Saturday, August 25, 2012

Make Some Money. Be Here Every Ramadan

Once you've tasted Ramadan in Mecca, you'd never want to spend Ramadan anywhere else in the world.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

I grew up believing at the end of the road is where I'd meet the woman I would love with everything I got.  She's the prettiest anyone had ever seen, with hair so golden and lips so red that folks would say to  me something like, your missus is Elizabeth Taylor in real life. And the end of the road where the sun shines real bright, I grew up believing, is where my home would be.  Somewhere far from Dungun, some place with a name like Ireland or something because I don't want to have anything to do with Dungun anymore what with folks behaving funny and laugh at things like if you are a child like the rest of the children in the village, how come your father has never came home?

Monday, July 30, 2012

Meet Me At The End Of The Road

The stories I've told.

There are more stories I have to tell.  Stories that have taken a new meaning now that I've started to understand a thing or two about things that I thought I knew something about.  Stories that make me laugh so hard in the middle of the night that neighbors might think I've gone to the dark side, having lived  all my life this way.  Or how about stories that take me back to the end of the road where I started.
Meet me at the end of the road.  We might get started on beautiful things.

Saturday, June 09, 2012


Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Low Profile Kinda Folk

No need to hold on to my arms as if you're not going to let it go come what may; walking into a restaurant close to midnight after feeling kinda hungry being together in the room of a nice hotel overlooking the water fountain in the very heart of Jakarta. Middle age folk like us can't be seen walking too close to each other as if we are conjoined at the chest, feeling so much in love that those around us don't matter. Middle age folk like us usually walk kinda further away from each other, not talking to each other all that much at the table but that's not what I mean. I don't feel too comfortable walking this close with you into a restaurant giving folks the impression that we've just discovered love and the rest of the world can very much go on its business while we walk about as if you are the new middle age Juliet and I am the new middle age Romeo.
We shouldn't be seen to be too in love in public to be walking too close to each other that I gotta calculate every step to avoid stepping on your toes that could could do serious damage to you. No, neither am I saying that we should be walking two miles apart from each other. Let's just walk at a comfortable distance married folk our age normally do. Yes you can hold my hand and squeeze it a little but that's about all we should be doing in public at this hour of the night.
A low profile kinda guy like me really hate attention especially this hour of night when folk with extra imagination will start to paint all kinda stories about us being out this late in this here restaurant in this here hotel. The last thing I want is to give 'em the impression that we are middle age lovers on a weekend of sin whereas you and I know we are as married as a middle age married couple can get except that we just got married last month but that doesn't give us the right to behave as if we are in our early 20s.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Awang Goneng & Kak Teh

Folk are not sure who this Bergen really is but then it doesn't really matter because all they want is to read what he writes every now and then. Of course he writes funny most of the time; that's because he learnt English from movies he watched as a kid growing up in Dungun. He did most of the watching in a cinema called Panggung Happy which has been long demolished to make way for a spanking new building selling all kinds of stuff but not as much stuff you can find at Pekan Rabu in Alor Setar, but close enough to be one. Of course the folk running the shops don't speak like the girls minding the shops at Pekan Rabu but you get the idea what's the idea behind the construction of such a builing, which is to complement the one and only bus terminal the town will ever have if ever the town like Dungun will be the state capital of Terengganu one fine day when folk are fed up with Kuala Terengganu being so far north.
This Bergen character came out of the blue when blogging was the favorite thing to do among folk his age who found the shortest way to consider themselves a writer or something like that. At first this Bergen guy wrote things that didn't matter to none; things like his life before he discovered that there was more to life than going about with folk who didn't know any better that fun and laughter came to an end too, just like life itself.
And so this Bergen guy discovered the joy of writing and heaven knows he tried very hard to learn every trick in the book to be a writer. It took him almost a decade to finally muster what he got in him and start writing. The first entry of the blog was nothing but a completely gibberish sentences of a guy who drank too much coffee.
And then he discovered Kak Teh. After that he discovered Awang Goneng. And things changed. He discovered sentences that can be written in many different ways. And then he tried to write like Kak Teh, and Awang Goneng but it didn't work out.
And so he met them one day for lunch. And he tried harder to write. And he's been trying since and still trying.

Monday, October 24, 2011

The Biggest Secret.

Wan Yah would probably not talk to me for days but it's the kinda risk I'm gonna have to take when it comes to Ducati. And so I drove to Naza to check out the new Ducati Monster 795 and paid the deposit. I got home and Wan Yah says; We have to be in Penang this weekend and so I say, okay, madam. But she asks again, where did you go? I say, oh, I was at Naza motor. Why? I just booked a new top of the range Kia Sportage for you.

Looks like I gotta go to Naza again tomorrow and book the Sportage for real.