The Miracle:

Do you still remember that night Na, when we first met? One and a half years ago? I was attracted to you via your intelligence and wit. Not to mention your proficiency with the language. You tested me and tested my strength of character while I was psycho-analyzing you in return. You were being so secretive, witty but cautiously secretive. And the hammer of curiosity fell over me. Each time you opt to answer my innocent curiosities, instead of giving me a straight answer, you tossed me weird puzzles. It took me no more than two second to fall deeply in love with you. I was in love with a fifteen year old Cendol hawker who owns a Cendol stall some where in Mid Valley and spends her free time counting her daily profits. Business must have been really good. Or so I thought.

As it turns out to be, I have fallen in love with a gorgeous girl who is so intelligent and clever, smart and knowledgeable, witty and sharp, independent and open-minded, steadfast and committed, sensitive and insightful, elegant and stylish, romantic and passionate, idealistic and politically conscious, understanding and thoughtful, caring and compassionate, loving and devoted, motherly and kind, the most amazing and wonderful person that I never ever thought exist. Nicholas Spark ought to write a novel about us. The Miracle.

The weirdest thing is that that same feeling, that very same feeling I have for you one and a half years ago is still deeply intact. That same overwhelming and out of this world feeling I have for you na, from day one is still there and growing. It weird because I found no words that could do justice to even a small part it. What is it? I don't know. Is it love? Beats me. It is beyond love. It is called kesempurnaan. You are my kesempurnaan Na.

Thank you for everything. I dedicate this blog to you Nina Airene. My love my heart my soul. I love you.

London Park:

I have been planning the trip for quite a while now. A trip to Kota Bharu. My home town. It has been like what? 5 years?

I just wanted to experience staying at one of the most prestigious hotels there is in town with the boys. Planning to take a dip or two in the swimming pool as early as my morning can be, feeling the cleaner air of my hometown, listening to the much missed morning resonances of the crickets, the chirping morning birds and the morning breeze I used to embrace routinely every time I woke up for school when I was still a younger version of me. Away from the loud ruckuses and noises of the moving machines of the KL city.

I want to visit my kampung, the endearing and lovable Kampung Lundang Paku, or London Park as my old friends and I used to call her and walk down some memory lanes. To reminisce some of the old spots where I used to religiously loiter with my friends every night smoking 20 cents a piece cigarettes before running back into the mosque for our Isya' prayer. Yes, we were notorious, young and dangerous and yet still found time to do what we were there to do.

I want to drive along the road that I used to use, riding my black Raleigh bicycle to reach school every morning. I tried to reach school as early as possible, or at least earlier than Mamat, my classmate who was the son of Mak Wan the canteen operator. He is always the first to arrive. Well, his house was like a few paddy fields away from school where as mine was like a kilometer. I want to see the old scary jungle, the old swamp, the old brick factory, the old paddy factory, the rubber estate, the paddy fields and the good old Sekolah Kebangsaan Beta Hulu, my old playground while I was growing up and wanted to become a postman. When I was smaller, my grandfather used to take me to school on his Basikal Tua. I would be sitting behind him staring at the morning sky counting the myriads of stars above me.

I crave for the tranquil night air of Kota Bharu. I want to witness again its beautiful people. I want to go and buy the much missed Nasi Kuning. My grandmother used to buy me a bungkus of the delicious Nasi Kuning every time she comes back from Town. You see Nina, my grandmother was one amongst the many Kelantanese women who crowded the well-known Pasar Besar Siti Khadijah before her sons and daughter, my uncles and aunt, told her to take a break. Once she showed me the location where she had to wait for the transport home. And it’s a long walk from the Padang Bas Night Market, where my much loved Nasi Kuning was being sold. It brought tears to my eyes.

I want to experience my favorite Kelantanese cuisine, the ever so mouth-watering Daging Kerutuk. It is by far one of the many important reasons why I wanted to visit Kota Bharu. I missed the spicy dry kuah on top of a plate (or two) Nasi Putih in front of me. What better way to entice things up, if not with a bit of Budu Cap Ketereh in the picture. Pure fucking Holocaust.

