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dan jendela pun berbisik...
"Life is not about what you've gained, but what you've done" - Wong Ka Kui (1962 - 1993)
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"A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste" - Anonymous
"If you read, you will judge" - Kurt Cobain
last modified Mar 17, 2005 at 0:17
It was to be our maiden journey to Kelantan via air or any form of transportation for that matter, period. None of us had a single clue about this intriguing state located at the East Coast of Malaysia except for bits and pieces collected from the Internet. Of course that was nothing new to the people close to us. We had a reputation of being too spontaneous, sort of a disorganised bunch of travelers.
That was the fun of it though, we thought, to discover everything by ourselves be it about people, food or culture and to make our own mistakes throughout the journey. Therefore, we could learn from our mistakes and use them for guidance in our next adventures so to speaks. (yeah right!)
Sultan Ismail Petra Airport looked cosy enough for a small airport. Feeling slightly disoriented from the nap taken during the short flight, we were anxious to find the cheapest and the nearest hotel in Kota Bahru. Not knowing which hotel to go to, we decided to follow the advice of our very friendly taxi driver and ended up at this shabby little inn. Seriously, it reminded me of the Roald Dahl short story called The Landlady. However, when we checked the guest-book, there were lots and lots of names, thank God! We didn’t want to end up like Billy Weaver in The Landlady. I guess my imagination was working overdrive.
Well, the inn turned out to be our first mistake because for RM75 per night, it wasn’t worth it. You don’t have to worry about hotels in Kelantan actually because there were tons of them scattered throughout the town.
The first thing we did after the check-in was heading towards the famous Siti Khadijah market searching for breakfast. I remember it was a sweltering day and it’s not even afternoon yet. Not knowing where to get a decent breakfast, we decided to give the taxi driver the benefit of the doubt (after the inn incident) and followed his advice which turned out to be our second mistake.
It’s either jetlaggged or we weren’t fully awake yet otherwise we wouldn’t have eaten at the market in the first place. It’s still a mystery to us, the so-called seasoned travelers. No offense to the Kelantanese but the environment, the smell and the interior of the market were in dire need of a make-over. It’s an interesting place to shop though if not for the gigantic mice that we saw running here and there. The mice were so huge that Diy believed it was genetically-engineered.
We then decided to explore the town on foot. A Craft Museum nearby was barely opened but we went inside anyway. Nothing much to shout about though but the architectural wonder of the old palace and war museum nearby were breathtaking.
By mid-afternoon, dog-tired and drowsy, we decided to go back to the inn also on foot. It was a 40-minute walk under the searing sun, an unwise decision but what else could we do! The three of us slept like a log for the rest of the day. Night time saw us scouring the whole night market for a “white tomyam”. Was it just a myth or we just didn’t know where to find it. I would kill my brother if he lied to me about the “white tomyam”, supposedly how the original tomyam should look according to my brother. We couldn’t find one though and ended up lepaking at the only local western food restaurant in town.
Travelling with such a tight budget, we had to count every single cent. Renting a car meant that we had to cut down the rental of our hotel. So, off we went to the Pantai Cahaya Bulan formerly known as a Pantai Cinta Berahi. We dropped our luggage at the cheapest chalet that we could find and made our way to Rantau Panjang.
The journey to Rantau Panjang took us about 45 minutes using the new highway. Picturesque scenery accompanied us throughout the journey. Acres and acres of paddy fields gave us the glimpsed of a simple and peaceful rural life. We were so hungry when we arrived at the heart of Rantau Panjang town. There was this restaurant that struck me as authentic and it was there that we had our lunch. Nope, no “white tomyam” but when we asked her to make our Nasi Goreng Kerabu more spicy, we didn’t mean THAT spicy. Zal told me my face was so red it was the same colour as my plate.
We had fun shopping at Rantau Panjang where the three of us bought a TOTO each, a couple of jeans and little odds and ends as souvenirs for our officemates. Bargaining wasn’t one of my better traits though so I left it to my friend to bargain for me. It’s almost 5 pm and we headed back to PCB to check out the sunset there.
So much for sunset, we decided to stop at the night market again to check out for some CDs. Good bargain though because it’s only RM5 each. Lots of Thai films but without the subtitles, it was no use. We performed our Maghrib prayer at the State Mosque, such a beautiful mosque. Come to think of it, every Mosque I’ve seen here are all beautiful be it an old or a new one.
It was almost midnight when we reached our chalet. Feeling tired and drained, we each had to wait for our turn to go to the bathroom. The chalet had a bathroom that reminded you of a scene from the Hitchcock movie, Psycho. It made you felt like somebody’s watching and your eyes would wonder and as if the creepy feeling wasn’t enough, there were worms crawling all over the place. Urgh! Apart from that, the room was quite comfortable, better than sleeping in a car I guess.
It’s a brand new day and our plan was to go to Pengkalan Kubor for another round of shopping. Driving to Pengkalan Kubor was an enjoyful and relaxing experience. I guess the rows and rows of kampung houses scattered throughout the journey worked as a balm for our batterred souls.
Such an intriguing place Pengkalan Kubor is, maybe because it is a border town between Kelantan and Thailand. However, we were not impressed by the myriad of shops there. The blouses were tasteless and most of the stuff sold weren’t much different from the Rantau Panjang shops.
What attracted us the most was actually the river that separated Pengkalan Kubor from it’s neighboring district. With only 60 cents and a 15-minute journey by boat, we were already in another country, so to speaks. To be honest, we’d never heard of Tak Bai before but we went anyway despite warning from well-meaning friends.
