Heya....
I get so preoccupied by reading other people's blogs that I forgot to update mine. And opening blogs that are rarely updated reminds me of how disappointed I'd be when there is nothing new to read. Oi W.... bila mau hapdate?
I thought there was nothing new to write in here... tapi, rupa-rupanya, banyak juga mau aku ceritakan di sini.
Well, I think I have made friends with this interesting lady after reading her blog for a few days. She's one interesting character. I thought my life was screwed up and my parents were strange. I won't comment on her family life, but it is safe to say that I deem her life very colorful. Gue belum pandai buat link directly on my entry nih, so click je la kat link kat tepi nuh...
Some people say it's membuka pekung di dada. But to me, there is nothing wrong with pouring out your thoughts and emotions online. Tak semua orang boleh keep everything bottled up, and for those people yang boleh, janganlah pandang rendah to people like us. We just do things differently. In this case, no one is better than the other.
Daripada bercerita hal macam ni, dengan manusia in our immediate vicinity yang belum tentu boleh dipercayai, baik ceritakan online, where we might find people with similar experiences. Pains can be shared too, y'know?
Anyways, what have I been up to these past few weeks?
Dah berapa minggu tak pergi KK? Three weeks.
The weekend before, organize netball match for Kelab Sukan Komuniti.
Yeahahah! Aku AJK Kelab Sukan Komuniti in this town. Lawak betul la.... Mek bukan orang local, nyah. Kenapa mak terpilih?
Sebab mek diarahkan oleh boss mek untuk menghadiri mesyuarat pertama memperkenalkan kelab tersebut about 2 years ago. Masa pemilihan Ahli Jawatankuasa, mereka cadangkan mek jadi setiausaha. Weh, weh, weh... .mek pernah jadi setiausaha. Mek telah berusaha dengan setia, oleh itu mek tau apa mek akan kena buat kalau mek setuju. So mek pun dengan tegas but politely, telah menolak nama mek dari dimasukkan ke dalam list of candidates for the post. So mek pun jadi AJK je lah.... jahat mek... sebab mek tak ikhlas pun menerima jawatan tu. Grudgingly, I thought to myself, "there goes my weekends."
To tell you the truth, I keep my weekends free so that I can take off anywhere on a whim, at the spur of the moment. Kalau dah attach myself to these kinds of organizations, where got time?
Well, memang pun. Masuk minggu ni dah 3 minggu mek tak sempat pergi KK. Mek nak tengok Harry Potter, Mek tak sempat tengok Transformers, taw! Mek ni kenapa tetiba jadi fonen ni?
Tapi what I didn't realize, it can actually be fun. And bukan sepanjang tahun pun.
Sebulan lepas, the plans are put into motion. I was put in charge of organizing netball matches. The oldies were very helpful. Maklumlah, I have never organized a match before. Anyway, the day came and even though my phone number was displayed in plain view on a banner in the middle of town, alongside the other guys.... oh, me being the only lady on the banner, (Ye, aku bangga, apa masalah kau?) was scary. Scarylah, sebab, aku ni fofuler yaamatz kat sini... lain kali lah aku cerita part me being famous here. Scary sebab aku tak nak di call oleh strangers yang sikap ala-ala monyet. Actually, itu decoy number. Memang dulu I used the digi number. Tapi after a while, I ditched the sim card. Sebab? Tatau. Anyway, selamat la mek dari menerima panggilan telefon misteri ala-ala tapir.
And mek juga dah fax borang penyertaan ke serata tempat yang ada fax. Dah call sana-sini bagi tahu mengenai benda ni. Tapi yang hantar borang just 3 team je.
On the day itself, the oldies pun cam confident je netball bleh selesai menjelang malam. Sekali... 9 team showed up. Amik hang. Main style liga plak tu. Mau sampai subuh kang main.
Anyway, mula patut kul 3, tapi volleyball tak habis lagi. Sebab guna court yang sama, terpaksalah tunggu sampai habis. Mula kul 4. Main bagai nak gila, kul 9 tak habis lagi. Bebudak yang tinggal asrama jauh dari pekan, nak balik naik apa?
