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Category: Love

Joy Ride

Its an amazing thing to realize that you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Especially over something small, something silly, something that is nothing.

I did mention in my last post that I wanted a bicycle right? Well, I got it last Saturday. It was one of the unplanned moments when we called our good friend, Qadir for advise. Well not advise really, what I wanted was way out of his turf. Qadir is a hard core cyclist who owns a super road bike, who would cycle from Serdang to Kajang, stopping at my place for a drink and then back to Serdang. Well, that is an understatement – I’m sure he has cycled way further. That is probably just a warm up for him.

Anyway. It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon by the time we got to the shop. Qadir had told me before that there’s a shop in Serdang that sells this one white classic looking bicycle that he had put a deposit on. I immediately shouted “Aku naaaakkk!!” through the speaker phone, disregarding the fact that he already paid deposit for it. It was so weird because this shop sells all those thousands of ringgit of these road and mountain bikes, and there was only this one bicycle that was so out of the place, the one I fell in love with.

Qadir actually is such a sweetheart. We may have our disagreements sometimes but you gotta love that guy. I couldn’t believe that he just let me have it. He even bargained it for me and didn’t even seem to care to ask me to pay back the deposit. RM50 is a lot to me, so I was quite touched. But I plan to pay him anyway. Soon. Haha.

By the time I made what Qadir would describe, a sublime purchase, it was pouring like mad. We even had to sit at the curb waiting for the rain to subside. The shop only had this one black carrier that looks so plastic, I wasn’t sure it would hold Daisy securely. So I had to go to this other bike shop in Bangi to get this better looking carrier I had seen before to complete my purchase. The carrier costs more than the bicycle itself, but it would so go with the white frame. So Qadir offered me to send the bicycle to my place later in the evening. Everybody now – Awwwwwwwwwwwwww….!

Later that evening Qadir arrived with his brother at my place and helped Fakhrul put the bicycle and the carrier up. Fyi, the bike was parted to fit in his car, it was like a home service yo! Then, in the dark of the dust I excitingly took my first ride in a long time, I thought I forgot how to ride a bicycle. Then we put Daisy on and she was soooo happy, even though the ride was just a stone throw away and back. Like a little child, I had a hard time sleeping that night, too excited to go for a ride the next morning with my baby.

In the morning as I was getting ready for my bicycle stroll, I received a private message from Qadir. The title was Value(s). This is what he wrote:

Today I saw a sublime value of purchasing,

The story begin when I passed to Sara my booking cycle (a beautiful white pashley-alike cycle). I just wondering if it is going to be a good buying for her or not,

Comparing to my rides and others that i know, we have a very fast-machine, we always bragging about how fast, light and expensive it is, and narrate of distances we cycle on it.Sara cycle is a simple machine with minimum requirements and just OK to ride.

After we finished assembled her cycle and carrier, Sara did a test ride.At first it feels normal, it was just a smiling satisfying feel and Yeah! The effect I got when I managed to pull a newcomer into this suffering sport. but for Shaliza case, it’s not sport, a recreational activity.

Then it’s time for Daisy and her to ride together,
Everyone is feeling anxious, it was Maghrib time (dark) and the road is still wet, with Sara just about to learn cycling, and her ride is not properly balance caused by the kid-carrier at the back, i’m really worried…

But the moment sarah begin pedaling with Daisy sitting at the back carrier, it feels different, : ) Ngan muka sara yang tersenyum-senyum tu, tak tau la dia tengah cuak ka, or gembira sangat-sangat,and Daisy excited je holding bar kat carrier tu..macam tau ja kena pegang benda tu, and tak lepas-lepas..

Sara did ride short, just 200 meters back and forth,
she did not ride fast, just 9 km/h which is snailing slow,
I always do 40-50km/h, sometimes 60 km/h and over,
and I thought numbers do matter.

But, I am wrong sometimes and always,
It seems like the JOY of sharing the experience together (Sara and Daisy) with significance bond on her simple machine destroyed my doubt and thinking,
I saw JOYFUL, meaningful and Love in a different perspective that I always seen,thought and experienced in cycling. : )

Cool lar sara and rozie : )
Love will always in the air.

Disclaimer: Rozie is Fakhrul as his name is Fakhrul Rozy. Damn Qadir for making me sound like a lesbian.

What a great friend writing something so sweet at 4am in the morning, knowing it would give a good start for my day. And yes, I felt exactly that – the joy of riding a bike as if it was my first. On wet road again I went this afternoon. Strolling my village neighborhood, passing the bumps, went through bridges over the river with cool breeze sweeping, drying my wet armpits and all the trees seemed to be greeting me. And most importantly with Daisy just a turn of the head away to share it with.

Her Favourite Song

She jumps and smile every time she hears me play this.

Vodpod videos no longer available.

Her Namesake

Hehey, how do you like the new theme? Nice to get away from the striking green for now.

The other day we were just doing our normal rounds at a shopping mall when Fakhrul bumped into his old friend from high school. Naturally they were all talking in their accent which even up till now I still find hard to understand when they talk so quickly. But you gotta love the difference it brings, when the Kedahans talk to each other they can make even the simplest subject seems so interesting and happening, with hang here and hang there, and the ups and downs of the intonations. Well, especially the ups. Heh.

So obviously it was the first time this friend of his met Daisy, and he asked Fakhrul her name.

“Nama pa?”

“Daisy. Daisy Sibylla.”

“Hah?! Betui ka? Awat Daisy?”

What do you mean awat Daisy? It was as if we ran out of other good names. And recently our company were lucky enough to be associated with Nightingale Associates from UK for this one massive competition to build a medical city in Johor. Two of their directors came down to Malaysia and we invited them over to our place for dinner and Paul, one of them met Daisy for the first time.

