Indahnya Sungai Penchala... Exposure Bagi Sapa Yg Tak Penah Sampai.....

I first heard about Sungai Penchala in 1985 when Al-Arqam case was an issue during that time.
Sungai Penchala and it's related area: Bukit Lanjan, Kg Palimbayan, Pinggir Taman Tun Dr. Ismail... is creating sentimenal value to me... as the time goes by...

I've been living here since year 2001.
I prefer to stay here rather than my previous resident at Bandar Seri Damansara or new developed housing area like Kota Damansara, Sri Damansara, Damansara Damai or Saujana Damansara...

Here, Masjid Tengku Abdul Aziz Shah (painted in School Bus color)
is one of the landmark in Kampung Sungai Penchala.
Located in T-juntion in the middle of Sungai Penchala's hub.
This masjid can be seen from Penchala Link Expressway.
There's a new masjid replacing this masjid build in the inner area of Sungai Penchala near to Sekolah Kebangsaan Sungai Penchala.

Others, Masjid on Al-Hambra Hill also known as Balai Islam near Pertronas Fuel Station Sungai Penchala where can be seen from Damansara-Puchong Highway (LDP).

Please turn to right to reach my house...
My house is just 300metres from this Yellow Masjid.
To go further to the upper area of Sungai Penchala known as Palimbayan.

This photo taking session was done during evening rain (5.00pm - 6.45pm).

Alone in my car, my Cyber-Shot handphone on steering wheels.....

All I can say Sungai Penchala is full of hilly slopes and valley.
When you looked out of your vehicles window, you cannot see many houses...
but when you go out from vehicles and look beyond yellow fences, you will discover a lot of houses down there in the valley...

A 45 degree sloped road

Sample of road at Bukit Lanjan, neighborhood area... where aboriginal tribes lives there.
Today most of the Aboriginal Tribes @ Orang Asli were given a piece of Bungalow lots per family at Damansara Perdana where the price of property very high compared to other places.

Still, the Orang Asli cannot adapt themselves to the new environment.
I had a peek into their house in 2005.
The owner still loves to lay on the naked concrete car porch floor.

I can say, all over Sungai Penchala is a piece of land, divided into thousands of lots.
Originally, when you turn right from Yellow Masjid, starting from year 1960's - 1970's
rich peoples bought a hilly lands to make an orchard... (dusun)... Rambutan Orchard or Durian Orchard. Until today, we can see the remains of orchard.

Even my current house right now was built in 1971.
Originally a rest house for rambutan and durian orchard.
You can examine the lay-out, architecture and design, totally like a challet in it's hey day.
Sekarang sudah jadi rahsia rumah tualah... sarang anai-anai, tupai dan cicak hutan...
There's 4 rambutan trees next to my house. 3 teakwood trees (pokok jati emas) behind my house. On this small hill, theres 3 other houses and a bangsal.

The picture above is an example of rest house where the owner stays during fruits season.
Scarry, spooky and I felt very uneasy passing this area.

At this point, please be reminded, once you enter Palimbayan area,
I can guarantee you will never find a Malay's house in it... All belongs to Indonesian called Orang Kerinchi or Orang Minang...

The settlement of Indonesia, mainly from North Sumatera, Padang or Kerinchi.
They conquer the hilly slopes to bulid a house on it.

I used to visit one of their house at the foot of hill... just before Penchala Link Tunnel was build.
They use natural source of water from hill... (air bukit)... no tap, no plumbing, just a rubber hose plugged 1,500meter away from house to the water source...

The water drains non-stop, fill-up the water compartments in bathroom, continuosly, they let go the excess water fleed on the bathroom's floor to the drain and then to the Penchala's River (covered by concrete).

Once you reached the end of the road... you only can go off-road journey to Mont Kiara or Segambut... on your feet or motocycling.

On your right is ZA Art Studio. That's the end.
On your left - Surau or Musolla.
It was a bit scary here ... being alone without accompanied.
Quite risky and dangerous for a woman.
I could sense a danger here, let's quickly U-Turn and leave!

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A surau at the end of the road

Flyaway To China 24.04.08...

