Too many sadness
Too many
Too many disappointments
Too many
Too many disagreements
Too many
Too many expectations
Too many
Too many frustrations
Too many
Take me, take me away
And return me, free.
Too many sadness
Too many
Too many disappointments
Too many
Too many disagreements
Too many
Too many expectations
Too many
Too many frustrations
Too many
Take me, take me away
And return me, free.
Hari ini aku buat aktiviti membaca blog orang lain. Istilah yang lebih santainya, blog-walking. Biasalah aku konon-konon skematik. Habis baca blog Naja, berpindah pula ke blog Syed. Terjumpa link ke cerita Darjah Satu Syed. Tergelak-gelak aku memikirkan waktu aku sendiri berada di darjah satu. Jadi mahu jugalah aku coretkan di sini, sementelah pula (haha kenapa aku cakap macamni) aku memang tak boleh tidur. Hari ini sedikit melankoli atas alasan yang bermacam-macam. Padahal esok hari kerja. Masaklah aku, esok sudahlah tak boleh tidur sebab ikut jadual giliran aku yang basuh pinggan setelah kanak-kanak habis makan tengahari.
Anyway.
Kisah darjah satu seorang Keon.
Masa darjah satu haruslah tak ada orang panggil aku Keon. Nama tu tiba-tiba muncul di tingkatan satu. Drama lain pula, sebab asalnya panggilan Keon itu adalah panggilan senior lelaki aku, tapi takpe, itu kita simpan untuk hari yang lain (kalau ada mood nak menulis sebegini muncul lagi.)
Masa aku darjah satu, orang panggil Nisa.
Parents aku masih panggil aku Baby kadang-kadang, Icha, Nisha ikut suka mak aku sebab aku adalah anak sulung kemanjaan dia. Tapi kat sekolah, Nisa. I'm not too thrilled about the idea of going to school, walaupun it's not the first time of me going to such institution. Aku tak pernah bertadika di Malaysia, tapi tahun sebelumnya aku sekeluarga ikut ayah aku menyambung pelajaran peringkat Mastersnya di UK selama setahun setengah. Oleh kerana tahap primary school di England bermula seawal 6 tahun, suka atau tidak aku terpaksa bersekolah. Tapi bersekolah di England dan Malaysia obviously akan ada banyak perbezaan. Primary One yang aku ikuti banyak aktiviti vokasional seperti baking, painting, reading, dan akan ada story time setiap hari di mana ada volunteers buat story telling. Holidays akan ada lawatan sambil belajar ke petting zoo, parks dan sebagainya. Tak ada school uniforms.
Darjah satu di Malaysia, aku berbaju pinafore. Hari pertama, pagi-pagi ummi kejutkan, siapkan aku dan ambil gambar pertama. Masih ada gambar aku yang kurus keding berbaju pinafore dengan wajah jelas tak mahu ke sekolah. Menyandang beg sekolah hijau pilihan ayahku, aku pun pergi ke sekolah, termakan pujukan bahawa jiran aku pun turut bersekolah. Tapi abang (apa entah nama dia) tu darjah tiga. Hari orientasi, aku elok duduk di kelas sendiri sebab ayah yang bawa.
All hell break loose pada hari persekolahan pertama.
Aku pergi naik van. Aku pun taktahu kenapa ayah tak hantar sendiri, mungkin dia nak biasakan aku dengan menaiki van dengan abang jiran aku yang darjah tiga itu. Aku pun menurut. Tak ada bantahan, tak ada mengamuk. Sampai di sekolah, Abang jiran aku terus pergi ke kelasnya, pilih tempat. Entah kenapa hari itu aku mengikut dia membabi buta. Aku ingat lagi dia kata, ni kelas aku lah! Pergilah cari kelas kau! Tanpa belas kasihan kat aku yang obviously lupa kelas aku kelas apa, lol. Kemudian perhimpunan pun start, dan aku pun ikut barisan kelas entah mana entah. Habis perhimpunan, aku terus berjalan mengikut barisan dan masuk ke kelas. Duduk diam-diam. Kalau ingat semula, aku rasa dari hari pertama tu dah boleh nampak aku memang socially awkward. Tapi tak throw tantrum langsung. Guru kelas masuk dan panggil nama.
Nama kau takde dalam list, Khairunnisa. Yay.
Aku pun dengan penuh berani pergi ke depan kelas. Excuse me, my name wasn't on the list.
Guru kelas aku bingung. Lepas berbincang dengan guru kelas sebelah, barulah aku dihantar ke kelas yang sepatutnya. Haha. Dan hari pun berjalan seperti biasa.
Balik sekolah, aku dijadualkan ummi untuk mandi, makan dan nap. Masa aku darjah satu ummi tak hantar ke sekolah agama. Kesian, katanya.
Aku tak ingat sangat details masa darjah satu selain dari aku takde kawan perempuan, aku suka buat latihan sampai buku sekolah habis, aku tension dengan cikgu English sebab sebutan dia tak sama dengan sebutan aku, then yang terbaik sekali aku ditolak jatuh dari van sekolah oleh seorang budak berbangsa India sampai dahi aku koyak terseret jalan tar, parutnya kekal sampai sekarang. Bab takde kawan perempuan tu entah kenapa, mungkin aku tomboy suka main bawah tangga sampai berjuta kali kena marah dengan pengawas darjah tiga nan berlagak tua. Buku latihan sampai koyak sebab kena padam habis yang aku terlebih rajin siapkan satu buku sedangkan cikgu bagi homework satu page saja. Diligent sangat dah kenapa.