Tak Bai is a small lively make-shift town that beckoned people to explore its hidden depths. Everything was cheap from headscarves to CDs. Our budget went haywire by the time we visited the run-down shop that sold the latest printed headscarves.
Finally, we found the “white tomyam” that we’d craved for so many days. It wasn’t a myth after all. The mouth-watering, hard-to-find delicacy was simply delicious though not as spicy as we would like but beggars couldn’t be chosers, right? I guess, the journey was complete when we found the white tomyam. We had to rush our shopping after that to beat the six pm curfew. When we reached the customs building, there was nobody there and so we assumed there was no need for our passports to be stamped.
However, we assumed wrong when the Malaysian’s customs officer refused to let us in because our passports weren’t stamped. We told her nobody was there and there was a closed sign at the counter. She made a phone to call to other side of the river and received an answer. Well, as far as she was concerned, the customs office was still opened over there and we had to go back and had our passports stamped. Feeling embarassed and dejected, we took another boat trip to Tak Bai and a good samaritan over there showed us the other customs counter that was still operating. Stupido, there was no signage or anything to show the way to the building. Urgh!!
On the way back to Kota Bharu, we stopped at this Buddhist Wat because it looked so mysterious and interesting. We asked for a permission from a very cute monk (what a waste!) to take pictures around the Wat.
We didn’t get to go to many interesting places in Kelantan due to the time constraint and our tight budget. To think that our original plan to go to Kelantan was for our friend’s wedding, still we managed to cover a few interesting places. We are definitely coming back. On our last day in Kota Bharu, we went for a last minute shopping at the Siti Khadijah market again. I bought my serunding and Diy bought her keropok.
That night we returned our rented car at the airport and we left the East Coast with lots of good memories. At the KLIA, I said my goodbye to Diy and Zal. They were going back to our house in KL while I went straight to the Pan Pac to meet my family. We had a plane to catch the day after. It was to be my next adventure – Sabah, here I come…
penat lelah aku balik dari out station terubat bila diy bagi tau aku yg MPH ada buat jualan gudang di kompleks sukan petaling jaya sabtu maghin.
kelas petang sabtu hari tu memang best tapi bermain bar chords dan riff yg banyak buat hujung jari-jemari aku hampir hancur. urgh!!!!
lepas kelas, aku, diy dan zal bergegas ke pj mencari jualan gudang MPH. aduh!! ramainya orang, dgn buku2 yg tak tersusun rapi serta orang ramai yg berpusu-pusu dalam dewan tu buat aku rasa nak pitam. sesak nafas aku dibuatnya jadi aku hanya scan jer buku2 yg ada. memang banyak novel2 terbaru dijual dgn harga murah, cuma aku tak larat dgn suasana yg menyesakkan.
aku: dua buku yg aku beli ni memang dah bertahun2 aku idamkan.
i- To Kill A Mocking Bird - Harper Lee
ii- Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
diy: diy yg paling byk beli buku sbb dia nak kumpul buku Kathy Reichs. aku rasa ada dekat RM100 jugak diy berhabis beli buku hari tu. buku kathy reichs yg dia collect tu aku ada satu. aku pun tak baca lagi, tajuknya Deja Dead. novel first perempuan ni yg merupakan seorang forensic anthropologist. kiranya novel dia lebih hebat daripada novel2 patricia cornwell. lebih detail dan gory sebijik macam CSI.
satu lagi buku yg diy beli The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. sebenarnya, itu salah satu buku yg aku yg memang nak beli sangat2 tapi sbb diy dah beli so kira oklah tu. aku cakap kat dia buku tu buku favourite pembunuh kennedy dan lennon, harap2 jgn pulak dia pun jadi assassin lepas baca buku tu. hehehe...
zal: macam selalu bahan pembacaan zal, kalau tak pasal sejarah dunia, pasal buku2 berkaitan dgn fantasi seakan2 lord of the rings. kali ni dia beli empat buah buku The Chronicles of Narnia. biasanya duit dia dihabiskan membeli komik hikayat wira penembak helang dgn kindaichi shounen no jikenbo. bertahun2 aku tengok komik tulah yg dia baca siang malam. hehehe...
lepas shopping buku, kita org ke uptown sbb nak cari dvd kat kedai favourite. diy beli dua dvd, aku beli empat, dapat stu vcd free. aku memang dah lama aim nak beli filem2 foreign / art movie kat kedai tu tapi dia tak keluarkan dlm bentuk vcd. akhirnya dapat jugak aku beli sbb kat rumah dah ada dvd player. hehehe...
1. Irreversible - filem french lakonan Monica Belluci yg menang Best Film kat Stockholm Film Festival.
2. Central Station - filem Brazil yg menang Best Foreign Language Film.
3.Ken Park - Indie movie from US.
4. Midaq Alley - filem mexican based on the Nobel Prize Winner's novel, lakonan salma hayek.
5. The Piano Teacher - filem french yg menang di Cannes Festival for best actor dan actress.
6. Live Flesh - filem Spanish by Pedro Almodovar. (diy memang gila filem2 pedro macam All about my mother and Talk to her.
