Salam Berbanyak Merdeka, kepada Para Warga Malaysia Dan Negaraku, Malaysia.
Tanggal 31, Bulan 8, 57, Hari Yang Mulia, Hari Bahagia, Sambut Dengan Jiwa Yang Merdeka.
Hari Ini, Tanggal 31, Bulan 8, 09, Ulang Tahun Kemerdekaan Negara Malaysia Yang Ke-52. Sudahpun Kita Semau Sebagai Warga Malaysia, Tinggal Bersatu Bersama-sama Selama 52 Tahun. Dan Untuk Kali Yang Ke-52, Marilah Kita Bersama-sama Melaung MERDEKA! Merdeka! Merdeka! Dalam Nada Yang Paling Patriotik Dan Bersyukur Atas Keamanan Negara Kita.
Seperti Kata Seorang Cikgu, Kemerdekaan Bukan Hanya Saja Disambut Tetapi Ia Patut Dihayati.
Benar Sungguh. Dan Untuk Saya, Akan Saya Hayati Kemesraan Antara Satu Kaum Dengan Kaum Yang Lain Di Negara Ini. Sebagaimana Isu negatif Kaum Ditekankan Dalam Media, Tetapi Pada Hatiku, Dan Pada Mataku, Dan Dalam Duniaku, Perkauman Adalah Satu Harta Negara Ini Yang Tidak Harus Dimusnahkan.
Hayatilah Juga Lagu Ini...
xxx
in a big picture, we may be divided and ruled, but in a small picture, i see every face with a smile, be it what you are and where you come from. we are Malaysians.
happy 52th independence day, Malaysia.
xxx
SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
#2
i was back, living Ekspidisi Bahagia 64 days and 63 nights. i will give or take about 15 nights that was spent away from Taiping, leaving 48 nights in Taiping. and for every 48 nights, i dare say, there is absolutely no one night that i spent at home, slumped on the couch, watching tevee.
in that 48 nights, quite possibly 28 nights were spent in none other than, Siang Malam. Siang Malam is one place like no other. the ambience and the experience of Siang Malam, you can get no where. sitting just an inch away from the traffic by the road side while sipping to a cup of kopi-o-peng and enjoying a plate or more of mouth-watering char kuey teow and chee cheong fan. sipping to a cup of kopi-o-peng whilst talking about what happened during the day, catching up on the town's hottest gossip, hear conversation from the next table, and of course, talking about kebahagiaan.
spending so much time in Siang Malam, i could not help but make friends with my kopi-o-peng maker. the stall in between the chee cheong fan and the wantanmee-currymee-kueyteowteng-and-more stall. that stall is run by herself and her mother and on weekends, her father comes to help. the father - the botak man. anyway, i do not mean to be rude, neither offensive but this kopi-o-peng maker, speaks like as if her nose is pinched real tight (is there a word to describe this?), therefore, sometimes its really difficult to understand her. or like how i call it in hokkien, ee-oo.
one night, Cheah came to overnight at my house, which is unchaperoned. so we got to spend our night talking until late into the night or wee hours in the morning, whichever. until the stall was all prepared for close. that night, the k-o-p maker came to talk to us, and that was how the ice crumble. well, usually i would go to Siang Malam with Ezen, but that night, Ezen was already back in Perth, so the kop-maker came to ask what happen to the other friend? and this was how it went :
kop-maker : lu kho chi khiok 'eng 'eui leh? (lu ko chi kiok peng eui leh?)
me : oh, ee ki tak cek liau.
kop-maker : o. ee hi 'ak ek eiau. hi ho lok 'ek 'ek? (oh. ee ki tak cek liau. ki toh lok tak cek?)
me : oh ciu.
kop-maker : o. poi eiau la? (oh. poi liau la?)
me : ah. si lo.
kop-maker : lu 'ang eh? bo 'ak 'ek meh? (lu lang leh? bo tak cek meh?)
me : uu. ah boi gok.
cheah : uu. tapi uu koh leh H1N1, so oh teng kam chi leh pai.
kop-maker : o. o. beh 'uai la, eh 'eh kah ane ua. lu toh lo 'ak 'ek? ek-el? (oh. oh. beh kaui la eh ceh kah ane ua. lu toh lok tak cek? kl?)
me : ...
cheah : ee mun ai poi liau. ee poi ki bi kok eh.
kop-maker : o. lu mun poei eh. lu eh? (oh. lu mun poi eh. lu leh?)
cheah : keat tah tak eh. wa bo poi.
