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WILAYAH SELEPAS HUJAN - revisited
Ahad, 11 Dec 2016.
Hari minggu yang lalu... Saya ke Sini...
Sudah lebih enam tahun saya tidak ke Sini...
Sebenarnya, ini perjalanan yang tidak dirancang. Sedang saya memandu bersama anak dan dua cucu... Ternampak papan tanda ke Sungai Lembing... And the rest is history... Hehe
Dan kerana tidak dirancang... Saya tidak bawa phone pun... Video dan gambar diatas diambil menggunakan phone anak saya...
Memang sedikit kecewa sebab tidak bawa phone... Lalu... Saya rancang untuk kembali semula ke sini dalam jangkamasa terdekat dengan phone yang fully charged.
Hari minggu yang lalu... Saya ke Sini...
Sudah lebih enam tahun saya tidak ke Sini...
Sebenarnya, ini perjalanan yang tidak dirancang. Sedang saya memandu bersama anak dan dua cucu... Ternampak papan tanda ke Sungai Lembing... And the rest is history... Hehe
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| Jamee, Riyadh, Dewi |
Memang sedikit kecewa sebab tidak bawa phone... Lalu... Saya rancang untuk kembali semula ke sini dalam jangkamasa terdekat dengan phone yang fully charged.
BLOODLINE... bukan sekadar penyambung warisan
Salam and good day.
Inilah cucu-cucu saya. Kanak-kanak generasi Z...atau the screen generation.
Ibubapa mereka dari generasi Y... dan nenek mereka generasi X... Lol.
Darah saya mengalir dalam tubuh mereka, dan semoga akan terus mengalir didalam tubuh anak2 serta cucu2 mereka... Dari gen Z ke gen Alpha dan seterusnya.
Kerana mereka bukan sekadar penyambung warisan.... Kerana bertahun dari sekarang...Mereka adalah bukti yang saya pernah hidup didunia ini.
Ibubapa mereka dari generasi Y... dan nenek mereka generasi X... Lol.
Darah saya mengalir dalam tubuh mereka, dan semoga akan terus mengalir didalam tubuh anak2 serta cucu2 mereka... Dari gen Z ke gen Alpha dan seterusnya.
Kerana mereka bukan sekadar penyambung warisan.... Kerana bertahun dari sekarang...Mereka adalah bukti yang saya pernah hidup didunia ini.
TANGLUNG DAN GURUH
Salam and good day. Saya suka bermain tanglung. Sewaktu kecil... Tiap kali hari raya... Kami pasang pelita dan nyalakan tanglung lalu berlari2 dengan tanglung di tangan. Hari ini saya belikan tanglung untuk cucu- cucu saya. Gembiranya mereka berjalan sambil memegang tanglung ... Walau hanya di halaman rumah. Kemudian kami gantungkan tanglung di dahan pokok... Harap-harap tidak hujan. Namun... Ada bunyi guruh....
pocong pocong...hahaha
info...ada dua majlis sebenarnya pada 29.01.2011...di tempat yang sama
pkl 3pm - majlis pertunangan lily
pkl 8pm - majlis perkahwinan ela ...
nanti ada pula yang confused bila nampak pengantin dlm video tu...hahaha
lily and her cousins....
hari ini...
happy birthday Izat.
31.03.2010
Kuantan.
Mohd Izat Iskandar Affendi - 14 years old. anak bongsu aku.
Kuantan.
Man of the house ini...
sejak lahir sudah diberi tanggungjawab menjaga aku serta dua orang kakaknya...
berat tu...
namun...yang nyata, sekarang, kami bertiga yang jaga dia...
sebab ramai kawan2 jamee dan lily yang kata dia cute...
pening aku...
siapa kata jaga anak lelaki senang?
happy birthday Jamee.
09.03.2010
Kuantan.
