Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Shot!

meet-sspian
Buka cerita sekali setahun

Quote:


"Huh, sapa yang nak bertunang? Waah!"

"Akhirnya!! Batch kita tak gersang, aku ingat dah takde harapan dah. Budak baya kita sekolah lain dah beranak pinak dah weh." -->boleh eh camni?? :p

"Apa cerita si polanah binti polan tu ha? Dia kat mana sekarang?"

"Aku dengar cerita Adib masuk Oxford, aku pun cepat2 cari dia kat friendster terus add dia!!" - Mizah -->sabo je la

"Eh ye ke? A' ah ek, aku pun takde friendster Adib!" -->aduss, giler teruk! batch kita 80 orang jeh cik kak oii. haha


with-cikgu-aida
With C.Aida in the Teachers Room

Quote:

"Asal kita still takut2 nak masuk bilik guru aa, rasa macam masa sekolah dulu pulak." - Siti

"Kalau lah ada bilik guru macam ni punya selesa, kalau aku lah cikgu, mesti aku rasa nak duduk dlm bilik guru je tak mo gi mengajar." -->patutla ko tak jadi cikgu..

"Saya sorang je single lagi cikgu, diorg ni malam tadi semua tido dengan handphone, saya sorg je tak kesah phone tu ntah hidup ke mati." - Shu

"Alah tak payah sibuk2 nak couple awal2 ni, pergi berjalan dulu, enjoy hidup single, nanti sampai jodoh kahwin la kamu. Tengok macam saya, tak couple pun, terus kahwin, haa dapat anak comel jugak!" - C.Aida -->comel lah cikgu!!

"Cikgu, asal saya tengok dekat teachers list tu ada 2 nama ustaz? Memang SSP dah ada ustaz eh? Ye lah zaman kita dulu mana ade.." -->bunyi kekecewaan je, fenomena budak sekola perempuan


posing-in-the-galeri-warisan
Mengimbau nostalgia di Galeri Warisan

Quote:

"Eh adik, boleh tolong ambilkan gambar? Tima kasih, adik form berape ye? Adik main gamelan ni ke, sejak bila SSP ada gamelan ye?" - Shu, being nice. Hehe

"Weh dia budak Sains Selangor la, ko nih!" - Tak ingat sapa

"Aiseh, sori." - Shu, tepuk dahi.

"Ct, ko jangan nak merosakkan gambar yek!" - Shera, suka ambil gambar.


**photos are copyrights of Anem's, Fadhilah Hani's and Naim's which I've violated**

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Tempat jatuh lagikan dikenang..

Went to SSP Cyberjaya on Sunday with the main intention to meet friends and teachers, also to attend the SBP Wind Orchestra Competition, though I was not a band member, only closed to become one when I was forced to by my band-member-college-sister when I was in my prime year of school. It's always gonna be for the love of sports and nothing else (well u cannot be a basketballer and a band member at the same time). Nonetheless, people who got through the 5 years of being SSP's band members amuses me, not only for the instruments they played, but their perseverance on standing the maki hamun from their fierce senior members, for some whom they eventually became alike when they became the seniors (the freak custom of boarding schools, give what u have gotten). Albeit, discipline was the main outcome for that and it is what matters most now. Tengok aja lah Anem, Ira, Baiti, Lina and fellow former band members, semuanya strict lagi berdisiplin. Hehe..

Anyway, we spent the night at Anem's apartment. Met them all at Sharifah PKNS Bangi, borak2, then headed to Anem's. It's like an annual custom to do a small gathering every year for the same group of people, exchanging news, exchanging sarcasms, reminiscing the good old school memories. That night we slept at 4 and struggled to wake up as early as we could for we had to depart before 9. Rasa macam high-spirited, though Cyberjaya was not our playground and there were less familiar faces left, at least the name is still the same. My first impression was, giler panas Cyberjaya ni, camne la diorang boleh tahan. And then I entered the main hall and thought, huh air-conditioned, for this I don't mind the humid weather outside!. Terus terkenang zaman sekolah kat KL dulu, where we would fit in the small school hall which still use kipas angin and sistem takal for curtains for the stage, and we only sat on the floor for every occasions including the assembly, sampai kaki rasa semut2 when it came to the long Monday morning big assembly. Kids nowadays should be really grateful for what they have, and I personally felt happy for them.

We were lead by 2 present students in very much familiar dark blue blazers and skirts, heh guess they still use the same prefects uniform. Shera instantly said to my face in a joking manner, "Huh prefects muka sombong, macam korang dulu." Now I know how they felt towards the dark blue students back then. I see that as a norm for survival, if I were not a prefect, I would've felt the same I guess. Anyway Shera said the same thing when one present student stood up and led the orchestra on stage for a while. I guess she really was joking. Hehe. For about an hour we sat in the hall, we were more to sibuk2 tengok kiri kanan than listening to the orchestra. We became loud at times when we saw familiar teacher passed by the aisle and silent again realizing we were over-reacting. Typical budak sekolah perempuan. As I sat there listening the orchestra, time flew 5 years back when basketballers had practice in one court and band members played instruments in the one next to it, and we became hyper for each time high notes hit. Aiseh those were the days. I said to Shera, "Nostalgia betul lah." She replied, "Tapi tak sama tempat, so tak terasa sangat." Betul jugak.

