API! API! API!

I refuse to did not see myself as a drama queen, much to the objection of my close friends…I often thought my other friend would be aptly named as a drama queen instead of me…

Let me just describe this dear friend of mine as Ipoh born and bred…

*waive at her* then *run*

May be this event cemented the title onto my name…Just for the record, this emergency-worthy incident took place years ago when I was a student, renting with some other very dear dear friends.

This other friend of mine is very meticulous. Suffice to say, she even iron…erm…her T-shirt.

So, there she was, routinely ironed her tudung. The rest of us went about doing our own thing around the house…I think, altogether, there were five of us. I was, I think, sitting on the floor, quite close to where she was ironing, reading, I think.

Then, suddenly, the IRON CAUGHT FIRE. It caught fire at the connection between the iron’s body and the wire. She let out a small cry (not dramatic at all this friend of mine…more logical and practical). With a house as big as a chicken coop, her faint cry caught our attention.

At the speed of light, I stood up, faced the burning iron, flapped my hand like a chicken, and loudly yelled “API! API! API! API! API! AAAA! API! API! API!”

Needless to say, after I lost my breath yelling for help like a damsel in distress, the atmosphere became calm and quiet. All eyes were on me. Another more collected and calm friend just poured a glass, yes, just a glass of water onto the burning iron and the fire ceased. On the other hand, my logical and practical friend, still standing at the same spot, was seen dabbing her slightly burnt hand, and obviously was taken aback at my method of looking for help.

I blurted out: “Aaa…nasib baik…dah…padam.”

My other less sympathetic friend said: “Ko ni kenapa? Tak pasal pasal satu blok ni belari kuar kang…”

It didn’t stop there… “Ko punya jerit…memang macam satu blok nilah dah tebakar…”

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father's day

Birthdays, anniversaries, Father...Mother's Days are all celebrated without fail in my family...so much so that the element of surprise is almost to a point of non-existence...hahaha...

you know what will be a surprise? NO celebration whatsoever. Hahahaha...

Father's Day I believe is around the corner...I do not keep track anymore of it for some obvious reason. four birthday cakes and four father's day is an entry I wrote way back in 2009/2010 I think. Marking the number of lost Father's Day celebration...This year would be the fifth year...or sixth?

Kata math dapat A...

In my family's photo album, you would find a lot of photo like this...

When we ran through these photos...we would lose track as to what is being celebrated, who is being celebrated,,,what is the year and etcetera...

To identify the person being celebrated...we rely on this method ---> idenitfy the candle blower.

So for the picture above...it was obviously my father being celebrated...for either father's day or his birthday. The year tak ingat la...but looking at my mum still-tout skin...I'd say....mid to late 1990...

I miss my father. Very much and everyday.

something that i wrote for academic purposes

The old-newspaper "apek" of my hometown in Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan loved to stop by at our house simply because he knew that, tonnes of newspapers would be waiting for him there. Most of the newspapers were contributed by my late father. He loved to read the newspapers.

My late father did not have to forcefully shove the idea of reading in English to me. He would simply set the example by reading newspapers like The Star, The New Straits Times without fail everyday. The love towards reading was eventually passed onto his youngest daughter.

What started as a joke, eventually became a habit for him to talk to me in English. If I ever talked to him in my mother tongue, he would pretend not to understand it. Sometimes, he would deliberately handed me the wrong things when I requested for something in my mother tongue. Naturally, I polished my English speaking skills through his accidental game. I bet that it did not even occurred to him at that point that this simple gestures would do wonder to me in later years.

Stemming from there, I gradually showcased my love towards English. From primary level till secondary level, I have always performed quite well in English related activities such as debate, story telling, and coral speaking to name a few.

His fine example came to its grand peak when I graduated in  2008 with BEd (TESL) from Universiti Teknologi MARA or UiTM.Without him to witness one of the historic moments in my life was, of course, very hurtful. After all, I was there on stage because of his example.  Just a few months prior to the convocation ceremony in May, I was accepted to be a part of a very dynamic team of English lecturers in Multimedia University or MMU, Cyberjaya. Again, I was not able to treat him with fine dinner or a good watch with my first paycheck.