Apa lagi, mek pun gaduh juga la dengan oldies tu. By gaduh, I mean I presented my arguments to these guys 1. These are still kids and they have to be sent back to wherever they come from, sebab transport kat town ni stops at 6pm. Now dah 9pm, nak suh budak-budak ni balik jalan kaki atau paksa tidur kat bus station? 2. Tak boleh habiskan games malam ni juga sebab orang dah penat main dari petang tadi sampai sekarang.
And I say gaduh because, mereka berkeras nak teruskan permainan, and hampir team dari sekolah mak kena keluar sebab lambat datang. Come on la... games tu tak set on specific time, and mereka tak makan semenjak lunch tadi, takkan keluar makan and lewat sikit dah nak kena keluarkan? Lagipun boleh walk-over what? Saja la tu, malas nak kena datang lagi. Mak tak kira, mak tetap nak sambung main esok. Sapa suruh uols tunggu kul 4 baru nak mula? Sibuk nak guna court tu juga. Yang jadi mangsa, players mak juga! Mek emo masa tu, and mek addinch care pun if they think mek ni bitchy. Mek dinch care, as long as mek gets what mek wants. DQ kah mak? Takpe, mek DQ with a purpose.
Last-last, oldies ni pun setuju nak hantar anak-anak sekolah ni balik asrama and balik kampung-kampung mereka. And sambung the semi finals and final the next day. Mek sangat berpuas hati sebab perjuangan mek berbaloi.
The next day weols main lagi. And after the games, oldies ni bawak mek and AJK mek pergi makan kat KFC. Uols mesti fikir, KFC jeh? Ye lah, sini mana ada hotel 5 bintang uols. Lagipun muka berkilat, body bau seladang, tak manis dilihat masuk tempat begitu, bukan? And kalau hotel ke, fancy restaurant ke, manaleh recount the day's events and ketawa terbahak-bahak? So unbecoming taw?
Siapakah oldies ini? Mereka adalah lelaki-lelaki Cina yang over 50's; sorang freelancing accountant selepas pencen, sorang lagi peniaga barangan sukan, sorang lagi tu contractor. I knew them through KSK. Accountant tu memang la pegang tasnactiosn kan? Pekedai barangan sukan tu, tempat I ambil barangan sukan of course, while the last one tu, ajar I macam-macam pasal sukan. They are all generally nice people, tapi kalau nak apa-apa mek kena fight for what mek wants. And mereka la yang ajar mek cemana nak handle ni semua and apa nak buat. OK lah tu kan?
Anyway, habis KSK, PSKPP pulak...
Surat sampai on Thursday, Friday mesyuarat, mek terus put in charge of handling Netball for my zone and consequently for the division, this year. Sebbaik (Bella, aku tiru kau! Cumel, I can't resist) mek dah tahu apa mek kena buat to organize such things. So mek pun quickly get down to business.
Saturday, the following week, weols main. Mek terpaksa join team mek sebab tak cukup pemain. Mek apa lagi, tak cukup stamina kan? Tapi tinggi OKlah, so mestilah jadi GK. Teammates yang lain dah berlatih for KSK, so they all oklah. The team yang weols lawan tu, just showed up that day, tatau lah if theyols berlatih ke tak. Tapi team mek menang. Tapi bila time pemilihan, weols tak la hantar semua teammates mek jer. Mek pilih gak players dari team satu lagi tu, sebab ada yang bagus and knows what they are doing.
Mek tempah court tu. Sekali, Rabu, mek dapat phonecall from volleyball organizer.
Hello, Cikgu Lynette ke?
Ye, siapa ni?
Adala cikgu from SMK ******. Boss, hehehe.
OK. Apa halnya ni?
Cikgu nak guna court tu juga ke?
Ye, kenapa?
Saya dah tempah court tu lama dah.
Ye ke? Sejak bulan berapa dah tempah?
Er, saya dah hantar surat kepada mereka dah lama dah....
Ye la, lama tu bila?
By this time, mek fikir, takpelah, boleh cari court lain. I just wanted to know siapa tu.
Siapa ni?
