Tikus Terbang

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sila2 kalau sesiapa nak baca…thehehehe

Aku fikir barangkali ada
baik aku letak nama minggu ni sebagai ‘minggu berkenal-kenalan ke dunia siber’
pasal ini minggu yang pertama aku online sejak mula sampai ke Kerteh 8 bulan
lalu. Great. If not because of this internet, malam-malam gini aku dok tenung
kipas siling bilik aku berpusing. Adalah a few malam tu menarik sikit
aktiviti….. contohnya kalau aku main ubah-ubah speed kipas tu, jadi kejap dia
slow, lain masa dia laju.

Kepada rakan-rakan UTPku
yang lain, how’s life?

If you ask me apa cerita aku siang tadi, well, colourful
gak hari-hari aku kat sini. Macam siang tadi gi kerja, ada lembu melintas.
Lepastu, petang lak…petang….hmmm…aku nampak ada lembu tengah makan rumput tepi
jalan. Lain cerita….uhmmmm…I think those should be easily enough, kot? Oh, lupa…satu
lagi harini, mungkin ada angin tiup kuat sikit kat umah tadi, so tuala Mus/
Saaim/ Pot yang sidai kat ampaian nyaris-nyaris nak jatuh. Hari yang
warna-warni macam poster ‘Ada Apa Dengan Cinta’.

‘Sophistication’ bukan
perkataan yang sesuai untuk describe life kat sini. Extremely
inappropriate…macam makan nasi guna hidung.

The best must be ‘simplicity’. Basic.
‘The essence’.

It feels good, really. Datanglah sini, rasakan pengalamannya.
(ayat lain: wei datangla sini tengok aku wei…bosan dowh kiteorang ni lone ranger
takde membe dekat-dekat Kemasik nih!) Hahaha..but seriously, rasa best gak
kadang-kadang keadaan ni bila compare dengan hustle-bustle KL.

Cuma yang aku perlu cerita,
kiteorang kat sini memang berpesta keropok. Spoilt for choice. Fridge Saaim sentiasa
penuh dengan keropok lekor (barang-barang lain yang ada: sayur campur Saaim
masak tak habis makan, oren kordial Pot yang asyik-asyik habis, dan red bean aku
yang habis ditumbuhi kulat). All I could say is aku terasa ditipu selama ni
dengan membeli kopok-kopok lekor kat tempat lain. Memang langsung tak sedap
rupanya. KL tu toksah cerita la..memanglah keropok ’cap ayam’ nye kualiti. Beli
mahal lak tu.

Hmm, speaking of ‘cap ayam’,
there’s a complaint though. Banyak orang buat keropok goreng kat sini. Of
course tujuan branding is to distinct one product to another, tapi sampai
sekarang aku masih tak dapat figure out macamana diorang terfikir nak letak
nama-nama macam ‘Keropok Udang Cap Ikan Parang’, ‘ Keropok Ikan Cap Udang ’,
dan ‘ Keropok Ikan Cap Pinggan dan Keropok’. Confusing, sampai aku end up terbeli
keropok udang bila aku nak keropok ikan, terbeli keropok ikan bila niat nak
makan keropok udang, or even worse terbeli pinggan bila nak keropok.

Takpelah, malas aku nak
cerita lagi, saje je nulis kerana dapat get in touch again with the world,
especially dengan kawan-kawan semua. Kalau ada siapa2 yang baca tulisan ni,
hello!

Some things are sooo simple that kita tak pernah pasan betapa besar efeknya pada hidup kita . Things we take for granted.

Think about it the next time you find one. i’m so perplexed, puzzled, apa yang special sangat pasal tingkap ni pada hidup kita?Bukankah tingkap cuma satu lubang pada sebuah dinding?

I was browsing through car care products at Ace Midvalley when one young Chinese fella trying to choose one car shampoo among the various options. It seemed like a matter of life and death decision for him, so I made a suggestion just to help.

‘Try Tupps,’ I recommended.‘It’s cheap plus it works pretty well, you never have to try another bloody expensive shampoo after this’.

He turned to me and said ‘Oh, but this Polyglaze is good too’. But with the look of his face, I’m pretty sure he would have wanted to say ‘What the hell??Does he know what he’s talking about??’.

