Ronda² Malaya

 Gua baru blk ronda² malaya beb

Nanti esuk lusa gua cita

InshaAllah 

La ni gua nk bersidang dgn kaum bermuzakarah sambil bermantul²an

Layan.. 

to b better..

 

stupidity @ ass-lickers of d highest order

d DO, in the middle, with his fellow goonies

 

how dumb can u be, to name a stadium after your own name, albeit in inverted order, n acting as if u were unaware it's your name after all?

that's what took place in kedah @ padang terap @ kuala nerang recently when a district officer, Hakim Ariff, named d stadium after himself. self projection in d dumbest manner possible! and he even explained that d name was derived from greek or spanish, n arabic as well. adoyai..

recent search showed that ffira in bulgarian means wastage @ pembaziran.

u assume we are so gullible to simply swallow what u've said? asshole!

life is so unforgivably short ..

 

my Bak d musician; my siblings d artistes; n me d great pretender

Bak, in d middle, in this 1950s police band picture

 Bak once played the accordian, so he told me. us, his children, actually. that was way before he married Mak in 1954. after being married he still continued playing at functions across Johore. but later in the late 1960s i guess commitment towards the family made him put aside his love for music. he listened to mostly malay traditional songs; asli, keroncong, ghazal; artiste like r. azmi, p. ramlee, jasni, momo latif, nona aisha and many others, though he did follow d western artistes such as nat king cole, bing crosby n elvis. later in his life he enjoyed listening to sharifah aini, and to an extent siti norhaliza too, as long as the songs sung have the traditional flavors.

so it's not surprising that his talent n liking in music rub off upon his children. abang, my eldest sibling, is a great singer, akak too can sing n actually won contests when she was younger, ajib n al can play d guitar n sing too, n my youngest sibling, ida, has a wonderful voice as well actually. but nazam stands out from the rest because he made a living playing music: he could play d piano, blow instruments but d guitar is where he found his fame. he could play it as if his fingers had eyes of their own. i went to see him performing when i could when he was plying his trade around the country. not forgetting my beautiful Mak, who had such a lovely soft voice, n i swear i could hear her singing d lullaby just by mentioning about it.

Actually some of my siblings are multi talented because al is a script writer n film director n he plays d ukelele too n ida writes very well n i love to read her writings. 

as for me, i just sing n play d guitar to layan kepala aje though once in d 1980s i had dreamed of being a singer in a band. it didn't work out but i still enjoy d moments in my 'own bands' here n there, now n then. i play solo normally, coz i always customize d songs to suit my singing. thus it's easier being a lone ranger. 

i learn to play d guitar from my brothers obviously. al with his john denver's songs, ajib with his malay songs n we had a song book which consisted thousands of english songs, from d 50s to d 70's. then when i was fifteen, my time with d cherry boys widen my varieties, n i played reggae n rock n roll a lot back then, interlace with malay songs from d 60s, 70s, :alleycat, carefree, flybait, black dog bone, kembara n many others.

in d early 80s, i n muzaimie, an old friend during my disco days, wanted to form a band. and we even had kudin, the headwind keyboardist, on our wing. but thing didn't turn out. after i went to d maktab ilmu khas, there i found my first real band. it was d flexible, consisting of jon boo on d keyboard as well as d band leader, lan rock on d bass, mastor on d drum, mat spark on d guitar n yours truly d singer. we played at many functions during my time time at d college because we were flexible: we could belt out any songs to suit d occasions. it was a gratifying moment to be with my band mates. but we separated ways when we received our postings. so, i continued being a solo performer once again.

then, in 1995, when i continued my studies at usm, i had a new band, d kgm. it was an unplugged trio actually: cha'om played d bongo @ percussion, abg zam played d maracas n i played d guitar n sang as well. nasir chipped in with d back-up vocal n sometimes he would sing a song too. d band lasted a year because all my band members were in d final year, except me being in first year. sabo je la, knn.

