Bapak nak bunuh anak

Tak faham betul dengan sesetengah mak-bapak ni. Kalau nak bahayakan diri sendiri je takpe, ni sekali-kali dengan anak sendiri.

Petang tadi time balik kerja while I was at the traffic light, there was this dude in his early thirties almost got hit by a car sebab nak memotong traffic light. Guess what? He was riding with his son sitting in front of him, no helmet!

Seriously kalau aku nak buat drama aku dah ikut die, buat ceramah Maghrib kat die sepam. Kalau die sound aku balik "Lu sapa? Ada darah ngan wa ka lu nak marah-marah wa?!" aku dah susun ayat baik-baik nak tojai balik.

"Sedangkan wa yang takde darah ngan lu pon panas hati tengok lu nak bunuh anak lu tengah-tengah jalan raya. Lu rase lu bapak die, lu tak marah ke kat diri lu?!"

Lepas tu wa blah, sambil melambai ke belakang perli abang der bengap tu. lepas tu wa pulak yang kene langgar sebab tak tengok ke depan. Haaa, padan~!

Melalut sesaat, kembali ke pangkal cerita. Satu perangai orang Malaysia yang aku tak paham ni pasal helmet budak. Aku tau la budak cepat membesar, helmet tu beli boleh pakai setahun je. Tapi kalau dah tiap-tiap hari dibawaknye anak tu pergi sekolah, cuber kire dalam setahun budak tu terdedah dengan kecelakaan jalan ray adan kesalahan undang-undang yang besar kesan die. Tolak cuti pum pang pum pang pon sekurang-kurangnya dua ratus hari. Kali dua?

Helmet tu berape la sangat, nak bandingkan dengan harga nyawa budak tu? Die pakai, anak tak. Nyawa sendiri je ke yang berharga?

Ni tak sentuh bab die potong traffic light lagi. Kat simpang empat Ampang Point tu aku nak cakap! Sikit punye banyak kenderaan kat situ ko seboleh gagah nak memotong?! Dah la situ banyak orang arab, korang tau kan macam mane orang Arab bawak keter? Macam puaka!

Samerla yang cik abang ni pon, puaka jugak. Puaka tak sayang anak.

Still tak terdigest camne la die boleh jadik bodoh sampai macam tu. Agak-agak aku ade anak nanti, janganla aku buat jugak perangai macam tu. Mintak simpang~

At least bapak die ni sayang anak la jugak. But still jangan ikut macam ni!

Okaylah, post serious pulak hari n kan? nanti berbalik kepada post ceria ye anak-anak?

Till then,
Ciao~!

-NymQ-

What motivates you?

Finally, after like a few years of no actual swearing, I finally did today. and I swore hard! With all my soul I did, every single thing that pissed me of I would say, like, tonnes of endless swears.

It doesn't feel good though, because deep inside you know you've lost.

I don't know what has got into me, but I am losing my ability to stay positive. It is tiring! Felt like finally I gave up and there's nothing in this world could ever motivate me again.

What was my motivation? I mean, for everything that I do, what was my motivation to pursue it, to continue through the day. most importantly, to live.

Faith. yeah, definitely. But it only helps me not to commit suicide, for it is an unforgivable sin I'd be sent straight to hell if I did.

There must be something else.

Somehow I am losing it now and it's hard for me to rebound.

What is your motivation?

-NymQ-

Hati dan paras rupa

Pemberat untuk pasangan yang diingini adalahs eperti berikut:-

Good listener = 5%
Look = 5%
Have a sense of humor = 5%
Look = 5%
Understanding = 5%
Look = 5%
Caring = 5%
Look = 5%
Romantic = 5%
Look = 5%
Intelligent = 5%
Look = 5%
Respectful =5%
Look =5%
Kind-hearted=5%
Look=5%
Stable as in salary must be more than RM4k = 10%
Look = 10%

Tak percaya? Jom saya buat satu test yang simple dan senang untuk korang semua participate.