He’s probably in his late 20s, and judging by his appearance as well, i reckon the guy must be driving a brand new car, perhaps in the range of Toyota Vios to Honda Jazz price. No more than that, but no less either. Plus he loved his car very much, i presumed from the products he took a look at.

It means that i stereotyped him as a well paid yuppie. Fair enough.

But then i looked at my own appearance. I look like a useless lad who can only afford to ride the bus. No more, probably less. With a plain white t-shirt (got that from excess tsunami clothes aid- not kidding), shorts with paint marks everywhere, and a pair of worn out Reebok, I must be the last living creature that the guy would want to consult on car care products. He might think that his dog could give a better opinion.

So mates, make sure you have a decent cover if you’re a book. Because people will always judge a book by it’s cover. Another thing, please write here any stereotyping that you could think of. There sure be a lot.

Dengan status baru sebagai penganggur sejak 3 minggu lepas ni, tak hairanla kocek kocong je manjang (tapi perut sentiasa penuh).

So nak taknak kene la bertapa kat umah.. dan tangan tu mula capai remote control tv pasal dah tak tau nak watpe dah. Bosan. No, seriously, aku bukan fan tv. Memang jarang benar aku tengok tv sebelum ni. But It’s like the first time you arrive at Papua New Guinea (for whatsoever reasonla), alone… suddenly jumpe sorang Malaysian and instantly korang jadi best friend kat situ. Walau tah sape2 tah dia tu. It was better than not. So is the tv i’m talking here.

Nak ckp remote tv my best friend skarang? Definitely, but that was not necessarily good. Macam best friend korang kat Papua New Guinea tadi tu la..being best friend hanya pasal dia Malaysian. Dia ahli geng pecah rumah ke, ahli jawatankuasa masjid ke, belakang kira.Bila dah manjang abis masa tengok tv..i was so bored that i began to think that remote control is an evil friend. Perhaps one of the worst appliance invented throughout history.

It makes you feel that you’re the king. Skrin tv tu negara korang, dan cenel tv lak adalah rakyat… with the touch of a button on the remote you felt like you’re changing the world, whereas sebenarnya korang tengah tengok tv je pun. Dok dengan perut buncit sambil korek hidung, takde progress.

Menonton tv ni bukanla satu benda yang boleh dibanggakan pon. Next to doing nothing actually. I read somewhere that kita guna lebih kalori masa tido daripada menonton tv. Personally aku rasa dengan aku menonton tv skarang ni seolah2 buang air kecik dalam tandas gelap. Taktau mana hala tuju aku. And not accomplishing anything.

At this point korang may say that kita boleh gain some knowledge dengan tengok tv. I may partially say that it’s true, but another part i would say no. Pasal setakat yang aku perasan, everything on tv is oversimplified version for something. Ambik satu contoh la, dokumentari pasal engineering sebuah tunnel. A story of ten years of hard work cramped in a slot less than 60 minutes. What do you expect to get? Pergi McD untuk beli the best Nasi Beryani in town? Come on la…

Think i’ll just stop here. Ada hal sketla..nak gi cek kat HBO ade cite ape yang menarik esok..ataupon Star Movies. Apa yang jadi kat Farah dalam Manjalara esok ek? Saspennye

It could be either the worst mistake or the best choice I
made when I bought a music cassette 11 years ago in Central Market. ‘The
Beatles..20 Greatest Hits’ on the inlay card. Masa tu aku cuma sorang budak
kecik yang tau muzik Beatles macam pengetahuan seekor gagak berkenaan cara membancuh
air Milo.Taktau hapekebende…tapi I wanted to
give it a try.

Turns out that I felt the music is as good as ais kacang di
kala tengahari panas. Exactly what I wanted…and still listening to them after
11 years…walaupon takde lagu baru yang keluar. Confident to say that I know
Beatles songs like the back of my hand.

But consequently, I felt myself unconsciously detached from
the current Pop Culture. Sebelum tu, when my friends main Tamiya, I would join…people
play roller skate..i play too..it’s all the case of ‘ people do, so I should
too’. That wasn’t going to happen any longer after peristiwa beli kaset tu. Personally I don’t
know how to explain that, but I always believe that the purchase was the start
of ‘doing what I like to do’.

