Monday, May 21, 2007
Aduh sedih nya.....
The first time I heard this song was at a supermarket - I was instantly mesmerised by the slow and sad tune. From that moment, the haunting music kept playing in my ears, all the while I was trying to find out who the singer was.
As you can see, I've finally managed to track down the song, titled Izinkan Ku Pergi. It's sung by a fellow named Kaer. Does anyone know who he is?. In the meantime, I think I'll let myself be carried away in the sad, sad melody...
(Please don't think that I am all about songs and melodies. It's just that at the moment, I am rather 'uninspired' to write about anything worth mentioning. However, not wanting to be left behind, I feel that it's just appropriate to fill up the empty space with something, wouldn't you agree?)
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Selamat Hari Ibu!!
Some of the heaven sent mothers that I have known and who have touched my lifeOh, sweet mother of mine, I love you more than you will ever know. You are loved more than words can say. I may not have that many opportunities to see or call you, but I never stop loving you. You made me who I am today... good and wonderful all because of you.
Mothers are the flowers of our lives, the thorns that prick us when we're off track, the leaves that catch us when we fall. Every day I see what a wonderful job you do raising all your children and I could never thank you enough for all that you have done. Thank you for your LOVE, SUPPORT, and GOOD HOME COOKING. And not forgetting, for potty training me.
To the sweetest Mom of them all. To the greatest Mom anyone ever had! You’re the absolute BEST Mom we could have and an inspiration to us all…thank you for your love, your joy, your guidance, your wisdom, and your smile.
We hope your every day is wonderful, especially today. May ALLAH bless you ALWAYS.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Shaken To The Bones
Pycno is finally back, alhamdulillah, after a long journey that has taken me to my favourite haunt up north, then to Kelantan. And now I'm back in KL. Arrived around 3 o' clock in the afternoon.
To be honest, Pycno extended invitations to the rest of the family, but nobody wanted to tag along. So you see, I'm always revealing myself! Pycno may appear to be lovable in cyberspace, but not to his loved ones in real life; so much so that they don't want to follow him even on holiday. So DITH, there's no need for the raised eyebrows. My solo holidays are actually a win-win situation for them and also for me.
I'm the kind of person who when around, I just can't pretend not seeing, or not knowing things which are happening around me. Case taken into example - waking up the household every morning. But even when I'm not around, I will still hold onto my 'reign of terror' (as described by my children). You can ask Bea, even when I was away in Penang, how many times did I SMS her in the mornings, just to check up on her whether she has woken up the children and performed their Subuh prayers or not.
Ayyo. Pycno really needs to learn to let go. I remember one of the entries written by DITH - the one about having an almost empty nest now. Why is it that I am not feeling as sad as her? Maybe when my nest is empty, only then do I no longer need those solo excursions to retain my sanity.
One thing I want to share with you about my trip to Penang this time around, is about the public transport on the island. If you ask me, Penang is only second to Kuala Lumpur. But why is it that I get the feeling that public transport there is comparable to India? Not that I've been to India, but perhaps Ayumi can enlighten us on this.
Now you just have a look at this:
Do you notice how the door is tied to the pole using a piece of rope?
I used to think that it was just my luck to get all the bone shaking buses. But as my recent trip proved, all of the buses serving Penang Island are very much capable of rattling your bones (Unfortunately, Pycno's bones aren't that young anymore. Does that mean I have to start taking Anelene Gold too?)
Now, Penang is a favourite with tourists; and just like Pycno, foreign visitors would also like to really get the feel of being a Malaysian, and not just show photos to their friends back in the UK. I wonder then, how do they feel when they board a bus to reach their destination - and I'm not only talking the feeling in their hearts, but also in their bones. Can you imagine the picture where those bone shakers go for the emergency brake? Not a pretty sight I can assure you.
Now you may be asking "If you have all those complaints, why not just take a taxi?". The reason is because I like using public transport. Even here in KL, I will always use the buses and the LRTs. So, every time I read about complaints by angry commuters in the newspapers, I can empathise with them. How I wish our big menteris try to board a packed LRT early in the mornings, or better still, try to stand directly under the sweaty armpits of a fat salesperson in a packed bus that hasn't been moving since the past 30 minutes, all the while being treated to the aroma of some cheap imitation perfume mixed with the piercing bodily odours from the rest of the passengers. Then you can tell us whether we are still 'almost there' as a developed nation.
I noticed this eatery at the Sungai Nibong bus terminal:
I guess that that the chef must absolutely love adding garlic and lots of ginger to his dishes. So much so that he's even inviting the customers to F**T disini as a show of appreciation.
Note: That was just a personal joke. Perhaps in Arabic, the name has a beautiful meaning. But to a person like me, I couldn't help but find it amusing, to say the least. Of course, I did not take my meal there, for I did not wish to show my appreciation through that way. Not in a cafeteria at least. Sorry for the blurred image. My son told me that I had forgotten to turn on the flash.
From Penang, I took another bus to Kota Bharu. Due to the long weekend, all the seats in the usual buses were already taken. So, I had to settle for a 'bas tambahan'. I was assured by the person selling the tickets that I'd be getting a comfortable 'bas persiaran'. However, that was not the case. Just like its cousins in Penang, this bus was also a bone shaker. Frankly speaking , I'm amazed it managed to arrive in one piece. Sure, the air conditioning was cold - something like winter in Coventry I suppose. But that does not really matter. So long as it took me safely to my destination to see my mother.
Just to share with readers here: the bad news is that the house is still not completed since the workers shifted their work to my brother-in-law's house, which is due for a wedding in June. So, kita mengalah dahulu lah. The good news is that the lower floor is done, and ready for occupation. In fact, my mother has moved back from my sister's house into that new room. I promise to post a picture once the whole thing is finished and painted nicely. As of now, there's not much difference between the interior and the exterior, except that the roof is now there, and the walls have been plastered.
I suppose it was because of my tales about the bus from hell that one of my favourite nieces offered her car for me to go back to KL. How nice! Can you believe it, I left my mother's house at 4 in the morning, and had my breakfast of nasi dagang at Kuala Terengganu, bought keropok lekor along the way, and even lemang at Kijal.The children absolutely loved the lemang, which I also gave some to my neighbours.
So Ikelah and DITH, I actually drove past Kuantan, Cherating and Gebeng, some time around noon. Of course I remembered all of you, but the idea of stopping all by myself was not a comfortable one. So when I read that comment from DITH about when are we going to go to TC, I quickly told Bea that we have to find time to visit you. But how do we go about doing that without bothering you? So, if you promise only to accept us when you are truly free, then we will come and drop by. If not, the most that we'll do is stroll along barefooted, with big straw hats and big shades, walking leisurely incognito on the beach behind (or is it in front of?) your house.
This is an entry written without much thought as I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I've always told you that I need a holiday after my holiday. Ni pun dah rasa seram sejuk dah. I think I'll go and cover myself now, if you'll excuse me.
To be honest, Pycno extended invitations to the rest of the family, but nobody wanted to tag along. So you see, I'm always revealing myself! Pycno may appear to be lovable in cyberspace, but not to his loved ones in real life; so much so that they don't want to follow him even on holiday. So DITH, there's no need for the raised eyebrows. My solo holidays are actually a win-win situation for them and also for me.
