Suara-suara di Luar Negara

"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy said she hates me," kata si kanak-kanak perempuan.
"Stop it! Stop it I tell you," kata si bapa.
Bus kemudian berhenti dan mereka turun dalam kesunyian.


"I charge double today since it's a holiday," kata si pemandu teksi yang berasal dari luar dari negara ini.
"Double?!" kata bapaku dalam nada terkejut.
"I would want to be with my family like the others as well but I'm working," kata si pemandu teksi itu lagi.
'Macam engkau sambut juga seperti mereka yang lain. Cibai.' aku berkata dalam hati.

Finish Packing

Burung putih yang terbang kini untuk kami. Tetapi pada kali ini, burung itu berbahasakan arab.

Cayalah lu!

This is going to make my blog way more personal than before. But what the heck, it's not as if people read it anyway.

Look at the red arrow I sluggishly made and just ignore the rest. Warden pon dah ade email. Dan ya, saya masih suka pada mail classic, terima kasih.

Hebat.

Pukul!!

After having this insane itch to do something less stressful in the midst of heavy examination, project and assignment mayhem, I decided to go to the driving range to hit some balls. It was more "I need to go" somewhere than "I need to hit some balls" type of scenario.

My ever "lost" house mates came with as they have preconceived perception on the game of golf. First they taught that since I didn't drive the car I drove last year (anda faham?) that I couldn't get into the clubhouse itself let alone the driving range. Then they thought that they would have to fork out a lot of dough. Lastly, they did think that golf wasn't a "sport" and that it is as easy as it looks.

The first misconception made me a bit sketchy myself as I have never drove my viva to a golf club before. All the nervousness washed out as we came to the guard house. The guard immediately lifted the gates without hesitation and even tried to sell us some golf balls. (Guard itu tidak car-cist rupanya). Then when it came to paying for the golf balls at the range, I said I would pay for the first 50 balls each since they were skeptical about the payment. After they found out that it was just a mere RM3 for 50 balls, they later added another 50 and paid on their own. (Selepas 50 bola pertama, mereka gian ingin memukul lagi..lepas geram agaknya).

Then came the biggest surprise, well to them, out of the whole ordeal. Ordeal ke?? The "non-sport" made them sweat, have blisters and some muscle pain. This is the result of no stretching and no gloves. Not a sport they say. As I watched in amusement at how they tried to concentrate on hitting this small white ball as far and as straight as they can. Luckily there weren't to many people near us as we might have had to send one of them to the hospital with the way the guys were hitting (but applause for consistency). Ha ha ha. After I taught them some of the basics (that I know of) they found it to be fun and tiring.

So in the end I am here, writing this somewhat useless post about an all too common saying "don't judge a book by it's cover".

Heh, bosan.

p/s: kepada mereka yang masih lagi adamant golf bukan satu sukan, sila jumpa kawan2 saya. Saya suruh mereka membawa anda memukul. (Jangan risau, mereka tidak mengajar).

Shining kaplalu

"Mak engkau pernah cakap yang engkau dapat offer promotional ad," kata si kawan.
"Ya, pernah dahulu mase kecik-kecik," aku jawap.


"Kenapa kau tak ambil je, advertising banyak duit tu," kata si kawan dengan muka confident.
"Tak sesuai dengan imej aku," aku cuba memberitahu.


"Tak sesuai?" tanya si kawan.
"Ya. Ad untuk pemutihan gigi salah sebuah toothpaste company di negara ini" aku cerita lagi.


"Ha, tak ke bagus untuk imej engkau tu," si kawan menambah cakap.
"Not when its for the before pictures," aku terang kepada si kawan.


Damn it.

Hoi orang bandar

"Engkau datang sini main sorang-sorang?" kata pak cik tak dikenali.
"Yup," aku jawap.


"Berapa lubang?" bertanya si pakcik itu lagi.
"18," aku menjawap malas.


"Engkau orang pertama datang pagi-pagi ni. Tengok-tengok sikit monyet ...bla bla bla.." sambung si pak cik itu dengan kadar yang agak lama.
"Baikla," aku menjawap lagi malas.


"Engkau ni memang tak banyak cakap?" pak cik itu bertanya dalam tonasi keciwe.
"Yup," aku menjawap.


Aku basuh tangan dan membawa diriku pergi. Dalam hati 'Sial, dalam tandas pon nak berborak dengan strangers ke?'

Ngong

"Kau bukan pernah buat audition ke dulu untuk an ad or something?" kata seorang.
"Ya, dulu ada. Tapi lepas satu audition aku tak dapat, aku malas." aku jawap.
"Kenapa tak dapat?" beliau sambung tanya.
"Mereka kata aku tiada ekspresi muka. Muka stoned sentiasa." aku jawap lagi.
"Bukan memang watak orang stone ke?" beliau tak henti tanye.
"Ya, dan mereka juga inginkan perempuan." aku jawap.


Damn.


Moral of the story: Baca skrip.

One day at a time

Mereka kata "kau dah gemok."
"Aku makan," aku menjawap.


"Kau dah kurus." mereka kata.
"Aku kurang makan," jawap aku.


"Kau gila," mereka kata.
"Kurang ubat" aku membalas.


"Kau sihat," mereka sambung.
Aku menjawap "ubat dah cukup."


"Kau punk," mereka kata.
"Aku rock dan roll," aku jawap.


"Kau formal" mereka cakap.
Aku senyap. Toleh kebelakang dan berjalan.


Bastards.