Therefore it carried on until today. Explains why I’m not
into football (don’t get me wrong though…watching football match is interesting..tapi
aku rase takde makna being a supporter of a team you never meet eye to
eye…wujud dalam tv je..). Dan janganla tanya aku ape2 pasal popular tv
series…Friends ke..That 70’s Show ke..tak pnah tengok langsong. Pop Culture
dari timur lak?Drama Korea, Jepun? Toksah cite kat aku la..sama je macam korang cite kat berus gigi korang.
Hampeh, langsong takde makna.

Worsened few years back bila dah masuk U nih…makinla aku
taktau ape2 pasal current Pop Culture. Dengar ape yang aku nak dengar, baca apa
yang aku nak baca. That’s it.. Don’t care that much to what people talking
about. So eventually I felt a bit left out from the crowd. Bila membe2 dah
start borak pasal siri The Apprentice waktu dinner..aku rasa participation aku
sama penting macam participation lalat yang sedang berterbangan atas makanan.
Takde input langsong yg aku boleh contribute dalam discussion tu.   

 But you know what? I can’t be bothered…sampai bila kita nak
kena hidup to follow the crowd? Because in the end..all the people that tell
you what to do..be it the fancy advertisement, the loud television, colourful
magazines, even your fashionable friends…won’t really care about you. No point
to look cool and up-to-date bila banyak duit kena belanja, doing what you don’t
actually want to do or even worse, doing the thing that finally gives you
nothing.

So live your life the way you want to. What happens around
you should be the background music to your life…not the dialogue that you speak
throughout the scene. Jangan kisah sangat apa yang orang kata..asalkan apa yang
korang buat tu betul dan korang suka. So that you won’t regret later in life,
tak dapat buat benda yang korang nak buat tapi segan2…

Recently, UTP baru bukak satu gymnasium. I’ve never been
into one before, tapi since facility ni dah kat depan mata, free of charge
lak..I guess I won’t lose anything by visiting. In fact I can gain
something.Yela, exercise..if you never know or heard that exercise is good for you…then it is reasonable
to conclude that officially you’re from another species of living creature.

So, gymnasium? Bila je aku gi situ..rase nak menggelakkan
diri sendiri je. Couldn’t help but thinking the irony behind those workouts I
and people do there.

Just take the treadmill for example. We turn on the
machine…make some settings..and run for a few miles…except we didn’t move
an inch. Naturally human runs to arrive at his destination quicker (than
walking). But nowadays I don’t really see that anymore. Even we’re late for
class…kita still berjalan…takkan nyer berlari. As if berlari kat tempat awam,
however necessary, is a taboo.

And weight training. I statically sit there…lift some
weight…up-down-up down…consume energy, torturing muscles. Nothing wrong with
that. But again, ironinya, when I encounter some stranger tengah susah-susah
angkat barang berat…very seldom I offer help. That’s pretty common, pasal even if
I’m the one yang tengah dok mengangkut tuh, takde sape stranger yang aku jumpe
nak tolong angkat pon. It’s a pity if you lift damn heavy weights…but only for your
own self benefit.

Taktau macamana nak conclude this…tapi rasa kelakar bile
orang buat sesuatu for a different reason from what our ancestors taught. I
mean, when we have the ability to run, why would we confine running only for the
purpose of burning your calories? And having so much power in our muscles, why
don’t we bother to stop our car and help some poor bloke pushing his broken cars to the
roadside?

I’m away from my routine as a student. I’m on my mid-semester
break..which probably (and correctly) means..I’m at home, in the
heart of KL.

Dan aku baru balik dari workshop, hantar my car yang
ada problem sket with the air-conditioning. Troublesome, when i need
it (the aircond) the most. Because the wheather is melting hot here,
and anyway, aku rasa we simply cannot drive in Kl without a properly
working (and sufficiently
cooling) aircond. Kenapa pulak camtu?
Kalo takde aircond pon kete bole jalan jugak ape?

Yes, but congestion is the problem my fren. I drove
in Klang once with my aircond broken. Uihh..dengan traffic jam
nye..mmgla, serious takle tahan. Standby dua botol air mineral 1
liter untuk minum. Masa tu, tak cukup dengan rasa nak pitam, siap
dengan sunburn kow2 skali.

