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The Loo Toot

To Wiz, my Biskut Lutut Buddy…

Palotchki

Ketaq Lootoot

Catapulting a palotchki, kharasyo. And the Palotchki ran away with the Spoon.

A knee that is no bigger than a big toe.

Knees capped airtightly

 

I almost did the kissing-the-ground scene at Alye Parusa punyalah ketaq pala lootoot when I saw this Russian Palotchki, no kidding me Rasputin! Although they are no bigger than your biggest toes – see the McD’s Porridge spoon reference – they certainly of the same idea with our Biskut Lutut. In fact, it is a refined and luxuriated version crossed somewhere between our Biskut Jari, Biskut Lutut and Roti Kering. Takes a while to soften when I dip ’em in me Kopi ‘O. I almost have to gigit manja on one tip to break it open for easy absorption.

 

Knee lah dia saja nak buat hingaq habaq pi kat hangpa. Chek dok ghenyeh mat yeh hilang dah laa segala ketaq pala lootoot knee tadi. Palotchki ka, palotchka ka… kopi pait pun tak pa. Muka chek dah maneh melecaih dapat jumpak barang pemakan oghang kampung kita kneeh!

 

Glossary for Neil

lootoot (from lutut) = knee
jari = finger
biskut = biscuit/crackers/cookies
roti = bread
kering = dry
kopi ‘O = black coffee with sugar
ketaq (from ketar) = tremble
pala (from kepala) = head
buah pala = nutmeg [not in the text]
gigit = bite
manja = adorable
gigit manja = nibble/bite playfully

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Puas Sudah

Dalam banyak-banyak lagu sempena bulan puasa ni, ada satu yang sedang berputar ligat tak berhenti-henti di benak saya sejak petang. It’s not even Raya yet. But you know how time is marked by songs. And you know how some songs can follow you like a langau for a few hours, days and – in some serious cases – months at a time, don’t you? Some songs even stay to be your lifetime theme song. Cue: Ally McBeal.

 

Well, the Ramadhan song I’m talking about is:

 

Bulan Ramdan yang mulia
umat Islam berpuasa
menunai rukun ketiga
beramal dan ibadat
kita di bumi Allah
ingat hari akhirat

Bersatu dan berusha
mencapai cita mulia
seia dan sekata
maju hidup bersama
untuk diri keluarga
ugama bangsa dan negara

Jangan leka
laburlah segera
Amanah Saham Nasional sedia
menjaga pelaburan setiap ketika
laburlah segera
segera labur segera

 

Does this song ring anybody else’s bell, I wonder. Oh! It has been ringing mine like a broken alarm clock every time I come online and see the word Ramadhan these past weeks. The same song keeps playing in my mind actually, about this time of the year every year. Especially now that I am away again. It’s louder and clearer. Clear melear!

 

Funny though, how the new Ramadhan songs just don’t sit with me. They don’t even stick to me. I keep going back to this probably 1979’s Ramadhan song. Or was it 1980 when Amanah Saham Nasional was first introduced? Ever wondered why Permodalan Nasional Berhad  used Ramadhan to encourage investing in ASN? Relativity theory anyone?

 

I so lah derailed nya. I know.

 

Sepohon kayu daunnya rimbun...Anyway, I can almost see the choir that originally sang this song in front of an astaka for the Musabaqah that year. How their hands put together before their chest, left thumb resting on the four other fingers of the right hand. And how kembang kempis their noses went, singing the song ever so enthusiastically! Almost patriotically – if not religiously.

 

And I can almost smell what was cooking in Mom’s kitchen of our one-bedroom rumah sewa (RM45 per month in the 70’s) beralamat 745-U Lorong 2 Kg. Jana Baru. Seriously, that tiny house only had one bedroom and the bedroom did not even have the daun pintu! The only pintu you could find inside the house was the bathroom door. Made out of a piece of zinc and cheap plywood Z-frame. Well, we were just grateful we didn’t have to do our business terang bulan!

 

Life was simple then. We never over-ate in Ramadhan like a lot of people do now. There was no excuse to have one Bazaar Ramadhan in every half a km ridiculous radius! Pasar minggu was always enough for a week stock-up. All kuehs were homemade whenever we had extra tepung. When there wasn’t, biskut lutut, biskut jari, biskut bulat masin, biskut mayat, or any biskut kering was always in store. Though we always had to ration, always had to share, not once did we go hungry. Not ever! Of course I did, bila mogok lapar tak dapat 15¢ beli sepeket bunga api cap kepala kucing hitam! We were poor and yet we had everything. Yes, every thing.