so la dee do. XX
that was somewhat how the conversation went. after knowing the thin surface of us, we had to melt the ice, not only break it. this was how i got to know her name :
kop-maker : lu 'in nia eppy eh 'o? (lu chin nia happy eh ho?)
me : chu mi leh?
kop-maker : 'ua lu e-e cio eh. (kua lu ti ti cio eh.)
me : (smiles) so meh ni wa lai lu koh eh eh ki wa bo eh?
kop-maker : eeeh. eh la. lu emia ah mi? (eeeh. eh la. lu mia ha mi?)
me : err. ejane.
kop-maker : aieeoo. ah mo emia wa emeh 'io 'ong. (aiyo. ah moh mia wa beh hiao kong.)
me : oh. er, ee chen la. ee chen. lu..lu mia ha mi leh?
kop-maker : wa mia ami a? wa mia a oon o. (wa mia hami ah? wa mia ah hoon lo.)
me : oh. ah hoon a. so lu ai wa kio lu ah hoon ceh ceh asi ah ee asi aunty?
kop-maker : 'ien eh la. 'eo a oon 'ia 'ah chin ma. (mien eh la. kio ah hoon nia kah chin ma.)
thus, we knew each other's name. notice that in the two above conversations, after every sentence of kop-maker, there is a bracketted of the exact meaning but just clearer pronouciation, because in real, the unbracketted version is how she speaks. that was how she spoke to us. and by talking to her, i've learned the trait of laughing off something after i have no idea what she just said.
other then a new found friend, there was another funny/scary encounter at Siang Malam with Cheah, and also Jennifer. it was one real fine night with big appetite. and usually we sit out at the table closest to the road but leaving the chair closest to the road empty and we would occupy the other three, so no one's back would face on coming cars. and on this night, we decided to eat our hearts out. and sure enough we did...we had all our drinks on the side of the empty seat so we had space for our food. then one homeless junk (pretty well about town, you might notice a middle-aged man, who walks like robot) came real close to us and then walked away. i was stunned a bit. and i thought he was just gonna sit his ass on that chair.
after a few moments later.................
YES. just as i thought my thought would not only remain a thought my thought did not remain as a thought.
that homeless junk came by again and sat. took out his hand. grap on Jennifer's drink. took it near his mouth. had the straw in his mouth. and sucked on the melted ice and a hint of barley. yes. it was pure OMG. i tried to stay calm. at the same time not laugh that he hacked Jennifer's drink. i think we might had sat with him for a good 15 seconds. i looked at Cheah and she looked back. Jenn was probably looking at her drink. haha. we waved at the botak man for rescue, but to no avail.
on the 16th second, i got up and went to tell Ah Hoon, "err, uu lang ceh tua wa lang eh toh teng..err". she went and said to him, (in an altered version) "chau. ai chau mai chau. ah bo wa gia siou chui theng lu eh a". and became our heroin of that night.
in that 48 nights, quite possibly 28 nights were spent in none other than, Siang Malam. Siang Malam is one place like no other. the ambience and the experience of Siang Malam, you can get no where. sitting just an inch away from the traffic by the road side while sipping to a cup of kopi-o-peng and enjoying a plate or more of mouth-watering char kuey teow and chee cheong fan. sipping to a cup of kopi-o-peng whilst talking about what happened during the day, catching up on the town's hottest gossip, hear conversation from the next table, and of course, talking about kebahagiaan.
spending so much time in Siang Malam, i could not help but make friends with my kopi-o-peng maker. the stall in between the chee cheong fan and the wantanmee-currymee-kueyteowteng-and-more stall. that stall is run by herself and her mother and on weekends, her father comes to help. the father - the botak man. anyway, i do not mean to be rude, neither offensive but this kopi-o-peng maker, speaks like as if her nose is pinched real tight (is there a word to describe this?), therefore, sometimes its really difficult to understand her. or like how i call it in hokkien, ee-oo.
one night, Cheah came to overnight at my house, which is unchaperoned. so we got to spend our night talking until late into the night or wee hours in the morning, whichever. until the stall was all prepared for close. that night, the k-o-p maker came to talk to us, and that was how the ice crumble. well, usually i would go to Siang Malam with Ezen, but that night, Ezen was already back in Perth, so the kop-maker came to ask what happen to the other friend? and this was how it went :
kop-maker : lu kho chi khiok 'eng 'eui leh? (lu ko chi kiok peng eui leh?)
me : oh, ee ki tak cek liau.
