Aku tau kenapa aku kena chronicle my weekends.
We were in Bidor. We were parked at the side of the road. Kamil and his mom were buying pulasan. Me and the kiddies and Kamil’s dad were waiting inside the car.
While waiting I told my children, “I am expecting a karangan of what we do today, as usual. So please tengok keliling and observe the place. You have to learn to make your karangan longer and more interesting…”
“Tengok kat luar tu, what do you see ?”
“A rusty car…” Answered Abang.
“Exactly, so you can put that in your karangan, ‘While waiting for my grandma buy pulasan, we saw a rusty car lying by the road. Hmmm…. I wonder, what had happened to it to be left alone like that, far away from his family …’. Macam tu lah baru orang boleh bangun dari tidoq… Ini tak habis-habis ‘I went to a kenduri. I ate nasi with ayam goreng. And then we went home....’...”
And then, I could hear my FATHER’s voice saying, “Sambil baca pun orang boleh tidur….” while I repeated what he said, and I saw him slumped on his chair, pura-pura tidur, MY karangan paper flapping from the wind in his hand. But I restrained from emulating my father. Malu Pak Mentua aku ada dalam kereta.
Ah yeah, the classic “I am so like my dad/mom” situation where as you speak, you realized how much you sounded like your parents.
When I was small, urrghh….we kids had to the same. Most outings must be paid with a karangan afterwards. I remember going to Kamil’s parents’ 50th birthday party. My baby brother Ijat wrote, “There was cake for Mr. Os (not Os le mangkuk, 50… baca terbalik….) and there was Coke….” or something of that effect. Ijat was like 7. Ha ha…
I so love my daddy and I so wanted to please him so I always tried to impress him. My stories got more elaborate as time went by under his encouragements. And when my siblings started ignoring his orders, I was the only one who remained faithful, obediently submitting my writings.
So that is why, now I know, why I needed to chronicle my weekends. Practise does make perfect and eventhough there was like, I dunno, 15-20 years hiatus (I have only started my blog like 3 years ago), it was just like riding a bike, something that you would always know no matter how long ago you stopped.
And now, I am continuing the tradition.
Errr…. is this good or bad ?
We were in Bidor. We were parked at the side of the road. Kamil and his mom were buying pulasan. Me and the kiddies and Kamil’s dad were waiting inside the car.
While waiting I told my children, “I am expecting a karangan of what we do today, as usual. So please tengok keliling and observe the place. You have to learn to make your karangan longer and more interesting…”
“Tengok kat luar tu, what do you see ?”
“A rusty car…” Answered Abang.
“Exactly, so you can put that in your karangan, ‘While waiting for my grandma buy pulasan, we saw a rusty car lying by the road. Hmmm…. I wonder, what had happened to it to be left alone like that, far away from his family …’. Macam tu lah baru orang boleh bangun dari tidoq… Ini tak habis-habis ‘I went to a kenduri. I ate nasi with ayam goreng. And then we went home....’...”
And then, I could hear my FATHER’s voice saying, “Sambil baca pun orang boleh tidur….” while I repeated what he said, and I saw him slumped on his chair, pura-pura tidur, MY karangan paper flapping from the wind in his hand. But I restrained from emulating my father. Malu Pak Mentua aku ada dalam kereta.
Ah yeah, the classic “I am so like my dad/mom” situation where as you speak, you realized how much you sounded like your parents.
When I was small, urrghh….we kids had to the same. Most outings must be paid with a karangan afterwards. I remember going to Kamil’s parents’ 50th birthday party. My baby brother Ijat wrote, “There was cake for Mr. Os (not Os le mangkuk, 50… baca terbalik….) and there was Coke….” or something of that effect. Ijat was like 7. Ha ha…
I so love my daddy and I so wanted to please him so I always tried to impress him. My stories got more elaborate as time went by under his encouragements. And when my siblings started ignoring his orders, I was the only one who remained faithful, obediently submitting my writings.
So that is why, now I know, why I needed to chronicle my weekends. Practise does make perfect and eventhough there was like, I dunno, 15-20 years hiatus (I have only started my blog like 3 years ago), it was just like riding a bike, something that you would always know no matter how long ago you stopped.
And now, I am continuing the tradition.
Errr…. is this good or bad ?
14 comments:
Good what, at least aku ada ubat for my frequent Monday Blues..
Andddd Mr Os wakakakakakkkaaa, Aku adalah peminat Ijat mulai hari ini, kem salam kat dia ok
Kalau hang tengok dia terus tak jadi minat, kuruih cengdekiang...
Salam. I think it's GOOD (maybe not so good to the childrenlah kan?).
I ingat masa kecik2 dulu bila my Mak suruh tulis surat kat my sisters (depa kat kl/oseas) just to thank them cos depa kasi bday kad or duit... all I could write was the usual ..Apa kabar? Harap sihat walafiat. Then as I become bijaklaksana sket (sket aje), terus gebang tak ingat dunia. My blog tu, kalau nak ikutkan hati, memang panjang lebarlah TAPIkan nanti I plak sendiri yg penat bila time to pause n reflect (maklum makin hari makin berumur, kan?).
See? I dah buat rumah you cam rumah I. "Am sori" :-)
patutla u can write so effortlessly and update yr blog 7-8 kali seminggu...but me..err..sebulan 2 kali pun dah cukup baik..tu pun letak gambaq byk2..kasik cover line sket...hahah
yes, it does pay off myra....
i shud start with ayesha too..ni dia dok buat karangan 'i love mama' dan order itu dan ini ja...(sila lihat blog dia for explanation)
err....u suruh dak anak2 u buat karangan bm? ;P
Good! Hehe sorry menyebuk. Have been reading yr blog and enjoying it :)
Hey no wonder you write so well. You had a lot of practice.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
Somuffins.... please... I dont mind you writing long comments.... I love reading them... and I have started reading your blog too ! Ha ha... Reading your comment I teringat that you asked me about creampuffs kan ? Well, since 1 batch makes 20 pieces, then I suppose minimum you can order is 20. But I do have 2 fillings. One custard and one chocolate...
Ya... yes I should really ... ha ha... Okay, satgi I baca Ayesha punya...
Anon... thank you for reading my blog.. and please feel free to leave your comments !
Kak Puteri... rasa macam kembang kejap sebab Cikgu English puji... he he...
Dear Anon no 2... err... thank you... I hope that I will better with age... Ha ha
Hi, I'm anon No 1.. heheh.. just a lil confused.. Dan siapa n Kamil siapa? ke same person?
Hello Anon No 1... kah kah... I have made the changes *wink*
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