Dayang Noor's Blog, page 8
December 26, 2011
Lagi satu entri pendek je...
Satu ketika dahulu, aku bercita-cita tinggi nak jadi penulis. Aku ingatkan, bila karya aku diterbitkan, aku akan jadi happy gila. Tapi hakikatnya, bila orang dah baca buku kita, diorang akan minta lagi (mungkin sebab diorang suka sangat ataupun diorang tak puas hati, hihihi).
Maka, apa yang aku rasa sebenarnya, happy melompat-lompat masa penerbit terima karya itu dan bagi green light untuk diterbitkan. Bila dah ramai yang baca dan 'nak lagi' ni, maka aku pulak yang tak senang duduk memikirkan bila aku nak start menulis lagi?
Tipu sangat kalau aku kata aku terus nak retire, kan? Sebab dalam kepala hotak aku dah macam-macam kisah, plot dan character yang berlegar-legar. Macam nak singgah, macam tak nak singgah.
Baru sekarang aku faham kata-kata seorang sasterawan: 'Sesungguhnya seniman itu, hatinya gundah.'
Chewah, perasan seniman la pulaaaak. Hahaha!
Maka, apa yang aku rasa sebenarnya, happy melompat-lompat masa penerbit terima karya itu dan bagi green light untuk diterbitkan. Bila dah ramai yang baca dan 'nak lagi' ni, maka aku pulak yang tak senang duduk memikirkan bila aku nak start menulis lagi?
Tipu sangat kalau aku kata aku terus nak retire, kan? Sebab dalam kepala hotak aku dah macam-macam kisah, plot dan character yang berlegar-legar. Macam nak singgah, macam tak nak singgah.
Baru sekarang aku faham kata-kata seorang sasterawan: 'Sesungguhnya seniman itu, hatinya gundah.'
Chewah, perasan seniman la pulaaaak. Hahaha!
December 20, 2011
Entri yang pendek gila
Ini entri aku yang pendek gila. Rasa macam nak tulis guna bahasa SMS je.
Dulu aku pernah main sofbol.
Aku teringin nak tulis satu cerita tentang permainan sofbol. Tapi, ada ke orang Malaysia yang berminat dengan sukan sofbol? Jeng jeng jeng!
Dulu aku pernah main sofbol.
Aku teringin nak tulis satu cerita tentang permainan sofbol. Tapi, ada ke orang Malaysia yang berminat dengan sukan sofbol? Jeng jeng jeng!
December 14, 2011
In 10 minutes
Note: this blog entry was typed non-stop within 10 minutes. Please forgive any typo you spot
Ok, let's see what I can come up with in just 10 minutes. How many words I can produce in this page, given only 10 minutes? I don't know yet. Let's wait till the 10 minutes is up. I can never write a poem in just 10 minutes. A pantun, perhaps? Nah, I'm not in the mood to compose a pantun. You need to have some motivation before you can compose pantun or syair. Eh, who the hell still write syair these days? I haven't seen any syair being published by the newspapers or magazines for god knows how many years already.
So, do you think our syair is dying? Do our children appreciate syair? Do they know how to compose one? Do they know that long long time ago, people in love would recite syair by the window at night while gazing at the full moon, wishing that their loved ones were near?
If syair is dying, then what ever happened to our seloka and gurindam? I don't know how to compose neither. Pantun dua kerat and empat kerat are the only Malay poem I learned in school. Even then, back in the 90s many of my friends were not interested in composing pantuns. It was difficult when you need to think of pembayang and maksud. Well, the first two lines are called pembayang although they don't membayangkan anything, while the last two lines are called maksud. Those 2 lines are the only thing that matters. Usually the pembayang is full of unrelated things like bunga seroja kembang mewangi, pucuk labu tumbuh melata, junjung sirih teguh kayunya. I still don't understand how we can call that as pembayang. Ah, I'm no expert. I only learned about pantun in the 80s and 90s. Perhaps, 100 years ago, it was taught differently. People really know how to write the pembayang and how to relate them to the maksud of the pantun. These days, some of us have never heard of the objects mentioned in old Malay pantuns' pembayang.
Besides pantun, syair, seloka and gurindam I have no idea what are the other legacies that have died their natural deaths. Language and art are so dynamic and we lost a few things along the way. Just like we never use words such as sahaya, sayugia and even sementelah in our conversation or formal letters anymore. Languages are changing and people too. When was the last time a friend call you up just to ask how you're doing? Everytime the phone rings, I knew that caller was going to ask something from me. It's never just simple 'Buat apa tu?' or 'Apa khabar?'
Well, what to do. My 10 minutes is up! And I managed to put down some ramblings today. Hehe.
Ok, let's see what I can come up with in just 10 minutes. How many words I can produce in this page, given only 10 minutes? I don't know yet. Let's wait till the 10 minutes is up. I can never write a poem in just 10 minutes. A pantun, perhaps? Nah, I'm not in the mood to compose a pantun. You need to have some motivation before you can compose pantun or syair. Eh, who the hell still write syair these days? I haven't seen any syair being published by the newspapers or magazines for god knows how many years already.
So, do you think our syair is dying? Do our children appreciate syair? Do they know how to compose one? Do they know that long long time ago, people in love would recite syair by the window at night while gazing at the full moon, wishing that their loved ones were near?
