Cakap Tak Serupa Bikin: The Story of the Genius Dog

Cakap Tak Serupa Bikin: The Story of the Genius Dog

Warring The Unknown

The man placed his soldier friend in the body suite.
The memory of holding a warm hamburger out of the corpse still remains. To forget the experience of going to war in Afghanistan is near impossible - After 3 years out of it, he's still on marijuana.

Another soldier divorced his wife out of love.
He did not want her to suffer should anything happen to him - Now living alone, he cherished all the sweet memories he had with her pondering over why he should be on the front line, fighting for causes not close to his heart.

Another wife asked for divorce when she realised there's no purpose in the marriage.
The husband in faraway land, be it Papua New Guinea or Africa as a United Nation peacekeeper, is adamant of being a peacekeeper as a career - but the wife is never at peace.

Sights of rebel gun-fighting and bodies of comrades flown home for burial are stories more often repeated over the times.

Should anything happen to him, even the million dollar insurance pay-out cannot compensate the responsibilities and burden in caring the invalid or heal the abandoned heart.

masterwordsmith-unplugged: A TOUCHING TALE

masterwordsmith-unplugged: A TOUCHING TALE

Reality In Denial

7 out of 10 diabetic patients in Singapore are Malays. It's the reality we are facing now.

Is it due to lifestyle? How about when a preschool toddler getting it? - The toddler's mother would shed tears comforting the child when the need for an ice-cream was not met.
The parents tried hard to reward sweets only on her birthdays.
The child has no lifestyle at all.

Facing reality is easier said than done...

An elderly lady said it's black magic.
She knows the culprit who cast the spell on her. There's 'something' placed in-front of her house.
I assured no such thing would happen to her.
Being the nearest neighbour, I would be the first witness to see such incident should it occur at all.

When she mentioned she was under the spell of one of her neighbour, I have nothing more to say - I think I know almost everybody in the neighbourhood.
They respect her as an elderly lady.

Is one of the neighbour she referred to, is me? Sigh, sigh, sigh...
I have nothing more to say. I have my respect for her as an elderly lady too...

I simply stop paying a visit to a friend's friend.
After one of her leg was amputated thigh high, her blame to God for robbing away her family life has never ceased.
Her blame to God favouring the fits continue...

But when she blamed God for favouring me over her, I simply stop the visit.
Don't blame God when we don't search our inner-self...

Last week, I paid another visit to a neighbour whom I've only known her by her name.
I've never spoken to her before.
I've seen her passing by my house but we didn't acknowledge each other.

But when she asked for forgiveness from everybody in the neighbourhood,
I have to see her.
When she asked those who visit her to convey the message to anybody they will meet,
I have to acknowledge that.

Her health has deteriorated and she knows her days are numbered.
She has prepared her inner-self afterall...

The Children's Story - From The Bottom Of A Mum's Heart

"Tak mau pergi. Nak sekolah kat sini je." My Girl insisted.


She was offered a place in one of the premier secondary school in Johor Bahru after he obtaining 4A's for her Ujian Penilaian Sekolah Rendah (UPSR).
That was the year when her primary school ever became the top school in JB with 36 students obtaining 4A's (It was 4 subjects then. Not 5 as now).

I was disappointed that the offer was refused.
Other parents wished that it's their children who were offered the place.

After 3 years in secondary school, the same refusal was uttered.

"Tak mau pergi. Ummie ni, macamana sekolah TF tak top. Semua budak top dari sekolah lain dia ambik. Macamana sekolah kampung nak top. Tak fair. Selfish." My Girl left me speechless with her reasoning.
Again, she was offered a place in the same premier school after obtaining straight A's for her Form 3 Penilaian Menengah Rendah (PMR).
The same other parents wished that it's their children that were offered the place.
I was half disappointed.
But another half of me was grateful that she has the 'kampung' spirit at heart.

After 2 years, My Girl excels in her Form 5 Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM).

She's the best student in school.
She made the teachers proud.
She made the other parents proud too.

"Ummie kenapa tak pergi? Anak naik pentas banyak kali tak bangga ke?" The other parents asked me. They wished that it's their children who went up the stage receiving the scrolls of achievements.

My Girl did not want me to be proud.
I was grateful for not being around during the prize giving day.

After 7 years My Girl left her secondary school, she still made her former teachers proud.
After 7 years, she still made the annual Hari Raya visit to the former teachers.

After all these years, I am proud to let her have her education in ''kampung' school.

Aidilfitri And The Kelantanese

Today is the 29th of Syawal, the last day of Aidilfitri.