Perempuan - Antara dua pilih di bawah yang mana pilihan korang:


Abang A - Gaji Rm1000 saja sebulan, tak ramai kawan, average list yang di atas kecuali mukanya (Yang konpom-kompom penuh 50%) adalah sekadar 2%, kecuali sense of humor, maybe 3%


Abang B - 4% untuk semua di atas kecuali look yang memang kompom 1%. Oh ya, kind-hearted dia perfect 5%. Oh ya lagi, ada banglo sebijik.

Senang kan nak buat pilihan? Kacang sangat ni!
Then, untuk lelaki pulak:


Gadis A - Tak pandai buat lawak, masak pon tak pandai. Average skor di atas kecuali muka (5%) adalah 2% juga. Mungkin kat kind-hearted tu dia 3%, tapi it depends on hernmood

Gadis B - Sense of humor perfect 5%!!! Understanding, caring, respectful, kind-hearted pon perfect 5%! Intelligent ngan stability 4%

Ni pon aku rasa sangat senang nak buat pilihan. Mestilah korang akan pilih abang A dan gadis A, kan? Muka mesti attraction paling penting oleh seseorang tak kisah la dia berperangai macam mana pon.

Ada siapa-siapa yang pilih B? Serious pilih B ni?!

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Till then,
Ciao~!

-NymQ-

Mungkin aku belum lagi

Pavillion. Hari merdeka.

Berjalan-jalan dengan ex sebab dia nak cari seluar masuk kerja esok. Macam best, first time jejak kaki ke dalam kawasan membeli-belah Pavillion. Sebelum ini sekadar datang RedBox Plus untuk melalak.

Mata aku rambang tengok ke kiri ke kanan. Celaka, banyaknya harga runtuh. 20, 30, 50, 70! Mencanak sampai boleh membatalkan puasa pula rasa. Dengan gaya lelaki maskulin aku masuk menyerang angka potongan terbesar, harap-harap dapat tangkap satu baju pon bolehlah.

Sekali dah sentuh, tengok tag harga RM1200. T-shirt. Tiub falopio betul.

Nasib baik aku sekadar membawa beg kamera, kalau aku bawa beg galas dah lama aku capai gunting dan carik-carikkan baju tu depan salesgirl dia.

Yang sebenar-benarnya aku perasan aku ni masih belum merdeka. Nampak barang branded rasa perlu untuk dimiliki. Padahal tak perlu pon semua itu. Makan pakai cukup, duit bulan-bulan cukup. Ada kerja, ada kawan-kawan, ada motor, ada bilik sendiri, ada laptop, ada internet dan ada Facebook. Apa lagi yang aku nak? Penampar?

Sekarang nak yang medium-medium. Duit lebih nanti mesti nak yang heavy-heavy. Sebab ada lambang Topman, Esprit, ZARA(Padahal ZARA kat luar takla hot pon, macam Ikea versi baju je). Nanti-nanti nak Bally, Chanel dan lain-lain lagi.

Apa Forest? Apa Blue Toms? Kau ingat ni cerita Tom and Jerry?

Nak minum pon, tak main Nasi Kandar Pelita. Starbucks Frappuchino sahaja yang sesuai kalau nak minum sambil hisap rokok.

Hmmm...

Mungkin aku masih belum merdeka. Kalau tak, takkanlah aku nak letakkan Facebook sebagai keperluan asas hidup aku?

-NymQ-

AP reporter watches Israeli strike destroy own home on YouTube

Sedang Beyonce Knowles rancak berdengkur di atas tilam empuk bercadar satin dengan kekasihnya Jay-Z, sedang Christina Aguilera sibuk menghiburkan anak kecilnya dan berasa aman dan selamat dalam pangkuan suami, dan sedang Mylie Cyrus sibuk membuat terjun tiruk dalam kolam lautan duit di dalam rumah agamnya, aku terbaca berita ini.

(Sekarang pagi di Malaysia)

GAZA CITY, Gaza Strip – I live alone in my office. My wife and two young children moved in with her father after our apartment was shattered. The neighborhood mosque, where I have prayed since I was a child, had its roof blown off. All the government buildings on my beat have been obliterated.

After days of Israeli shelling, the city and life I have known no longer exist.