I'm the kind of person who when around, I just can't pretend not seeing, or not knowing things which are happening around me. Case taken into example - waking up the household every morning. But even when I'm not around, I will still hold onto my 'reign of terror' (as described by my children). You can ask Bea, even when I was away in Penang, how many times did I SMS her in the mornings, just to check up on her whether she has woken up the children and performed their Subuh prayers or not.
Ayyo. Pycno really needs to learn to let go. I remember one of the entries written by DITH - the one about having an almost empty nest now. Why is it that I am not feeling as sad as her? Maybe when my nest is empty, only then do I no longer need those solo excursions to retain my sanity.
One thing I want to share with you about my trip to Penang this time around, is about the public transport on the island. If you ask me, Penang is only second to Kuala Lumpur. But why is it that I get the feeling that public transport there is comparable to India? Not that I've been to India, but perhaps Ayumi can enlighten us on this.
Now you just have a look at this:
Do you notice how the door is tied to the pole using a piece of rope?Now, Penang is a favourite with tourists; and just like Pycno, foreign visitors would also like to really get the feel of being a Malaysian, and not just show photos to their friends back in the UK. I wonder then, how do they feel when they board a bus to reach their destination - and I'm not only talking the feeling in their hearts, but also in their bones. Can you imagine the picture where those bone shakers go for the emergency brake? Not a pretty sight I can assure you.
Now you may be asking "If you have all those complaints, why not just take a taxi?". The reason is because I like using public transport. Even here in KL, I will always use the buses and the LRTs. So, every time I read about complaints by angry commuters in the newspapers, I can empathise with them. How I wish our big menteris try to board a packed LRT early in the mornings, or better still, try to stand directly under the sweaty armpits of a fat salesperson in a packed bus that hasn't been moving since the past 30 minutes, all the while being treated to the aroma of some cheap imitation perfume mixed with the piercing bodily odours from the rest of the passengers. Then you can tell us whether we are still 'almost there' as a developed nation.
I noticed this eatery at the Sungai Nibong bus terminal:
I guess that that the chef must absolutely love adding garlic and lots of ginger to his dishes. So much so that he's even inviting the customers to F**T disini as a show of appreciation.
Note: That was just a personal joke. Perhaps in Arabic, the name has a beautiful meaning. But to a person like me, I couldn't help but find it amusing, to say the least. Of course, I did not take my meal there, for I did not wish to show my appreciation through that way. Not in a cafeteria at least. Sorry for the blurred image. My son told me that I had forgotten to turn on the flash.
From Penang, I took another bus to Kota Bharu. Due to the long weekend, all the seats in the usual buses were already taken. So, I had to settle for a 'bas tambahan'. I was assured by the person selling the tickets that I'd be getting a comfortable 'bas persiaran'. However, that was not the case. Just like its cousins in Penang, this bus was also a bone shaker. Frankly speaking , I'm amazed it managed to arrive in one piece. Sure, the air conditioning was cold - something like winter in Coventry I suppose. But that does not really matter. So long as it took me safely to my destination to see my mother.
Just to share with readers here: the bad news is that the house is still not completed since the workers shifted their work to my brother-in-law's house, which is due for a wedding in June. So, kita mengalah dahulu lah. The good news is that the lower floor is done, and ready for occupation. In fact, my mother has moved back from my sister's house into that new room. I promise to post a picture once the whole thing is finished and painted nicely. As of now, there's not much difference between the interior and the exterior, except that the roof is now there, and the walls have been plastered.
I suppose it was because of my tales about the bus from hell that one of my favourite nieces offered her car for me to go back to KL. How nice! Can you believe it, I left my mother's house at 4 in the morning, and had my breakfast of nasi dagang at Kuala Terengganu, bought keropok lekor along the way, and even lemang at Kijal.The children absolutely loved the lemang, which I also gave some to my neighbours.
So Ikelah and DITH, I actually drove past Kuantan, Cherating and Gebeng, some time around noon. Of course I remembered all of you, but the idea of stopping all by myself was not a comfortable one. So when I read that comment from DITH about when are we going to go to TC, I quickly told Bea that we have to find time to visit you. But how do we go about doing that without bothering you? So, if you promise only to accept us when you are truly free, then we will come and drop by. If not, the most that we'll do is stroll along barefooted, with big straw hats and big shades, walking leisurely incognito on the beach behind (or is it in front of?) your house.
This is an entry written without much thought as I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I've always told you that I need a holiday after my holiday. Ni pun dah rasa seram sejuk dah. I think I'll go and cover myself now, if you'll excuse me.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Belum Tentu Berapa Hari dan Berapa Malam
I know many cannot stand this song, not because that it's not a beautiful melody, but simply because a certain 'Malaysian sweetheart' happens to like it so much, just before her wedding day for reasons only known to her. Even Bea cannot stand listening to this tune. But fair and non-partisan Pycno will never allow emotions to rule his decision.
I've always loved this song, and it does not matter who else happens to like it too. Even if it is the worst of my enemies, I'll at least give that person credit for having the same good taste in music. So Bea, much as I can understand the reason why you cannot be listening and admiring this song so much loved by Malaysian's sweetheart, I still feel that you should not allow your emotions to rule your judgement, unless you honestly despise it. The song I mean.
So to keep it safe, I'm not dedicating this song to anybody else other than myself. Thank you :)
P.s. I'm going away for a short holiday to Penang and Kota Bharu, Kelantan. I'll be back at the end of next week. I know Yoshi that you'll be going to Cameron Highlands. Maybe I should drop by to meet you on my way to Penang? *wink*wink*
Tak apalah. Cukuplah kita berjumpa di Langkawi dulu, ye?
I've always loved this song, and it does not matter who else happens to like it too. Even if it is the worst of my enemies, I'll at least give that person credit for having the same good taste in music. So Bea, much as I can understand the reason why you cannot be listening and admiring this song so much loved by Malaysian's sweetheart, I still feel that you should not allow your emotions to rule your judgement, unless you honestly despise it. The song I mean.
So to keep it safe, I'm not dedicating this song to anybody else other than myself. Thank you :)
P.s. I'm going away for a short holiday to Penang and Kota Bharu, Kelantan. I'll be back at the end of next week. I know Yoshi that you'll be going to Cameron Highlands. Maybe I should drop by to meet you on my way to Penang? *wink*wink*
Tak apalah. Cukuplah kita berjumpa di Langkawi dulu, ye?
Thursday, April 19, 2007
A True story about Racism
The following scene took place on a BA flight between
Johannesburg and London.
This is a true story.
A White woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a Black man.
Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess.
"Madam, what is the matter," the Hostess asked.
"You obviously do not see it then?" she responded.
"You placed me next to a Black man.
I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group.
Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please, " the Hostess replied.
"Almost all the places on this flight are taken.
I will go to see if another seat is available."
The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later.
"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats
in the Economy class.
I spoke to the Captain and he informed me that there is
also no seats in the Business class.
All the same, we still have one seat in the First class."
Before the woman could say anything, the Hostess continued:
"It is not usual for our company to permit someone from
the Economy class to sit in the First class.
However, given the circumstances,
the Captain feels that it would be scandalous to make
someone sit next to someone so disgusting."
