Tuesday, November 27, 2012

entry bahasa melayu saya #2


Bell pepper
Lada Benggala
Tun Teja Ratna Benggala. Benggala. Aku melurutkan keningku yang tebal berkali-kali. Benggala? Lada Benggala aku tahulah. Lada yang tembam-tembam tu...Ooops. Salah perkataan. Buat masa ini aku tidak mahu menggunakan perkataan seperti itu. Buat menyakitkan hati!

Aku menilik jam di sebelah kiri lengan. 8:30 malam. Sebentar lagi rakan-rakanku akan “berjumpa” Tom Cruise. Aku boleh membayangkan bagaimana reaksi mereka selepas keluar panggung. 

Seperti perempuan normal yang lain, mereka akan membandingkan wajah Tom Cruise dalam Mission Impossible, MI2, MI3 dan yang terbaru, MI4. Memanglah kalau difikirkan logiknya akal, wajah Tom Cruise sekarang tak akan “sejambu” wajahnya di zaman kami bersekolah dulu. Kalau diikutkan, ketinggian Tom Cruise juga akan tetap sama. Apa yang penting sebenarnya adalah waktu untuk bersama rakan-rakan. Tom Cruise hanya satu medium untuk mencetuskan suasana, mengingati kenangan lama dan mencipta kenangan baru.

Bukan mudah untuk mendapatkan semua rakan-rakan berada di tempat yang sama dalam masa serentak. Dalam usia yang menginjak ke 30-an ini, kebanyakan rakan-rakanku sudah berkahwin. Kalau dibuat reunion sekalipun, kami perlu fikirkan tempat untuk kanak-kanak. Tahun ini sahaja sudah empat orang rakan-rakan aku menambah bilangan anak. Bukan yang kedua atau ketiga, malah ada yang sudah menambah ke anak yang ke-empat!

Lantas kesempatan yang diberikan oleh para suami yang sporting itulah digunakan sebaik mungkin. Bukannya selalu. Hanya sekali dalam sebulan. Itupun jika tidak ada yang sarat mengandung, dalam pantang ataupun anak menyusu badan. Kalau tidak, anak diutamakan dulu. Nasib kami baik sebab kali ini, tidak ada yang masuk dalam kategori itu.

Cuma satu kategori ditambah:
Kategori Sarat Mengandung Dengan Kerja, Berpantang Tidur dan Menyusukan Boss yang Kebudak-budakan.

Yang termasuk dalam kategori itu cuma seorang: Aku.

Lagi difikirkan, lagilah menyakitkan. Sedari tadi aku hendak menangis sebenarnya. Tetapi prinsip mengatasi segala-galanya. Aku cukup faham dengan perangai Muaz. Taktik pulang awal selepas sessi “perbincangan” tadi hanyalah untuk menyakitkan hatiku. Meskipun Muaz tahu yang aku tetap akan mendapatkan tandatangannya sebelum penetapan akhir gaji setiausaha baru itu, dia tidak akan lupa untuk menyakitkan hatiku. Analisis dan cadangan aku perlu dirombak semula – kali ini dengan mengetengahkan “bakat-bakat tersembunyi” Fira. 

Di dalam hatiku hanya berdoa, tiada siapa yang tahu tentang pertimbangan mengarut ini. Kalau tidak sudah pasti gamat pejabat ini nanti.

Sedang aku hampir menyiapkan tugasan, tiba-tiba telefonku berbunyi:

“Hai beb! Buat kerja lagi ke?” suara ceria Qairyn menyapa telinga. Aku terus tersenyum.

“Hai…Eh, bukan kau orang patut tengok Tom Cruise ke? Apa kes?” aku dengan segera melihat ke arah jam tangan. 9:00 malam. Wayang sepatutnya bermula sejam yang lalu.

Guess what? Tak jadi! Anak demam, suami outstation, bibik balik Indon…macam-macam alasanlah! At last tinggal aku je. Sekarang aku tak tahu nak buat apa dah. Bosan!” Gerutunya di hujung talian. Aku menghela nafas lega sambil tersenyum. Bukanlah aku suka rakan-rakanku tidak datang, tapi sekurang-kurangnya aku tidak menangis sendirian di dalam pejabat.

So?” Aku meniru gaya sinis Muaz siang tadi. Aku rasa Qairyn dapat merasainya.

“Eeewwww…kau jangan nak jadi macam boss kau si Muaz bodoh tu ye! Sudah. Pack your things, aku jemput kau dekat office. Kita pergi jalan-jalan cari makan,” dia mengomel tanpa henti. Omelan itulah yang meluruskan kening tebalku yang bertaut sejak Muaz pulang petang tadi.

Aku ketawa kecil. Tetikus berlari ke ikon bawah sebelah kiri, dan….shut down.

*****

“Muaz cakap macam tu dekat engkau?!” Qairyn menunjukkan wajah tegang. Aku tersenyum melihat gelagatnya. Dia memang selalu emosi apabila aku bercerita tentang Muaz. Walhal secara realitinya mereka tidak kenal antara satu sama lain. Sungguhpun begitu, reaksi Qairyn selalunya tidak disangka-sangka.

Yup!  That’s Muaz…” kataku sambil menjungkit bahu.

“Tapi…tapi…kau boleh saman dia! Pergi pejabat buruh, beb. Do something!” hidungnya kembang kempis.

Aku ketawa kuat.

“Beb! Aku tak buat lawaklah. He harassed you! Humiliated you! Dia tak gentle, beb. Lelaki budiman tak buat macam tu. Serius tak jantan!” Nada Qairyn malam ini agak berlainan.

Memang selalu dia marahkan Muaz bila aku terpaksa bekerja macam orang gila, tapi tidaklah sampai sepanjang malam dia bersuara soprano. Aku rasa fun fries McDonald’s di depan kami betul-betul digunakan untuk melampiaskan kegeramannya pada Muaz. Kumamannya betul-betul ganas!