Temporarily, I will be away from my beloved country starting tomorrow until further notice.



Now, 11.20pm I'm packing and start searching
for the outfits and relevant documents and helpful equipments...



Bye-bye... 'till we meet again... tunggooooooooooooooo....!

Hishhh... tunggang langgang aka tunggang terbalik stock makanan aku...

Member Belanja Makan2 Kat Up-Town Damansara..

Malam tadi, 19th April 2008 pukul 8.30 malam,
aku & hubby pegi sini. Kat Damansara Up-Town,
dah lama aku tak pegi Damansara Utama, sejak late night market @ bazaar dah kena pindah
ke Up-Town 'De Kota di Kota Damansara...
kalau tak ringan jer kaki malam-malam naik scooter dengan hubby aku
tinjau sana, tinjau sini nengok apa yang best.
Ni pegi pun pasal member aku nak belanja, apalagi...
nasib baik hubby aku sporting nak join,
kalau tak aku kenalah pegi sengsorang, malaslah macam tuh...

Aku suka ngat minum Carrot Juice + Milk... sedap & sweet, tulah pasal aku ngoder gelas besor...
Yang gelas ada kaki tuh Carrot Juice without milk...
Cuma Brocolli Soup dia rasa macam Spinach Soup... tak braper sedap.

Aku makan yang nih... Medium cooked Beef Steak with Black Mushroom sauce.
Manis ajer rasa daging stengah masak...
(aku ada tebiat pelik makan daging...
suka ngat makan daging mentah atau half cooked... nyum, nyum, nyum...)

Nih gambar-gambar nih aku dah auto fix editing guna Adobe Photoshop 3.2 Starter Edition
Kalu tak gambornyer agak samar-samar dalam simbahan pengcahayaan lampu yang agak suram... environment The Ship yang nak bagi effect cosy kot...
(aku bukannya tahu guna pun,
bab-bab Hi-Tech & Gadget nih aku memang agak terorot ketinggalan dalam dunia blog nih...
tapi kalau dikalangan member-member aku, aku boleh dikatakan yang termaju sikitlah...)

Hubby aku makan Spring Chicken...
aku pulak tersalah sebut Spring Chicken tuh = Anak ayam...
Member aku (Chinese) pulak citer
orang Vietnam makan anak ayam yang masih embryo/fetus duk dalam telur ayam...
Cian hubby aku, dia rasa macam masuk Fear Factor pulak sampai tak boleh meneruskan aktiviti pemakanannya, takpalah, waktutuh, hanya drumstick peha ayam yang tinggal sebelah...yang lain dah beres...

Nengok nih, aku dalam tiba-tiba kena apantah >TAG<

Nengok nih, aku dalam tiba-tiba kena apantah [ TAG ]
dek Cik Jentayu Tiara

This is another of those Linky Love game
where you only have to tag 10 person in one post
but still there is no actual limit (you can tag more if you want!).
Once tagged, you have to copy paste the link in this post,
and make them grow!
Do not delete any of the links and be honest to yourself!

BennyLiew, RamblingMoo, Mum & Kids In Wonderland, Judelittle, Our mini blogsphere,
Rooms in My Heart, http://janiceng.blogspot.com/, ChinNee, Jo-N, LadyJava's Lounge, Apples Of The Eyes, aNgRiAniWoRLd, persismutiara, Along Arman, papa mafia, kuina, aiSYA iaSYA: MindHeartBodySoul

Aku bingung, lamaku termenung...
Aku bukannya blogger yang fofular dan terbilang di arena ini...
Namun ku punya tanggungjawab untuk menunaikan amanah yang diberikan..
Maka, dengan ini dengan segala segala hormatnya...

TAG kepada:

1. The Mind, The Heart, The Lines
2. Ku Di Halaman Rindu
3.PapaTriton
4. Oittt Kelat
5. Van Der Shraaf
6. Sesuci Luahan Pankreasku


Aku hanya mampu 6 sahaja...
Terserahlah... Tiada desakan, Tiada Paksaan... Atas Kerelaan masing-masing...