I just cant wait. Kota Bharu here I come.

p/s: Next time Na, I will bring you along. Insya Allah. I can guarantee that you will love Sos Bilis.

Happy Belated Mothers Day:

After my father passed away in a terrible car-motorcycle accident, my mother remarried and relocated leaving me to my grandparent. As far as I can remember, in my lifetime, if my recollection serves me correctly, I only met her a few times and most of that few times, which were not more than 5 all in all, I was too damn young to commit any of the meetings into my pubescent and virgin memory.

The last time I met her was when my dreaded uncle, to my dismay, decided to stop by from a return trip to Kota Bharu from Kuala Lumpur. Of all the places he could have stopped. I was still a rebellious punk rock teenager back then and I revolted against the idea but who was I, I was only hitching a ride home and I have no control over the wheels. Darn! When I was in the house with her sitting bersimpuh on the floor to my right, I made sure that there were no eye contacts what so ever. As far as I can remember, the last time I heard, I have like 5 or 6 stepbrothers and sisters. I think I did saw a few of them running in and out of the house. Little brats.

I have not heard anything from her since. It is odd that I do not feel a thing. Is that bad? I hope not.

When I first started writing songs, the very first song I wrote was called Permata Buat Bonda. That acoustic ballad number was included in Wildan’s second album under the title Permataku. Wildan, a local nasyid group and a nominee in the recent Music Industry Award, hand picked the song. I heard the song was one of the two most popular songs in the album, only second to their first single, which was also composed by me. Haha. I don’t mean to brag nina, but I have good ears for the radio. Haha.

Mothers were always the easiest theme to construct songs upon. I have little difficulty composing songs about mothers and I do not know why. That is the only subject where I can be so easily inspired although I, however, cannot say the same when it comes to fathers. And I do not know why.

But the bottom line is that to those who still have their mothers, value them when you still have the time. Show yourself that you can appreciate them before it is too late, before the angels decide to take them home.

Happy belated mothers day.

Perak's Predicament:

My handsome Boss informed me just now that the High Court has come to a conclusion and decided that Dato Seri Nizar is the rightful Menteri Besar of Perak. Furthermore, the Court has also concluded that a Menteri Besar can only be dismissed through a vote of no confidence by referring to a 1966 case of the wrongful dismissal of Dato Stephen Kalong Ningkan from the State Governors office of Sarawak. I immediately texted Nina.

Although the power to appoint a Menteri Besar is solely vested upon the Sultan, His royal highness, however, does not have the authority to dismiss him (read: Nizar). Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim will definitely be smiling from ear to ear when he gets a hold of this jovial predicament. Congratulations.

On the other hand, quoting a short comment from my handsome Boss with regard to the recent quandary, which I whole-heartedly share and support with an ear-to-ear smile of my own and I quote “this hubbub is nothing more than a shaggy dog story at the expense of the country”.

What will be the consequence of the decision? Would Dato Zambry opt to step out from the Menteri Besar's office willingly and cooperatively or will there be another Royal London Circus episode where Nizar has to drag Zambry out physically? Would there be any appeals that would prolong everything including the People’s fate? What will happen to the people? Would there be another money and time wasting election? Would there be a new budget to re-buy the Camrys? Will the new state government auction the newly bought Perdanas in order to buy new Camrys? When will it end?

And Nina, why am I writing about politics in Metaforakami?

Biru:

Saya menjadi rajin untuk menulis entri kerana saya suka melihat skin baru untuk blog saya. Ia mempunyai ciri ciri minimalis yang saya suka. Kemas, bersih, sopan dan minimal. Tambah pula dengan alignment text yang justified menambahkan lagi kekemasan susunan dan lay out blog ini. Apatah lagi dengan kehadiran grafik minimal sepohon pokok berwarna biru yang dibawahnya terdapat sebuah kerusi panjang yang juga berwarna biru. Dengan tajuk blog yang berwarna hijau dan deskripsi kecil berwarna kelabu, sememangnya blog ini cantik dan kemas sekali. Seperti yang saya mahukan.

Saya tahu Nina cemburu.