Oh lupa plak dah..

Pagi yang sejuk, ingat nak puasa, tapi by midday rasa macam x larat (ustaz cakap kalau bukan puasa wajib boleh berbuka) jadi saya minum 2 gelas ayo oren dan sebungkus kerepek ubi pedas. Sambil itu bersukan, seperti biasa.

Yati kasi salam sewaktu saya tengah pening memilih nak pakai khakis atau seluar hitam nyonya sayur kegemaran saya untuk mengupdate akaun Yippe Daniel Hakim yang telah setahun tidak aktif, itu pun emak dia (read: kakak saya) menelefon banyak kali mengingatkan suruh update. Saya tak kisah sebenarnya.. tapi dua-dua seluar tu saya dah x berapa muat, tu yang saya ambik masa lama sikit pilih, dah mengecut kot kain seluar tu..:(

Yati kasi salam, jadi saya berlari-lari keluar rumah sambil mencapai skaf kepala yang warna putih tu saja, kalau saya cari tudung, lambat pulak sebab Yati dan emaknya beserta Comel otw nak balik kampung di Yan. dia cuma datang nak kasi kunci pagar supaya saya boleh kasi makan kat ikan-ikan peliharaan dia.

Lepas hugs n kisses session (ngan mak yati) saya masuk semula, pakai tudung, capai kunci kereta, capai telefon bimbit dan menekan kunci pintu rumah lalu terus keluar.

Oh baru teringat.. buku bank Daniel tak ambil lagi.. Saya nak buka pintu x boleh pulak,

Oh baru teringat... kunci rumah pun dalam rumah, x ambil lagi...

Sangat tertekan.

"So you had chance to spend more time outdoor, cool" kata kawan saya bila saya kasi tau..

Seb baik dia jauh, kalau dekat-dekat mau saya kasutkan kepala dia.

Its true though.. I spend some considerable time kat Car Wash Shop, had lunch with Elly n went back to Car Wash Shop... still x siap lagi cuci kereta. Punyala ramai orang. Later stopped at Kedai Borong SK, get some sugar, a packet of salt n tray of grade A eggs- sebab gred A je jual. Then pay a visit to a nursery. Bought Kailan seeds, 2 bags of organic soil n Pokok Limau.

I met Acho at Petronas Station n he handed the spare keys. Selamat..

Anecdotes

Jan 24

Saya rasa kawan saya ni melampau gila... he works from 7a.m - 7p.m. When the rest of us work 6hours a day.

I am supposed to ferry the kids for Centralised Training, but he took over n later come back in the afternoon for teaching until 6.45p.m. After that coaching until maghrib(?).

I don't say it often, but please... Buat yang patut2 sudahla geng, sok kalau sakit sapa yg susah?

(So, my dear PEMABUs for this reason i really have to cancel my AGM attendance)

Jan 25

Centralised Training. Meeting new teammates, meeting new peoples, meeting datelines, meeting n meeting.

Wayy passed lunch when finally back to workplace. Had a quick snack with Kak Sal n As (saya lapar giler). I had laksa n warm water. Once Kak Sal went home, I headed to staffroom, prepared handouts for tomorrow class, marking books, fill in the big broad register book, checked messages from students n tulis nama siapa yang x siapkan kerja untuk hari ni (sampai hati korang eh....)

Jan 26

Centralised Training again. Went to pharmacy, preparing for the trip. Meeting with teammates (again) and briefing and starving (skipped meals again)

Workplace- routine (prepared handouts, marking worksheets, checked messages, fill in claim forms for kids allowance)

Jan 27

Routine check up@HTI

Jan 28

Submit Weekly Report. Meeting 4D for 8 mins only. It's Shazwan birthday, we sang the birthday song at d top of our lung. (seriously i missed them badly). Dashed to Tapah. Had meeting n final briefing before went north for The Race.

Jauhnyaaaaaaaaaaaa... kena konvoi lagi. Stress betul sebab risau tercicir, (am d only women driver in the team). Well.. rasa nak jatuh kerusi bila diberitahu tuntutan Tol tidak diberi dan disuruh ikut jalan lama. Hilang akal? Of course we prefer to fork out our own money for the toll fare than risking paying RM300 for speed trap. ("It is awful, u kan kenal ramai orang up there.. x ble ke u bisik2kan all these thing?" saya cakap dgn Jie pada satu hari tahun lepas tentang isu yang sama sewaktu kami sedang makan. Jie pandang saya macam nak telan dan itulah sekali saya sebut perkara ni. I take it as either "take it r leave it".. n here i m again)

Jan 29

The Race. The coach a bit 'hangin' sbb girls turun lambat. My fault!..

Only one girl qualified for National Race. Drove back, another tiring journey.

Ari ni pergi hospital

Routine check up. ok kot..

X sempat nak perhati orang sebab dalam kepala asyik ingat yang lain. Oh bukan Cikgu M (yang akan bertanding di Tenang itu lah)..

Lunch dengan Mommy at City Mewah, Teluk Intan.. As usual mesti saya tanya dua kali harganya sebab takut salah dengar. Mommy had Nasi, Ayam gorng, telur masin n ulam. I had Ikan Kembung Portuguese Grill, kacang panjang with squid, ulam n both of us had warm water, it only costs us RM8.oo.

Ada untung ke dia ni berniaga?

PEMABU AGM

For d past 4 years I never fail to attend d Annual General Meeting.

Tapi tahun ni... saya sedikit sentap (sikit saja) bila kena kerja pada hujung minggu terakhir bulan Januari.

Tapi... xder tapi tapi kot..

Saya berharap rakan PEMABU tidaklah sentap dengan saya pulak..

Thaipusam tahun ini

Cuti rupanya..

1. morning. (8.53 a.m.- 9.59 a.m.)

Had breakfast with Yati@Amiawana.

Yati had RotiCanai n Iced Tea, Pulut n Nasi Lemak Sambal n Hot Lemon Tea for me. Then Yatie's colleague came n joined us while waiting for her husband meeting some old friends of him. Very bubbly personality, this lady and my jaw dropped when she paid for our meals. Biar betul kak.. n she was like.. juz having a cuppa tea.

2. Diamond Creeks and filthy rich husband (10-12.30 noon)

Me : Ya Allah pls send me a filthy rich husband.

Yati : Mintalah yang beriman

Me : Beriman dan kaya giler, because I so want the house here (we were at Diamond Creeks, Tg Malim)

Yati: Tapi mcm xder org je.. takut.

Me : Don't care, ever since I came here last yr, I really really HAVE to own a property here.

Yati: Mampu ke kita?

Me : konfem x

Yati: Kita nak buat apa eh nak cukupkan duit?