Then we went to hunt for the teachers. Miss them so, though only some still left there. Terkenang zaman sekolah dulu, when teachers posed a great influence on us. Si Iwa pulak tak habis2 tanya pasal Cikgu Wong (I remembered him as bau amil asetat, and cakap tak habis, --> "..kalau yang ini jawapannya em-?" kata Cikgu Wong. "-pat!!" jawab kami). Hehe. Met our beloved Cikgu Aida Jalal who said "Ha saya baca blog kamu" when I shook hands with her. Aisey, malu la pulak. Anyway Cikgu Aida was one of the closest teachers to our batch, and still am. She was always our cute talking physics teacher who writes the number '8' macam kucing, bak kata Mizah.

I'm always gonna remember every fun things that happened in physics lab, from changing our names to Shumedes, Cipahmedes, Sitimedes for Archimedes to Anot's attempts to draw a cat in her lab report for kanta cembung and kanta cekung topic (why on earth would u use kanta cembung to see a cat??) and also spending some times to get celah sempit and selah cempit right. We had a quick chat with Cikgu Aida, asking about what changes had there been in school. Well if u still interested in knowing, the students are not wearing tudung ikat belakang for sports anymore like we used to wear (and felt pretty in that, can u imagine how naïve we were?), lecture system has been going on where, at times, the whole batch would have a lecture given by a teacher in a brand new lecture theatre, like in the universities, and exams take place in the air-conditioned school hall where students normally have to wear sweaters for the cold hall. So not like our time where we would take off the socks during exams to ensure pure comfort for the feet to bear the heat. Technologies supposed to make your life better aight?

At noon, we were all ready to go back, for some had to run to other places.

We went home with SSP got the third place for the wind orchestra competition, and I went home with Cikgu Aida’s thoughtful notion;

“Budak sekarang dah ramai dapat A1 untuk fizik, dulu ye lah tak ramai. Nih ha budak sorang ni dulu main2 je dalam kelas fizik, tak sangka dapat A1 jugak akhirnya.”

Alhamdulillah. Terima kasih banyak2, Cikgu! U’ll always be in my prayers, inshaAllah.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

It's A Feast!

Everything's been pretty biiiiggg since I got back. Though my anak tekak been sore since I stepped my foot in, and this hidung been berlari-lari with fluid from clear to yellow green coming out (eww), and my sinus also been sore, nonetheless, a feast is a feast!

Spending my time wisely, for I don't know what's going to happen next. Got many sedara-mara to visit, and going to turun padang for some medical and non-medical oriented programmes.

For what the people has given, it's time to return the favours. For what I have not eaten, well u know where's that leading to..

Thursday, June 16, 2005

for the love of pasar malam

If one asked what's the thing that I missed most about being home when I'm in Dublin I'd prolly say, going to pasar malam with my family on Tuesdays and Saturdays.

Well honestly it's not just about the usual roti johns, or murtabaks, or about tau fu fahs or char kuey teows, it's more about going out seeing a lot of people with a lot of characteristics in dealing with a lot of food. Never in my life had this thought crossed over my head till one day my i-wanna-ask-why-in-everything-6-years-old-nephew asked,

"Kenapa orang panggil pasar ni pasar malam, Akib tengok cerah je lagi dah ada pasar ni? Kita panggil dia pasar cerah je la!"

Well, that's the truth about the straight talking head of a 6 years old boy, u gotta do what the name implies, if u don't, then something's gotta change. That was not what I was trying to say, albeit it's going to lead me to my very point, which is the good timing of this so-called pasar malam. It's in the serene evening when the day is not humid and wind's blowing at times, people coming back from work feeling too exhausted to cook, and college students see another oppoturnity to varying the usual Dewan Selera's food, kids waiting for dreams of getting colorful balloons and mainan 3-10-ringgit to be fulfilled, and the hopes and dreams of the sellers to finished their goods for the day. A glob of each plus limitation for what money could provide give me a nice view to see what people do in keeping their needs fulfilled. Don't get me started on describing what it's like during fasting month, it's a hellavu view when hunger pang drives people to keep adding the number of that orange plastic bags filled with food in their hands, well that's including me.