7. Behind the Sun - filem brazil. (yg ni aku dpt free)
lepas penat shopping buku dan dvd, kita org pegi shopping makanan pulak. dah dua minggu tak dpt yong tau foo uptown, kita org pun borong sorang dekat2 nak Rm15. boleh makan tiga hari. hehehe...
balik rumah dah dekat nak pukul 9, apa lagi mengadap depan tv nak tengok game liverpool vs man united. yeah! liverpool menang walaupun main cam siot tapi mereka bernasib baik kerana man united bermain dgn hampehnya. tak kira janji liverpool dapat kalahkan man united. yea!! yea!!!
p/s: terima kasih zuril for the information. happy world book day to you too. ;-)
another oic meeting and in such a short notice!!!!!!oh man! it's only a one-day-meeting and they want a media centre. hell! i still haven't recovered from last month's Commonwealth Tourism event and now this. out-station again, urgh!!!!
working in an event involving media people from all over the world especially from the middle east is really stressful. just like the OIC summit, the venue will be at the putrajaya convention centre.
the minute we released the media advisory yesterday, the whole world is calling to register with us. man! every journalist and photographer/cameraman in the world wants to cover this event. why I don't know. so many adoption, declaration but nothing has changed in the middle east. so what's the point???
and even though Arafat was the one who urged for the meeting to be brought forward, he's not going to be able to attend. imagine, if he could come to the meeting, it'll be chaos and media frenzy would surely occure at the putrajaya.
i just talked to a cameraman from russia and it'd taken us what like 1/2 hour to understand each other. man! i dont know what will happen on the D-Day, it'll be chaos man! the whole bunch of them will come at the same time to collect their media pass. my friends and I are going to die especially if the organiser couldnt get them done on time.
we can feel the pressure mounting, my co-worker especially who has to handle the accreditation. we have to be at the putrajaya convention centre early tomorrow morning and dont know what time we'll finish. during the oic summit last year, i was at the pcc for two weeks and i knew the place like the back of my hand. now, i am going to that place again even only for two days, but still the memory remains....
akhirnya, aku punya keberanian untuk mintak cikgu aku ajar main lagu The Man Who Sold The World version Kurt Cobain. lagu favourite aku sebenarnya walaupun ia hanyalah cover version tapi aku lebih sukakan cara kurt bawak lagu ni berbanding david bowie.
aku pun tak tau kenapa aku takut nak belajar main lagu tu mungkin sebab lagu tu memang sacred buat aku dan aku takut kalau aku tak dapat nak main lagu tu dgn baik, aku sendiri yg frust nanti. tapi alhamdulillah, senang jugaklah nak bawak lagu ni sebenarnya. praktis sitinesta, praktis. hehehe...pemalas betul lah aku ni.
ada empat pilihan lagu yg cikgu aku samplekan hari tu, lagu sejati, bernafas dalam lumpur, isabella dan behind blue eyes. dia tanya nak belajar lagu yg mana tapi aku pilih lagu nirvana. hehehe...tapi seronoknya tengok cikgu aku nyanyi dan main lagu2 lama wings dan search tu. budak cina yg minat lagu2 rock kapak, itulah cikgu aku. aku pun tak dengar damasutra, dia pulak yg dengar.
lepas kelas, aku, diy dgn zal pergi skoobs sbb nak check out ada tak buku baru yg sampai. ada byk buku best kat skoobs tu tapi harga dia mahal sgt.
aku jumpa buku The Promise. rasa tangan tu gatal jer nak beli tapi tengah sesak sikit sekarang ni dan bukunya mahal. aku ada buku tu yg versi paperback tapi dah kena makan anai2 masa aku study dulu. nak menangis rasanya. susah nak cari buku yg ditulis oleh Danielle Steel ni. sebabnya cerita the promise tu asalnya ditulis oleh screenwriter garry michael white thn 1979 dulu utk dijadikan filem. filemnya tu taklah bagus sgt masa aku tengok tapi danielle steel yg masa tu belum terkenal lagi ambik cerita dari filem tu dan dia tulis dalam bentuk novel. power jugaklah jadinya cerita tu.
cerita ni bagus dibaca masa mood tengah jiwang karat. cerita cinta org kaya vs org miskin hollywood style. tapi aku suka jalan ceritanya dan wording dalam buku tu - si lelaki cakap "i promised never to say goodbye" dan si wanita cakap "i promised never to forget". happy ending. moral cerita ni jgn kahwin lari. hehehe...
sebenarnya buku yg nak dicari tak jumpa, kita org terus pergi Payless Amcorp Mall pulak. entah kenapa sejak dua menjak ni teringin sangat nak baca semula cerita The Brotherhood of the Rose karya David Morrel. diy dah mula kumpul karya2 david morrel cuma satu buku jer lagi yg dia tak dapat buku the brotherhood...tu. rasanya aku dgn dia kena berebut sebab aku pun nak simpan buku tu. memang cerita spy david morrel lebih berkesan kat aku berbanding penulis2 cerita spy yg lain.
aku rasa memang cerita klasik tu dah tak dicetak semula, filem dia pun tv dah tak siarkan. dulu masa sekolah, aku tengok filem tu kat tv2. setakat ni hanya auntie kat plaza library seremban jer yg ada buku tu tapi dia pun ada satu copy jer, dah buruk sgt. aku rasa nak pujuk lagi auntie supaya jual buku tu kat aku, pujukan yg entah keberapa kali, aku pun tak ingat.
sedih tak jumpa buku david morrel, aku ended up beli buku agatha christie dan mary higgins clark. tak sabar nak baca ni tapi aku ada lima enam novel lagi nak baca, aduh bila nak ada masa ni. dulu masa study, sebulan boleh habiskan baca berpuluh2 buku tapi sekarang ni sebulan satu buku pun belum tentu habis baca.
cantik2 jugak baju yg dijual kat foyer amcorp ni. aku, diy dgn zal yg memang dah kekeringan duit ni sempat gak shopping. aku jumpa satu slack warna coklat, stylo gila. best buy RM39, aku pun tutup mata je beli. makan malam kat restoran sri anjung melaka, lebih pada restoran nyonya. cendol dia sedap gila, aku rasa cendol tu yg paling istimewa kat restoran tu. memang sedap. sebenarnya, ni baru kali kedua aku melepak kat amcorp mall, kira ok gakle tempat dia. tak ramai org tu yang aku suka tu.