Me : Doa dapat filthy rich husband who is willing to give a Diamond Creeks bungalow.. pheww giler..

Yati: Boleh apa.. sapa tu pelakon Islam Rebecca apa tu.. dpt adiah rumah 500k.. haha

Me : Tapi dia cantik... mana cermin td? lupa nk cermin muka hhahahah

3. Tg Malim Kota Pesen (12.31 -1.30 p.m)

Bought pink n orange pyjamas n three headgears. Yati didnt feeling well. Went home

Road Block.

Polis: Parking kat depan, keluar skrg. Lesen ada?

Me : Okkk... (sambil tgk lesen beria2) belum mati kan? nxt month baru mati eh?

Polis: Belum, tapi puan keluar jugak..

Me : (sambil ambil huruf W) saya tahu saya salah encik... tapi ni hurufnya, jatuh.

Polis: Puan sedar ye? Bila huruf ni tanggal? Lekatkanlah balik

Me : Tadi (kenapa saya tipu? benciiiiiiiii).. tapi dia jatuh balik, dah try dah (yg ni x tipu)

Polis: Pegi kedai aksesori la puan. Tapi saya terpaksa jugak rekod ye..

Me : Kena saman ke ni?

Polis: Tak.. saya rekod saja. Jangan lupa tampal huruf tu ye.

Me : Terima kasih encik..

Phewwwww!!!! selamat!!

Boleh x tulis begini.

Untuk hari lahir saya bulan depan inilah hadiah yang saya inginkan.

1. Rumah di Diamond Creek

2. Kereta baru yang cukup nombor platnya

Terima kasih

Bittersweet

1. Ate early

Fyd lost her appetite (why?), Kak Sal was nowhere 2 be seen, and I juz had 30mins break. So I had nasi beriani n ayam cili n warm water only RM1.50. (Biar betul korang ni..)

2. Kenanga

Oho.. oho.. oho..

Collected Rm4 for fine.

Kenapa susah2 nak bayar kalau boleh dapat percuma? So I rephrase the rules n regulations once again.

The worksheets r free, kalau hilang denda Rm1. Incomplete -RM1. Easy peasy.

3. Muka askar.

Make claims for the team. Tedious. Time consuming.

Hev too. If not nobody would help the team in future.

4. The hush-hush

Me : Somebody congratulate us, but i dunno how 2 respond. We juz came 2nd..

Him: Mcm masuk kolam xder ikan tetiba jumpa ikan.

Me : Oh? macam tu ye.

Him: x penah lagi.

Me : Oh.. gud job then. but dis one i rs x jujurla.

Him: Siapa?

Me : The usual, because he mentioned d number of rep when he oso get d same number. Jgn ckp apa2. Biar kita sorang je sebut. Ngumpat ni.

Him: *smirked* (tidak menjawab langsung)

5. The plan.

29th? no way. Hev Pemabu AGM.

Him: Then who?

Me : u? can aa?

Him: x ble

Me : The other one?

Him: Dia? Kalau aku xder jgn harap dia nk g

Me : Sangat manja la.. but I really can't

21,22?

Me : Don wan.. u can?

Him: cannot, hev 2 go to Ipoh

Me : juz 5 left. Alternate.

Him: Jangan harap dia kalau aku xder..

Me : Weii x laratla org manja sgt ni.. hehhehe

The Other One (TOO) was in deep discussion with many many many people. No way to interrupt. Send text msg. Signaled. He read..

TOO: hehehehehehe (sambil geleng kepala)

Me : G la.. i don wan.. bising2 lg x nk

TOO: Don wan. No needla

Me : Yeww.. biar betul

TOO: I'll talk 2 him dis afternoon.

6. lunch@3.30p.m

mushroom soup, ikan goreng n carbonated drink (entah apa2). watched tele with Acho.

7. went back 2 12A

mommy insisted on bring home soto. nice. no need to cook.

8. catfight

dia x dgr, gelak2 buat bising masa miting. (biasala budak2)

u shud be more tactful.

dia yg start..

but u r HEADBOY

uhu..

n dont write it up on ur facebook wall.. u r supersenior dude..

uhukk

nite peeps. hows ur day?

Aduhai KC...

2 years ago, I waited alone, talked to no one (because my gang definitely don't want to be seen with me in public - well, not that i care) and read Golf Digest from cover to cover.

Not that I'm into golf anyway, but Jie gave me 3 copies (or maybe 2 copies, I don't remember) because there was an interesting article about him in that glossy magazine.

Then I made quite a scene when I complained about the result. Our kid came 6th in d tournament but she was declared 9th. My gang (who as usual shied away from the crowd) insisted to have a fair result. No 1-8 automatically selected to enter State Level Tournament. Could u imagine our (the entire team) feelings?

Being a kaki-komplen newcomers really make me unpopular (again- I never give a d*mn). Please don't gimme rubbish reasons, because hey! I was 36 at that time. My look could be deceiving sometimes (orang cakapla kan) but I could think n evaluate surroundings like any 36-year-old could do.

Honestly i gained nothing from all these. Duit minyak pun saya keluar sendiri tau.. I juz do it because they need help. They are my close and trusted friends. Kot orang lain yang mintak tolong, silap-silap phonecall pun saya x angkat.

Previously, the gang changed their team every year. I guessed after the horrible incident, I would be eliminated. But then, I keep receiving text message from the gang from time to time at the 11th hour.

This morning at 4.56a.m.
"bertolak 7.30pg. tpt biasa, CC MSSD, Proton City".

Glad I had prepared the worksheets for students beforehand. Juz need to write few instructions.

I could be cranky n fussy n annoying when told something last minutes. I was told by Zana, at one time dalam satu miting (I wasn't there) someone suggested something. The chairman told that particular someone to be specific as he put it, and Zana relate to me later, "Dengan Norizan tak boleh cuma cakap macam tu. Dengan dia kena detail dan spesifik".

"Am I like that?", I asked Zana. Feeling utterly hurt and confused.

"Ye lah... nanti awak start keluarkan bukti macam-macam". Zana memang jujur.

I never changed. Guess, I don't want to change. Unless u r a real friend.

So today.
I woke up super early. Spend super-extra-time choosing my outfit and missed my breakfast. The thing is, I wasn't prepared. I have nothing to wear since all my track-bottom and inner were in 12A. Rummaging Acho's wardrobe but could fine none. In the end I put on a black jeans which did not look like denim at all (amende saya cakap ni), a last year team blue t-shirt, an aqua headgear that I borrowed from Uda closet and pink-black sneakers. Of course I never left my worn out sling bag that I bought in Chiengmai, when was that? Two or three years ago.