“Kau lupa aku kerja apa, ye Q?” aku bertanya sambil tersengih nakal.

“Dia tu ular! Kau tahu tak ular? Kulit putih tapi hati hitam! Kalau ular letak sebelah dia, kau bunuh dia dulu!” Sekumpulan remaja berbangsa Afrika memandang Qairyn dengan wajah tanda tanya. Aku rasa, kalau mereka betul-betul faham Bahasa Melayu, sudah lama Qairyn ada teman sparring baru. Minta-mintalah mereka tak faham.

“Q, kau tahu tak Pak Arang sebelah kita ni dari tadi mengusha suara soprano kau tu? Cakap slow-slow sikit, boleh?”  Aku memberi amaran sambil mengetap gigi. Takut jika suara soprano aku pula kedengaran.

“Aaahhh…kalau boleh aku hantar dia orang ni semua pergi belasah Muaz, lagi bagus!” Qairyn meningkah sambil meneguk Coca Cola saiz besar. Aku tersengih. Dek terlalu marah, Qairyn lupa tentang pelan dietnya yang telah diusahkan sejak enam bulan lalu.

“Jangan sebab Muaz kau lupa diet kau…” aku mengangkat kening dan menjuihkan bibir ke arah makanan di depan kami.

Qairyn terlopong.

“Alamaaaaakkk….” Wajah kesalnya timbul.

“Cik Qairyn, awak tu nak berkahwin tiga bulan lagi. Cuba jangan lupa…” sengihku melebar apabila dia menolak fun fries itu ke tepi.

“Huuuu…macam mana ni? Habislah! Besok dah kena jogging extra tiga round. Ini semua Mu…”

“Kau berhenti marah Muaz tu. Tak guna. Nanti kau tak sedar, fun fries pula masuk mulut,” kataku sambil menggenggam tangannya.

“Tapi beb…” dia memandang wajahku geram.

“Tak berbaloi kalau kau gemuk time wedding hanya sebab marahkan Muaz. Dengar cakap aku,” aku terus menggenggam tangannya erat.

“Jantan tu dah melampau! Kau patut buat something, Ja. Kau tak buat, nanti dia akan melebih kenakan kau. Aku tahu, Ja, dia dengkikan kau. Dia yang bodoh, tapi kau je yang kena terima bala…” sayu kedengaran suara Qairyn di telingaku.

“Q, kan aku dah cakap. Kerja aku memang macam ni. Orang, kalau tak puas hati boleh mengadu ke HR. Tapi orang HR pula nak mengadu pada siapa, Q? Kalau kami bersuara, kami dilabel anti pengurusan sedangkan kami sendiri bawah pengurusan. Kalau sakit hati dengan pekerja pun tak boleh juga. Kami kena sentiasa bersedia mendengar. Hakikatnya, siapa nak dengar suara kami ni, Q?” Aku terus menggenggam tangan Qairyn.

“Sampai bila, Ja? Kau hari-hari bermalam dekat pejabat. Kalau aku tak jemput tadi, mesti kau dah tidur sana. Mana life kau, Ja? Dulu kau tak macam ni,” Aku tak boleh mengenepikan nasihat dan omelan Qairyn. Walaupun kebanyakkan masa aku berundur secara halus dari perbualan kami mengenai diriku, tetapi aku harus memberi rasa hormat kepada perasaan ambil beratnya terhadapku pada hari ini.

“Qairyn sayang…kau tahu kan, kenapa aku kerja keras? Semua bergantung pada aku sekarang. Ingat tu…” aku memegang bahunya lembut.

“Bukan sebab nak lupakan kisah lama ke, Ja? Cinta lama?” sayup suara Qairyn bertanya soalan itu
.
Aku tidak ingat sama ada soalan Qairyn aku jawab ataupun tidak.


Monday, November 26, 2012

Puisi Satu Petang #KanvasPutih

Puisi Satu Petang #KanvasPutih by cheryna_27
Puisi Satu Petang #KanvasPutih, a photo by cheryna_27 on Flickr.
#KanvasPutih

Kanvas Putih aku
Ada bunga warna ungu
Ada tulis nama aku
Ada simpan hati itu
Bukan untuk cari seteru

Kanvas Putih aku
Mata sepet bukan tak buka
Cerita sedih cerita duka
Tapi bukan menambah luka
Ubat rahsia sebalik cerita

Kanvas Putih aku
Kongsi senyum rasa gembira
Senyum kulum seribu rasa
Senyum manis umpama gula
Senyum tawar bukan tak rela
Senyum pahit bukan tak suka
Perlu selinap makna ku kata

Kanvas Putih aku
Ada kenangan untuk ingatan
Bukan makna tidak ke depan
Bukan pula hidup berangan
Tapi itu semua pelajaran
Untuk aku juga kalian
Yang baik diikut yang buruk jangan
Yang cantik diamat yang nista dilumat
Walau bukan kata hikmat

Kanvas Putih aku
Bukan tinta keramat
Bukan azimat sendat
Cuma hidang untuk yang minat
Cuma naskhah buat yang hormat
Cuma sindiran buat yang benci amat
Tapi semuanya letak di niat

Kanvas Putih aku
Untuk yang tersayang
Untuk si bayang
Untuk yang bengang
Untuk yang miang
Untuk yang mengganyang
Istimewa untuk yang mengenang

Kanvas Putih aku
Bukan sekadar berlagu Ungu
Cinta Dalam Hati dan Demi Waktu
Tapi mungkin merahnya Rasa
Warna warni Pelangi Senja
Atau jambunya Penghujung Cinta

Kanvas Putih aku
Milik Cheryna
Dia bukan mencari arjuna
Atau berkicau lagakkan nama pena
Tapi cinta Tuhan di atas sana
Dikejar direbut bagai pawana


Love,
cHiSHa cHeRyNa PiRes
writing a puisi at last!
Special Dedication to SyaraMohammad and Buku Jalanan Seremban
24112012, Lebuhraya Utara Selatan.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

betina mulut puaka

Bakal dikucup dgn gincu merah ;-) by cheryna_27


Today...