*senyap* ...boss... hehehe
Ye la, boss pun siapa namanya? Cikgu yang mana ni? (My voice dah serious masa ni. Mek geram orang mengada-ngada tak nak bagi tahu nama bila buat panggilan telefon secara rasmi. Lagipun nak berahsia apanya? Bukan ramai benar cikgu kat bahagian ni. Mek bleh call contacts mek and trace you, occay?)
*senyap*
Takpelah kalau tak nak bagitau, saya boleh check dengan kerani sekolah awak or pada senarai AJK di PPD.
*senyap* ... Saya cikgu M****** heheheh...
Oh, awak. OKlah kalau macam tu. Saya boleh cari court lain. Terima kasihlah sebab bagitau, bye!
Mek suka bila lelaki takut kat mek macam tu taw. Mek nak buat selalu la. Hahahaha!
Anyway, I called the other court owner. Actually, a primary school in town. Their so-called netball court tu available. Tapi dah takde line. Mek kena datang cat sendiri. OK la kalo camtu, no hal. Later on petang tu mek leh ajak AJK mek buat tu.
Tettapi... hujan la plak. Esok la....
Esok pun hujan lagi....Esok la....
Ujan jugek.... Hujan lebat, nok!!!
Last-last, mek pergi pagi Sabtu. Tengok court tu masih bertakung dengan air. Mek tak nangis pun. Mek call PT mek and kata mek nak amik binding tape beberapa gulung kat kedai alatulis sekolah kami langgan tu. And mek beli penyapu sebatang. Mek balik semula kat sekolah tu and dengan bantuan kekawan mek, kami clearkan air dari lapangan tu, and get down on our knees, membuat lines for the court. It took 20 minutes and then kami pun mula main. Bagus kan cikgu-cikgu ni?
Teachers are not the evil people portrayed on TV okay? Mereka hard working and resourceful. Bukan orang gila yang suka dera anak orang tanpa sebab kukuh. I am sure at least 2% of the kids yang kena dera tu deserved the punishment one way or another, sebab degey sangat tak nak dengar cakap cikgu walau dah naik longgar geraham cikgu cakap benda yang sama je tetiap hari.
Ye, mek emo bila cikgu jadi mangsa Kementerian and ibubapa. Macam jahat sangat cikgu-cikgu ni. Dengar la dulu cerita dari kedua-dua belah pihak. (Nantilah mek cerita isu ni plak.)
Anyway... kami pun main lah... tapi ada lagi satu masalah lagi. Sebahagian pemain juga main volleyball yang sedang berlangsung kat court yang mek dah tempah sebelum tu. Cemana nak main kalau berebut player? Terpaksa la mereka pergi sana, main volleyball and datang balik for netball plak. Kesian, kan?
Bukan tak cukup cikgu. Tapi ramai cikgu tak nak turut serta. So balik-balik, weols je la yang main, tahun ke tahun.
Anyway, mek punya team dapat 2nd place. Four zones je. And nanti mek kena pilih siapa nak hantar sebagai wakil bahagian ke peringkat antara bahagian, minggu depan. Tapi, netball bukan sukan pilihan PSKPP tahun ni, so weols takkan pergi sampai Kuching untuk peringkat negeri. Tahun lepas, terpilih, tapi I was not on the team. Tapi manager tetap nak suruh mek pergi. (Nanti ni pun mek akan citer kendian)
Hari ni, mek bangun lewat. Terasa la sengal-sengal kat punggung kanan and badan sebelah kanan ni. Mek jatuh kena tolak. Ganas betul mereka main. Tapak tangan pun, both were grazed... menahan badan masa jatuh kali pertama. Kali ke-dua, mek dilanggar dan lost balance, jatuh terduduk sebelah kanan. Sepanjang hari ni mek sengal je. Not too much from the "tak stretch dulu, dah main" thing. Mek jarang kena sengal-sengal cenggini kalau mek bersukan. Tapi sebab kena banting dek cikgu-cikgu comel yang BERTUKAAAAR! jadi Gorgon bila main netball. Mak terkesima lite-lite. Tapi takpe, masa tu adrenaline pumping, mek on je.
Kau ganas? Mek lagi ganas taw?