kop-maker : o. ee hi 'ak ek eiau. hi ho lok 'ek 'ek? (oh. ee ki tak cek liau. ki toh lok tak cek?)
me : oh ciu.
kop-maker : o. poi eiau la? (oh. poi liau la?)
me : ah. si lo.
kop-maker : lu 'ang eh? bo 'ak 'ek meh? (lu lang leh? bo tak cek meh?)
me : uu. ah boi gok.
cheah : uu. tapi uu koh leh H1N1, so oh teng kam chi leh pai.
kop-maker : o. o. beh 'uai la, eh 'eh kah ane ua. lu toh lo 'ak 'ek? ek-el? (oh. oh. beh kaui la eh ceh kah ane ua. lu toh lok tak cek? kl?)
me : ...
cheah : ee mun ai poi liau. ee poi ki bi kok eh.
kop-maker : o. lu mun poei eh. lu eh? (oh. lu mun poi eh. lu leh?)
cheah : keat tah tak eh. wa bo poi.
so la dee do. XX
that was somewhat how the conversation went. after knowing the thin surface of us, we had to melt the ice, not only break it. this was how i got to know her name :
kop-maker : lu 'in nia eppy eh 'o? (lu chin nia happy eh ho?)
me : chu mi leh?
kop-maker : 'ua lu e-e cio eh. (kua lu ti ti cio eh.)
me : (smiles) so meh ni wa lai lu koh eh eh ki wa bo eh?
kop-maker : eeeh. eh la. lu emia ah mi? (eeeh. eh la. lu mia ha mi?)
me : err. ejane.
kop-maker : aieeoo. ah mo emia wa emeh 'io 'ong. (aiyo. ah moh mia wa beh hiao kong.)
me : oh. er, ee chen la. ee chen. lu..lu mia ha mi leh?
kop-maker : wa mia ami a? wa mia a oon o. (wa mia hami ah? wa mia ah hoon lo.)
me : oh. ah hoon a. so lu ai wa kio lu ah hoon ceh ceh asi ah ee asi aunty?
kop-maker : 'ien eh la. 'eo a oon 'ia 'ah chin ma. (mien eh la. kio ah hoon nia kah chin ma.)
thus, we knew each other's name. notice that in the two above conversations, after every sentence of kop-maker, there is a bracketted of the exact meaning but just clearer pronouciation, because in real, the unbracketted version is how she speaks. that was how she spoke to us. and by talking to her, i've learned the trait of laughing off something after i have no idea what she just said.
other then a new found friend, there was another funny/scary encounter at Siang Malam with Cheah, and also Jennifer. it was one real fine night with big appetite. and usually we sit out at the table closest to the road but leaving the chair closest to the road empty and we would occupy the other three, so no one's back would face on coming cars. and on this night, we decided to eat our hearts out. and sure enough we did...we had all our drinks on the side of the empty seat so we had space for our food. then one homeless junk (pretty well about town, you might notice a middle-aged man, who walks like robot) came real close to us and then walked away. i was stunned a bit. and i thought he was just gonna sit his ass on that chair.
after a few moments later.................
YES. just as i thought my thought would not only remain a thought my thought did not remain as a thought.
that homeless junk came by again and sat. took out his hand. grap on Jennifer's drink. took it near his mouth. had the straw in his mouth. and sucked on the melted ice and a hint of barley. yes. it was pure OMG. i tried to stay calm. at the same time not laugh that he hacked Jennifer's drink. i think we might had sat with him for a good 15 seconds. i looked at Cheah and she looked back. Jenn was probably looking at her drink. haha. we waved at the botak man for rescue, but to no avail.
on the 16th second, i got up and went to tell Ah Hoon, "err, uu lang ceh tua wa lang eh toh teng..err". she went and said to him, (in an altered version) "chau. ai chau mai chau. ah bo wa gia siou chui theng lu eh a". and became our heroin of that night.
in Siang Malam, we had fun. we laughed. and we spoke of kebahagiaan.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
#1
i made friends with my friends, again. - that was how it felt meeting up and spending time with them.
i was lucky to have met up with many of my friends and learned many new things about them as well.
the very first person i met and suprised was none other then Mizen. when i dropped in at her house, she was busy babysitting and was bathing two big babies. i actually planned to suprise the second person i met but thanks to the first person i met, i could not carry out my suprise as planned. hence, instead of having Mizen drive me to Jennifer's house, we had to change plans and have Mizen call Jennifer and talk nonsense to her before i took over the phone. but i am happy all the same, ecstatic to be exact. and the fourth person i met was Cheah. then i stopped counting. boo.
