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The ultimate level of anger for me is not when I go silent.
It is when I no longer want to listen.
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Haa, ni Pak Tam ni.
Ya Pak Tam. Apa khabar?
Ni ada projek besaq ai nak bagi yu.
Oh, terima kasih banyak-banyak.
Ni… ada satu group nak buat baju.
Okay, boleh. Baju macam mana tu Pak Tam?
Baju elok la sikit. Tak mau la buat baju hat kualiti tak berapa elok.
Of course! Baju kami mana ada kualiti tak berapa elok Pak Tam.
Mana la tau kan. Depa nak baju berkolar hat elok la.
Pak Tam tak pernah tengok baju Airwings yang kat kelab tu kot?
Tengok dah. Tapi hangpa takdak bagi ai dua tiga lai pun.
Hah? Bagi?
Ya la. Cuba bagi kat ai dua tiga lai tengok. Hahaha.
Kami berniaga tak macam tu Pak Tam. Kami selalunya bagi free untuk anak-anak yatim saja.
Hah, tak kisah la. Ni projek besaq ni. 150 pack. Bajet depa RM50.00 satu pack. Tapi ai ambik RM3.00. So nanti ai bagi yu RM47.00 saja la.
Oh? Ooookaaaayyy… (?)
Depa nak topi sekali. Topi hat elok jugak la.
Iya lah Pak Tam. Takkan bagi baju elok, tiba-tiba topi buat hat buruk pulak!
So satni ai bagi yu the contact person punya email, yu discuss dengan dia la. Tapi tu la… ai bagitau yu awai-awai, ai nak RM3.00 per pack.
Design dah ada ke Pak Tam?
Depa nak design hat simple-simple saja.
Iya lah. Dah ada ke design simple nya tu?
Ai pun tak tau la. Nanti yu tanya depa sendiri. Okay na.
Hmmm okay.
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I called my partner and told him this, verbatim.
Airwings is NOT taking up the project.
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On the way to school Wednesday morning, as we were merging into the right lanes near PWTC, Edrick came up with a question…
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Edrick: Mom, are my eyebrows too bushy?
Kitreena: Edrick, this is the THIRD time you asked Mommy this question!
Edrick: I know, but I wanna know if my eyebrows are too bushy.
Mommy: What do you think, Edrick? Do you think your eyebrows are TOO bushy?
Edrick: Ummm yeah, I think so, Mom.
Mommy: What makes you think your eyebrows are too bushy?
Edrick: Because when I look in the mirror, when it’s dark, my eyebrows look like they are attached.
Kitreena: Hahahahahaha! They are attached to YOU, silly goose.
Edrick: No, I mean they look like they are attached to each other.
Kitreena: Hahahahahaha!
Mommy: Hahahahahaha!
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I thought of Awie Wings for a while. And then my mind switched to one Japanese samurai/ninja cartoon character on TV who has one eyebrow that stretches across the forehead. I looked at my son from the rear view mirror and fell in love with his bushy eyebrows all over again.
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I was sitting at the round dining table, listening to Deja Vu by Shila Amzah when Edrick stopped by on his way upstairs. It was just before bedtime, 1930hrs.
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Edrick: Mom… *he looks at my face looking for words*
Mommy: What is it sweetheart?
Edrick: Mom, is it okay if you don’t listen to sad songs?
Mommy: Ohhh? Oh okay.
Edrick: I think it’s making me feel uncomfortable.
Mommy: Oh I’m sorry about that, sayang. All right, I’ll listen to something else.
Edrick: And Mom, I think sad songs make YOU feel uncomfortable too.
Mommy: Oh don’t worry about me, I’m okay. I’ll be okay.
Edrick: Okay, but I think you should keep sad songs away, Mom.
Mommy: Yes, sir! I sure will.
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He pulled me into his arms, hugged me longer than usual, said his goodnight, his I-love-you, his don’t-let-the-big-bug-bite routine and went to bed.
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I was left feeling so loved, and I knew… it wasn’t the sad song that made me cry.
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Ada serigala…
yang lapar diperutku,
yang marah dibenakku.
Segala yang terbakar
menjadi abu.
Segala yang tersimpan
menjadi aku.
Aku tahu siapa menipu.
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*Enida
Wangsa Walk
3 September 2013
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I once read…
“Write injuries in sand, kindnesses in marble.”
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I guess that’s why I write.
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And I was reminded of this unrelated children’s song:
In a cavern in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner forty-niner,
and his daughter, Clementine.
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One of Kitreena’s teddy bears is called Clementine.
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.Buku cerita pun ada cerita nya sendiri.