 

Uh… what was I talking about asalnya tadi? Aaahh lagu bulan puasa! I was going to move on to write about lifetime theme songs, sebenarnya. But really think I should make my way to the fridge scrounging for some leftover jarred sardines I tumis-ed the other day with ginger, garlic and lotsa bawang besar.

 

Only poor men can?They do have canned sardines here of course. (They have canned everything! If they could can snow, I bet they would.) But feeling a bit curious the other day when shopping at Alye Parusa, I got me some jarred Norwegian sardines. They are not as good as the Cap Ayam ones, but no less than Cap Ligo. Definitely not the kind of food Abramovich would eat. His sardines might as well come in gold cans. But hey… what money can buy.

 

All said, I often think the word PUASA should be spelled without the ‘a’ at the end.

 

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Rantau Abang

Abang sayang, abang di mana? Hati risau mengenang dikau...

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Kenangan Di Rantau Abang was one of my favorite songs when I was just eight, nine or so. I got so emotional in a child-ish way just imagining the hamparan permaidani indah, lirik-melirik permata nilam ku gelisah. I remember asking my Mom what it meant because I had a suspicion that the gentleman Rafeah Buang was missing in this song was about to marry somebody else in Rantau Abang! Mom hushed me up saying that it was none of an eight-or-nine-year-old business.

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And when Sheila Majid sang this song in her Sheila-Majid-ly way, I was about 15 or somewhere there. It was love at the second sound the second time around. Still I had the suspicion about the permaidani and permata nilam. But by then, after many many visits to Dungun, Paka, Kuala Trengganu (for Bintang RTM recording) and to Rantau Abang… I knew how easy it was for one  to get oneself a mustika kalbu – or two – whenever one visited Trengganu. Men from the east coast were charmers.

 Rantau Abang Charmer

Are they still?

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Kenangan Di Rantau Abang

Rafeah Buang

Tenang malam ini
Angin malam lalu
Membawa pesan dari
Mustika kalbu

Nyiur nan melambai
Bulan nan mengambang
Hati kini terdampar
Di Rantau Abang

Di sana ku melihat
Hamparan permaidani indah
Lirik melirik permata nilam
Ku gelisah

Ku tanya pada malam
Bintang bertabur mengapa suram
Hatiku resah dan merindu
Di Rantau Abang

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Name On You!

Enida and KaCherDo you look back, recall, reminisce, and remember? I do. Though I don’t look back as often as I should, reminisce as much as I would like to… I do remember a lot of things. I remember songs and lyrics, I remember movies and scenes, I remember events and emotions. And I do remember names and faces. In fact, since my memory capacity has everything to do with my facts, I remember names mostly. Some more vivid than others. And some longer than the rest.

 

But the name Koo (or is it Khoo?) Chong Teng always brings me back to that chubby smiley face. Everytime he smiled, his eyes would form two straight horizontal lines. I always imagined, with that baby-face he must’ve smelled like Johnson&Johnson baby powder too. He was, by the way, one of the Bintang RTM contestants in the same year with Rohana Jalil if I am not mistaken. Since I don’t particularly like the type of voice that vibrates too much, Koo Chong Teng was never my favorite. (Ruhil Amani’s voice is worse!) But Koo Chong Teng’s Melaka-speak made me sit up straight in front of the TV. Loved it!

 

And then there was Ferri Anugerah Makmur, of course. I still hum his “Bila Janji Itu Mungkir” number to this day. And that, mind you, has nothing to do with his invitation last month for us to work together on a charity project. Well, like Koo Chong Teng’s, I found Ferri Anugerah Makmur’s smiles to be memorable – for lack of a better word. But the name itself, has been memorable. Oh darn! I forgot to ask him the burning question my friends have been bugging my mind with. That is, if he got teased when he was a boy, especially by people from Penang. With a unique name like his, I am pretty sure patience would be his virtue, or rather his anugerah (gift), if he did get teased. But somehow, I always look at his name as the English  fairy rather than the Malay feri.

 

Budiman Perwira Negara bin Husin. Yes, it is a real name. Not in a short story in the Mastika or Sarina magazines in the 70’s and 80’s, or the likes. This form-four boy was a junior to a form-five me at Abu Bakar School Temerloh Pahang when I did my (equivalent to) grade 10 and 11 back then. A good boy, he was. Always a leader, and always a friendly and an approachable leader.

