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Mata Hati

Besok pagi saya akan menggagahkan hati untuk ke hospital di mana emak saya dirawat, lama sebelum keberangkatan beliau bertemu Pencipta. Agak banyak juga bekalan lampin pakai-buang dewasa yang tersisa. Hendaknya menjadi sekelumit bantuan di Wad 4 Lantai 6 hospital tersebut yang kafeterianya berdinding ungu.

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Hati saya yang kurang gagah ini sebenarnya bimbang. Kalau-kalau ada yang lebih tidak gagah. Seperti mata saya yang bundar ini. Maka entry ini adalah sebagai Peringatan Lembut supaya saya besok jangan memakai mascara. Kalau pakai juga, nescaya jenama Revlon tidak akan mengambil saya menjadi duta mascara mereka. Malah mengeluarkan bi-product berjenama Raccoon.

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Angel

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Remembering Mom at Mom’s

Port of Call.

Her battle was lost during the last year of her beautiful life. She lost it. Her memory. She used to collect everything she could collect. She used to keep everything she could keep. Just so she could hang on to everything she could hang on to. So she wouldn’t forget. So she would remember it all.

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And then she forgot it all. She lost it all. She even forgot where she was. All she could hang on to was her name and where she met the love of her life. All she remembered was where she was when she was young and when she was in love.

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She was in the Port of Dickson’s. She was in love.

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And that was the last beach I took her to, on which she walked as though she knew it was her last walk on the beach. I think she knew it. What she didn’t know was where the love of her life had been. It was all gone before she could let it go. And then she let go.

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She left.

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Laksana Laksa

Adasaperlaparlaksapokrovskyakakka?

 

Akak berterima kasih dan sangat-sangat menghargai komentar yang telah ditinggalkan oleh kawan akak di blog entry Laksa Mana? yang mana komentar beliau tersebut telah menyedarkan akak bahawa sesungguhnya meletak gambar hiasan adalah sangat mengelirukan lagi menyinggung perasaan banyak pihak – terutamanya pihak akak – sekiranya tidak diberi akreditasi dengan sewajarnya.

 

Rakan akak, Ida Chomelmera, juga telah menyedarkan akak bahawa akak sebenarnya tersinggung dengan kerajaan Rusia yang telah menutup pasar Vietnam di Ishmaelova dan Pushkinskaya yang tak berapa nak kaya itu. Kerana penutupan sedemikian kini telah memustahilkan akak daripada mendapatkan bekalan Bunga Kantan dan Daun Kesum!

 

Menyedari akan hakikat ketiadaan Bunga Kantan dan Daun Kesum di bumi Ra Ra Rasputin ini, akak akui gambar yang akak tampalkan bersama entry Laksa Mana? itu adalah gambar harapan perasaan akak je semasa menulis entry tersebut. Tak percaya cubalah Image Google dan taipkan perkataan Laksa. Berlaksa-laksa gambar laksa yang menggiur lagi meliurkan anda akak ada di sana.

 

Sesungguhnya harapan akak untuk meletakkan gambar sebenar Laksa Pokrovsky akak telah hancur sirna kerana suami akak yang menyenduk dan mencedok dinner malam semalam telah mem-BLOB-kan kuah laksa akak dengan tidak cantik nya.  Akak sampai sekarang tak tau apa perkataan BLOB tu kalau diterjemahkan dalam bahasa Kelumpo. Dah tentu tak ada dalam Longman Dictionary 1989 yang akak dapat masa buat TESL dulu.

 

Akan tetapi akak telah mengadakan siaran ulangan malam ni dengan tayangan second round Laksa Pokrovsky leftover dan telah mengambil beberapa foto dengan kamera Cik Canon Konon akak. Dan seiring dengan entry ini, akak sekali lagi berterima kasih kepada kawan akak, Ida Chomelmera, yang juga rakan seperjuangan akak dulu sama-sama menegakkan bahasa Omputeh sebagai bahasa mak-lidah, mak-tekak dan mak-donal. Walaupun akak masih memperjuangkan English Grammar, akak tetap boleh berbahasa mak engkau ni ha.

 

Cakap pasal mak engkau, Laksa Pokrovsky ini sebetulnya akak buat sempena mengenang mak akak yang sangat-sangat sukakan Laksa. Beliau pulang ke pangkuan Ilahi pada hari Rabu, maka akak pun buatkan lah Laksa pada hari Rabu. Mau tak menangis makan Laksa Pokrovsky akak semalam! Sengaja akak kurangkan garam sebab dah tau garam lain akan meleleh masuk.

 

 

Salah satu cara akak memanas dan meracun diri.