now that i've been teaching in lumut for more than twenty years, i occasionally would groom my students to perform d nasyid or choir with a progressive approach, n those who have d penchant in playing musical instruments, i would have them practise with me especially when there were functions for me to perform. it's a good experience for them, n a fulfilling activity for me.

nowadays, once a month sort of, i would have a jammin session with d cincirak, my kampung band. well, it's not really a band because there are only two instuments. i play d guitar, n gaban plays d drum. pe'oih would sometimes be d vocalist n we would jam for a couple of hours till we exhausted all d songs in our heads. d location would always b gaban's office. memang mantul, gua cakap lu hahaa

honestly, it's a marvelous feeling n a form of escapism to get d stress out of d system everytime i have my jammin session. but i don't do it much often as i would love to. yelah, dh tua, knnn, hahaa, n i try to minimise my poya2 activities. nanti orang cakap tak sedo diri pulak dhh hahaa

but i still look forward to it, coz i guess it runs in d blood.

layan.. 

Guala! - d great pretender

Just another day.. (in paradise)

 

nk

Dan kerinduan ini

Dan kerinduan ini

Untuk kesekian kali

Begitu menyiksa

Jiwa

 

Dan kerinduan ini

Adalah doa tak henti-henti

Mengintai di celah kenangan

Menghimpit perasaan

 

Dan kerinduan ini

Terus menusuk hati

Yang tiba hanya pilu

Datang bertamu

 

Biarlah sukma terus merindu

Kerna hanya itu yang mampu

Walau pedih menyiat

Sepanjang hayat

 

nkc  @ Lekio

 

 

legends

Farrokh Bulsara @ Freddie Mercury n Queen & Diego Armando Maradona in 1981

 

it makes me wonda

 Pergi tak kembali

Itu yang tertinggi

Kerna itu yang abadi

 

Ke, macam mana?

Layan..

unforgettable

Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me..

Remembering Bak & Mak

Ode To Bak

Have u found what you were seeking

After three years of Mak's passing

 

Ne'er once you mentioned of her

Not her name

And not even how we called her

Though u visited her once at d grave with me in d morning rain

 

You shed tears for her passing publicly then

And that was the only time you showed your heart's content

But In your private moments, countless memories must have crossed your mind

And how it pained your heart

Longing for her

 

I will never know how badly you missed her

Coz of

How well you bottled up your emotions

But for sure I know how much you loved her

And how painfully difficult for you to live without her

 

And now I hope you’ve found your solace

And Mak will be waiting for you at the place

And your pain will be erased

With God's love n grace

 

I'll miss u

I surely do

Like I've missed you before

But this time

It's forevermore

 

nkc

 

my beloved Bak passed away in my arms at 12.50am 13th nov 2020

precious moments

 

Precious moments.

Every day is full of it in actuality, though we often take things for granted and never seem to appreciate matters until they are gone or lost in yesteryears.

As for this posting, I would like to share some of the happenings since raya haji till my recent excursion at d kelong.

Raya Haji was spent in PJ with Bak n Al, since Raya Puasa everyone was locked down under the pkp. My family n I spent a nite there.

with Bak after takbir raya

family gue

Bak is bedridden now, though his mind is still alert. I can’t help but to feel sorry for him. frankly i would love to spend time with him just like i did when Al went to Indonesia last year. but i try my best to accomodate Bak as much as possible when i'm back in PJ. Luckily Al is around, n with assistance from Ros d nurse, n Ria d maid, hope they can keep Bak company.

The other day, Abang, my eldest brother, shared pics of everyone during the early years. They were very nostalgic to me, and here I wanna share just a few. coz sharing a lot would definitely bring tears to d heart.

