Mak Klom is a place near Sq Dua in Butterworth.Somewhere around a hundred over km from no.7.
Dear me.....forgive me if I got the name wrong.....but the sound is correct...I guarantee .
It all started the night before when tokmatoksaad came a calling.They are cikli's parents by the way.Amidst cups of milo and crispies ,plans were made to a wedding invitation in Titi Timbul,Permatang Pasir the next morning...
By afternoon,we were quests to Auntie Ana's son's second wedding to a Sarawakian bride.Having lunch of gulai kepala ikan and other accompaniments were a luxury to the screeching stomachs...lapar sangat le tuuu.
Beside the sweet ais sagat ,I was mesmerised by the sweet camaraderie presence of cikli's colourful relatives.
The x wife came to the wedding of the former husband.
The x husband came with the wife and daughter to the former wife son's wedding.
See ....no war..All are happy faces.Selalu ku tengok kalau keadaan begini,perang besar you see....
After the wedding ,to uncle's house at that place near the Outer Ring Road of Butterworth...tak ingatle pula nama tempat tapi its Mak Klom.
Sad to see cikli's chirpy Bollywood auntie succumbing to scleroderma.....so removed from her usual self.Bila nak sakit...tak tahu kita siapa dan bila serta apa .Tawakkal sajalah.
Spent the evening having odd rounds of discussion about politics , economy and other things of interests with cikli's uncles.The prime interest is Altantuya by the way....hehe.
Its nearly six when we bade them gudbye....heading for our land far far north.....Peghelih....
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Raja Lawak yang tak Lawak
Raja Lawak tak lawak....itulah conclusionnya.
Diantara terlelap dan terjaga ,makcik menonton pertandingan akhir Raja Lawak yang entah apa apa.Rasa boleh bilang dengan sebelah jari pun tak sampai momen momen yang makcik gelihati...
So much slapstick terutama dari juri dan pengacara.Peserta hanyut ke benua Afrika.
Rindu pada lawak Nabil semasa dia jadi peserta.Boleh ditonton berulang.Ternanti nanti setiap minggu apa pula lawak dia kali ini.Lawak bersahaja mengangkat cerita biasa jadi bahan kita ketawa.Tanpa perlu fokus pada gerak badan yang entah apa apa.Itu lawak cerdik namanya.
Semalam masa tonton rancangan itu,rasa macam tengok konsert sekolah saja..Lawak bodoh...entah apa apa.
Dan AC sekali lagi tak boleh lari dari mengkritik orang bukan perkara yang ditandingi....Ade ke tegur kawan tu punya. tuuuuut .Maka tercekup cekuplah simamat yang kena tegur....And I think the whole of Malaysia pun tertawa pada tempat yang tak ada ketawa...
Apa yang boleh dikata.....Raja lawak memang tak lawak....
Dan nanti kalau ada Maharaja Lawak nak tengok Isma Alif jadi peserta...mau berbunga.
Diantara terlelap dan terjaga ,makcik menonton pertandingan akhir Raja Lawak yang entah apa apa.Rasa boleh bilang dengan sebelah jari pun tak sampai momen momen yang makcik gelihati...
So much slapstick terutama dari juri dan pengacara.Peserta hanyut ke benua Afrika.
Rindu pada lawak Nabil semasa dia jadi peserta.Boleh ditonton berulang.Ternanti nanti setiap minggu apa pula lawak dia kali ini.Lawak bersahaja mengangkat cerita biasa jadi bahan kita ketawa.Tanpa perlu fokus pada gerak badan yang entah apa apa.Itu lawak cerdik namanya.
Semalam masa tonton rancangan itu,rasa macam tengok konsert sekolah saja..Lawak bodoh...entah apa apa.
Dan AC sekali lagi tak boleh lari dari mengkritik orang bukan perkara yang ditandingi....Ade ke tegur kawan tu punya. tuuuuut .Maka tercekup cekuplah simamat yang kena tegur....And I think the whole of Malaysia pun tertawa pada tempat yang tak ada ketawa...
Apa yang boleh dikata.....Raja lawak memang tak lawak....
Dan nanti kalau ada Maharaja Lawak nak tengok Isma Alif jadi peserta...mau berbunga.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Mak kata jangan hina orang
Real pissed off with people who like to look down on others.Making fun and name calling.I couldnt tolerate usually.And those who would never miss anything that is out of place with others should be avoided or be at a safe distance from their taunting remarks.
Eh awat muka you berbelang belang....macam kuda belang ...said one to another. Maka sikena tegur tu pun berubah wajah.Hati tentulah sama.
Nak termuntah tengok perut awak yang berlapis lapis....bluueeeerk... kata AC pada peserta Raja Lawak.Dan dia buat aksi nak muntah.Tapi lagi nak termuntah tengok sombong bongok awak...kata makcik.
Dan makcik rasa bertambah meluat bila dia menegur jerawat batu di muka peserta....banyak lagilah kata kata dia buat hilang rasa hormat orang pada dia.
Mungkin perkara menanya,menyentuh,mengkritik ,mempermain kekurangan orang lain tak apa apa bagi setengah famili.Mungkin dah dibesarkan oleh suasana keluarga yang suka menegur hal kekurangan orang agaknya.
