Desolation....issssh

ssssssh... denotes silent
isssssh... when there's an i infront the meaning changes.

Well... semasa mengikuti berita Breaking News CNN kami tak lekang dengan isssssh.
Issssh... apa ,kenapa jadi lagu tu.

59 maut,lebih 500 tercedera
Footages of the incidents were replayed again and again.

Issshh ... janganlah dilibatkan dengan Moslem lagi.
Namun ada angin angin Daesh mengaku kononnnya yg melakukan itu baru memeluk agama Islam. But that also could not be ascertained as yet.

Kenapa si pelaku tergamak buat begitu. Dan kenapa dia boleh buat begitu. Berpuloh senjata api djumpai dalam bilik hotel Mandalay Baynya.

Issssh..apakah yg trigger dia melakukan carnage sebegitu. Gilakah?

This world is filled with desolation ,kataku.
Setiap hari ada saja berita yg menggerunkan. Belum kebah dengan kebakaran tahfiz, kini perhatian terarah kepada massacre  terbesar in modern American history.

President yg arrogant yg dikenali dgn you are fired sdg melawat Puetro Rico ,melawat mangsa taufan Maria. Tadi di CNN tersiar berita Trump . Mmg kena trash kaw kaw lah dia dengan sikap arrogantnya.
Ada ke seorang Presiden melawat negara orang yg terkena musibah boleh dok downplay orang. Katanya Amerika lebih teruk bila kena Katrina. Jumlah yg maut lebih ramai. Puetro Rica hanya sikit saja...issshh. Kata pengulas inilah presiden yg tak tau nak cakap the right words at the right time...isssh

Disekeliling pun banyak hal yg buat telinga aku terdengar mulut ber isssssh.

Ok thats all for tonighy. Bye.

Blogging and I

Aku mmg minat membaca. Apa saja aku baca. Bentuk apa jua.
So you can see me pondering over pieces of paper before I chuck them out. This habit stemmed out when I was very very young. Sekolah rendah lagi selepas aku kenal abc. Selalu aku kena herdik kakak sulung sbb aku slow buat kerja.
Hang ni lembab. Dok belek kertas kertas tu buat apa..mmg pemula sengketa antara kami berdua.
Ya la mmg lembab la kerja kalau aku asyik belek belek kertas pembungkus gula,ikan kering hatta belacan..hhaha.
Tapi satulah ...kerana aku suka baca my general knowledge mengatasi rakan rakan sedarjah. Nak tau depa gelar apa aku..bookworm,walking dictioanary,miss know all ..hehe.

Sekarang pun aku masih gemar membaca. Tengok tv aku minat yang beri knowledge atau yg true stories. Kalau yang berfantasi aku kurang gemari. Sbb aku rasa tak memberi apa apa pada diri. Itu kata akulah. Yg gemar jangan pula nak marah ..

Dulu dulu juga aku gemar simpan diari. Tapi entah kemana habis mereka lari. Tak tinggal satu pun buat memori. Elok jugalah begitu kerana diari aku banyak terisi cerita sakit hati. Mau dok ulang tayang bukan ada pun faedahnya. Sakit lagi adalah..

Then enter blogging world.
I was introduced to it by my own daughter who was a keen blogger at that time. My son did the registration. Bila nak register nama,aku tercari cari ilham.
Mula nak letak nama yg selalu dilaungkan masa nak buka pintu gua. Tak jadilah..common sangat.
Tiba2 tiga ekor kucing yg ku sayangi melintas depan mata.
Yes!
Mok,Jade and Dell
So terangkumlah nama mereka menjadi mokjadeandell...haha panjang ya amat. Mula2 ku buang mok. Jadi jadeandell. Tapi satu hari aku dapati jadeandell digunakan utk satu site apa entah. Dan aku tak suka . Jadi aku letak mok kembali... sampai hari ni.
Mokjadeandell itu adalah nama kucing kucing kesayangan yang pernah beri rasa gembira dalam hati aku.

Mula blogging,aku privatekan. Readers aku saja. Lepas tu baru aku let all sundry to read. Tapi habislah aku nak cerita segala apa saja yang aku nak. Kena hati hati. Takut sentuh orang lain punya harga diri dan perasaan. Tapi kadang kadang apa yg aku tulis tak sama seperti orang lain menginterpritasi. So what can I do? Kena hati hati lagi.
Aku paling suka kalau tulisan aku mendapat komen komen dari pembaca. Rasa ada juga manusia yg sudi bertegur sapa. Lebih lebih lagi sekarang ni susah aku nak ke mana mana. Bertapa saja di RBL. Hingga cikli sembuh sepenuhnya,itu saja lah yg boleh ku buat. Nak kemana mana pun terbatas saja.
Rindunya nak naik ets atau flight ke mana saja yg terasa...