Let's talk about the old blog posts and the recent tweets in Twitter, folks...




"Zaman stadium merdeka mana ada puaka betina di stadium.. "

I dedicated this post to my parents; whom I knew in my opinion were the best people to portrait a love story in the stadium. As a Manchester United fan who got married to a Liverpool fan; they were rivals.

So they decided to channel their love towards football in the stadium and all four of us were the result of their dates. They taught us to support our own state. Our own country. 

They brought us to places where no parents would want to bring their children at that time. They dressed us with football attires. 

It has never occured to me that after 30 years of living in this world, somebody would come out with such tweet. When my parents brought us to watch football at Stadium Merdeka, little did I knew about the names being called. 

Perhaps, at that time, nobody called her names like this. 
Perhaps, the boy who tweeted this has never met my mother in Stadium Merdeka. 
Or perhaps, his own mother had never watched football like mine did. 
Perhaps, our backgrounds were different after all.


"#LelakikeStadium sebab mereka bukan kaki disco"

In this post I have illustrated how supportive my parents were towards supporting local football and Zami Mohd Noor was my favourite footballer. 

Perhaps, this person has forgotten that Zami was one of those boys who were caught because of going to disco in the era of 90s while presenting the country. He was also called, a "Disco Boy" back then. I believe that the person who tweet the statement above might have forgotten the history. Well, our media was not good in keeping archives. So, I understand where he was coming from. Even if I said that out loud, he would have said that a lady knew nothing. Nothing at all. 

Perhaps he would made fun of me, don't you think?

Perhaps he could not recalled Zami as Zami was not playing for Kuala Lumpur; but for Negeri Sembilan. Perhaps our teams were different after all. The states were different. The teams were different.

Who would have thought that I'm travelling three states a day? :)

Perhaps he have forgotten that we were in the same country; embracing the same culture, regardless the gender.


Blog post: 13 Oktober 1982 

"Mohon kepada wanita yang masih juga berani dan ingin bergomol di dalam curva supaya menghalalkan tangan ini supaya meraba anda!ultras kan!"

I dedicated this post to Ultras Malaya and did mentioned, "Ultras Malaya was born by males who, from my own perspective, believed in "greatness comes from madness". I have never mentioned female as the founders.

I have never said anything bad about them because they were good people, at least to me. Based on my experience, I have never been touched in an inappropriate manner before. In fact, I was helped when my scarf fell down or when I lost sight of my brother in a huge crowd of Malaysian fans during Singapore vs. Malaysia, where the crowd was unforgettable compared to other games).

I had also said this, "I was just one unnoticeable female in a huge crowd of males;yet I was proud."

Perhaps, the person who tweet this did not understand that there was a minority of female who could stand the smoke, the male sweat, the noise and the fear of not wearing wedges to football matches. If they have the training for more than 20 years, well, they could not be bothered about all that. 

Perhaps, he didn't know that I always had my brothers, my brothers' friends, my friends around me who would be able to protect me as long as I did nothing wrong. 

Perhaps, he did not even realised that I knew where to stand in the crowd. Definitely when my boobs were about to be protected. 

Perhaps, he just did not know that I watched football not since yesterday but since I was four (which I could remember).

Perhaps, he just didn't know me at all :)

Or perhaps, he would love to send the message to his friends who brought their girlfriends there. He could not stand the temptation of two globes called breasts.

Perhaps, he was just helpless.


"Bak kata rakan aku yg lagi satu ni,kaum hawa yg pompang citer pasal ultras ni nak jadi TWEETFAMOUS..attention seeker ler tu.nak no tel boleh"

Perhaps he just knew that type of women and he grouped all women as one :)




"berapa kali ko nak ulang wahai pompuan.aku dah boring dengan presentation ko tu.jgn cakap je,sila bagi black and white." 

I dedicated this post to all girls. This post was taken from personal experience. I have never counted the number of matches of Malaysia playing against Singapore, frankly :) 

And...this picture is showing the tickets for the match tomorrow :) 

I was sick for several days since last week and have been on MC for a while.
Forgive me for my lack of visits to your blog:) 

I woke up early this morning with only few bucks in my hand. I knew the ticket would be a bit expensive for a huge family like us but this would be our "vacation" so why not? 

So, I took the train from Seremban at 9:30 and reached Stadium Nasional Bukit Jalil around 10 am. My mission was to have this. 

Guess what folks? I cried. 

I had a runny nose, coughed like nobody's business and made an attempt to ensure that my temperature went below the level. I knew I was sick. I knew the doctor would want to see me again. But this was what I called love, folks. This was what I called passion. 

Perhaps, tweets were thoughtless.
We should just ignore them when we knew deep down who we were and what made us the person we are today.

Support Harimau Malaya!

Love,
cHiSHa cHeRyNa PiRes
writing with AFF Suzuki Cup 2012 tickets and a black t-shirt under her pillow tonight
24112012

Friday, November 23, 2012

pasal sirih junjung pun kepoh

Sirih Junjung
"You're not a good person because you like doing what's right. You are one because you do what's right even though you don't like it"

Few years ago, when I was still working two jobs in a day, I had this dream:
To love and to be loved.

Perhaps it was true that Hindi movies were made with happy ending so that the manual labours were not going to burn the cinema. They endured too much and pain and sadness in their lives until they refused to have that in a movie. A story in the film was their escape; and that escape required free mind and smiles and grins and...HOPE.