She turned to the Black guy, and said,
"Therefore, Sir,
if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage,
a seat awaits you in First class."
At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by
what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
If you are against Racism, please send this message to all your
friends.
Johannesburg and London.
This is a true story.
A White woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a Black man.
Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess.
"Madam, what is the matter," the Hostess asked.
"You obviously do not see it then?" she responded.
"You placed me next to a Black man.
I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group.
Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please, " the Hostess replied.
"Almost all the places on this flight are taken.
I will go to see if another seat is available."
The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later.
"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats
in the Economy class.
I spoke to the Captain and he informed me that there is
also no seats in the Business class.
All the same, we still have one seat in the First class."
Before the woman could say anything, the Hostess continued:
"It is not usual for our company to permit someone from
the Economy class to sit in the First class.
However, given the circumstances,
the Captain feels that it would be scandalous to make
someone sit next to someone so disgusting."
She turned to the Black guy, and said,
"Therefore, Sir,
if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage,
a seat awaits you in First class."
At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by
what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
If you are against Racism, please send this message to all your
friends.
Don't matter......
I'm posting this simple, yet beautiful and meaningful lyrics to assist Mynn and my Elvis to sing along. To the "muda dan semakin remaja" bloggers, you can also do the UB 40's moves to get the feel of the rythmn. And, I'm also dedicating Akon's song to Hiyoshi, who will be celebrating his 21st birthday today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY to you. Dah daftar mengundi?? And more importantly, dah ada calon untuk di undi??? ;)
"Don't Matter"
Konvict Konvict
Oh
Ohoohwooe
Oooh
Ooohhwooe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we'd last forever
I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'
Things between us don't get better
Men steady comin' after you
Women steady comin' after me
Seem like everybody wanna go for self
And don't wanna respect boundaries
Tellin' you all those lies
Just to get on your side
But I must admit there was a couple secrets
I held inside
But just know that I tried
To always apologize
And I'ma have you first always in my heart
To keep you satisfied
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Got every right to wanna leave
Got every right to wanna go
Got every right to hit the road
And never talk to me no more
You don't even have to call
Even check for me at all
Because the way I been actin' lately
Has been off the wall
Especially toward you
Puttin' girls before you
And they watchin' everything I been doin'
Just to hurt you
Most of it just ain't you
Ain't true
And they won't show you
How much of a queen you are to me
And why I love you baby
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Oh oh oh oh oh
Cause I got you
Cause I got you
Ooooh
Cause I got you babe
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
"Don't Matter"
Konvict Konvict
Oh
Ohoohwooe
Oooh
Ooohhwooe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we'd last forever
I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'
Things between us don't get better
Men steady comin' after you
Women steady comin' after me
Seem like everybody wanna go for self
And don't wanna respect boundaries
Tellin' you all those lies
Just to get on your side
But I must admit there was a couple secrets
I held inside
But just know that I tried
To always apologize
And I'ma have you first always in my heart
To keep you satisfied
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Got every right to wanna leave
Got every right to wanna go
Got every right to hit the road
And never talk to me no more
You don't even have to call
Even check for me at all
Because the way I been actin' lately
Has been off the wall
Especially toward you
Puttin' girls before you
And they watchin' everything I been doin'
Just to hurt you
Most of it just ain't you
Ain't true
And they won't show you
How much of a queen you are to me
And why I love you baby
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Oh oh oh oh oh
Cause I got you
Cause I got you
Ooooh
Cause I got you babe
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Terlalu Istimewa
It's that time of year again when I'm very, very busy with work (what else?) - not to say that I'm not around, reading and leaving comments wherever appropriate *wink*
Just to remind everyone that I'm still in business, the above video clip is dedicated to all the special people in my life. In more ways than one, you have touched my life and I will never be the same man again, ever.
Sesungguhnya kalian semua terlalu istimewa dalam hidup pycno....
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Of Needles and Squirrels
When Ikelah tagged me, I was a bit stunned. Honestly, what kind of weird things would a man of my age have left inside of me? But anyway, since he's such a good friend, I don't mind scavenging my 'box of memories' in search of perhaps some of the more crazy things I might have done as a young adult.
Note to family members: IF you happen to come across this, don't think of it as an opportunity to take personal swipes at me. You are not allowed to do so, so long as I'm the first to rise in the household.
One more thing: I do hope that I'm not revealing myself too much by telling you all these things.
1. I am, what you could call, a regular visitor of the gents. This however, has nothing to do with a lack of control over my bladder. Instead, it is an attribute of my water drinking habit. I drink a lot of water - something common with the Chinese - to the extent that I will make several trips to the loo in a day. My children have in the past, nicknamed me "The Pee-man". Now you know the real meaning behind the nickname Pycno - which is pronounced as Pee-no, mind you, or...should I change it to Pee-yes now? :)
2. As much as I frequent the toilet, I floss my teeth even more frequently. In fact, I can floss more than I brush. This would be a habit that I picked up during my days as a student overseas. So Mynn, I do hope you'll join me in a floss fiesta once you come back.
3. I suppose you already know how much I love to shop for clothes. However, what you don't know is that, when I like a particular article of clothing, I will buy several 'copies' of it - in different colours.
4. I am afraid of needles. In fact, I avoid them as one would avoid the plague. I hold so much terror in my heart for the thing, that when I was going for my hajj, I tried convincing the doctor in charge of my check up to skip the poking bit of the process. Thank goodness, I managed to pull it off. Ha'ah kan? What reason did I give to him? I've forgotten already.
5. I'm an old faithful - though this hardly counts as weird since I know of several other people who are also the same.
6. I have this unusual compulsion to hide the things that I've bought - and clothes would be right at the top of the list. In the end, I forget where I've hidden them. Bea calls me a squirrel for this trait of mine. Well, at least the next time we want to hold a treasure hunt, we needn't go to the woods or parks. It'd be enough just to hunt down all my past purchases scattered around the house.
So, how about that? Go on ikelah...have a good laugh. After all, laughter is always the BEST medicine. I hope my list of eccentricities would be therapeutic. Take care and ....semoga cepat sembuh. ;)
Note to family members: IF you happen to come across this, don't think of it as an opportunity to take personal swipes at me. You are not allowed to do so, so long as I'm the first to rise in the household.
One more thing: I do hope that I'm not revealing myself too much by telling you all these things.
1. I am, what you could call, a regular visitor of the gents. This however, has nothing to do with a lack of control over my bladder. Instead, it is an attribute of my water drinking habit. I drink a lot of water - something common with the Chinese - to the extent that I will make several trips to the loo in a day. My children have in the past, nicknamed me "The Pee-man". Now you know the real meaning behind the nickname Pycno - which is pronounced as Pee-no, mind you, or...should I change it to Pee-yes now? :)
2. As much as I frequent the toilet, I floss my teeth even more frequently. In fact, I can floss more than I brush. This would be a habit that I picked up during my days as a student overseas. So Mynn, I do hope you'll join me in a floss fiesta once you come back.
3. I suppose you already know how much I love to shop for clothes. However, what you don't know is that, when I like a particular article of clothing, I will buy several 'copies' of it - in different colours.
