The Beautiful Past

I had always miss my days before i started school. I still do but now with the realisation that my dears are not mine to keep. Like other things in this world, they are not eternal. And today i would write about the things that i still remember because when i counted earlier today it must have been a whopping 20 years since my earliest memory.

It's still glowing red in the morning when i walked with him to the market. I was showered, decked in the batik cut 2 pieces and looked like tikuih teghejun tepong like what his friend said. He bought the fishes and then we cross the road and climbed up to buy veges.he got ginger bulb. Then to the breakfast van. I don't want pulut inti. I just hate it. He bought breakfast for everyone. I was too small to ponder.but now i want to tell him thank you for bringing me along and because i took pride in it when people fawned and said cucu man ka. I would always be enthranced by the lion sculptures on the compound of Yahong Art Gallery and would always stop and he was ever so patient.

Back home he made sure i settle down with nasi lemak and warned me to not eat the shrimp head. And i always do the opposite as i was told (in fact i was like that until i graduate from school). So he ran to my rescue from cleaning the fishes when i barfed.

Talk about being my hero. He's the one who darted inside when i pooped out ascaris lumbricoidales and screamed my lung oout.he took care of my bottom and my products. And still managed to put 2 milos on the table to console the poor scared out of her wit little girl. Drink milo in feeding bottle and i shall poop more worms or drink from the mug and be worm free, he told me. My choice is obvious.

I love his asam pedas and his singgang with bunga kincham.i have always miss the latter because nobody ever duplicate his version nor have i ever has anything like that on my table ever again.

We'd stop by shop en route to the beach.i always wanted to try yogurt but he said i'll surely barf. Usually it's sumi, jelly, pudding or vitagen. And it is vitagen that greeted me on his deathday. I was in school in another town and he was out with my 2 brothers to get drinks for the workers and he bought 3 vitagens.he didn't forget me...

One day he came home telling me he saw a girl with beads in her hair and since i am so fascinated by the story he brought me to see it for myself.

We had our coffee time. With him, i drink off the saucer because it was too hot for me to drink off the cup. And he put the egg in my drink and whisked it for me. With roti canai, i started with kuah banjir style. He was the one responsible to teach me that i can tore the hread and dip it or i can substitute dhal with susu pekat.and feed me keledek or sukun goreng.

He let me chase the crabs, teach me to trap chicks so that they don't stray. Never let me play behind the house of which there's gushing very small stream.

He slept on hard bench covered by white cloth with blue ship imagee. We both slept outside.me in my buaian.and yes i vividly remember it because there is time when i woke up to eerie feeling and dog howling.

I dreamt that i lost him.and when he was taken away i was devastated. I can handle berita tv1 everyday if i get him back. And wallahi 16 years on i still miss him. May Allah loves him and take care of him mire than like what he has shown towards me.

TTS

TTS stands for tempur tanpa senjata.

Impression

On the way to camp, I overheard our soon to be trainer talking about TTS. I never know there's such thing in PLKN. I mean, when you are talking about PLKN, the things that reflect it are drilling, kayaking, abseilling, obstacles and patriotic courses. Not tae kwon do. But hey, we are going to do tae kwon do as well. First impression ~ it's gonna be a cool thing. In SOKSEK, I saw the tae kwon do club doing their things under the shade. Even in TV they show the tae kwon do class in in a big room. and they were wearing those white cloth and coloured belt.

Reality

TTS is indeed tae kwon do. Except that we did it under the scorching 3 pm sun in our soft blue tshirt, tucked in black scarf and padded tracksuit. Plus the fact that when you shove you hand forth and back, you shout T!-T!-S! instead of Tae!-Kwon!-Do!

Anyway, they taught us to punch and high kick and low kick the air, and also defense movement.

Instead of receiving belt, we got new shade (of skin).

I have no complaint though. You don't pay for the lesson. And you get to T!-T!-S! amidst sunshine, green and tarmac.