Category: Anekdot

THE fuel gauge/fuel indicator of my 1999 Kembara is broken. It shows that my fuel level is at “E” even though I had just filled it with gas. My mechanic quoted me RM400 to fix it. Oh, dang, that’s a lot of money. I told him I’ll come back later. So what I had been doing is manually reset my counter after each gas fill, and do estimation as to how many kilometers I should drive before the next fill. Problem now is, I don’t remember how much I last filled my tank. Was it RM20, or RM40, or full? I don’t remember, but it doesn’t really matter. I’ll just fill it later and reset my counter again.

Now let’s look at the interior of a car. When the door is not shut properly or when your handbrake is still up, or when the hazard lights is turned on, the dashboard control instrument panel will light up accordingly to tell you what’s wrong. As long as the instrument is still fine, it will indicate when something is missing. But hey, my fuel gauge is broken but even then that tells me something is wrong. When my handbrake is up, all I do is put it down. When my fuel is low, all I need to do is fill it up. It doesn’t mean I need to immediately send it to the mechanic. All I need to do is follow and fulfill it accordingly.

Salamahafifi Y.

Penulis buku A Nobody’s Observations.

www.salamahafifi.com/

HAVE you ever noticed how sometimes the sound of a baby crying could irk you, and sometimes you think, “Oh, poor baby.”

Or sometimes when you’re driving you could be annoyed by the sound of honking, and sometimes you just accept it as a background sound?

Sometimes your cat gets in the way, sometimes it’s the cutest little kitty on the planet.

I think this means that someone or something cannot directly cause you to be triggered unless you have been carrying that thought in your head.

If it really was the “noisy crying baby” or “bodoh punya pemandu lori” that caused you to be angry, then every single crying babies in the world and all lorry drivers should make you angry. But you and I know that’s not the case.

Salamahafifi Y.

Penulis buku A Nobody’s Observations.

www.salamahafifi.com/

May 2017, 8 PM, PBAKL

I sat by myself at the cashier. My fingers wielded a pen, a pen which shed blood from its scratchings of the notepad I mindlessly scribbled on. It was accompanied by a PRE-ORDER LIST, and occasionally I would look up to remind myself I was not in a world of my own. I was writing love letters to people who pre-ordered my book.

The crowd was significantly less than that in the morning, and I noticed a middle-aged man watching me. I took no notice – he was just observing the crowd, and he looked like someone important. Someone “important” in this context means that he looked like he could use the data he got from watching the whole scene for something.

Our gaze met. He approached me, cautious, knowing that he was going to break my train of thoughts, but also curious enough to break it anyway. Curiosity killed the cat.

“Excuse me, may I know what you’re doing?”

Salamahafifi Y.

Penulis buku A Nobody’s Observations.

www.salamahafifi.com/