dari amcorp mall terus ke puchong sbb zal nak jumpa makcik dia. singgah sekejap kat kedai barangan elektrik yg berderet tu, aku ended up beli dvd player. ish!!gila apa aku ni. sebenarnya dah tak larat nak layan vcd player aku yg dah semput tu. empat tahun aku pakai vcd player tak berjenama tu, beli kat carrefour subang. akhirnya kantoi jugak dia.
balik rumah terus bukak game liverpool. alamak gerrard, kenapa dgn kau. lepas game epl tu tengok pulak game milan vs siena, nasib baik menang...forza milan!
we are almost in the fifth month of the year and i have yet to take a single trip. by this time last year, my friends and I had already visited penang and pulau besar.
the world is beginning to close in on me and i know it's time for me to drop everything and simply escape the pressure. at a time like this i need an ocean and an empty beach as a soul saviour. a beach where time stood still, a place so serene for me to ponder, to recap and to rethink about my life.
we talked last night; diy, zal and i. all three of us decided by hook or by crook we must find us an island next month. we have decided to go during the first week of May to that special island somewhere in Johor.
zal and i went to that island in 2002. we knew nothing about it. i saw its name in the internet so i told zal it sounded really interesting and mysterious.
off we went and we discovered heaven. an open secret kind of island that people only knew from word of mouth. when we first arrived, the resort's staff there thought we came there to answer the advertisement for a waitress. sheesh!!! because they never received a pair of local visitors like us. most of them came in a group for a family day and stuff. the rest were foreigners. how did two young (ehmm!) and single women ended up at the island, they wondered.
the place really was beautiful. a bit expensive but the scenery was worth it. it's an island totally for people to forget that they have a working life at the mainland. no singing band to entertain us at night, we simply sat on the dock and stared at the brilliant stars in the sky. no shop lots nor nothing. it's heaven. we wished we knew how to play the guitar so that we could just sit on the beach and play the guitar all night.
zal and i, we had made a promise to return to this island someday only after we knew how to play the guitar. well, zal and i, we could play a song or two now. we are definitely going back to the island and this time equipped with our guitar and this time we will bring diy with us and perhaps liza will like to join in too.
i wonder whether the staff still remember us but that night we didn't realise we're talking our heads off with the part owner of the island. he told us so many stories about the horse and even the goat on the island who ate up a tourist's business document. those were the days!
I told you I would return
When the dove makes his nest...
we'll come back, we'll come back...
semalam, aku pergi perhimpunan bulanan bersama menteri kita org yg baru. sepatutnya ni perhimpunan peringkat manager dan head-head yg lain tapi bos aku cuti, jadi dia suruh aku pergi. dia tu memang mengelat betullah.
sebenarnya, aku terlupa yg aku kena pergi benda alah tu. pagi tu masa aku nak bersiap, capai skirt, capai blouse, masa tu dah pukul 7.40am. aku rasa nak pergi ofis pukul 8, baru ngam sikit. tengah2 sarung baju tu, tetiba jer aku teringat pasal perhimpunan. ya Allah! macam mana boleh terlupa pulak ni. nak tukar baju kurung memang dah tak sempat. aiseh! tak sempat nak buat apa pun, terus kelam kabut sebab perhimpunan mula pukul 8am.
nasib baiklah Angkasapuri tu dekat dgn rumah. aku tak suka pergi sini. aku suka pergi kalau tengok HMI jer. hehehe...nasib baik jalan dah tak jam.
masa new pantai expressway ni free, jam macam gila apa! tak pernah2 jam kat situ boleh jadi jam. sekarang ni dah berbayar tol tu, kereta boleh bilang dgn jari. hehehe...aku kesian kat dia org tapi dalam masa yg sama aku lega sbb dia org dah tak nak lalu tempat ni. bukan apa, kalau lalu tu, bawak laju, berlagak padahal kau nampak susur keluar tu, bawaklah pelan sikit, ni tak, dihonnnya kita, dibaginya lampu tinggi. ek eleh! hah! kan dah kena bayar tol mahal.
sampai kat angkasapuri, dah ler kena jalan jauh nak ke auditorium tu. lepas tu tak kenal sesiapa pulaknya. nampak jugaklah beberapa boss dr agensi aku tapi tak ingin aku pegi duduk kat dia org tu. last2 aku duduk dgn org kementerian. lepas tu dari pukul 8 tu sampai pukul 9 lebih, aku duduk kat situ keras tak bercakap2.
kenapa ada perhimpunan bulanan agaknya ye? aku pergi, lepas tu aku nyanyi lagu, aku baca ikrar dan aku dengar menteri tu bagi amanat dia. lepas tu apa? perhimpunan kali ni menarik sikitlah kot sebab dapat menteri baru dan dia cakap macam2 benda baru nak buat. habis tu kalau menteri yg dulu, tiap2 bulan perhimpunan, takkan buat benda yg sama jer.
menteri baru ni kata dia nak buang persepsi org pasal satu stesen tv tu yg org selalu kata koman sgt. aku yg skeptikal ni cakap dalam hati boleh ke dia buat. aku ni tunggu jer apa yg dia boleh buat utk jadikan stesen tv tu sebagai benchmark dan trendsetter oleh stesen2 tv lain. menteri tu yg kata bukan aku yg kata. aku rasa memang kena tunggu dan lihat. aku bagi dia setengah tahun, kira baik jugaklah aku ni kan.
