the chinese towkeh

it is not often i get to spend time alone with wanita comel.

i had a workshop up in cameron highlands and she wanted to come along. hey! this is great news. afterall, i need a good blanket and a bolster cause cameron could get very cold especially at nite.

it was a smooth ride from kelumpo to brinchang, stopping at rawang r&r for breakfast and tanah rata for lunch. while enjoying our simple lunch at tanah rata, i almost fainted when a saw something that caught my eyes so blaringly.

i almost had a heart attack!  what i thought was a cina towkeh turns out to be someone else

lots of food stalls at tahan rata

the vege was so fresh and sedap

view from my room at the equitorial brinchang.

i did not find this in kelumpo but up in the cameron. oh! it is his territory since cameron lays in the state of pahang.

kenangan mengusik jiwa 1 - kantoi giler

aku ni sebenarnya agak pemalu dan a private person walaupun dulu berjawatan PRO. banyak benda aku simpan di dalam kekotak kaca lipatan sejarah hidupku dan untuk tatapan bukan sebarangan mata manusia lain, selain bijik mata sendiri sahaja.  maluku begitu menebal, takut cerita punya cerita, terbuka pekung di dadaku yang padat dan bidang ini (chewah!).

aku nak sambut cabaran Pakcik Almanar yang mengatakan aku terlalu banyak tidur dan culas update blog, maaf ye pakcik, tahun ni saya berazam nak rajin sikit!

sukar buat ku untuk mengukir di dada kertas dengan pena berbisa lalu melakarkan cerita kesah hidupku yang tah bila berlakunya (ketuk keyboard komputer jer!) untuk tatapan anda sume.

ok serius neh!

salah satu tugas rasmi yang aku kena buat secara paksarela ialah bangun pepagi buta walaupun tak rela berpisah dengan mimpi yang sungguh indah dan terbuai tu lalu bersiap sedia untuk keudara di ruang angkasaraya semalaya, jap lagi driver jemput kat rumah terus ke rtm. bangun nak ke studio dan bangun nak ke pejabat besar beza persediaannya, nantilah lain kali insyAllah ada masa, cerita plak pasal itu. Talk show di radio dan tv sumenye di sebelah pagi waktu drive time, gitu.

wisma radio dan bangunan angkasapuri tu memang menjadi gelanggang permainan ku untuk menyampaikan maklumat kepada pendengar melalui rancangan diskusi siap dengan pekej phone-in lagik!. aku ada rancangan tetap 2 minggu sekali, di rangkaian biru - masatu kena cakap omputeh!

kasi cantas sama dia - dipendekkan cerita selepas dinaikkan pangkat ke GRO (this is not the truth and so it is not true - jangan percaya semua yang anda baca di dada akhbar, social media kan ada!), tak buat la dah keje-keje gitu, aku kena transfer ke cawangan pj.

ada seketika tu pada bulan april, cawangan kami dibanjiri oleh ramai pelanggan yang datang dari se-entere selangor dan kelumpo untuk minta bantuan mengisi borang deklarasi mandatori mereka, maka sudah tentulah sebagai timbalan ketua cawangan, aku juga sama turun padang bergelut bertunglus lumus sampaikan comot dan berlemos membantu pelanggan.

 

gambar diciplak dari google

"encik! saya nak tanya!" tetiba seorang jejaka perkasa, persis profesyonal lagaknya berkata dengan suara yang lantang dan penuh kejantanan. "i have heard and recognise that voice!" and aku jadi terpinga, apalah salah ku dijerit sebegini rupa. orang sekeliling pun menumpukan perhatian ke arah seorang insan yang begitu kerdil lagi terpinggir di satu sudut yang terpencil lagi bingit. beribu mata menumpukan perhatian ke arah aku tanpa berkelip sedikitpun.