If syair is dying, then what ever happened to our seloka and gurindam? I don't know how to compose neither. Pantun dua kerat and empat kerat are the only Malay poem I learned in school. Even then, back in the 90s many of my friends were not interested in composing pantuns. It was difficult when you need to think of pembayang and maksud. Well, the first two lines are called pembayang although they don't membayangkan anything, while the last two lines are called maksud. Those 2 lines are the only thing that matters. Usually the pembayang is full of unrelated things like bunga seroja kembang mewangi, pucuk labu tumbuh melata, junjung sirih teguh kayunya. I still don't understand how we can call that as pembayang. Ah, I'm no expert. I only learned about pantun in the 80s and 90s. Perhaps, 100 years ago, it was taught differently. People really know how to write the pembayang and how to relate them to the maksud of the pantun. These days, some of us have never heard of the objects mentioned in old Malay pantuns' pembayang.
Besides pantun, syair, seloka and gurindam I have no idea what are the other legacies that have died their natural deaths. Language and art are so dynamic and we lost a few things along the way. Just like we never use words such as sahaya, sayugia and even sementelah in our conversation or formal letters anymore. Languages are changing and people too. When was the last time a friend call you up just to ask how you're doing? Everytime the phone rings, I knew that caller was going to ask something from me. It's never just simple 'Buat apa tu?' or 'Apa khabar?'
Well, what to do. My 10 minutes is up! And I managed to put down some ramblings today. Hehe.
November 26, 2011
Dan seorang lagi kembali kepada Nya.
Dalam satu entri yang kutulis lewat bulan April, dua rakan baru disahkan menghidap kanser. Ketika itu hati sudah terasa retak. Dada sendiri terasa sesak. Apa lagi bila aku saban hari dihidangkan dengan gambar anak-anak comel di Facebook milik salah seorang rakanku ini.
Selang beberapa hari, seorang daripada mereka telah mengadap Ilahi dan mengejutkan kami semua. Kansernya baru di tahap kedua, tetapi Allah maha besar. Rakanku dijemput Pencipta setelah mengadu sakit dada.
Jadi, seorang lagi rakan telah meneruskan perjuangan memerangi kanser. Saban hari, hati terusik membaca statusnya di Facebook, apa lagi bila dia memuat naik gambar anak-anak kecilnya yang gembira kerana 'Papa selalu ada kat rumah sejak papa sakit'. Apalah yang anak kecil itu faham. Pasti sahaja hatinya gembira, apatah lagi si Papa memang kerap bekerja sehingga lewat malam dan selalu ke luar kawasan.
Dia dahulunya bertugas di syarikat yang sama denganku. Kemudian, dia mengambil keputusan untuk mencuba nasib di tempat baru. Beberapa bulan setelah bertukar kerja, aku ada bertemunya di One World Hotel, dia nampak gembira. Beratnya juga sudah bertambah, begitu ketara.
Setelah disahkan mengidap kanser, terbukti rakan yang seorang ini, begitu tabah orangnya. Walaupun hanya berhubung di Facebook dan email, nadanya sentiasa ceria. Dugaan demi dugaan dilalui tetapi tidak sesekali dia menulis tentang perkara-perkara yang negatif. Mungkin setiap kali dia berhubung dengan rakan-rakan, dia hanya ingin mereka gembira. Derita yang ditanggungnya, ditelan sendiri.
Beberapa orang rakan pergi menjengahnya di hospital ketika menerima rawatan. Semua mengatakan dia begitu kuat dan tabah. Jenaka dan gelak tawanya masih sama. Walaupun menanggung kesakitan, hanya dia yang tahu.
Kerap juga dia menulis tentang kesan-kesan sampingan rawatan yang diterima. Kesakitan sedemikian tidak dapat aku gambarkan. Aku hanya mampu mendoakan agar Allah permudahkan urusannya dunia dan akhirat.
Sejak seminggu lalu, aktivitinya di Facebook bagai terhenti. Rakan-rakan sedia maklum dia sedang menerima rawatan kemoterapi kitaran ke 6. Mengikut perancangan asal, dia sepatutnya menjalani pemindahan sumsum tulang beberapa minggu lepas, tetapi terpaksa ditangguhkan kerana doktor mendapati pendermanya kurang sesuai.
Bila tiada update di Facebook, kami sudah faham, pasti rawatan kali ini lebih sukar daripada sebelumnya.
Namun, aku tidak sesekali menduga kali ini dugaannya terlalu hebat dan rakanku ini tewas akhirnya. Semalam, selesai solat Zuhur, aku menerima pesanan ringkas daripada seorang lagi teman tentang khabar sedih itu. Rakanku yang tabah telah pergi menemui Pencipta.
Hanya Al Fatihah dan doa mampu aku sedekahkan, agar Allah permudahkan juga urusannya di sana.
Aku doakan juga isteri dan 2 anak kecilnya yang belum mengerti apa-apa akan tabah dengan kehidupan baru, dimurahkan rezeki dan sentiasa dalam lindungan Allah.
Selang beberapa hari, seorang daripada mereka telah mengadap Ilahi dan mengejutkan kami semua. Kansernya baru di tahap kedua, tetapi Allah maha besar. Rakanku dijemput Pencipta setelah mengadu sakit dada.
Jadi, seorang lagi rakan telah meneruskan perjuangan memerangi kanser. Saban hari, hati terusik membaca statusnya di Facebook, apa lagi bila dia memuat naik gambar anak-anak kecilnya yang gembira kerana 'Papa selalu ada kat rumah sejak papa sakit'. Apalah yang anak kecil itu faham. Pasti sahaja hatinya gembira, apatah lagi si Papa memang kerap bekerja sehingga lewat malam dan selalu ke luar kawasan.
Dia dahulunya bertugas di syarikat yang sama denganku. Kemudian, dia mengambil keputusan untuk mencuba nasib di tempat baru. Beberapa bulan setelah bertukar kerja, aku ada bertemunya di One World Hotel, dia nampak gembira. Beratnya juga sudah bertambah, begitu ketara.
Setelah disahkan mengidap kanser, terbukti rakan yang seorang ini, begitu tabah orangnya. Walaupun hanya berhubung di Facebook dan email, nadanya sentiasa ceria. Dugaan demi dugaan dilalui tetapi tidak sesekali dia menulis tentang perkara-perkara yang negatif. Mungkin setiap kali dia berhubung dengan rakan-rakan, dia hanya ingin mereka gembira. Derita yang ditanggungnya, ditelan sendiri.
Beberapa orang rakan pergi menjengahnya di hospital ketika menerima rawatan. Semua mengatakan dia begitu kuat dan tabah. Jenaka dan gelak tawanya masih sama. Walaupun menanggung kesakitan, hanya dia yang tahu.
Kerap juga dia menulis tentang kesan-kesan sampingan rawatan yang diterima. Kesakitan sedemikian tidak dapat aku gambarkan. Aku hanya mampu mendoakan agar Allah permudahkan urusannya dunia dan akhirat.
Sejak seminggu lalu, aktivitinya di Facebook bagai terhenti. Rakan-rakan sedia maklum dia sedang menerima rawatan kemoterapi kitaran ke 6. Mengikut perancangan asal, dia sepatutnya menjalani pemindahan sumsum tulang beberapa minggu lepas, tetapi terpaksa ditangguhkan kerana doktor mendapati pendermanya kurang sesuai.
Bila tiada update di Facebook, kami sudah faham, pasti rawatan kali ini lebih sukar daripada sebelumnya.
Namun, aku tidak sesekali menduga kali ini dugaannya terlalu hebat dan rakanku ini tewas akhirnya. Semalam, selesai solat Zuhur, aku menerima pesanan ringkas daripada seorang lagi teman tentang khabar sedih itu. Rakanku yang tabah telah pergi menemui Pencipta.
Hanya Al Fatihah dan doa mampu aku sedekahkan, agar Allah permudahkan juga urusannya di sana.
Aku doakan juga isteri dan 2 anak kecilnya yang belum mengerti apa-apa akan tabah dengan kehidupan baru, dimurahkan rezeki dan sentiasa dalam lindungan Allah.
November 21, 2011
Kedai kopi di siar kaki?
Lebih kurang 4 tahun dahulu, aku pernah duduk menghirup Nescafe ais bersama-sama seorang teman yang gemarkan kopi-o keras di sebuah kafeteria sebuah pelabuhan. Temanku itu gemar juga menyedut asap tembakau sebatang demi sebatang hingga kadang-kadang 2 kotak sehari.
Pada suatu petang, setelah Nescafe dan kopi-o dipesan, kami duduk berbual tentang keanehan mimpi. Dia menceritakan mimpi-mimpi karut yang pernah menjengah tidurnya. Aku tiba-tiba tergerak hati untuk berkongsi sebuah mimpi yang tidak pernah aku ceritakan kepada sesiapa.
Beberapa tahun selepas kematian ayah, aku masih kerap termimpi-mimpikannya. Ada kalanya aku bermimpi melihat arwah beristirehat di rumah, ada kala aku ternampak arwah hanya berdiri memandang ke hadapan. Mimpi yang aku paling ingat, yang terasa seolah-olah seperti benar-benar berlaku ialah bila aku terserempak dengan arwah ayah di sebuah kedai kopi di tepi siar kaki. Aku tidak pasti sama ada itu di negara Perancis atau Itali. Tetapi, kelihatan arwah ayah sedang asyik membaca sebuah akbar berbahasa Inggeris sambil menikmati secawan kopi. Sebatang curut di celah gigi.
Paling aneh, di dalam setiap mimpi, arwah ayah tidak pernah memandang atau berbicara denganku. Di dalam mimpi-mimpiku arwah kelihatan masih berusia sekitar 40an, mengenakan kemeja kegemarannya, berseluar panjang dan bercapal. Sungguh sederhana.
Jadi berbalik kepada mimpi tadi, aku cuba mendekati arwah ayah dan menegurnya. Tapi sayang dia hanya berdiam diri dan terus khusyuk dengan pembacaan. Jadi aku hanya duduk memerhati. Bila akhbar sudah sampai ke penghujungnya dan kopi pahit habis diteguk semua, dia pun bangun meninggalkan meja. Aku menegur sekali lagi, tetapi dia tidak berpaling. Ya, aku menerima hakikat kami sudah tidak berada di dimensi yang sama.
Temanku, si penggemar rokok dan kopi-o keras itu menasihati agar jangan ambil hati. Itu semua hanya mainan rasa. Apa yang sering dirindukan deria rasa, lazimnya muncul dalam mimpi. Aku tak pasti kebenarannya.
Perbualan di petang berangin itu sudah 4 tahun berlalu. Aku hampir terlupa tentang mimpi yang satu itu. Sehingga pagi kelmarin, bila aku melayari Facebook dan terlihat sebuah gambar yang dimuat naik oleh temanku ini. Betul-betul seperti apa yang pernah menjengah aku dalam mimpi. Sebuah kedai kopi kecil di tepi siar kaki. Gambar dimuat naik dari Itali. Aku merenung gambar itu berkali-kali, dan aku terus jadi emo sepanjang hari.