 

I first heard of the name Budiman Perwira Negara in my Biology class, mentioned by my Biology teacher whose name was Noor Sinaran Chaya binti Dolkefflee. She believed her father had mispelled the Chaya part and meant it to be Cahaya instead. (I just Googled the name, and what d’ya know… Puan Noor Sinaran Chaya has her own tuition center now.) And uh, Puan Noor Sinaran Chaya was also the one who found a ‘secret admirer’ letter I wrote to Mr. Armia, accidentally slipped into my Biology workbook which I never intended to mail! Auwww I kantoi big time!

 

Roslan Burok is another name I will never forget. If you (the 50’s, 60’s and early 70’s babies) noticed, this name always appeared the longest on the credit roll Drama Minggu Ini slot Sunday evenings. That was because he was the producer of many of those drama episodes. Roslan Burok was the talented culprit who made us down our dinner after the sundown prayers as if the kitchen were closing or tornado were coming! I never understood how it worked back then, but from my observation, whenever ND Lala was on the slot, Roslan Burok’s name never failed to be there. Like the one that featured ND Lala and Haslina Kamsan in Pisang Udang, ND Lala and Marlia Musa in Nasinya Tumpah. I am not sure about ND Lala and Liza Abdullah in Penghujung Rindu, though. Anyway, I remember wondering how Roslan Burok looked like. I never saw any picture. Not then, not ever. Or shall I say with some hope, not yet? 

 

This next name, by now is mentioned back-to-back as it also came up in my previous post for her sunglasses-hair-band. The name is none other than Noorkumalasari. Is it really her given name? It surely isn’t my given name, although I was going to give myself the same name when I was five. I even went to the extent of striking out “Enida” on the back of my portable green blackboard my dad bought me for kindergarten. It was a good thing that no permanent marker pen was left laying around in that ‘745-U-Lorong-Dua-Kampung-Jana-Baru’ house back then. My Mom made me wash off the name Noorkumalasari which I wrote with a yellow chalk, and to add salt to my wound, she had to come up with a spin-off to Noorkumalasari’s name: Noorkumalassekali! I cried my eyeballs out and it felt like Jiman died his 5th death!

 

I moved on. It took me a while, but I moved on. From kindergarten to primary school. And from Noorkumalasari to other new names like Asmahani Hussein, Gaya Zakry, Marilu Henner, Mia Farrow, Charlie’s Angels (which I first thought was a woman’s name – I wasn’t aware of the apostrophe-‘s’), Marrisa Haque, Lydia Kandou, Sharmila Tagore, and many more before I got to know Parveen Babi… who made me want to keep my name. So, Enida it was. Enida it has been and Enida it is to this day.

 

I moved on to the name Lawrence. This name always flashes one specific picture of the very first Lawrence I ever got to know in my life. He was a janitor at the school I went to between the age of 6 and 12, that is All Saints’ School in Kamunting, Taiping, Perak. I never understood what his position was. Heck, I didn’t understand much back then. Like why we were given food at school (just bring your empty Tupperware container) and why it never tasted better than my Mom’s cooking. I gave it up to a friend after a month. But all I knew about Lawrence was that he was the man to chase after if we needed balls, hoola hoops, benches, garbage bins, and even a bicycle pump if needs be. And of course you hunt him down all around the school, sent by your class teacher, if kids berak in their pants and left some free fertilizer to be scooped by Lawrence. Lawrence must have saved a lot of school’s money allocated for fertilizers.

 

And now that I have moved on and am waaaayyyyy away from school years, I have come to realize that the only other Lawrence I got to know after Lawrence the Janitor of All Saints would be the Lawrence of Arabia. I know no other Lawrence’s ever since. I doubt there would be any Lawrence of Siberia waiting for me out here either.

 

And then, no doubt, there are names that tell their stories for some other days like… (in alphabetical order):

  • Agnes Puyaoan
  • Appukuthi
  • Azman Miskon
  • Dhoruri Razali
  • Diana Nasution
  • Ellibin Gentingon
  • Emilia Contessa
  • Ikhwan Nazli Ibrahim
  • Jason Rutherford
  • Julio Alzate
  • Kanang Anak Langkau
  • Khairuddin Ayip
  • Khoo Sin Nya
  • Lai Voon Ping
  • Maskuri
  • Peter Dicky Lee
  • Ramblan
  • Sasising @Jasrim Matahil
  • Shu Kar Weng
  • Suri Azura Jamaluddin
  • Tally Savalas
  • Tan Choong Wing
  • Vasantharajan
  • Wim Blauw
  • Yusniza Abdullah
  • Zul Zamri Zamanhuri

 

I know you have names that have stuck with you as well over the years. Names that have traveled with you far east, farther east and then west, with or without a compass. Names that have been the ones you keep Googling, wondering if you have soared higher or stooped lower than. And names which have brought smiles to the thoughts of your innocence that you’ve named silliness. You are not that innocent anymore. So don’t be silly! Reminisce today.