8 in the Saturday's Morning (19th April 2008)

Ini hari harinya Sabtu... ku bangun dalam keadaan yang sungguh sengap-sunyi...
Hmmm... menapak aku ke ruang tamu... jam tua mati di situ...
Dan cawan sisa kopi masih ada di atas rak...
malam tadi hubby aku minum kopi nampaknya...

Aku terkebil-kebil...
buka semua tingkap nako,
biar cahaya matahari masuk,
biar pengaliran udara bagus dan bersih lagi segar,
biar mudah-mudahan rezekipun masyukkkkk.... murah rejekinya...
bagus umurnya, berkat hidupnya, amiiiiiin...

Sempat lagi aku mengerling ke arah rak usang yang berkepuk dengan habuk...
Uishhh... masih ada gmbar kenangan hari aqad nikahku di situ...
Oh, sentimentalnya dia punya value

Ku 'on'kan lap-top.
Nak jugak cuba-cuba mobile blogging...
entah apa dia cakap tak menjadik-jadik dan berjaya pun tidak...

Ikut manual, dia kata buleh blogging dari handphone... mana? Tada-pa-pa-pun...?

Aku fed-up? Mungkin pasrah di pagi yang terpilu ini...
Hendak ku picnic, anak-anakku sudah balik ke kampung Wan & Aki di Pahang...
So, aku pegi ke tepian nako, arah matahari naik, bentang alas meja, bila dah terhampar, aku atur makanan , so aku picnic sorang-sorang kat tepi nako tingkap, beralaskan carpet... sambil-sambil dengar lagu dari PC.

Makan tetap makan. Makan untuk hidup.
Pandang tetap pandang,
pandang segala mainan anak-anakku yang berterabur tak sempat ku kemas.....
jap lagi aku sapu masuk dalam bakul, sorok....

Lepas makan, baru sempat nak telek purse aku.
Ini hari 19haribulan. Jusco Card Member Day 17haribulan...
Tengok, aku ada RM10 hinggit cash Voucher x 13pcs = RM130 cash voucher
yang aku redeem dari Jusco Card adik aku yang aku pinjam
(baru buat 16haribulan April, semata-mata atas permintaan aku.
Rugi wooo tak buat with every RM100 spent, J.card Member can redeem RM10 Cash Voucher... Jusco's Staff pun tarak untung itu macam).

Buyer Yg Jadik Papparazi Di Hari Jusco Card Member Day

Pening kepala makchik nengok orang macam ulat dari atas...
Nih belum nengok dari tingkat 3
macam kat Jusco Bandar Utama Complex Concourse area...
huih... tak daya mak chik..

Ha... lama benar rasanya aku tak berkecimpung
& menerjunkan diriku ke dalam dunia pem'blog'an nih... Rinduku bertandang lagi..
Apa buleh buat, I'am a very busy woman, dengan anak-anak, dengan suami, dengan kerja yang tunggu queue, dengan 3 new stores nak Jusco nak bukak nih, dengan planning Raya 2008
... dengan nak renew Annual Trading Term dengan suppliers berderet-deret..
...ehmm... alahai...
pastu nak kumpul suppliers pegi Siti Nurhaliza Charity Night Gala Dinner lah pulak... hamboi, macam nak lompat ke company lainlah pulak... aku bagai di dalam pressure cooker...




Ini aku nak taruk gambar yang aku tangkap masa Wangsa Maju J.Card Member Day 17th April 2008 ari tu.. Aku siap buat 'Happy Hour' lelong pakai hailer further clearance & up discount 70% untuk Ready Made Curtain & Cushions... Pakai vogue, tapi jadi juru lelong lah pulak...



"Mari, mari, rapat-rapat, haaaa... pilih kak, haa.. beli kak... pilih amoi... pasar malam pun tatak dapat ini halega..."


Orang sibuk membeli, sibuk membelah, awak sibuk cari bahan article untuk blog...
Customers bengang dengan aku kot tetibe tukang lelong petik handphone sana, tangkap muka derang masuk gambar... tak rela you...

Hadiah Utk Sweet Tooth Dari: Law Soo Ying

Jajan & Makanan tak berkhasiat ini adalah sumbangan ikhlas Miss Law,
musuh atau kawan, aku pun tak taw... mungkin musuh dalam selimut kot...

Aku dgn Miss Law nih, ibarat citer "Rush Hour" ler kaedahnya.
Aku Si Chris Tucker tuh, dia ibarat Jackie Chan.

Nih sumer, aku dengan apit kiri aku, si Aida yang bertanggungjawab jadi tukang makan.

Berikut, aku tempek skali gambar Miss Law, sebagai "Tribute To Miss Law".

Law suka sangat beli & makan kopok ketam jenama 'MiMi'... huh, banyak ajinomoto tuh Law...
Pagi-pagi seawal pukul 8 pagi, Law sudah bawak sebotol Coca-Cola ker 100 Plus ker, Ice Cream Soda ker... banyak gula bin calory tu Law sayang oiii...

Bila aku bisying-bisying, Law dah pandai wat strategy baru, dia bungkus botol air tuh dengan plastik bag, baik punya cover kononnya camouflage... aku fikir dia nak suruh aku ingat dia refill air masak dalam botol tuh... Pun lagi aku bisying. Esok lusa kalu ko kena diabetes Law, sapa yang susah? Ko dah ler sebatang kara...


Aku dah lama tak minum iced beverages nih... ada ari tuh kat Food Court Jusco Wangsa Maju, aku terliur nak minum jugek... (adik aku beli 3 cup air laici, satu non-iced untuk dia, aku pun order non-iced, tapi dia terorder iced punya untuk aku, so dia beli yang non-iced satu lagik)...
mender dah ada kat depan mata, so aku pun gatei minum yang ada ice,

Astaghfirullahal'azimmmmmm....
Aku mintak ampun taubat... sekali dia tangkap, sentap sampai ke hotak, pening, sengal sampai ubun-ubun, kening sejuknya... jatuh abis fork & spoon, terlerai dari genggaman...
Adalah kat 3 minit ker 5 minit aku sentap... adik aku dah gabra (ramai pulak ingat aku kena brain cancer waktu tuh, termasuk janitor kat situh)...

Dah abis sentap bin sengal, aku buka tudung cup tuh, nengok kat dalam rupanya ice-blended lycee... lorgh... patut sentap abis..

Amy's Mute Secret ( An Australian Film Released in 1998)

Has any of you watched this film?
I watched from TV2 RTM, year 2001 which I could not memorised the slot.
Released in 1998.
It's a touching, amazingly beautiful,... an artful film all I remembered.


Well, I don't know to elaborate more in good structured sentences.
Let me do cut and paste here and gift credits to original websites where I dig for sources of information for this film. After all, I manage to order this film from Music Valley CD and DVD store.



Critical Review of 'Amy' by Natalie-Ann De Gruchy.

'Amy' is the story of a girl traumatised
by witnessing the tragic death of her rock star father.
Emotionally she withdraws into a silent existence.



Amy's mother is desperate to find her daughter a cure yet is constantly hindered by education and welfare departments. Through the intolerance and misinterpretations of experts, Amy is erroneously classified as needing "special education" and Tanya falsely labelled an unfit mother. Tanya is forced to flee to the city with Amy away from outback Australia in an attempt to escape the authorities that plan to take her daughter into custody.


After arriving in unfriendly, lower class inner city Melbourne, eventually, an unemployed musician from across the street discovers Amy's secret, ultimately providing the key to infiltrate her created world of isolation. Through Robert's music and friendship, Amy rediscovers communication and simultaneously begins touching the lives of the people around her in Mercer Street and the local community.



'Amy' boasts several merits
as the narrative is intelligent, poignant, heart-warming, humorous, innovative and quirky.

The film, although an unusual reality stretch,
was authentic as people do not recover from grief and trauma and move on immediately like in countless media texts.

The grieving process can take many years before normal life is resumed.
Emotions of grief were sensitively dealt with as was the portrayal of mental illness.
'Amy' was a fairly accurate illustration
of selective mutism despite it encompassing a rare twist.
From personal experience, my selective mutism was less severe than Amy's as I could still hear but refused to talk.

Like Amy, excluding my silence, I was a normal child. I could read, write and produce artwork that was advanced for my age.
I also enjoyed music and would sing in a group situation.

Many have criticised the use of music as unrealistic
but I think it is feasible as Amy is grieving for her musician father who sang with her when he was alive and these are the principal memories she retains of him.
An explanation for Amy's skilled vocals is she learnt
by attempting to mimic his style from his CDs
and also obtained a natural flair through genetics.


The lead performances were admirable, manufacturing the situations as believable and avoiding delving into the ridiculous
which could have easily occurred with this type of subject matter.
The text highlights the intolerance towards psychological disorders and to any perceived difference from the norm.
A lack of understanding by authorities added to Tanya's turmoil rather than easing or supporting her concerns for her child and Robert's sister, Anny was mocked for her obsession for revenge on her hairdresser rather than assisted.

Society desires searching for someone to blame or ridicule
instead of uncovering the true origin and meanings behind circumstances.
Due to this persecution, people conceal their problems due to their fear and embarrassment and families, like Zac's and Amy's, feel isolated as their problems give the impression of being unique as silence exists in the community.

The movie demonstrates this point by portraying problems such as domestic violence being operated by the characters as normal, everyday life and, thus accepted and unchanged by the victims or, on the other hand like Tanya, individuals are desperately seeking assistance although are unable to discover it owing to lack of publicity. One of the film's major themes is communication breakdown. Both Tanya and Amy mourn separately rather than sharing their grief between them and Amy burdens herself with the blame for the tragedy unbeknown to Tanya who was oblivious due to difficulty coping with her own emotions.

The motivation of music and hazy, grainy flashbacks of the concert death is to delve into the psychological anguish of both mother and daughter and identifies inner healing as the other central plot theme. The film is intelligent in its examination of the human emotions associated with death.

The cinematography contains beautiful aesthetic filmmaking cleverly connoting both tragedy and lighter, happier moments.
At the beginning of the film, panoramic outback scenes display the texture and vibrant colours of the Australian landscape, establishing it as a blissful, free place for Amy. Flashbacks are utilised of her frolicking in the fields with her father and, later, alone reminiscing about her joy in this place where her father still exists.
Later, as the peril of welfare workers brings Amy back to her actual reality,
Parker makes the same outback landscape and its physical remoteness appear isolating and miserable particularly during the scene where mother and daughter are waiting for the bus to Melbourne, while the wind is wildly blowing their skirts.
The pair remain still, like surreal statues, not acknowledging each other and standing unclose. These images helped by the landscape, signify the emotional distance between mother and child and their detachment from normal life preferring to withdraw into their separate private inner worlds.

Once in Melbourne, misery and isolation are again encountered. The city landscape shots appearing greater than their world and they enter Mercer Street where their neighbours are mainly unwelcoming and the pair labelled "aliens". The city suburb film set vividly displays the poverty, dysfunction, mundaneness, despair and decay within the homes of Mercer Street. This is the working class environment where Tass spent her childhood and her direction brings out a humourous exaggeration of the everyday pleasures utilised to combat the despair of disadvantage and dysfunction like Zac's stolen hub cap collection and Mrs Mullin's obsession with keeping her front garden and footpath tidy.

This helps explain the neighbour's eventual motivation in supporting Amy as they similarly find an escape from the mundane through song. Tass explains why the musical comedy in the film such as the singing police search party are believable despite the characters; "doing the absolutely unthinkable, which is singing to find her. I mean, how ridiculous is that? In my way of thinking, it's totally ridiculous, yet these people are out there doing it, which is what I'd be doing if a little girl down the street was lost. So it's the very condition that touched people and opened them up as human beings which created the musical aspect of the movie." (Malone, 2001, p.146) As a multicultural director, Tass's 'Amy' reminds me of European filmmaking as it does not follow Hollywood genre conventions. To an extent, 'Amy' could draw comparisons with Italian film 'Life is Beautiful'. This film, like 'Amy' was a mixture of comedy and tragedy drama. I found it a brilliant, heartwarming film yet rather bizarre as the father was pretending for his young son that the Nazi death camp they were prisoners in was a game to aid his son's survival and prevent his fear. Society has a fondness for children and are willing to behave in unusual ways to playfully interact with them and this grounds the concept of policemen singing to relocate the missing Amy as the obvious procedure to undertake.