I get so preoccupied by reading other people's blogs that I forgot to update mine. And opening blogs that are rarely updated reminds me of how disappointed I'd be when there is nothing new to read. Oi W.... bila mau hapdate?
I thought there was nothing new to write in here... tapi, rupa-rupanya, banyak juga mau aku ceritakan di sini.
Well, I think I have made friends with this interesting lady after reading her blog for a few days. She's one interesting character. I thought my life was screwed up and my parents were strange. I won't comment on her family life, but it is safe to say that I deem her life very colorful. Gue belum pandai buat link directly on my entry nih, so click je la kat link kat tepi nuh...
Some people say it's membuka pekung di dada. But to me, there is nothing wrong with pouring out your thoughts and emotions online. Tak semua orang boleh keep everything bottled up, and for those people yang boleh, janganlah pandang rendah to people like us. We just do things differently. In this case, no one is better than the other.
Daripada bercerita hal macam ni, dengan manusia in our immediate vicinity yang belum tentu boleh dipercayai, baik ceritakan online, where we might find people with similar experiences. Pains can be shared too, y'know?
Anyways, what have I been up to these past few weeks?
Dah berapa minggu tak pergi KK? Three weeks.
The weekend before, organize netball match for Kelab Sukan Komuniti.
Yeahahah! Aku AJK Kelab Sukan Komuniti in this town. Lawak betul la.... Mek bukan orang local, nyah. Kenapa mak terpilih?
Sebab mek diarahkan oleh boss mek untuk menghadiri mesyuarat pertama memperkenalkan kelab tersebut about 2 years ago. Masa pemilihan Ahli Jawatankuasa, mereka cadangkan mek jadi setiausaha. Weh, weh, weh... .mek pernah jadi setiausaha. Mek telah berusaha dengan setia, oleh itu mek tau apa mek akan kena buat kalau mek setuju. So mek pun dengan tegas but politely, telah menolak nama mek dari dimasukkan ke dalam list of candidates for the post. So mek pun jadi AJK je lah.... jahat mek... sebab mek tak ikhlas pun menerima jawatan tu. Grudgingly, I thought to myself, "there goes my weekends."
To tell you the truth, I keep my weekends free so that I can take off anywhere on a whim, at the spur of the moment. Kalau dah attach myself to these kinds of organizations, where got time?
Well, memang pun. Masuk minggu ni dah 3 minggu mek tak sempat pergi KK. Mek nak tengok Harry Potter, Mek tak sempat tengok Transformers, taw! Mek ni kenapa tetiba jadi fonen ni?
Tapi what I didn't realize, it can actually be fun. And bukan sepanjang tahun pun.
Sebulan lepas, the plans are put into motion. I was put in charge of organizing netball matches. The oldies were very helpful. Maklumlah, I have never organized a match before. Anyway, the day came and even though my phone number was displayed in plain view on a banner in the middle of town, alongside the other guys.... oh, me being the only lady on the banner, (Ye, aku bangga, apa masalah kau?) was scary. Scarylah, sebab, aku ni fofuler yaamatz kat sini... lain kali lah aku cerita part me being famous here. Scary sebab aku tak nak di call oleh strangers yang sikap ala-ala monyet. Actually, itu decoy number. Memang dulu I used the digi number. Tapi after a while, I ditched the sim card. Sebab? Tatau. Anyway, selamat la mek dari menerima panggilan telefon misteri ala-ala tapir.
And mek juga dah fax borang penyertaan ke serata tempat yang ada fax. Dah call sana-sini bagi tahu mengenai benda ni. Tapi yang hantar borang just 3 team je.
On the day itself, the oldies pun cam confident je netball bleh selesai menjelang malam. Sekali... 9 team showed up. Amik hang. Main style liga plak tu. Mau sampai subuh kang main.
Anyway, mula patut kul 3, tapi volleyball tak habis lagi. Sebab guna court yang sama, terpaksalah tunggu sampai habis. Mula kul 4. Main bagai nak gila, kul 9 tak habis lagi. Bebudak yang tinggal asrama jauh dari pekan, nak balik naik apa?