 

 

 

Postlude:
Tahukah anda bahawa Daun Kesum juga dikenali sebagai Daun Senehum atau Daun Senohom di beberapa tempat di Malaysia? Jikalau anda tidak percaya, cubalah dengan tidak Senonoh nya anda menyental Daun Kesum yang baru dipetik dan dicarik-carik ke bahagian bawah hidung anda (di antara hidung and bibir anda yang banyak Songeh itu). Aaaaa cuba lah!

 

 

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Sore Sorry

Let’s admit it. The English language does not teach us the best expression to give or say when hearing bad news such as deaths, divorces, injuries, accidents, and yeah please feel free to lengthen the list. SORRY is probably the most versatile one-size-fits-all word that most people use and over-use much more often than we should. Really.

I don’t blame you when you said, “Sorry to hear about your Mom’s passing, Enida.” In fact, I would’ve said the same thing to you. Or to Enida. I have said the same thing to many friends on their Mom’s, Dad’s, sibling’s, cat’s, and iguana’s passing. The thing is, I have a bigger expression problem. How do I react to that “Sorry”?

Do I say:

  • “Ah, it’s okay.”
  • “Thank you.”
  • “Don’t be sorry.”

Or do I keep on doing what I have been doing. Joking about the expression:

  • “Sorry? What are you sorry for? Did you do anything I shouldn’t know?”
  • “Aaah that’s okay. There was nothing you could’ve done to save her anyway.”
  • “Don’t be sorry. Of all the people, I should be sorry. I was there and I didn’t do anything.”

Oh yeah, I am harsh. Kasar bunyinya, isn’t it? But I mean, really… I kinda know how to react to condolences. I say thank you. But when people say sorry to hear that my Mom has passed away, the two languages I speak have failed me of appropriate and meaningful responses.

First of all, if your Mom passes away… I don’t think ‘sorry’ is how I really feel. I am probably able to feel your sorrow because I am now feeling it.  Since my Mom returned to her beloved Creator 15 days ago, I think I can relate very well. Unfortunately, “Sorry” – sorry to say – is not sorrow.

I am known, therefore, to have said it all by hugs, or the touch of my hand, and the “Awwww…” expression on my face. I believe these actions would say it better than any words. Sorry included.

Secondly, I wouldn’t say sorry just because that’s what our father did, and his father before him, and his father’s father before him did. Can’t we evolve the language’s forms and functions a little bit here? Hello, the year is 2009! Does sorry seem to be the hardest word still?

When I am not there to hug, touch and make faces, I am known to plagiarize quote sayings in greeting cards for condolences. Worse comes to worst wordwise, I would just say, “God knows best, luv.”  I am also known to usually say nothing at all. People can think I don’t care that their Moms, Dads, siblings, cats and iguanas have passed on. But I am better off saying nothing than saying sore sorries that I don’t mean or don’t know the meaning of, am I not?

Now now, don’t you go berkecil hati with me turning your face away now thinking that I am judging you by what you said! You meant well when you said, “I am sorry to hear about your Mom’s passing, Enida.” I know you. I know you well.

Of all that I am sorry for, I am sorry that our language is not equipped with, and thus, does not let us say how we truly feel. It’s not your fault that English is not a perfect language. You didn’t invent it. Neither did you invent Bahasa Malaysia. No, you’re not that great old.

I know you are not sorry that my Mom is in a better place. I’m not. I am only sorry that she won’t get to see me turning 60 and counting my black hairs. Yes, I am going to be a Flat White by the time I’m 40. A latte gal that I am. I am only sorry that Mom won’t be there to see my first farmhouse on the Prairie land just like the one she used to see on the Little House on The Prairie show. I was her brown Melissa Gilbert back then.

I know you’re not sorry that my Mom is closer to God in heaven now and watching over me with a smile. Kitreena is ever so envious that Grandma now has wings and has been granted her wishes to fly. I am only sorry that I would have no ‘reference point’ to get back at my daughter. 🙂 Mom used to tell Kitreena stories about me when I was Kitreena’s age. My stories have ended at six and a half. Mom took the stories with her. Along with many many many other stories.

That… I am sorry for.

Bay-watching and be watched by an angel with wings.

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Losing Phase

Dear Linda,
With heavy heart I read your email to Yahoo Group. With heavier heart I have been reading our friends’ notes to you. My inner voice yearns to reach out to you and say something wise to soothe you or to make your grieving for your father’s passing halfway easier. The thing is, I don’t know what to say. I wish I could go on and on saying something by not saying it. I don’t think I have to tell you to be strong either. You already are.

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And the truth is, my sister and I are now preparing ourselves to face a similar loss to what you just experienced. Our mother is slipping away, atrociously consumed by cancer of the blood. All I can tell myself is that…when the time comes, I hope I can be brave enough to say, “I am happy for Mom, for she has gone to a better place. “

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By the looks of it, you have been very brave.

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Heaved,
Enida

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