I am back in Singapore now. Yesterday, I took KTM from Seremban to Singapore and for this trip, that would be the last visit to Malaysia.
This time, I have met so many writers. People that I've known for years and had no chance to meet before, bloggers that I still keep in touch and friends that have known me for years.
It was so beautiful to see such happy faces, remembering the times we had together before and feeling such closeness to be able to be together again.
For the next few days, being with my mother, at my own brother's house, would find me updating so much photos, so much meetings with people I admire, so much writings of their warmth and I have to do it slowly. I have to let my emotion flow ever so smoothly with the memories of those beautiful people, beautiful hearts and beautiful faces.
I feel a pinch in the heart to leave friends in Malaysia. My friends, you know who you are (the list would be long but the names are already embedded deep inside me),
thank you for taking me as I am. You are treasures in my heart, memories that will stay forever, no value in money, no measures in gold can I compare your kindness, your acceptance, and your friendship.
Only one word when I think of all of you...BEAUTIFUL.
Bedok Al Azhar, Singapore.
Some links that I found.
http://ibuika.blogspot.com/2008/07/jumpa-orang-jauh-jumaat-lepas-zar-resah.html#comments
http://annyss.blogspot.com/2008/07/umbara-sastera-2.html
http://sakurasa2.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-julai-2008-jam-5.html
http://sakurasa2.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-june-2008-kenangan-yang-indah-tetamu.html
http://abdullatip.blogspot.com/2008/07/pertemuan.html
http://www.esasterawan.net/esasterawan/1.asp?uid=131
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Bedok Al Ansar
Puan was discharged yesterday. The 10 or more days she stayed in hospital was just to monitor her fever and infection. She was on antibiotic and when the course is done, she is given the green light to go home.
I am with her at Bedok Al Ansar, another one of my sibling's home.
This apartment is 25 storey high, I can see all the southern part of Spore. The harbour front, the hub of making money at Shenton Way all the way to the north, near Woodlands which is touching Johor Bahru.
Two of my brothers children are in the primary school level. They are awaken at 6 in the morning to prepare for school. There are two helpers in this house. One to handle Puan and another to handle the house. Both my brother and his wife are working.
Here I am with the last child in the house still sleeping and the helpers doing their things.
Spore people are very strong and hard working. They work leaving the house early in the morning, before the sun is up and coming home when the sun is already buried deep. On public holidays (thats the only day they don't work), they sleep thier tiredness away. I feel so sorry for them.
Where is life, where is the sweetness of life?
I look at Okinawa and I see my Otto doing his gardening, watering the plants around the house, feeding the birds, pulling out some peria and petula to cook for lunch.
Two days ago, my siblings without the small kids, went for a 5km walk at Kent Ridge Park. They built it like a bridge-way on the hills, way above the tree top, for people to walk. Just walk. As we walked, I saw the low hill of Mount Faber, (how sad, the island is so low, even the British called a small hill a little less than 200m as a mount(ain).
Anyway, as we passed some trees, there was this very tall durian tree full of fruits. I stayed in the corner of the bridgeway to hear some remarks made by those walking passed it.
What fruit is that? (some Cina from Mainland maybe).
Wa lau, that must be durian! (some yuppies).
Mommy, is that the thing we ate last night? (some specky nerd-child).
I told my brother, if you want some real original taste of durian, grown from spore soil, go wait under that tree.
My siblings were admiring the views, with some original thick growth still left (and they thought that was the jungle!) mixed with tall commercial buildings and beautiful, clean 10 lane expressway. I felt quite sad for them. This is their tempurung, so small, so clean and so happy.
If only they have the chance to see what I have seen, those small lonely track, those beautiful valleys, those clear water pond by the quiet hill with tilapia and gold fish swimming. Just two of them in the pond on top of a hill.
Turing 360 degrees around, standing in the cloud, the mist blinding my eyes. On top of Mount Fuji. Looking down at deep pine trees, unpenetrating to human and feeling on top of the world. This is my richness, I am rich, beyond what money can count.
Ah, life is beautiful, my mak is beautiful...what more can I say.
My mak is beyond treatment but she is so strong.
Alhamdulillah.
Bedok al-ansar, Singapore
I am with her at Bedok Al Ansar, another one of my sibling's home.
This apartment is 25 storey high, I can see all the southern part of Spore. The harbour front, the hub of making money at Shenton Way all the way to the north, near Woodlands which is touching Johor Bahru.
Two of my brothers children are in the primary school level. They are awaken at 6 in the morning to prepare for school. There are two helpers in this house. One to handle Puan and another to handle the house. Both my brother and his wife are working.
Here I am with the last child in the house still sleeping and the helpers doing their things.
Spore people are very strong and hard working. They work leaving the house early in the morning, before the sun is up and coming home when the sun is already buried deep. On public holidays (thats the only day they don't work), they sleep thier tiredness away. I feel so sorry for them.
Where is life, where is the sweetness of life?
I look at Okinawa and I see my Otto doing his gardening, watering the plants around the house, feeding the birds, pulling out some peria and petula to cook for lunch.
Two days ago, my siblings without the small kids, went for a 5km walk at Kent Ridge Park. They built it like a bridge-way on the hills, way above the tree top, for people to walk. Just walk. As we walked, I saw the low hill of Mount Faber, (how sad, the island is so low, even the British called a small hill a little less than 200m as a mount(ain).
Anyway, as we passed some trees, there was this very tall durian tree full of fruits. I stayed in the corner of the bridgeway to hear some remarks made by those walking passed it.
What fruit is that? (some Cina from Mainland maybe).
Wa lau, that must be durian! (some yuppies).
Mommy, is that the thing we ate last night? (some specky nerd-child).
I told my brother, if you want some real original taste of durian, grown from spore soil, go wait under that tree.
My siblings were admiring the views, with some original thick growth still left (and they thought that was the jungle!) mixed with tall commercial buildings and beautiful, clean 10 lane expressway. I felt quite sad for them. This is their tempurung, so small, so clean and so happy.
If only they have the chance to see what I have seen, those small lonely track, those beautiful valleys, those clear water pond by the quiet hill with tilapia and gold fish swimming. Just two of them in the pond on top of a hill.
Turing 360 degrees around, standing in the cloud, the mist blinding my eyes. On top of Mount Fuji. Looking down at deep pine trees, unpenetrating to human and feeling on top of the world. This is my richness, I am rich, beyond what money can count.
Ah, life is beautiful, my mak is beautiful...what more can I say.
My mak is beyond treatment but she is so strong.
Alhamdulillah.
Bedok al-ansar, Singapore
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Pertemuan dan rezeki
Sudah hampir sebulan saya di Spore and Msia. Waktu menulis ini, saya di Pasir Ris, di rumah adik dan berulang melawat mak di hospital setiap hari.
Doktor dari awal-awal lagi sudah berkata keadaan mak saya itu sebagai "let nature takes its course". Mungkin mak saya tidak perlu menjalani kimoterapi sebab keadaanya yang lemah itu. Pada saya asalkan mak tidak menderita kesakitan dan pergi dengan senang, itu sudah amat mententeramkan jiwa ini. Pergi itu memang takdir, hanya Yang Maha Kuasa menentukan ajal saja menepatkannya. Jadi selama mak masih boleh melihat, biarlah dia tidak diganggu lagi dengan berbagai jarum dan proses rawatan yang menyakitkan lagi.
Sudah hampir sebulan saya di sini tapi belum lagi dapat rasa roti canai. Entah kenapa? Saya duduk memikirkan, benda itu sudah dekat, bila-bila masa saya ingin makan, saya boleh dapatkan, apakah yang melarang? apa kah yang menahan rezeki ini?
Hanya Maha Kuasa yang memberi segala rezeki saja dapat menentukan itu.
Sama juga dengan pertemuan, banyak lagi teman-teman dan kenalan yang saya ingin sangat bertemu dan berbual, bertanya khabar, mendengar suara mereka, melihat senyuman mereka tapi belum lagi dipertemukan.
Ada juga pertemuan yang tidak disangka, tidak dijadualkan tapi terjadi dengan senang. Seperti bertemu dan berkenalan dengan sdr wan a rafar. Sungguhlah sudah saya faham, apa yang saya sebagai manusia kecil tidak boleh menetapkan yang dirancang, yang dijadualkan. Apabila Dia memberi rezeki dan pertemuan itu, sungguh anehnya, ia terjadi dengan senang sekali.
Inilah sdr wan a rafar, seorang penulis yang tinggal di Pasir Mas, Kelantan, bersahabat baik dengan sdr darma mohammad. Hanya satu panggilan pada sdr wan dan kami diberitahu dia sebenarnya berada hanya beberapa stasen saja dari kami di Hentian Putra. Lalu kami berjumpa pada hari itu Jun 17, 2008 dan berbual tentang berbagai topik, di antaranya haiku. Inilah masanya sdr wan menanya dan mengulas segala topik tentang haiku.
Masa saya menulis ini, sdr wan membuat kerja dakwah di Athena, Greecia.
Yang anehnya, saya dipertemukan dengan beliau hanya beberapa hari sebelum beliau berangkat ke sana.
Pada teman-teman dan kenalan yang belum sempat saya temui, saya berdoa agar kami dapat dipertemukan apabila saya membuat lagi satu pusingan ke KL minggu depan, insyaAllah.
Doktor dari awal-awal lagi sudah berkata keadaan mak saya itu sebagai "let nature takes its course". Mungkin mak saya tidak perlu menjalani kimoterapi sebab keadaanya yang lemah itu. Pada saya asalkan mak tidak menderita kesakitan dan pergi dengan senang, itu sudah amat mententeramkan jiwa ini. Pergi itu memang takdir, hanya Yang Maha Kuasa menentukan ajal saja menepatkannya. Jadi selama mak masih boleh melihat, biarlah dia tidak diganggu lagi dengan berbagai jarum dan proses rawatan yang menyakitkan lagi.
Sudah hampir sebulan saya di sini tapi belum lagi dapat rasa roti canai. Entah kenapa? Saya duduk memikirkan, benda itu sudah dekat, bila-bila masa saya ingin makan, saya boleh dapatkan, apakah yang melarang? apa kah yang menahan rezeki ini?
Hanya Maha Kuasa yang memberi segala rezeki saja dapat menentukan itu.
Sama juga dengan pertemuan, banyak lagi teman-teman dan kenalan yang saya ingin sangat bertemu dan berbual, bertanya khabar, mendengar suara mereka, melihat senyuman mereka tapi belum lagi dipertemukan.
Ada juga pertemuan yang tidak disangka, tidak dijadualkan tapi terjadi dengan senang. Seperti bertemu dan berkenalan dengan sdr wan a rafar. Sungguhlah sudah saya faham, apa yang saya sebagai manusia kecil tidak boleh menetapkan yang dirancang, yang dijadualkan. Apabila Dia memberi rezeki dan pertemuan itu, sungguh anehnya, ia terjadi dengan senang sekali.
Inilah sdr wan a rafar, seorang penulis yang tinggal di Pasir Mas, Kelantan, bersahabat baik dengan sdr darma mohammad. Hanya satu panggilan pada sdr wan dan kami diberitahu dia sebenarnya berada hanya beberapa stasen saja dari kami di Hentian Putra. Lalu kami berjumpa pada hari itu Jun 17, 2008 dan berbual tentang berbagai topik, di antaranya haiku. Inilah masanya sdr wan menanya dan mengulas segala topik tentang haiku.
Masa saya menulis ini, sdr wan membuat kerja dakwah di Athena, Greecia.
Yang anehnya, saya dipertemukan dengan beliau hanya beberapa hari sebelum beliau berangkat ke sana.
Pada teman-teman dan kenalan yang belum sempat saya temui, saya berdoa agar kami dapat dipertemukan apabila saya membuat lagi satu pusingan ke KL minggu depan, insyaAllah.
nota kaki: sdr wan a rafar telah memberi izin menyiarkan gambar ini, harap jangan dipindahkan ke tempat lain tanpa kebenaran.
Pasir Ris, Spore.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Trengganu
From Pasir Mas back to Putrajaya we have to take the coastal route to visit the new masjid, Masjid Kristal. Masjid Kristal was opened by the King and Queen Of Trengganu (I'm hopeless at remembering their titles) on Feb 8, 2008.
After a beautiful breakfast prepared by Mr. Darma's wife of nasi lemak and tapai nasi, we packed and head for the sea, leaving behind Kota Bharu, Pasir Putih, Jertih and straight into Trengganu. As we cruised, from Permaisuri onwards, I noticed every 3-4 km on the main road, were huge and beautiful masjid. Every masjid I passed, my heart ached and I doa that the people of Okinawa would get a masjid one day, even a small masjid will do for us. This luxury of beautiful masjid in Trengganu is the greatest gift of this coastal country.
We stopped at a sleepy fishing village in Penarik and saw the local cottage industry. Rows of ikan bilis, ikan tamban being dried up in the sun. There were some cats wondering around but they don't bother the fishes in the sun. I was told that those cats don't prefer those dried up fishes, its too common for them, they prefer those wet and flashy catches from the sea.
We passed Sitiu and then we saw the Masjid Kristal from the highway. We had to make a big turn going towards the masjid ground.
Its more like painted glasses and most of the building are glassess.
We can do solat in this masjid and the neighbouring land is called Pusat Tamadun Islam where there are miniature copy of famous masjids of the world.
We saw a beach at Kuala Abang that is exactly like the beach in Okinawa. Clean, clear water, beautiful rocky beach stones and deserted, noone is around.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Real Kelantan food
After a beautiful spread of food for breakfast, we made our way to Pantai Cinta Berahi, which has changed to Pantai Cahaya Bulan recently. There were rows of small stalls selling coconut water. We sat by the beach and slowly sipped the coconut water with the South China breeze blowing from the sea.
We popped in the Bazaar Buluh Kubu but I didn't buy anything at all. I saw some tudung bawal but the materials for the scarf are too transparent and thin. I am worried, with the uncultured way I fashion my scarf, some part of this hair would show in the see-through material.
Then, I stepped in Pasar Siti Khadijah, which to me is like any wet market, only the things sold are quite new to me, like pickled sukun fruits and turtle eggs. I couldn'd stay long at the market because the most sensitive part of my body is my nose.
I had to run out of the market, practically. From there we went to Rantau Panjang, took some beautiful pictures at the Customs Point but I am too tired to upload now.
This is the lunch that Mr. Darma Mohammad's wife prepared for us.
Nasi kerabu with solok petola and lada, celur buah beko (very new to me). Buah beko reminds me of snake, with flat body, a head and a tail.
This is something we had for dinner, pulut durian and rice tapai and some keropok lekur. I can feel the heat building up in my body as I wrote this entry. If unavoidable, maybe I need to take a little shower before going to bed to night.
We popped in the Bazaar Buluh Kubu but I didn't buy anything at all. I saw some tudung bawal but the materials for the scarf are too transparent and thin. I am worried, with the uncultured way I fashion my scarf, some part of this hair would show in the see-through material.
Then, I stepped in Pasar Siti Khadijah, which to me is like any wet market, only the things sold are quite new to me, like pickled sukun fruits and turtle eggs. I couldn'd stay long at the market because the most sensitive part of my body is my nose.
I had to run out of the market, practically. From there we went to Rantau Panjang, took some beautiful pictures at the Customs Point but I am too tired to upload now.
This is the lunch that Mr. Darma Mohammad's wife prepared for us.
Nasi kerabu with solok petola and lada, celur buah beko (very new to me). Buah beko reminds me of snake, with flat body, a head and a tail.
This is something we had for dinner, pulut durian and rice tapai and some keropok lekur. I can feel the heat building up in my body as I wrote this entry. If unavoidable, maybe I need to take a little shower before going to bed to night.
After the rest and the good lunch, we head to Kampung Geting. Mr. Darma said this village is designated officially as the cottage industry of dried fish like ikan bilis and salted fish. We saw rows of ikan selar kuning being dried in the salty air and sea breeze.
Dangar, Pasir Mas.
Pasir Mas
Sakura and I made our way to Putrajaya sentral early to avoid the early morning rush hour to be in time for our express bus that depart at 8.30 in the morning.
We needed to change to another bus at Hentian Putra in KL and at 9.30, we were on our way to Pasir Mas.
Our journey took us to Bentong, Raub, Gua Musang, Kuala Krai, Machang, Tanah Merah and at last Pasir Mas. Stopping for lunch at a deserted nowhere in the world sort of place named Merapoh for 45 mins.
The stop was good for my legs, we sat for 4 hours in the bus and walking during this lunch break was a relieve for me.
Anyway, after the rest we had to sit for another 3 hours to complete the journey.
Mr Darma was already there to meet us at the station and we were all taken to his house.
He has such beautiful home. First thing I did was to go around the house to pick some ilang-ilang blooming (bunga kenanga), some cempaka telur and some limau purut. He has many varieties of flowers and fruit trees growing all around the house.
For the first time in my life, I took burung puyuh(quail) for dinner, fried version.
Maybe the people here take burung puyuh like us in Japan take chicken everyday.
While we were at the taxi station, taking our luggage out, I saw something so beautiful. There was tamarine tree, (pohon asam jawa) and on the main dividing branch of the tree, grows a small variety of white, wild orchid.
Very white and small, fully bloom hanging down, spreading like an umbrella.
Have to finish up this entry now , its late at Mr. Darma's Resident.
Pasir Mas, Kelantan
We needed to change to another bus at Hentian Putra in KL and at 9.30, we were on our way to Pasir Mas.
Our journey took us to Bentong, Raub, Gua Musang, Kuala Krai, Machang, Tanah Merah and at last Pasir Mas. Stopping for lunch at a deserted nowhere in the world sort of place named Merapoh for 45 mins.
The stop was good for my legs, we sat for 4 hours in the bus and walking during this lunch break was a relieve for me.
Anyway, after the rest we had to sit for another 3 hours to complete the journey.
Mr Darma was already there to meet us at the station and we were all taken to his house.
He has such beautiful home. First thing I did was to go around the house to pick some ilang-ilang blooming (bunga kenanga), some cempaka telur and some limau purut. He has many varieties of flowers and fruit trees growing all around the house.
For the first time in my life, I took burung puyuh(quail) for dinner, fried version.
Maybe the people here take burung puyuh like us in Japan take chicken everyday.
While we were at the taxi station, taking our luggage out, I saw something so beautiful. There was tamarine tree, (pohon asam jawa) and on the main dividing branch of the tree, grows a small variety of white, wild orchid.
Very white and small, fully bloom hanging down, spreading like an umbrella.
Have to finish up this entry now , its late at Mr. Darma's Resident.
Pasir Mas, Kelantan
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Ziarah Putrajaya
Maafkan saya, saya sekarang berada di salah sebuah sibercafe di Putrajaya - Pusat Siber JFAI. Rumah teman yang saya menumpang tidur sekarang tidak punyai laptop dan rasanya dah lama benar tak menjenguk blog sendiri.
Rindu pada teman-teman siber sangat kuat sampaikan saya paksa kawan ini bawa ke tempat ini.
Terima kasih pada semua komen-komen dan maaf sekali lagi sebab saya tidak dapat membalasnya.
Saya sampai di KL dengan KTM dari Singapore pada Jun 16, 2007.
Malamnya saya menghadiri majlis perjumpaan dengan dua orang pendaki FUJI (MBA dan Aahar), selainnya yang datang ialah ahli-ahli forum BashoHut. Mereka ialah sdr ep dan isteri,
sdr Darma Mohammad, sdr TabirAlam, sdr sakura, sdr teratai dan sdr erisya.
Hari kedua (Jun 17, 2007) di Putrajaya, saya memziarah ITNM (Institut terjemahan) untuk sesuatu tugas rasmi dan terserempak sdr Wan A. Rafar, seorang penulis dari Pasir Mas. Sempat juga kami bergambar.
Hari ketiga (Jun 18, 2007), saya dibawa ke DBP untuk pertemuan dengan salah seorang pegawai di sana atas urusan peribadi. Sempat juga kami bergambar lagi. Tapi gambar-gambar itu saya tidak dapat upload sekarang.
Esok, mungkin saya akan adakan perbincangan haiku dengan salah seorang ahli di Putrajaya.
Di sebelah malamnya, saya akan bertolak bersama 4 orang teman lagi menuju ke Kelantan.
Hari Jumaat, Sabtu, Ahad (Jun 21-23, 2008), saya menziarah tempat-tempat indah di Kelantan dan Masjid Kristal.
Kami juga dijemput menziarah keluarga sdr Darma Mohammad di Pasir Mas.
InsyaAllah, saya balik semula ke PUtrajaya dan hari isnin (Jun 24, 2008) saya akan bertentang mata dengan Mak Andeh dan Kak Yan buat pertama kali sesudah beberapa tahun mengenali mereka dalam blog.
Slot untuk hari selasa dah penuh dan saya balik ke Spore pada hari Rabu. Tapi cerita di KL belum habis lagi, saya akan kembali ke KL buat kali kedua, insyaAllah.
Rindu pada teman-teman siber sangat kuat sampaikan saya paksa kawan ini bawa ke tempat ini.
Terima kasih pada semua komen-komen dan maaf sekali lagi sebab saya tidak dapat membalasnya.
Saya sampai di KL dengan KTM dari Singapore pada Jun 16, 2007.
Malamnya saya menghadiri majlis perjumpaan dengan dua orang pendaki FUJI (MBA dan Aahar), selainnya yang datang ialah ahli-ahli forum BashoHut. Mereka ialah sdr ep dan isteri,
sdr Darma Mohammad, sdr TabirAlam, sdr sakura, sdr teratai dan sdr erisya.
Hari kedua (Jun 17, 2007) di Putrajaya, saya memziarah ITNM (Institut terjemahan) untuk sesuatu tugas rasmi dan terserempak sdr Wan A. Rafar, seorang penulis dari Pasir Mas. Sempat juga kami bergambar.
Hari ketiga (Jun 18, 2007), saya dibawa ke DBP untuk pertemuan dengan salah seorang pegawai di sana atas urusan peribadi. Sempat juga kami bergambar lagi. Tapi gambar-gambar itu saya tidak dapat upload sekarang.
Esok, mungkin saya akan adakan perbincangan haiku dengan salah seorang ahli di Putrajaya.
Di sebelah malamnya, saya akan bertolak bersama 4 orang teman lagi menuju ke Kelantan.
Hari Jumaat, Sabtu, Ahad (Jun 21-23, 2008), saya menziarah tempat-tempat indah di Kelantan dan Masjid Kristal.
Kami juga dijemput menziarah keluarga sdr Darma Mohammad di Pasir Mas.
InsyaAllah, saya balik semula ke PUtrajaya dan hari isnin (Jun 24, 2008) saya akan bertentang mata dengan Mak Andeh dan Kak Yan buat pertama kali sesudah beberapa tahun mengenali mereka dalam blog.
Slot untuk hari selasa dah penuh dan saya balik ke Spore pada hari Rabu. Tapi cerita di KL belum habis lagi, saya akan kembali ke KL buat kali kedua, insyaAllah.
Some pictures http://mba.fotopages.com/
Presint 9, Putrajaya, Pusat Siber JFAI.
Jun 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thumb print
Had to cross over to JB today to update some stuff, to activate some cards. My brother-in-law didn't want to send me since the filling up on gasoline at Johor stand is not worth anymore. I took the JB-Spore taxi. Getting in, I immediately asked for the "white card" and to my surprise, no more white card is needed.
Ini semua pasal itu satu orang sudah lari keluar jail, the driver tried to explain. What orang?
what jail?
apasal dia sudah lari?
that were my questions.
Kakak, apa pasat lu tak dengar kah? Kakak mana mari?
I kept quite, don't want to tell anything but the talkative driver still carried on talking.
Then at the immigration point, the thumb print scanner was passed around in the car for each of us to scan. Well, I like this thumb print thing, at least I don't have to scribble on that white card and sometimes misplaced it on the return trip.
The driver dropped us at some designated drop-off-point and immediately I took the local taxi. Its about 1km away to my designation but the driver told me the fare is rm10 and the meter is broken. Suka hati engkaulah.
He overshoot the bank front entrance and told me he didn't realized it...hey brader, you are the local driver, don't shit me.
Maaf ye, saya tak perasan tadi...
malas aku nak layan...
get out and bang the door.
During some fund-transferring at RHB, this counter girl, sweetly tell me.
Kakak boleh tak tulis cepat sikit, saya nak keluar makan!
I, too with my sweet voice told her,
"awak nak makan, pergilah makan, takkan orang lain tak boleh ganti"?
I cannot even swallow this situation...a bank counter girl telling me, the bank customer to hasten the form writing.
Of course, nothing would change my life and when I turned to the counter again, I still see her there.
With some sarcasm, "kata nak keluar makan, kenapa ada lagi"?
Feeling guilty, she said, "saya tunggu kakak habis"...
tahu pun-tolol!
I observed and I am happy to have the chance to compare, only after comparing do I know how beautiful the other side of midnight is.
Taman Pelangi, Menara Pelangi, Johor Bahru, Malaysia.
Ini semua pasal itu satu orang sudah lari keluar jail, the driver tried to explain. What orang?
what jail?
apasal dia sudah lari?
that were my questions.
Kakak, apa pasat lu tak dengar kah? Kakak mana mari?
I kept quite, don't want to tell anything but the talkative driver still carried on talking.
Then at the immigration point, the thumb print scanner was passed around in the car for each of us to scan. Well, I like this thumb print thing, at least I don't have to scribble on that white card and sometimes misplaced it on the return trip.
The driver dropped us at some designated drop-off-point and immediately I took the local taxi. Its about 1km away to my designation but the driver told me the fare is rm10 and the meter is broken. Suka hati engkaulah.
He overshoot the bank front entrance and told me he didn't realized it...hey brader, you are the local driver, don't shit me.
Maaf ye, saya tak perasan tadi...
malas aku nak layan...
get out and bang the door.
During some fund-transferring at RHB, this counter girl, sweetly tell me.
Kakak boleh tak tulis cepat sikit, saya nak keluar makan!
I, too with my sweet voice told her,
"awak nak makan, pergilah makan, takkan orang lain tak boleh ganti"?
I cannot even swallow this situation...a bank counter girl telling me, the bank customer to hasten the form writing.
Of course, nothing would change my life and when I turned to the counter again, I still see her there.
With some sarcasm, "kata nak keluar makan, kenapa ada lagi"?
Feeling guilty, she said, "saya tunggu kakak habis"...
tahu pun-tolol!
I observed and I am happy to have the chance to compare, only after comparing do I know how beautiful the other side of midnight is.
Taman Pelangi, Menara Pelangi, Johor Bahru, Malaysia.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Ho Fan, Rojak Mamak.
Hari ini, Ahad, seperti biasa, anak dara dua orang itu menghadiri kelas ugama di Darul Arqam. Selepas kelas itu, kami berjalan menuju ke kedai makan Teh Tarik, sebuah kedai makan yang diiktirafkan oleh MUIS (Majlis Ugama Islam Spura) sebagai kedai menyediakan makanan halal.
Ho fun, ho fun...apakah ho fan itu saya berfikir sebab kedua-dua anak ini sibuk mengatakan saya mesti merasa hidangan ini.
Bila ho fan dihantarkan dan saya rasa. Kuih teow goreng berkuah kicap dan dulu-dulu mereka panggil dengan nama mi Hong Kong.
Ada juga saya terlihat keropok lekur panjang. Dapat juga rasa lekur dari Spore.
Sepinggan ho fan sudah cukup untuk menyegahkan perut ini sampai ke malam masih kekenyangan juga.
Ada satu lagi yg baru. Air batu dengan sepihan buah durian belanda bercampur sea-coconut (kelapa laut). Apa benda sea-coconut itu saya tak pasti tapi selepas makanan yg berminyak, rasanya air batu durian belanda diperah dengan limau kasturi, rasakan membersihkan tekak.
Ini no handset di spore 94295176.
Saya jarang buka laptop ini sebab banyak urusan luar yg perlu dilakukan.
Hari ini dapat juga rasa rojak mamak, yang berbagai fish cake, sotong, telur bercecahkan kuah merah secawan. Kuahnya tidaklah berapa sedap sangat. Saya masih ingat masa kecil, setahun adalah sekali dua, bapa bawa balik rojak ini. Saya suka sangat dengan kuahnya sampai esok harinya saya campurkan dengan nasi. Tapi tadi pagi kuah rojak itu rasanya macam boleh masuk longkang.
Yang saya rasa pelik, masa makan itu ada berbagai orang datang meminta duit menjual ayat-ayat suci. Yang pertama datang, saya belilah dalam satu dua keping tapi selepasnya yang lain datang berturut-turut minta duit.
Bukannya apa, bila masukkan ho fan dalam mulut, tengah menunduk dan mulut penuh, mereka datang. Maka apabila saya mengangkat muka waktu-waktu begini, semuanya dalam mulut bertempias ke muka yang cantik bermekap. Nak marah pun tak boleh sebab makanan penuh di mulut. Nak layan bercakap, saya tengah sedap menikmati makanan, jadi terpinga-pinga juga dibuatnya dan terputuslah rasa kesedapan makanan di meja.
Nak marah pun ye, rasa kasihan pun ye, meluat pun ye...berbagai rasa dalam satu pandangan.
Rupanya tandas di spore ini memang sudah bersih. Orang awam pandai tekan butang selepas menggunakannya tapi mana datang bau yang rasanya boleh melekat ke pakaian. Saya perhatikan bersih tapi bau yang pekat masih ada lagi. Lagi pun mereka pakai air dan air itu melimpah-limpah ke lantai, sepatutnya disebabkan air itu membersihkan lantai, hilanglah bau pekat tapi masih sepekat-pekatnya.
Inilah yg saya tak sanggup.
Sejak saya sampai sini, hari ini sudah masuk 5 hari. Cuacanya dingin dan mendung. Sungguh sedap seperti awal summer di Okinawa.
Kalau buat panggilan itu, berilah tau nama dan kenalkanlah diri. Kad prepaid ini saya tak gunakan lagi selepas saya kembali ke Jepun, itulah sebabnya saya rasa tidak perlu untuk merahsiakan no itu.
Geylang Serai, Darul Arqam, Teh Tarik, Spore.
Ho fun, ho fun...apakah ho fan itu saya berfikir sebab kedua-dua anak ini sibuk mengatakan saya mesti merasa hidangan ini.
Bila ho fan dihantarkan dan saya rasa. Kuih teow goreng berkuah kicap dan dulu-dulu mereka panggil dengan nama mi Hong Kong.
Ada juga saya terlihat keropok lekur panjang. Dapat juga rasa lekur dari Spore.
Sepinggan ho fan sudah cukup untuk menyegahkan perut ini sampai ke malam masih kekenyangan juga.
Ada satu lagi yg baru. Air batu dengan sepihan buah durian belanda bercampur sea-coconut (kelapa laut). Apa benda sea-coconut itu saya tak pasti tapi selepas makanan yg berminyak, rasanya air batu durian belanda diperah dengan limau kasturi, rasakan membersihkan tekak.
Ini no handset di spore 94295176.
Saya jarang buka laptop ini sebab banyak urusan luar yg perlu dilakukan.
Hari ini dapat juga rasa rojak mamak, yang berbagai fish cake, sotong, telur bercecahkan kuah merah secawan. Kuahnya tidaklah berapa sedap sangat. Saya masih ingat masa kecil, setahun adalah sekali dua, bapa bawa balik rojak ini. Saya suka sangat dengan kuahnya sampai esok harinya saya campurkan dengan nasi. Tapi tadi pagi kuah rojak itu rasanya macam boleh masuk longkang.
Yang saya rasa pelik, masa makan itu ada berbagai orang datang meminta duit menjual ayat-ayat suci. Yang pertama datang, saya belilah dalam satu dua keping tapi selepasnya yang lain datang berturut-turut minta duit.
Bukannya apa, bila masukkan ho fan dalam mulut, tengah menunduk dan mulut penuh, mereka datang. Maka apabila saya mengangkat muka waktu-waktu begini, semuanya dalam mulut bertempias ke muka yang cantik bermekap. Nak marah pun tak boleh sebab makanan penuh di mulut. Nak layan bercakap, saya tengah sedap menikmati makanan, jadi terpinga-pinga juga dibuatnya dan terputuslah rasa kesedapan makanan di meja.
Nak marah pun ye, rasa kasihan pun ye, meluat pun ye...berbagai rasa dalam satu pandangan.
Rupanya tandas di spore ini memang sudah bersih. Orang awam pandai tekan butang selepas menggunakannya tapi mana datang bau yang rasanya boleh melekat ke pakaian. Saya perhatikan bersih tapi bau yang pekat masih ada lagi. Lagi pun mereka pakai air dan air itu melimpah-limpah ke lantai, sepatutnya disebabkan air itu membersihkan lantai, hilanglah bau pekat tapi masih sepekat-pekatnya.
Inilah yg saya tak sanggup.
Sejak saya sampai sini, hari ini sudah masuk 5 hari. Cuacanya dingin dan mendung. Sungguh sedap seperti awal summer di Okinawa.
Kalau buat panggilan itu, berilah tau nama dan kenalkanlah diri. Kad prepaid ini saya tak gunakan lagi selepas saya kembali ke Jepun, itulah sebabnya saya rasa tidak perlu untuk merahsiakan no itu.
Geylang Serai, Darul Arqam, Teh Tarik, Spore.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Nangka sulung
Inilah lada hijau dan lada merah yang berhasil di kebunku.
Nangka perantausemaian benih itu
terhasil sulung
nikmat manisannya
kanku sabar menunggu.
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(Ini tanka, sejenis puisi Jepun.)
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Inilah nangka yang mengeluarkan hasil pertama.
Ia akan dijaga dengan kasih sehingga kukembali, insyaAllah.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Kejora di Kaki Langit-Darma Mohammad
Gambar ihsan dari sdr wan A Rafar
(http://jendeladankemeja.blogspot.com/2008/03/kejora-di-kaki-langit.html)
When I held this novel “Kejora di Kaki Langit” written by Darma Mohammad and published by Creative Enterprise Sdn Bhd (540 pages), for the first time, immediately the word “kejora” pulled my eyes. Looking it up, “kejora” is a term use to group stars that flow in the “Rivers of Galaxy”. Some people might refer to it as the “bimasakti” or “amanogawa” that the Japanese like to use in haiku writings. But I opinioned it nearer to “Subaru” like the title song in the video below.
I have known (not personally) the writer from a couple of years before, when he often made constructive comments in my blog writings. After knowing only his name, I am exposed to some of his free-style poetry that was often published in papers, bulletin and journals and more, of his creative writings scattered in the cyber world.
The story line of the book are easy issues, not thought-provoking, brain-smashing, heavy material. It tells a career-minded heroine, unsuccessful in love relationship and finding a comfortable path in building up her career thereon. The common term for this type of theme is Chick lit novel. Often with this story line, we find the writer to be commonly lady but as a man writes this novel, it should be more of an eye-opener. Readers should be able to see some perspective from a man’s point of view.
As I have anticipated, coming from a writer who has ample experience in free-style poetry writings, this novel is scattered with famous quotation of wise words and lines from many books that the writer is familiar with.
In addition to this, for readers who are inclined to puisi (Malay-style poetry), there is a little bonus thrown in.
The puisi, “Kaki langit ditusuk karang” is the writer’s eloquent ness, word precision, colorful vibrancy and depth of emotional current.
Three of the verses as appetizer:
Pertemuan ini menjadi sejarah,
Kenangan manis menjadi abadi,
Namamu melekat di hatiku,
Pesan dan sindir menjadi ingatan.
Bertemu, bermesra dan berpisah,
Lumrah hidup lumrah alam,
Keharuan ini harus ditelan,
Berat lidah mengucap selamat tinggal,
Untuk tarikh bila berkumpul semula.
Esok, kita akan berjalan jauh,
Penuh liku panas dan berdebu,
Masing-masing berlainan arah,
Membawa pulang pengalaman diri,
Membawa pulang lara sendiri.
Again, with the solid background of a poetry writer, see this picturesque scenery written as metaphor,
jari-jari angin,
wajah malam yang legam,
suara hujan,
tamsil senja,
menyeri langit di batin,
sekeping mimpi yang melayang-layang di atas awan,
sayup di hujung bimasakti,
terus menyala di dapur hati,
deru kereta membelah rambu-rambu senja,
suara dari sejuta lidah awan,
rintik-rintik senja bertaburan,
kehitaman bertaburan di langit…
and many more.
Even readers without any poetic sentiments would be pulled by the word attractiveness.
On top of all these, the writer also managed to insert wise word from famous Japanese proverb and some lines from Confucius powerful thoughts. There are mentioned of famous books like “Laa Tahzan”, “Men are from Mars, Women from Venus”, “Di dalam lembah kehidupan” by Hamka and much more. Evidently, this shows much research, footwork, homework done in preparation and writing.
Appropriately, making the story line more in tune to the latest worldly event, some contemporary songs are added to spice up the flavor as in
“Don’t wanna lose you” by Gloria Estafan,
“When will I se you again” from the singing group The Three Degrees,
“You raise me up” solo singing of Josh Groban.
Thought reflection of lifetime experiences shows in these lines made me rewind some memory buttons (quote page 364).
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.”
Next book,
“Derai-derai debu” by Darma Mohammad
Coming up.
When I held this novel “Kejora di Kaki Langit” written by Darma Mohammad and published by Creative Enterprise Sdn Bhd (540 pages), for the first time, immediately the word “kejora” pulled my eyes. Looking it up, “kejora” is a term use to group stars that flow in the “Rivers of Galaxy”. Some people might refer to it as the “bimasakti” or “amanogawa” that the Japanese like to use in haiku writings. But I opinioned it nearer to “Subaru” like the title song in the video below.
I have known (not personally) the writer from a couple of years before, when he often made constructive comments in my blog writings. After knowing only his name, I am exposed to some of his free-style poetry that was often published in papers, bulletin and journals and more, of his creative writings scattered in the cyber world.
The story line of the book are easy issues, not thought-provoking, brain-smashing, heavy material. It tells a career-minded heroine, unsuccessful in love relationship and finding a comfortable path in building up her career thereon. The common term for this type of theme is Chick lit novel. Often with this story line, we find the writer to be commonly lady but as a man writes this novel, it should be more of an eye-opener. Readers should be able to see some perspective from a man’s point of view.
As I have anticipated, coming from a writer who has ample experience in free-style poetry writings, this novel is scattered with famous quotation of wise words and lines from many books that the writer is familiar with.
In addition to this, for readers who are inclined to puisi (Malay-style poetry), there is a little bonus thrown in.
The puisi, “Kaki langit ditusuk karang” is the writer’s eloquent ness, word precision, colorful vibrancy and depth of emotional current.
Three of the verses as appetizer:
Pertemuan ini menjadi sejarah,
Kenangan manis menjadi abadi,
Namamu melekat di hatiku,
Pesan dan sindir menjadi ingatan.
Bertemu, bermesra dan berpisah,
Lumrah hidup lumrah alam,
Keharuan ini harus ditelan,
Berat lidah mengucap selamat tinggal,
Untuk tarikh bila berkumpul semula.
Esok, kita akan berjalan jauh,
Penuh liku panas dan berdebu,
Masing-masing berlainan arah,
Membawa pulang pengalaman diri,
Membawa pulang lara sendiri.
Again, with the solid background of a poetry writer, see this picturesque scenery written as metaphor,
jari-jari angin,
wajah malam yang legam,
suara hujan,
tamsil senja,
menyeri langit di batin,
sekeping mimpi yang melayang-layang di atas awan,
sayup di hujung bimasakti,
terus menyala di dapur hati,
deru kereta membelah rambu-rambu senja,
suara dari sejuta lidah awan,
rintik-rintik senja bertaburan,
kehitaman bertaburan di langit…
and many more.
Even readers without any poetic sentiments would be pulled by the word attractiveness.
On top of all these, the writer also managed to insert wise word from famous Japanese proverb and some lines from Confucius powerful thoughts. There are mentioned of famous books like “Laa Tahzan”, “Men are from Mars, Women from Venus”, “Di dalam lembah kehidupan” by Hamka and much more. Evidently, this shows much research, footwork, homework done in preparation and writing.
Appropriately, making the story line more in tune to the latest worldly event, some contemporary songs are added to spice up the flavor as in
“Don’t wanna lose you” by Gloria Estafan,
“When will I se you again” from the singing group The Three Degrees,
“You raise me up” solo singing of Josh Groban.
Thought reflection of lifetime experiences shows in these lines made me rewind some memory buttons (quote page 364).
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.”
Next book,
“Derai-derai debu” by Darma Mohammad
Coming up.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Subaru
Kejora di Kaki langit
-Darma Mohammad-
coming up soon!
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Me o tojite nani mo miezu
Close your eyes you see nothing
kanashikute me o akereba
Let your eyes open during sadness
Kouya ni mukau michi yori
On the road towards wilderness
hoka ni mieru mono wa nashi
there is nothing else to see
Aha kudake chiru sadame no hoshitachi o
Aha, the falling stars of Life
Semete hisoyaka ni kono mi o terase yo
Quietly will shine in this heart of mine
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
aojiroki hoho no mama de
with a face so pale
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
saraba subaru yo
Goodbye, my Subaru
Ikiru sureba mune no naka
Living with this heart
kogarashi wa naki tsuzukeru
hearing the continuing storm
Saredo waga mune wa atsuku
But my heart is always chasing
yume o oi tsuzukeru nari
warm dreams
Aha sanzameku na mo naki hoshitachi yo
Aha cruelly killing all the stars without names
Semete azayaka ni sono mi o oware yo
with its brightness, my heart is gone
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
kokoro no meizuru mama ni
with a closed heart
Ware mo yuku
I'm going
saraba subaru yo
Goodbye, my Subaru.
Aha, itsu no hi ka
Aha, there will be a day
dareka ga kono michi o
someone will be on this road
Aha, itsu no hi ka
Aha, there will be a day
dareka ga kono michi o
someone will be on this road
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
aojiroki hoho no mama de
with a face so pale
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
saraba subaru yo
Goodbye, my Subaru
Ware wa yuku
I'm going
saraba subaru yo
Goodbye, my Subaru.
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目を閉じて何も見えず Tutup mata itu segalanya padam
哀しくて目を開ければ ketika bersedih, celikkan mata
哀しくて目を開ければ ketika bersedih, celikkan mata
荒れ野に向かう道より perjalanan menuju ke belantara
他に見るものはなし tiada apa dalam pandangan
砕け散る 宿命の星たちよ nasib bintang-bintang yang jatuh bertaburan
せめて密やかに この身を照らせよ dalam kesenyapan, hati ini disinarkan
我は行く 蒼白き頬のままで aku pergi dalam wajah lesu ini
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
呼吸をすれば胸の中 dalam kehidupan ini
木枯らしは吠き続ける ribut dingin berterusan
されど我が胸は熱く pun begitu kalbu ini terus mencari cahaya
夢を追い続けるなり tetap mencari impian hangat
さんざめく名も無き星たちよ gugurkan segala bintang yang tidak bernama
他に見るものはなし tiada apa dalam pandangan
砕け散る 宿命の星たちよ nasib bintang-bintang yang jatuh bertaburan
せめて密やかに この身を照らせよ dalam kesenyapan, hati ini disinarkan
我は行く 蒼白き頬のままで aku pergi dalam wajah lesu ini
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
呼吸をすれば胸の中 dalam kehidupan ini
木枯らしは吠き続ける ribut dingin berterusan
されど我が胸は熱く pun begitu kalbu ini terus mencari cahaya
夢を追い続けるなり tetap mencari impian hangat
さんざめく名も無き星たちよ gugurkan segala bintang yang tidak bernama
せめて鮮やかに dengan sinarnya
その身を終われよ hilanglah hati ini
我も行く 心の命ずるままに aku pergi membawa hati resah
我も行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
いつの日か 誰かがこの道を satu hari nanti jalan ini terbuka
いつの日か 誰かがこの道を satu hari nanti jalan ini terbuka
我は行く 蒼白き頬のままで aku pergi dengan wajah lesu ini
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
その身を終われよ hilanglah hati ini
我も行く 心の命ずるままに aku pergi membawa hati resah
我も行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
いつの日か 誰かがこの道を satu hari nanti jalan ini terbuka
いつの日か 誰かがこの道を satu hari nanti jalan ini terbuka
我は行く 蒼白き頬のままで aku pergi dengan wajah lesu ini
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
我は行く さらば昴よ aku pergi selamat tinggal Subaru
Music/Lyric by Shinji Tanimura
Translation by Leyla Shuri
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Aserola and shisou
This morning, I went in the toilet and found a struggling cicak hitam or black lizard. Very small, just baby. As I was sitting, I talked to this poor thing.
How did you end up here?
Before this where were you?
I left that little thing alone and went about my daily chores. Later, I went to sit again and found lots of black ants attacking the black baby lizard. The ants collectively carried it and moved in a direction. Maybe towards their nest to feed other working ants and the queen.
Again, I talked to the ants.
I can't see your nest from here, show me your house, show me how you live, show me what you do and what you think?
Then, I went to the garden and pulled some leaves and fruits. Opened the freezer and prepared my lunch.
Here to my beautiful lunch.
Some aserola berrries (in season now), some shisou leaves on my natto with 3 tablespoon rice.
And...
the black thing on my natto? Make a guess...hahahaha!
How did you end up here?
Before this where were you?
I left that little thing alone and went about my daily chores. Later, I went to sit again and found lots of black ants attacking the black baby lizard. The ants collectively carried it and moved in a direction. Maybe towards their nest to feed other working ants and the queen.
Again, I talked to the ants.
I can't see your nest from here, show me your house, show me how you live, show me what you do and what you think?
Then, I went to the garden and pulled some leaves and fruits. Opened the freezer and prepared my lunch.
Here to my beautiful lunch.
Some aserola berrries (in season now), some shisou leaves on my natto with 3 tablespoon rice.
And...
the black thing on my natto? Make a guess...hahahaha!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Worms and winds
That's right. Its the season of worms and winds. The leaves and branches are full of hanging worms, to be exact baby butterflies. Black body with yellow heads and orange lines on the body. Maybe a speciality in Okinawa. As round and fat as my little fingers. Cars parking under that tree, will sure to have worms in the seat, if windows are opened.
This is one major reason I don't go into gardening.
My weakness for worms or I am just another worm deep down in me.
By the way, I don't even dare step on these wriggly creatures, I usually make a detour to avoid my shoes touching them.
The winds are coming too. Its the typhoon season again. This will last till October. So, all branches and trees are trimmed. Just so we don't have to do major clean-up the day after.
Those two men are the the major WORMS and WINDS of my life.
I don't step on them, always treat them delicately. Like it or not, they are the decision-maker of this clan.
WINDS, their decision stands. Whatever direction goes, I go too.
The major winds of my life.
The one on the step-ladder at 58, has strong arms that I lay my head on everynight.
The leader of the clan at 98, tied up those brances and neatly carried them to the garbage pick-up corner.
WORMS and WINDS, the very basic of life.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Perlepasan sessi haiku
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Untuk mendapatkan perlepasan dari sessi haiku sebelum bercuti buat 2-3 bulan nanti, saya dengan pelahannya duduk di sebelah sensei Machiko dan berbisik padanya....sensei, saya akan mengambil cuti selama 2-3 bulan dari Jun ini untuk ke Singapore dan Malaysia.
...dengan suara lantang...
KENAPA LAMA SANGAT? APA BUAT SANA LAMA SANGAT?
(saya diam, terkebil-kebil, tak tahu apa nak kata, terperanjat)
Lama terdiam!
Kawan sebelah tolong jawapkan.
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...sensei, harera chan banyak urusan dan tugas bila sampai sana nanti.
...tapi takkanlah urusan dan tugas itu lebih dari 3 bulan?
(membebel sensei lagi...laki aku taklah membebel begini dasyat!)
Bebelan bersambung...
Antologi 20 haiku dan profil harus serahkan sebelum Ogos nanti, sempat ke serahkan?
Baiklah sensei, saya serahkan semuanya sebelum saya berangkat nanti. Saya serahkan pada Youko san nanti.
Cuba menyejukkan hati sensei...
kalau sensei nak datang masa saya di sana, datanglah...saya bawa sensei berjalan.
sensei senyum...lega hatiku.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Perasan sibuk
Maafkan saya, beribu kali lagi maafkan saya. Inilah saya dah dapat pangkat baru, jadi maam dalam rumah. Tak ada sesiapa menggangu, tak perlu bangun pagi-pagi pekong (bukan pagi buta) lagi untuk membuat bekal nasi.
Yang ada keliling saya hanya orang lelaki. Father-in-law, Otto dan Si bujang Tomo, apa lagi...keluarlah segala kemanjaan yang sudah lama terlaci.
Betul, kerja rumah ini sudah kurang. Seharusnya saya meluangkan masa, kerapkan menulis and mengemas kini catatan blog ini tapi apakan daya...jasad ini sudah terpelesong (ejaan?) ke tempat lain.
Itulah tajuk "perasan sibuk"!
Lagi sekali mohon maaf, saya tidak balas komen di kotak komen yang kenalan tinggalkan. Betulah saya ini, lalai sangat. Janganlah marahkan saya.
Ini sekali jalan saya komen, bolehlah ye?
Kalau tak terima, maki hamunlah saya. Saya rela sebab memang salah saya.
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Ummi-saya faham kerinduan kamu itu tapi jangan terbawa sangat ye.
AZ Haida-saya baru baca entri terbaru kamu, kesian saya. Apakan daya kamu masih berpangkat ibu muda.
Zareda-yang ini baru dapat pangkat baru, terrer semacam nak jadi Major Minah Rempit.
mimi-kamu jemput saya datang JB, baiknya hati walaupun kita tak kenal lagi, ahaks.
MBA- ini lapuran terbaru. JICA OKinawa tidak ada orang Malaysia lagi, nyilek!
Lina-masihkah mengumpul anak-anak, bapa-bapa Urutoraman?
Umeboshi-sekarang orang sini tengah buat jeruk ume, yum yummy, dapat yang manis dengan honey. Boleh makan setempayan.
Wan a rafar- Jangan kecil hati dengan teguran saya. Saya niat untuk menunjukkan yang terbaik.
alinlai- kurangkan makan itu, jangan pula 9 bulan nanti naik sampai 25 kilo!
Noha comel-lamanya kamu menyepi.
Nina-menjawap soalan itu. Adalah anugerah yang paling indah nanti, insyaAllah.
Yus-kak lela akan cuba usahakan.
Yang ada keliling saya hanya orang lelaki. Father-in-law, Otto dan Si bujang Tomo, apa lagi...keluarlah segala kemanjaan yang sudah lama terlaci.
Betul, kerja rumah ini sudah kurang. Seharusnya saya meluangkan masa, kerapkan menulis and mengemas kini catatan blog ini tapi apakan daya...jasad ini sudah terpelesong (ejaan?) ke tempat lain.
Itulah tajuk "perasan sibuk"!
Lagi sekali mohon maaf, saya tidak balas komen di kotak komen yang kenalan tinggalkan. Betulah saya ini, lalai sangat. Janganlah marahkan saya.
Ini sekali jalan saya komen, bolehlah ye?
Kalau tak terima, maki hamunlah saya. Saya rela sebab memang salah saya.
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Ummi-saya faham kerinduan kamu itu tapi jangan terbawa sangat ye.
AZ Haida-saya baru baca entri terbaru kamu, kesian saya. Apakan daya kamu masih berpangkat ibu muda.
Zareda-yang ini baru dapat pangkat baru, terrer semacam nak jadi Major Minah Rempit.
mimi-kamu jemput saya datang JB, baiknya hati walaupun kita tak kenal lagi, ahaks.
MBA- ini lapuran terbaru. JICA OKinawa tidak ada orang Malaysia lagi, nyilek!
Lina-masihkah mengumpul anak-anak, bapa-bapa Urutoraman?
Umeboshi-sekarang orang sini tengah buat jeruk ume, yum yummy, dapat yang manis dengan honey. Boleh makan setempayan.
Wan a rafar- Jangan kecil hati dengan teguran saya. Saya niat untuk menunjukkan yang terbaik.
alinlai- kurangkan makan itu, jangan pula 9 bulan nanti naik sampai 25 kilo!
Noha comel-lamanya kamu menyepi.
Nina-menjawap soalan itu. Adalah anugerah yang paling indah nanti, insyaAllah.
Yus-kak lela akan cuba usahakan.
Nashri-tak kenal lagi member ini, baru dia buka blog. Selamat memblog.
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Sekian, kerja orang perasaan sibuk. Maaf, Maaf.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Jero-Jerome Charles White
This single is Jero's first release (Feb.2008) and by two months, the sales has reached a whooping 200,000 CD.
Untuk mendengar lagu sahaja di sini
Maksud lagu ini paling ringkas: Cinta tak tercapai bagaikan salji jatuh ke laut. (UmiYuki=tajuk lagu).
Jero' s Blog=http://blog.goo.ne.jp/jeroenka/
Jero (born Jerome Charles White, Jr. in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on September 4, 1981) is an American-born Japanese enka singer. His maternal grandmother was Japanese. He is the first black enka singer in Japanese music history.
Jero majored in information science at University of Pittsburgh and graduated in 2003, and moved to Japan in the same year. Two months after arriving in Japan, he entered the NHK Nodo Jiman competition broadcast on TV.
His first single, Umiyuki (海雪, Umiyuki-literally Ocean Snow), was released in Japan on February 20, 2008. It entered the Oricon charts at number 4.
African-American people and their cultures are extremely popular among young Japanese, so many are hoping that he will be able to spark interest in enka in the younger generation.
He held a concert on February 20, 2008 in Shibuya, a popular hangout for young people.
Ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jero
Friday, April 18, 2008
Kebun
Tumbuhan ini kita makan sebelum ianya berbunga. Apabila sudah berbunga, bak kata kak tipah, bagaikan nasi sudah jadi bubur. Bila nasi sudah jadi bubur, boleh juga kita makan buburnya tapi dalam hal bunga ini, sudah tak boleh makan lagi segalanya.
Lainlah kalau ada orang yang ingin buat salad atau kerabu dari bunganya.
Apa agaknya tumbuhan ini?
Dan kita makan ianya di bahagian mana sebelum ia berbunga begini.
Gambar dari http://my.thanhsiang.org/klintiendharm/sumber/flora_my/ulam/0-ulam.htm
Ini pohon Ulam Raja.
Ulam raja ialah tumbuhan yang sama jenis dengan bunga cosmos. Sila bandingkan bunga gambar di atas dengan bunga Ulam Raja ini.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Cell phone novelist
Her pen name is Rin, short and simple. At 21, her hard cover novel has sold for 400,000 copies. The 5th best sellers in Japan for 2007.
She wrote her best sellers over a 6-month stretch, in between trains while going to and fro her part-time job.
She is a newbreed cell phone writer. After working her fingers on the buttons, she upload her writing to her blogs, where she has readers waiting everyday.
The blog monitor readers reaction and stats. Immediately she finished the novel,
publisher snapped up and a hard cover of 142-page were on sale.
This becomes the 5 top best sellers for 2007.
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The cellphone novel was born in 2000 after a home-page-making Web site, Maho no i-rando, realized that many users were writing novels on their blogs; it tinkered with its software to allow users to upload works in progress and readers to comment, creating the serialized cellphone novel. But the number of users uploading novels began booming only two to three years ago, and the number of novels listed on the site reached one million last month, according to Maho no i-rando.
Indeed, many cellphone novelists had never written fiction before, and many of their readers had never read novels before, according to publishers.****The New York Times
Read more here:
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Nejiribana
Orang Jepun namakan bunga ini sebagai nejiribana(hana) atau bunga nejiri.
Nejiri bermaksud putar/berputar/putaran atau twist.
Perhatikan putaran bunga ini. Saya rasa bunga ini tidak ada di tempat tropikal.
Dalam memilih kata musim atau kata alam mengikut musim, apabila mengilhamkan satu haiku, penulisnya harus mengkaji berbagai aspek perkataan tersebut.
Contoh, untuk menggunakan perkataan cengkerik. Penulis harus tahu peribadi atau character sang cengkerik atau jengkerik seperti lagunya, bentuk, warna dll.
Inilah proses pembelajaran haiku. Bukan haiku hanya haiku sahaja.
Setiap penulis haiku harus tahu latar belakang pada kata musim atau unsur alam yang digunakan dalam karya.
Baiklah, kita teruskan topik nejiribana tadi, cewah macam pensyarah biologi di dewan syarahan-tak salah berangan!
Nejiribana atau bunga putar-putar (saya mulakan istilah ini-DBP kata tak hidup di Msia hatta tak ada istilah bahasa melayu-classic excuse), ialah sejenis spesis rumput atau lalang. Samalah padi, padi juga sejenis rumput atau lalang.
Bunga putar-putar ini berputar macam bentuk tangga di belakang kedai kopi bertingkat tiga atau empat di Johor Bahru.
Spiral staircase atau tangga berputar.
Warnanya ummu lembut, bunganya halus dan tidak ada bau.
Ianya berputar-putar sampai kering, mungkin ia boleh berputar setakat 10 inci, sikit lebih kurang.
Dalam menggunakan bunga ini dalam karya haiku, kita boleh ambil metaforanya sebagai berusaha sampai ke atas, berputar menewaskan masalah, berputar untuk menyenangkan orang lain, pengorbanan, yakin dalam hidup sampai ke tahap tinggi. Itulah gambaran metafora bunga ini.
Jika ilham berhaiku tercetus setelah membaca entri ini, silakan tulis, kita kongsi.
Jika cantik dalam segala syarat-syarat haiku, saya hantarkan sedikit cenderahati. Boleh?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
What's in my head?
Have you tried translating 3 languages at the same time, at the same sitting, at the same breath?
Not just normal everyday words but words full of flowers, overflowing water, crispy clears rivers. Those sort, if you know what I mean...
This is what happened....
My husband is saying something but I am not listening. But I have to pretend, so suddenly I said...
...at last you managed the snow mountain!!!
Oooopppps!
Now, where did that come from?
He asked back, what are you talking about? What snow mountain?
I don't know where that come from *sigh*
Then, going deep in your thoughts, nothing can knock you out.
Suddenly from my son leaving the house...assalamualaikum...
out come from my mouth...Nihon no Roshodom, as a reply to that!
What mommy?
Dinner tonight, this question popped up (as usual not listening) while I was in mid-sentence...
I answered...You can eat the pelangi kembar on the table!
Oh, pelangi kembar...something new in my head (roll eyes)
I need my space...give me some space...in my head!
Not just normal everyday words but words full of flowers, overflowing water, crispy clears rivers. Those sort, if you know what I mean...
This is what happened....
My husband is saying something but I am not listening. But I have to pretend, so suddenly I said...
...at last you managed the snow mountain!!!
Oooopppps!
Now, where did that come from?
He asked back, what are you talking about? What snow mountain?
I don't know where that come from *sigh*
Then, going deep in your thoughts, nothing can knock you out.
Suddenly from my son leaving the house...assalamualaikum...
out come from my mouth...Nihon no Roshodom, as a reply to that!
What mommy?
Dinner tonight, this question popped up (as usual not listening) while I was in mid-sentence...
I answered...You can eat the pelangi kembar on the table!
Oh, pelangi kembar...something new in my head (roll eyes)
I need my space...give me some space...in my head!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Mingguan Wasilah Oleh Darma Mohammad
Paparan artikel yang berkaitan seperti yang beikut:Mingguan Wasilah
2-8 Mac 2008 / Sastera / oleh DARMA MOHAMMAD
"Haiku" yang menyegarkan
Peminat sastera Melayu sekian lama tertunggu-tunggu penerbitan antologi Haiku sepenuhnya yang ditulis oleh penulis Melayu di dalam bahasa Melayu. Sebelum ini pembaca pernah membaca haiku dalam benttuk antologi seperti buku "Sepanjang Jalan" kumpulan haiku oleh penulis Brunei Mas Malinja.
Haiku berakar dari sejarah puisi Jepun yang lama. Dengan bentuk yang khusus 3 baris dengan sukukata 5-7-5 itu, membuatkan haiku ini sangat unik. Ini bererti baris 1 mempunyai 5 sukukata, baris 2 mempunyai 7 sukukata dan baris 3 mempunyai 5 sukukata. Menulisnya memerlukan kemahiran yang tersendiri dengan menggunakan imej-imej alam yang menarik.
Buku yang dimaksudkan di sini ialah "Antologi Haiku 2006" yang diterbitkan oleh Abdullah Abdul Rahman atau lebih dikenali sebagai TabirAlam pada tahun 2007. TabirAlam sendiri menulis haiku di dalam buku ini. Antologi ini disusun oleh Lelahiro (Hajah Halela bt Haji Abdul Razak, yang bermastautin di Okinawa, Jepun) yang turut menyumbangkan haiku. Seorang lagi penulis haiku yang memberi sumbangan ialah Dipinggiran (nama bagi Rusmimi Musa) yang menetap di Putrajaya.
Membaca haiku menimbulkan semacam keindahan melalui bahasanya yang padat, jumlah kata yang terkawal dan cerita atau persoalan kehidupan sehari-hari. Haiku pastinya banyak meneroka pengalaman dan perasaan penulisnya yang berbagai ragam. Ada semacam sihir yang menyimpulkan idea haiku di dalam baris akhirnya.
Lihat bagai mana Lelahiro menulis: "pulau bergegar / mata taufan menghirup / tenaga alam".
Atau Dipinggiran menulis: "di persimpangan / gelap mencari jalan / sengat si jengking".
Begini pula pula tulis TabirAlam: "hujan tengkujuh / gunung yang kian lembut / tidak berjumpa".
Ada rakaman peristiwa yang terkesan di hati penulis-penulisnya. Lelahiro agak terkesan dengan suasana yang dialaminya di pulau Okinawa yang selalu terdedah dengan ribut taufan.
Manakala Dipinggiran berdepan dengan dilema kehidupan yang cukup mencengkam sehingga terpaksa mengalami keperitan hidup.
TabirAlam pula musim tengkujuh mendatangkan gejala lain yang mengharukan.
Haiku menuntut ketajaman akal pembaca. Melalui tiga baris yang padat itulah haiku menyampaikan pengalaman atau perasaan penulisnya. Biasanya unsur alam menjadi unsur yang dominan di dalam penulisan haiku. Suka duka kehidupan dapat diterapkan di dalam baris-baris haiku.
Peristiwa berkaitan dengan agama cukup digemari oleh tiga penulis di dalam antologi ini. Di sini dikemukakan tiga contoh daripada tiga penulis haiku yang terdapat di dalam antologi ini.
Tulis Lelahiro: "di masjid usang / cengkerik pun getar / solat sendiri". Dipinggiran menulis: "gelap meraba / denyut zikir dan wirid / semut meniti". Manakala TabirAlam mengungkapkan, "Qiamullai / khalwat mencari waktu / tujuh anggota".
Terdapat lagi untaian haiku yang berunsur agama di dalam antologi ini. Peristiwa yang dialami atau direnung oleh penulis diolah dengan bahasa yang indah. Pembaca akan terpikat kerana kepadatannya. Tidak ada masa untuk penulis haiku untuk bertele-tele dengan penceritaannya, atau memanjang-memanjangkan kata kerana haiku amat terikat dengan skema sukukata yang ketat.
Bagaimana pun mengikut Hajah Halela, "Terdapat lebih kelonggaran dalam persembahan haiku moden dari segi kebebasan pengiraan sukukatanya. Ini bermakna terlebih atau terkurang satu atau dua sukukata tidak menjadi kesalahan dalam persembahan haiku moden".
Untaian haiku di dalam antologi ini adalah hasil karya sepanjang tahun 2005 dan 2006 yang tersiar melalui laman web Komuniti Haiku di http://www.esastera.com/. Dimaklumkan bahawa penerbitan antologi ini adalah ilham daripada Lelahiro yang merupakan ahli Persatuan Haiku Ishimine, Okinawa, Jepun tempat beliau menetap sekarang ini.
Malah Halela merupakan pengarang haiku dalam tiga bahasa iaitu bahasa Jepun, Inggeris dan pastilah bahasa Melayu. Di Jepun, Halela merupakan pengarang haiku (dalam bahasa Jepun) yang disegani. Tidak hairanlah ramai penulis haiku (di Malaysia) yang menjadikan beliau sebagai guru haiku.
Pengucapan haiku di dalam antologi kaya dengan imej alam (malah ini semacam kemestian dalam menulis haiku), permainan bunyi dan metafora yang menyegarkan. Haiku memerlukan metafora yang mampu mengindahkan bahasa. Idea, persoalan atau pemikiran di dalam haiku bertolak daripada kehidupan zahir dan batin. Penulis-penulis haiku di dalam antologi ini mempunyai daya persepsi yang tajam dan penguasaan bahasa yang kuat.
Adalah dicadangkan penggemar puisi yang belum terdedah dengan haiku, membaca antologi ini dengan serius. Sejumlah 150 buah haiku di dalam antologi mampu menyentuh perasaan pembaca yang berjiwa halus. Setiap halaman dihiasi dengan gambar atau pun dengan lakaran yang berseni. Semua itu memikat hati.
Haiku patut dirakyatkan juga di dalam masyarakat kita melalui penulisan dan pembacaan.
Bak kata Hajah Halela, "Haiku wa jinsei atau Haiku itu kehidupan."
Syabas kepada lelahiro, Dipinggiran dan TabirAlam yang berjaya menghasilkan untaian haiku yang menawan hati.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Pesta Buku 2008
-Gambar ihsan dari blogger sakurako-
Pesta Buku AntaraBangsa di PWTC dari Apr. 4 - Apr. 13, 2008
Buku Antologi Haiku juga ada bersama
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di booth Pustaka Yamien TR2 (2025-2026) dan
di Kedai Buku Banggol TR3 (A03-A09).
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Terima kasih pada kawan-kawan sehati yang sudi mengusahakan urusan ini.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Sinar Harian
Artikel yang kucatatkan diantara entri dalam blogspot telah mendapat perhatian seorang penulis dari akhbar tabliod Sinar Harian. Artikel itu menggambarkan buah biwa yang belum ada istilahnya dalam Bahasa Melayu. Pohon ini untuk pertama kalinya menghasilkan buah di laman depan rumah saya. Saya mengambil istilah dalam bahasa Arab untuk buah ini, buah Basmala.
