This entry I dedicate to my brother, Mat Paih. Finally he finished his Degree in teacher thing, after God know how long wasting time, energy and money for overpriced education. Congratulation, way to go my Brother!!!!!
Knowing Mat Paih since he was a kid, nobody expect him to be a teacher. Given his history of hot blood and stuff, you can’t blame us. Go and ask anybody, at first they will say; “Mat Paih nak jadi cikgu?” But I guess he made a right decision. He seems to enjoy his life as a student and I am optimist that he will enjoy his life as a teacher. I know he will be a great teacher dan akan berbakti kepada agama, bangsa dan Negara.
After drown himself in his teacher thing, he transformed. He changed from bad temper person to another cool and calm person. Some said the devil inside him is being put to bed for good. I am sure we will never see that devil again. I hope you guys don’t be stupid enough to wake the devil up. I am not sure whether this teacher thing or silat thing or some girls that he always hides from us change him. (If there is one, thanks to you. My mother will be proud to make you her daughter in law.) Maybe the bad story about us when we were kid doesn’t really count.
For good reason, it is weird for me to hear many good stories about him from my informers. The best story was about dozen of kids surrounded him during hari raya celebration in my Grandma house because they wanted to see him performed magic tricks. Maybe right now he is the best uncle because the real great uncle is still here in Germany. I know the Hails always wish I was there.
Oh my God!!!!! My kitchen is burning. Read: I have just finished download movie and got to watch it now. My conclusion, to all ladies out there, Mat Paih is good to go. Whoever you are, you got my blessing. Tie him up, ring is pretty cheap nowadays. Remember you will not find good guy like me him any time soon or anywhere near.
My brothers will go, my cousins will go, and my friends will go. Who am I? Am I not Kelantan enough? My mother and father are Kelantanese. I was even born in Kelantan. Mat Apih was born in Sabah but he can go. To miss Kelantan’s team playing in the final again is too much to bear. This week, I didn’t even have lust to watch EPL, La Liga and CL. In my head, Kelantan enter the Final and I cannot go to Bukit Jalil. As a sign of protest, I didn’t even watch this week CL’s matches review which is important thing for me as a football fan.
How about that for a drama queen? Don’t get me wrong. I am happy because my beloved state enters the Final again. I am happy for me and everybody. The feeling is way better than Barcelona´s victory against MU in Cl Final last season. It will be even better if Kelantan win the Final. I hope so. For the haters, don’t judge me because I love my team. You should judge the wannabe who loves other’s son more than theirs.
I wish the players and supporters a very best of luck.
I woke up in the morning and cannot help but to see through out my window. I though it was fog because it was so cloudy. I put my spectacle and saw weird thing on the window. It was snow. We are still in early fall. The leaves still didn’t completely fall from the trees but it was already snowy. Kusangka hujan hingga ke petang rupanya panas ditengah hari.
This entry is for my mom who keep asking me to post it. Enjoy!!!
We just dont know what hold for us in the future. Never say it is over until it is really over. Alhamdulillah. By the way it is good to be back to this great place again. To see some familiar faces, to sleep with one eye open again, i am really excited and looking foward to continue my journey as a student man. I would say good luck and have fun (i doubt it) to myself.
If your eyes bright enough, you will find me in this old newspaper.
Akhirnya gong yang dinanti-nantikan telah tiba ke Tanah German setelah sebulan 3 minggu berlayar di lautan. Senyuman yang terukir di wajah penerima gong tersebut tidak dapat di bayangkan dengan kata-kata. Ucapan terima kasih yang tidak terhingga diucapkan tanpa henti oleh penerima kepada pengirimnya.
yang kurik itu kendi,
yang merah itu saga,
yang cantik itu budi,
yang indah itu bahasa
From Tribute to Mok Raa.
Reading this post made me think hard. So let me think first before I write something. hahahhahaha. Hope I will come up with something.
But Mok Raa will always be evergreen. She has the same look that she had 20 years ago. She is like second Mother to us, sir Faiz and Naziha especially. I remember Hj Lazim said to me that we cannot be “derhaka” to Mok Raa. That much I can tell you guys for this moment.
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She used to take care of me and Mat Apih not so long compare to Mat Paih and Naziha. I remember Cik Dah was imported to Sabah from Kelantan to nanny us. After that she became a student in Maktab Perguruan Gaya. If Mat Apih remembers he made Che Dah wear spectacle. I don’t want to go to details. Ask him for detail.
Every morning Hj Lazim/Hjh Zainab will send Mat Paih to Ayah Sue house. Mok Raa will wait at the gate and Mat Paih with his small beg will go and kiss Mok Raa hand.
Hj. Lazim used blue Fiat at that time, SA131A is the plat number. After that red Ford Telestar. Hjh Zainab used yellow Charade with small round window on the side.