Pada suatu petang, setelah Nescafe dan kopi-o dipesan, kami duduk berbual tentang keanehan mimpi. Dia menceritakan mimpi-mimpi karut yang pernah menjengah tidurnya. Aku tiba-tiba tergerak hati untuk berkongsi sebuah mimpi yang tidak pernah aku ceritakan kepada sesiapa.
Beberapa tahun selepas kematian ayah, aku masih kerap termimpi-mimpikannya. Ada kalanya aku bermimpi melihat arwah beristirehat di rumah, ada kala aku ternampak arwah hanya berdiri memandang ke hadapan. Mimpi yang aku paling ingat, yang terasa seolah-olah seperti benar-benar berlaku ialah bila aku terserempak dengan arwah ayah di sebuah kedai kopi di tepi siar kaki. Aku tidak pasti sama ada itu di negara Perancis atau Itali. Tetapi, kelihatan arwah ayah sedang asyik membaca sebuah akbar berbahasa Inggeris sambil menikmati secawan kopi. Sebatang curut di celah gigi.
Paling aneh, di dalam setiap mimpi, arwah ayah tidak pernah memandang atau berbicara denganku. Di dalam mimpi-mimpiku arwah kelihatan masih berusia sekitar 40an, mengenakan kemeja kegemarannya, berseluar panjang dan bercapal. Sungguh sederhana.
Jadi berbalik kepada mimpi tadi, aku cuba mendekati arwah ayah dan menegurnya. Tapi sayang dia hanya berdiam diri dan terus khusyuk dengan pembacaan. Jadi aku hanya duduk memerhati. Bila akhbar sudah sampai ke penghujungnya dan kopi pahit habis diteguk semua, dia pun bangun meninggalkan meja. Aku menegur sekali lagi, tetapi dia tidak berpaling. Ya, aku menerima hakikat kami sudah tidak berada di dimensi yang sama.
Temanku, si penggemar rokok dan kopi-o keras itu menasihati agar jangan ambil hati. Itu semua hanya mainan rasa. Apa yang sering dirindukan deria rasa, lazimnya muncul dalam mimpi. Aku tak pasti kebenarannya.
Perbualan di petang berangin itu sudah 4 tahun berlalu. Aku hampir terlupa tentang mimpi yang satu itu. Sehingga pagi kelmarin, bila aku melayari Facebook dan terlihat sebuah gambar yang dimuat naik oleh temanku ini. Betul-betul seperti apa yang pernah menjengah aku dalam mimpi. Sebuah kedai kopi kecil di tepi siar kaki. Gambar dimuat naik dari Itali. Aku merenung gambar itu berkali-kali, dan aku terus jadi emo sepanjang hari.
November 5, 2011
The simple things in life
A few years ago I wrote something here about things I love like gardening, traveling and crochet. Well, crochet is a craft almost forgotten by the younger generation nowadays. I was lucky because my late grandma taught me how do it when I was only 9 years old. My mom never planned to get me to learn this craft because to her, I was too boyish to be doing anything this girly. Well actually this is not really a girly stuff because I've met a few men who know how to make beautiful crochet. So, one day in 1983 I went for a sleepover at my grandma's house. She was all alone. Well, in fact she's been living alone most of the time as my youngest uncle who was a teacher, was posted quite far from our hometown. My mom and I used to visit my grandma during the weekends. So, that Saturday I didn't follow my mom home and decided to stay with my grandma. My grandma was a strong woman who's not only independent but also very determined. So, that night she lectured me about a few things (not to be a tomboy was one of them). The next day she brought out a funny looking needle and crochet yarn. First she showed me how to do it, then she passed the needle and yarn to me. My hands are not that flexible, so it was very difficult to yarn over and sticking the needle in the right stitch without hurting my fingers. After about 4 hours, finally I managed to produce a decent looking basic stitch.
Crochet pun ada encyclopedia, don't play-play.
So, that was what happened 28 years ago. Ever since I could master the basic stitch, I've been learning a few other stitches and patterns from relatives, friends and books. The funny thing was, most of the patterns I got were passed down from older relatives. They were photocopied from Japanese crochet books. I couldn't understand any of the instructions, so I just guessed them based on the patterns.
In 1998, I found the first crochet book written in English. I bought 3 of them. There are about 20 patterns in each book, but they were expensive. One of them cost me more than RM40.
I've completed about 10 projects ever since. The pieces are lying at a few places in my house: the coffe table, shoe rack, computer monitor and book rack. Some are kept in the drawers as I don't know where to put them. Some are just too 80s and don't match my furniture.
The last project I did was way back in 2001. After the birth of my first child, I couldn't find the time for crochet. I was either too occupied, or I was afraid that my baby would find the needle, play with it and hurt himself. So, my crochet box and books have been hidden in the loneliest corner, collecting dust.
Last week, as I was browsing books at MPH, I found the Crochet Stitches Visual Encyclopedia (picture). There are hundreds of stitches and patterns that I've never seen my whole life! I was so excited that I bought the book without a second thought.
Now that this major project I'm doing is almost completed, I'm planning to start a crochet project soon! However, I'll need to find a way to hide the needles from Zarif. He's just too curious about things.
Crochet pun ada encyclopedia, don't play-play.So, that was what happened 28 years ago. Ever since I could master the basic stitch, I've been learning a few other stitches and patterns from relatives, friends and books. The funny thing was, most of the patterns I got were passed down from older relatives. They were photocopied from Japanese crochet books. I couldn't understand any of the instructions, so I just guessed them based on the patterns.