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Yang ini datang kepada saya di Hari Raya baru ini. At the Taman Kledang Jaya Homestay where my family and I bertenggek. As I set my camp-bed right against the display cabinet between the living and the dining areas, my attention somehow was drawn to the nothing-much-ness of the display. Whatever there were in the display cabinet didn’t make much of a display, I must tell you. But this one old book was calling my name.
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After flipping through, skimming and scanning Ketulahan by Dharmala N.S. — published in 1990 and priced at $6.00 then (yes dollars!) — I made a mental summary that the book is written in the language of my thought. Well… I am not overly sure how to even describe that ‘language of my thought’ thought. But the words and the space in between… all flow swiftly like a rhythm that I have never heard before, but a song that I can sing along with, or sing to. If that is ever possible. Reading Ketulahan feels so much more bizarre than deja vu.
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Although I wanted so much to just lay down in bed all Raya and just read… with the family event and the long-distant driving, I knew I would be reading more road signs than reading the prelude of the book. And I was not going to enjoy humming along to the rhythm of the language of the book if I were to just read a page or two a day. So, guess what? I stole the book from the homestay!
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But I left RM10.00 as the rent for the book for a year. I will return the book to the homestay next Raya. I promise! (Please remind me about this, comes next Raya, okay?) So I am reading it now – like singing to the rhythm of the language of the book. Reading it, knowing that I stole it, has got me thinking. Reading a good book is a good thing. But stealing a good book with the intention like mine, is not. Regardless.
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I read. But I steal. But I pay. Or kind of.
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Jangan lah ketulahan hendaknya.
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I was telling my sister about some people who simply do not have courtesy. But it was her response that made me realize that those who do not have courtesy towards me, have no respect either. KaCher said…
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Bukan tak ada courtesy. Dia memilih.
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Enough said.
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Exactly like last year, shopping for Baju Melayu for this anak mat saleh took only 15 minutes at Metrojaya The Curve. On the way out from the store going into Borders, to distract him from his thirst, we had this conversation.
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Mom: Do you know how much your baju raya is?
Edrick: No. How much, Mom?
Mom: Forty-one ringgits and ninety-nine cents.
Edrick: What?! That is almost forty-two ringgits Mom!
Mom: Yup.
Edrick: That would take me longer than the puasa month to pay!
Mom: Yes, it would. But don’t worry, I’ll pay for it sayang.
Edrick: Are you sure, Mom?
Mom: Oh yeah, I’m very sure. Your allowance is only one ringgit per day. Don’t worry about it. It’s raya anyway. I’ll pick up the baju cost.
Edrick: How much is YOUR allowance per day, Mom?
Mom: Oh my allowance is enough to pay for your baju and Kitreena’s baju.
Edrick: What about YOUR baju?
Mom: Nah, I’ll just go bugil this Raya.
Edrick: Hahahahaha! Nooo, Mommm! Don’t go bugil. I can pay for your baju.
Mom: Hahahahaha! You are too embarrassed to have a bugil Mom on Raya huh?
Edrick: Yeaaaah. But I love you, Mom.
Mom: Hahahaha! Of course.
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Saya terbaca serangkap pantun Hari Raya hari ini di dinding Facebook seorang sahabat. Tidak lah saya tahu sama ada ia asli dan dikarang oleh teman kepada sahabat saya itu, atau sekadar disalin-dan-lekat sahaja. Sekali baca, saya tersenyum. Agak lucu pembayang pantun empat kerat, tujuh-lapan sukukata itu.
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Lembu cuit buaya,
buaya baling tin;
Selamat hari raya,
maaf zahir batin.
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Kali kedua membacanya terasa ia agak menjengkelkan. Sebagai seorang pendidik bahasa, walaupun Bahasa Inggeris, saya sanjung tinggi keindahan bahasa Melayu. Dan sejujurnya saya rasakan bahawa pantun ini pantun malas. Malas mencari pembayang yang indah-indah. Atau mungkin juga penulisnya cuba untuk menghiburkan pembaca dengan pembayang yang dirasakan lucu.
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Lalu keluar lah sembang antara saya dengan sahabat saya, mempermainkan pantun ini.
Enida: Lembu tu berani ke cuit buaya, babe?
Kawan: Hehehe…
Enida: Buaya yang boleh baling tin tu buaya apa?
Kawan: Buaya darat.
Enida: Ishhh ye ke?
Kawan: Buaya jadian kot.
Enida: Eh, ni mesti buaya tembaga ni. Tin tu pun tin tembaga sepatutnya.
Kawan: Hahaha!
Enida: Lembu tu kalau dia cuit buaya, sure tak sempat jadi rendang raya ni, kan?
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Sahabat saya terus diam selepas itu. Mungkin jengkel juga dengan saya yang mempermainkan pantun teman beliau. Namun saya akui, bagus juga lah pantun ini berbanding pantun ‘Pak Ali Pergi Ke Kedai‘.
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