4. I am afraid of needles. In fact, I avoid them as one would avoid the plague. I hold so much terror in my heart for the thing, that when I was going for my hajj, I tried convincing the doctor in charge of my check up to skip the poking bit of the process. Thank goodness, I managed to pull it off. Ha'ah kan? What reason did I give to him? I've forgotten already.
5. I'm an old faithful - though this hardly counts as weird since I know of several other people who are also the same.
6. I have this unusual compulsion to hide the things that I've bought - and clothes would be right at the top of the list. In the end, I forget where I've hidden them. Bea calls me a squirrel for this trait of mine. Well, at least the next time we want to hold a treasure hunt, we needn't go to the woods or parks. It'd be enough just to hunt down all my past purchases scattered around the house.
So, how about that? Go on ikelah...have a good laugh. After all, laughter is always the BEST medicine. I hope my list of eccentricities would be therapeutic. Take care and ....semoga cepat sembuh. ;)
Back In Bangkok...Hmm, Takde Tempat Lain Ke?
Assalamualaikum and hello everybody. Sorry for keeping quiet for the last couple of weeks. I've been too busy and have actually been away out of the country. When Drroza was complaining how expensive it was to buy tickets for Mohamad's trip to London despite the recent MAS fair, boy, don't I know about that for I just bought tickets for myself, Bea and Elvis. I did not tell about it since our good friend was in hospital recently, and I don't think it was appropriate for me to be talking about merry making with everyone else feeling rather sober. However, the tickets had been bought, and plans had been made and so when the time came, I could no longer postpone it.
Yes, it was a belated anniversary gift for Bea. Not for Elvis though, even if I did have to bring him along (and have him missing school for a week). Yes, I was back in Bangkok for one whole week. Told you I'm an old faithful. If I like a place, then I'll go over and over again.
The weather was very hot - in the range of 3o to 35 degrees. Thankfully, it wasn't much of a sight seeing trip, more of like a really relaxing getaway, with lots of makan-makan to boot. Can you believe it that we spent most of our time at the shopping complexes? Not to say that we shopped extensively as we didn't carry that much cash with us. Maklumlah, rumah belum siap lagi. To be honest, with the current condition of the house, I felt a bit guilty to be going for a holiday. But both of us have been busy, and Bea has been very kind and helpful. Even my children were very supportive and thought that we deserve the break. Surprisingly, none of them whined, asking to tag along. Besides, my eldest has his exams sometime next month, my second will be sitting for his finals starting today, and my only daughter is also busy preparing for her SPM this year. Number 4 is so busy and so into rugby right now, and of course, the little Elvis; I just can't let him out of my sight even for a second.
Well, here are some pictures that I'd like to share with you. Just in case you would like to plan your own Bangkok getaway :))
I thought this was a good guide for tourists when hailing cabs.
This was at one of the Sky Train stations. Over there, they have security guards to ensure the safety of passengers. Definitely something we can learn.
The Thais are very creative. Can you see? Sugar cane being sold in the peeled form, just waiting to be chewed.
This Ferris Wheel was at Suan Lun Night Market. Elvis enjoyed himself very much riding it.
Meet Rahoo, the demon who according to myth, had something to do with the lunar eclipse. He was one of the characters at the Joe Louis Thai Traditional Puppet Theatre.
Well, you see how popular Elvis is. Here, he - or rather, his forehead - is flanked by two very pretty Thai girls.
At the Calypso Cabaret, Evis met another of his fans - Dan from Michigan.
Even on the way back at the departure hall, this Thai boy insisted to have his picture taken with Elvis (or was it the other way round?)
Another one of Elvis' antics - posing next to the Three Headed Dragon
p.s. I know that I've been tagged by Ikelah, however, I'm not quite in the right frame of mind yet to be telling weird things about myself. I promise to work on that once I'm back to normal. It's good to know that you are on the road to recovery, Ikelah. Still on leave? Take care my friend.
Yes, it was a belated anniversary gift for Bea. Not for Elvis though, even if I did have to bring him along (and have him missing school for a week). Yes, I was back in Bangkok for one whole week. Told you I'm an old faithful. If I like a place, then I'll go over and over again.
The weather was very hot - in the range of 3o to 35 degrees. Thankfully, it wasn't much of a sight seeing trip, more of like a really relaxing getaway, with lots of makan-makan to boot. Can you believe it that we spent most of our time at the shopping complexes? Not to say that we shopped extensively as we didn't carry that much cash with us. Maklumlah, rumah belum siap lagi. To be honest, with the current condition of the house, I felt a bit guilty to be going for a holiday. But both of us have been busy, and Bea has been very kind and helpful. Even my children were very supportive and thought that we deserve the break. Surprisingly, none of them whined, asking to tag along. Besides, my eldest has his exams sometime next month, my second will be sitting for his finals starting today, and my only daughter is also busy preparing for her SPM this year. Number 4 is so busy and so into rugby right now, and of course, the little Elvis; I just can't let him out of my sight even for a second.
Well, here are some pictures that I'd like to share with you. Just in case you would like to plan your own Bangkok getaway :))
I thought this was a good guide for tourists when hailing cabs.
This was at one of the Sky Train stations. Over there, they have security guards to ensure the safety of passengers. Definitely something we can learn.
The Thais are very creative. Can you see? Sugar cane being sold in the peeled form, just waiting to be chewed.
This Ferris Wheel was at Suan Lun Night Market. Elvis enjoyed himself very much riding it.
Meet Rahoo, the demon who according to myth, had something to do with the lunar eclipse. He was one of the characters at the Joe Louis Thai Traditional Puppet Theatre.
Well, you see how popular Elvis is. Here, he - or rather, his forehead - is flanked by two very pretty Thai girls.
At the Calypso Cabaret, Evis met another of his fans - Dan from Michigan.
Even on the way back at the departure hall, this Thai boy insisted to have his picture taken with Elvis (or was it the other way round?)
Another one of Elvis' antics - posing next to the Three Headed Dragonp.s. I know that I've been tagged by Ikelah, however, I'm not quite in the right frame of mind yet to be telling weird things about myself. I promise to work on that once I'm back to normal. It's good to know that you are on the road to recovery, Ikelah. Still on leave? Take care my friend.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Tentang Rumah Yang Belum Siap, Majlis Pertunangan dan Singa Yang Menjelma
Sudah lebih sebulan berlalu, dan rasa nya telah terlalu lama saya menghilangkan diri dari alam cyber. Walau pun ‘malas’ telah saya jadikan sebagai alasan sebelum ini, namun itu bukan sesungguhnya alasan yang sebenarnya. Sibuk tu, memang lah sibuk juga. Tapi, siapa pula, terutama sekali yang tinggal di ibu kota 
Seperti jangkaan drroza, beginilah rupa rumah ibu saya yang belum siap. Seperti sebuah kubu pertahanan Belanda.
Salah satu sudut di dalam bilik ibu saya
Inilah rupa siling berhias di dalam. Saya sukakan motif yang ringkas sahaja
Seperti mahu berkelahi pula mereka berdua ini. Agaknya yang satu mendapat ang pau lebih?
Selama sebulan lebih yang telah berlalu, banyak sekali yang telah berlaku.
Walau apa pun, biarlah kita berbicara tentang perkara-perkara yang boleh dan sanggup saya kongsikan bersama dengan anda di sini. Yang selebihnya, mungkin ada rakan lain yang akan menyentuh dan memperkatakan tentang nya, atau juga, suatu hari nanti, saya mungkin akan diberikan ilham serta kekuatan untuk menulis mengenainya.