In 1998, I found the first crochet book written in English. I bought 3 of them. There are about 20 patterns in each book, but they were expensive. One of them cost me more than RM40.
I've completed about 10 projects ever since. The pieces are lying at a few places in my house: the coffe table, shoe rack, computer monitor and book rack. Some are kept in the drawers as I don't know where to put them. Some are just too 80s and don't match my furniture.
The last project I did was way back in 2001. After the birth of my first child, I couldn't find the time for crochet. I was either too occupied, or I was afraid that my baby would find the needle, play with it and hurt himself. So, my crochet box and books have been hidden in the loneliest corner, collecting dust.
Last week, as I was browsing books at MPH, I found the Crochet Stitches Visual Encyclopedia (picture). There are hundreds of stitches and patterns that I've never seen my whole life! I was so excited that I bought the book without a second thought.
Now that this major project I'm doing is almost completed, I'm planning to start a crochet project soon! However, I'll need to find a way to hide the needles from Zarif. He's just too curious about things.
October 19, 2011
Writing: The learning part
My friends used to tell me that if you wanna write, then you should read many books and attend writing workshops. I wanted to write but I didn't have that much time to read as many books. I also couldn't spare a few days to attend any workshop. When I decided to write my first novel, I just wrote it. The truth is, I didn't really know the do's and don't's in fiction writing.
I think I've wrote in this blog earlier that I've been wanting to become an author for quite some time but didn't really do anything about it. I just updated this blog once in a while, so that I could practice my writing.
Besides that, in 2008 I bought this book. I never finished reading it or did any of the exercises. I only managed to read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.
So, this week, after my debut novel has been in the market for a month, I'm going to continue with Chapter 3. Hahaha!
I think I've wrote in this blog earlier that I've been wanting to become an author for quite some time but didn't really do anything about it. I just updated this blog once in a while, so that I could practice my writing.
Besides that, in 2008 I bought this book. I never finished reading it or did any of the exercises. I only managed to read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.
So, this week, after my debut novel has been in the market for a month, I'm going to continue with Chapter 3. Hahaha!
October 14, 2011
Amerika and books from Big Bad Wolf sale
I bought Amerika from the author himself, Ridhwan Saidi on 17th September 2011 (yup, on the same day Jerat was launched). And yeah, I managed to get his autograph. There are many reviews posted on blogs of this 2nd novel from Ridhwan. His first novel is Cekik, which I read in May 2011. A few readers managed to finish reading Amerika in just a few hours but it took me almost a month! It's been a busy month for me as I was doing a few projects simultaneously and at the same time I had to attend problem calls at customers' place. So, when did I have the time to read? One hour before retiring to bed. That is if the boys behaved. Otherwise, I'd end up playing games with them. So, what's so interesting about Amerika? If you are the type of reader who's only interested in plot, then you should pick this book up and start enjoying something quite different. I have been reading many Grisham's, Dan Brown's and Jeffrey Archer's books and it's only natural that I love stories with twists, colourful characters, thrilling scenes etc. But when I started reading Amerika, it was like having my first taste of chicken tikka masala after years of eating masak lemak cili api. The book, to me is not a heavy reading material. It allows me to drift. It's a great choice for unwinding after a tiring day. Sipping my hot Neslo while reading Amerika was enough to make me forget about bitchy Account Managers, demanding customers and Malaysian drivers' attitude. I took my time enjoying every paragraph as if it's my own journey along a kampung road with asam jawa trees lining each side. I could feel some heat from the sun but the shadow keeps me cool. I have to admit that I admire the main character: Murshid Merican. He takes charge of his life. He throws away his cell phone! (I wish I could do that). He cares a lot about his friends, his city, his people and his country. And he expresses himself well.You don't have to guess the plot of this book, just go with the flow. Just have fun. Think freely. Or just don't think at all.
[image error] You can buy it online at fixi.com.my
A few days after I was done reading Amerika, I needed new books so I headed to Big Bad Wolf sale held at MAEPS (yup, that huge place where MAHA is held anually). This was my first time going to this huge book warehouse sale, so I didn't know what to expect. But I managed to do a few homework before deciding to go. I checked the website and read Leen Bakar's blog entry that provided some tips and tricks on how to survive at BBW. I went there after having a meeting in Putrajaya (which is only 15 minutes drive from MAEPS). I skipped lunch as I had to be back at the customer's office by 3pm. When I parked my car it was already 1.30pm. The hall didn't seem that far from where I parked, so I decided to walk. After 2 minutes walking, I started to regret my decision because it was simmering hot, and I was wearing black long pants with black blouse. Bad choice of clothes. I guess I entered the hall with a red face but excitement made me ignored it. Since it was my first time at BBW sale, I was a bit 'jakun' and felt like a child who got the chance to play at a huge playground. I made an end to end quick browsing before stopping at tables with books that I thought were quite interesting. My friend/work colleague was also there so we had fun reading Chic Lit and horror synopsis. I lost interest in Chic Lit since I don't remember when. Perhaps I am getting older. After more than an hour, I only managed to grab 5 books, 4 novels and 1 novella. I'm starting with the novella first, because it's thin. Hehe. Hope I can finish it by this weekend. I'm going to find the time to clear my mind, sit on my favorite armchair and enjoy the novella. It's entitled First Love. Yeah, let's get romantic this weekend. Hope you'll have a nice one too! Peace y'all!!