The other day I put an idea forward to cikli
Jom kita pindah pi dok dgn anak anak. Kita dok Pahang atau KL mau.
Kita ubah tempat duduk kita supaya ada jugalah yg boleh dok cerita. Ni asyik2 spital,RBL saja.

And cikli diam saja.

Vocab baru... tompal

TomPal ya...bukan tompel.

I was driving my cikli to the clinic when we passed a few foodshops. Some were open while others have their shutters down.

Sat lagi balik kita lunch sini,I proposed
Tak maulah... masin selalu.
To another shop ,he had this to say... asam pedaih tak macam asam pedaih. Buat lah tompal ka .

Tompal? I enquired.
Tu semalam yang you masak tu. Tompallah tu.

I had a hearty laugh when he explained.
Tu tomyam campur epal semalam. Bolehlah makan kalau tegha tu.

Well,yesterday my fridge went dry. I had a few pieces of chicken, a piece of carrot, tomyam sauce which I turned into a tomyam ayam. Then an idea struck me. Into which a few slices of green apples were thrown into the pot. The root of the saderi palnt to found its way into the tomyam. Not forgetting thin slices of bunga kantan.

tompal

And taraaaa... this is the tomyam that I served cikli yesterday.
Mujur dia tak sakit perut .

After the clinic was done, to Giant we went. Niat tu nak makan tgh hari. Cari parking susah pula hari minggu dan baru gaji. Nak park jauh jauh kesian cikli nak menapak tgh panas. So to the next block of buildings we went.
That cafe with the difficult name was close. So into another cafe we went. Ordered nasi lemak even though it was lunch time while cikli went for nasi goreng kampung.  Paid 20 for the lunch cum brunch. Quite pricy.

Hmm... I nak mkn tompallah balik sat lagi..cikli said. ADA lagi ka?

Life as it is... sombre Saturday

Its a sombre Saturday morning up here in the north ,dear people.
The sky is dull without the usual sunrays as of normal days. Its going to rain once again. As I took out the clothes to dry ,the clouds in the horizon I notice was heavy. Anytime the rain would come down. I tell myself. Gather back the washings and would hang them to dry when the sky is clear. Hope so.

Paid the bills for October. Hmmm.... gone is my hard earned pension. Leaving just enough to see us through. But I have to be grateful. Ada lagi boleh makan, ada bumbung boleh berteduh dari hujan dan panas and ada lagi kekeuatan dan kesihatan untuk meneruskan hidup yg berbaki ini.

My feeling is very brittle these few days when I heard of misfortunes met by my loved ones and my few known friends and acquiantances.
Tentu kecewa ibu dan bapa yang membesarkan si anak yg terpesong dari landasan agama dan kehidupan. I told myself. Those 7 kids who burnt down the tahfiz are now in court. Whatever the outcome of trial has yet to be seen.

The apek/towkay hantar gas hold some truths.
Anak masa kecil kita boleh ajar. Dah besar mereka kena jaga diri sendiri. Mana kita larat nak jaga depa. He said before he left.
But those accused are minors. As minors they come under the care of their parents.
I laughed heartily when my girl complained that I was severe with them.
Mata macam burung lang. Tau saja apa kami buat. She admonished.
Sesal of being a tiger mother? Yes,a bit. But having a tiger mother and a dragon father, I was not endowed with gentle loving soothing grace . I was stern in most situations. And only when I aged,I realised that it takes effort to shed all those garangness. Now... the garang mother could share story mories with the children.But my youngest daughter said mama tak garang aih... hihi.

Its a sombre Saturday all right. But lets us be sunny and bright in our heart.
Still reeling with memories of Pohim's laughters. Kalau dekat dah maktok pergi jenguk dia. Nak peluk cium dia and dengar dia nyanyi nyanyi sambil buat aktiviti. Nak naik ets tapi tokwan is still recuperating .Alahai...

Thats all folks. Sat lagi nak kena keluar bawa cikli ke KIM. Minta2 tu janganlah hujan.

Bye...