Saya pernah memberitahu pada Aidil Fitri yang lalu, bahawa saya sedang membaiki rumah yang di diami oleh ibu saya di kampung. Pada masa itu harapan saya, ianya dapat disiapkan pada Hari Raya Korban. Betul sebagaimana dijangkakan oleh DITH….memang ianya belum lagi siap. Mungkin lepas ini DITH boleh menilik bila pula saya akan mendapat kenaikan gaji? Bergurau sahaja. Lebih baik saya bertanya kepada bos saya (Aha! Adakah itu bermakna pycno makan gaji? Jeng jeng jeng….)
Bagaimanapun, beginilah rupa rumah itu sekarang. Lebih baik daripada dulu, tidak begitu?
Seperti jangkaan drroza, beginilah rupa rumah ibu saya yang belum siap. Seperti sebuah kubu pertahanan Belanda.
Salah satu sudut di dalam bilik ibu saya
Inilah rupa siling berhias di dalam. Saya sukakan motif yang ringkas sahaja
Adakah para pembaca sekalian masih mengingati
Dan walaupun saya tidak melafazkannya di majlis tersebut, namun saya pasti sekiranya arwah Pakcik Lan dan Mak Nab masih ada, mereka tentu akan merasa terlalu gembira dengan pertunangan anak bongsu mereka itu. Saya dapat bayangkan Pakcik Lan dan jenaka-jenakanya yang sentiasa menghiburkan hati para hadirin, manakala Mak Nab pula tentu sekali akan sibuk membuat kerja sambil berceloteh bersama para wanita di dapur.
Kepada Nur Hafizah Mazlan, ucapan TAHNIAH dari Abang Pycno.....(itu lah nama Abang di alam cyber ini). Beritahu awal-awal ye bila nak kenduri nanti. Kami semua nak pergi ke Johor beramai-ramai untuk memeriahkan majlis dan bertemu sanak saudara di sana.
P/S: Dan baru sebentar tadi, rumah jiran kami di kunjungi dua ekor Singa. Saya mengambil kesempatan untuk mengucapkan Selamat Tahun Baru. Semoga di tahun "Baby" ini, kita semua akan mendapat kebaikan dan kesejahteraan
Sang Singa mencari-cari ang pau
Seperti mahu berkelahi pula mereka berdua ini. Agaknya yang satu mendapat ang pau lebih?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Only the best wishes for a good friend...on her special day!!
From Bea and Pycno:
Happy Birthday Roza, our very good friend
To us you are heaven sent
We’ve never known a brighter spirit
With all good thoughts and deeds of merit
A kinder person we’ve rarely known
Your friendship true and love you’ve shown
So today our special friend
With all our love we do send
Special bouquets of all God’s flowers
Filled with prayers with all His powers
To keep you safe throughout your days
And strength no matter what comes your way
Be strong my friend, and may Allah always be with you
Saturday, January 13, 2007
...zzzzz........
I'm just lazy to post anything for now. Lazy to leave any comments and lazy to even think. I'm lazy to even finish this sentence.........zzzzzzzzzz........
White flag.....I surrender.
White flag.....I surrender.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Cinta.
Sungguh pun Pycno suka menonton, tidak lah pula gemar Pycno mengheboh-hebohkan cerita apa yang telah ditonton atau bakal ditonton. Bukan nya apa....Pycno sendiri tidak bangga dengan hobi ini, malah sedar dan malu dengan diri sendiri. Ingin sekali saya mencari sebab dan alasan untuk membawa bersama anak atau isteri untuk menonton bersama. Setidak-tidaknya kalau terserempak dengan orang yang mengenali Pycno di pawagam, senang saja saya memberikan alasan bahawa Pycno sebenarnya di 'paksa' anak atau isteri untuk menemani mereka menonton, walaupun hakikat adalah sebaliknya.
Paling saya gemar ialah menonton sendirian di pawagam yang tidak ramai penonton, atau lebih baik lagi, langsung tidak ada orang yang menonton selain dari Pycno. Apa lagi kalau cerita nya bagus, dapatlah saya menghayati cerita sepenuhnya tanpa gangguan orang disebelah yang mengunyah bertih jagung atau menghirup coke atau pepsi, siap dengan kesan bunyi nya sekali. Pycno juga tidak sabar dengan orang yang menerima panggilan dari telefon bimbit mereka sewaktu menonton. Demikian juga dengan pasangan yang bukan sebenarnya berhajat untuk datang menonton, tapi sebaliknya lebih berminat untuk berlakon didalam panggung. Gelagat-gelagat yang kurang sihat inilah menyebabkan Pycno tidak berapa gemar untuk membawa anak-anak bersama. Mujurlah juga anak-anak saya sendiri tidak pula gemar menonton.
Namun begitu, kalaulah anda kelapangan, pergilah menonton filem CINTA. Bawalah anak dan pasangan anda bersama. Ada pengajaran untuk semua. Saya telah membawa Bea dan anak-anak menonton semalam, dan kami semua bersetuju ini adalah satu-satu nya filem Melayu yang baik sekali. Kalau sudah menyaksikan filem itu nanti, berikan apa pendapat anda mengenainya.
Selamat menonton...
P/S: Untuk menyenangkan Mama Sarah menyanyi bersama, saya sertakan lirik lagu dari UNGU. Mama sarah hanya dibenarkan menyanyi bersama, BUKAN me'nyumbangkan' lagu tersebut, ya!! ;)
menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu
membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku
mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah
saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku
banyak kata
yang tak mampu kuungkapkan
kepada dirimu
Chorus:
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
sepanjang hidupku
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
meski waktu akan mampu
memanggil seluruh ragaku
ku ingin kau tau
kuslalu milikmu
yang mencintaimu
sepanjang hidupku
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
meski waktu akan mampu
memanggil seluruh ragaku
ku ingin kau tau
kuslalu milikmu
yang mencintaimu
Paling saya gemar ialah menonton sendirian di pawagam yang tidak ramai penonton, atau lebih baik lagi, langsung tidak ada orang yang menonton selain dari Pycno. Apa lagi kalau cerita nya bagus, dapatlah saya menghayati cerita sepenuhnya tanpa gangguan orang disebelah yang mengunyah bertih jagung atau menghirup coke atau pepsi, siap dengan kesan bunyi nya sekali. Pycno juga tidak sabar dengan orang yang menerima panggilan dari telefon bimbit mereka sewaktu menonton. Demikian juga dengan pasangan yang bukan sebenarnya berhajat untuk datang menonton, tapi sebaliknya lebih berminat untuk berlakon didalam panggung. Gelagat-gelagat yang kurang sihat inilah menyebabkan Pycno tidak berapa gemar untuk membawa anak-anak bersama. Mujurlah juga anak-anak saya sendiri tidak pula gemar menonton.
Namun begitu, kalaulah anda kelapangan, pergilah menonton filem CINTA. Bawalah anak dan pasangan anda bersama. Ada pengajaran untuk semua. Saya telah membawa Bea dan anak-anak menonton semalam, dan kami semua bersetuju ini adalah satu-satu nya filem Melayu yang baik sekali. Kalau sudah menyaksikan filem itu nanti, berikan apa pendapat anda mengenainya.