and for my favourite friend, Beh, Mizen and i went to the bus station to fetch her from Penang. and we screamed her name, 'BEH SHUH PYNG...BEHHH SSSHUHHH PYNGGGGer..' ya, yet another quite successful attempt of cheap publicity by Mizen and Ejane. that was the first time i met with her. all eyes on us. then her.
and for Teoh, was the last friend i met on the week before my last week. but i was more than glad to be able to meet her. well, i have to say, thanks to H1N1, if not i would not have had that chance.
and back to what i mentioned, i've learned many new things about them; and these are a few;
Jennifer - she might potentially become Taiping's most unexpected gangsta. well-trained and well-prepared from St. George's Instituition. hell ya! i'd be your right-hand man.
Mizen - omg. i did not know that she eats like a pig. and faak that she is still that broom-stick. she probably eats 5 full meals in a day. she did not use to eat like that.
Beh - there is ONLY one thing i want to say. her old love : me. her new love : HANKY (i do not know his real name, but its pronouced like that.) it really is her new love but she is in such denial.
Ezen - masih segila dulu.
Cheah - kawan melayu di kiri kanan. dan hidup yang tertakdir di penjarakan di negeri Kedah.
Mei Chen - likes barbeque-ing.
Tee Xin - is not it obvious? she lost weight. definately.
Teoh - she still loves Malaysia. looks like i'd be celebrating Christmas alone. again.
Shafiq - pandai masak bihun goreng!
Joanne - she said she has fallen into an emo mode. but i don't notice.
and a lot more..
i was lucky to have met up with many of my friends and learned many new things about them as well.
the very first person i met and suprised was none other then Mizen. when i dropped in at her house, she was busy babysitting and was bathing two big babies. i actually planned to suprise the second person i met but thanks to the first person i met, i could not carry out my suprise as planned. hence, instead of having Mizen drive me to Jennifer's house, we had to change plans and have Mizen call Jennifer and talk nonsense to her before i took over the phone. but i am happy all the same, ecstatic to be exact. and the fourth person i met was Cheah. then i stopped counting. boo.
and for my favourite friend, Beh, Mizen and i went to the bus station to fetch her from Penang. and we screamed her name, 'BEH SHUH PYNG...BEHHH SSSHUHHH PYNGGGGer..' ya, yet another quite successful attempt of cheap publicity by Mizen and Ejane. that was the first time i met with her. all eyes on us. then her.
and for Teoh, was the last friend i met on the week before my last week. but i was more than glad to be able to meet her. well, i have to say, thanks to H1N1, if not i would not have had that chance.
and back to what i mentioned, i've learned many new things about them; and these are a few;
Jennifer - she might potentially become Taiping's most unexpected gangsta. well-trained and well-prepared from St. George's Instituition. hell ya! i'd be your right-hand man.
Mizen - omg. i did not know that she eats like a pig. and faak that she is still that broom-stick. she probably eats 5 full meals in a day. she did not use to eat like that.
Beh - there is ONLY one thing i want to say. her old love : me. her new love : HANKY (i do not know his real name, but its pronouced like that.) it really is her new love but she is in such denial.
Ezen - masih segila dulu.
Cheah - kawan melayu di kiri kanan. dan hidup yang tertakdir di penjarakan di negeri Kedah.
Mei Chen - likes barbeque-ing.
Tee Xin - is not it obvious? she lost weight. definately.
Teoh - she still loves Malaysia. looks like i'd be celebrating Christmas alone. again.
Shafiq - pandai masak bihun goreng!
Joanne - she said she has fallen into an emo mode. but i don't notice.
and a lot more..
Sunday, August 16, 2009
bunga matahari
semoga
bunga-bunga
matahari
menceriakan
harimu. BUNGA-BUNGA MATAHARI.
menyinarkan pudar di hati
memberi senyuman berseri
mengurangkan suka-duka di dunia ini.
