buzzydr

lately aku selalu dengar bebudak kecik nyanyi lagu ni especially part “apa yang penting?..kerjasama…” n kat rumah lak my sister ngan my bro in law pun dok nyanyi part ni… tp bila aku nyanyi kat fahmy die tengok aku macam aku ni alien workshop lak… hahahahaha…. tp hari ni after browse a few web site i found the lyric in malay… tp budak2 umh aku sorg pun tak tahu…..takper… guys lets hafal this song k…hehehhehe

 telefon,
telefon berbunyi,
ada haiwan dalam kesusahan!

*wonderpets wonderpets
kami datangmembantu [animal of the day] yang kesusahan
kami tak besar,
dan kami x kuat
bila bekerjasama semua jadi mudah

apa yg penting?
kerjasama!
apa yg penting?
kerjasama!

yesterday my sister, fahmy and i went to rnr sungai buluh to eat sate haji samuri… on the way home my sister said something that made me recall the harsh and difficult life that we went through when we were small… she said that it had been long time since my mom cooked for bekal before we made a trip… yup when we were small everytime we were having a long journey my mom would wake up early in the morning and cook riced with few lauk to bring with us… of course at that moment there were rnr along the highway… the only thing that we didnt have at that moment was money… u might be thinking then how could we get all the raw ingredient like rice, vegetables and fishes… dry ingredient like rice , onion and etc we took from kedai razak… y i choose the word took… becoz we went to the grocery shop and took what ever we want and sign in the buku hutang and went back home… and when my parents got their salary we would pay the debt… however we never managed to pay 100%.. for the example we owed Rm1k, my parents might pay only RM600-800 as we dont have enough… the bad thing about it was lets say u wanna buy a pack of flour that cost u RM2 u have to buy additional unnecessary thing so that the amount would reach more than RM10 becoz it was so embarassing if u had to owe something less than RM10… fish? my uncle is a fishmonger.. then if we didnt have money he would give it for free… and if we really wanna eat beef my father would owe from his friend who is a butcher… it was really pethatic when u had to owe from many people…. but sometimes we made fun with it… of coz with RM0 we could go home with hands full with food.. back to my story… so we brought bekal la kan.. then when we felt hungry we would stop at perhentian sebelah and ate our bekal…

sad story isnt it..? yup tt what we went through when we were small…. Alhamdulillah everything goes smoothly when my parents had finished paying our house, car and land installment when i was in form 2 or form 3….

hemm…. today ada marhaban kat my house… actually marhaban dah start since two days ago tp memandangkan keadaan family ni yang semuanya sakit therefore kitorang tak dapat join marhaban taman dato abd jalal… compared to other marhaban where only group women je or group men jer… bila dikatakan marhaban taman dato abd jalal… semua ahli dalam rumah akan keluar and berziarah dari satu rumah ke satu rumah..tua ke muda ke lelaki ke pompuan… 8 houses per night by 3 days dah habis dah… and bender paling kelakar… becoz nak rushing marhaban 8 rumah so kumpulan ni akan berhenti kat setiap rumah paling lama pun 15 minit… so untuk bagi signal group pompuan yang duk buat ketupat kat dapur diorang akan selawat kuat2… y i said kuat2? sebab… biasanya setiap rumah di taman dato abdul jalal di antara living room utama and second living room ada gap…. kalo tak selawat kuat2 akibatnya terpecahlah group ni…

dan malam tadi, aku dapat berjumpa my old friend nurbaiti binti musa… she is my old friend… aku, kak ain and nurbaiti(baiti) memang kamceng… tp aku ngn baiti paling kamceng… sekolah pagi satu class… sekolah petang sure dok sebelah2…. kalo petang lak kitorang mesti main sama2… tak yah kiralah berapa banyak aku kena kurung kat luar sebab balik lambat…. ingat lagi masa darjah satu, aku gi rumah baiti nak buat kerja rumah… rumah aku ngan baiti selang 3 rumah… while rumah baiti sebelah rumah kak ain… tapi hari tu ada sedara baiti datang.. memandangkan aku memang terkenal dengan sifat malu so we decided buat homework kat luar rumah… macam mn tah tgh2 buat buku aku tercampak dalam parit… abg baiti kutip buku tu while aku sah2 dah teriak balik rumah… jenuh ayah aku cari buku teks tu kat seluruh batu pahat tapi masa tu dah tengah tahun… so terpaksalah buku tu dikeringkan and dibinding… hahhaha almost one year aku terpaksa guna buku yang bertukar warna dan ketebalan tu hahhhahaha…..tp bila aku berumur 13 tahun aku masuk asrama… baiti lak, aku terputus hubungan sebab masa tu mak die kawan lain…(bapa die meninggal waktu kitorang darjah 3)… n after 11 years aku dapat jumpa die balik… kitorang dapat bual kejap jer…. dier dah bertambah tinggi n ctk n of course fashionable… after 11 years… tak sangkakan… yang paling aku kagum… nenek aku masih ingat baiti lagi…. (adakah aku lagi nyanyuk dari nenek….?)

could u remember when was ur last time playing in the rain…. my answer is…just a few minutes ago…yup beberapa minit yang lepas…. actually i saw my nephew main kat porch dapur alone pretending menyusun kasut (hmmm could a one year two month old boy susun kasut…?).. actually fahmy sengaja nak kena tempias air hujan…. so i cuddled him to front porch… and let him felt the rain… and my father saw it and asked me to let him play in the rain…. as soon as permision was given by fahmy’s mother… two cute kids…(who was the other one..?) hahahhaha started to play in the rain…. at first… fahmy a lit bit afraid and stay only a few seconds in the rain but after a few minutes he even tougher then me… even he slipped and felt down once but he still wanted to play… hmmm it was his first ecperience…. usually everytimes when it was raining he would sit at his appartment balcony and looked at the rain sadly.. but today he play happily and enjoyed it…. he laughed and laughed until all of us smiled with him…. tt my nephew…fahmy