These - for only RM37
[image error] You can buy it online at fixi.com.my
A few days after I was done reading Amerika, I needed new books so I headed to Big Bad Wolf sale held at MAEPS (yup, that huge place where MAHA is held anually). This was my first time going to this huge book warehouse sale, so I didn't know what to expect. But I managed to do a few homework before deciding to go. I checked the website and read Leen Bakar's blog entry that provided some tips and tricks on how to survive at BBW. I went there after having a meeting in Putrajaya (which is only 15 minutes drive from MAEPS). I skipped lunch as I had to be back at the customer's office by 3pm. When I parked my car it was already 1.30pm. The hall didn't seem that far from where I parked, so I decided to walk. After 2 minutes walking, I started to regret my decision because it was simmering hot, and I was wearing black long pants with black blouse. Bad choice of clothes. I guess I entered the hall with a red face but excitement made me ignored it. Since it was my first time at BBW sale, I was a bit 'jakun' and felt like a child who got the chance to play at a huge playground. I made an end to end quick browsing before stopping at tables with books that I thought were quite interesting. My friend/work colleague was also there so we had fun reading Chic Lit and horror synopsis. I lost interest in Chic Lit since I don't remember when. Perhaps I am getting older. After more than an hour, I only managed to grab 5 books, 4 novels and 1 novella. I'm starting with the novella first, because it's thin. Hehe. Hope I can finish it by this weekend. I'm going to find the time to clear my mind, sit on my favorite armchair and enjoy the novella. It's entitled First Love. Yeah, let's get romantic this weekend. Hope you'll have a nice one too! Peace y'all!!
These - for only RM37
October 8, 2011
Aiman nak dua puluh ringgit je.
Aiman terasa berdebar-debar hendak meminta wang daripada ibu. Cikgu sudah berpesan kepada semua murid dalam kelas 4 Delima untuk membawa duit lebih pada hari esok kerana ada pasaria di sekolah. Aiman sudah membaca flyers yang diedarkan oleh pelajar-pelajar darjah 6. Ada satu gerai yang akan menjual bantal Angry Birds berharga 20 ringgit.
Aiman sudah lama teringinkan bantal Angry Birds. Bantal yang ada sekarang sudah buruk benar, ada gambar Buzz Lightyear yang sudah pudar. Usianya mungkin sudah mencecah 7 tahun.
Ibu sedang sibuk memasak makan malam ketika Aiman menghampiri.
"Ibu, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," katanya takut-takut.
Ibu cuma mengangguk sambil mengacau kari di dalam belanga, dahinya basah dek peluh. Aiman berdiri tegak sambil memerhati perbuatan ibunya, dia menunggu kalau-kalau ibu akan berkata 'OK'. Tetapi ibu hanya senyap dan tidak mengendahkannya.
Aiman sedikit kecewa lalu pergi ke ruang tamu dan duduk di sisi ayah yang sedang membaca akhbar.
"Ayah, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," katanya kepada ayah.
"Hm," ucap ayah pendek dan kemudian terbatuk-batuk kecil lalu berdehem.
"Boleh ke, ayah?" tanya Aiman, meminta kepastian.
"Hm," kata ayah lagi, matanya masih terpaku pada berita hangat di dada akhbar. Langsung tidak berpaling ke arah anak bongsunya.
Melihatkan ayah yang masih ralit membaca, Aiman berlari menaiki tangga ke tingkat atas dan mengetuk bilik Along.
"Masuk!" jerit Along dengan nada sedikit jengkel. Dia tahu Aiman yang berdiri di luar. "Aiman nak apa?" tanya Along sebaik pintu terkuak sedikit.
"Along, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," kata Aiman sambil bersandar di tepi meja belajar Along.
Mata Along terus terbeliak. "Along mana ada duit sebanyak tu!"
"Tu, dalam tabung tu," Aiman memuncungkan bibir menunjuk ke arah tabung harimau milik Along.
"Itu duit simpanan. Along nak masuk Tabung Haji!" Along naik marah. Kadang-kadang permintaan Aiman agak melampau.
"Takpe lah," kata Aiman, separuh merajuk lalu berlari turun tangga untuk mencari Kak Ngah.
Kak Ngah sedang duduk bersama nenek di bangku batu di laman rumah. Lutut Kak Ngah terluka kerana terjatuh dan nenek sedang membersihkan dengan kapas dan cecair Dettol. Aiman duduk di tepi nenek memerhatikan darah yang menitik di lantai.
"Kak Ngah, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria, boleh?" tanya Aiman perlahan.
Kak Ngah mengetap gigi, rasa pedih menusuk bila nenek menyapu Dettol di tempat luka yang agak dalam.
"Sakitnya, nenek," ujar Kak Ngah dan airmata mula mengalir.
"Sabarlah, sikit saja ni. Tapi, mesti bersihkan dulu. Kalau tidak takut terkena jangkitan kuman pulak," pujuk nenek. Kak Ngah terus pejamkan mata dan tidak menjawab soalan Aiman tadi.
"Nenek, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria, boleh?" tanya Aiman kepada nenek pula.
Serentak itu, mangkuk berisi larutan Dettol terjatuh dari meja dan berkecai di lantai. Nenek terus terkejut.
"Opocot pocot jatuh! Adoi! Abih jatuh. Pecah berderai dah jatuh," nenek melatah lalu Kak Ngah tiba-tiba ketawa melihat aksi lucu itu.
Beberapa ketika kemudian, nenek dan Kak Ngah berpelukan dan masih ketawa. Masing-masing terasa lucu dengan situasi tadi. Aiman hanya duduk memerhati dari tepi. Dia yakin Kak Ngah dan nenek tidak berminat untuk melayan permintaannya.