Gaza City, with some 400,000 people, stopped supplying water when the fuel ran out for the power station driving the pumps. We listen to battery-run radios for news, even though the outside world watches what's happening to us on television. The Hadi grocery where we once shopped is closed. Food is scarce all over town.

Three days after Israel began its airstrikes against Hamas militants on Dec. 27, my apartment building was shaken by bombs aimed at a nearby Hamas-run government compound.

My brother took a picture of the room where my boys, 2-year-old Hikmet and 6-month-old Ahmed, once slept. Their toys were broken, shrapnel had punched through the closet and the bedroom wall had collapsed. I don't know if we will ever go back.

There are other pictures that haunt me. The Israeli army issued a video of the bombing of the Hamas-run government compound, which it posted on YouTube. In it, I also can see my home being destroyed, and I watch it obsessively.

Some of my colleagues lost their houses to the shelling as well, and are sleeping on mattresses spread across the floors of an apartment upstairs from The Associated Press bureau.

On Tuesday, I stood outside my apartment building but didn't dare enter. I was worried the remains of the nearby compound might again be shelled.

Othman, the owner of the Addar restaurant where my wife and I bought takeaway when we were both working, put up aluminum sheeting over the broken windows to stop looters. On the pavement, phone and power lines were tangled together like twine.

Driving to central Gaza City, I took the road where Gaza's two main universities are. It was covered with shards of glass, telephone cables, electricity wires and flattened cars. This road was once crowded with students, taxis and street vendors.

The Mazaj coffee shop on Omar Mukhtar street, Gaza's main thoroughfare, was shuttered. It was popular with wealthy university students and foreigners working for nonprofit agencies because it served really good Guatemalan coffee — rumored to have been smuggled in through the same tunnels under the Egyptian border the militants used to bring in weapons.

Al Dera, a beautiful hotel on the Mediterranean shore, was a place where young men and women smoked water pipes and flirted, and where families went for dinner on Thursdays.

Those days are gone now.

On Tuesday, the only shop I found open was the Shifa pharmacy run by my friend Eyad Sayegh. He's an Orthodox Christian, and I stopped to wish him a Merry Christmas — Eastern churches celebrate Christmas on Wednesday.

Eyad told me he forgot it was Christmas.

All the landmark buildings I covered as a reporter have vanished.

The colonial-era Seraya was the main security compound for the succession of Gaza's rulers — the British, Egyptians, Israelis, the Palestinian Authority and then the rival Palestinians of Hamas.

We used to fear the Seraya, where the central jail was. Now it's rubble.

The Al Shuhada mosque on the eastern corner of the compound, where I prayed every day, was one of the few in Gaza with good air conditioning. A local philanthropist who liked Moroccan architecture redecorated the interior with intricate wooden arabesques and Quranic verses etched on the roof. The roof caved in when the Israelis bombed the jail next door.

Of the presidential office overlooking the sea, only a few walls remain. For many Gazans it was a symbol of our statehood, even though President Mahmoud Abbas, who also heads the Fatah movement, hasn't been there since Hamas seized control of the territory in June 2007.

Someone planted a Palestinian flag on the building's remains. The huge gate at the western entrance still stands, giving an illusion of something big behind it.

And across the city, the Parliament house is half destroyed. It used to tower above the Unknown Soldier park and the shops that lined downtown Omar Mukhtar Street.

On Jala Street, one of Gaza's main roads, I saw about 30 boys around a leaky irrigation tap on a traffic island. They were clutching empty soft drink bottles and jerry cans, trying to fill them with water.

Samir, who is 9, told me his family has no water at home and he wanted to bring enough for a bath because he and his brother smell.

That's a problem for most people in Gaza right now.

In my father-in-law's building, residents throw out bags of spoiled food. With no power, refrigerators don't run and fresh food quickly rots.

There were few cars on the roads, and most of those were media cars, ambulances and vehicles packed with civilians. Some looked like they were fleeing, with mattresses tied to the roofs, but who knows where they can go.

Israeli helicopters flew overhead. I heard blasts in the distance. The roads were ripped apart by explosives.

I drove into downtown Gaza, trying to prove to myself I can still do something I have done so often before — drive through my city.