Again, like European cinema,
Amy has a reality based ending as regardless of a happy resolution to the main conflict, Mercer Street remains with its imperfections.
The street's residents remain socioeconomically disadvantaged, Zac is illiterate, Anny mentally unstable, Mrs Mullins remains disagreeable and grumpy and Robert and the car fixing brothers continue to be unemployed.
This is realistic as life rarely changes dramatically and by no means into an utopian state.
Any transition into happiness is a gradual process and the movie reflects this.

Regardless of my love of the film, I did discern a few minor faults.
The film was a little too hectic with numerous character's lives packed into the plot and left underdeveloped or unresolved.
I particularly found it perplexing that Anny was not receiving help and compassion particularly when she appeared possibly dangerous with a homemade weapon and one of the themes of the film was healing.
There were also too many quirky characters living in the one street and they all knew each others names which is unrealistic in today's culture.
It reminded me too closely of the soap opera Neighbours.
The welfare workers also did not look realistic, they were dressed tackily and comically rather than officially and their bumbling antics made them appear unthreatening.
They also appeared shady and not the type of people to employ to work in the area of protecting children.

Finally, as it was more of a quality, artistic film
I would have preferred Amy's father to be a theatre or orchestra musician or, at least, in a virtually unknown band.
A popular culture famous rock star somehow appeared unbefitting.
Nonetheless, these problems were only slight and did not subtract from the overall beauty of 'Amy' as an outstanding instance of Australian cinema.

Hmmm... actually while I was watching the TV that time (I had no choice to select a better option for better TV programme)... undeliberately I watched this film with absent-minded eyes. Later, I realised, this such a good movie.

I also enjoy to watch great movies like Life Is Beautiful, Children of Heaven - by Majid Majidee and not forgetting 'Escape To Victory' starring by Sylvester Stalone & Football Legend - Pele.

Azab Sengsara Kena Bom Pemedih Mata (Riot Control Grenades)... Kuang, kuang, kuang...

Bom Pemedih Mata

Bom gas digunakan untuk membubarkan kumpulan orang ramai.
Yang paling dikenali adalah bom pemedih mata (bom tangan gas CS).
Bom tangan ini menyerupai bom asap dari segi bentuk dan cara digunakan.
Walaupun dengan gas pemedih mata, pengisinya terdiri daripada 80 hingga 120 gram CS (Chlorobenzol malononitrile).
Bahan kimia beracun toksid ini (apabila bersentuhan dengan muka)
menyebabkan rasa terbakar yang teruk pada mata dan pada kerongkong apabila dihidu.

Sekiranya seseorang itu kekal terdedah kepada gas ini
untuk tempoh panjang (melebihi 10 minit) ia mampu menyebabkan lepuh pada kulit dan kecederaan kekal pada paru-paru (sebagai contoh barah paru-paru).
Bagi mereka yang lemah dan berumur, gas CS mampu menyebabkan kematian.

Nih gambor bawah nih bom kaler... yg kuar asap warna warni kot...

Adik aku, (Si Tukang Cerita, cian dia, entah elok-elok masuk Polytech dalam 6 bulan tak mau blajar nak masuk polis... bikin lemas perut bapak aku,... 3 bulan training kaki adik aku buruk makan dek air(peluh) bin melecet dalam kasut sebab disuruh berlari berkilo-kilo meter jauhnya... mak aku sampai tiap-tiap ari nangis mengingatkan anaknya yang sorang ini... sampai pos berbotol-botol minyak gamat...)

anggota Pasukan Gerakan Am Polis Hutan Batalion 16 di Putatan Kota Kinabalu Sabah - pulang ke Semenanjung Malaysia pada bulan January 08 yang lalu setelah tamat kursus 3 bulan di Sarawak. Ni bulan May 2008 nih nak balik Semenanjung lagik, nengok bapak aku warded nak operate lagik.....