Selamat menonton...
P/S: Untuk menyenangkan Mama Sarah menyanyi bersama, saya sertakan lirik lagu dari UNGU. Mama sarah hanya dibenarkan menyanyi bersama, BUKAN me'nyumbangkan' lagu tersebut, ya!! ;)
Tercipta Untukku
menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu
membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku
mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah
saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku
banyak kata
yang tak mampu kuungkapkan
kepada dirimu
Chorus:
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
sepanjang hidupku
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
meski waktu akan mampu
memanggil seluruh ragaku
ku ingin kau tau
kuslalu milikmu
yang mencintaimu
sepanjang hidupku
aku ingin engkau slalu
hadir dan temani aku
disetiap langkah
yang meyakiniku
kau tercipta untukku
meski waktu akan mampu
memanggil seluruh ragaku
ku ingin kau tau
kuslalu milikmu
yang mencintaimu
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Papa Bear
I was scratching my head wondering where my profile picture had gone to when my eldest son came around and casually provided the answer. Since he was so kind in explaining why my picture had mysteriously disappeared, I also asked him to find a new picture for me. I thought I almost heard a snort of disgruntlement from him
Anyway, this picture really depicts me. On more than one occasion I've found myself falling asleep in my chair while reading the daily newspaper, or any other reading material for that matter. Somehow or rather, even Bea and Elvis also ask me to go sleep in the room. The problem is, when I want to go sleep, I can't. So I end up sleeping on the chair in the end. Kadang-kadang sampai sakit leher dibuatnya.
Just a short, short entry. To relieve the sakit mata from reading too much ;)
Friday, November 24, 2006
Apa khabar semua?
"I Just Called to Say I Love You" is a song written, produced and performed by Stevie Wonder as part of the soundtrack to the 1984 film The Woman in Red. The midtempo ballad expresses how simply calling someone to tell them you love them can make even the most unremarkable day of your life magical. It's one of Wonder's most simplistic, sweetly melodic and sentimental songs, and, with its quintessentially mid-80s synthesizers and drum machines, is a far cry from his more organic and experimental 1970s material. For those reasons it was savaged by critics upon its release. However, the public were seduced by its simple charms, making it easily Wonder's most successful single to date.
The song was number one on the Billboard Hot 100 for three weeks from October 13, 1984 and also became Wonder's first UK number-one hit, staying at the top for 6 weeks. It also won a Golden Globe and an Oscar for Best Song."
The extract above is from: Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. I'm pretty sure though that DITH and Ikelah would be so familiar with the lyrics and the simple tune. In fact that was also our (Bea and me) special song. It was as if Stevie Wonder knew what was going on and had specially written those lyrics when Bea was so busy 'kelip-kelip mata kat Pycno tidak berapa lama dahulu'....he...he.... ;)I am still very busy at the moment. This short entry is just to say that I love you....ALL of you.
And to Bea, Pycno sayang kamu!! Thank you for the help. I really appreciate it.
Monday, November 13, 2006
On Pause Mode..........
I will not be making any new entries for the next three or four weeks. Which is funny, because that seems to be what I have been doing all along. But at least before this, the thought of posting something was there. However, in these coming weeks, I won't even have the capacity to think of writing a new entry as I will be too busy to do so. But this is some relaxing music to accompany those who happen to drop by. Just ease into your chair and loosen up. Light up a scented candle for some added aromatherapy. Pour yourself some sparkling fruit juice and close your eyes as the music takes over.
Music has always been a very important part of me. For all you know, we might just be listening to and enjoying the relaxing music together :)
Enjoy.......
Music has always been a very important part of me. For all you know, we might just be listening to and enjoying the relaxing music together :)
Enjoy.......
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Satu Hari di Hari Raya.....
Perubahan pada lagu yang mengiringi entri ini hanyalah sekadar menandakan kejayaan Pycno yang baru sahaja menamatkan 'puasa 6'. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Walaupun rancangan pada awalnya ialah untuk memulakan puasa enam hari di bulan Syawal, sehari selepas Hari Raya Aidil Fitri yang lalu, Pycno hanya berjaya memulakan misi pada hari Isnin yang lalu. Itu pun Pycno tidak dapat melaksanakan nya secara berterusan. Maklum saja lah, bila sudah mula bekerja, ada-ada saja cabaran nya, samada dalam bentuk jamuan yang diadakan di pejabat, atau jemputan rumah terbuka yang di adakan. Tidak kurang juga cobaan dan dugaan dalam bentuk kueh-mueh yang masih ada di rumah, di tambah pula dengan ahli keluarga yang semuanya belum lagi memulakan puasa 6 lagi.
Sebenarnya Bea kurang sihat sejak seminggu yang lalu, batuk dan demam. Alhamdulillah beliau sudah kembali pulih, bahkan sudah memulakan berpuasa hari ini. Jadi sempat juga lah kami berbuka puasa bersama-sama petang tadi. (Bagi Bea puasa hari pertama) Pada kebiasaan nya, Bea yang lebih awal menamatkan puasa 6 nya, tapi kali ini Pycno yang berjaya mengatasi nya. Sebagai merayakan kejayaan, selepas menghantar Elvis ke pusat tuisyen 8 malam tadi, Pycno bawa dan belanja Bea makan di Kopitiam Old Town, di cawangan terbaru mereka di Alpha Angle, Wangsa Maju. Kami minum kopi susu, dan makan roti bakar disapu kaya dan mentega, dan telur masak separuh. Makanan nya 'simple' sekali, tapi suasana di situ mengembalikan ingatan kepada zaman 60an dan awal 70an. Terkenang Pycno betapa seronoknya minum di kedai kopi sebegitu bersama arwah Ayah dulu. Kalau lah Ayah masih ada, pasti Pycno membawa nya untuk minum bersama-sama lagi, tapi apakan daya...
Sebagai merayakan kejayaan menamatkan puasa 6 ini juga, InsyaAllah Pycno bercadang untuk membawa Bea dan Elvis bercuti 3 hari 2 malam. InsyaAllah, kami akan ke Pulau Pinang pada hari Rabu ini. Bea sebenarnya agak keberatan untuk pergi sebab katanya, beliau baru sahaja memulakan puasa Syawal nya. Tapi Pycno memujuknya dan berjanji akan memberikan sokongan moral agar puasa nya tidak akan terjejas, bahkan ini juga memberi peluang baik bagi Bea untuk berbuka puasa dengan nasi kandar di Penang nanti.
Okay lah, kalau rajin Pycno akan menulis lagi di Penang nanti. Kalau tidak, dengar dan nikmati serta hayati lah lirik puitis dari M. Nasir dalam lagu ini...