entahlah, unless dia tukar semua pekerja kat stesen tv tu baru boleh dpt perubahan kot tapi itu suatu yg mustahil. tengoklah macam mana. pasal agensi tempat aku kerja ni, dia nak mai melawat dua tiga hari lagi. ada apa2 ke yg dia nak usik kat agensi aku ni. boleh tak kalau aku suruh dia tukar bos aku? tak pun boleh tak aku suruh dia pecat GM aku yg tak berguna satu sen pun tu....
ahad semalam sgt berbeza dgn ahad minggu lepas. tapi yg pastinya kedua-dua ahad merupakan hari yg riang gembira.
ahad semalam menyaksikan aku balik dr seremban lebih awal dlm pukul 1 sebab ada urusan di mid valley. aku dgn diy ke mid valley kerana buat pertama kalinya, kelab ac milan malaysia membuat perjumpaan. aku tau pun secara kebetulan. dah nak balik dah petang jumaat tu tapi sempat belek suratkhabar sbb nak check game reds vs gunners pukul berapa tapi ternampak pulak artikel pasal gathering tu. nasib baik!! petang sabtu ari tu pulak, tetiba rasa nak balik seremban. so, pukul 6.30 pm terus balik kg. entah kenapa rasa rindu kat mak aku.
bila tiba hari ahad, dgn perasaan berdebar2 aku dgn diy pun scan lah food court kat mid valley tu, mana budak2 ni. kata nak jumpa kat sini tapi tak nampak satu jersey milan pun. yg kelakarnya, kat tingkat 3 ada promosi Euro2004, jadi lelaki2 yg datang mid valley semalam hampir separuh memakai jersey pelbagai negara. kita org jadi pening. hehehe...
akhirnya jumpa jugak meja dia org. adalah dalam enam org kat meja tu. alamak sikitnya org. dia org terus bagi borang utk diisi. dalam pada tu ada tiga org budak perempuan pun dtg duduk semeja dgn kita org. a fellow milanista jugak. tiga org tu adik2 jer. baru 19 thn. alamak, aku dan diy rasa, kta org kot yg paling tua kat situ. sheesh!
dalam sekelip mata, group tu dah berkembang jadi lebih 20 org. seronoknya tengok. perempuan adalah dalam 5 org. hehehe...buat perbincangan sikit macam mana nak gerakkan club ni, nak buat aktiviti apa, nak cari sponsor, nak cari clubhouse, nak daftar kat ROC. ish! banyak jugak kerja nak buat utk merealisasikan sesebuah kelab tu rupanya. aku dgn diy akan tolong mana yg patut. sponsor pun tak tau boleh dpt ke tak sbb dia org tu very sceptical dgn kelab2 serie A. cuba kalau sebut epl, mestilah dia org tu tak cukup tapak tangan, nyiru dia org tadahkan.
seronoknya semalam sbb dpt berborak pasal bola dgn bebudak tu. dari milan sampailah ke pasukan belanda. semuanya kami bincangkan. bertukar2 pendapat kata org. akhirnya, dapat jugak bercakap pasal bola intelligently dgn bebudak lelaki. tak tau bila lagi nak jumpa tapi yg pastinya aku berazam nak tengok kelab ni berjaya macam kelab2 lain jugak.
lepas perjumpaan tu, aku dgn diy jadi lapar gila. kita org survey tempat makan kat mid valley tu. rasa-rasa nak cuba sesuatu yg baru macam japanese food. ada satu restoran jepun yg baru bukak kat mid valley ni. namanya shokudo - lebih kurang restoran makanan segera jepun jugaklah tapi fusion style sbb ada campuran masakan jepun dan thai. makanannya pulak dalam bentuk bento box tu. aku dulu yg ajar aku makan bento box style ni, pen pal jepun aku. kita org makan masa pergi bercuti kat bintan island. dia boleh duduk tengok aku cuba satu persatu makanan yg ada dalam box tu. tapi aku kata aku surrender bab ikan mentah tu. hehehe...
kali ni aku memilih utk makan shokudo. ada nasi putih, red curry, ayam pandan, chicken gyoza, smoke salmon dan salad. aku order tambahan dessert mochi. rasa dia macam kuih koci + kuih bulan. hehehe...diy pilih green curry rice dgn tomyam + dessert pumpkin custard. air free refill. so, boleh order satu air pastu refill apa2 air yg kita org nak. memang lazat berkhasiat betul. hehehe...
lepas makan, pergi tengok promosi euro kat tingkat 3. ramainya manusia buat aku tak selesa. tengok booth, takde yg menarik. rasa nak cuba jugak buat tendangan penalti kat luar tu tapi segan sebab org ramai sgt. rupa2nya org ramai sbb nak tengok artis ferhad dgn Ruffedge ke ve??. entah aku pun confuse. terjumpak plak classmate diy kat itm budak badge aku jugaklah. dia keje dgn advertising agency dan agency dia terlibat dgn promosi tu. so, lepak kat luar berborak dekat nak satu jam. catch up pasal bebudak badge. apsal tak pernah nak join dia org semua. malas aku jawab.
lepas tu singgah kedai haiwan pet's wonderland beli makanan gendon. sekarang dia makan banyak sgt. rasa2 boleh bankrap dibuatnya. carik pasir gendon tak jumpa yg best. nak tak nak, kena pergi uptown jugak ni. sampai damansara hujan punyalah lebat. tapi parking punyalah banyak. sekarang ni kalau nak pergi uptown, pergi masa hujan, parking banyak kosong.
