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Protected: Anita Nira’s Story

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A-Bang La

Posted in Culture, Sense, tagged on October 13, 2010| 5 Comments »

He brought in the five filled bottles – each weighing 20kg – almost effortlessly, while The Driver just sat in the water truck writing the bill. Okay, it’s fair, I guess. But when I asked The Driver about the previous bill and he answered…

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“Oh the bill is with that BANGLA,” motioning with his mouth pointing at The Water Guy.

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… I looked at The Driver with disgust. And when I found the Bangla helpfully trying to turn my water dispenser on after replacing the water bottle, I knew who had the biggest heart among us all.

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Enida: Thank you for putting the bottle on, uh… what’s your name?

The Water Guy: Ammal, ma’am.

Enida: Thanks Ammal. That’s a big help for me.

Ammal: You’re welcome, ma’am.

Enida: What’s The Driver’s name?

Ammal: Eji, ma’am.

Enida: Eji? Like A and G?

Ammal: No ma’am, HAJI ma’am. Makkah pigi eji, ma’am.

Enida: Dia tak tau ke nama you Ammal? Kenapa panggil you Bangla, Bangla?

Ammal: Besa lah ma’am orang sini tada suka Bangla.

Enida: Don’t worry, Ammal. Orang tak suka it’s ok. You buat kerja baik, Tuhan suka. Cukup.

Ammal: Yes ma’am, batul ma’am. Thank you ma’am.

Enida: Suruh itu Eji pigi eji lagi. Tobat. Mulut tada baik. Hati kena cuci sana Makkah punya pasir. Haihhh!

Ammal: Wokey ma’am. *chuckles*

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Ammal left my Mesra home walking with his head held higher than when he first walked in.

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Masih Aku…

Posted in Humor, tagged on February 16, 2010| Leave a Comment »

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…terbau.

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Orang Kita Khatulistiwa

Posted in Sense, tagged , on January 9, 2010| 4 Comments »

Maso akak jadi cikgu skolah kek kolopilah dulu, ado lah soghang hambo Allah ni yang suko bona berbincang soal bahaso secagho ilmiah. Akak memang hormat dan tabik datuk nenek bilo sedagho akak ni bukak mulut berdebat. Cumo masaalah eh, tiap kali sedagho akak ni berhujah, mudah pulak jadi betaki. Sobab sedagho akak ni suko lagu Sheila Majid yang berjodol Emosi gamak eh.

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Kadang-kadang tu bondo yang buang karan, buang maso malah buang air pun nak ditaki an. Akak ni dah pesen suko aman damai, maleh nak masuk campo. Sampai lah satu pagi… akak ghaso itu kali yang ke semilan puloh tigo akak mengucapkan ucapan Slamat Pagi bilo melangkah masuk ke bilik cikgu. Alih-alih, sedagho akak ni menjawab, “Pagi memang dah slamat dah oiii. Ekau yo laie yang tak ghoti-ghoti nak bagi salam cagho oghang kito. Pepagi Jemaat ni eloklah bagi salam oii.”

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Akak maleh nak bawak betaki di pagi Jemaat yang mulio takdo pancha roba, pancha delimo apo tah laie pancha sitara tu. Sedagho akak yang tetibo nak jadi pancha roboh kotonangan ni yang buat akak maleh nak buat cagho oghang kito ni tauu. Tak mengaku akak ni oghang dio kalau gitu cagho eh nak monogur.

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Akak pun menjawab dongan tersongeh-songeh sobab memang nak menunjukkan akak pun boleh dibawak bersongeh kalau sedagho akak tu nak banyak songeh dongan akak ni…

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“Setau sei, namo pokan kito ni Kolopilah, tak jauh dongan Juasseh. Ko dah tuka namo eh jadi Jeddah? Kono blaja la sei ni bahaso saudi yo? Takpo. Sei tunggu ekau pakai jubah putih kepalo belilit seghoban petak-petak, datang skolah naik unto. Pandai lah nanti sei ni tanyo soklan selain marobbuka.”

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Slamat Pagi oghang Tanjung Ipoh! Slamat Pagi oghang nogoghi kek Mirrabooka, Perth, Ostrolia nun.

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Heckle

Posted in Sense, tagged on September 7, 2009| 4 Comments »

It’s funny how a written statement can ‘sound’ offensive. It is challenging enough to  make verbal statements without offending others. Writing them doubles the challenge. And of course I am not talking about funny as in the ha-ha-ha kind of funny. One is entitled to his view, yes. One even has the rights to express his view. But it is in expressing one’s views that one either earns or burns respect.

 

There is always a polite way in speaking our mind. And it is a matter of choice. Always. At the end of the day, smart people are those who pay attention to not only what they say, but how they say it.

 

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Facelessbook

Posted in Sense, Write On, tagged , on September 2, 2009| 4 Comments »

Go book a face if you don't have one yet, will ya?Which  part of  the words friend and face that these people need translation with again? It is a disappointing disparity from flattering and it can be downright scary when a stranger comes to you on the street, shakes your hand and requests that you be his friend. Don’t you think?

 

Now imagine this stranger comes to you, shakes your hand, asks you to be his friend and when you look at the face, it’s just… uh, not there! I think it is brilliant if you’re looking for an idea for what’s coming end of October. Or if you have a TV show playing pranks on people.

 

But I mean, really! Why do these people think it is called FACEbook?

 

If you don’t want to face the reality that people need a face to put the name on, or a name for them to put the face on, why Facebook? And why sending Friend Requests to strangers if you don’t mean to make friends? Yeah, so you’ve got a name. But you don’t even have the courtesy to introduce yourself? Let’s face it, you think everybody wants to be your friend, you think everybody knows you, knows your name and you’re unforgettable. Huh, yeah right!

 

Of course I remember a lot of names. I remember Aida Mustafa – as I recall her taking me to PKNS Complex Shah Alam to play my very first bowling in 1990. I remember Ahmad Ridzwan Basri – as I recall getting my first writing job because of his contacts and his kindness. (I still owe him a Thank You!) And I cannot forget Baihaqie Razak – my ex-student who, in his desperate attempt to make me remember his name, joked: “My name is Bai (Bye). You will never say bye-bye to me, Ms. Enida. Just say my name once, not twice.”

 

But if you introduce yourself as Usop Sontorian, Hubba Hubba, Spacecop Gaban, David Copperfield, Vladimir Puting (yes, PUTING!), Cop Coppermanne or Hayata Becomes Ultraman… uh, excuse me? And on top of it you don’t even want to face me. Why bother Facebooking me then? You’re not my friend. I don’t know you.

 

So, okay… maybe your name is Cop Coppermanne,  and you are a male – the only information I can find on your profile. Yeah, okay, great. You have a picture too of, whom I assume, your handsome self, looking so handsome wearing those handsome RayBan sunglasses. Excellent! Well, guess what? I don’t want to be rude, but really… who are you?

 

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