As a normal girl at the age of 20s, I have set my dreams and hope. So, I planned my wedding in my head.

This was my post back then in this beloved blog called Love is a Four Letter Word:
My family spread a huge tikar mengkuang under cherry blossom (sakura) trees. Then on top of the tikar mengkuang, there is a guy wearing white baju Melayu sitting on bantal nikah, shaking the Tok Imam's hand while vowing, "Aku terima nikahnya Chisha Cheryna Pires dengan mas kahwinnya RM200 tunai..." Then the flowers fall on everyone's laps; hiding the tears from parents' faces...

Then, there will be a fat bride (that'll be me!) in a purplish white baju kurung sitting together with the families on the tikar mengkuang. She smile broadly while the falling flowers creates extra accessories to the brides tudung as they fall on her head...hmmm...nice...

It is such a simple ceremony with lesser than 20 guests.

Simple kan?

I had never dreamed better than that. All I wanted was an outdoor wedding. Somewhere under a tree, with a little bit flowers here and there. Of course I dreamed of cherry blossom wisteria, and hydrangea just like in the Japanese anime. I was engrossed with Fruit Basket back then :)

But even when I wrote that post three years ago, I knew that there would be a reality.

When I reached 20, I told my mother that I would be finding my own partner. But she would be free to choose a partner for me (provided that she knew that there would be compatibility and chemistry). I believed that parents' blessing was everything.

When I reached 25, I discussed with my mother about my wedding plans. I had someone asking for my hand at that time, and we were confident that we could make it. So, the plan was an akad nikah, hantaran of 7 returned with 9, a wang hantaran of RM7,777.77, and 200 guests. The ceremony should take place at Masjid Negeri, Seremban which was also just in front of Seremban Lake Garden. I imagined my family picture under a tree with flower petals; even though it might not be a cherry blossom tree. 

Back then, nobody questioned about the plan of a small ceremony. In fact, they suggested for more brilliant ideas.

"Kalau kakak kahwin nanti, nak bagi telur jelah. Apple pon best. Sebiji seorang cukup," my mother immitated me. My aunties were around.

"Haaa...bagus jugak. Traditional macam tu, kan kakak," my eldest aunty told me.

"Kalau jadi, kahwin, aunty...jodoh tak tau lagi. Tapi tulah...ingat nak buat simple macam dulu-dulu, pakai tisu," I answered.

"Eh, kau biar betul kakak? Orang dah tak buat dah macam tu. Kedekut betul!" my other aunty exclaimed.

"Orang tak buat la nak buat ni. Nak buat style tradisional telur dalam tisu ikat macam gula2 or bakul tu," I smiled.

"Tapi tisu nanti koyaklah kakak," the other aunty said.

"Pakai serviette yang kotak2 ke, style English flowers tu kan cantik?" I said with a grin.

They nodded approvingly. There I was, smiling with my wedding plans.

Unfortunately, folks, things were not going according to plans. Aye, I bought my bras with him. Aye, families were happy to see us together. Aye, we were very much in love. But, Allah knew better. I would be telling you one day, about him and my crushed pelamin. But let's just say that it did not end up like a fairy tale.

Alhamdulillah, the family has been very understanding and nobody said hurful things.

"Lovely insight into your thoughts and dreams Sha...dreams are free so dream on. I will definitely do your wedding if and when you get married, insya-Allah. Now that I know what you like, I have ideas to share with you that will make your purple event beautiful. Why limit to one colour? That's old school. Do 2 or 3 even 5 shades of colours that will blend with purple. I have done tons if weddings with purple themes. But most of the time it is according to what my client wants. If you give me a free hand and let me create something unique and different for you...then I will give my best. Hehe."

I have number of aunties and neighbours and even my mother's friends to consider - so far they have been very supportive.

At the age of 30, I was ecstatic whenever friends were getting married. I took annual leave when cousins were going through their akad and made sure that they had the best ceremony ever. I never skipped a wedding, unless it was totally unavoidable. For me, a predicament did not stopped me from celebrating others.

I read about Kiera Sakura's wedding plans and it made me smile - she loved sakura. It was her wedding theme. Well, someone's dream came true even though mine crushed to ashes. I loved the way she wrote about her journey and the way she carried herself. No snobbish comments, no pessimistic vibes and narcissist statements. 

Perhaps, that was the reason why she was one of my adik sayangs in this blogging world :)

However, I was annoyed with some things that I found in Twitter:
"Kepala hantaran. Kepala hantaran tak sudah. Kepala apak hang. Nak sangat sirih junjung bagai - menjunjung adat katanya. Bazir tahu? Bazir."

It was just an engagement ceremony from what my friend told me but the engaged girl made hassle more that Diana Danielle ever did for her wedding! Well, at least Diana Danielle was cool and beautiful and I had the contradict impression towards the girl who tweet that about sirih junjung. I was told that she was pissed because it cost her RM80 to prepare sirih junjung when she could buy other things with the money. She had also proposed for 7 returned with 7 hantaran but it was rejected by the aunties.

Some aunties were difficult to handle - they complained too much. But age has taught me that your maturity and manners play the role. If they have been approached in better ways, their ideas were listened to, and you made them believed that your idea had a point, some might listened. Aye, some aunties tend to feel that they were right all the time - but if one believed in you, there was no way that your points would be defended.

Besides, I always believe that sarcasm won't resolve the issue. Especially when you can't handle the sarcastic remarks given by others :)

Besides, it would be nice to keep calm and save your mother some face, don't you think?

Takkan kita nak orang kata mak kita tak tahu jaga anak pula?
Kalau saudara kita bilang cilaka, musuh kita panggil apa pula?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

burps & giggles

Welcome to Burps & Giggles!!!