I reached the Catholic Latin Patriarchate School I attended, where my late father — also an AP correspondent — used to bring me every day. The building was undamaged.

I stood in front of it, wondering if I will ever be able to walk my children to this school.

Sakit jugak hati ini mendengar alasan Israel membuat serangan ke atas Palestin. Bagi aku, tidak kiralah apa jua alasan yang diberikan, melibatkan dan membunuh nyawa-nyawa yang tidak berdosa adalah suatu tindakan maha gampang. So you say you are defending Israel from Hamas rocket attack, but what the hell you're killing 600++ (and counting) in less than a month just to defend, without you having THAT amount of loss?! And you're still doing it, killing more people in the future!

Of the Palestinians killed since Dec. 27, some 350 were civilians, among them 130 children, according to Palestinian medical officials. Eleven Israelis have been killed, including three civilians, since the offensive began.

This is fair. So fair we should applause to you kind people.

Can you sleep at night thinking that your words, hands and actions had ended hundreds of lives? What kind of a monster are you?!


In Geneva, the international Red Cross said it found four small children alive next to their mothers' bodies in the rubble of a Gaza home hit by Israeli shelling.

I am now bringing this pamphlet when I go shopping, cos I am so lazy to hafal.

Ps- Anybody knows about the new French-Egyptian cease-fire proposal? What does it say?

Ps2 - Kamu tidak bertudung pon, kamu kalau masih mengaku Muslim, bacalah ini.

Siri Hati sabariah Salamiah Hassan Pt 1

Sori post I nih hujung-hujung sem baru nak buat, tapi dah I teringat time-time nih (Almaklumlah, study ADBS akan membuat kiter terbabas ke hulu dan ke hilir dengan riang gembira sekali)

I harap post nih boleh jadikkan ikhtibar untuk sem depan... harap tiade yang terase hati, pedas itu sekadar penyedap bacaan. Kalau boleh bagilah komen yang membina ye? dan ape-ape yang korang tak puas ati yang korang nampak juge boleh membantu diskusi kite...

Baiklah, I nak muler berleter. Tutup telinga~

1) Perempuan terbahagi kepada 3 puak:- makhlok2 Rakan Masjid, grup Kita Serupa dan Laknatullah. Mungkin antara lelaki tak ketara, tapi kalau dalam kaum perempuan itu, 2 puak ekstrimis ni sebaik mungkin tidak akan berkomunikasi antara satu sama lain. Jelaslah! Sampai aku terasew hati nak tulis kat sini! Makhlok2 RM memandang Laknatullah sebagai VIP neraka manakala Laknatullah memandang RM sebagai buta dunia. Dah 4 tahun aku perasan. Kadang-kadang kite boleh perasan atau nampak dengan jelas pandangan/jelingan yang dilemparkan antara satu sama lain apabila berselisihan tak kiralah kat koridor ke, Pocket ke, cafe ke. Tiem event pon nak gak kalo boleh, walopon xde la secuka biasa.

Tapi yang buat aku sangat2 nak tulis nih bile aku terdengar satu pihak berkata secara perlahan "Kafir~" kepada pihak yang satu lagi tatkala aku membeli air di V5 cafe.

Aku takto nape jadik macam tu tapi nasihat aku satu je, untuk RM - Kalo kamu menjauhkan diri dan memandang ketidaksempurnaan seseorang itu lebih jelas daripada potensi yang ada dalam diri mereka, masakan mereka mampu dibawak untuk mendekati Yang Esa. Untuk Laknatullah2 puler - Jangan anggap mereka2 ini tidak mandi atau sekurang2nya membersihkan diri sekadar pada pakaian yang dipakai. Mungkin mereka tidak seopen-minded kamu berparti liar bersentuhan lelaki perempuan tanpa ada rasa Haram, namun mereka juga mampu membuatkan kamu ketawa dan mesra orangnya kalo kamu mampu menurunkan pagar yang dibina selame ini... Nasihat I tak berat sebelah kan?

2) Saye benci perempuan yang tidak tahu menghias diri dan menggunakan nama Islam sebagai defence mechanism. Kononnye buter fesyen dunie takpe, bute akhirat jangan. