Kote.
I have a Kote. Most of my friends call it Kotek, but i call it Kote.
Like any other words i learnt when i was a young kid, Kote was a word taught by my mother, but the method she used was rather antithetical, using the contrast of ideas.
“Mata mana mata,” my mom would point to my eyes, and i would blink.
“Hidung mana hidung,” my nostrils would expand and contract, and my mom would smile agreeing that i got it right.
“Tangan mana tangan,” i would raise my hands and smile like a winner.
I always got them all correct.
But the word Kote, was never taught this way, never taught with a smile. It was always taught when i was bathing with my brother, it was always taught when my mother was annoyed seeing me running around naked with my brother, it was always taught with my mother screaming.
“Pakai la baju tu, tak malu ke nampak Kote. Dah la hitam melekit, macam anak Keling!” Shouted my mom. I doubted my mother was being a racist, even if she was, i didn’t mind. Old people, i thought, they’re allowed to say whatever they want.
“Kote tu ape Umie?” And i had taken the liberty of being a child.
“Burung Punai kamu tu la.”
“Burung Punai yang mana? Adik ade Burung Punai ke?”
“Bird kamu tu la. Yang berjuntai tak malu tak nak pakai seluar tu.”
“Oh, bird tu burung kan?”
“Aah.”
“Adik ada burung ke?”
Tired of me asking her too many questions, my mom would then scream and ask me to shut up. But i never gave up learning new words, or new things, no, i had never given up, not until i got the answer.
“Abang, kau ade Kote tak?”
“Kote tu ape?”
“Umie cakap, kote tu Burung Punai. Burung Punai tu bird.”
“Takde. Kita mana ada bela burung.”
And again, my mother, Umie would teach us the names of every part of our body, except Kote, or Bird, or Burung Punai, they are all the same thing, Abang and i would conclude, but which part is it?
Kote, like every strange way of writing in this blog, is nothing but a rhetorical device. You’ll learn the art of talking nonsense, if you read this blog, too much.
Kote, kan? =P
Hmm,
When I loaded this blog I half expected a picture of a Kote
unlike yee hou, i am happy to have not seen any picture of Kote!
when its black should it be burung gagak?
lol.firdy.
how come u can tersesat at my blog.
neway i always read ur blog.
let say ur lil stalker la. lol
Tan Yee Hou : Pervert! but perhaps i should put pictures wor? ok, ok. ill do a second part la!
KY : why? i never said what Kote was. It could be my birthmark. don’t u like to see my birthmark?
Myhorng : bastard, u damn racist la u! but actually right, i have a story about burung gagak aslo. the story very nice. i found an anak burung gagak, the sayap patah already, the gagak couldn’t fly loh. then ah, i took watercolors and turned the burung gagak into an exotic bird, so colorful, i was so talented back then. then the burung gagak kena curi u know. got like 12 bad boys with bicycles, they took my burung gagak from my hand, laughed at me. then ah, after like 100 meter only, they realized it was painted with watercolor, they knew it was actually not an exotic bird, it was burung gagak. then they let the burung gagak free. i took it back. then ah, i ikat the burung gagak at my house gate and made it my target practice. the burung gagak died on the same day. then i felt a bit kesian with the burung gagak, i gali kubur and tanam the burung gagak. prayed for it. on the same day, i felt bored. i gali the kubur back, and played masak masak with my friends, we set big flame and grilled the died burung gagak. you know how to know if burung gagak masak already? when the color turns black. theres a moral beind this story : you can always eat a gagak, they masak already, no need to cook.
gegirl : no wonder la. i always stalk my readers also, lol.
Lol. pity the burung gagak.
firdy i have teka teki for u.
kenape anak babi jalan tunduk?
lol.
eh how come today i visit ur blog twice in a row.
oh my. I am a stalker.
errrmmmm… how do i know for sure anak babi jalan tunduk? i’ve never seen one!
perhaps the same reason why the chicken crossed the road? but wait, anak babi jalan tunduk meh? u bully me issit!
it’s okay to visit my blog 2-3-5 times a day, i do that also, lol.
u r so sick mate… hahaha.. gagak story WTF
saya ada kote tak?
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Fulamak! Citer BEST!
FIrdauz BOLEH???
Wakakakaka! You really made my day, I can’t stop laughing! I’m glad I stumble across your blog!
Myhorng : its among the best stories i have okay! i have plenty more actually. i’ll write it when i have the time, hihiih.
Chriso : dunno. do u have it? can i seeeeeee!!!?? =P
Kelvin : hahahahha, the boleh tak boleh thing. lol. boleh boleh, hehe.
Aqma Anis : thanks. but this blog damn stupid you know. don’t read too much yeah. hey, do u mind telling me how u came across my blog. i wonder where my readers come from. because my readers are the best people in this world, huhuh . bodek bodek =)
Amat kote.
shitty gagak story! lol
Hey babe, I was googling on Nasi Bawal Power, pastu tekan punya tekan terkeluar lak your blog. So I pun baca la, pastu tak leh stop baca dah. I like your blog, it has honesty. :)
jawapan gegirll tu aku tau. sbb anak babi malu mak bapak dia babi. kan kan ?
damn dah dijawab rupanya dlm latest post hahaha :p ( aku baca post ikut date terawal, bukan latest )
Farah : shadap! i don’t like u farah! =(
Aqma Anis: oouhhhh… im a babe now! yay! yes yes honesty. so on a scale 1 -10, how much do u like me? i like u 10!
tekong : hahaha, ntah apa apa kan teka teki tu. merepek!
I like you 11.5, boleh? *wink*wink*
HAHAHAHHA i love thisssss post!