Once arrived, the kids assembled at the mosque for some last minute briefing. As usual I stayed as far as I could. You see, at one time last year, I tried to join them n followed them wherever they go, thinking that I could be some help. Every time I did that, they asked me to go to eat.

Satu hari berapa kali nak makan beb?

After that I never try. That is why I never come for training sessions either.

Back to the tournament.
I joined the crowd under the silver marquee at the green field. Say hi to few people that I know (very very few). Settled the registration thingy (with the money from the gang's wallet) and checked the number cards.

Me being the very sebok one ok..
Thanks god, this time around for number 9 n 6 they have spelled in Bahasa. Sembilan puluh enam for 96 is most welcome than "rumah sudah siap pahat berbunyi".
Guess I have no reason to "be heard" today.

I did not bring any reading material because I thought The Coach would return The Camel Club which I accidently left during the camp in December.

"Kenapa x ingatkan?" He asked me smiling sweetly like we live next door and I should reminded him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.

"Alaa.. kita lupa", I told him sweetly like we live next door and I should mention it to him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.

"Tak apa, nanti kita jumpa lagi kat stadium kan?" he said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would errr... talk?

"No hal. Kat stadium nanti ye, I lap u" I said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would err... talk?

When in fact we r NOT.
Sebenarnya saya sedikit kecewa kerana x dapat buku itu hari ini, sebab dari pagi saya dah excited nak baca. I juz love David Baldacci's. Tapi xkanlah saya nak sentap dengan The Coach plak. Padahal saya rasa dia pun perasan betapa FAKER nya norizan adnan sebab selama ni duduk sebelah pun kitaorang x penah bertegur sapa.

Back to the tournament. One of the boys emerged the Champion his category. 4 of them were qualified for state level tournament at the end of this month.

"You make us proud!" I told each one of them. One of the gang stationed at the mosque and another across the road under the shady tree. Sudah jadi macam iklan talipon pulak because I had to entertain their queries throughout the tournament. Diorang nervous sebenarnya.. saya rasala.. sebab tu diorang duduk jauh-jauh.

"Juara pasukan macam mana? Nombor berapa?" the gang called again, I thought he already left.

"Ada ke? Ada ke keputusan tu? Nak kita tanya ke?" macam bodoh je soalan saya.

"Janganlah tanya, nanti orang kata apa pulak, kot-kotlah ada sesiapa cakap ngan hang" Gosh.. he gave a silly statement, when he knows besides them saya mana ada kawan lain yang saja-saja je nak cakap ngan saya pasal keputusan.

Then I proceed to the organizer counter, armed with my buku tigalima (never left home without it) and started copying anything I saw. Seriously, sangat kiasu. Glad the Manager, an Indian man in his late forties lend me a pen, and gave some good advice regarding our team performance.

Well, we secured 1st Runner Up only. I don't know how the gang felt about it. Not dare to ask.

After prize giving ceremony, there was a briefing by Technical Chairman. He was my classmates when I was in school circa 1990s.

Before went home, stopped at Agro Bank to withdraw some money for the team new spike. It is the donation from Kedai Koperasi. Barely enough though, but we are grateful. At least, better than nothing.

Had lunch at Kedai Yop. I had ikan bakar, sayur kacang panjang n nasi putih. Surprisingly I met one of the gang and the kids there. They had finished their lunch.

"weii smlm ptg KC turun padang n our friend" of course he used name, tapi takkanlah saya nak tulis nama betul pulak.

"really?" saya berhenti makan kejap, takut tercekik, air x sampai lagi.

"Dia cakapla dgn gaya dia la kan, jangan la suruh ko n aku lagi ikut the team sbb dia kata dia kesian dengan kita banyak kerja sangat" something in his face telling me he don't believe it.

Neither do I.

"Yewww... sangat berpura2, berlakon lebih" we laughed simultaneously. Oppss then saya nampak one of the kids staring at me with the lines adakah-aku-sedang-bermimpi spread across her face.

"Alamak I ngumpat plak yang, nanti masuk neraka" I said sheepishly to her.

Pas tu we talked about something else yang x ada langsung unsur2 mengata. Betul...

Now peeps, that is why YM, IM and chatting r invented. No audience. Talk freely.

Entahla KC. From what I heard from his/her previous colleagues, dia sangat sangat _________. (isi tempat kosong). All were done while maintaining candy-coated-smile to the victims (plural form) and keeping warm relationships (i.e gurau senda, lawak jenaka, gelak ketawa) in the public.

Let just say I did my homework.
Secondly, I am in no interest of being a politician, so any world class politicking act doesn't spark my interest whatsoever.
Thirdly, I gained nothing in term of apa2saja la except the pleasure of helping good friends.

Last year, we only had RM50 for the whole year service. RM50 for a year. No mileage claim, no nothing.

"weiii ko nak duit minyak ker?" asked one of the gang. Took out his wallet bila saya cakap saya betul2 xder duit at one time.

I was totally broke. I don't even have baju raya.

"Duit ko eh?" I knew the answer, tapi saya tanya jugak.

"Habis tu.. " he replied ngan muka ketat gak.

Oh KC.
Feel free to cantas me. I loose nothing because we could still be friends anyway. After all we r not the type of chilling out together, go to movie r karaoke r maybe pilgrimage the eatery place whenever we r outstation.

Giler apa? They r happily married.

Anyway please find someone who is super rich and super generous so that she won't put a dent on the gang already dented pocket.

Untuk Zana

Zana n I, in 2009 waiting for our flight at the crowd morning departure hall, LCCT
8 hours later, gallivanting in Beijing Ch. Headed for our dinner. We had mushroom soup, lamb grill, all sorts of vegetables and hot tea.

Me n Tasha.. showing off the expensive pink viscose dress which i could not afford even after discount.
Tasha gelak besar when I told her the reason I asked her to snap d pic together on the first day of 2011 season.

Tasha : Don wan la.. why not juz u?

Me : Cannot, she wont know I wear her dress to school.

Tasha : Her dress? R u serious teacher..

Me : Yep.. she gave me 2 days ago, no longer fit. She gains weight.. already make 5 baju kurung hehhe

Tasha : She's shorter kan?

Me : Slightly, but the tailor make it a bit longer than usual for no reason. What a coincident..

p/s Juz now Zana send me a plateful Nasi Ayam enough for 3 people. She looves cooking and has a knack in it, but I failed to see ape-ke-he-nye dia suka hantar banyak untuk saya.. She knows I m on diet, if not who is going to inherit all her baju?

pp/s secara x sengaja saya dah habiskan nasi ayam tu, n felt really guilty about it :(

kalah games (lagi)

It's 2a.m.