Sekarang bila kerja part time jadi pembantu guru tadika, aku selalu teringat waktu aku sendiri kecik, dan tak ada siapa-siapa nak guide aku kat sekolah sebab aku sulung, dan abang jiran aku tu bila dah jumpa kawan langsung tak ingat adik jiran dia yang bertuah ini.
Tepat pukul 11. Eloklah aku masuk tidur dan sambung melankoli aku sambil melayan kerenah anak-anak kecil tadika esok. :)
Assalamualaykum.
It was a short meeting. (Short, compared to my usual hangouts. LOL.) But I'm writing this down cz I never, went out with strangers. Ever. From Twitter. Or anywhere else. Tho we are basically friends. On Twitter.
There they were, Naja and Syed, waiting for me, 'exerting dominance' like the Nyan cat pooping rainbows everywhere. I was grinning automatically. My usual nervous-product-kinda-grin, cz I was late. My fast walking wasn't, tho. That's one habit I had since entering the boarding school, and not planning to break it anytime soon cz it's super useful during ward rounds, haha. The one that my group of friends utilize to book our place in line at the DS, only to be cut down by obnoxious seniors. But that's a different story.
The cafe we planned to go to wasn't open till another one hour or so. I haven't had my breakfast yet, so I suggested that we go and have our breakie at the foodcourt. As usual, the boring me picked coffee and toast while these two...something heavier I don't remember. I ate extra clumsily. Heck I hate meeting new people...but really the tension isn't that much as I expected. I really don't know what to say, really. I ate. Said some stuff. I can't quite heard Syed's voice which is a bit high pitched, at first I wanna ask whether he had a sore throat or something, but didn't, cz it might come out as rude. And Naja didn't even say anything about it too, so I concluded it has to be his natural pitch. By the end of the day I got used to it tho. Lol Syed I know you'll read this and I am absolutely sorry for asking you the same things again and again but sometimes I gave up like the fact that I couldn't catch the name of ur workplace till now (confession! Haha omg) but I feel like it was rude of me to ask again so there...
Naja was exactly how I expect he would be. Awkward in person, hyper on the net. Lol. But he looked calm alright. Done eating, we went inside Kino and roam for a bit. Naja's bag caused the sensors to beep like crazy at the door till we were stopped by the guard. Crazy sensors! So much for our first meet up. Lol. This should be in your cerpen, man. Like seriously.
We then went to the Little Penang Cafe as planned. Ais kacang, ais kacang, ais kacang, I chanted in my head. We introverts went and picked the very crook at the end of the cafe. Syed took out his laptop and his writer's aura (I totally imagined him wearing the figurative crown lol); me and Naja, our notebooks. Then I didn't know what to do, really, so I just ordered my much anticipated abc and my curry mee. And I do what Keon do best: eating. Eating and talking and more eating. Actually we went out to discuss ideas, commenting on Syed's ongoing novel and do a collab (I know like what does this even mean) but yeah. At the cafe, only then Syed emailed me his work and he expected me to read it in 30 secs I guess lol hahaha so not gonna happen dude. So I ate and wrote one poem okay la huh at least something must come out of this.
After that we roamed around for something la I totally forgot what, then again, we go and eat (yasss) at Wendy's. Gotta get me em fries, guys. This girl over here runs on potatoes. Lol. So much for my mom's nickname for me: Si Muka Kentang. And Syed's typing away on his laptop and we talked some more. Then we went for prayers, then we went back by the LRT, took some we-fies before that of course and trolled on this petronas guy wearing his name tag on the train while exchanging sniggers. Gosh. At this point I feel like, this is crazy! How could I become so cozy with these two and trolling other people on whatsapp, /together/?! Then I know, that sometimes it's good to get out of my comfort zone (cz before I did say I'd rather continue becoming friends with these guys on the net rather than really meeting them.)
Syed boarded off at the Masjid Jamek station, and Naja and me separated ways at the line between the ladies coach and the general coach at KL Sentral lol.
So there! My awkward meeting with the idunnowhattonamedis before we named ourselves Golongan Pelik Saling Mengampu (taken from the expression in one of Shin Chan's episodes)
On my side, I'm very, very happy to have friends with the same passion (that, being writing, despite me being so lazy to do some real ones,) friends who wouldn't mind me asking for words translation in the middle of the day and night or being honest that their ideas should be improved, or that their blog 6 years back were totally hilarious. I am glad I have the chance to know and meet the two of you, Najahul Akhyar and Syed Badruzzaman. And me being one of the members of the Golongan Pelik Saling Mengampu, do visit http://ashoulderon.blogspot.com (Naja's) and http://bedaduz2.blogspot.com (Syed's) for awesome writings and come back to my blog cz I'm totally kidding- not. ;)
I meant to write all this in my Austin Kleon's journal but I couldn't find the page that sparked this meet up- the page that said grab a coffee and write about it. But anyway, what's the use of my blog aite hehehe
There you go! My total afternoon nap, spent writing this piece of something mhahha okay bye gotta go wake the kids up :)
Assalamualaykum.