My mind went running on several different paths petang semalam. On one path, the direction was towards jangan berkecil hati dengan seseorang who was talking to me like there was no tomorrow one night, and the next day was being like the coldest Siberian winter towards me. My thought wandered for a few miles if I had said something unforgivably wrong, terribly offensive or hurtfully inappropriate. Tapi rasanya tak. We had a good conversation that ended well. With Mimpi Manis wishes and all. Dah lama tak ada that kind of reasonably fun conversation.
On a parallel path, I was telling myself supaya tak payah nak merasa sangat lah. Kita masing-masing dah tua. Kalau tersinggung, let it be known to the person yang menyinggung. Tell it as it is. Be done with it. Daripada going cold on me like I didn’t matter, sangat unnecessary. Tak baik tau. For a good parallel few miles, I did set an intention to act back even colder. I should have just disappeared. But then the expression “Apa pulak?” kept bonking violently on my head. Ah! Buang masa lah.
And then again, perpendicular to the paths I was running back and forth on, I thought — as I was peeling Pisang Berangan yang baru sampai from Panda Mart — manusia are like bananas. Ada macam-macam jenis, rupa, rasa, attributes and attitudes. Terimalah hakikatnya, Enida. On another note, pisang yang paling sedap to me is Pisang Berangan of course. Not as big as those commercial Cavendish that I often terbeli yang muda lagi kelat. Not too small like those Pisang Emas either. Nak bawa belayar pun buat penat peeling aja.
What pisang I layan is really up to me. I don’t mind pisang berbuah dua tiga empat lima enam kali. My dad recently gave me an extremely sharp parang to trim pelepah pisang tua off of his pohon pisang in his kebun. I had so much fun mencantas dan menebas. All fell to the ground in just one libas each and every time!
I want to do it all over again soon.
Questa è Enida 
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