1977 rumah kedai

khan's brothers early 90's

Bak n Mak, happy moment in bp

Nia, Arief n Lisa are now locked up in their respective hostels, so they can’t come home as usual. So during Nia n Lisa birthdays, I sent cakes thru online service. When they come home then we may have a proper celebration. Maybe la..

lisa's birthday cake

Arief in discussion 

Nia enjoying her cake with friends

At school, I am as active as ever, I would say. In between teaching, sometimes I help my friends to sell their Korean spicy chicken n chocolate cheese cake. It’s fun for me in doing that, n most of the time I’ll get my free share too hahaa alhamdulillah

choco cheese meraung rm10

korean spicy rm10 jee

Now that the children are away studying, except for Abil, who’s home n working part-time nearby, me n my missus always buy our dinner. It’s cheaper n faster actually, though on weekends I prefer home cooked meals. On wednesday nite we often go to pekan rabu at bt 10 to buy d delicacies such as satay, seri muka, mi habuna, yong tau foo, popiah basah. Not all at one go la, just mentioning the stuffs we usually buy jee. And a couple of weeks ago I saw a pedlar selling rings with assorted color stones. It was a rare sight. i didn't buy any though.

d pedlar n d colorful rings

At school, late September, the students were getting busy preparing for the trial. So every subject had to have a workshop for them, n yours truly handled d English workshop, with d hope the students would remember n apply d knowledge shared, inshaAllah. I requested to run d first workshop since I was due for a minor surgery at HAT on d 1^st October. Once d workshop’s done, d next day I went for my dreaded (hahahaa!) appointment at d hospital. Since it’s covid season, I had to undergo a swab test. Adoyai! Layan je laa..i was warded for four days, n all in all, d surgery could b considered a success. D experience being in hospital, n undergoing surgery, was kind of traumatic n scary. But since it’s something unavoidable, and with God by my side, I soldiered on. Alhamdulillah. Oh, I was given two weeks of mc which made my colleagues at school wonder what happened to me because nobody knew I was to undergo a surgery. Being d secretive person, I didn’t share much about d surgery except to thank them for their concern hahaa

hospital meal

getting ready

After recuperating at home, it was school time again, n after another couple of weeks, I was feeling well enough to go for my morning run. But since d discomfort was still there, I did  slow jog. But now, like today for instance, I am able to run further n faster. Alhamdulillah.

I guess I feel well enough now to b back to my normal self, n doing things I love doing. So, last week, I mowed d lawn around d house, which took a couple of hours jugak la, painted kaklong’s room, since Abil’s room was painted before I was hospitalized, n looking forward to go to my kebun as usual on alternate weekends.

Abil's room: new paint, new bed, new curtain

Ohh last Sunday I went to spend time at a kelong off d coast of segari with my fellow teacher’s mates. I was not really into fishing actually but for friendship sake, I obliged. There were ten of us, n from 9am till 6pm, fishing away. While waiting for d fish to catch d bait, (honestly, it was a bad day for fishing) jamil n basitt prepared grilled lamb n fish. With everyone contributing food, it was a galore actually. Nasi lemak, roti canai, cucoq udang, rice with grilled fish, cold plain water in between, n best of all, endless grilled lamb. I ate till I couldn’t eat no more. After zohor, I made a move for home because I didn’t think I could stand being on d kelong doing nothing except eating. The rest of them stayed until d promised hour.

kaum packing stuffs onto d boat

basitt, guala, jamil, syahir

Honestly there are many more things to write about but then, some things are better left unsaid, so they say.

As for now, I am thankful for every lil thing that come my way, whether planned or otherwise. Coz every lil thing is a precious moment.

alhamdulillah i end this post here.

adat hidup

 Adat hidup

Bertongkatkan mati

Adat hidup

Susah dulu senang menanti

Adat hidup

Kawan beribu kasih yang Satu

Adat hidup

Muda berahi tua lesi

Adat hidup

Sihat afiat sakit dirasai

Adat hidup

Menabur bakti menuai budi

Adat hidup

Bertemukan mati

 

nkc

mari kita lihat siapa yang kena..