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What Wonder?

Kepada mereka yang tergolong dalam golongan orang-orang yang berkawan dengan akak di Facebook mungkin ada perasan gamaknya tentang this little story morning glory. Sebuah cerita yang memberi warna ceria lagi striking malah fluorescent dalam hidup akak kira-kira limabelas pagi nan lalu. Maka dah limabelas hari jua lah akak menjerukmaman cerita ini dengan penuh asam dan garam serta butir nasik dari Kelumpo sampai ke Bukit Pokrovsky punya lama nak menyampaikan ke WordPress.

 

Tersebutlah kisah di pagi nan hening dan bening itu… Akak dah ler masuk tidur jam 7 pagi akibat asek menulis novel blog. Tak dan sempat satu jam kepala akak mencium bantal, tiba-tiba akak dibangunkan oleh lemparan sebutir SMS berapi 3-pages-long dari seorang wanita yang berwasangka akak sedang teruja hendak Bermain Jongkang-Jongket™ dengan suami beliau. Hah?

 

Ye betul, para hadirin sekalian! Bermain Jongkang-Jongket™. Jangan scroll down screen PC atau laptop anda. Tidak salah apa yang anda lihat di kaca computer anda yang bukannya diperbuat daripada kaca itu. Istilah Kak Enida ni memang kena mohon Trademark or Copyright Reserved nih. Oleh kerana pada akak tuduhan wanita tersebut agak papan gelungsur akan keterlaluannya, memang terperanjat bukan kepalang tanggung. Ingatkan wanita lain je yang berminat nak Bermain Jongkang-Jongket™ dengan suami akak macam what happened last year. Tapi  di pagi yang cerah itu akak pulak dituduh Bermain Jongkang-Jongket™ dengan suami wanita tersebut. Isyy isyy isyy… banyak betul dugaan jadi WWWF (Wonder Woman with a Wow! Factor) macam akak ni. Auuuwwwf!

 

Well, before akak mengomail dan Menggoblog© (blogging) about it kat sini, here’s some background information to piece this little teka-teki of the story morning glory together. Akak ni simple je orangnya. So I won’t complicate simple things with complications.

 

Prakata:
Facebook must have seen hundreds if not thousands of reunions, I dare bet a dollar to a donut to it lah. I, for one, was reunited with the boy who sat next to me in Grade Four! Let’s just call him Zack here, shall we? Nak dijadikan cerita, I finally found Zack on Facebook after NOT trying to Google him for quite a number of years. To cut the story short, we spoke on the phone, reminiscing that little story of a flying kiss I gave him when I passed by his classroom. I must have burst my throat open that afternoon for laughing so hard when he reminded me of the flying kiss story! I had TOTALLY forgotten ALL about it. I did!

 

That phone conversation done, and we were overwhelmingly excited about childhood stories revisited, I received a Facebook message from Zack a couple nights later, asking me to call him. As I was extremely occupied with KaCher and me Monchies, I didn’t respond to the message until much later saying that I would give him a call in the morning at an appropriate time. But as I was sitting down to blog knead my daily bread way later that night, this text message came in:

 

U impress me by wrds, wndr wat else can u do..gd nit

 

Woooohoooooo! Ahak ahak. Well, to say that I was flattered bila baca his statement memuji tu was an understatement lah kan. Memang kembang semua mangkuk kat taman akak dengan pujian di larut malam begitu. Kerana diriku sungguh berharga! And assuming that he had read my blog ke (to have been impressed by me or by my words), akak pun… sebagai orang bahasa, mainkan balik his words in my reply sms:

 

Oh I can do wonders! Words are just what eyes can see and ears can hear. Ehem! Hehe. Great night!

 

Memang akak perasan macam wanita berbakat gitu! And notice the word wonder, okay tuan-tuan dan puan-puan? Since Zack said he ‘wondered’ what else I could do, akak pun recycle lah perkataan ‘wonder’ beliau itu. Maklumlah akak ni kan memang is a wonderful speaker, wonderful cook, wonderful editor cum proofreader, wonderful trainer, wonderful mother, wonderful wife, wonderful singer (akak dulu La Femme De Jogette selama beberapa tahun, jangan tak wonder about it!)