I am a bit emo after watching CSI@8tv (10.30p.m)

Previously I was emo coz i lost the games for .. well, i lost count.

For the past 3 hours I watched Raja Lawak 2008 clips@you tube.

Finally it's bedtime. So here is my all time favourite.

Coz i love u whether it's wrong r right.

(What about LEFT then?)

Sangat mengarut.

Nite peeps. I love u eternally, wherever u r.

it never rains, but it pours

Semalam macam x ok, dengan muka blur saya tinggalkan buku kat kedai photostat. Juga senarai helaian, penting tu.

"Akak x ok, x nak tunggu. x nak bayar dulu pun, besok ambik boleh?" orang kata saya suka cakap laju-laju dan panjang-panjang. Alaaa.... nak cepat..

"Petang-petang sikit kak. Kami tutup pukul 6.00ptg" adik yang bercermin mata tu jawab.

Jadi hari ini lepas Asar saya pergi lah. Saya bawak duit cukup-cukup saja untuk membeli

1. 2 helai baju Adiba (dia telefon kata baju Tnya tertinggal di rumah)

RM10 x 2 = RM20 (Cu Na pesan beli baju cap ayam saja, budak asrama mmg selalu hilang baju)

2. telur sepapan gred B - RM9.50

3. Suratkhabar omputeh - RM1.20

4. Kacang Shandong mentah 2 kilo (ramai orang kata saya goreng kacang ni sedap sangat... nampaknya ini sajalah resepi yang saya pandai)

RM5.90 x 2 kilo - RM11.80

5. Gula sekilo - RM2.00 (gula yang ada tu dah 2 thn usianya, baru nak abis)

6. Duit fotostat - RM25.00

Sangat terkejut bila adik tu kasi bil, RM58.80.

Wehhhhhhh... laaa.. biasanya saya suruh reduced size, supaya senang nak tampal di buku latihan tapi adik ni x reduced. Mungkin saya silap cakap semalam. (sambil menahan diri dari sentap).

Bayar sajalah.. hari pun nak hujan. Singgah di Pasar Borong Sakan untuk beli baju Adiba. Baru teringat Acho ada kirim beli sesuatu di Farmasi Slim. Harganya RM15 tapi ada diskaun jadi cuma bayar RM13.70 saja. Sambil berjalan ke kereta saya berhenti sekejap membeli suratkhabar omputeh... laa RM1.50 rupanya.. Bukan selalu RM1.20 ke?

Sebenarnya lepas bayar secukupnya (saya ada banyak duit syiling sekarang) pekedai itu jerit.."adikkk ari ni Sabtu lagi 30sen".

Dengan rasa rendah hati saya cakap, tebal betul muka saya masa tu. Saya pun semak harga kat muka depan akhbar, mana la tau kalau dia saja nak kenakan.. a'ah memang RM1.50.. iskk malu betul.

Singgah lagi di Kedai Borong SK. Angin bertiup kencang, hujan xla berapa lebat sangat, jadi saya parking di tepi jalan raya sebab jalan di depan kedai itu jalan mati. Nanti nak keluar satu hal pula.

Lepas congak-congak, saya cuma layak membeli sekilo kacang shandong dan sepapan telur saja. Jumlahnya RM15.45. Hujan makin lebat. Siap dengan angin kencang. Jadi saya berdiri di tubir kedai itu bersama pemilik kedai dan pekerjanya.

"Teruskan perjuangan anda" gurau pemilik kedai itu bila ditunjukkan kat mana saya parking keter-cap-ayam saya.

Saya pun berjalan sedikit perlahan walaupun di tengah hujan. Jalan berlopak, kalau jatuh x pasal je karang. Sesampai di rumah hujan makin lebat.

Sewaktu cuba mengunci pagar, payung hujan lutsinar yang sejak setahun dulu saya gantung di jeriji pintu terus terkoyak. Payung tu saya beli di Mydin Kotaraya, RM9.90 je rasanya. Memanglah tak mahal sangat, tapi janganla masa hujan ni pulak nak rosaknya.. ish ish..

Masuk ke rumah, bilik tidur yang saya jadikan tempat sidai kain itu basah digenangi air. Siapa aje la yang keluar rumah tutup tingkap? mana nak tau tempias teruk sangat, tak pernah lagi jadi macam ini.. (maksud tersirat: saya x bersalah)

Selepas mengemop lantai bilik, saya mengemop lantai bilik lain juga (entah apa-apa). Selepas itu saya menggoreng kerepok lekor dan membuat seteko teh biru-hijau kegemaran saya sambil berharap adalah orang datang jadi tidaklah saya makan sorang-sorang.

Yati datang, selepas saya habis makan dan dia x nak masuk pun. Dia cuma nak kasi setupperware oren dadih jagung. Kemudian Zana pun datang dan kasi sepasu pokok kobis.

Kami berbual di luar pagar saja sebab hari sudah hampir malam, dan masing2 ada hal lain.

Sebelum masuk ke rumah saya memetik dua biji bendi dari pasu di halaman rumah, sambil berjanji kepada diri sendiri.. besok pagi saya nak bersihkan semua tanaman (termasuk pokok bunga yang sudah lama tidak digunting) dan menanam pokok kailan pula.

Atau kangkung. Atau cili, Atau petola. Atau jagung.

Tapi yang penting besok kena juga beli gula dan tutup tingkap bila nak keluar rumah.

p/s tajuk entry x kena mengena sangat

macam entah apa-apa ceritanya

"Adik saya kerja cikgu, sibuk betul, bawak kerja sampai balik rumah." said the man at the petrol station.

"Kerja cikgu memangla macam tu. Kita tertipukan, dulu kita tengok cikgu kita masa sekolah mcm relax je kan", honestly I m sucks at making small talk.

"Tertipu ye?", said him, flashing his even teeth.

Btw, I just learned his name today, after few months exchanging pleasantries. That is because he asked for my e-mail address as he said, "untuk bertukar-tukar fikiran" (whatever that means!)

E-mail? Come on when was the last time u open ur e-mail? I gave him my facebook ID instead. He gave his. That's how I learned his name, because he use his full name as an ID. Me too. I like facebook, no secret identity, not secrecy whatsoever.

Honestly either orang sibuk or not, it's not depend on the job or position or whatever. Pemalas would always be pemalas even elected as a Prime Minister of England (sapa suruh vote la kan).

Take our library assistant, Norizzatul Hasliza for instance (same facebook id), she always find something to do, even though some people with the same position would sleep and sometimes slip out most of the time, and get away with it. Contoh sahaja, tiada kena mengena dengan mana-mana pelanggan Encik Mark Elliot Zuckerberg.