95, Jalan Sultan Yussuf, 
30000 Ipoh, Perak,
Malaysia 
Tel No : +605-242 6188 
Business Hours : 8am – 8pm, closed on Tuesdays.
e-mail : burps.giggles(at)indulgencerestaurant.com 
GPS Coordinates :4.596488,101.07733 (Estimated) 
Directions : Directly behind of Ipoh Kong Heng in old town, Ipoh.



Canele
Canele

Thanks to fellow blogger, Lady Windsor, the visit to Burps and Giggles, Ipoh was no longer a dream. At last, I got to taste the Canele! This specialty from Bordeaux, France is now available at the vintage town of Ipoh, Perak. I was ecstatic! Actually this was the last piece of Canele that they had for the day and I was very lucky to have it at 5:00 p.m on Sunday :P


Burps & Giggles
The entrance of Burps & Giggles, Ipoh Oldtown
This is the entrance of my favourite Coffee Shop so far. The nicest ever! You won't know that you were actually going to a very chic coffee shop since it was just a normal shop in between the rows of other old shops :)

Vege Pizza
Vegetarian Pizza
I opted for Vegetarian Pizza but packed it for take away since I was thinking of my brother when I ate this. It was definitely heaven:)

Coffee!!!!
Mocha, Latte & Espresso

The coffee we drank that day - guess, which one was mine?

Latte and it's not even Starbucks ;-)
Another Latte and Chocolate Cake

Aye, I felt in love with this Latte :)

Love ;-)
Decorations
Smoking Area. Love ;-)
Smoking Area or Lazy Lane

This was my favourite spot. It was raining when we reached here so we had our coffee inside. Guess what? The beautiful couple who ran this place showed us a nice spot so that we could still enjoy this place. Of course, the people here were very friendly and nice.

Frankly, there were too many things which I wanted to share with you folks. Journey to Ipoh was something to remember yet time was not on our side.

I'm going to start blogwalking soon - once things are calm here.

Take care! Miss ya!

p/s: you may want to visit my Flickr account for more pictures :)

Love,
cHiSHa cHeRyNa PiRes
writing from the vintage coffee shop called Burps and Giggles, Ipoh
20112012

Monday, November 19, 2012

tak nak makan sayur!

Lunch. by cheryna_27
Lunch., a photo by cheryna_27 on Flickr.


The only problem that I had as a child was that I loved vegetable too much.

Some children hated vegetable; they tend to use their hands or mouth or teeth and even their throat as a filter.

Do you realised that after a round of nasi goreng,mee goreng or laksa, the salad, sawi, kangkung rested peacefully at the corner of our friends' plate?

Most of them hated greens - so when it came to green vegetables, their mothers had those conditions:

1. Do not give their children vegetables at all because they knew it was not going to be eaten.

2. To choose the vegetables which were going to be fed to their children and chose only what their children liked.

3. To transform the vegetables into something else like puree, soups or whichever recipes which would not looked like a vegetable recipe.

4. To still serve the vegetables and would leave the option for the children to eat by themselves.

5. To force their children to eat the vegetables; regardless their likings, preference or even objection.

Well, at least those were the options which my mother had when she was dealing with four children - a girl and three boys. Fast food or poultry were not at luxury and there were times when my parents would chose meals that they liked too. Therefore, in most circumstances, we ate what our parents served and ate. One of my brothers had option number 4 and 5 all the time; option number 3 was when our mother was feeling hardworking. Sadly to say, we never had option number 1 and 2.

I, on the other hand, was not giving my mother any option - I had this habit of preferring vegetables in my meal; not having them made it awkward. At the end of the day, my mother chose to teach me on how to cook my vegetables so that I could cook it myself and I could prepare my vegetables on my own.

So, it was quite difficult to understand that some people tend to this when they were ordering food,

"Abang, saya nak makan Mee Goreng Sayur. Tapi jangan letak sawi dengan carrot ye!"

You could see the abang tried his level best of not to frown and your order would take a longer time to be prepared.

Or have you came across this situation?

"Alaaaa...kenapa letak sayur? Saya tak suka sayur..."

Nothing has been mentioned during the pre-order but the moment the tired waitress was serving it, you could swear that her shoulder slumped with frustration after seeing your pouty lips.

And folks...I have also came into this situation:

"Kau suka sayur kan?" And someone started to eat the brocolli and mushroom but filtered the carrots and transferred that TO YOUR PLATE INSTEAD. You got to eat carrots like Bugs Bunny afterwards!

Recently, I even saw this:
"Bukankah kau tahu kesukaan aku ialah bellacccann!!!Kenapa kau masak sayur asam tak mau campur belacan!!!"

Aye. Sometimes, your mother might gave you option number 1 until 5 and there were times when option number 5 was ultimate. But then again, it was up to you to make a dramatic gesture on it or just took it. Besides, it was your own Twitter account or blog - you got to choose what you wanted to tell the whole world.

Even though it was still hard for me to digest why some people loved to make a big fuss over small things and complained about personal things too much in a social media. Who were you trying to impress? :)

The street food at Ipoh was awesome but those which have been served at the hotel was not. I eventually chose to eat what was in the picture.

Besides, we still have the luxury to choose. How about our brothers and sisters in Gaza, folks? :)

Friday, November 16, 2012

fuckin perfect di hari jumaat

Black Coffee + Pink Mug


"Rasa cinta terhadap apa yang kita suka harus lebih menebal dari sesuatu yang kita benci.Jika tidak kita memang seorang yang bermasalah."


Fuckin' Perfect - Pink

Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.


*sigh*

I'm sorry for not being able to blogwalk for a while due to work. I'm heading North, folks. Ipoh white coffee is waiting :)

Pray for my safety, pray for the job well done. To those who are free for a meet up, please leave your message here or my Twitter - @cheryna27. I'll be working somewhere around Heritage Hotel, Ipoh :)

For now, let's pray for our brothers and sisters in Gaza and be thankful of how lucky we are. Sometimes, there are things in life which look really bad but it is not as bad as it seems. Sometimes, you see a woman singing a cursing song like Fuckin' Perfect by Pink but it is actually inspiring.