“Aww. Look at you baby girl. What’s her name?”


“Daisy? Now that’s not very Malaysian is it?”

“Well, daisy is daisy in Malay, so Daisy it is!”

Well, its true. You think I didn’t google it before I named her?! Of course I did.

I don’t have great stories to tell behind the name of my daughter. It doesn’t really posses any great meaning behind it except for her second name which means ‘the guider’. I really didn’t want to name my child of some great long name with big meanings but in the end ended up calling her of some other nickname. A shorter version or in my case a totally different one. And I could name a few of my friends’ but that would be very insensitive of me. They say every time people call you by your name, that it is a prayer to you. But really, how often do you call someone by their full name? So, as soon as I found out she’s a she, I immediately attracted to the idea of naming her after a flower, something directly related to a female. Simply enough my favorite flower are the daisies, truthfully. I used to buy them, arrange them in a vase and put it by my window, especially the white ones. It sounds nice and is not totally weird. There have been people with that name. We gave it a good thought. Doctor Daisy. Cikgu Daisy. Cik Daisy. Puan Daisy. Ustazah Daisy. Miss Daisy. Ir. Daisy. Ar. Daisy. Datin Daisy. Yeah, sounds alright all of them.

And we even rehearsed dialogues before she was born.

“Daisy, come here to daddy.”

“Ma, Daisy tak nak jadi arkitek, Daisy nak jadi doktor.”

Yeah, doesn’t sound bad.

When I suggested it, Fakhrul thought it was a joke and being pregnant and miserable, he led me on for few weeks before she was born. We just called her baby when she was still in me, I started calling her Daisy already on the first day. I think for the first one week of her, Fakhrul was so unsure how to deliver the news of our newborn’s name. Everytime he told people, he needed to justify it, which I find very annoying. If people ask me why, I just either answer “why not?” or “just because”.

Delivering the news to the parents was the hardest. My dad was like,”You’re kidding right?” and my mother even dared suggested a totally different name for her – it wasn’t even a flower! One of my aunty teased the first three times she met her, calling her Daisy margarine. (You know, there’s a margarine brand called Daisy? Not even just that, I think there’s a lot of cleaning products under a brand called Daisy too.)  My mother in law was like, “What shall I call you? Sibyilla? Bella?” I think it felt so weird to her to even utter Daisy to her. The only person who immediately loved the name was my sister, naturally, being young and hip like me. She was jumping with joy as if I just solved the biggest problem in the world. I gotta give it to her for defending my choice while a lot of people responded with a frown in the beginning.

But time passed and she’s over 9 months now. Obviously people won’t say it that you’ve made a biggest mistake of your life naming your child that, but the amount of compliments are not bad either. The most common I hear is that how much the name suited her. Especially when they see pictures of her smiling like that. Even when they hear the word daisy, they associate with good things in their mind. Wikipedia said daisies represent pureness of heart. Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail said they’re the friendliest flower and Tom Hanks my hero agreed. And everybody loves Marc Jacob’s Daisy yes?

I’m so happy, that now even Fakhrul’s 80-something years old grandmother calls and pronounce Daisy correctly. And my 4 year old nephew Adam too. Like Day-zee. Not De-si. Well now I can’t imagine her of any other names. Even those who found it hard to digest in the beginning said that the name suits her well, admitted I got it right. Now everybody loves that name. I just hope that one day when she grows up and finally understand what daisy is, she will love it too. Just like I have always do.


Its awful really, when you’re not talking to your mother.

Especially that you’re living under the same roof and then go to work under the same ceiling. She’s a wonderful mother ever, but she always managed to hurt me with her words. And I always managed to be over sensitive about it that I refuse to speak to her all afternoon. She then replied my behavior with the same silent treatment that now seems awkward. I can be a real baby when one of my parents start to talk about their disappointment in me. Previous events that led to the same situation were always triggered by her expression of disappointment with myself, which I found hard to accept. How can you come to terms with that when all you want is to live up to their expectations and everything that you do generated from that desire of wanting to make them proud?

There’s a saying that says sons are being put on earth to trouble their fathers. I wonder if its the same case for daughters with their mothers. Its cruel really, to never mention about things that make them proud, but seems all easy when it comes to the things that embitter them. I cannot believe at soon to be 28 years of age, I am still acting like a child. Even my almost 4 months old Daisy would smile back at me after a long cry from delaying her milk. But I know, I’m only like this because I love her the most, that I cannot bear the thought that I displeased her in any way.

But its harder now. I’d forgotten how we reconciled whenever this happened last time, since we were miles away parted and encounters can be count with fingers. And even that were through telephone. I can’t forever lock myself this in room watching all the DVDs that I crazily bought last weekend. Its even more depressing to watch good movies with all the wrong leading man in it, like The Last Samurai and Tom Cruise. Seriously, even at the most crucial action scene, he managed to look so handsome its just annoying! People in the 19th century didn’t have haircuts like that alright, boo hoo. And don’t even get me started on Kingdom of Heaven with that sissy Orlando Bloom. I could strangle myself watching the part where he made his knight speech. I could watch that movie over and over again and not be bored by pretending Balian was played by someone else. Maybe I’m just not into pretty boys and their attempts to become macho. Oh, so much for getting myself lost in movies.

Ah sod it. This is when Daisy becomes handy. I’m just going to get out of here and make my mother play with Daisy and pretend like nothing happened. Lets just hope she will hold her.


As usual, late update. I looked at my blog and I thought, sheesh, my latest post cannot have a picture of me so glowingly fat with scary story with it. So here’s a new one that hopefully will soothe things up. A very sleepy, somewhat looking very lazy Daisy. Its undeniable, she’s my current obsession. I just hope you  won’t get bored with all the baby talk for few updates to come. Heee..

Will write again soon.

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