These people like Iza (as I fondly called her) makes the workplace bearable and worth living. ( lap u sis)

And of course a few friends who make me sometimes puzzled, "what have I done to deserve this?" slips my mouth more often these days.

Let's start with Fid (the one who gave durians two days ago). Precisely at 5.36a.m this morning she texted, "akak ari ni i brought bubur durian. please bring tupperware if u wanna bring home some".

Me? bubur durian? tupperware? Gila ke tak nak...

With my poverty of adjective, I would not make justice to how much I appreciate the offer. She brought the bubur durian enough for the whole staff, but I was the only one who bring the tupperware. Dengan rasa tidak bersalah saya mengandaikan bahawa hanya saya saja diberitahu suruh bawa tupperware. (ayat coverline)

While I was minding my own business, another friend (better not name him) peering from glass door and reminded me to get the form for something because the application period ended err on Jan 15th. Because both of us were born in the year of ox, I noticed whenever he gets something or achieved something or maybe doing something, he will drag me along. Dulu-dulu tak rasa apa-apa pun, at one time I felt slightly annoyed because it meant I have to do extra work but then as we get older, and the life becomes more complicated, I think it is so sweet of him to never leave me behind.

Anyway there is a few things I don't like either. But a good and trusted friend make it so apa-ada-kesah.

Yesterday Lan asked me to sign a letter, and he briefed me what he was up to. I was err.. flabbergasted because before, it is an open secret among us that I am a passenger. Apparently KC has other thing in mind.

I just smirked. Seriously, if KC wanted to get his/her way very much, silakan. I m so done with anticnya. So I juz listened to Lan's and smirked. That's all. I m done. period.

Then 50 minutes before the school ended, two girls handed two packets of yummy marble cakes.They had Home Science class today, and save their first lesson product for us, sooo sweet. One for me and another for Ilyas. They couldn't find Ilyas at the RC workshop. I don't want to walk to the workshop either even though Ilyas told me he was in the workshop when I texted him, need to finish marking ASAP. It's been 2 days delayed and I am afraid next week the kids complain.

"Mana ada kita buku, kan buku kita pada teacher, teacher suka macam tu tau, kalau kita lambar teacher marah..." this is among their favourite *sigh*. I hate drama...

Before went home I left the cake on Ilyas red RxZ, and texting him again.

Bid goodbye to Kak Sal (because we punched out together), to Iza who came to punch out at that time and the Pak Guards.

Once home, mommy was preparing lunch and I swept the floor. We had lunch when Acho came home, fried ikan kembung, sayur lemak kobis n tauhu and sambal belacan. After that they (Acho, mummy n adik watched tv) while I left for 12A.

"Jangan lupa bawak ikan kembung dalam peti ais tu ye, ada 5 ekor mak beli, dah siap siang pun" Pagi tadi memangla saya pesan ngan mak mintak belikan ikan kembung, tapi taklah sampai banyak sangat...

Well... when the man at the petrol station asking a few personal questions like (saya tak mau tulis), seriously he had asked the questions before. I REMEMBER gave him a vague answer previously, maybe, the sight of ikan kembung n bubur durian (courtesy of Fid) intrigued him.

Anyway. I believe in consistency. So the answers are still the same. As vague as possible.

'teething troubles

Ouch!!!

Yesterday I woke up feeling energetic, because I had set time to start my weekly workout. I'll walk to school twice a week. Yay!!

Unfortunately, (why do I have to use this unfortunate word is beyond me) it was still dark at 7.00a.m. n I don't have the courage to brave the darkness.. Sorry. I waited for 10 minutes before started my journey.

Oh... why oh why there is always an angry hen at Mak Cik Limah's backyard? When I was small, whenever I passed her house I had to wait for her to shoo the angry hen away. This time around Makcik Limah did not come out, guess she didn't expect someone walking because, well it's been ages since children walk to school in our block.

Few minute wasted to fend off from the hen with 6 chicks. Yeww!!

I walked as fast as I could passing swamp. 30 years ago, there was a beautiful small stream where we spent many afternoons swimming together. For some unknown reason we called it swamp instead of stream. Now the stream became smaller n hardly anyone could swim anymore. Once lush green bushes bordering the stream now replaced with oil palm plants. That is why I have to speed because the road is very narrow and quiet.

I might reach school on time if not for few motorists who stopped and offered a lift. Most are my colleagues who also on the way to work. The thing is, NOBODY walk around here anymore.

Then passed through the wet market. I put on my "muka-askar" to avoid any small talk from the kampungfolk that I know since I was 7. Managed to arrive on the nick of time, not before "tunjal bahu" a boy who smoke in front of me. (mind u it is in the CCTV, the tunjal act of course, he smoke outside the gate).

"Cubalah berhenti merokok, nanti paru2 awak terbakar... kan dalam subjek sains awak dah belajar bahaya merokok. nanti bila saya tua, sapa yang nak lawat saya kalau awak pun jatuh sakit?" x kan nak marah-marah pulak pagi2..

"Teacher doakan tau semoga saya boleh berhenti ye" this boy cakap dengan muka tak bersalah.

(p/s this is how I TREAT, my students tqvm)

The first period is 5S. Wohooooo... I almost lost my temper when 5 boys spent their time chit-chatting during individual practice session. I was tutoring the girls who did badly in their yesterday's exercise at that time. These girls are my rising stars, so no way I would neglect them. When the bell rang, the five boys grabbed their books (at last!) and lamented "alaa dah habis masa plak.."

They tried to copy from their peers. If anything, I hate cheater.. nope I DESPISED cheater.

"Laaa saya mana ada buku, macam mana nak buat" a boy commented when I asked him to hand in his book.

It really blow my top. "Is it my fault if you don't have A book?" . Beli saja la, apa masalah?. Some students prefer spend money on handphone reload rather than buy a 60sen exercise book. He was absent most of the time last year.

"Prioritized man!!!"" saya tak tau dia paham ke tidak saya cakap. Tapi saya cakap jugak ngan muka askar.

It really spoilt my mood. And i have like , 4 more classes to go.

The next class was 4A, They were such a doll. Later 3D. Told them I had to leave 5 minutes early because the next class is in other building and well, if I were a minute late.... (due to some OSA thingy I better not write it in this blog).

Again, I put on my muka-askar-mode and the class were as good as a gold. Still, it was 15 minutes late from the schedule before all the kids managed to execute their task today. Thank god it the final period so nobody will nag i took their period.

Waited for Kak Sal finished her class at 2.40p.m before went home together. She dropped at the junction 300m from my house. Me walking..

A few makciks yelled good naturedly, "weii berjogging tengah hari ker?" on my way home..

After a hard day, nothing could beat the sight of fresh durians which Fid gave this morning. It was fleshy, soft, creamy and we had hard time to stop eating. Divine..