dulu parking satu tempat lepas tu jalanlah sepanjang2 deretan kedai tu. sanggup. tiga kedai favourite kat situ kedai vcd, kedai haiwan dan secret recipe. setiap kedai jaraknya selang 6-7 buah kedai. jauh giler. tapi semalam sbb parking kosong, kita org buat kerja giler. habis satu kedai masuk kereta pegi kedai satu lagi, habis satu kedai masuk kereta pegi kedai satu lagi. lepas tu gelak macam nak giler. kita org ni memang layak utk masuk asylum one of these days.
satu hari yang riang gembira dan penat. balik rumah, diy berjaga nak tengok game arsenal. aku plak tidur sebab penat drive dari seremban ke pantai dalam ke mid valley ke damansara ke pantai dalam.
n/b: satu yg menarik tentang perkataan alamak. perkataan alamak kita mempunyai sama makna dgn perkataan alamak jepun. tak tau sapa tiru sapa. sama jugak dengan perkataan campur. seorang kawan berbangsa french-algerian yg telah lama menetap di sini sgt suka menyebut perkataan alamak. kelakar bila dia menyebut alamak dgn pelat2 frenchnya tu. hehehe...
sebelum aku pindah kl, mak aku pernah pesan, hidup berjiran tu elok2 sikit, bertolak ansur, tolong-menolong, bertegur sapa selalu. aku pun iya-iyakanlah.
fast forward empat thn kemudian, sampai sekarang pun aku tak tau nama jiran sebelah rumah aku. yg aku tau dia org husband and wife. tapi aku tak pernah dengar satu bunyi pun dari rumah dia org ni. bunyi tv pun tak pernah. cakap lagilahkan. kita org bising camna pun takde langsung respons dr rumah sebelah. depan rumah aku, ada dua lagi rumah. dulu, depan rumah aku couple india. tgh malam gaduh macam nak rak. sekarang ni pasangan melayu. selalu senyum jerlah. sebelah rumah couple melayu tu kosong sampai sekarang. dulu ada student duduk situ. budak african buat master kat ukm. tak pernah cakap, senyum jer. tapi masa dia nak pindah, dia ketuk pintu rumah kita org sbb nak bagi tong gas free. best ah budak tu.
tingkat rumah aku ni tingkat 12 memang sunyi giler. aku rasa kalau rumah yg paling bising pun rumah kita org. dgn bunyi gitar, dgn bunyi kucing dan dgn jeritan dan gelak ketawa kita org macam bunyi 10 org.
duduk apartment ni, atap kita lantai orang, lantai kita atap org, dinding kita, dinding org.
setakat ni kita org takde masalah dgn jiran2 satu floor tapi jiran atas kita org ni selalu bertukar2 org. sekarang punya jiran tingkat atas best sikit sbb dia org pun kaki bola so kalau kita org jerit, dia org takleh marah sbb dia org pun jerit jugak. tapi dia org ni siang malam bertukang. kita org pun tak tau apa yg ditukangkan. aku cakap dgn zal, baik kau check bilik air, entah2 dia org pasang kamera. kah!kah!kah! tak pun dengar macam perabot yg diseret. pagi, petang, siang, malam pulaknya. kadang2 dengar bunyi org berlari. rumah hantu apa??? diy kata rumah urut kot???
tapi kita org punya jiran tingkat atas tahun lepas memang jiran from hell. kalau nak diikutkan apartment kita org ni ada dua blok. kalau time bola, dua2 blok tu memang boleh dengar setiap tingkat jeritan yg pelbagai ikut pasukan masing2. tapi jiran atas kita org ni tah apa yg dia dengki sangat dgn kita org entah. aku memang dendam dgn dia org. setiap kali kita org jerit, dia org pun jerit suruh diam. kita org ni nampak jer brutal tapi penakut sebenarnya, so kita org tak pernah jawab pun. senyap sekejap tapi lepas tu kita org bising balik. yelah! tengok bola takkan nak senyap jer. boleh tekanan perasaan apa!!!!
tahun lepas, masa musim champions league, kita org banyak berjaga pagi. aku rasa masa semi final milan-inter, dah nak last2 minute tu, kita org dah celebrate gila sbb tau milan akan ke final. jeritlah, sorak macam nak giler tetiba tup! gelap-gelita letrik takde. menyumpah tnb berbakul2. masa tu dah pukul 5 pagi kot. kita org terus lari keluar nak tengok rumah lain ada letrik ke tak. eh! apsal rumah org lain ada? eh! zal kau bayar ke tak duit letrik? ke kau pegi buat beli aiskrim duit tu? kita org tanya zal! zal jawab, apa lak? gua dah bayarlah.
kita org pun teponlah hotline tnb. dia org pun beriya2 cakap nak hantar org. tapi sampai pagi kita org nak gi kerja, batang hidung pun tak nampak. semua pegi kerja dgn tudung dan baju tak bergosok. hampeh!!! balik keja, letrik dah ada balik. lama jugak kita org pikir, camna boleh jadi camtu. tapi kejadian tu tinggal jadi misteri.
weekendnya tu, kita org tengok game milan kat serie A. as usual, game selalu pukul 2.30 pagi. dekat2 nak habis gak game tu, letrik tiba2 terpadam. eh, ni tak boleh jadi ni. pegi luar tengok rumah org ada letrik. tepon tnb lagi. tak lama lepas tu dua org staff tnb datang. lepas tu pakcik dua org tu marah kita org pulak. dia cakap apsal kau org cabut tutup kotak letrik ni. kita org ni lagilah blur. huh! tutup kotak? ada tutup ke sebelum ni? kita org tengok jiran sebelah dgn jiran depan, a'ah lah ada tutup. tapi kita org tak perasan pun sebelum ni ada ke tak tutup tu.