But there is a thing in life which doesn't need any description - it is as bad as it appears.

The war - there is nothing pink about it. No cute hard shape marshmallow to cover the bitterness of a dark liquid. It is not what we see in the picture that I'm showing you. 

While typing this I'm asking you a question:
Kalau semua saudara kita bilang celaka, habis musuh kita panggil apa pula?

Enjoy your weekend folks! 

Love,
cHiSHa cHeRyNa PiRes
writing from the workstation via Samsung Galaxy Note
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Thursday, November 15, 2012

andalusia dan public holiday


- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women



"Relaxlah Sha...kerja Public Holiday dapat triple pay," he said.

I smiled and shook my head,
"Employment Act 1955 cover orang yang berpendapatan kurang dari RM2000 je. Yang buat manual labour. Ataupon mereka yang bukan executive dan ke atas untuk sesetengah syarikat."

"Habis tak berbayar lah ni?" he raised his brows.

I grinned.

"Alaaaaa...kau bukan ada buat apa pun kalau cuti, Sha. Kau tu belum kahwin. Belum ada anak. Apa sangatlah yang kau risaukan. Yang kau tinggalkan pon kucing-kucing kau aje," he laughed cynically.

I laughed aloud.

"Bro...itu sebab aku tak boleh kerja weekend, public holiday ni semua. Aku sepatutnya bersidai dekat Pavilion sana, tunggu kot-kot ada yang berkenan. Barulah boleh kahwin," it was a sarcastic statement; if he could understand that.

"Kau tu dah tua, Sha. Tahap andalusia dah," he replied.

"Sebab dah tualah aku kena kahwin, bro. Nanti tak ada siapa pulak nak wariskan rumah, tanah, kereta, duit EPF dengan duit insurans ni semua, " I smiled. Aye. I continued my effort to keep a sweet face.

"Bagi je pada amal kebajikan," he drawled.

"Kalau bini kau fikir macam ni dulu, mesti dia dah tulis wasiat bagi kat amal kebajikan dulu kan? Tak payah kahwin dengan kau," I chuckled.

"Kau ni kerek sangat, Sha. Itu pasal tak ada lelaki nak kahwin dengan kau. Tengok ni, beli kain nak tengok bola pulak. Dah macam tudung Fareeda bini aku je rupanya," he laughed loudly.

"Hmmm...kau pergi game malam ni?" I asked back.

"Game apa? MU?" he asked dumbly.

"Malaysia," I answered.

"Pigi daaaahhhh...bukan boleh menang Malaysia tu! Membazir duit je!" he snorted.

"Aku kan banyak duit. Sampai nak kena wasiat kat badan amal dah duit aku ni nanti dek tak ada orang nak kat aku, " I said that softly. He kept quiet.

"Kejap...nanti aku cuba lilit scarf ni macam pashmina. Ko ada brooch?" I asked with a grin. He looked at me with murderous eyes.

"Kerek."

"Dah mulut macam joyah, aku ingat kau kongsi Fareeda tu dengan bini."

Folks,
Some people just love to sprinkle the salt on your wound. Just be patient. And smile.

Oh, by the way. I'm working today. But it doesn't matter because I just got my AFF Suzuki Cup attire (as in the picture). That will definitely make me smile the whole day. Regardless of the result yesterday, I will still support my own country.

I mean, a spinster has a sense of belonging too, you know:)

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

beruk, anak harimau dan bunny

Kopi-kopi
Our coffee at EspressoLab, The Gardens - our normal kopi-kopi session









"Sha... I need you to be in the office on Wednesday because we have recruitment drive and as you mentioned to me earlier that you and Freddie will not be applying leave together. Furthermore I believed it will be a payroll week. Please withdraw your leave on Wednesday."
-  Lady Boss

I received this message on Monday.

So, here I am folks. If this post has been scheduled and I am not blogwalking then I am currently working. The number of leave balances without taking any consideration any replacement leave is 8 days until the end of the year. For your information, I'm going nationwide every weekend starting this week - so there will be more days of work.

But as I have mentioned yesterday, I need to get that positive aura in writing. So, here we go, I'm presenting to you...the picture of our beverages at EspressoLab, The Gardens which was taken a fortnight ago. This is our spot and we love the coffee tremendously!

Well, the girls are working today as well, so I'm not going to say anything about frustration here. Their presence, in my opinion, is the best thing ever happen at work. They are my strength, my lovely sisters, my bandages whenever I'm hurt and my clowns whenever I'm sad. They are my team members and I love them. Despite anything. And our names start with Siti :)

To my lovely and beautiful girls - Siti Marhamah and Siti Najirah, happy working. Raise your beautiful eyes, form your beautiful smile and let's drink coffee again. Think of our bunny, beruk and anak rimau! Be happy because we have each other:)

Cheers! 


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

1. cilaka 2. banjingan 3. sialan

The pigeons and the car. 
“What your problem is, you're all just a raindrop. One of an endless number. If only you'd just accept it, things would be so much easier. Say it with me: I am a drop in the ocean. I am neighbour, nation, north, and nowhere. I am one among many and we all fall together. Or maybe I'm just a rat with wings and I don't know what I'm talking about.”
- Stephen Kelman, Pigeon English


Holiday. Well, I'm not going to talk about Deepavali, if that is what you are expecting. I would like to talk about the picture above.