Did I wrote a hard day? Naayyyy... it is a typical day actually..

Hujung Minggu.

Ada ke orang nak tau what time I woke up on Sunday? xder kan... so no need to tell la kan...

I spent some considerable time bersukan n later watched telly. prepared brunch, Nasi Goreng Ikan Bilis (couldnt find ikan masin that's why) and orange juice. Read the Time latest issue and later bake Choc Cake.

After mopping the floor I visited Zana. She wanted my opinion on retirement card which she prepared for her colleague. Suffice to say, our taste is diff. We googled for some images and by the time we agreed on a sample, it was the time I should switch off the stove (I bake a cake remember..) Afterall Zana is busy knead the dough for Roti Canai

A greyish Pesona halted and parked in front of 12A. Another at #12. Obviously my neighbour had a family gathering. He had 13 siblings, honestly I forgot how many siblings does he has. It's been a very long time since i last talk to his mom.

The sight of many people make me so embarrassed to cross the road. Kalau saya tau ada ramai orang nak datang ke rumah sebelah awal2 lagi saya dah balik umah or may be I would not put on the gaudy sarong. I wore sarong and boyfriend's chequered shirt (no, i don't have a live in boyfriend but that is what the pesen is) over my chilli red bajurumahtangga- CRB (whatever that means). Since the CRB is made of China Silk so the Sarong tend to londeh all the time. I had to walk slowly and hold the Sarong if not memang sah la jatuh kat tengah jalan.

(note to myself- lenkali pakai baju yg sesuai bila keluar rumah).

To be frank, bukan orang pedulik pun, so after a while I managed to cross the road without the Sarong fell off. Switched of the stove and melted the chocolate for topping. Once done, I swept the floor, packed things and mopped the kitchen (again).

After a long holiday I had hard time to wake up early in the morning. My biological clock need time to adjust to my working life again. Ishh..

Then, Yatie called, she wanted to know if Zana home. Zana's mother is a tailor, and Yati wanted to send some cloth for dress. Being a CNN myself, I texted Zana asking her to come to 12A.

After 10 mins all the three of us were seated among the pile of cloth and errrr food. Zana brought Egg sandwich. Besides the Choc cake, I prepared some keropok lekor and ginger lemon tea.

Zana n I were drooling over one piece of Yatie's cloth. It is a viscose with an orangish flower motifs. Cantik giler.. By the way it is Yatie 6th cloth this month. Today is like... the 9th of January. Sangat sewel ok..

It was 7.20p.m and getting darker when Yatie said she should be leaving because she have not shut her window when she left home, 2 hours ago.

Because the food was still aplenty, we insisted that she brought home some... Zana went home after Yatie that was after she spent some considerable time looking for her tudung. Sangat pelupa.

A few things ehem.. NEVEr change..

hows ur weekend pal?

Dah lama x shopping..

"Mak Andak, boleh tak kalau Zudin nak iPod Mak Andak, kalau Mak Andak tak guna la"..

Nik came home yesterday for our neighbour's son wedding. Zudin, Nik's son has a way of making my heart melt... Even if he asked for kapal angkasa i might find it for him, you see... It is the way he asked. Besides, I would not travel anywhere in the near future so i don't really need the iPod.

Out of respect for my bro-in-law, I informed him, "iPod lama tu bang, beli masa g China dulu tu. Orang dah jarang guna pun". Entahapa2entah. Padahal he never ask, saya takut kena marah sebenarnya.

That is the child in me. Why do I bought things I don't really need? Things I could live without?

Before went home they stopped at 12A. I just so love having them around even for just a quick dinner.

Aishah searched for hats which we bought during trip recently. Zudin and An played Twister (An called it Main Pihak Kaki Tangan). Along and Nadia played Congkak. I had spent lots on indoor games kit so that when they came, the adults could spent some quality times (read:menyembang)without worrying about the kids safety.

After dinner, they had to start their journey home. That's is when Nadia pulled my hand and ushered me to the wardrobe.

"Along cakap baju ni cantik Mak Andak", she hold a turquoise chequered shirt which I bought in Malacca during an excursion trip last year.

"Kalau muat ambik la" Well... I know the answer... Nadia called her sister, Along tried it on.

"Kecik sangat, Along x muat" dia buat muka sedeyy

"It is an XL already Long, nak besar mana lagi?" I asked, yeah... I know the answer.. Along buat muka tambah sedih..

"Diet tau, kalau awak kurus nanti, kita g shopping sama-sama, baaaaaaaaaaanyakk baju kita boleh beli" i pat her shoulder..

Ha'a ye... dah lama betul x shopping.. ermm

symphaty? emphatic?

"haii.. boleh akak masuk? nak laminate past years questions" i knocked on (a soft knock not knock down ok) the window pane because Judin was d only one in the room.

"Masukla kak, budak2 g rehat sekarang, saya sorang je" Judin was definitely not in the mood to leave his lappie, let alone entertaining any caller during recess. It's the First Week Syndrome anyway, everyone is busy completing their FRM.

Me too. That's why I came.

Then he started asking about a particular boy who he thinks need special attention. I m glad he noticed, because for the past years I've been thinking the same thing. This boy is a bit "different" but who am I to suggest anything!

Then we talked about the steps taken before a kid qualified to enrol in any Special Class. That's while both of us stay focused on our job. We r multitasking (read: can talk while doing things) n very good at doing things at the eleventh hour.

Me : Skrg baru akak sedar, kira ni, akak la kan.. sangat x OKU friendly. Err pinjam gunting ni ble?

Him: Ambik kak (point 2 d scissors), diorang punya tu tp diorang x kisah rasanya. Pasal cikgu baru tu ke kak?

Me : (sambil gunting soalan exam) ye lah... Ari tu, dah brp lama kita start meeting, seb baik Yati cakap dia ada kat bawah...

Him: kesian kan kak..

Me : Sgt sedih akak rasa... Tajam gunting ni... Bila dah jadi mcm ni baru akak perasan many things? Tandas tu mcm mana nk masuk?

Him: Tak tau saya kak.. tapi wheelchair memang x muat. Macam mana dia nanti?

Me : Susah ni.. akak pun x tau.. skrg baru akak perasan lantai kat kantin tu x wheelchair friendly jugak. Dia x boleh g kantin sendiri..

Him: Ha'a tinggi sangat lantai tu.. kenapa x simen?

Me : First day she came last year, akak nampak Kak Mahrusah mintak pekerja simenkan kat semua laluan ke Makmal Maths. Ntah..

Him: Kalau dah simen senang sikit...

Me : Tu la tu... err terima kasih ye gunting ni..