And the problem of congestion doesn’t stop there.
Yesterday evening from the workshop, aku singgah KLCC jap
sementara tunggu kereta siap.Naik Putra from Damai. Makan,
belek2 buku kat Kinokuniya, pastu balikla. Masalahnya, time aku balik
tu memangla unmistakeably the wrong time to board on Putra LRT. Peak
hour.

Dia punya beratur, mak aih.. mengalahkan orang beratur nak
bersalam ngan PM masa jamuan hari raya.  "-_-

Unfortunately, aku part2 menunggu ni malas benar la..I know it’s
my fault picking the wrong moment to go there but let me say..I was
actually upset because I’m wasting my time ONLY to travel from one
place to another. Yeah, I realize I’m wasting my time a lot lepak
sini borak sana but this is the worst because it is without my
consent, or my willingness.Hehe.

Therefore aku terfikir,let say if myself or any
people spending average 2 hours (normally more) per day just to
travel between home and workplace..per month actually we spend at
least 44 hours (I assume 22 days of working) just for
it..which is equivalent of 2 days in time.

Those who drive to work may not have much choice, but those
travelling by public transport (macam Putra LRT yang aku naik tu) tak
rasa rugi ke tak buat apa2 sepanjang journey tu? Aku baruje
naik LRT sekejap tadi and from my observation, no one’s actually
doing something (membaca contohnya).

So that’s pretty bad to spend your two days doing
nothing but wait. Just imagine tido 44 jam consecutively kat
umah..dah boleh compete masuk Malaysia Book of Records kot.

I can conclude that I don’t favour KL lifestyle
mostly because of this congestion and waiting issues..other than
’sunk cost’ issues mcm tol, tambang bas, masuk toilet,etc.

But hey..kalo sesape yang baca ni ada cadangan untuk mengisi
masa2 menunggu tu dengan aktiviti menarik (selain membaca
buku dan berbalas SMS)..tolong bagitau aku kat sini…aku tgh takde
idea nak buat apa sementara travel dalam public transport ni~   

Yeahh..cuti sampai hari Selasa ni..4 hari. Best!! Cuti Chinese New Year..for sure KL dan tempat2 lain crippled pasal banyak kedai yang tutup. Takpela, janji sekejap lagi aku dah boleh balik rumah.

By the way, aku baru siap packing nak balik KL. Sambil2 tu tadi aku pasang cerita Ali Setan kat kom..baru download through DC++ semalam. Pada aku, storyline dia taklah menarik sangat, biasa je.. but perhaps yang buat cerita ni popular ialah the way it captured campus life. It’s so relevant and looks real. Walaupun nampak simple, namun setiap scene sebenarnya particularly defined apa yang biasanya budak2 U buat.

Lepak kat kafe, usha awek, gi berkelah, BBQ, kejar deadline assignment…you name it they have it. Relevan sampai sekarang, bukan?

Except few things yang dah berubah compared to present day..no more long distance dengan keretapi…and dah takde tulis-menulis surat. Kan sekarang semua benda main pakai SMS.

And that’s what made me think: should SMS replace letters? In some cases, maybe yes..but for others, definitely not. Kerana dengan menulis kepada seseorang ni ada satu essence yang takkan boleh ada pada SMS. Apa bendanya?

Take Raya Puasa, or even Chinese New Year ni. How many people would take the trouble posting wishing cards? Not in my case, really..and I bet not in yours too.

Pasal compose a SMS is a matter of seconds (tambah2 pulak yang men forward je)..and costs as low as 1 cent sometimes. Sampainya pulak pada si penerima? Kalau aku anta nota bunuh diri kat kawan aku pakai SMS right before aku terjun dari top of KLCC, by the time aku nak sampai tanah, kawan aku dah sempat panggil bomba, dan bomba dah tunggu kat bawah dengan trampoline. Cepat kow2 kan.

Tapi…segala advantage ni lah yang actually disadvantagenya. For me, a Selamat Hari Raya SMS is just…another SMS. Tapi sekeping kad Selamat Hari Raya even daripada kawan yang kita tiap2 hari jumpa..really meant something. I feel appreciated and remembered, even kalau dalam kad tu tak sampai 5 patah perkataan yang ditulis. It is really a symbol that penulis tu sanggup bersusah payah..because he or she cares.

