuching hari raya kedua madahkan mulah Angah sudah sadar dari koma. Sanang hati ku jua mendangarkan. Tapi nya bapa, kesian ya dengan Angah bini sorang-sorang di KL mendangani mulah Angah di hospital. Kediaku masa atu malas jua kan bafikir lagi, selajur tah ku ke KL kan bajumpa dangan mulah Angah. Alhamdulillah, aku dengan Pak Mit sama-sama naik bilun. Sanang hati mulah Angah maliat kami dua datang. Walaupun inda senyum, tapi dari matanya dapat ku baca, kedia menangis sebab suka hati kami datang jua.

Masa atu mulah Angah alum tau Nini maninggal takut kedia tekajut. Mana jua ulah, urang baru ja sadar koma, takut apa-apa hal lagi. Entah berapa lama mulah Angah inda tau mulah Nini maninggal sudah, tapi yang ku dangar kedia sedih banar mendangarkan sebab kedia sudah betahun jua inda sampat bajumpa dengan mulah Nini sebab guring limpang sakit.

Masa ku di KL atu, sampat jua ku mangunjarkan lauk Terubok. Sampat jua ku masakan untuk mulah Angah kuatan katanya tais liur kan makan. Andang payah masa atu sebab time atu hari raya keempat di KL. Mana ada kadai buka. Oleh sebab aku biasa sudah diam di KL, inda menjadi masalah tah jua aku kan mengungkayahkan liur mulah Angah atu. Siok ku maliat kedidia makan beselera!

Jadi, dalam masa 2 bulan atu, ramai tah sanak-saudara datang dari Brunei sama Limbang kan mengaga mulah Angah di KL. Tapi tanpa kami sadari jua, salah sorang pakcik ku, mulah Angah Haji, yang melawat atu pun maninggal jua inda batah bajumpa mulah Angah. Kami semua takajut banar! Aku jangan tah lagi... sudah betahun-tahun aku inda sampat bajumpa dengan mulah Angah Haji. Inda jua lagi kesampaian kan bajumpa lagi. Hari Raya tahun 2003 andang banar-banar kami sekeluarga rasai.

Hari raya tahun 2006 pun pengalaman yang hampir sama. Seminggu sebalum hari raya, mulah Angah maninggal. Aku konon-kononnya sudah besiap-siap kan muleh ke Limbang sama Lawas beraya. Tapi aku serba-salah jua sebab masa atu mulah Angah sakit tenat. Nya bapa, sukati ku saja kalau aku kan muleh ke Limbang. Tapi kedia tatap kan mendangani mulah Angah. Aku rasa, bapa mimang rapat banar dengan mulah Angah.

Aku pun inda sampai hari kan muleh ke Limbang jua, tapi aku bedoa setiap hari supaya Angah sihat semula sampat beraya sama kami sekeluarga. Lagi pun aku sudah batah inda melawat Nini-nini ku di Lawas kan behari raya angan ku. Sekali lagi, pengalaman hari raya tahun 2003 kami rasai. Mulah Angah meninggal seminggu sebalum Hari Raya. Terasa macam dejavu saja.

Tahun ani mimang sudah ku menyimpan hasrat atu kan beraya ke Limbangs sama Lawas. Tapi biniku sarat betian tahun ani. Bilun inda dapat menerima jua tu. Jangan tah lagi kan pakai darat!! Teberanak tia karang tangah jalan!!! Sekali lagi tahun ani aku inda belaku kan muleh raya. Tahun lapas kami sekeluarga pun beraya di Kuching saja. Jadi uleh kerana banyak dang sanak datang ke Kuching, malas tah ku kan muleh dulu, kononnya kan pigi tahun ani.

Semenjak tahun 2003, sampai 2008, aku alum parnah lagi muleh beraya. Bukan inda mau, ada saja aral melintang. Insyaallah, kalau inda ada apa-apa tahun dapan, kan ku surongi jua muleh beraya ani... insyaallah.

Apa-apa pun, tahun ani aku beraya di Kuching saja. Semua dang-sanak ku yang lain, peradian, bapa-mama muleh ke Limbang sudah hari ani. Tinggal tah ku sorang di sini beraya. Apa-apa pun, kepada siapa membaca blog ku ani aku ingin ucapkan Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin.

ps:- Bapa, minta maaf banyak-banyak Pa, aku inda sampai kan besalam sama kita.

Kenangan Sungkai

Waktu urang bang azan Maghrib.

Aku : Minum jak kau dolok, Man.

Adiman : Sik apa... kau jak dolok.

Aku pun heran... sama-sama lapar bepuasa, sama-sama karing lihir. Inda patut ni.

Aku : Minum jak kau dolok.

Kediaku mengunjukki galas mug warna hitam berisi aing Nestum panas arah Adiman.

Adiman : Ehhh... Panas eh.. (komplen tia pulang)

Sluuuurp... slurrrrrp... Aaaah! Lapas mengirup aing atu sadikit, dibarakan nya arah ku bebalik. Ku irup aing Nestum atu.... Huyooo!!!! Best nya!!! Nyaman nya. Ku latakkan atas lantai sambil ku liat muka Adiman melangui meliat kediaku kehairanan. Tiba-tiba.....

Adiman : Hahahahahah. Gila kali nak kerja kita duak tok!!!! 

Aku : Huh (Tekajut ku.. gila pakah anak ani pelamaingku)

Adiman : Adakah sungkey minum aik Nestum segelas ajak?? Dah la kongsi kita duak!!! Hahahaha

Aku : Hahahaha 

Aku inda ada choice, tepaksa ikut ketawa pasal banar pulang katanya atu. Tapi apakan daya, kami inda ada usin.. jadi cukup lah tu. Dapat jua sungkai.....

Aku pun inda ingat sudah tahun bila kejadian ani. Yang pasti, bulan puasa zaman aku belajar di Matrikulasi di Kuala Lumpur dulu.

PS :- Kepada Adiman, bila lagik kita duak maok sungkey sama???

Baru Tah Ku Tau...

Kadang-kadang teringin jua ku bebalik zaman belajar dulu. Zaman-zaman atu ramai member, ada dari Sabah, dari Sarawak, Semenanjung atau mana-mana negera dalam dunia ani. Tapi kebanyakan selapas grad, inda pernah lagi ku jumpa bisidorang atau mahupun ada contact number.

Tapi ntah macamana start pagi tadi lapas sorang ku jumpa blog nya, dapat lagi dorang yang lain. Jadi, inda lah luan jua inda ada contact. Asal bajumpa dalam blog pun sudah kira bagus lah tu. Bagus jua ber"blog" ani.

Dalam banyak-banyak kawan-kawan ku yang berblog, aku sorang nganya yang pakai bahasa ani. Yang lain, English sama BM kebanyakan. Hantam saja laaa....