 

The Kata-Kata:
So that was that. The goodnight was said, tutup talipon. Khalas, kaputski, finitto, конец! Alih-alih, akak bangun keesokan paginya belum sempat siram pokok bunga, pokok bunga melur belum lagi tanam tepi kolam, itik belum bertelur ayam belum mengeram… akak bukak mata akak yang bulat ni only to see this sms:

 

Salam n g’mrng. I’m Azura or bttr rfr as Mrs. Zack. Just 2 let u knw tht i understnd ur acqntnc wth him but wht i x apprcte is d way u r behavg. X sure if u r really married. But if u x i c why n if u did thn i x c wht lacks in ur mrrg…coz a girl tht brags about being able 2 do wonders 2 smbd’s hband really shows a pychotic bhvr….in realty she is truely nothing thn just words she has 2 impress. Man is born 2 flirt but wht kinda wife does tht….. I’m sure u hv pride n intellgt so i wld apprct if u cld crry urslf accdgly n learn 2 hv some respect for smbdy’s wife. May allah bless u…salam.

 

If you find it a bit challenging to understand her text message with all the abbreviations – let’s not talk grammar lah kan – here’s an edited cum proofread version of it:

 

Salam and good morning. I’m Azura or better referred to as Mrs. Zack. Just to let you know that I understand your acquaintance with him (my husband, Zack) but what I don’t appreciate is the way you are behaving. Not sure if you are really married. But if you are not, I see why. And if you are, then I don’t see what lacks in your marriage… because a girl that brags about being able to do wonders to somebody’s husband really shows a psychotic behavior… in reality she truly has nothing but words to impress. Men are born to flirt, but what kind of wives would do that? I’m sure you have pride/dignity and intelligence. So I would appreciate if you could carry yourself accordingly and learn to have some respect for somebody’s wife. May Allah bless you. Salam.”

 

With my eyes still going klip-pok klip-pok terkulat-kulat pagi tu di ranjang tidurku (pehhh! Ranjang okay!) trying like Windows application to restore setting after being shut down abruptly, I thought I had been kidnapped and sent to Planet Uranus! I tried going back to sleep to see if it would take me back to Planet Earth, but sirna belaka cobaanku. So… being the simple and uncomplicated woman that I am, I was going to send this as a reply:

 

Salam Mrs. Zack, thank you for your sms. All said, I just hope you know what I was responding to when I said ‘I can do wonders’.

 

Tapi sebaik sahaja akak nak pechett the ‘Send’ button, another alien kidnapped me to Planet Urasses. Mrs. Zack aka Azura sent another message yang berbunyik begini:

 

Enida, srry 2 get u into ths bv need a little favour frm u. Thgh we’ve bn mrrd 4 10yrs n stll really love each othr tht much but i x wanna stop him in pursuing his happiness. Pls persuade him 2 let me go nicely so we cld both b happy.

 

Okay, here’s an improved version (dengan tidak merobah maksud asal teks ucapan di atas):

 

Enida, sorry to get you into this but need a little favour from you. Though we’ve been married for 10 years and still really love each other very much, I don’t want to stop him in pursuing his happiness. Please persuade him to let me go nicely so we could both be happy.

 

What the?

 

I can do wonders with my words, ya know...So akak just antor je ler message di atas tersebut yang akak dah karang dengan penuh tactfulness dan diplomasi. Orang cemburu yang sedang marah biasanya tak dapat membaca dengan baik. Bak kata adat pepatih kita: “A jealous and furious wife is never a good reader!” So tak payah cakap banyak, Mrs. Johnson. For all I know, she was probably scrolling up and down her husband’s phone MMS Inbox frantically looking for gambar bugil akak dengan jari telunjuk di bibir yang basah motioning what WONDERS akak boleh lakukan terhadap Mr. Zack. Oh, boleh bikin filem Azura II ini macam!

 

Walaubagaimanapun, Mrs. Zack came back tak rela mengalah dengan ini akak yang lahir sebelum zaman Parameswara dan penjajahan Belanda tahun 1511… saying:

 

Dear, i wasn’t born yesterday…as i x read between the lines. Salam

 

No translation nor editing needed on this one, huh! Well, even though at that rate I wished that she was only to be born next year… I knew there was no use dealing with a jealous woman. They obviously had something going on in their marriage. I just happened to pass by with a camera – I wasn’t supposed to be in the picture – I was grabbed and dragged into it! So after wondering if her husband was in the know about this, akak pun menulis satu lagi pesanan yang ringkas dan malas. Kali ni kepada si suami:

 

Good morning Zack. What’s going on ya? I just received 2 text messages from your wife. Pretty heavy stuff for me to be judged as having a psychotic behavior from my one-liner “I can do wonders” last night. And then Azura asked me to persuade you to ‘let her go nicely’? Huh? What’s the story morning glory, man?