Anwar umum majoriti kukuh, 'kerajaan Muhyiddin jatuh

mari kita lihat siapa yang kena..

life - dream

 Dream makes us alive

Coz life is just a dream

di pagar pecinta

 Di pagar pecinta

Aku la si Asyiq

Engkau yang Masyuq

121218    nkc

20 persen!!

semalam bawa nia pegi outing ke kuala kangsar. first time kiranya sejak buka skola post covid ni. memang dr dulu lagi semasa lisa ngaji kt maktab, mcm nia sekarang, klu outing je mesti pegi kuala sebab hari ahad ada paso minggu n memang meriah la suasana tapi semalam setelah lima bulan tak ke sana, tiba² tengok takde dh pasar pagi adoyai.. 

 jadi kitorang pun lunch je kt restoran tepi sungai tuu n mcm biasa mesti layan patin masak gulai tempoyak leee.

pastu masa nk balik tgh jalan ke kereta, gua jumpa lukisan tuan sadiq segaraga,

gua pun suruh nia posing sikit lee n terus amik gambo dia 

 kiranya layan la jugak, knnn

a dying breed: the roti man

Earlier today, around 745+-, on the way back after visiting mak’s grave, saw a dying breed sort of: the roti man. I saw him at the traffic light some where in shah alam. It brought back memories of yesteryears, living at rumah kedai university garden, in the early 70s. well, other than the roti man, we, the children always looked forward to visits from the barber, abang malek (whom I worked for during weekends sometimes selling goreng pisang) who came on his bicycle, carrying a stool for the children to sit while having their hair cut. The coffee peddlar, who appeared once a month, bringing with him fresh coffee beans, and frying and grinding them beans, the aroma lingers till today hahaa The Chinese nyonya selling vege n fish, using the 'dacing' or double-pan balance scale, to weigh the groceries. Not forgetting the cendol man. The sweetness of the cendol was totally awesome, and I always insisted on less cendol so that I could get more shaved ice n brown sugar : ) and not forgetting the ice cream seller too, knnnnn Back to the roti man. He was carrying an awfully lots of load, which can be very dangerous, but I guess that’s the thing about him. The display of assorted bread and buns and tidbits surrounding him, hanging, is quite a scene. With his metal box at the back full of bread, he is truly one of a kind.

a sight to behold..

Amin Tailor

 

zaman muda2

 Hj Amin @ Amin Tailor, member gua nyembang2 sekali sekala, meninggal dunia  pagi tadi. Baru hari khamis pergi jumpa dia, hanto baju kurta yang rentas di dada untuk repair.

 Masa jumpa dia hari tu, dia khabo dia demam. Tapi bila gua salam dengan dia, idak le panas terasa.

“Hj demam ke? Meh try salam dulu.”

“eh, idak panaih pun.. demam urat kot gamaknya”

“Ye la kot cikgu”

“badan haji rasa sakit2 ke? Sendi seme berasa sengal2 ke? Makan tak lalu, kan.”

“Ya, betui tu cikgu”

“Saya dh pegi klinik dh hari tu, tu ubat dia. Kena rm100”

“Tu bukan ubat demam la haji”

“Pastu?”

“Itu ubat tahan sakit je. Nama pun painkiller. Kalau doctor cakap tu ubat demam, doctor tu membohong je”

“oh iya ka cikgu, betui jugak, noo”

“Hahahaa betui la, apa yang tak betui nya”

“La ni haji rehat, minum air kosong lebih, mulut pahit tu makan buah je la”

“nanti kalau esuk saya larat, saya jahit baju cikgu, ya”

“takpe haji, dh sihat esuk2 haji jahit la kt rentas tu. Haji tampal kain hitam kt bahagian rentas tu, pastu haji jahit la bunga bentuk arrow ka, bagi meriah sikit orang tenguk hahaa”

“ya, ya cikgu”

Okey la haji, nanti siap haji whatsapp la saya. Terimakasih hj amin!”

“ya, ya, sama2 cikgu.”

Itulah perbualan terakhir gua dengan hj amin, khamis petang yang lepas. Pagi tu hj amin ada msg gua, dgn ucapan salam maal hijrah. Layan.. gu pun reply la balik, knnn

Masa gua dapat berita dia meninggal tu, gua otw nk nganto arief balik asrama kt gopeng. Masa tu gua baru nk sampai sg galah. Adoyai. Petang pas asar nk kebumi deme khabo. Masa tu jam 3.15. selesai nganto arief, gua pun pederas la odisi. Ngam2 pkl lima sampai rmh. Gua pun solat n terus cargas pegi kubur pasir pandak. Bila sampai je kt situ, org ramai tengah kerumun kt tgh2 kubur kt bawah khemah. Gua parking motor n terus lari2 kecil. Sesampai je gua kt situ, ngam2 ada kaum buka kapan bahagian muka bagi peluang last tengok hj amin. Kiranya rezeki gua la, beb. Alhamdulillah dapat la menatap hj amin untuk kali yg terakhir.

Hj amin ni lembut orangnya, dan memang keje sebagai tukang jahit je dari zaman dia belajo kt itm jalan Othman tahun 70an dulu. Dia pernah la keje kt Jeddah zaman bujang dulu selama lapan tahun. kumpul duit, dia khabo hahaa. sempat la buat haji tiga kali, n umrah tak tau la banyak mana.

Gua seronok kawan dengan dia sebab dia lembut, cakap lemah lembut, suka senyum dan tergelak, dan bila gua lepak dengan dia, mesti time dia tgh jahit la biasanya sambil dengo radio klasik. Layan.. oh, lagi satu sebab ialah dia dok sorang. Dia pernah kawin, anak enam orang pun, tapi la ni dh cerai, lama dah, bekas isteri dok dengan anak2 berdekatan situ jugak. Hari2 anak2 dia akan datang jenguk dia kt rumah papan dia kt tepi tong sampah beso kt batu lapan tuu

 Hj amin ni asai orang sg petani, tp sebab bekas isteri dia org sg tiram lekio, tu yg dia pun dok sini sudahnya n habis rezeki kt sini jugak lah akhirnya pada umur 63 tahun.

Sebab dia meninggal? Musabab nya adalah asal demam tu, pastu hari sabtu dia pengsan, elok sat, ahad lembik seme tubuh badan, hanto hospital masuk ccu. Petang semalam meriah macam biasa je, kata anak dia. Pagi tadi siap cal anak dia bgtau “abah nk makan biskut. Bawak mai, tau”. Tau2 je pkl 10setengah+- pagi tadi dah sampai janji dia. Peh! Mudah je zahirnya, knn

Berakhirlah riwayat hj amin, sahabat gua for the last ten years or so. Semuga Allah memberkati n mengasihani sahabat gua ini. Gua akan merindui saat2 gembira bersama dia pastinya. For now, let me drown in my sorrow for a bit.

 

kubur hj amin

Love:

Love:

It comes when it comes

Just like that

another love: reading!!

Reading is something I really enjoy. I always read every now and then when I’m not so tight with my schedule. Though sometimes I will make the effort in the midst of my busyness to indulge myself in reading, since I find it relaxing, sort of an escapism lah. And I am very sure that it helps me improve on my language, more so that I am a language teacher.

 At the moment I am reading the next person you meet in heaven, by Mitch Albom. Should have finished it two days ago by right, but I put off reading it since I have other matters to attend to. Another 30 pages +- to go je.. Lagi pun, if I finish that novel, I don’t have any new novels to look forward to. so, man man la..

I read revival, continued with the da vinci code, and right now, as stated earlier, the next person you meet in heaven. All three books are different in nature: a suspense, a thriller, and an emotional life story. Nevertheless, I do enjoy all three. Stephen King always deals with haunting sort of story, and this revival is more or less leans towards that idea. Dan Brown’s da vinci code, just like all his previous novels, is breathtaking. And Mitch Albom touches the soul like no one else. His stories always relate to our emotions, something beyond the ordinary stuff. The way he sees things, and tells them, is simply enlightening. his language is simple yet so profound. Oh, I have all his books btw. All eight novels. Just to let you know how much I love his writings. The same goes for Dan Brown too.

Anyway, that is it for now. Got to go. Till next time, be good, yeah!!

first love

 

First love often remains in the heart,

Like plant that cannot grow in sunlight..