Sebenarnya Bea kurang sihat sejak seminggu yang lalu, batuk dan demam. Alhamdulillah beliau sudah kembali pulih, bahkan sudah memulakan berpuasa hari ini. Jadi sempat juga lah kami berbuka puasa bersama-sama petang tadi. (Bagi Bea puasa hari pertama) Pada kebiasaan nya, Bea yang lebih awal menamatkan puasa 6 nya, tapi kali ini Pycno yang berjaya mengatasi nya. Sebagai merayakan kejayaan, selepas menghantar Elvis ke pusat tuisyen 8 malam tadi, Pycno bawa dan belanja Bea makan di Kopitiam Old Town, di cawangan terbaru mereka di Alpha Angle, Wangsa Maju. Kami minum kopi susu, dan makan roti bakar disapu kaya dan mentega, dan telur masak separuh. Makanan nya 'simple' sekali, tapi suasana di situ mengembalikan ingatan kepada zaman 60an dan awal 70an. Terkenang Pycno betapa seronoknya minum di kedai kopi sebegitu bersama arwah Ayah dulu. Kalau lah Ayah masih ada, pasti Pycno membawa nya untuk minum bersama-sama lagi, tapi apakan daya...
Sebagai merayakan kejayaan menamatkan puasa 6 ini juga, InsyaAllah Pycno bercadang untuk membawa Bea dan Elvis bercuti 3 hari 2 malam. InsyaAllah, kami akan ke Pulau Pinang pada hari Rabu ini. Bea sebenarnya agak keberatan untuk pergi sebab katanya, beliau baru sahaja memulakan puasa Syawal nya. Tapi Pycno memujuknya dan berjanji akan memberikan sokongan moral agar puasa nya tidak akan terjejas, bahkan ini juga memberi peluang baik bagi Bea untuk berbuka puasa dengan nasi kandar di Penang nanti.
Okay lah, kalau rajin Pycno akan menulis lagi di Penang nanti. Kalau tidak, dengar dan nikmati serta hayati lah lirik puitis dari M. Nasir dalam lagu ini...
Satu hari di Hari Raya
Ku lihat cahaya bersinar indah
Langit cemerlang tak terkira
Tanda kuasa yang Maha Esa
Memberi nikmat pada manusia
Satu hari di Hari Raya
Ku dengar irama yang sungguh indah
Ku coba mendekati padanya
Kira irama itu adalah
Suara pujian pada yang Esa
Satu hari di Hari Raya
Aku menangis tanda gembira
Aku menangis tanda ku cinta kepadaNya
Satu hari di Hari Raya
Ku lihat wajah suci ibuku
Ku lihat wajah kasih ayahku
Ku gembira
Mungkin inilah dia kebahagiaan
Friday, October 27, 2006
Bila Takbir Bergema
What a journey…
Yes, it was. It was on Saturday afternoon – after Asar, to be exact – that I decided to 'balik kampong'. Initially, the journey back was promising even when you take into consideration the mamak who virtually slaughtered us with his pricey (and may I add, unpalatable) curry at a restaurant in a quaint, small town three hours away from Kuala Lumpur. Yes, that was where we broke our fast. But that did not dampen our festive spirit. In fact, my Elvis was singing non-stop his latest craze, a song entitled “But It’s Better If You Do So” by Panic! At The Disco. Musical bands today have such funny names, wouldn’t you agree?
It was only when we reached the next town, that the nightmare began. As we were ascending the steep hills, traffic was at almost a standstill. I had frightening thoughts that probably an accident had occurred ahead of us. Thankfully, it was only a very heavy lorry in the way. Still……
So how was my Raya?
It wasn’t so much of the celebration, neither the place nor the food. Instead, it was more of spending time together with my aged mother. Raya this time around was all about her. In fact, I was hardly moving around, going out. I wasn't even going around visiting my relatives. Time was not only short, but also precious to me and the children. It was more of me staying at home and reminding my children to go sit down and make small talk with their grandmother.
What made me feel so proud was when Bea and my only daughter helped my mother to 'mandi sunat Eidulfitri'. My old mother was so touched by this gesture of kindness that she couldn’t help but cry. In fact, she cries a lot now. When we salam, kiss and hug her on Raya morning, tears roll down her cheeks. Deep down inside, I know that they are tears of happiness. And I am the kind of person that can’t help but feel choked with emotion everytime I see another person crying. As she was being bathed, my mother asked Bea whether she (Bea) had the opportunity to do the same thing with her own mother. Bea replied that she did not have that chance. You see, my mother-in-law suffered for only a brief period before passing away due to cervical cancer, which was only discovered at a very late stage.
That simple episode, to me, was a chance for Bea to do something which she never got to do with her own mother. And for my own mother, it was an opportunity for her to see another side of her daughter-in-law which she has never seen before this.
I’ve told you that I am now helping to repair my mother’s house to make it more comfortable for her. As a result, she is at present staying with my eldest sister, whose house is just a couple of houses away. I was hoping that the renovation work would be complete before Raya, but it turned out that progress was a bit slow. This is how the repaired house looks like, as of now. What do you think? Can it be ready by Raya Haji?
Raya pics
Mama Sarah and Mynn were asking for my Raya pictures, but unfortunately, the only pictures that I can share with readers here would be the one above and the one below. So, to both Mynn and Mama Sarah, can I present you with a bouquet instead?
Sorry Mynn and Mama Sarah. You see, if Pycno shows himself, then he will have to stop blogging. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Both DITH and Ikelah already know the reason to this because we’ve already met in person. But believe me Mynn, as a ‘celebrity’, I am quite sure that you’ve seen me around. Try looking back in all the entertainment magazines that you possess, or you can either go to the World Wide Web. I’m really, really sure that you must have seen me once or twice without realizing that it was me. Here’s a tip for you: Wikipedia hehehehe……Sorry, just kidding Mynn. But don’t worry. I’ll reveal my true self when the time is right.
Lastly, much as I’ve reminded DITH to start on Puasa 6 as soon as possible, I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t started with my own. But I’ll get to it. I promise. Let’s have a challenge to see who’ll finish first, shall we?
Selamat Hari Raya everyone :)
Saturday, October 21, 2006
And Finally...A Ramadhan/Syawal Entry
Jangan Raya lagi, we’re still in Ramadhan…
Just a couple more days of Ramadhan left. A good friend of mine sent me a message at the beginning of the fasting month, reminding that this may just be the last Ramadhan of our lives. It was somewhat a shock treatment to me. But when the message finally sank in, how true it can be. And sometimes, we take for granted our Ramadhans, and then Raya comes by and we have fun. And then another year goes by, and by the time we realize it, the fasting month has once again arrive at our doorsteps. And so the cycle continues. Just goes on to show how we take things for granted; our loved ones, our fasting, and indeed, our lives too sometimes. But what if, this year really was the last Ramadhan that we get to celebrate? Hmm…..
Balik Kampung
I have not yet decided when exactly to begin the long journey back home. As of now, I am still waiting for the masses to finish with their ‘exodus’ (the news predicted that these two days would see a massive convoy going back to their respective kampungs). To those who decide to drive this Raya, please do take care. It was only just tonight, as I was fetching my eldest son did I witness an accident along the Genting-Klang road. Send shivers down my spine, it did; and I don’t think that the driver survived, judging from how bad the state of the vehicle was in. I don’t enjoy driving, especially long distances. If I had my way, balik kampong should be either before or after everybody has gone back. But mental images of my aged mother waiting in anticipation for our return push away any thoughts of procrastination. Just as I am happy now that all my children are back home, I am sure that my mother too would be happy to see us arrive at her doorstep.