Him: X ada apa la kak... Insaf ye kak..

Me : Akak pun... kalau dia lahir dgn keadaan macam tu mungkin x rasa sangat, tapi dia sempurna dulu... jadi feel tu lain sikit..

Him: Kita pun x tau nasib kita nanti macam mana ye x?

I left the room after completing my task. But then the conversation never leave my mind. Semua orang berpotensi untuk menjadi cacat. I don't remember where i read this quote, was it from Anthony (i juz remember his first name, sorry pal, but i m a fan u know..) column in The Star on from one of d issue in Mastika.

There was an incident regarding OKU that I would never forget. Ever.

Few years back I noticed a colleague wasn't in her jolly good mood. After a few days I approached n asking about her son wellbeing. She just finished her looong doa after zohor prayer. Her son got runny nose. It wasnt a big deal, I thought.

"Sampai hati staff tu biarkan saja. Anak akak tu tak sedar pun kalau hingus meleleh.. Habis budak-budak ejekla, jadi adik2 dia pun malu nak pergi sekolah".

I don't get it. Serious... lap je la sendirik..

"Zan, anak akak tu anak istimewa. Dia tak boleh rasa hingus atau air liur meleleh pun, sebab tu la ada staff yang kena jaga. Memang ciri2 penyakit dia mcm tu. Staff tu mmg tugas dia jaga n pergi ke kantin pun patut diorang yang tolak kerusi roda tu, tapi x ... budak2 yg tolak. Akak sedih... Adik2 dia malu bila kawan2 dia ejek mcm tu" She lamented..

Coping with Special Kids is really something, make people understand their predicament is another.

Anyway this year I added another unforgettable incident in my list.

We had a meeting which schedule at 8.00 a.m. At around 10 a.m, if i m not mistaken, after one person finished talking we moved to the first agenda. As usual the "ada soalan?" was said out of routine.

Yatie raised her hand and said SHE is downstairs.

I dunno what others reactions were because me myself was dumbstruck. How could I be so mean?

And this is the remark that make the incident even more unforgettable.

A person said, "memangla dah beritahu ada meeting hari ini, tapi kita x expect pun dia datang, tak apa lah beritahu dia x perlu datang".

*tiada komen berkenaan kata-kata itu*

I believed the quick response once the matter arise is always comes from the heart. Of course we could "ejas-ejas" our response/opinion later to suit our need and justified our previous action. I could almost choke to death.

Seriously, if I had Mr Otroman phone number, I would ask him to... oh not.. not to fire anyone, no matter how deep my hatred is, instead I'll ask Mr Otroman to build an elevator pronto or maybe..u know change the meeting room to somewhere where accessible to the wheelchair-bound person.

On the second thought, maybe I should fish around for Mr Otroman phone number.

Herpes Enchephalitis

It's Sunday. The last Sunday before the 2011 resume.

A dear friend from faraway land just texting that if he had a chance to further his education in Malaysia, he will go. Prior to that he just send a new year wish n asking why we lost touch. I had a very bad year, that's what I told him. He never ask. We were classmates 6 years ago. Until now our friendships remained. The texts really make my day...

There is a good friend whom I knew since he was single, courtship (ngan org lain), engaged (ngan orang lain) n married (ngan orang lain jugak). He divorced recently. We are still good friends. I like him because after all those years, I think he is the only one who could read my mind very very well. Eventhough I tried my best nak mengejas-ngejas cerita but he always get the point. He understands my lawak, while some others tunjuk muka blur.

Of course there is Jie. Tempat minta khidmat nesihat. I wrote about him many times already. So redundant.

There are few people that I should not name. (termasukla ko len eh..)Who always stay with me through thick and thin. The one that I always go n share my qualms, my hope n my deepest secret.

Besides few people, I don't have many friends. As I am growing older, I have an issue with trust. While I can talk about fish, plants, vitamins, adverbs (haha) n radiation from dawn until midnight but I feel awkward to talk about myself. Except in the blog la kan..

This morning I was so flabbergasted when a friend told me someone told her blablabla about me. This is the third time already.

The first time she said I was bising-bising to d clerks because they opened my letter.

"Where is the letter? I didn't get it at all?" I squealed (really) when the clerks seek me to clarify. Of course I would get mad if someone open my letter, hey I RARELY get any letter.

"Akak ada bising2 ke xder ni" asked the clerk.

"Mestila bising.. mana suratnya? kasi la weh" suara sedikit tinggi.

"Mana ada surat. Orang tu je yang sampaikan kata akak bising2". dia cakap.

"Tapi mana suratnya? Janganla main2 kasi la, akak x penah dpt surat, sapa kasi?" nada tinggi.

"Tak ada!!!" the clerk bernada lagi tinggi.

"Then? kenapa pulak akak bising?" oh saya konpius.

"Tu la pasal. Org tu la dtg n tanya betul x, sbb siXXX yg cakap. So kitaorang cakapla x penah. Kalau akak bising-bising xkan la kasi duit raya smer (masa tu bulan puasa)". clerk cakap.

"X pahamla.. kan akak x penah dapat surat peribadi kat sini, mcm mana plak citer ni?"

"Itu la kitaorang cakap, apsal nak bising2, surat pun x penah dapat.." kami ketawa.

"Saja kot itu la kitaorang cakap kat orang tu, kita ni rapat mungkin dia saja nak rosakkan hubungan kita semua ni kot" dia cakap lagi. Serius, dia yang cakap. Saya rasa ini sangat kebudak-budakan. Tak kuasa saya nak melayannya.

Zaman I don want to fren her, so u don fren her oso dah 20 tahun berlalu. Please la..

The second time, it was last year. Nak tulis pun saya segan. It's tooo degrading. Too humiliating. But like the first one, somebody else denied it for me. Somebody in the form of Zana, my trusted friend-cum-neighbour.

"Stop. Jangan cakap lagi. Tapi kalau dia masuk dalam longkang nanti, maksudnya akakla yang terajang tau" saya cakap sambil ketawa sedih. Sampai begitu sekali, patut Yusuf Haslam ambil dia jadi penulis skrip.

After 2 years, skrip dia x berkembang pun spt yang dijajanya so I guess she'll find some other pastime.

She did, same scripts (degrading, humiliating, preassumptions bla bla) with many different characters. Some retaliate, some switch on ADA-AKU-KESAH mode.

And this morning, I found out saya kembali menjadi pelakon di dalam filemnya.

I think this particular person suffered brain damage due to a rare viral infection called Herpes Enchepalitis. Memory is so foundational to friendship. If we are not even friends, how could you fabricating so many stories about me la weii? Where is the foundation?