Antara kursusnya ialah mengendalikan rusuhan.

Biasalah, pelatih-pelatih nih, sebelum depa tembak bom tuh kat orang awam masa rusuhan... (aku menci nengok polis FRU tembak bom nih kat orang wat demo, tengok kat dalam Harakah, nengok kat dalam video...kesian betul)...

Sebelum depa apply kat orang, depa yg kena jadi bahan ujikaji... dah kena baru tahu.

First, instructor kumpul dekat 180 orang pelatih kat4 lapang sasar yang lalang dia kat tinggi pinggang. Dia suruh sumer pelatih melutut, buat rantaian manusia, kedudukan ala2 orang nak sujud dalam solat, siku kacip sama siku orang kiri dan kanan... tak nak kasi lari... Sumer orang pejam mata siap2, tutup idung dengan baju.

Ini ulangan latihan kedua. Part pertama sumer lari kuar pagar masuk hutan - escape. Derang rela kena denda semata-mata nak escape bom nih dari kena azab bom. Part kedua nak tak nak kena jugak...

Dia tembak bom nih dalam 10 tin. Tin pertama jatuh (tak taw berapa meter jauh dr pencerita). "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" tetiba terdengar jeritan padu yg amat dahsyat... Org kiri dan kanan dah merentap2 tangan tukang cerita. Tukang cerita tahan tangan, tunduk, kalut baca doa.

Tin nombor dua jatuh. Betul2 depan org sebelah kiri agaknya. Orang kanan regut tangan, meronta-ronta, seluruh pelatih bertempiran lari lintang pukang, semua dibutakan dek bom tuh, mana yang teguling-gelentang dipijak rakan-rakan yang buta guna boot tentera, mana yg jatuh dalam lopak air, terus dikeroyok oleh yang berbondong-bondong kononnya selamat kalau kena cover dengan air....

"Firdaus...! Sini ada lopak air, cepat selam...!"
Si pencerita baru nak menerpa terjun...
join geng-geng yang dah nak dok menyelam kat dalam lopak,...
"Arghhhhh... Aduih, Allahu Rabbi...!"
Sekonyong-konyong terdengar jeritan parah member yang baru sua kepala timbul
nak ambil nafas di permukaan lopak...
Patutlah FRU selalu sembur orang guna paip bomba... nak suruh lagi gatei kaedahnya...

"Heh, baru nak start terjun, terus tak jadik, nasib baik..." ruper-rupernyer kalu kena air lagi gateilah gamaknyer... tergaru sana, tergaru sini... azab...

Ramai member-member tukang cerita yang menggelupur kena attack dengan asap yang mampu buat pernafasan terhenti 40 saat. Chisss... ramai jugak yang berguling-guling, kaki menendang-nendang angin, tangan garu sana sini... terjetik-ketik...Azab nestapa....

Nun dalam jarak 120 meter, ada lebih kurang 7 orang pelatih sibuk menendang-nendang pagar besi, tak kurang jugak sibuk menolak pagar nak meloloskan diri walau kederat dah tak der, sambil seblah tangan menekup hidup...

Sementalaah itu sempat jugaklah asap beracun bom merebak, menusuk masuk... " Argh... Allahu Akbar!" Si pencerita meraung, tapi suara hanya bergema dalam tekak ajer, tup-tup pagar roboh, napas dah terhenti... 40 saat rasa macam 40 tahun katanya... nak mengucap tak sempat, ingat Allah, ingat mak abah ajer katanya...

“Bila serangan senjata kimia,
kita tidak boleh bernafas dan membuka mata kerana ia merupakan anggota badan yang sensitif"

Lepas wisel ditiup instructor suruh berkumpul, sumer mangsa bom attack, muntah ijow kuar lendir & mucus ...uwerkkkkk... secara tak sedor...

Pencerita turut merasai ‘keperitan’ gas pemedih mata walau dah lama dekat hampir 4 jam lepas tamat latihan. Gas tersebut mampu ‘melekat’ dan menjadi sebati dengan pakaian perlindungan yang dipakai.