pakcik tu tuduh kita org pulak yg cabut tutup tu. dia kata karang kena kejutan letrik baru tau. sbb tulah takde letrik. lepas tu dia tuduh kita org tak bayar plak. apa hal!!!!pakcik tutup kotak tu dengan cellophane tape sambil membebel2. pastu dia kata entah2 ada org nak sabotaj rumah korang. lepas pakcik tu balik, kita org meeting sekejap. entah2 jiran atas kot yg curi tutup kotak tu. takpe kita tunggu esok pagi.
tengah hari esoknya tu, kita org dengar bunyi tapak kaki kat depan rumah kita org. bila bukak je pintu, takde org tapi tengok kat kotak letrik tu, tutupnya dah ada balik dan cellophane tape tu dah dibuang ke lantai. sah! ini memang kerja org atas. tapi yg bestnya, dia org terkejut kot tengok camna boleh ada tape kat kotak tu sbb lepas tu dia org dah tak buat lagi kerja tu.
satu hari tu kita org naik tingkat atas ikut tangga. lepas tu buat2 jalan kat level tu nak tengok sape jiran atas kita org tu. cis! rupa2nya semua staff tnb yg duduk kat situ. padanlah tau camna nak sabotaj power. cis!!!ni kira dah menyalahgunakan kepandaian dia org. hampeh!!!!!!!kes aniaya ni!!!!kita org plan nak balas dendam dgn mencuri surat dia org tapi sampai dia org pindah, plan tu tak pernah pun dilaksanakan.
aku rasa masih ada saki baki staff tnb yg duduk kat tingkat atas tapi taklah sejahat jiran yg dulu tu. panik ohh!!! bila rumah kita sorang je takde letrik lepas tu sakit hati lagi tengah syok2 tengok bola tetiba letrik takde. kalaulah mak aku tau, mesti dia salahkan aku tapi dah tentulah aku takkan cerita kat mak aku....
harap2 takkan ada lagi gangguan daripada jiran tingkat atas kita org lagi lepas ni. tapi kita org masih lagi musykil apa agaknya yg dia org ketuk2 tu. hmmm!!!!
kak maya tunjuk kat aku satu artikel dalam metro hari ni. mula2 dia tanya kat kita org siapa pernah baca komik bujal?? aku terus terbayangkan wajah si bujal tu. berjerawat, rambut stail mop dan baju belang2.
rupanya artikel tu pasal pelukis komik bujal. pelik, dulu masa kecik2 aku selalu nak tau sapelah pelukis bujal ni. camna rupa dia agaknya. macam mana dia boleh dpt idea lukis dan cipta komik bujal ni. sampai dah lupa, nasib baik ada artikel dalam metro ni. ler, kawan aku yg tulis rupanye.
penciptanya ialah Nasah atau nama sebenarnya Sharif Hasan. tengok gambar dia, dah tua pakcik ni, dah 58 tahun. masih lagi melukis. aku respek giler kat dia. rasa nak gi jumpa dia dan cakap terima kasih banyak2 sbb bagi aku satu bahan pembacaan yg sgt berharga masa aku kecik dulu. kalaulah ada lagi komik bujal ni sekarang. aku sanggup beli buat koleksyen.
baca komik bujal memang kelakar tapi sarat dgn nasihat. komik tu tak fancy macam komik superman ke x-men ke atau pun MAD tapi aku sayang sgt kat komik tu. dia takde lawan2 pedang macam pedang setiawan tapi untuk budak yg tak berapa nak berkawan cam aku ni, bujal membawak aku ke satu dunia yg lain, dunia bujal dan rakan2nya.
artikel tu membawa aku kembali ke zaman silam. zaman berebutkan komik bujal dgn abang2 aku. semuanya kenangan indah belaka. walaupun aku dah lama lupakan bujal tapi bila disebut semula, wajah dan karakter bujal terus muncul di kepala. betapa powernya watak ciptaan pakcik Nasah tu. sekali lagi aku mau berterima kasih pada dia. rupanya, hero masa kecilku bukan superman, bukan batman, bukan doraemon, bukan Awan atau Badai tetapi Bujal.
my heart bleeds yet i could not feel the pain;
my eyes teary yet i could not cry;
i am numb, numb, numb...
yesterday, when my colleague told me that milan would have an easy win, i told him he'd be wrong because my instinct told me that they would lost. how i wish milan would proved me wrong. but they didn't. after watching football for so long, almost all my life, i had kind of developed an instinct that most of the time was absolutely correct. how i wish i didn't have this cursed sixth sense.
after pandiani's goal, zal couldn't bare to watch the game. she went into the living room while diy and i were still cautiously optimistic. after goal number three, i took out my guitar and started plucking. at this rate, i couldn't bare to watch the game but i couldn't bare not to watch either. at the end, both diy and i got to watch the spaniards celebrated their win.
and the saddest thing was, you could not help but respected depo's players because all four goals weren't simply lucky kind of goal but they were beautiful and brilliant. all goals were shot and earned from highly skilled individuals. a striker pandiani and three midfielders valeron, luque and fran were all depo needed to kill the rossonero's dream. they didnt even need tristan, the other striker. this was total football at its best. depo was fantastic, they outshadowed milan in every department.
milan players looked very similar to the arsenal players. they all looked winded. excuses, what kind of excuses that could do justice to the way milan was defeated???
granted sheva just got back from a facial injury no thanks to the friendly, inzaghi never regained his form after the long injury and it's only a second game for nesta after a long injury. he hesitated too much, he didn't read the game well, so out of character for him.