Najmee Nuraini Affendi - 15 years old. anak ke dua aku.
katanya...15 tahun tu maknanya dia dah besar...maklum la dah form 3....
di kalangan pelajar2 menengah rendah, form 3 la yang paling senior...
perasan sungguh budak sorang ni...
aku...MIMPI akan jadi entry tertunggak....biasa la...hehehe
DI SAAT ITU ... dec 1995
ini puisi yang saya tulis December 2008...
disaat kau sentuh pipiku aku
bangga menjadi wanita
disaat kau bersamaku
aku bangga menjadi isterimu
disaat kau tiada disisiku
aku bangga menjadi ibu kepada anak2mu
disaat tubuhmu terbaring kaku
ku rasa hatiku menjadi beku
disaat tanah menimbus tubuhmu
ku lihat impianku menjadi debu
disaat melangkah dari pusaramu
jutaan sembilu menghiris kalbuku
disaat itu
kenapa aku tidak bisa menangis...
ini puisi yang ditulis oleh Lily pada December 2007
Untuk memandang langit biru
Di dalam dakap Papaku.
Hanya Satu Pintaku
Untuk bercanda dan bersenda
Dalam pangkuan Papaku.
Tapi semua ini
Hanya sebuah mimpi
Ku selalu berharap
Kan tak pernah terbangun.
Affendi Zainal Abidin.....
deceased...Dec 1995...
senyum lah anak2 ku
jangan benarkan dunia membunuhmu
KERANA BOSAN ...
i
i
Saya bosan...so...cuba la buat something yang relatively constructive...saya kata RELATIVELY ok...so jangan nak kutuk2...hehe
1 syawal...
pagi...
di pusara...bawa anak2 saya ke pusara arwah papa mereka...
tengahari...
melawat saudara mara...setahun sekali...huhuhu
Dark ray dan kawan2nya berkunjung ke rumah saya...
tapi...sorry...no pics...
so...sekarang...
kamu2 yang lain...bila ya...
... raya ke 2...tak keluar rumah pun...
erk....
8
8
petang semalam...
aku dan jamee ke bandar.
aku memandu kereta aku...ya batmobil aku...yang pada waktu itu takde sangat rupa batmobil...sebab dah lebih kurang sebulan aku tak jenguk jejaka2 di tempat cuci kereta...
boleh dikatakan...
bahagian belakang kereta aku tu memang cuma warna debu je...
boleh buat finger painting...huhu
anyway...
sewaktu berhenti di traffic light...
ada sebuah kereta didepan kami...jenis trooper...
aku tak perasan jenama apa kereta tu,
sebab aku leka tengok nombor2 kat traffic light didepan...
oh...kereta didepan aku tu...boleh tahan juga kotornya...
bahagian belakangnya hampir semua dihias dengan lumpur
ala2 canvas untuk finger painting juga la....
tiba2 jamee...sambil senyum2 bertanya pada aku...
jamee: mama....
aku: (jeling je...masih terpukau dengan nombor2 didepan)
jamee: mama rasa antara kereta kita dengan kereta depan ni...mana yang lebih kotor...
aku: erk.... ( ciss...laha )
aku...hari ni dah suruh Lily pergi hantar cuci...hehe...
8
petang semalam...
aku dan jamee ke bandar.
aku memandu kereta aku...ya batmobil aku...yang pada waktu itu takde sangat rupa batmobil...sebab dah lebih kurang sebulan aku tak jenguk jejaka2 di tempat cuci kereta...
boleh dikatakan...
bahagian belakang kereta aku tu memang cuma warna debu je...
boleh buat finger painting...huhu
anyway...
sewaktu berhenti di traffic light...
ada sebuah kereta didepan kami...jenis trooper...
aku tak perasan jenama apa kereta tu,
sebab aku leka tengok nombor2 kat traffic light didepan...
oh...kereta didepan aku tu...boleh tahan juga kotornya...
bahagian belakangnya hampir semua dihias dengan lumpur
ala2 canvas untuk finger painting juga la....
tiba2 jamee...sambil senyum2 bertanya pada aku...
jamee: mama....
aku: (jeling je...masih terpukau dengan nombor2 didepan)
jamee: mama rasa antara kereta kita dengan kereta depan ni...mana yang lebih kotor...
aku: erk.... ( ciss...laha )
aku...hari ni dah suruh Lily pergi hantar cuci...hehe...
jom pergi Dungun...
kejap lagi aku akan bertolak ke Dungun...
