Month: May 2008

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Nisaa Goes Bowling

Hana, Iqa and Nisaa are the only ones left at home while Fazira is back in Kedah to be with the mother during the school holidays, and Farhan and Alim are at their maternal grandmother’s place in Klang. Both Hana and Iqa were looking bored. Hana will be joining Fazira in Kedah on Sunday, while Iqa has lots of assignments to be completed over the holidays. Nisaa has been karaokeing in her sister’s room, singing songs like POP YEH YEH.

As I shall be leaving for the island tonight, I thought maybe it’s best to take Hana and Iqa bowling, while Nisaa tags along.

Nisaa
Nisaa all eager to bowl

Nisaa
I can’t wait for my turn

Iqa
It’s Kak Iqa’s turn

Ayah
It’s Ayah’s turn

Hana
It’s Kak Hana’s turn

Nisaa
It should be my turn after this

Kids
Eh, why is it Kak Iqa’s turn again?

Nisaa
It was boring waiting for my turn

Nisaa
The End

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Good Morning

Tomorrow I’ll be heading for the island. In my group will be Gemgem, Betch President, Gombak4Life, Yummy Baby, Abang Rina, Liverpool Babe, and Herbivore Girl; while convoying with us will be Deepblu, Shafi, Rocket and a few others I have not identfied. In all, the group that will be in the convoy may exceed 15 people. Good news from Boatman is that they are ready to receive us, and there will be a seafood BBQ dinner on the final night. Liverpool Babe and Gombak4Life will be going underwater for the first time, and I hope to follow them. I can hardly wait to get back underwater, back to my lair, my realm.

And why is this a good morning? Because I woke up to a smiling face that greeted me,

“Good morning, Baby.”

It definitely is. How can it be otherwise?

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Dalam Banyak-Banyak Benda Yang Dah Aku Hilang, Mindaku Adalah Yang Paling Aku Rindui

5.15 pagi dah aku masih berjegil mata dalam kamar yang gelap ini sambil dilayan lagu-lagu yang menyeramkan dari This Mortal Coil. Aku masih ragu-ragu sama ada aku akan memerlukan sebuah peta untuk membantuku melalui liku-liku hidup.

5.22 pagi dan persoalan yang bermain di dalam kepala ku makin bertambah. Aku mula diserang dengan soalan-soalan pelik seperti:

“Kalau semua negara dalam dunia ni berhutang, mana pergi semua duit?”

“Siapa yang kurang bernasib baik kena test makanan anjing tatkala ianya bakal diiklankan sebagai mempunyai New Improved Taste?”

“Siapa mamat yang mempunyai copyright kepada simbol Copyright?”

“Kenapa orang selalu kata kat aku, “Bro, you’ve been working like a dog” walhal aku tengok anjing jiran aku makan, tidur, makan, tidur aje?”

“Kalau aku kena amnesia, lepas tu ingatan aku pulih, aku ingat tak yang aku kena amnesia sebelum tu?”

“OK tu mnatang apa? OK tu singkatan untuk apa?”

“Kenapa burung boleh tidur atas dawai telefon tapi tak jatuh?”

“Kumbang jenis Ladybird kalau yang jantan kita nak panggil dia apa?”

“Kalau aku bergerak pada kelajuan lebih laju dari bunyi, aku dengar tak kalau aku pasang radio?”

“Ikan tak pernah rasa dahaga ke berenang tak berhenti?”

“Kalau aku bergerak laju dari kelajuan cahaya, lepas tu aku pasang lampu. Aku akan nampak lampu atau tidak?”

5.33 pagi dan aku rasa aku takkan dapat jawapan-jawapan yang aku cari. Aku rasa baik aku ke dapur dan masak Maggi.

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Sometimes It Refuses…

I was at Holiday Plaza this afternoon when I felt the urge to go.

Yes, go!

I paid 20 sen to the “caretaker” (I don’t know if this 70-year old guy is the caretaker or just the toll collector for the many burly tattooed chinese men that go from shop to shop first thing in the morning probably collecting protection money from tenants) and went in, and chose the cleanest booth to do my job.

Having done the job, I flushed. The damned thing refused to go. I flushed again. Still it refused to go. I was pretty sure I have not had anything heavy like One-Tonne Noodle for breakfast as I had had Lontong Kering at Larkin with Giant Otter. I had to employ the help of the pipe to blast it at its base before attacking it by flushing it again. This time, reluctantly but not without a fight, it was successfully flushed.

I must have had a heavy breakfast!

Sigh!

This posting was made with the understanding that shit is cleaner than politics.