Apa lagi, mek pun gaduh juga la dengan oldies tu. By gaduh, I mean I presented my arguments to these guys 1. These are still kids and they have to be sent back to wherever they come from, sebab transport kat town ni stops at 6pm. Now dah 9pm, nak suh budak-budak ni balik jalan kaki atau paksa tidur kat bus station? 2. Tak boleh habiskan games malam ni juga sebab orang dah penat main dari petang tadi sampai sekarang.
And I say gaduh because, mereka berkeras nak teruskan permainan, and hampir team dari sekolah mak kena keluar sebab lambat datang. Come on la... games tu tak set on specific time, and mereka tak makan semenjak lunch tadi, takkan keluar makan and lewat sikit dah nak kena keluarkan? Lagipun boleh walk-over what? Saja la tu, malas nak kena datang lagi. Mak tak kira, mak tetap nak sambung main esok. Sapa suruh uols tunggu kul 4 baru nak mula? Sibuk nak guna court tu juga. Yang jadi mangsa, players mak juga! Mek emo masa tu, and mek addinch care pun if they think mek ni bitchy. Mek dinch care, as long as mek gets what mek wants. DQ kah mak? Takpe, mek DQ with a purpose.
Last-last, oldies ni pun setuju nak hantar anak-anak sekolah ni balik asrama and balik kampung-kampung mereka. And sambung the semi finals and final the next day. Mek sangat berpuas hati sebab perjuangan mek berbaloi.
The next day weols main lagi. And after the games, oldies ni bawak mek and AJK mek pergi makan kat KFC. Uols mesti fikir, KFC jeh? Ye lah, sini mana ada hotel 5 bintang uols. Lagipun muka berkilat, body bau seladang, tak manis dilihat masuk tempat begitu, bukan? And kalau hotel ke, fancy restaurant ke, manaleh recount the day's events and ketawa terbahak-bahak? So unbecoming taw?
Siapakah oldies ini? Mereka adalah lelaki-lelaki Cina yang over 50's; sorang freelancing accountant selepas pencen, sorang lagi peniaga barangan sukan, sorang lagi tu contractor. I knew them through KSK. Accountant tu memang la pegang tasnactiosn kan? Pekedai barangan sukan tu, tempat I ambil barangan sukan of course, while the last one tu, ajar I macam-macam pasal sukan. They are all generally nice people, tapi kalau nak apa-apa mek kena fight for what mek wants. And mereka la yang ajar mek cemana nak handle ni semua and apa nak buat. OK lah tu kan?
Anyway, habis KSK, PSKPP pulak...
Surat sampai on Thursday, Friday mesyuarat, mek terus put in charge of handling Netball for my zone and consequently for the division, this year. Sebbaik (Bella, aku tiru kau! Cumel, I can't resist) mek dah tahu apa mek kena buat to organize such things. So mek pun quickly get down to business.
Saturday, the following week, weols main. Mek terpaksa join team mek sebab tak cukup pemain. Mek apa lagi, tak cukup stamina kan? Tapi tinggi OKlah, so mestilah jadi GK. Teammates yang lain dah berlatih for KSK, so they all oklah. The team yang weols lawan tu, just showed up that day, tatau lah if theyols berlatih ke tak. Tapi team mek menang. Tapi bila time pemilihan, weols tak la hantar semua teammates mek jer. Mek pilih gak players dari team satu lagi tu, sebab ada yang bagus and knows what they are doing.
Mek tempah court tu. Sekali, Rabu, mek dapat phonecall from volleyball organizer.
Hello, Cikgu Lynette ke?
Ye, siapa ni?
Adala cikgu from SMK ******. Boss, hehehe.
OK. Apa halnya ni?
Cikgu nak guna court tu juga ke?
Ye, kenapa?
Saya dah tempah court tu lama dah.
Ye ke? Sejak bulan berapa dah tempah?
Er, saya dah hantar surat kepada mereka dah lama dah....
Ye la, lama tu bila?
By this time, mek fikir, takpelah, boleh cari court lain. I just wanted to know siapa tu.
Siapa ni?