God's way

 

terkenang - in another life

Masjid seksyen 14, atau masjid bulat. Kat PJ. Sape dok area pj mesti tau punya lah.. begitulah jugak dengan medan selera berdekatan.

Last weekend gua balik pj @ rumah bak. Pastu hari ahad pagi pas subuh cargas pegi cari breakfast dengan Hakam. Hakam cakap canteknya cari kt medan selera seksyen 14 sebab situ ada aneka pilihan. Gua pun cakap jom la.

Memang betul la cakap hakam, macam2 diorang niaga: nasi lemak, nasi berlauk, nasi dagang, lontong, roti canai, capati, telur setengah masak, roti bako, kueh mueh seme ada. Memang rambang mata tengok, gua cakap lu, beb! Terliur jeee..

Udahnya gua beli la lontong sebab hakam cakap sedap (walaupun kalau dibandingkan dengan lontong yang gua beli dekat gerai kak pah @ sungei way lagi terangkat..) n nasi lemak  untuk family dan tepung pelita dan apam untuk bak.

masa zaman bebudak dulu, abang selalu bawak kitorang adek beradek makan ayam golek kt sini bila gaji. masa tu abang pun bujang lagi, dia layan la siblings dia..

Masa balik tu kitorang lalu kat masjid bulat. Terus kenangan menusuk qalbu..

In another life, basically 40 years ago, masa gua sekolah petang, hari jumaat je mesti pegi masjid ni sebab dekat dengan sekolah gua, BBBSS. Kiranya senang la pas solat jumaat je terus masuk sekolah. Tapi cite yang takleh dilupakan adalah hari jumaat je berebut budak2 sekolah gua nak pegi masjid awal. Sebab?

Kitorang boleh amik job kutip sedeqah jumaat. Sape yang bertugas kena bawak karung lalu depan saf, dan orang ramai akan masukkan sedeqah diorang dalam karung tu. Bila selesai je solat, kitorang yang bertugas tadi tu terus jumpa amil masjid untuk serahkan hasil kutipan. Kitorang tolong kirakan sekali hasil kutipan hari tu, dan yang paling best dan yang dinanti2kan adalah bila kitorang diberi upah. Dapat paling koman rm5 beb. Kena hari canteek punya. Boleh dapat sepuluh hinggit. Tapi jarang2 la hahaa

Bila pegi sekolah pastu terasa seronok je. Mesti mewah la belanja time rehat. Macam orang kaya-kaya je hahahahaa

Tu je la cite masjid bulat dalam kenangan.

Malam sebelum tu, kiranya malam minggu le, gua baru sampai masa tu, pas maghrib pegi cari dinner kat food court 223. Pegi dengan hakam jugak la sebab dia cakap nasi lemak kt sini terangkat. Dan memang benar pun, nasi lemak siap balut daun pisang lagi @ rm1.60, terbaek gua cakap lu! Pekena dengan ayam goreng lagi, pehhh.. masa kitorang sampai tu hujan renyai, dan gua tenguk ramainya orang beratur, terutamanya tempat nk beli nasi lemak tu. Tapi hakam cakap tu tak ramai sebab kalau ramai, mesti terkeluar dari food court tu kaum beratur. Memang macam2 ada: satay, roti canai, otak-otak, goreng pisang cheese, makanan siam, sup pelbagai rasa, burger dan tah apa2 lagi la.. gua beli nasi lemak n ayam goreng n sup kambing. Memang sedap sekali. Maknanya? Next trip kita repeat lagi lahhhhh hahaa

dulu, time gua budak2 dulu, time baru nak naik, umur 17, 18 tahun, selalu pegi tempat tu. Masa tu kitorang panggil maple. Datang mesti time midnite atau balik tenguk bola kt stadium merdeka. Bawak singgit cukup dah untuk canai atau nasi lemak n teh tarik. Masa tu la, kann. Sekarang mana nk dapat. Yela, cite dekat 40 tahun lepas tuu. Tua, beb!!

Bila balik pj je macam2 terkenang. Adusss!

Layan..