Tapi mak kami tak begitu....
Mak selalu kata.....Issssh jangan mengata orang.Jangan menghina.Tak baik.
Sat lagi ada Raja lawak .Nak gelak dekat lawak saja.Biaq pi perut dia berlapis ka atau gigi dia bersepai ka.Itu kan semua kurniaanNYA..Siapa kita nak perlekeh kan?Kan....
Eh awat muka you berbelang belang....macam kuda belang ...said one to another. Maka sikena tegur tu pun berubah wajah.Hati tentulah sama.
Nak termuntah tengok perut awak yang berlapis lapis....bluueeeerk... kata AC pada peserta Raja Lawak.Dan dia buat aksi nak muntah.Tapi lagi nak termuntah tengok sombong bongok awak...kata makcik.
Dan makcik rasa bertambah meluat bila dia menegur jerawat batu di muka peserta....banyak lagilah kata kata dia buat hilang rasa hormat orang pada dia.
Mungkin perkara menanya,menyentuh,mengkritik ,mempermain kekurangan orang lain tak apa apa bagi setengah famili.Mungkin dah dibesarkan oleh suasana keluarga yang suka menegur hal kekurangan orang agaknya.
Tapi mak kami tak begitu....
Mak selalu kata.....Issssh jangan mengata orang.Jangan menghina.Tak baik.
Sat lagi ada Raja lawak .Nak gelak dekat lawak saja.Biaq pi perut dia berlapis ka atau gigi dia bersepai ka.Itu kan semua kurniaanNYA..Siapa kita nak perlekeh kan?Kan....
Jerebu di hati lagi.....
Its of an understatement if I didnt feel worried when sis called.
Mum ....is........she said across the line.
And cikli couldnt keep his thought out of the matter even when he is on the field carrying a grass cutter on his shoulders.
Kita balik.....he said the moment he reached home.
By 3 we headed home towards SP where the matriarch of the family is being taken care of.By 6 we were there not without hiccups all the way...hehe.The bumper of the car had an idea to dance in the wind until some kind driver warned us of the matter.Cikli stopped at the side of the road to fix the problem not once but twice.
Mum was surprised to see us.
Mak sihat dah...tak senak lagi.She said .And she seemed uncomfortable when I noticed the bags of diapers she kept under the kain batik.
I know she was worried to become imbecile and to cause discomfort to people around her.
Mak dont worry...sampai masa kita semua jadi anak anak balik.Mak seorang yang baik,semua orang sayang mak.Anak mak,cucu mak,menantu mak semua sayang mak...Tak ada masaalah nak jaga mak.I comforted her .
My tokton is an ultimate worrier.She worried about everybody that she loves.Her cucu makan ke di kolej.Orang marah ke dekat dia.Her daughter penat ke pergi kerja....And cikli played the role of a motivator to allay her fears.
And when she stared intently trying to make out who that lady in the sofa was ,we had a hearty laugh.
La mak ingat orang mai jual kain....and that orang jual kain was ME!
The intention of going back after maghrib was postponed to after isya when sis and hubby persuaded us to stay for dinner.
And it was a happy moment when tokton finished up her plate of rice when the day before she couldnt finish a mouthful.
It was past ten when we bade farewell to the people of SP .We waved until they were out of sight.Lega dapat melawat walau sekejap.
Alhamdullilah....our journey back was smooth.The body kit that came out ungraciously on our journey there,stayed put and stayed firmly where it was....
Mum ....is........she said across the line.
And cikli couldnt keep his thought out of the matter even when he is on the field carrying a grass cutter on his shoulders.
Kita balik.....he said the moment he reached home.
By 3 we headed home towards SP where the matriarch of the family is being taken care of.By 6 we were there not without hiccups all the way...hehe.The bumper of the car had an idea to dance in the wind until some kind driver warned us of the matter.Cikli stopped at the side of the road to fix the problem not once but twice.
Mum was surprised to see us.
Mak sihat dah...tak senak lagi.She said .And she seemed uncomfortable when I noticed the bags of diapers she kept under the kain batik.
I know she was worried to become imbecile and to cause discomfort to people around her.
Mak dont worry...sampai masa kita semua jadi anak anak balik.Mak seorang yang baik,semua orang sayang mak.Anak mak,cucu mak,menantu mak semua sayang mak...Tak ada masaalah nak jaga mak.I comforted her .
My tokton is an ultimate worrier.She worried about everybody that she loves.Her cucu makan ke di kolej.Orang marah ke dekat dia.Her daughter penat ke pergi kerja....And cikli played the role of a motivator to allay her fears.
And when she stared intently trying to make out who that lady in the sofa was ,we had a hearty laugh.
La mak ingat orang mai jual kain....and that orang jual kain was ME!
The intention of going back after maghrib was postponed to after isya when sis and hubby persuaded us to stay for dinner.
And it was a happy moment when tokton finished up her plate of rice when the day before she couldnt finish a mouthful.
It was past ten when we bade farewell to the people of SP .We waved until they were out of sight.Lega dapat melawat walau sekejap.
Alhamdullilah....our journey back was smooth.The body kit that came out ungraciously on our journey there,stayed put and stayed firmly where it was....
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