This picture was taken when I had my breakfast with my parents. The rain was pouring down heavily in Seremban. Astro was not the first thing to look forward to.It was not at its best at all. I subscribed Seeking A Friend for The End of The World but did not managed to watch it because nobody liked Keira Knightley except for myself. Well, I have three brothers and they preferred Russell Crowe, of course:)

While I was eating my Maggie Goreng, I listened to my parents talking about the rainy days. There were several things which could not be done when it was raining. One of the most obvious activity was...
Washing the Car 

It was all sunny and dry. You washed your car. You even waxed the tyres. Suddenly, it started to drizzle - just good enough to make your car appeared unwashed?

or

Have you came across a situation when you just sent your car for a good wash and on the way back, a ripe mango fell on your car and created an orange spot?

You could guess what happened to my car in that picture. Splotches of bird droppings fell on the roof and some on the door. Worst, some fell on the windows. The colour of my car was...white.

For your information, I just washed my car prior to this day when the picture was taken :(

Should I blame the rain? Should I blame the pigeon? Or should I blame the mamak who fed the pigeons? Or should I blame the parking lot? Or my own car?

Should I blame God?

Now, my point here is very simple. Sometimes it is hard to explain why things are the way they are. Sometimes it is also hard to explain why some people are the way they are. Some people are just born annoying. Some people want to be nice but end up being nasty. Some people are just bad. Some people just hate us.

Whatever it is, there are times when we should also ask ourselves why are they hating us? Why are there too many people saying the same thing over and over? Why are there people who tweet us with vulgar words? Why are there people who think that we write crap? Why are there people who made fun of our physical appearance? Or handbag? Or bangles? Or even our butt?

Sometimes, we are the ones who ask for it. Sometimes we are the ones who seek for bad intention. Sometimes we are the ones who seek for cheap attention.

I read tweets and I read blogs. There was one blog which caught my attention. I was a follower of this blog for quite sometime. It has been years actually. Ever since it has first started, I have been the reader - with or without the comments. I saw the development - the number of followers, the post and the blogger herself.

There have been a great achievement. Personally I felt that it was good and incredible. There were changes in looks and style. There were news to be shared. There was a huge increase in the number of followers. 

Yet, one thing never changed about the blog posts:
1. This group is banjingan.
2. That person is a sialan.
3. The person over there is cilaka.

Now, I'm asking you this: 

If there are too many people who are not satisfied with you or there is a list of people that you hate and you keep hating, who is the right person to blame?

The worst part of all this is the drama. One day I am reading, "mengetap bibir menahan kesakitan", the other day I am reading "hidup ini baik-baik saja tanpa sialan seperti mereka". Oh come on! I love reading but not all books are thriller with splotches of blood or American Pie's semen splotches.

When I stopped writing this blog for a while, I told Deekuntum that I would like to have a positive aura whenever I'm writing. Stress at work, break ups or argument would only make things sour for the reader. People will comment, "Sabarlah, ragam manusia" for a post but not several posts later.

Besides, since today is a day of Deepavali, don't you think that it is better for us to leave all the drama to Padayappa? :)

Monday, November 12, 2012

textuality

Textuality - the movie
TEXTUALITY is a lighthearted look at 2 people trying to get into a relationship, who must first get OUT of the multiple relationships they were managing through their BlackBerrys before they met.

At it's heart, is a story about living, loving, and most importantly - laughing at ourselves in this crazy digital age. 

2003
"Sha...are you out of your mind?!" my friend, Wa, asked me.
 "My sanity is still here, " I tapped my right temple.

 She sighed.

"Kenapa Wa?" I asked.
"He is not your type," she said slowly.
"Sebab?"
"Sebab...dia bukan jenis yang akan buat kau capai keputusan sedrastik ini."
"Wa...jangan cepat menilai..." I plead.

"You have always liked a bad boy. Kadang-kadang itu kelemahan kau tapi ada masanya pada aku itulah kelebihan kau. Kau bukan jenis minat lelaki pemalu. Tapi sejak bila..." she stopped there.

"Aku nak cuba," I immediately interrupted. 

"Right. Bila kau tak penat dengan sms dia, e-mail dia, YM dia, kau bagitau aku, Sha," Wa smiled bitterly. 

Few minutes later, I received a message. It said, "Sayang, dah nak tidur ke?"

I sighed. His sms was like a routine.  
The same words. The same sentence. The same topic.

2006
"Hello," that voice was on the other line.
"Hola! " Aye, I sounded excited.
"Happynya suara..." he laughed.
"Of course la. Ada orang tu call kita. Kata busy? " I laughed as well.
"Memang busy pun. Call sekejap je ni. Kejap lagi nak pergi main dah."
"Main?" I asked cynically.
"Haah...nak pergi main, Cik Sha. Ada awek ramaaaaaiii sangat," he teased.
"Iyeke? Okaylah. Pergilah main, ye," I replied.
"Comel awek nama Nazri ni, Cik Sha. Gebu!" 
"Cubit-cubitlah pipi dia tu...pergi cubit ye, " I laughed. Again.

"You buat apa tu sebenarnya?" he asked seriously.
"Tak ada apa sangat. Baru sampai, dah mandi so sekarang nak tidur."
"Tu bunyi kat belakang tuuuuuu..." 
"Oh. Guns and Roses lah," I remember that I was smiling when I said that.
"Nice. Listen, I nak pergi dah main ni. Besok kita bual okay?" he asked.
"Main futsal itu memanglah okay. Tapi main yang lagi satu tu...hmmm..." 
"Main lagi satu tu lah yang best!"
"Wooiiiii...ni yang malas nak bercakap ni..." I grumbled.
"Hahaha. Dah. Sleep well. Don't miss me, aye?" the tone that I loved.
"Kirim salam awek-awek ramai you."

I heard him chuckled.

Then I heard, "Go and see your boyfriend in your dreams."

I asked, "Ada ke?"

He laughed, "Jangan lupa support team futsal dia dalam mimpi you. Bawak pompom."

I remember sleeping with a smile.

Participation - from the movie Textuality
2012

At the mamak stall.
"Woiii!!! Tu mee goreng kau dah sejuk," my friend nudged me.

