Yamtuan Mangkat....Yamtuan Menanam....Mari Menanam Yamtuan.

Kurang ajar kan I, buat entry yang macam ni....

Selain dari menotap kek Paroi Jaya, apa lagi connection diriku dengan N9. Takdo...memang takdo. I wasn't even born in N9.

Through my mobile, I have a quicke peep at my blog page...nampak lah message kocik cakap, pasal sedara mangkat-mangkat ni.I dok pikir, siapa lagi la yang dah mangkat ni.Because I was up relatively early and sebagai anak yang solehah, I thought of calling my omak just to say hi.Dalam pada line yang tak clear, my omak said 'Yamtuan dah mangkat'.I asked..mano omak tahu? Omak said, her ex colleague who works in the 'sepita' told her. Did I told you my omak used to work in the 'sepita' before she pencen last year? Meh sini nak cakap kek Omak and her frens...lain kali hal sepita, tingga kek sepita lah Omak..sepita tu takdo confidentiality protocol ko? I ni nak bagitahu bukan apa..my 2nd workplace is a sepita gak...so,apo-apo yang tejadi kek sepita, takleh poei ceghito mo oghang do, omak oi... (tapi kalau nak tulih masuk blog buleh agak eh..)

Because my omak, my apak and majority of my relatives is in N9, I took pride in becoming the Negerian myself. I speaks the dialects fluently...I can even muster a little bit of minangkabau..alah teh, alah teh,alah teh!!! N9 got so many 'pesen' of dialects. The 'Kolopelah' (mistakenly obscene kan Ood?) The Chombong,Chongkau & Bongek also got different style of talking.Funnily enough, with my clan, I don't sopeak N9, I sopeak BM pokan.In my household, nobody sopeak kampung dialect.We speak English (ceh..tu dia berlagak!!!) or we speak bahaso pokan. My father came from Kuale Kangsor...and like any other orang Perak yang tak sedar diri that they all tu makan deghoyan, Father always insists skeaping London through and through...thank you very much to his MCKK and Sandhurst day. Once upon a time when I was little and parents decided that we have had enough of changing school, we moved to Garrison Camp in Podeksen.After that, my Omak never leave N9, after Podeksen, she moved to Seghomban and has been in Seghomban since.I never went back, apart from a short biskut chipsmore trip.

Here it is....my hearftfelt condolences to Tuanku Jaafar and family. He is quite old but my Omak said, he is not a frail man.Badan eh togap laie.But it is obvious that it is the heart that finally go on...and give away.He is quite a good looking man himself.

Sebagai anak tak jati N9 yang sungguh kaya dengan sumber-sumber gossip asli, I found out that he is not well liked by the Undangs.Not only that, the gossip monger told me that his children are notoriously greedy.This is a tell tale people in Paroi have heard since lamo-lamo dulu.One of my friend used to work for Antah in Bukit Damansara. Everybody including lombu kambing kek Josseh tu know that Antah belongs to the Pilah's.They are filthy rich.

Every year, for a fact, the childrens, grandchildrens will do their yearly pilgrimage NY party overseas.Nobody is suprised when the other 4 is abroad. Kesian nya....

What people do with their lives is their choice. I am sure the Pilahs is like any of us, will do what other people do...kalau berduit kita enjoy lah kan.Tapi kita ni tak berduit, so kito ontok-ontok lah duduk umah kito kek Bayswater tu.Nobody likes comiserations...nak-nak bila tengah bergumbira. Many,many years ago, on Boxing day, me and my cousins went to the Ikhlas Sheila Majid concert.Really tak sodar diri...after the concert we went clubbing kek II LA and balik reban only at 8am, after makan ruti canai kek Doraisamy tu. We sambung tidur and later in the noon, was woken up by my other cousin, my Uwan passed away. Now that I think about it, it is the same day as the Yamtuan's passing day. I really feel berdoso...as I was 'menyetan' the day before. Bak kata orang, jangan terlampau bersuko...kok nanti berair mato.Yo boto den berair mato. I lap yu, Uwan....

My Uwan told us that (tatau lah kalau dia ada grudges against him) Tuanku Jaafar is not the intended heir.With the racist remark, mu Uwan said 'dio tu anak koling'. Apparently the reason is so political and Tuanku Munawir's son is not selected.My Uwan's information is similar to what I read kat Malaysiakini. But if you read the sejarahs book, Yamtuans is not as as powerful as he wanted to be.Yamtuans is like the Agongs, they're selected to sit and look pretty.The men behind the scene is the Undangs and the Undang is the hardcore adat perpatih follower that would rather let their anak mati before their adat...(drama sungguh)

Tunku Mukhriz's father (Tunku Jaafar's brother) is the anak gahara...but he remain the only 'undiluted' son of Tuanku Abdul Rahman. While Tuanku Jaafar's clan enjoy the perks of being on the throne, Tunku Mukhriz become the object of my Uwan's pity.

Because my internet connection macam cilako...I cannot update my blog or baco sokabar.But I read somewhere that before the Yamtuan Menanam...they need to choose the new Yamtuan and they are going to select between the 4. I am not sure if Tunku Mukhriz is one of the 4. Let's just hope he is.

Sekian, saya sudahi posting ini dengan lagu feverett budak TKC

'...Berkat lah yang DiPertuan Besar..di Negeri Sembilan.......'

Al-Fatihah.