Today I join in the marhaban group.
Around 40 of us went to 9 houses welcoming each and everyone for Hari Raya. Alas, it's the last day of Hari Raya.

It's a gathering like this that brings me close to the neighbours.
How faces have changed - Many hails from Kelantan - Known for being industrious, the men would work in Singapore earning the strong dollars.
The womenfolks are expert cloth-traders.
They would commute to their hometown for supply.

With sound finance, they're never short of fund in buying houses.
Thus, a strong Kelantanese community was formed in the shortest time.

Just last year at events like this, I could communicate with everybody.
But today, I can only smile as a reply to their questions.
Next year?
I have to learn to understand them.

I end my Syawal with the hope that the friendliness among neighbours will be maintained as was maintained before. Amin.

The Maid Story - Tale Of A Runaway Maid

Maid In Singapore

"Bu, saya mau ikut Ibu." An Indonesian girl talked to Me.
She seemed to shield herself behind the bus-stop. 

"Tapi saya mau ke rumah sakit." I told her. 

"Ke mana juga saya mau ikut. Nanti saya mau ikut Ibu pulang. Tolong Bu." She pleaded. 

"Mana mungkin. Saya tinggal diMalaysia. Harus guna passport." I reasoned to her. 

"Enggak apa-apa. Saya jalan betul-betul belakang Ibu. Enggak dilihat orang." She assured Me.

News of a missing China girl, Huang Na, came fresh to My mind.
It's everywhere - In the dailies, tv, radio and posters were hand out in search of her.
She was killed and stuffed in a box.
The killer sneaked back to his home-town in Malaysia.
Since then, security at the Woodlands Checkpoint was stepped up and the man was finally hanged.

Will this Indonesian girl create headlines for Me?

The bus to the MRT (Mass Rapid Transport) station arrived.
I boarded and she tailed Me closely, without being asked.

Once inside the MRT, I asked what makes her run away from her employer - Her answer did not shock Me - Language barrier is always the case when dishonest agencies back home were involved.
Resume in the paper is no more than just written words.

She did not understand a single English-word spoken by her employer.
Whatever it's been said, she responded with a nod,
"Yes, maam", or a shake of her head "No, maam".

So, getting the daily scoldings had pushed her to take this drastic action.

Knowing her Singapore agency was somewhere in Toa Payoh, I thought of accompanying her back to the place.
She refused to alight and kept a distant from Me when the destination was announced.

She came back to me when the train started moving again.
It was heading the city.
This time, I did not tell her where I'll bring her to.
Half of My sympathy was gone.

I called My Sister to cancel my visit with her to the hospital.
I had more urgent matter to attend.
Settle this maid who suddenly becomes a liability.

I was on My way to Wisma Indonesia when she said she had not eaten the whole day.
It was almost 6pm.
She was at the bus stop since 6.30am, and I met her at 3.30pm.
I brought her to Burger King.
Yes - She ate hungrily.
I ordered another set meal for her.

******

Nearing the Indonesian Embassy, she hold Me tight.
Refused to let Me go.
She pleaded and cried.

She wanted to go to Malaysia.
She used to work in a factory in Johor Bahru.
She produced her friends' addresses and phone numbers.
She wanted to be with them at Ulu Tiram.
She wanted to work in JB again.
Big money did not matter to her anymore.

Just then, she remembered having a male former colleague's number.
She called and asked him to bring her to their former working place.

We waited for him at the bus-stop where she first spotted me, at Admiralty Road.
The Malaysian man was on his way to work his graveyard shift.
He promised to pick her up at 7.30am the next day.

I was forced into the circumstance.
Much as I was reluctant to help, I do not like the idea of her following the man.
Thought of a police call was dismissed after seeing the frightening reactions in her, to actions I was about to take.

I have to see her friends.
I assured her, I will.

Heading towards the nearest mosque, An-Nur, I insisted on her taking a rest inside it.
It was after 9pm and the mosque will be locked at 10pm.
With the excuse that I will have to wait for My Husband outside the gate, she followed My advice.

******

Convinced that she was finally resting, I hurried to my waiting Husband across the Johor Bahru Causeway.
We went straight to the given address.
After meeting her friends, I asked them to help her.

What can they do?
They did not have her number and they were not allowed to leave Malaysia.

At that point, I realised her case was already over.
Nobody is allowed to stay inside a mosque after 10pm without prior permission.
Even if she was to stay up at the bus stop, she will be picked up by the patrolling policemen.
After all, looking at my watch, it was nearing 1am.

Did she betray her employer?
Being naive led her to face the ordeal all by herself.

To the poor girl whom has made the agency back home richer, may she be in good hand now.

Until today, I do not know her name.