I flipped the cover of my Samsung Galaxy Note over. Then I looked at her.

"Cheryna, kalau nak bercinta time lain! Makan dulu," she scolded me.

I grinned and started to munched the cold mee goreng mamak.

The truth was that I had only that time to text was not being told. I received the message three hours earlier and replied it three hours later.

At home.
"Kau cuba check sikit, dik, kakak tengah message siapa," my brother said. The other brother started to check my phone. I flipped the cover and placed the phone on my chest to prevent them from looking at it or to avoid them from taking it.

"Kawan akulah, " I told my brother.

"Message tak henti-henti. Sengih sana sini," he commented.

Then I remember my friend who scolded me at the mamak stall. I kept quiet.

The truth.
We are just friends. Nothing else. So, I am not expecting situation in 2003 or 2006. Frankly, I have no expectation. At all.

Honestly, I am a very cautious person. I am difficult in giving trust or earning one.

However, after watching the movie Textuality, somehow my perception is going back to normal. The people in the movie have rosters on their social media; they set the calendar for dates, they are particular in their in a relationship and single status....and they use messengers more than ever!

Blackberry and Apple
Whatsapp and Blackberry Messenger have never been worth it before :)

And when the girl can't expresse her words in a confrontational manner, she updates her blog.

Well, whatever shown in the movie was definitely not something that I was looking for - even if it was just a mere friendship or just an acquaintance. In my opinion, everyone should be able to express themselves in the most natural ways.

"Do you realise that the intonation of reading and the intonation use for texting might not be the same?"

When you use messenger to converse or a blog to express yourself, sometimes it is not as effective as you think. Some things need to be imagined quite hardly in order for you to really understand what the other party is trying to tell you.

Imagine reading a book or a blog without this : !@#$%^&*()_+)(&^$#@!

You're sexy
You're sexy!
You're sexy?

The words above carry some meaning, right?

Besides, do you realise that a voice is a form of memory which makes it difficult to forget a person? You remember the voice of your mother, teacher, daughter (even when they are crying) because that is part of the memory.

Otherwise, you won't recognise Najwa Latiff every time you tune on the radio :)

You see, I love books. I love blogs. But I'm not fond of social media or text messages. Why? Simple. You can't hold a person's voice in your hands but the voice is tangible in your memory. That is the reason why talking is essential even though texting look safe and guarded.

Aye. I would love a phone call once in a while. To make it and to receive it.
At least at some point, the assurance and comfort is there.


Life was much easier when Blackberry and Apple were just fruits :)


Sunday, November 11, 2012

nasi lemak si gordon ramsay

Diversity
Diversity - from my flickr

Weekend. Hmmmm...

I used to spend my weekend in the office, actually. When I was young (as if 30 is old), I had to climb the career ladder the hard way. No, I had no regret in that. Spending weekends in the office was part of the requirement to fulfil the task given. I knew that in certain circumstances, my parents were not happy when I could not joined the family outing or the wedding or which ever family activities but they have been very supportive and I was grateful for that.

Frankly, I am still the same old Sha who spends quite number of hours at work. However, things have changed. If you have built a good foundation on what you should be doing later, it would not be hell all the way. Aye, I used to say that work is exhausting but not any more. I am not going to lie to you saying that I don't have any thing to do any more (well, that is not true), but at least things are better now since the tonnes of work and the experience before built the maturity and something we called time management :)

Weekend. Hmmm...

I read somewhere mentioning that weekend is empty. I beg to differ on that. My weekend is always full. Besides the family activities, I have hobbies. These hobbies eventually will teach me something out of it and today my hobby is teaching me about....

I believe most of you know how much I love books. I have this habit of reading three to four books at one time. Aye, sometimes it gets confusing and time consuming. Nevertheless, because this is my habit for years; it seems acceptable and eventually became one of my needs. I am a firm believer of reading different books in different genres all at the same time will make me relax.  I don't have push for one story to end; I just have to go through several flows all at the same time. Some books have pictures and some not. Some are serious and some are funny. Some are realistic and some are imaginary.

So this was my chaise lounge this morning:

Gordon Ramsay's Nasi Lemak
Gordon Ramsay's Great Escape Southeast Asia

There is a show which has not been shown in Malaysia yet but it is available online. It is a video of a proud and hellish man by the name of Gordon Ramsay who came to our country and cooked nasi lemak. Being a Malaysian, I applaud him for the effort of learning.

His learning process was not easy. When he came to the country and ate his first nasi lemak, he was served with 30-40 side dishes. He had also learned about Beef Rendang (and it was a Negeri Sembilan rendang from my favourite cafe called Aunty Aini's Cafe), Chicken Kapitan, Prawn Sambal and even Roti Babi :)

He was not as perfect as everyone thought. He was not as ill-mannered as we thought.

Besides learning which coconut milk to use, he met the aunties of Malaysia whom we all knew were very talkative and fussy. He also learned about a rice cooker. It was such a fascinating experience for me because I watched the video and then bought the book and ultimately; read his book. 

But what amazed me about this whole journey that he had was when he said:

My father invited me for breakfast this morning and it was difficult to say no. I personally tried to resist nasi lemak as that was not a meal I was supposed to eat when I was battling against weight gain. But he was my father. He was the person I should spend my time with. If I came up with an excuse, it would made me ignorant of the fact that time was running out. We would never know how much time we have with our loved ones.

Sunday was not a working day any way.

Besides, what would be a better time to learn from the elderly?
Well, once in a while we should know how to listen as well, don't you think?

As I gulped my Susu Halia this morning, I listened. And I learned.
Seremban Prison history should be okay too:)

p/s: Happy birthday to fellow blogger Remy Hazza - your culinary adventure amazes me, my dear. Keep up the good work! This post is specially dedicated to you:)