 

Akak pun dah malas dah nak tulis ending cerita ni punya lah panjang. Masalahnya akak tak boleh nak omit mana-mana details above sebab everything happened within less than 20 hours. Anyway to cut the story shorter than short, Zack called and asked if I dared cared to Starbucks with him for old time’s sake. At first risau jugak akak kalau-kalau nanti kena serang hendap oleh isteri beliau dan terbergaduh ala-ala Fazura vs Geraldine Mariana Wong! Buang karan akak je barang 220 watt! Suami akak pun akak tak tau mana nak letak, inikan pulak suami orang. Akak baru je nak join Pertubuhan Ibu Tunggal peringkat negeri Selangor tahun lepas. Jangan buat-buat lupa pulak.

 

But anyway, Zack came up with a better idea – he would like to introduce his Azura to me. Well, that… I must say was pretty hard to resist! Memang akak suka dan teruja kalau dapat berjumpa dan berkenalan dengan orang-orang yang ‘were not born yesterday’ nih. These people are at the brink of a huge loss lah kalau tak berkesempatan kenal dengan Enida of the Questa è Enida ni, I tell you dengan hidung kembang tak hengatt!

 

So we met up. Had a civilly friendly conversation about nothing much. There wasn’t much in common between us to begin with other than her husband. So it was easy, brief and no wonder-wonder punya… no wondercon, no wonderland, no wonderbra, and no wonderpets! Yeah, it was almost an anti-climax to what was so worked up to supposedly be a menage a trois! Oooh la la je t’aime du fond de mon coeur!

 

I drove to the airport to pick up Mr. Johnson right after that penggambaran filem Perempuan, Isteri dan Suami Beliau Yang Disangka Bermain Jongkang-Jongket™ Dengan Perempuan Tersebut with a smile and sebelah kening yang terangkat seraya berkata di dalam hati… hmmm, no wonder lah.

 

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For Old Tongue’s Sake

Kacang Tumbuk

Kacang Bepang

Kuih Ciki

 

I was just amazed they still exist!

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Jika Begini

It was my first time, four nights ago, watching that much-talked-about program on… uh, I can’t even tell which channel now. TV3? Alaaa that Jangan Lupa Lirik show. As I was actually drafting a post with this line: ‘Sometimes I think I am cursed with a good memory; I remember too many things.’ I got thinking I should put my memory to work, get on that Jangan Lupa Lirik program and compete! My sisters think I could go home with 100k Rubels easily!  [Perasan tahap Gaban alert! Perasan tahap Gaban alert!]

  

When one of the contestants struggled to recall the lyrics of Anita Sarawak’s Bawalah Daku Pergi last week, my lungs didn’t need a microphone as I was screaming on top of them unromantically finishing the line: “Sampai mati pun kujalani!”  [Mati, okay! Dasyat punya retro!]

 

Later that night, another song came to mind. Just like tonight, it came back… singing me to sleep. Of Rahimah Rahim’s:

 

Jika begini terbiar menanti
Tanpa kata-kata untukku jadikan pegangan
Salahkah aku seandainya nanti rindu jadi jemu
Dan hati tak rela menunggu
 
Telah kuuntukkan masa janji tak terbukti jua
Bagai pelabuhan sepi engkau menyendiri
Apalah gunanya kini langkah tak sehala lagi
Tapi sukar mengucapkan… salam perpisahan
My Irama dan Lagu

 

Can songs really say what you’re not telling?

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Dan Bila Janji Itu Mungkir

Dan bila janji itu mungkir
yang disaksikan laut biru
batu-batu bersama wangi bunga
di sisimu

Mendung
hujan berlalu
dan burung tak bernyanyi lagi
hati ia diduri kata-kata
terguris sejuta luka di hati

Ia ku bawa bersepi
memendam rasa ke taman dukalara
dan bila janji itu dimungkiri
ia tiada dikota

 

I am diving into my deepest memory looking for the words that made this song a song to dive for. Ferry Anugerah Makmur sang it. Dive with me tonight.

Will you?

 

 

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