Sila lihat entri ini
http://halela.blogspot.com/2008/03/bashmala.htmlsedikit maklum balas dari penulis Sinar Harian itu.
"Ruang itu dinamakan Dari Blog ke Blog dari Sinar Harian. Ia macam memberi publisiti kepada blog yang ada di alam maya.
Sinar Harian itu adalah daily paper dari KarangKraf.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Hydrangea
Photo courtesy of http://www.flowersbulbs.com/ Ada orang kata nama bunga ini Raja Deli, rasa seperti seorang Puteri bangsawan.
Ada orang panggil bunga ini Siti Zubaidah, rasa macam penyanyi nasheed dari Masir.
Ada orang namakan kembang 3-bulan, rasa macam kambing bunting.
Ada pula yang mengelarkannya sebagai bunga 7-warna, seperti pelangi bertukar-tukar ke 7 warna pelangi dalam satu kuntuman.
Ada pula yang sebut kembang bokor, saya tak undi nama ini, tak sedap!
Hydrangea nama Inggeris dan
ajisai nama Jepun.
Sebenarnya saya ingin menterjemahkan sekerat sajak Jepun, tersangkut pula dengan kerumitan mencari nama bunga ini dalam Bahasa Melayu!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Tempe basah, telur mentah
Inilah makanan saya untuk tengah hari tadi.Tempe basah dan telur mentah lumatkan dalam nasi tiga sudu besar.
Tempe itu basah atau natto sebutan Jepun. Ianya masih dalam proses fermentasi, busuk dan berlendir.
Telur itu telur ayam kahwin bukan telur keluaran karan.
Mentah dan berlendir.
Loya tekak?
Perut ini sudah mengalami proses perubahan. Makanan melayu sudah tidak dapat diterima lagi walaupun air liur mencurah ingin rasa. Akhir sekali balik Malaysia, hari pertama makan di lapangan terbang Changi, black pepper mushroom. Kena perit perut sampai 40 hari. Dah janji berjumpa dengan blogger MA di Blue Wave Hotel-JB, tak jadi jumpa. Memual-mual perut.
http://halela.blogspot.com/2008/03/maccha.html
Keputusan jawapan perasa air batu kacang yang di entri ini, saya jelaskan sekarang. Sesudah 2 minggu yang saya janjikan.
Malangnya tidak ada sesiapa yang dapat menjawab dengan tepat pada kedua-dua perasa itu.
Bukan corn dengan ubi.
Bukan caremel dengan ubi.
Bukan coklat dengan ubi.
Jawapannya:
Yang berwarna coklat itu perasa tepung kacang soya atau kinako.
Yang berwarna uggu(purple) itu perasa tepung ubi keledek unggu atau beni-imo yang hanya ditanam di pulau ini. Lain-lain kawasan di Jepun tidak ada.
Sorilah...lain kali kita cuba lain soalan ye.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Aida Mitsuo-Shiawase
Shiawase ====
Shiawase wa
itsu mo
jibun no
kokoro ga
kimeru
Aida Mitsuo
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Happiness
Happiness is always decided by our own heart
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Kebahagian
Biasanya kita yang tetapkan kebahagian sendiri
itsu mo
jibun no
kokoro ga
kimeru
Aida Mitsuo
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Happiness
Happiness is always decided by our own heart
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Kebahagian
Biasanya kita yang tetapkan kebahagian sendiri
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Copyright Translation in English and Bahasa Melayu by jahrera
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Me
Tolonglah berikan saya masa. Saya perlukan masa. Saya perlu bersendiri.
Berilah saya ruang untuk menulis, janganlah masuk dalam fikiran ini.
Tolonggg...
Berilah saya ruang untuk menulis, janganlah masuk dalam fikiran ini.
Tolonggg...
Saya ingin bersaing dengan penulis lain, rancak menulis.
Berilah saya kebebasan!
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afterthought: tidak ada kaitan dengan kawan/kenalan/pembaca/perindu di alam siber, harap maklum.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Aida Mitsuo - Issho benkyo Issho seishun
Issho benkyo Issho seishunLifetime learning Lifetime youth
Seumur pembelajaran Seumur kemudaan
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Copyright Translation in English and Bahasa Melayu by jahrera
Homeless Chugakusei
The cover of novel Hiroshi Tamura "The Homeless Junior High School Student."Comedian’s autobiography on homeless childhood becomes record bestseller
Comedian Hiroshi Tamura’s autobiographical novel “The Homeless Junior High School Student” (Wani Books) has in the only two months that have passed since its Sept. 3 release sold more than 1 million copies, the Sports Daily reported Monday.
Now 28-year-old Tamura, member of the comedy duo Kirin, saw his family break up while he was still in junior high school, forcing Tamura to in periods spend his nights in public parks. The autobiography tells frankly about hardships Tamura went through, such as having to eat cardboard to survive, according to the Sports Daily.
His autobiographical novel, “The Homeless Junior High School Student,” has become the fastest selling non-fictional book in Japan on record, and the publisher is currently looking into sending an application to Guinness World Records for fastest selling non-fictional book ever, while bids for the rights to make screen adaptations and TV-series out of the novel are flooding in.
Link: http://www.japannewsreview.com/entertainment/books/
20071113page_id=2998
I showed this book to my husband when I saw the attractive title. He remarked it is impossible for a secondary-age school boy to live as homeless in Japan. The social welfare department see to it that he should not live a homeless life.
This is an autobiographical novel, his true life.
Question is how did he end up as a homeless high school boy?
He was living in the neighbourhood children's playground, hungry all the time, eating cardbox paper and on top of that he managed to attend school everyday.
In Japan, every neighbourhood children's playground is facilitated with a small public toilet and wash basin. He used this public toilet and washed himself everyday while living in the cardboard box.
How did he end up homeless in a rich country like Japan?
This is a light review of the book.
His mother died and his father was unemployed due to the re-structuring economic trend during the early 1980's.
His father left them, his brother studying in the university, his sister in high school and him.
One day, they have to vacate their house due to unpaid rent. The brother and sister decided to stay at a temple but he told them he wanted to stay at some friend's house. But he ended up at the playground secretly.
Imagine a boy who had warm meals home-cooked and home-served everyday, imagine a boy who has clean clothes laid out for him every morning. Imagine how he managed his life while sleeping in the public playground.
His homeless plight for one month was known and they were put in the government's children home. He becomes a well-known television comedian now. Lately, there was some rumours that he found his father but that is another story.
Within two months of release, the novel sale jumped into the one million mark!
The fastest best-sellers ever!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Mitsuo Aida: Honki
Honki
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Nan de mo ii kara sa
honki de yatte goran
honki de yareba
tanoshii kara
honki de yareba
tsukarenai kara
tsukare demo
tsukare ga
sawayaka dakara
Aida Mitsuo
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Sungguh
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apa-apa pun tak kisahlah
cubalah buat dengan bersungguh
jika dibuat bersungguh
rasa seronok
jika dibuat bersungguh
tak rasa letih
jika letih
keletihan itu
menyegarkan
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Earnest
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whatever it may be
try to do in earnest
if done earnestly
it becomes fun
if done earnestly
there is no exhaustion
even if exhausted
the exhaustion is
refreshingly good.
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Copyright Translation in English and Bahasa Melayu by jahrera
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Bashmala
Kenal tak buah Bashmala?
Mungkin banyak orang melayu pernah makan tapi masih tak tau panggilan nama buah ini.
Yang masalahnya, apa namanya buah ini dalam Bahasa Melayu, yang amat dibanggakan oleh orang Melayu (banggakah orang Melayu dengan Bahasa Melayu? - soalan ini bukan menghina, memandangkan banyak orang Melayu yang speaking-spangking).
Tak kisahlah saya orang tak cakap bahasa Melayu tapi kadang-kadang istilah-istilah bahasa Melayu belum ada lagi dalam kamus ternama seperti kamus DBP.
Ambil contoh buah ini, apa namanya dalam Bahasa Melayu?
Namanya ada dalam bahasa Portuguese, Croation, Italian, Hungarian, Spanish, Catalan, French, Hebrew, Lebanese, Greek dan Turkish. Tapi bahasa Melayu apa?
Orang Armenian menamakan buah ini dengan nama sungguh manis bunyinya, Nor Ashkhar, dan orang Arab menggunakan nama Bashmala. Jadi saya fikir dalam semua-semua nama, baiklah saya pilih nama arab pada panggilan buah ini, buah Bashmala. Terbayang pula gadis ayu dari Mekah dengan lirik mata yang jernih dan bulat.
Sebenarnya orang Cina Cantonese memanggilnya buah low Gwat atau pipa sebab buah ini berbentuk seperti gitar Cina.
Orang Jepun juga menamakannya mengikut gitar seakan-akan yang ditiru dari Cina, gitar Biwa.
Jadi buah ini orang Jepun panggil buah Biwa.
Orang Hindi mengikut panggilan orang Cina, low qwat menjadi lokaat.
Kalau ikut nama antarabangsa buah ini, ia terkenal sekarang dengan nama loquat.
Tapi nama Bahasa Melayu saya tidak tahu *sigh*
E-bonda pagi Jumaat yang nyaman hari ini meleret panjang hanya kerana tidak tahu nama buah Bashmala!
Itulah perangai e-bonda, perkara yang kecil begini boleh jadi tekanan, sabar ye e-bonda.
Saya hanya ingin catatkan yang buah bashmala ini pertama kali berbuah di halaman depan rumah saya pada tahun ini, bulan ini, hari ini, pagi ini (now you know precisely the meaning of "meleret"!).
Orang Jepun pangkatkan situasi ini sebagai hatsu biwa atau biwa pertama.
Manis, masyaAllah.
nota rujuk: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loquat
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