Ayah Sue house was at one Perumahan in Sembulan. I remember they lived at one corner lot and after that they moved out, but in the same Perumahan. After that Kak Yah moved to the same perumahan. At the first house he had pigeons as pets. At the second house he had rabbits as pets. The family always loves cats.
When I was in standard 2 or 3, Mok Raa persuaded me and Mat Apih to fast. She promised to give us 1 ringgit per day if we complete the whole month. I accepted the offer and succeed. Mat Apih failed because he had a suspicion of appendix. But anyhow he got the money. I felt that was unfair and asked Mok Raa why Mat Apih got the money; she said “orang sakit tak buleh puasa”. At that time I always wonder where Mok Raa got the money to give to us because she didn’t work. 60 ringgit is a lot for kids like us.
I hated to break fast at Ayah Sue house because we must pray first before we eat.
I and Mat Apih always bullying Mat Paih. When Mok Raa was around she will do some physiology thing to stop us from bullying our brother. We will listen to her immediately.
Big Bully??
I remember the legendry photo of Naziha. After Kak No developed the negative, She kept telling us how she and Mok Raa made Naziha sat on the red chair.
Legendary Mek Senono??
Anyone remember Fathi anak Ustaz Sidek?
I have many memories about the Sabah era but memories about Mok Raa that is all for now. I update if something comes up. I challenge Mat Apih to write something to match mine. We will see who treasure Mok Raa the most. hahhahahaha.
*Pictures is taken from Mat Paih’s Multiply and Mat Paih took it from Cik Sue’s blog.
I always dream to live in a house that has a big garden. When fruit season comes, I will be able to pluck the fruit from the tree and eat them freshly. What I meant is in Germany not in Malaysia. In Malaysia, my village already name Kampung Dusun Durian. By the name you already can imagine, garden and fruit never been an issue.
Alhamdulillah, God always been great to me. I can live my dream. Behind my house there is a big garden. In the garden there are three apple trees. Them apples keep on falling on the ground. I rarely eat them. It is not like they are not delicious, I don’t know. Just don’t feel like eating. I guess the best fruit is not from your garden but it taste better when you buy them from somewhere. Another thing, I keep wanting to grab the fruit from my neighbour’s garden. They have a grape, pear, peaches usw. Maybe I should go ask them for a pictures of the trees. If I am lucky enough the will give me their daughter some of the fruits.
Dan (ingatlah juga), takala Tuhanmu memaklumkan: Sesungguhnya jika kamu bersyukur, pasti Kami akan menambah nikmat kepadamu, dan jika kamu mengingkari nikmatku, maka sesungguhnya azab-Ku sangat pedih.
Surah Ibrahim,ayat 7
Hahaha. Tomorrow is Nur kasih’s day. I would say this is one of the best Malaysian series ever produce for a long time. Everbody in Germany talking about this series. Even my Arab friends keep pushing me to download Nur Kasih. “Dude you are not even a Malay, so stop annoy me and be patient”
I was in Hannover last week. I met old friends like Donnie, Adib and Pesot. Half of my times there we debate about Nur Kasih’s characters. What a loser. We should asking or talking about our life, love (if we have one or plenty) or eduction ( the worse thing to discuss). Instead we talking about series character that didn’t even exist in real life. What should happen or what should not. Who is right for whom. usw.
I don’t know what really happen to me. Maybe to much German in my head so it is a reflect when you see something great about Malaysia, you will keep talking about it. Am I missing my country that much?
Should stop before Hj. Lazim scold me because disrespect this holy Ramadhan. later!!!
Time will comes when our kids will learn Silat or other cultural things from the foreigner. Just some thought for you to think about. Me? I am proud to be surrounding of this great culture although I never learn this beautiful deadly art.
Khairun Lamb and Justin Ong team up to showcase the traditional martial art Silat as part of a National Geographic documentary series on Fight Masters. The talented duo share their experiences filming the documentary in Malaysia.
Happy birthday to my nephew, Hail Afiq. You are already 3 years old but still never have a chance to meet your great uncle momok. May Allah protect and bless you.
26 ogos genap umo afiq 3 thn…… beso dah die……..
afiq mintak abah die beli kek je… kek kaler itam….. ????
choc. cake kot…….tapi afiq mintak awal sehari…..25 hb..mlm….
hahaha ingat plak tu bday die…. haih budak ni….
Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan kepada Hj. Lazim dan Hjh. Zainab, Mat Apih, Kak Atie, Mat Paih, Che No dan Mat Ajik. Tidak Lupa juga kepada semua sanak saudara di Dusun Durian dan Kadok Dalam. Semoga mendapat rahmat dan keredhaan daripada Allah S.W.T. Amin
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