Aiman terus berlari masuk ke dalam bilik tidur. Dia kecewa, air mata membasah bantal Buzz Lightyear. Bila ibu memanggilnya untuk makan malam, Aiman katakan dia tidak lapar. Dia sedih, merajuk dan kecewa. Semua orang tidak sudi memberinya 20 ringgit untuk membeli bantal Angry Birds. Aiman menangis hingga tertidur. Malam itu dia bermimpi tidur di atas bantal baru yang diidamkan, tetapi tiba-tiba bantal itu direnggut kasar oleh satu tangan besar yang berbulu lebat. Aiman menangis teresak-esak di dalam mimpinya.
Malam itu juga ibu, ayah, Along, Kak Ngah dan nenek tidak dapat melelapkan mata. Mereka pasti ada sesuatu yang tidak kena dengan Aiman kerana dia tidak mahu makan malam. Kebiasaannya dia tidak begitu. Masing-masing rasa bersalah pula kerana tidak menghiraukan Aiman.
Ayah dan Along teringat permintaan Aiman lalu menyelitkan 20 ringgit di bawah pintu bilik. Ibu, nenek dan Kak Ngah teringat Aiman ada meminta wang tetapi tidak pasti berapa, lalu ibu dan nenek selitkan 50 ringgit dan Kak Ngah selitkan 30 ringgit.
Bila Aiman bangun keesokan harinya, dia terkejut melihat not 10 dan 50 ringgit yang berterabur berhampiran pintu biliknya. Aiman kutip satu persatu sambil tersenyum. Dia yakin itu pemberian ibu dan ayah. RM170 kesemuanya. Aiman begitu gembira lalu cepat-cepat mandi, pakai baju sekolah dan turun ke bawah untuk bersarapan.
Aiman capai roti bakar yang sudah disapu mentega sebelum mengucup pipi ibu.
"Terima kasih ibu!" ucapnya riang. Ibu mengucup dahi Aiman dan berasa lega kerana rajuk Aiman sudah terhapus.
Van sekolah tiba awal, Aiman tidak sempat untuk mengucapkan terima kasih kepada ayah yang masih di tingkat atas.
Tengahari itu Aiman semakin girang bila kembali dari sekolah. Ibu dan nenek hanya tersenyum memerhati gelagatnya.
"Dah dapat hajat di hati?" tanya ibu. Aiman cuma mengangguk lalu terus berlari naik ke biliknya.
Pintu bilik dikunci dan beg sekolah diselongkar. Hajat di hati sudah berada di dalam tangannya. Aiman berbaring dengan senang hati.
Sudah ada RM170, buat apa nak beli bantal Angry Birds? Maka Aiman telah membeli sebuah iPod Touch second hand daripada seorang pelajar darjah 6. Aiman terus-terusan tersenyum senang hari itu sambil jarinya ligat dengan permainan Angry Birds di iPod Touch.
Aiman sudah lama teringinkan bantal Angry Birds. Bantal yang ada sekarang sudah buruk benar, ada gambar Buzz Lightyear yang sudah pudar. Usianya mungkin sudah mencecah 7 tahun.
Ibu sedang sibuk memasak makan malam ketika Aiman menghampiri.
"Ibu, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," katanya takut-takut.
Ibu cuma mengangguk sambil mengacau kari di dalam belanga, dahinya basah dek peluh. Aiman berdiri tegak sambil memerhati perbuatan ibunya, dia menunggu kalau-kalau ibu akan berkata 'OK'. Tetapi ibu hanya senyap dan tidak mengendahkannya.
Aiman sedikit kecewa lalu pergi ke ruang tamu dan duduk di sisi ayah yang sedang membaca akhbar.
"Ayah, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," katanya kepada ayah.
"Hm," ucap ayah pendek dan kemudian terbatuk-batuk kecil lalu berdehem.
"Boleh ke, ayah?" tanya Aiman, meminta kepastian.
"Hm," kata ayah lagi, matanya masih terpaku pada berita hangat di dada akhbar. Langsung tidak berpaling ke arah anak bongsunya.
Melihatkan ayah yang masih ralit membaca, Aiman berlari menaiki tangga ke tingkat atas dan mengetuk bilik Along.
"Masuk!" jerit Along dengan nada sedikit jengkel. Dia tahu Aiman yang berdiri di luar. "Aiman nak apa?" tanya Along sebaik pintu terkuak sedikit.
"Along, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria," kata Aiman sambil bersandar di tepi meja belajar Along.
Mata Along terus terbeliak. "Along mana ada duit sebanyak tu!"
"Tu, dalam tabung tu," Aiman memuncungkan bibir menunjuk ke arah tabung harimau milik Along.
"Itu duit simpanan. Along nak masuk Tabung Haji!" Along naik marah. Kadang-kadang permintaan Aiman agak melampau.
"Takpe lah," kata Aiman, separuh merajuk lalu berlari turun tangga untuk mencari Kak Ngah.
Kak Ngah sedang duduk bersama nenek di bangku batu di laman rumah. Lutut Kak Ngah terluka kerana terjatuh dan nenek sedang membersihkan dengan kapas dan cecair Dettol. Aiman duduk di tepi nenek memerhatikan darah yang menitik di lantai.
"Kak Ngah, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria, boleh?" tanya Aiman perlahan.
Kak Ngah mengetap gigi, rasa pedih menusuk bila nenek menyapu Dettol di tempat luka yang agak dalam.