tanah tumpah darah ku...
pergi sebab
malam nanti...
cousin aku nak kawin kat KT
dan esok,
cousin aku punya anak kawin
di Dungun.
aku suka pergi Dungun...
drive ikut jalan pantai...
scenery nya sangat menarik...
ok la...see ya on Sunday...
be good...now...
have a nice weekend...:-)
wishing u...
gelagat...Jamee dan Izat
jumaat: 06.03.09
aku cuti hari ni. so..pukul 12, .aku pergi ambil Jamee dan Izat dari sekolah...Jamee di SMART, Izat di SMTC...dekat2 je sebenarnya...yang paling gembira...Jamee la...sebab tak perlu berjalan balik ke rumah...
ini conversation sepanjang perjalanan balik dari sekolah...aku ambil Jamee dulu, lepas tu baru ambil Izat...
#1...berhampiran sekolah...aku sedang memandu...kami berselisih dengan 3 orang pelajar lelaki SMTC
#2...aku baru masuk kereta lepas pergi ke ATM. Mereka berdua tunggu dalam kereta.

Jamee: Ma...izat cakap rambut Jamee macam rambut tahun 60an...(dia baru potong rambut, the day before)
Aku: mana ada, ok la rambut Jamee.
Izat: Ma...tadi ada pakcik tu lalu, pakcik tu pandang je...
Aku: ye ke
Jamee: ye la ma... mama tau tak Izat cakap apa
Aku: apa izat cakap?

Jamee: Izat kata pakcik tu pandang Jamee sebab rambut Jamee macam rambut bini dia masa dulu...
Izat: Dah tu...memang betul...hehehe
aku....rasa macam nak ketawa terguling2...
aku cuti hari ni. so..pukul 12, .aku pergi ambil Jamee dan Izat dari sekolah...Jamee di SMART, Izat di SMTC...dekat2 je sebenarnya...yang paling gembira...Jamee la...sebab tak perlu berjalan balik ke rumah...
ini conversation sepanjang perjalanan balik dari sekolah...aku ambil Jamee dulu, lepas tu baru ambil Izat...
#1...berhampiran sekolah...aku sedang memandu...kami berselisih dengan 3 orang pelajar lelaki SMTC
Jamee: yang mana...yang pakai tie tu ke
Izat: angguk...
Jamee: tak nak la...dia tu suka cari gaduh dengan Jamee
Aku: jamee kenal dia?
Jamee: kenal...masa sekolah rendah
Aku: oooo..
.
Izat: ada lagi sorang suruh kirim salam kat awak
Jamee: siapa...muka baik ke muka jahat?
Izat: entah
Aku: muka jahat tu macam mana , Jamee.
Jamee: muka jahat la...
Aku: macam muka Izat ke...hehehe
Jamee: tak la. Izat tu muka baik. susah la nak explain ma...
aku...stereotype???
#2...aku baru masuk kereta lepas pergi ke ATM. Mereka berdua tunggu dalam kereta.
Jamee: Ma...izat cakap rambut Jamee macam rambut tahun 60an...(dia baru potong rambut, the day before)
Aku: mana ada, ok la rambut Jamee.
Izat: Ma...tadi ada pakcik tu lalu, pakcik tu pandang je...
Aku: ye ke
Jamee: ye la ma... mama tau tak Izat cakap apa
Aku: apa izat cakap?
Jamee: Izat kata pakcik tu pandang Jamee sebab rambut Jamee macam rambut bini dia masa dulu...
Izat: Dah tu...memang betul...hehehe
aku....rasa macam nak ketawa terguling2...
#3...dalam kedai petronas
Izat: Ma, Izat nak kacang ya
Aku: angguk
Jamee: Izat, awak tau tak kacang tak baik untuk jantung.
Aku: ye ke Jamee. mana Jamee tahu ni.
Jamee: Cikgu sains Jamee cakap. Ma, Jamee ambilk lolipop satu ya.
Aku: ok
Jamee: ye la...tapi gigi tak membunuh
Izat: tapi...nanti...awak tu...tengok muka lawa, bila senyum, nampak gigi...tak lawa
in the end izat tak jadi beli kacang, tapi dia beli aiskrim kacang merah...motif???
