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Go Bag To Basic

Go Bag 1

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This is my handbag. Manja name or code name: GO-BAG. And this is one of the main reasons why I left the Wanita Niaga Group on Facebook someone added me to. I do not use a proper handbag. I have not been using a normal handbag like many other normal women do, for many years now. Yes, I am not normal and I am far from proper. And I don’t care if I am neither normal nor proper. So when many posts on Wanita Niaga Group were of handbags, I got turned off. Not interested.

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Go Bag 2

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This RM145.00 Go-Bag I bought from a craft boutique at Plaza Mont Kiara has served me well for almost 3 years now. The Japanese lady owner of Bulan Craft Boutique told me that this is a product of Cambodia or Vietnam – I can’t remember. Or maybe it is from Myanmar or Thailand, or whatever, really. I don’t care about that either. Just like I don’t care about Coach or LV handbags because not only that those handbags are not my priority… but because they don’t have this kind of practicality.

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You see, I have very little time and a very long to-do list on a daily basis. Looking for something in an expensive handbag does not save any more of my time. So I keep it simple. And I keep it inexpensive. In along with keeping it organized. I actually like the idea of Handy Manny’s tool box. But other than that, I must mention the attention I get ‘wearing’ this Go-Bag wherever I go. I get questions and statements like…

  • “Oh, that is so cute! Is that your handbag?”
  • “Is that a hamster box?”
  • “Is there a snake in there?”
  • “Is that like a tool box or something?”
  • “That’s a great idea. It suits all occasions.”
  • “Eh mana you beli ni? Bagus lah. Senang nak cari barang.”

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But more often than not, I get the ‘eh-ya-lah-bagus-juga-bag-macam-tu’ look of surprise and admiration. So why would I care about LV or Coach bags that can hang on some people’s credit card until 2025 lah kan. JPO or non.

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Keep Bleeding, Love

  

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Luka di jari nampak berdarah, luka di hati siapa yang tahu?

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[Luka di hati kadang-kadang sendiri pun tak tahu.]

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The Sungai Sedim Tree Top Walk is a much longer story. This one is short, so it gets told first.

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The thought that I had when I realized I was bleeding from the cut (it was just from opening a Red Bull can) was… sometimes it takes time to realize we are hurting. We don’t always feel it right away. And I can’t say I was in denial, for only when there was blood all over my steering wheel that I knew what I did actually cut me.

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There were bandaids in the car, but I didn’t really feel like putting one on. I just moved along and moved on.

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I drove southbound from Kulim through Selama and its scenic palm plantations, watching cattle and rainbows along the way and set my heart with the sun in Taiping that day.

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As soon as I got there, I felt all right. Taiping embraced my heart.

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Too long without a proper entry. And banyak sangat entries sedih lately. Bak kata my late Mom, “Sedang hujan lagi kan berhenti, ini kan pulak ratap tangis.” Betul sangat. Well, I have had my moments. My sedih meratap-nasib-diri kind of moments. Which in real life, you don’t see me sedih very often. Because I pour it all out right here.

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Anyway, I have been doing not too badly, I must say. And I have been having some crazy ideas that have made me lose my sleep, appetite and weight. I am gearing up for some serious changes. And that includes a manuscript. I am gone now… waiting for the rain di bawah langit Lazuardi.

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Di bawah langit Lazuardi....

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Semuanya

Dulu saya simpan semuanya, tak nak lupa.
Sekarang saya buang semuanya, tak nak ingat.

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Kenangan.

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Questo Gennaio

Gennaio Trenta

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Eleven Thirty

Eleven thirty is eleven thirty okay!The appointment for the quarterly pest control spraying was at eleven thirty in the morning. Not at eleven. So when I was bugged at eleven zero three, you can imagine how far I was from being impressed. Eleven thirty is eleven thirty. Eleven hundred or eleven zero three is not eleven thirty. Which part of it that these pest control people do not understand?

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It was not the first time. The same bugger did the very same thing in September. Luckily the security was better then. I was called before they were allowed to come into the compound. I told the security that our appointment was at eleven thirty, not at ten forty-five. Forget it! I refused to be bugged at ten forty-five in the morning. I needed no excuse. Eleven thirty is eleven thirty, not ten forty-five. If I had wanted them to come at ten forty-five, I would not have agreed to an appointment at eleven thirty.

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So when I pestered Mr. Morgan about keeping time and how I was not impressed when they arrived almost half an hour early, he said he was just following the driver. I seriously thought he said he was just following the screwdriver.

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Yu

You buat apa tu, sayang?

Baru lepas goreng ikan.

Goreng ikan?

Ha’ah. Kita makan ikan keli hari ni okay kan?

Bukan setakat ikan keli. Malah lebih daripada tu pun I okay je makan.

Hah? Lebih daripada ikan keli, ikan apa?

Ailavyu...Ikan yu lah.

Ikan I?

Ha’ah ikan yu.

Errr… you ni buat lawak double meaning ke apa ni?

Apa pulak double meaning nya?

Mana I tau.

Betul lah ikan you. Sebab you yang rajin masak ikan, kan?

Habis, ikan I bukan ikan you jugak?

Bukan. I makan ikan you, sebab I tak ada ikan I.

I tak faham lah lawak semenanjung you ni, sayang. I kan orang Sabah.

Sabah lagi lah best. Dah lama I tak makan Sinagol Ikan Yu you tu.

Dah lah. Sejak bila I, I, you, you, ikan I, ikan you ni? Jam berapa balik?

Ini soalan memancing ikan I ke ni sayang?

Mengada lah. You lambat, I tak nak buat air asam.

Uishhh! Okay, okay! Ugutan you ni ganas macam ikan yu lah.

Baik. Kalau tak nak ganas, pergi cari sotong.

Jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng! Sayang tau lagu tema cerita JAWS kan?

Tau. Bye!

Eh, eh! Bolayan lettewww.

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