Monday, August 10, 2009
live from Changi.
i cannot be any ever more ya tuhan as i am now.
i am now blogging live from Changi Airport in Singapore. it shows a smiley face on my watch, meaning its 2210 hours as of now. and i've been here since 1420 hours. well, i still have another 4 freaken hours to burn before i board my flight. part of me wants to be held in this time trap actually. because i do not want to reach my destination that soon. =(
Changi Airport deserves its complimence, because i am still surviving. its very kill-boredom friendly. it has many entertainment facilities. from big screen high-definition sports tv, to a small cinema, to music lounges, jamming studios, pc games and PS3 and Xbox (and bla bla bla bla) to mess with, and without charge. but then, being alone, nothing seems very attracting. and of course, abunudance of internet access. but it has its 15 minutes time limit and it automatically logs out. so you gotta log back in. and to prevent internet suckers like me to occupy the pc for hours, they do not provide chairs, so ya, my legs are pretty strong pillars.
there is a very lovely sunflower garden behind me, now. and what a coincident because i would like to officially annouce that sunflowers are my favourite flowers! so when you wear black and is sending me to heaven, bring sunflowers, i do not want kekwa.
i am at Changi Airport because i am not on holiday, anymore.
yesterday, there was a simple get-together with a few fellow friends who were really nice to come to spend their night with me. it was at the Gate! (dude,my favourite, after siangmalam.) and Jenn brought her guitar and Meichen brought her signature violin and we sang. i know, as if we own the place but why not? i might one day have share over that cafe. ;)
lastly, Ekspidisi Bahagia kali ini sudah pun berakhir. and i cannot wait to blog on this amazing and awesomus expedition.
salam hormat.
'berbakti kepada negara'.
i am now blogging live from Changi Airport in Singapore. it shows a smiley face on my watch, meaning its 2210 hours as of now. and i've been here since 1420 hours. well, i still have another 4 freaken hours to burn before i board my flight. part of me wants to be held in this time trap actually. because i do not want to reach my destination that soon. =(
Changi Airport deserves its complimence, because i am still surviving. its very kill-boredom friendly. it has many entertainment facilities. from big screen high-definition sports tv, to a small cinema, to music lounges, jamming studios, pc games and PS3 and Xbox (and bla bla bla bla) to mess with, and without charge. but then, being alone, nothing seems very attracting. and of course, abunudance of internet access. but it has its 15 minutes time limit and it automatically logs out. so you gotta log back in. and to prevent internet suckers like me to occupy the pc for hours, they do not provide chairs, so ya, my legs are pretty strong pillars.
there is a very lovely sunflower garden behind me, now. and what a coincident because i would like to officially annouce that sunflowers are my favourite flowers! so when you wear black and is sending me to heaven, bring sunflowers, i do not want kekwa.
i am at Changi Airport because i am not on holiday, anymore.
yesterday, there was a simple get-together with a few fellow friends who were really nice to come to spend their night with me. it was at the Gate! (dude,my favourite, after siangmalam.) and Jenn brought her guitar and Meichen brought her signature violin and we sang. i know, as if we own the place but why not? i might one day have share over that cafe. ;)
lastly, Ekspidisi Bahagia kali ini sudah pun berakhir. and i cannot wait to blog on this amazing and awesomus expedition.
salam hormat.
'berbakti kepada negara'.
Friday, August 7, 2009
i need to remember to breathe
in the many days that i am available for an emotion rollercoaster, it had to be today. it had to be this.
i admit that in all possible outcomes, i have never forseen this as the outcome. probably it is not the final one yet, but it is still enough to break my spirit by half. probably the situation as i know is not the situation in truth but will i ever know what is happening behind that wall, behind that telephone line.
i will depart this chance very soon and for this chance to come again would still be a long time coming. but it is not that i did not try. i tried. and this was probably the hardest i've ever tried.
i blame no one. maybe something went wrong along the way. the interseption of time, communication, character, technical and faith caused the failure of it all.
this is a feeling of your one saviour that turned to be your murderer. ouch.
give me light. give me guidance. give me bravery. give me direction. because i do not want to regret this.
make action. take action. do action. i do not want to lose this.
if this actually fails, its a heavy grievance that i would need to pack with me and be tagged along for months and months to come.
for the sun to shine again, you have to go through cloudy days. i guess.
i admit that in all possible outcomes, i have never forseen this as the outcome. probably it is not the final one yet, but it is still enough to break my spirit by half. probably the situation as i know is not the situation in truth but will i ever know what is happening behind that wall, behind that telephone line.
i will depart this chance very soon and for this chance to come again would still be a long time coming. but it is not that i did not try. i tried. and this was probably the hardest i've ever tried.
i blame no one. maybe something went wrong along the way. the interseption of time, communication, character, technical and faith caused the failure of it all.
this is a feeling of your one saviour that turned to be your murderer. ouch.
give me light. give me guidance. give me bravery. give me direction. because i do not want to regret this.
make action. take action. do action. i do not want to lose this.
if this actually fails, its a heavy grievance that i would need to pack with me and be tagged along for months and months to come.
for the sun to shine again, you have to go through cloudy days. i guess.
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