So I re-read HE article on Time, Nov 1 issue (page 38-43). I don't know. It says, there is no cure for memory loss. Primitive memory aids-diaries, photo albums, reminder alerts on electronic devices remain the most effective tools for helping amnesiacs cope with their condition.

I scoured, if there is anything that would suggest, when HE happens do the victims resort to building new memory (a.k.a creating n fabricating lies) but nope. There's no mention about it.

Maybe penyakit lain kot.. But it is still amazing. Even she is NOT in my circle of close friends (and other who she had worked overtime to humiliate too) she seemed to know many many things about us. Some r such so apa-apa-sangat but she make-a-total-makeover until it become oh so very sensational.

In the past I brushed it off as something so insignificant, now is no different.

But with d like of social network booming I am just so curious if she would go online with her 'antics". That might be interesting. However, since last year I kind of pitied her. The more she badmouthed others, the more negative things people said about her. Sadly most are from her closest ones. *kami ternganga*

She must be lonely being grumpy n crabby like that. After all the serious allegations that she had done, some don't even want to invite her to their house anymore. Not even on their wedding.

Sangat kasihan...

Cucurma Longa a.k.a Kunyit

Saya ada lima orang kakak, jadi kerja masak-memasak memang tidak termasuk dalam senarai tugas saya semasa kecil dahulu (sekarang pun belum masuk senarai lagi). Mommy sangat tradisional orangnya. Dia risau kalau anak perempuan berkahwin nanti jenuhla jadi umpat keji keluarga si suami kalau tidak pandai memasak.

"Elehhhhh," selalu jawab begitu dan berhenti setakat itu.

Kalau cakap panjang-panjang melawan cakap emak nanti jadi anak derhaka. Padahal bila saya sudah dewasa dan cerdik sedikit (berbanding dulu) barulah saya sedar menyebut "ahhh.." pun sudah dikira menderhaka.

Berbalik pada cerita semasa kecil. Oleh kerana dari tahun ke tahun saya langsung tidak menunjukkan peningkatan dalam bidang memasak, sudahnya saya hanya diarahkan menggoreng ikan saja.

Senang saja bahan-bahannya.

Ikan, sesudu garam, setengah sudu kunyit.

Cara-cara

Gaulkan sekali dalam mangkuk.

Panaskan minyak. Renjiskan setitik air, kalau bunyi berdesir (as in syeeeee gitu) bermaksud minyak dah panas. Masukkan ikan , susun rapat-rapat dengan posisi yang sama. Biarkan. Apabila mata ikan sudah putih, terbalikkan dengan sudip panjang. Biarkan. Angkat dan toskan apabila mata ikan keluar dari soketnya.

(yang berhuruf tebal itu ialah petua yang kakak saya beri sebab ikan yang saya goreng selalu melekat dikuali)

In my uni years I prefer to cook than eating outside. Couldn't stand the crowd! But I definitely omitted the Cucurma Longa a.k.a kunyit or turmeric from the recipe. The yellowish stain on the fingernails would take days to fade. wohoo tak tahan..

Until I read in journal (i juz looove journals, health journal pun saya sebok baca masa tu)about the study findings that people who add in turmeric in their diet showed a significant reduction in brain damage at the later years of their life. Of course i do not remember the line verbatim but it is something to do with lowering the risk of dementia and alzheimer.

Perghhh dan, dan itu saya membeli kunyit.

Anyway, I am bit choosy. Only homemade turmeric for me for no obvious reason other than I am afraid that it is not 100% pure.

My mom would sliced the kunyit. Dried it under the scorching heat sun for 2,3 days and later sent it to the nearest mill for grinding or blend, I m not sure. The mill is in Teluk Intan, operated by a Indian old man.

Later she packed it for all my sisters' family. The ration should be enough for 2 years. Sometimes more. My mom believed that, only the best and most nutritious for her family.

When I asked her if she has extra turmeric last month (sekarang dah insaf, jadi saya selalu bercakap dengan penuh berbudi bahasa dengan mommy) she said yes and packed it in a small container. She put it on the table and everytime I went home she would remind me to take the kunyit.

Yeah right... I only took it yesterday, despite being home at least four times in a week.

Something NEVER change..

Auld Lang Syne (with lyrics)

The following table of lyrics includes the first few stanzas of the James Watson poem, probably derived from the same folk song that Burns used as the basis for his poem.

Complete lyrics

Old Long Syne, by James Watson (1711)	Burns’ original Scotsverse[3]	English translation (minimalist)	Scots pronunciation guide (as Scots speakers would sound)	IPA pronunciation guide[12]
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone: Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect on Old long syne. CHORUS: On Old long syne my Jo, in Old long syne, That thou canst never once reflect, on Old long syne. My Heart is ravisht with delight, when thee I think upon; All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight, and speedily is gone; The bright resemblance of thy Face, so fills this, Heart of mine; That Force nor Fate can me displease, for Old long syne. CHORUS Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief, when from thee I am gone; will not thy presence yield relief, to this sad Heart of mine: Why doth thy presence me defeat, with excellence divine? Especially when I reflect on Old long syne CHORUS (several further stanzas)	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne* ? CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my jo, for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp ! and surely I’ll be mine ! And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. CHORUS We twa hae run about the braes, and pu’d the gowans fine ; But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, sin auld lang syne. CHORUS We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn, frae morning sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roar’d sin auld lang syne. CHORUS And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere ! and gie's a hand o’ thine ! And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught, for auld lang syne. CHORUS	Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind ? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne ? CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. And surely you’ll buy your pint cup ! and surely I’ll buy mine ! And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. CHORUS We two have run about theslopes, and picked the daisies fine ; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne. CHORUS We two have paddled in thestream, from morning sun till dine† ; But seas between us broad have roared since auld lang syne. CHORUS And there’s a hand my trustyfriend ! And give us a hand o’ thine ! And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne. CHORUS	Shid ald akwentans bee firgot, an nivir brocht ti mynd? Shid ald akwentans bee firgot, an ald lang syn*? CHORUS: Fir ald lang syn, ma jo, fir ald lang syn, wil tak a cup o kyndnes yet, fir ald lang syn. An sheerly yil bee yur pynt-staup! an sheerly al bee myn! An will tak a cup o kyndnes yet, fir ald lang syn. CHORUS We twa hay rin aboot the braes, an pood the gowans fyn; Bit weev wandert monae a weery fet, sin ald lang syn. CHORUS We twa hay pedilt in the burn, fray mornin sun til dyn; But seas between us bred hay roard sin ald lang syn. CHORUS An thers a han, my trustee feer! an gees a han o thyn! And we’ll tak a richt‡ gude-willie-waucht‡, fir ald lang syn. CHORUS

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