"Sakitnya, nenek," ujar Kak Ngah dan airmata mula mengalir.
"Sabarlah, sikit saja ni. Tapi, mesti bersihkan dulu. Kalau tidak takut terkena jangkitan kuman pulak," pujuk nenek. Kak Ngah terus pejamkan mata dan tidak menjawab soalan Aiman tadi.
"Nenek, besok Aiman nak 20 ringgit. Nak beli Angry Birds dekat pasaria, boleh?" tanya Aiman kepada nenek pula.
Serentak itu, mangkuk berisi larutan Dettol terjatuh dari meja dan berkecai di lantai. Nenek terus terkejut.
"Opocot pocot jatuh! Adoi! Abih jatuh. Pecah berderai dah jatuh," nenek melatah lalu Kak Ngah tiba-tiba ketawa melihat aksi lucu itu.
Beberapa ketika kemudian, nenek dan Kak Ngah berpelukan dan masih ketawa. Masing-masing terasa lucu dengan situasi tadi. Aiman hanya duduk memerhati dari tepi. Dia yakin Kak Ngah dan nenek tidak berminat untuk melayan permintaannya.
Aiman terus berlari masuk ke dalam bilik tidur. Dia kecewa, air mata membasah bantal Buzz Lightyear. Bila ibu memanggilnya untuk makan malam, Aiman katakan dia tidak lapar. Dia sedih, merajuk dan kecewa. Semua orang tidak sudi memberinya 20 ringgit untuk membeli bantal Angry Birds. Aiman menangis hingga tertidur. Malam itu dia bermimpi tidur di atas bantal baru yang diidamkan, tetapi tiba-tiba bantal itu direnggut kasar oleh satu tangan besar yang berbulu lebat. Aiman menangis teresak-esak di dalam mimpinya.
Malam itu juga ibu, ayah, Along, Kak Ngah dan nenek tidak dapat melelapkan mata. Mereka pasti ada sesuatu yang tidak kena dengan Aiman kerana dia tidak mahu makan malam. Kebiasaannya dia tidak begitu. Masing-masing rasa bersalah pula kerana tidak menghiraukan Aiman.
Ayah dan Along teringat permintaan Aiman lalu menyelitkan 20 ringgit di bawah pintu bilik. Ibu, nenek dan Kak Ngah teringat Aiman ada meminta wang tetapi tidak pasti berapa, lalu ibu dan nenek selitkan 50 ringgit dan Kak Ngah selitkan 30 ringgit.
Bila Aiman bangun keesokan harinya, dia terkejut melihat not 10 dan 50 ringgit yang berterabur berhampiran pintu biliknya. Aiman kutip satu persatu sambil tersenyum. Dia yakin itu pemberian ibu dan ayah. RM170 kesemuanya. Aiman begitu gembira lalu cepat-cepat mandi, pakai baju sekolah dan turun ke bawah untuk bersarapan.
Aiman capai roti bakar yang sudah disapu mentega sebelum mengucup pipi ibu.
"Terima kasih ibu!" ucapnya riang. Ibu mengucup dahi Aiman dan berasa lega kerana rajuk Aiman sudah terhapus.
Van sekolah tiba awal, Aiman tidak sempat untuk mengucapkan terima kasih kepada ayah yang masih di tingkat atas.
Tengahari itu Aiman semakin girang bila kembali dari sekolah. Ibu dan nenek hanya tersenyum memerhati gelagatnya.
"Dah dapat hajat di hati?" tanya ibu. Aiman cuma mengangguk lalu terus berlari naik ke biliknya.
Pintu bilik dikunci dan beg sekolah diselongkar. Hajat di hati sudah berada di dalam tangannya. Aiman berbaring dengan senang hati.
Sudah ada RM170, buat apa nak beli bantal Angry Birds? Maka Aiman telah membeli sebuah iPod Touch second hand daripada seorang pelajar darjah 6. Aiman terus-terusan tersenyum senang hari itu sambil jarinya ligat dengan permainan Angry Birds di iPod Touch.
October 6, 2011
Zarif is two!!
Zarif turned two during the fasting month. I was so lazy to blog about it then, so only managed to put up a few of his latest photos today. He is now big enough to take his own drink from the fridge and can take clothes off himself.
I love orange, look at my Asadi slippersNow he can construct simple but complete sentences like 'Nak pegi taman!' and 'Taknak makan nasik!'. He can also pronounce his brothers' names properly.
I wanna play ballBut still, he's not that interested to watch TV. He'd rather watch You Tube on the iPad and plays with his toys. Almost every night, he's the last one to fall sleep (before me). He's probably not going to be a morning person too (just like me) as he'll only wake up at around 9a.m.
The Kakak at the daycare told us a few times that Zarif can see small objects from very far away, and it amazed them. I think my boy has bionic eyes (maybe, well... who knows). Perhaps that's the reason why he doesn't like watching TV.
I love orange, look at my Asadi slippersNow he can construct simple but complete sentences like 'Nak pegi taman!' and 'Taknak makan nasik!'. He can also pronounce his brothers' names properly.
I wanna play ballBut still, he's not that interested to watch TV. He'd rather watch You Tube on the iPad and plays with his toys. Almost every night, he's the last one to fall sleep (before me). He's probably not going to be a morning person too (just like me) as he'll only wake up at around 9a.m.The Kakak at the daycare told us a few times that Zarif can see small objects from very far away, and it amazed them. I think my boy has bionic eyes (maybe, well... who knows). Perhaps that's the reason why he doesn't like watching TV.
