After 31 Years I Can Still Feel The Pain

Persian Kitten

It has been 31 years since my Persian cat, Foxy, died. I have written about Foxy in several entries on this blog. Everytime I think of him, a sense of sadness would linger. Foxy was my best friend in many sense. He was my only friend when I was at home near the Lake Gardens.

Foxy was given to me as a kitten by my piano teacher who is also the daughter of friends of my parents, Kak Lily. For more than a year, Foxy was my only friend as my only other friend who lived nearby, was also, like me, living in a gilded cage next door being the son of a Prime Minister. Every morning Foxy would chase after my legs while I jog around the field and bite; and he would be by the door waiting for my return from school. Everytime I got a beating from my father, Foxy would come and rub himself against me as I lock myself inside my room; and Foxy would sleep on my pillow next to me, often pushing my face away if I had taken too much space.

Today, I read Aiz’s entry on the passing of her cat, Troy, and after 31 years, apparently the pain of losing Foxy is still there. She wrote this of her husband, Din:

The passing of Troy was very tragic that it made Din cry. I’ve never seen him cry like that before. He cried after he buried Troy and in the middle of the night he cried again..

Suddenly, the memory of losing one’s best friend gushed back into this frail heart. Suddenly the memory of those painful days and nights that followed after Foxy’s passing came back. Tears roll down my cheeks as I type my comment on her posting. I can feel Din’s pain. I can feel the anguish. I can feel the anger and frustration of not keeping Foxy inside the room that fateful night. I can still see the way Foxy, with a broken pelvis, tried his best to come to me as he usually did, to cheer me up every morning. I could almost see the pain he went through trying to get a pat on the head and a stroke beneath the chin.

I am sorry for your loss, Aiz and Din. I really do not know what to say….

…because after 31 years, I still cry for my Foxy.

Troy
Troy

Bitten By The Bug

Gemgem sent a text to Yummy Baby saying he misses the island. Yummy Baby has been missing the island since coming back. Soon she will join Abang Rina, Liverpool Babe and Gombak4Life doing their open water diver course.

Now they know why am I always cranky if I do not get to dive more than 2 weeks.

Gem and Cotton Islands

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

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.