Aku....berbalas senyum je dengan budak jaga kaunter ...
err...wanita melayu terakhir????

20.02.2009...6pm


conversation antara aku dan anak aku,,,najmee (14) dan izat (13). aku masih lagi dalam pakaian kerja...friday, pakaian kerja =baju kurung.


aku: mama nak gi jogging, ok....(jogging track hanya di belakang rumah aku, di tepi sungai Galing...tak perlu drive pun)
jamee: (dengan muka tak percaya)...pakai baju kurung?
aku: takkan la pakai baju kurung...motif sangat jamee ni
jamee: hehehe...kan mama wanita melayu terakhir...
aku: (ciss)...eh...ustazah pun tak gi jogging pakai baju kurung tau...
jamee: (senyum)...ustazah bukan wanita melayu terakhir ma...
izat: hahaha...good one...good one
aku: (boink..huh...tak terbidas aku...sekarang kau orang tahu la kenapa aku tiap2 hari psycho...)


aku...satu hari aku akan pergi jogging dengan berbaju kurung...tapi kalau pakai baju kurung, takde la aku jog...aku jalan dengan lemah-lembut je la...kan wanita melayu terakhir...hehehe

hatiku luka lagi...
entry ni aku jumpa tadi, dalam blog anak sulung aku ...Lily. Fyi...Lily bekerja part-time di Baskin Robbins, Kuantan, sementara menunggu keputusan SPM nya. entry ini membuatkan hati aku hancur berkecai all over again...
The most beautiful sight.
Baskin Robbins were quiet. Assistant Manager went out, another colleague has not came in for work, so I was all alone at the store. Waiting for the first costumer to spend their cash on ice-cream on a grey cold rainy day.
It has been like this for about a week. No wonder the sales are down low. I expected no customer until lunch hour, thus, I turned on my Samsung mp3 player to kill my boredom.
But far from my expectation, a fine gentleman walked into Baskin with his cute little daughter. As I saw them walking into the store, I instantly snatched my earphones without even bothering to turn off the power of the mp3 player.
"Hello, welcome to Baskin Robins!" I greeted the costumer with the widest grin across my face.
He was carrying his daughter in his right arm and replied my greetings with a smile. He looked very familiar. Yes, I am very sure that I've seen him somewhere, but I just couldn't recall.Since I am a big fan of kids, I quickly offered a test spoon to his daughter and called her "beautiful".
She was indeed beautiful. With big shining eyes, milky white skin, soft shoulder length black hair, she looked like a doll.
"Would you like to try some ice-cream beautiful?"
She was a bit shy and turned to her dad.
He sort of said "There, kakak is asking you" and he kissed her forehead.
The beautiful little girl nodded shyly. So I handed her a spoon of very berry strawberry.
Still, she wants her dad to feed her. So he did. I couldn't help but to stare. It was a beautiful sight. Very beautiful and familiar. The love and affection shown by the daddy. The daughter who was clinging on to her daddy. Just seem too familiar.
"Papa" I muttered out of the blue.
"Excuse me?" that man asked.
I shook my head with embarrassment and apologized. Again, he smiled. As a sign of forgiveness and placed his orders. I was starting to feel a big lump on my throat but I managed to get a hold of myself. After he made the payment, he sat at the seating area in the store and I stood behind the counter. I know it was plain rude to stare but I just couldn't help it.
First, because he has a very adorable daughter and I adore kids more than anything. Then, that gentleman reassembles Papa. My Papa. My beloved Papa. Yes, he looked like Papa. And never before in my whole entire life I met someone who looked so much like him. Furthermore, he was treating his daughter just like papa used to treat me.
My heart felt so heavy but I smiled. I smiled at the sight of Papa and me.After almost 14 years, I get to witnessed the sight of Papa pampering me like a princess. I get to witnessed Papa kissing my forehead. I get to witnessed the sight of Papa caressing my hair although I hardly had any back then. *laugh* I get to witnessed the sight of Papa, again.