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I Love It When…

Yummy Baby

I love it when she laughs
cos she lights up my world
I love it when she smiles
cos she fills my heart with joy
I love it when she calls out to me
my whole world reverberates with happiness
I love it when she sits and says nothing to me
because she says everything then to me

I’m sorry for being away from you
Please stop crying

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Home Is…

Bangkok at night - Leah Maritha

It is nights like this that I miss Krungthep. I miss the sanuk way of life, I miss its culture, I miss its food, I miss its people – friends and all. No pretence, nothing. It was always fun, even with strangers, chatting with the old lady selling Thai silk, trying to convince her that I am a Malaysian, not a Thai who’s been working in Malaysia. I miss the sunset over Chao Phraya. I miss getting soaked to the bone, and chucking pails of water mixed with talcum powder at passers-by during Songkran, and I miss making little boats during Loy Krathong.

I miss all that. I miss tranquility. I miss the serenity. As I miss the sunset at Perhentian as I stand on the beach at Teluk Keke, or on the balcony of my chalet at Panuba. I miss the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. I miss the million of stars I could see when I am out at sea at night.

Why am I writing this?

I am missing someone.

She should be sleeping tonight, missing me too. I wish I am holding her close to me at this very moment, to address her restlessness. I know she felt unsettled before going to bed just now, with me being far away from her tonight.

I still cannot believe that she and I are an item now. Thinking back how it was then, it was platonic. No real attraction, but we were somehow always there for each other, in our own ways. It has been more than two months since we started going out, and everyday it gets deeper and deeper. It is not easy to see her shed her tears, it is just not her to shed tears. However, she cried when I was leaving. That was sad to see. And it is always sad for me to leave her.

I have no real complaints on her. So far, she has fulfilled every single wish on my list. I never ask for much but what is norm for her, is always something done out of the way for me. I’m very happy with the way she treats me; as I have always wanted a wife to treat me: with respect without overdoing things. So for her, she does things for me naturally, and I love every single thing that she does for me. She loves me in a way I have never been loved before, and always overflowing; and I try to reciprocate as best as I can. She wins my heart by being simple, yet very special. And home, to me, is where my heart is.

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Dr M Quits UMNO

Tun Dr Mahathir - The Star

BREAKING NEWS:

Tun Dr Mahathir announced at 12.35pm (an hour and a minute ago) that he has quit UMNO.

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Time To Hit The Celebes Sea

Sipadan Water Village - ScubaAsia

I’m off to dive (finally, a recreational dive trip) at end of the month – 8 of us. I can hardly wait. I have not been to this particular island since the dive season began, and am looking forward to going back there.

I am also planning to do my 3D/2N free dive trip (sans billet d’avion, of course) to Sipadan Water Village the following weekend (hopefully). Go on a Friday evening and return on a Monday. Put up a night in Tawau on Friday, get to Semporna and Mabul on Saturday, do my 3 dives on Saturday and 2 on Sunday and chill. Then on Monday afternoon leave for Semporna/Tawau and catch a flight back. Return flight should cost me around RM400 and a night in Semporna for around RM100 plus breakfast. So, that’s a RM500 trip to Sipadan/Mabul/Kapalai when it should cost at least triple that for the same duration.

Not bad.

So, who’s gonna buddy me on this trip?

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Apa La Lagi Si Jongos Ni? – Part Two

Durian - Nealford dot com

I arrived home in the evening to the sound of my daughter Fazira and stepdaughter Iqa quarreling with the maid. The two girls were pointing out how stupid it was for her to agree to the price of the durians she’d bought for my stepson. Apparently, a lorry laden with durian came by the house and offered to sell some durians. My stepson, Alim, immediately jumped with joy and called for my maid. She asked for three. The guy on the lorry took the opportunity to con her by charging, what was it? RM170 for all three durians supposedly based on his weigh? I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard of the ridiculous amount she had paid for the durians. The problem was, she herself felt that it was overpriced, but paid anyhow.

When asked why did she pay that much when she knew it was overpriced, she gave Alim’s craving for the durian as a reason. I told her that she could have waited for me to come back home before making stupid decisions like that. I also told her how dangerous it was for her to even go out for a peek; the man could have held Alim at knifepoint and his cohorts could have rushed into the house to do harm, and that is not something that has never been experienced by this family. It was only 3 years ago this month that our previous house was broken into by 4 Indonesian men armed with a crowbar, parangs and knives at around 5.45am. Has she forgotten that experience? Furthermore, just three nights ago there was an attempt to break into my daughter’s friend’s house.

She knew these.

Bloody simple common sense, and even that she was not capable of thinking.

How can I ever leave my children alone and not worry?