When I was in Terengganu, pasar malam was always about ayam goreng. Since there was no KFC at the cowboy town I lived in at that time, and mom's restriction of eating one if there's any, pasar malam was a sneak-out for ayam goreng for us, well that was if we went there by bike with friends. If not, then no ayam goreng-lah. Another food to aim was always keropok lekor. So much for living in a keropok lekor part of the country, I personally felt that I never had enough of this tasty eastern ration. Then moving west to Selangor, I know yong tau fu by name. Seriously, this is the type of food that one would not dare to prepare at home, then pasar malam is the only place to savour it. And again, mom's disapproval on this was always loud, but I guess our driving force to eat was even louder, so she had to surrender. And then came roti john, oh me, I dunno why but this is what I'll be looking for each time I go to pasar malam (Mom once told me she doesn't have heart to eat roti john when I'm in Dublin-boleh banjir woo, now u know where I got my soft heart from). And there'd always also tau fu fahs, which I was told you could buy the machine to make them from Cosway or just redeemed the coupons u have (ask Yanie for more info. hehe). Not to forget the murtabak, putu mayam, ayam percik, nasi kerabu, nasi dagang, laksa penang, mee mamak, jagung bakar, corn in cup, apam balik, pau kacang, err I should stop there. Mm just to let u know this evening I was awing in amazement when I saw 'Ais Krim Magik' at pasar malam Bdr Tun Razak my friends brought me to. It's really amazing what people could produce (or is it just me who was jakun?).

Anyway, it is undeniable that pasar malam is one of the rarities that home could provide. For me, growing with it and seeing how the trend's changing is priceless. Even Naqib loves pasar malam so much that he once said to his mommy,

"Nantikan, bila Akib dah besar, pastu Mummy ngan Daddy dah tua, kita jual *kuih deram dekat pasar malam nak? Akib tukang terap kuih tu jadi bentuk bulat-bulat, Mummy tukang goreng, Daddy tukang masukkan dalam plastik."

*kuih deram=kuih peneram

So much for the love of pasar malam.

And Along, so much for sending your only son to a good school, please tell me he has more than that in his mind OK?

^_^

Monday, June 13, 2005

'tis where the heart lies

After an hour and 15 minutes journey from Dublin to Heathrow Airport, 10 hours of doing nothing but waiting at Heathrow, 13 hours flight to Bayan Lepas Airport, an hour of transit time there, another 45 minutes flight from Penang to KLIA, I am safely in the hands of my loved ones.

For that, I consumed some spaghetti goreng we made for bekal during the long waiting at the airport, some chocolates, Shikin's daging burger, in-flight beefsteak, in-flight kacang (thanks to the stewardess who gave us a handful of kacang masin, nampak lapar kot), in-flight fish meals, in-flight MILO (giler lama tak minum MILO), 2 Paracetamols and 2 flu medications.

Reaching KLIA, there were the whole family there except Adik, Along and Abg Pik (that was including Amir too), Pah, Mira, Amali and Is.

Reaching home, on the dining table there were udang masak sambal, rendang kerang, ikan tilapia and ikan keli goreng, satay kajang Hj. Sahmuri, the same old ayam masak lomak cili padi, red watermelons, pengat pisang, uhh, mentioning is already tiring.

I saw, it's the same old lovely parents I have, didn't noticed any changes, Along the same sexy sister, Angah menggemuk sikit, same in-laws (including coming in-laws), Ola pun menggemuk jugak sikit, Adik macam biasa la tinggi macam giant, Pah, Mira, Is and Amali pun sama jugak, kecoh, but mainly lovable kecoh-lah, my two grown jewels, Naqib si gemott, been cheekily genius, eversince he's been in the English school, and Ariff, who has a slim body and the head like Angah with K.Rina's face on it, hehe.

Since I got back, I've eaten keropok lekor, red bean bread, some lychees, rambutans, mangosteens and mangoes, Nando's Hot Peri Peri Chicken Meals, 5 Paracetamols and 4 flu medications.

Well, I got sick, but it healed as soon as mom's warmth hands were laid on my temple.

'tain't better than to be home..

Nando's
Officially launching this food galore

Saturday, June 04, 2005

blogger returned: not for long


Ronaldo
Originally uploaded by Shu Hada.
I have a serious love-hate relationships with the business I'm dealing with now. My high levels of curiosity is burying me alive, I'm stuck in this hole though I kept pulling myself out. Felt sick and tired of the games people are playing, fooling others like it's no one's business.

For that matter, it did make my enthusiasms to be home heightened with times. It's gonna be a hide-away from all of these junks in my head, though running from problems has never been my style. Sometimes we ought to be out of normality to survive. Yes we do.

And for that matter, the tantalizing smell of homeland's air is what's keeping my eyes open to scan the words on the papers, yes I did mentioned the word scan. Reading is not an option when you are counting on the left-overs of time you wasted before.

And for that too, my Ronaldo sulked for my negligence over him and preference on the Cahill & Gilles Tropical Medicine. Poor honey~