About half and hour later, he along with his daughter bid farewell. The store was once again empty and boredom strikes back. I was holding back so hard. Telling myself not to cry. Telling myself to get a strong hold of myself. So I went back to my mp3 player. The mp3 player which I left turned on while I was busy serving the customer. Since it was turned on the whole time, the tracks kept on playing and by the time I put on the earphones, Babyface was singing the chorus of Not Going Nowhere.
Well I'm here to tell you,
Papa, I love you too. Thank you so much for coming back. Although it was just for a while. It really made me smile
entah kenapa...entry lily mengingatkan aku kepada entry yang aku tulis sewaktu minggu 'Father's Day tahun lepas...so...aku retrieved entry itu dari blog lama aku, aku baca semula...dan as expected...hati aku luka semula...
Tak ada apa yang aku nak tulis pasal 'father's Day". Untuk anak2 ku, father's day tidak membawa apa2 pengertian...sudah hampir 13 tahun mereka hidup tanpa kehadiran seorang bapa...malah cuma Lily sahaja yang pernah merasai kasih sayang seorang bapa...selama 5 tahun pertama hidupnya. Jamee baru berusia 9 bulan pada waktu itu dan Izat lahir 3 bulan selepas bapanya meninggal...tak mengapalah...they won't miss what they have never had...harap2 begitulah.
Sewaktu aku sedang membelek buku sekolah Izat, aku terjumpa sekeping kad di dalam bukunya. kad yang di buat daripada drawing block, rasa aku yang mereka buat sewaktu pendidikan seni di sekolah. Dihadapan kad itu tertulis perkataan 'Happy Father's Day'...sedih nya hatiku, tuhan saja yang tahu...I could hear my heart breaking...I could not stand the pain.
aku sangka aku sudah cukup kuat untuk menghadapi semua cabaran. apparently not. Tak mengapalah anak2ku. Tabahkan hati, kuatkan semangat...nasibmu dan nasibku begini...biarlah. Memang langit tidak selalu cerah...tapi mendung bukan bererti hujan. Itu aku pasti, seperti aku pasti akan terbitnya matahari esok pagi.
Disaat2 begini, amat senang untuk aku menyalahkan takdir...tapi itu tidak akan mengubah apa2. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself...macam kata Dr House..."so you got hurt...deal with it". Sangat brutal bunyinya...tapi ada kebenarannya. This is my life, if I don't try to make the best of it, who will? Namun, tika begini...aku terasa amat sunyi sekali...
retrieved from: http://nsamsudin.blogspot.com/search/label/experience
The most beautiful sight.
Baskin Robbins were quiet. Assistant Manager went out, another colleague has not came in for work, so I was all alone at the store. Waiting for the first costumer to spend their cash on ice-cream on a grey cold rainy day.
It has been like this for about a week. No wonder the sales are down low. I expected no customer until lunch hour, thus, I turned on my Samsung mp3 player to kill my boredom.
But far from my expectation, a fine gentleman walked into Baskin with his cute little daughter. As I saw them walking into the store, I instantly snatched my earphones without even bothering to turn off the power of the mp3 player.
"Hello, welcome to Baskin Robins!" I greeted the costumer with the widest grin across my face.
He was carrying his daughter in his right arm and replied my greetings with a smile. He looked very familiar. Yes, I am very sure that I've seen him somewhere, but I just couldn't recall.Since I am a big fan of kids, I quickly offered a test spoon to his daughter and called her "beautiful".
She was indeed beautiful. With big shining eyes, milky white skin, soft shoulder length black hair, she looked like a doll.
"Would you like to try some ice-cream beautiful?"
She was a bit shy and turned to her dad.
He sort of said "There, kakak is asking you" and he kissed her forehead.
The beautiful little girl nodded shyly. So I handed her a spoon of very berry strawberry.
Still, she wants her dad to feed her. So he did. I couldn't help but to stare. It was a beautiful sight. Very beautiful and familiar. The love and affection shown by the daddy. The daughter who was clinging on to her daddy. Just seem too familiar.
"Papa" I muttered out of the blue.
"Excuse me?" that man asked.