"dulu kat radio 4, ada seorang pegawai yang petah berbincang dan bantu ramai pendengar, dia beri nasihat di udara. saya suka sangat rancangan tu!. bila diaorang hentikan rancangan tersebut, segelintir kami telefon dan marah rangkaian biru kerana tidak menyiarkan rancangan kegemaran kami yang banyak memberi pengajaran kepada masyarakat.

dia mula berjalan ke arah ku dan sepantas kilat hatiku berdetik dan berdoa " tolonglah aku, Ya Allah!, tolonglah pengsankan orang ini kerana hodohnya keadaan rupa paras ku ini, tolonglah!....." well that didn't happen, orang tu tak pon pengsan!

dia terus membalikkan tag namaku yang ku sematkan di dada padat dan bidangku, dan dia menyebutnya #@*##, tu awak kan? saya ingat nama dan suara itu. lalu dia berpaling pulak kepada segelintar orang yang masih gagal mengelipkan mata kerana kepoh nak tahu punca pasalnya, "dia ni famous dulu, selalu keluar radio, ramai peminat dari golongan profesional dan business dengar rancangan dia, ha.....tu awak kan, kan?"

jika nak diikutkan hati, mau saja pada ketika itu bertukar jadi unggas lalu terbang bebas. sumpah! muka toreh tak berdarah. aku terus jadi hantu cina yang melompat-lompat tuh!  "sa...saya lah orang itu" lantas aku menjawab dan terasa benar besarnya kemaluan ku - err..maksudku bukan benda tu!
 

p.s. ini kesah benar, demi Allah tiada sedikitpon unsur riak.



Alhamdulillah, aku masih bernafas di tahun 2013

thank you ALLAH, my lord

i still find myself  breathing in the dawn of 2013, so that i could carry on to be your obedient and taqwa follower.

hey! camna sambutan new year? a friend call out to me! tengok bunga api? and so i went aghast almost to the brim of dumbfounded. this is the same peer that struggle through thick and thin, some people simply have no ability to change - old habits die hard!

years ago i would have arrogantly replied " are you crazy? didn't you see me in Merdeka Square? it seems like the only cool things to do to embrace the new year. " you must be out of your mind not to be there at the - happening of the year event! not to mention the crazy heat and sweat, suffocating environment right into the ocean of unruly revellers and unbearable ear-piercing rowdy music that came from the concert on stage, until you get to the countdown part and then fireworks!

alhamdulillah now i am reduce to....simply carrying on my routine of hajat prayers ( asking god for a much more fruitful year ahead) after the magrib and listening to new year sermon or tazkirah after the isyak prayers. and mind you i am not ashamed of myself for doing what seems to be so uncool to some of you.

at the putrajaya mosque, new year was done with a touch of style. after isyak prayers, what was called TAZCERT started at the foyer. it is a combi of words tazkirah and concert. there were two speakers that delivers the tazkirah on how muslims should embrace the new year the islamic way, intertwine with coral speaking, and nasyid presentations from students of the Islamic University College. food and drinks were distributed to the listeners. the gestures has managed to pull a bit of the crowd from the life concert that was held at the boulevard near the MOF building.

there were Muslim tourists from the Middle-eastern countries that were present and one of them said they did not have anything like this in their country and so immediately my respond was "is it good or bad do you think?"

a few of them were saying that this is a good approach, listening to the sermon braided with songs that praises the mighty lord. "the mosque prepared food and drinks so that we could listen and eat leisurely, this is a beautiful mosque!" especially so the mee, meehon and ketiew goreng were real sedap!

and oh! back the tazcert! they all agreed, by saying "I like..." so congrats to masjid putrajaya! if only the tourists knew this is the first year we embarked on something new like this! well, something is better than nothing, at the very least, there was an attempt of the mindset change.

on the way out of the dataran we got smacked right into the terrible jam of these youngsters making a beeline to the precint 10 bridge that passes through precint 8 and eventually to the Wawasan bridge that faced the MOF building to witness the fireworks!

just to make sure! checking the back of the car through the looking mirror, thank god, Alhamdulillah! my three teenage sons were with me and wanita comel all along and our next important agenda was to get some sleep. the Qia-mulail starts at 4 am in the morning.

as i lay in bed, almost half-asleep, i can't thank Allah enough for blessing  me with substantial rezqi as well as yielding me with marvelous and subservient spouse and sons.

And.... there goes the sound of fireworks at the distance. ZZZZzzzzzz.......