Nevertheless, he has given me the greatest gift of all, one that will stay with me forever. A gift that, with my profession right now, enables me to share them with my students - English.

just the willingness to get hurt

He said: “Rugby does not require skills, just the willingness to get hurt.”

Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad, A Doctor In The House (2011)

I found this amusing.

^__^

hidung dia kaler peach

5-year-old Lisa to her parents.

"Ma...Icha suka Ma..yang hidung dia kaler peach tu Ma..."

O_o

"Hidung dia kaler peach...?...rabbit ke Cha?"

"Bukan...bukan....ada Ma...Hidung dia kaler peach..."

By now...my sister and bro-in-law were puzzled as to what Lisa was actually referring to...they should be...i mean...the hint is so limited ---> hidung kaler peach...

piglet pon hidung kaler peach Cha... -__-

"Hamster ke Cha?"

She kept quiet...could be because...she only knows that H is for one thing only...in school, teacher thought her that H is for House, not Hamster...

And so they youtube hamster (students, what is the part of speech for youtube in this sentence?)

"Ha...ni lah Ma...Tu...hidung dia tu kan kaler peach..."

Again Lisa...the hint is too limited!

"Ma...Cha nak hamster ni Ma...Cha nak..."

"Sape nak bela? Mama work make up...Babah work Pelamin...Sape nak bagi hamster Cha makan nanti?"

She kept quiet...

"Haa...NENEK? Nenek mesti suka...sebab hamster tu comel..."

Lisa...if only you knew...kepantangan nenek ko tu...hamster la...

We later told nenek about this...she said...

"Cha...ko bela jerlah hamster tu kat dalam youtube"

opposite attracts and stays

Opposite attracts they say.

Do you agree?

The closest example I observe would be my parents.

Ayah loveeeeed to rear animals. He rarely thought about it twice when it comes the four-legged or the two-legged.

As opposed to my mother who would go frantic upon hearing the word “binatang” itself…Hahahahahaha…Mama…Mama ni tak environmentalist la…

“Kawan rasa nak bela ayam serama la Ma…”

*mata mama terbeliak*

“Ma…Kawan beli burung murai ni…tengok ni…mana nak gantung sangkar ni Ma?”

*Mama urut dada*

“Awak ada besen Ma?”

“Awak nak buat ape?”

“Ni Kawan balik mancing tadi…ada tangkap labi-labi ni ha…”

*Mama ternganga*

Dekat rumah nenek…kawasan lagi besar…laaaagi banyak lah benda Ayah nak bela: ayam, itik, kucing, burung lagi… …

He just loved to spend time with them (it’s not true), to feed them (it’s not true), to clean their coop or cage (it’s not true), and to clean after them (it’s not true).

Hahahaha…bukan Mama anti binatang ke ape…The thing is…Ayah selalunya…just suka the idea of having the animals around…but the dirty job…Mama yang selalu kena! LOL!!!

So, selalunya…things will end up like this…Ayah would play and admire his ayam serama whilst Mama would have to clean up the coop…hahahahahaha…even the burung murai…Ayah would whistle away with the bird…then off he went…leaving the feeding and the cleaning part to my mother…hahahahahaha…poor mum!

Terkumat kamit lah mulut Mama membebel…tapi dia buat gak…haih…pengorbanan seorang insan bernama isteri.

Itu baru pe’el suami dia…

Anak anak Mama pon 2 x 5 gak…hahahaha…

“Long…kenapa ko bawa balik tikus ni long?”

“Ni bukan tikus la ma…ni hamster…”

“Ma…kucing aye dah terberak kat atas kusyen…”

“Ma…kucing dah kencing kat cadar…”

“Ma…kucing dah curi makan ikan kembung tu sekor…”

“Ma…nak kangkung…nak bagi kura kura ni makan…”

Her entire life, Mama tak pernah do anything for herself…semuanya dia buat untuk family dia…

Pengorbanan seorang insane bernama isteri DAN ibu.

 mesti si gadis ni tak sangka...in the future...she will have to put up with a lot of kerenah from her hubby and children...