Tukang cerita merasa pedih pada bahagian mata dan kulit dan sakit peparu. Bayangkan sekiranya ia terkena pada wanita, kanak-kanak, bayi, orang sakit jantung... orang kurang upaya (wanita pregnant, orang tua), pasti mendatangkan kemudaratan serius.

Haaa.. adik aku dah bagitaw kat babah aku,
jangan sesekali pergi menghampiri kawasan demo (bapak aku sukalah tuh kalau ada demo, dia tak pernah join, tapi teringin sangat nak join walaupun dah umurnya dekat 60 taun... )

DiSimpan Pahit, Nak DiTukunKan Terasa Sayang...

Namanya Pitusa...
nama yang selalu kusebut-sebut dan kuungakap-ungkap saban kali dimasa bujangku...

Sebenarnya, aku memang mendambakan scooter berpotongan badan sedemikian sedari taun 1995 lagi, tatkala aku hendak menghabiskan zaman matrikulasi di UPM...
kala itu aku dikehendaki berhijrah keluar kolej.

Namun, aku telah dihadiahi Modenas Kriss KAT 6521,
sebuah motorsikal yang lebih utuh, teguh dan ekonomikal
kata bondaku dan babahku mengiyakan saja...

Lewat taun 2001, zaman gerhana aku...
bondaku sekali lagi mengheret aku ke kedai motor di Taman Tun Dr. Ismail, Kuala Lumpur
mataku meleret pada kelibat kecil rona perak begitu menyerlah disimbah cahaya matahari pukul 12 tengah hari...

"Sya, nak moto yang mana? Cakap ajer...", bondaku membuka bicara.
Mata bonda tertumpu pada deretan Modenas Kriss lagi (takder moto lain ker Bonda?)

Tanpa berlengah-lengah aku terus pegang si Pitusa nih, duduk atas dia..
"Yang nih..."
"Aih... kamu nih, tak ada moto lain ker? Asik-asik yang ini, asik-asik yang ini..."

Dan selepas detik itu, bermulalah episod baru hidup aku...
Aku dikenali dengan moto ini...
Kalau orang tanya, "Yang mana satu orang nya? Tak kenal"
"Alahhhhhhhhhhhh.... yang naik scooter V100 kecik warna silver tuh..."
"Ooooooh..."

Baik di tempat kerja lamaku Bandar Utama, Metro Prima Kepong, Sungai Penchala...
This is a very wellknown trademark.
Aku dan V100 bernama Pitusa adalah sinonim
Hubby aku berjaya detect aku (sebelum kenal) melalui moto inilah...
Berjasa sungguh engkau Pitusa,
disimpan pahit, nak dibuang sayang...

Dan yg paling aku tak tahan, motor kecik nih...

1) Sekali isi minyak RM8 koman-koman, tank penuh nak dekat 15 hinggit!
(Ada petrol pump cashier tuh siap tanya bila nampak kita pakai helmet: Moto apa nih sampai RM15?")

2) Sekali rosak, siaplah standby koman-koman RM400 - RM600.
Paling tinggi aku bayar RM800.
Tiap-tiap bulan rosak.
Raser nak buang jadi tukun ikan kat laut jer...

3) Kalau pancit, rosak, susah dan berat banget nak nolaknyer...
macam tolak bala...
Kalau Honda Cup ker, EX5 ker,
motor pancit, jam tolak rasa berat, kita bukak rantai boleh gerak ringan sikit...
yang V100 nih, hapah pun tak bleh buat... sedih!


Dan, dah seminggu moto kecik aku nih berhujan- berpanas kat tepi parking Showroom Mofaz Exoticar, Jln Sg. Penchala tepi Highway Lebuh Raya Damansara Puchong sana...

Kelmarin, hari Sabtu, 05.04.08, aku anak beranak tarik (tunda) moto nih dengan kereta.
Nahas, berat...
Pukul 1.30 tengah hari,
aku jadi drebar, anak-anak aku dalam kereta, hubby aku tolak moto.

Nahas, azab, panas berpinar-pinar mata...
last sekali kitaorang tinggal moto nih kat tepi kedai nasik lemak pulak...