Thanks Dizzy Lizzy, for dropping by. Yes, I am so lah teruja nya hendak menjadi expat di negara sendiri. A bit nervous pun ada jugak actually. Don’t know what to expat expect. Sekali-sekala balik with Be and Kitty tak terasa sangat. I only remember how discriminated I have always been against…going anywhere with Be. Especially at the airport. These ticketers, nampak omputeh macam nampak ayam golek. Berjejeh air liur melayan cik main lagi service nya. Come locals, hah…apa ko nak? Tak koser. (Not all ticketers, of course. Saper yang terasa tu, hah dia lah tu minah jejeh.)
But anyway, my present situation is the farthest away from perfect lah now ni. Packing hasn’t even begun, let alone done. I am so lah in the middle of busy-ness nya that I just cannot. Just cannot lah do anything about it. I thought my morning classes would be a breeze. They are better than a breeze, but then my evening class lah pulak. It is just so huge that I simply can’t win. No matter which way I turn, there’s always papers to mark, handouts to hand out, and lessons to prepare (and to learn myself. Ahak!)
My evening lot, nevertheless, is a happy lot. Apart from Khalid & Qassim je yang muda remaja with their soft ubun², there are three or four young things. The rest boleh dikatakan either my age or senior. But I always tell my audience that I am the makcik here. And then I go ahead and run around like a spring chicken ala “Paul’s Little Hen” (who flew away from the farmyard, ran down the hillside and into the dale, Paul hurried after but down in the brambles, there sat a fox with a great bushy tail. You get the drift, don’t you? Cluck, cluck?)
Tapi tu lah, this intake terasa semacam sikit. Yes the semacam yang lain macam. Don’t really know how to sughouwh ke macang nyer. I’d say, this intake is Duracelic for some reason. I feel like I can derive energy from the lot, and the lot gets the same vibes from me as well. Whatever I did and have done, I could see the glare in their eyes. Attendance has been astronomically excellent, full house every evening 5 to 7.30 every day. Of course lah ada sorang yang just has to be the kobau lomak kan. Montang dio eh di sponsor dek PDO. Temeng!
Otherwise, memang terasa seakan-akan the buaya trapped in my pyjamas seperti akan melibas. Well, don’t get me wrong. I am not keen on an affair of any sorts or anything. But there’s something that makes me feel good about myself. You know, the kind of feeling that would make you want to hum, “This is innuendo feeeeeeeel, this is innuendo feeeeeeeeel. This is how you sing it, what you feeeeeeeeel.” You’re following me, aren’t ya?
So tu lah nyer. My Sydney lot. Fifteen members of the audience altogether. Tredici uomini, solo due donne. Both are Amal’s. One Al Alawi, the other Al Balushi. Very hardworking women, those two. Tapi kan, ada lah sorang ni yang looks so lah Malay nyer. Un uomo comunque. Quiet type, but so far is my BEST student. Silent achiever, gitu. Tapi dalam diam² dia, he has been the one yang rajin mengemail me right from day one. There’s something about this Mat So’od – bukan nama sebenar, nama ini hanyalah untuk hiasan sahaja. I don’t know what, but one thing for sure is…tangan dia lawaaaa se’angat. Ahaks! Nah kau, hah ambik! Nak sangat innuendo feeeeeeel. Rahsiaku rahsiamu jua lah ni haa.
Well, it must have been the tangan-fettishness in me gamaknya. I can get quite drawn to looking. Dah laa jari manis tangan kiri dia pakai wedding ring macam tangan Cik Rome. Hee hee. You know…the tangan yang nampak sejuk je. Nampak cool, as in literally ‘sejuk’. Not many have such hands. The look of them je pun dah sungguh menyamankan, for lack of better words. But uh, wait a minuette! Why am I staying up writing about this guy’s tangan yang nyaman when I should either be getting some sleep or getting the exam papers marekek?
Mat So’od, Mat So’od…apakah telah kau puja semangatku? Inikah artinya innuendo feeeeeel? Oh tidaakk!
Dan the buaya trapped in my pyjamas pun melibaskan Duracelic sparks nya.
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