what's tomasson's excuse? he's not injured, he's as much a poacher as inzaghi is and he was supposed to be in top form. what excuse will kaka give when he hesitated to shoot the ball in the one on one situation? what excuse could seedorf give for all his bad passings. what excuse could pirlo give for not giving even a single decent cross. what excuse could all the defenders give for not being able to defend their precious penalty box????
wei, korang kalau nak kalah pun, kalah sikit2 sudahlah. ni tak, it's crash boom bang sort of defeat. sheesh! malu akulah woi. however, blind faith and blind loyalty will see me supporting milan for the rest of my life...forza milan! forza nesta!
dear diy,
i know words are cheap and that nothing i say will comfort you. but i want you to know that you'll never walk alone, ok. i mean the gunners defeat to the blues this morning was not the end of the world for them. they still have the epl to fight for. it's just that u seemed so dejected after the game i didn't know what to say.
you have to admit that they played badly in the second half. henry was especially invisibled so was pires. i know that the league and fa cup schedules weren't exactly kind to them. they did look burnt out. they may have lost but a loser they are not. i am sorry, i guess that was easy for me to say because im not an arsenal fan.
to win a champions league is every club's dream. in arsenal's case, it was so near yet so far. better luck next time maybe. reyes may be the man to make that dream comes true someday. who knows!!
you still have milan tu support though. let's hope they will win it for the 7th times. oh yes, at least you can take comfort from the real madrid defeat. i was laughing all the way to the office. so much for treble and with valencia breathing down their neck, i dont think they can make it.
however, there's one catch in this letter of sympathy. i am sorry for i cannot be a good friend for you this friday when arsenal meet liverpool. so, i hope you'll forgive me if i wanted very much for the Reds to win, it's crucial for them you know. they need the fourth place to be able to play in the CL. i hope you'll understand.
ciao!
yours sincerely,
sitinesta
i received an sms from liza yesterday:
liza: i got an offer to go to venice for 10 days. all-paid-for trip, but i don't know anybody, should i go????
should i go? what kind of questions is that? lucky, the traffic light was red and i had already pulled the hand break, otherwise my car would have lurched forward and banged into the mercedes in front. hehehe...
you have to go my friend, if not for your sake, at least for mine. you know how much i wanted to go to italy. i dreamed about it for so long. we've known each other since form one and that was like 17 years ago and all those years you had to patiently listened to me raved and raved about italy. and you know that i am still saving like crazy for that stupid "road to italy fund". i still don't know if i could make it or not.
and now u've been given a chance to go, bloody hell don't think, just go. i was screaming on the phone yesterday. pity liza, i hope you're not going to be deaf or anything like that. i am terribly jealous right now and at the same so ecstatic for her. everybody is going somewhere this year. even dania, my little friend is going to europe this year. sheesh!!
it's spring right now in europe and i can just imagine her riding on the gondola. the only gondola i'd ever ridden was at the genting highland's indoor park, a poor substitute for the real thing.
judging from my pathetic "road to italy fund", i don't think i'll have a first hand experience in italy any time soon. so, liza, if you're reading this my friend, please go because deep down i know, going to italy is one of your dreams too. benvenuto italia
yeah, finally some kind of wonderful from the Liverpool players. it's only blackburn but still there's some satisfaction derived from watching Owen & Co's attacking prowess. i didn't want to be in Graeme Souness's shoes, that's for sure.
however, im too lazy write a full report.
first goal: kewell to heskey to owen (7 minutes)
second goal: diouf to owen but todd got there first and scored an own goal (22 minutes)
third goal: diouf to owen (24 minutes)
fourth goal: baros to heskey (78 minutes)
all three goals were scored brilliantly.
there's so much passion in gerrard whenever he plays you cannot help but feel how much he loves The Reds. it's sad to watch marcus babbel played in the opposite team. if only liverpool gave him a chance????
switching over to supersport and continued watching the second half of milan-modena. missed the first half because of the liverpool's match. the milan's game wasn't so important compared to liverpool. still, it's a disappointment to watch the sloppiness of milan's defense resulted in modena's equaliser. nesta's first game since his injury. still not up to his par. modena played liked a barbarian. horrible tackle, shirt&short tugging and hands flying everywhere. they're dangerous to play with. there's still hope yet for milan though since juve lost ground when they lost to inter.
forza liverpool! forza milan! forza nesta!
Krist Novoselic's Eulogy
On behalf of Dave, Pat, and I, I would like to thank you all for your concern at this time. We remember Kurt for what he was: caring, generous, and sweet. Let's keep the music with us. We'll always have it... Forever. Kurt had an ethic towards his fans that was rooted in the punk rock way of thinking. No band is special, no player royalty. But if you've got a guitar and a lot of soul just bang something out and mean it. You're the superstar. Plugged in the tones and rhythms that are uniquely and universally human: music. Heck... use your guitar as a drum, just catch the groove and let it flow out of your heart. That's the level Kurt spoke to us on: in our hearts, and that's where he, and the music, will always be, forever.
Kurt D. Cobain killed himself on the 5th of april, 1994. i was shocked to the core man. he's kind of an idol to me at least when i was still a teenager who loved to rebel without a cause.
the first few months in itm, i was a lost cause, a loner who couldn't fit in with anybody. i didn't have any friend and missing my high school friends terribly. it was kurt's songs that i listened to, day and night. my walkman was my best friend. i could feel his anger, his disappointment through his songs. he's an outcast just like me. well, that was until i met Diy. hehehehe....
rest in peace, kurt....
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