Baju Raya
I once wrote that in my younger days, Raya was quite full of suspense since I would be always asking “Will there be a Baju Raya for me this year?” This is not so with my children since they already know that they will get Baju Raya. Instead, the question that they frequently ask would be “What colour is our theme this year?” It has been for many years now that I try to have the family members wear different shades of the same colour. I am tempted to tell you what colour we’re wearing this year, but I think I’ll keep that as a surprise. Who knows? Maybe you will get to see....hmmmm……..
Kuih Raya
Pycnogenol has not made any kuih raya since…dinosaur ages, I would say. We have always been busy and friends have always been so kind hearted to give us their kuih raya. Of course, as a saving grace, I do also buy my own kuih, to bring back to the kampung. Kak Zah (if you remember her) has given up on asking me whether the kuih that I bring back are bought or made, as she already knows the answer – and so do you, I think. What is your favourite kuih raya?
Raya gatherings.
Last year has got to be one of the more memorable Rayas for me since it was the Raya where I had the opportunity to meet a number of good friends. And even now, I am still smiling as I remember the looks on both ikelah and drroza‘s face when they finally found out who pycnogenol really was *wink* They were so surprised that they managed to forget about asking for an autograph. Not forgetting, nurelhuda and her lovely children. It was such a joy to finally meet all these wonderful people in person. Of course, it was only this year that I was able to meet sofi, sarah, habibah and solehah. But the same facial expression was painted on all of their faces – especially solehah and habibah ;) Actually, all this talk about raya gathering is just to tease mynn and mama sarah. So mynn, if you want to have a personal raya gathering with pycnogenol, do tell my ‘secretary’ earlier – three months in advance would be just nice. And do bring along that DSLR of yours. You wouldn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of taking pictures with me, would you?
Selamat Hari Raya
As much as pycnogenol likes to make jokes and pull the legs of others, I always remind myself not to go too far. But as a human being, I may be unaware of the mistakes that I have made. So to those who may have felt a bit disturbed by my banter, do forgive me. It wasn’t intended to be malicious; just to lighten up the festive spirit. So guys, Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin dari pycno, bea and anak-anak.
p.s. you will realize that there’s a raya song accompanying this entry. Thanks go to sofi for her help. I know that you’ve sent me the instructions a long time ago, but it was only after my eldest son came back today, did I manage to make the thing work (Yes, I am that bad with technology).
Food for thought
Some people misunderstand the meaning of exchanging ‘salam’ and seeking for forgiveness during Raya, or any other day for that matter. I have given this some serious thought and am I right to say that: Forgiveness is a gift that you can give anyone - the dead, the dangerous or even The Big Creep, your enemy - at any time, without strings. And such a gift may be the healthiest thing you can do for yourself. Reconciliation, however, is not always possible or even desirable. For example, you can forgive someone who has battered you, but your safety requires that you keep away. Or you may forgive a compulsive gambler, but never loan them money. So forgiveness is always a good first step, but the next step, reconciliation, takes careful consideration because it takes two.
Just a couple more days of Ramadhan left. A good friend of mine sent me a message at the beginning of the fasting month, reminding that this may just be the last Ramadhan of our lives. It was somewhat a shock treatment to me. But when the message finally sank in, how true it can be. And sometimes, we take for granted our Ramadhans, and then Raya comes by and we have fun. And then another year goes by, and by the time we realize it, the fasting month has once again arrive at our doorsteps. And so the cycle continues. Just goes on to show how we take things for granted; our loved ones, our fasting, and indeed, our lives too sometimes. But what if, this year really was the last Ramadhan that we get to celebrate? Hmm…..
Balik Kampung
I have not yet decided when exactly to begin the long journey back home. As of now, I am still waiting for the masses to finish with their ‘exodus’ (the news predicted that these two days would see a massive convoy going back to their respective kampungs). To those who decide to drive this Raya, please do take care. It was only just tonight, as I was fetching my eldest son did I witness an accident along the Genting-Klang road. Send shivers down my spine, it did; and I don’t think that the driver survived, judging from how bad the state of the vehicle was in. I don’t enjoy driving, especially long distances. If I had my way, balik kampong should be either before or after everybody has gone back. But mental images of my aged mother waiting in anticipation for our return push away any thoughts of procrastination. Just as I am happy now that all my children are back home, I am sure that my mother too would be happy to see us arrive at her doorstep.
Baju Raya
I once wrote that in my younger days, Raya was quite full of suspense since I would be always asking “Will there be a Baju Raya for me this year?” This is not so with my children since they already know that they will get Baju Raya. Instead, the question that they frequently ask would be “What colour is our theme this year?” It has been for many years now that I try to have the family members wear different shades of the same colour. I am tempted to tell you what colour we’re wearing this year, but I think I’ll keep that as a surprise. Who knows? Maybe you will get to see....hmmmm……..
Kuih Raya
Pycnogenol has not made any kuih raya since…dinosaur ages, I would say. We have always been busy and friends have always been so kind hearted to give us their kuih raya. Of course, as a saving grace, I do also buy my own kuih, to bring back to the kampung. Kak Zah (if you remember her) has given up on asking me whether the kuih that I bring back are bought or made, as she already knows the answer – and so do you, I think. What is your favourite kuih raya?
Raya gatherings.
Last year has got to be one of the more memorable Rayas for me since it was the Raya where I had the opportunity to meet a number of good friends. And even now, I am still smiling as I remember the looks on both ikelah and drroza‘s face when they finally found out who pycnogenol really was *wink* They were so surprised that they managed to forget about asking for an autograph. Not forgetting, nurelhuda and her lovely children. It was such a joy to finally meet all these wonderful people in person. Of course, it was only this year that I was able to meet sofi, sarah, habibah and solehah. But the same facial expression was painted on all of their faces – especially solehah and habibah ;) Actually, all this talk about raya gathering is just to tease mynn and mama sarah. So mynn, if you want to have a personal raya gathering with pycnogenol, do tell my ‘secretary’ earlier – three months in advance would be just nice. And do bring along that DSLR of yours. You wouldn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of taking pictures with me, would you?
Selamat Hari Raya
As much as pycnogenol likes to make jokes and pull the legs of others, I always remind myself not to go too far. But as a human being, I may be unaware of the mistakes that I have made. So to those who may have felt a bit disturbed by my banter, do forgive me. It wasn’t intended to be malicious; just to lighten up the festive spirit. So guys, Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin dari pycno, bea and anak-anak.
p.s. you will realize that there’s a raya song accompanying this entry. Thanks go to sofi for her help. I know that you’ve sent me the instructions a long time ago, but it was only after my eldest son came back today, did I manage to make the thing work (Yes, I am that bad with technology).
Food for thought
Some people misunderstand the meaning of exchanging ‘salam’ and seeking for forgiveness during Raya, or any other day for that matter. I have given this some serious thought and am I right to say that: Forgiveness is a gift that you can give anyone - the dead, the dangerous or even The Big Creep, your enemy - at any time, without strings. And such a gift may be the healthiest thing you can do for yourself. Reconciliation, however, is not always possible or even desirable. For example, you can forgive someone who has battered you, but your safety requires that you keep away. Or you may forgive a compulsive gambler, but never loan them money. So forgiveness is always a good first step, but the next step, reconciliation, takes careful consideration because it takes two.
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