I shook my head with embarrassment and apologized. Again, he smiled. As a sign of forgiveness and placed his orders. I was starting to feel a big lump on my throat but I managed to get a hold of myself. After he made the payment, he sat at the seating area in the store and I stood behind the counter. I know it was plain rude to stare but I just couldn't help it.
First, because he has a very adorable daughter and I adore kids more than anything. Then, that gentleman reassembles Papa. My Papa. My beloved Papa. Yes, he looked like Papa. And never before in my whole entire life I met someone who looked so much like him. Furthermore, he was treating his daughter just like papa used to treat me.
My heart felt so heavy but I smiled. I smiled at the sight of Papa and me.After almost 14 years, I get to witnessed the sight of Papa pampering me like a princess. I get to witnessed Papa kissing my forehead. I get to witnessed the sight of Papa caressing my hair although I hardly had any back then. *laugh* I get to witnessed the sight of Papa, again.
About half and hour later, he along with his daughter bid farewell. The store was once again empty and boredom strikes back. I was holding back so hard. Telling myself not to cry. Telling myself to get a strong hold of myself. So I went back to my mp3 player. The mp3 player which I left turned on while I was busy serving the customer. Since it was turned on the whole time, the tracks kept on playing and by the time I put on the earphones, Babyface was singing the chorus of Not Going Nowhere.
Well I'm here to tell you,
you don't have to fear.
Cuz your daddy loves you,
I'm not going nowhere
Then the walls of strength collapse in an instant. My heart felt so heavy and I was choking so hard. So I ran into the storeroom and cried at the corner. Damnit. I cried. Again. But I didn't even know why. I had no idea what brought down my walls of strength.
Was I sad to see someone who looked so much like my Papa but really wasn't him?or Was I glad that I once again get set my naked eyes on the sight of Papa?
Maybe, it was both. Mixed emotions that was caused by one fact. I miss Papa so much.I miss Papa so much, that is why I am sad to see someone who looked so much like him but really wasn't him.I miss Papa so much, that is why I was glad to set my naked eyes on the sight on him once again.
Now, I am certain that it was a sign from The Almighty Allah. A crystal clear sign that Papa remembers me. That Papa is always watching me. That Papa is always near me. That Papa really loves me. *cry*
Papa, I love you too. Thank you so much for coming back. Although it was just for a while. It really made me smile
Tak ada apa yang aku nak tulis pasal 'father's Day". Untuk anak2 ku, father's day tidak membawa apa2 pengertian...sudah hampir 13 tahun mereka hidup tanpa kehadiran seorang bapa...malah cuma Lily sahaja yang pernah merasai kasih sayang seorang bapa...selama 5 tahun pertama hidupnya. Jamee baru berusia 9 bulan pada waktu itu dan Izat lahir 3 bulan selepas bapanya meninggal...tak mengapalah...they won't miss what they have never had...harap2 begitulah.
Sewaktu aku sedang membelek buku sekolah Izat, aku terjumpa sekeping kad di dalam bukunya. kad yang di buat daripada drawing block, rasa aku yang mereka buat sewaktu pendidikan seni di sekolah. Dihadapan kad itu tertulis perkataan 'Happy Father's Day'...sedih nya hatiku, tuhan saja yang tahu...I could hear my heart breaking...I could not stand the pain.
aku sangka aku sudah cukup kuat untuk menghadapi semua cabaran. apparently not. Tak mengapalah anak2ku. Tabahkan hati, kuatkan semangat...nasibmu dan nasibku begini...biarlah. Memang langit tidak selalu cerah...tapi mendung bukan bererti hujan. Itu aku pasti, seperti aku pasti akan terbitnya matahari esok pagi.
Disaat2 begini, amat senang untuk aku menyalahkan takdir...tapi itu tidak akan mengubah apa2. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself...macam kata Dr House..."so you got hurt...deal with it". Sangat brutal bunyinya...tapi ada kebenarannya. This is my life, if I don't try to make the best of it, who will? Namun, tika begini...aku terasa amat sunyi sekali...
retrieved from: http://nsamsudin.blogspot.com/search/label/experience
aku...hari ini airmata ku bukan untuk aku...
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