*senyap* ...boss... hehehe
Ye la, boss pun siapa namanya? Cikgu yang mana ni? (My voice dah serious masa ni. Mek geram orang mengada-ngada tak nak bagi tahu nama bila buat panggilan telefon secara rasmi. Lagipun nak berahsia apanya? Bukan ramai benar cikgu kat bahagian ni. Mek bleh call contacts mek and trace you, occay?)
*senyap*
Takpelah kalau tak nak bagitau, saya boleh check dengan kerani sekolah awak or pada senarai AJK di PPD.
*senyap* ... Saya cikgu M****** heheheh...
Oh, awak. OKlah kalau macam tu. Saya boleh cari court lain. Terima kasihlah sebab bagitau, bye!
Mek suka bila lelaki takut kat mek macam tu taw. Mek nak buat selalu la. Hahahaha!
Anyway, I called the other court owner. Actually, a primary school in town. Their so-called netball court tu available. Tapi dah takde line. Mek kena datang cat sendiri. OK la kalo camtu, no hal. Later on petang tu mek leh ajak AJK mek buat tu.
Tettapi... hujan la plak. Esok la....
Esok pun hujan lagi....Esok la....
Ujan jugek.... Hujan lebat, nok!!!
Last-last, mek pergi pagi Sabtu. Tengok court tu masih bertakung dengan air. Mek tak nangis pun. Mek call PT mek and kata mek nak amik binding tape beberapa gulung kat kedai alatulis sekolah kami langgan tu. And mek beli penyapu sebatang. Mek balik semula kat sekolah tu and dengan bantuan kekawan mek, kami clearkan air dari lapangan tu, and get down on our knees, membuat lines for the court. It took 20 minutes and then kami pun mula main. Bagus kan cikgu-cikgu ni?
Teachers are not the evil people portrayed on TV okay? Mereka hard working and resourceful. Bukan orang gila yang suka dera anak orang tanpa sebab kukuh. I am sure at least 2% of the kids yang kena dera tu deserved the punishment one way or another, sebab degey sangat tak nak dengar cakap cikgu walau dah naik longgar geraham cikgu cakap benda yang sama je tetiap hari.
Ye, mek emo bila cikgu jadi mangsa Kementerian and ibubapa. Macam jahat sangat cikgu-cikgu ni. Dengar la dulu cerita dari kedua-dua belah pihak. (Nantilah mek cerita isu ni plak.)
Anyway... kami pun main lah... tapi ada lagi satu masalah lagi. Sebahagian pemain juga main volleyball yang sedang berlangsung kat court yang mek dah tempah sebelum tu. Cemana nak main kalau berebut player? Terpaksa la mereka pergi sana, main volleyball and datang balik for netball plak. Kesian, kan?
Bukan tak cukup cikgu. Tapi ramai cikgu tak nak turut serta. So balik-balik, weols je la yang main, tahun ke tahun.
Anyway, mek punya team dapat 2nd place. Four zones je. And nanti mek kena pilih siapa nak hantar sebagai wakil bahagian ke peringkat antara bahagian, minggu depan. Tapi, netball bukan sukan pilihan PSKPP tahun ni, so weols takkan pergi sampai Kuching untuk peringkat negeri. Tahun lepas, terpilih, tapi I was not on the team. Tapi manager tetap nak suruh mek pergi. (Nanti ni pun mek akan citer kendian)
Hari ni, mek bangun lewat. Terasa la sengal-sengal kat punggung kanan and badan sebelah kanan ni. Mek jatuh kena tolak. Ganas betul mereka main. Tapak tangan pun, both were grazed... menahan badan masa jatuh kali pertama. Kali ke-dua, mek dilanggar dan lost balance, jatuh terduduk sebelah kanan. Sepanjang hari ni mek sengal je. Not too much from the "tak stretch dulu, dah main" thing. Mek jarang kena sengal-sengal cenggini kalau mek bersukan. Tapi sebab kena banting dek cikgu-cikgu comel yang BERTUKAAAAR! jadi Gorgon bila main netball. Mak terkesima lite-lite. Tapi takpe, masa tu adrenaline pumping, mek on je.
Kau ganas? Mek lagi ganas taw?
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