Gone were the days bila pen wangi selalu diguna untuk tulis surat pada awek (yeahh~), dan rumah beautifully decorated dengan kad raya daripada sahabat-handai dan sedara-mara bila sambut Raya. Yang tinggal ialah masa untuk clear inbox bila dah penuh dengan SMS Hari Raya. Just another electronic junk.

So why not take some time to sit and write letters to your friend today. Or kalau malas, at least Hari Raya nanti pos la kad pada orang2 yang sentiasa dalam hati korang. The outcome…will surely be marvelous.

Celik-celik mata, aku terus tengok jam kat tangan aku. 3.30 petang..lewat gak nih. Peija ngan Pot nampaknya macam baru jugak bangun..so it’s a call: gotta return to office.

Kiteorang keluar dari pejabat Proton just before lunchtime..masa aku cerita ni akupon dah tak ingat apa kiteorang bertiga buat sebelum melingkar kat rumah sewa Pot. Tapi one thing for sure ialah kiteorang tengah mengular, and that particular period was a rare occasion pasal Peija pon join sama. (Ketua mengular Proton takde..biasanya dia bertindak seperti Lone Ranger tanpa Tonto- Mr Lutfi)

Peija memang malu2 kucing nak mengular…tapi whenever Encik Abdul Razak (bos kiteorg) takde, normal la kalau nampak dia tiba2 bertindak sebagai mastermind. Yang Pot pulak mengular sekiranya ada kelapangan…

Maka setelah bersiap hensem2..akupon start enjin kereta Suzuki kesayangan aku lalu kiteorang pon bergerak balik. Dalam pada itu ada perancangan untuk melencong pasal perut masing2 berkeroncong. Rancangan diluluskan dan destinasi bertukar ke Restoran XXX di Seksyen 7 Shah Alam..tak jauh dari pintu masuk UITM.

Nampaknya petang tu ramai pulak budak UITM dengan pakaian korporat (maybe haritu wajib kot) yang makan kat situ. Celah2 keramaian tu adela dua tiga orang Blacks, jual jam tangan ngan talipinggang kulit. Diorang datang from table to table, bukak briefcase berisi barang2 jualan tu and see if anyone would buy. “Maybe next time..” kiteorang bertiga reply bila ada sorang tu tunjuk barang dan tanya. So off he went.

Right after that makanan kiteorang pon sampaila dan huhh..sedapnya bila mula makan. Tambah pulak dengan dhal kat situ yang lemak2 dan pekat dan sambal yang tak pedas tak manis..makin bertambah sedapla bila matched dengan perut yang kosong. Yang si Peija siap tambah gula pasir sesudu besar atas dhal ‘for extra oomph’. Ntah pape tah.

Cuma concentration kiteorg makan roti tu tak lama bila ada orang menyapa dan dok sebelah Pot. It’s the same black guy yang tunjuk barang kat kiteorang tadi. “One watermelon juice pleazeeee..” dia order air untuk basahkan tekak. He started off conversation with the arguably most common phrase among foreigners: “ I love Malaysia…people here is very nice and kind..” dengan African accent.

It went on and on as if kiteorang ni member dia yang dah lama tak jumpa. Tah bila tah. Aku tengah syok makan masa tu so aku tak pay attention sangatla. Pot yang banyak dok melayan mamat tu…tapi adela sikit2 yang aku tangkap along the way. He told us that he’s a student, so just buat part time jual2 barang macam ni..bagusla tu kan.

Lain daripada tu takde apa sangat pon..just to make sure we didn’t go lost for words. “I like football”..”Weather here very desirable for me”..lebih kurang ayat2 macam tu la. Tapi penutup perbualan dia yang aku tak boleh lupa. Selesai je dia minum air buah dia (air minum paling mahal kat kedai tu)..dia cakap:

“Yo man..thank you very much for the drink. See you again soon…cool~” dan zuppp…tetiba je dia bergerak pantas dan terus lenyap dari pandangan. Kiteorang bertiga terkaku jap..taktau nak cakap apa…dewm

Lain kali kot bila aku sengkek2 tengah KL tu..ingat nak buat skil macam ni lah. Dear Mr. Black Guy..thanks for teaching me an essential skill in life.