Percubaan entri 2.

Aku harus berkata, tahun ini adalah suatu tahun yang meriah setelah sekian lama. Bukan mengharap, cuma mesej tersirat telah menusuk jiwa dan raga. Ramai insan yang telah mengenali aku, dan juga telah bersabar dengan kerenah-kerenah tidak logik aku. Mereka tetap di sini. Walaupun peratus kejayaan kejutan tidak menghampiri 100%, namun, it's the thought that counts, eh?

Terima kasih semua. Mama saya best, dia tahu kek kegemaran saya dan juga telah sanggup menutup kebenaran, walaupun beliau berpuasa.

Kawan-kawan saya juga best. MyVi kamu boleh muat 7 orang ke tak? Tak boleh kan? Itu sebab badan-badan kita kecil. Kawan-kawan kamu sanggup berbuka bawang Murtabak sementara menunggu kemunculan kamu tak? Bawang weh, mereka best. Kawan kamu sanggup telefoni kamu dari Dungun dan menghantari teman lelakinya sebagai penganti tak? Tak, sebab kawan kamu mungkin possesive atas teman lelakinya.

Dan jikalau kamu semua menantikan gambar-gambar, seperti mana rakan-rakan aku telah berkata kepada aku atas niat mengutuk secara sinis kepada parti-parti tertentu, "Tell all about this on your blog, with pictures." Hasrat foto-foto kamu, tidak akan tercapai. Kerana A) Aku buruk apabila diselubungi tepung dan B) Foto-foto itu tidak perlu, dan bilangan foto taklah diambil dengan banyak pun.

Saya nak menontoni Rome. Gaius Julius Caesar.

Percubaan entri 1.

Keseimbangan di angkasa?

Mengapa, mereka yang menulis entri pos berbahasa Ibunda seakan seksi, serta menawan? Tidak, bukan tertarik secara fizikal, atau all that mushy crap. Tapi betul, sangat menawan.

Aku, nak menukilkan entri dalam bahasa Ibunda? Mungkin secara lazimnya akan kelihatan seperti, you know, "trying so hard". Bukan itu sahaja, aku tidak hebat seperti Abang Neraka (God I miss reading his stuffs) atau Melayu Minimalis dan penulis-penulis blog yang serumpun dengan mereka.

Tapi tak apa, aku bangga untuk mengetahui segelintir daripada darah muda yang masih membawa kehebatan bahasa kita. Berapa sangat dalam darah muda-mudi kita yang hebat berbahasa Ibunda? Bukan Bahasa Pasar. Tiada "mgkn = mungkin" atau "btl=betul" atau "mnrk=menarik" atau "pg=pergi/pagi" atau "km=kamu" atau "ko=kau".

Mungkin mereka hendak (perlu) membeli huruf vokal?

Empty little notes of Jane's personal life.

Damia Wafa dan Ahmad Irfan.
Daughter and Son of Noor Shakirin dan Mohd. Faisal,
my two annoying cousins,
who insist on calling me ketot.

I love my little niece and nephew.

Darlings are they not?

I'm pulling my heart closer to family.
Tak sabar nak Raya!

Tok Mak called me the other day, early in the morning mind you,
asking me to tell Mama that she wants a new pair of sandals,
and a new phone.

I messaged my Aunt asking about Uncle's DSLR.. which turns out
to be only an SLR. She, being sarcastic as ever
with her husband.

Messaged kakak, wanting her daughter Damia Wafa,
to be my model for my assignment. Asking me how to pay the kid?
Anak dia minum Starbucks, mahal tak budak kecik yang hampir 3 tahun ni?
Mak apa kasi anak dia minum Starbucks weh?
Caramel Machiato lagi tu.
But I think mama dia yang nak minum.

Pieces of the past races,

My earliest memories.
Around the age of 5-6.

1. Running around the garden of my old place, holding those nicely shaped Postman Pat's chocolates Papa bought from London. And being shouted, "Eee. Tak Puasa". Also, during that time, before noon, I'd ask Mama whether I could eat Milo Powder. "Ayang lapar".

2. Calling Papa bodoh in a hotel in Paris, being chased around the hotel room with a belt on his hand, and me running to Mama hugging her at her leg, crying.

3. On our regular trips to Langkawi because of his project there. Pelangi Beach Resort, Desaru and Subang Airport felt like home.

4. After our European trip, I, told Papa that I was lazy to continue to attend my Pre-school. So I sat at home, watching TV 24/7 and the Principal, Mr.Tan, came to my house. Ho ho ho.

5. Getting a Polly Pocket from Toy'R'Us, and having to keep a little secret.

6. Having the best 5th Birthday Party ever. Really, we had Mc Donalds came over to our house, and the Mr. Hambuglar was there too! Playing with us kids. And, the table was filled with birthday presents. Seriously. Big sizes I tell ya'!

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1. Now, I sit in front of my laptop, waiting for the break fast time, and delaying my textbooks.

2. In coherent with my Eleven Years Ago post, kids nowadays are moving "in advance". I mean, I was a late 80-s baby, and I learned the words such as bodoh, and practice it when I was six. And I think I deserve that belt whipping. Wait, I can't remember whether Papa did hit me. But yes, just make sure you teach your kids well.

3. Lama siot tak pergi Langkawi.

4. Ha ha ha, don't deprive your kids from education.

5. Don't rasuah your kids with toys, gifts or whatever. We're teaching people to not be corrupted, but really, how far has the campaign go? Teach your kids to do the right thing, even if it means bringing the one who is at fault down. Truth hurts, but you know it's the right thing to do.

6. I love my papa and mama. Adik wasn't born yet then. Now, gaduh lah setiap hari dengan Adik.

Back to belajar.

Almost probably,

"And I hear your words
That I made up
You say my name
Like there could be an us
I best tidy up my head
I'm the only one in love
I'm the only one in love,"

Melt my heart to stone.
A.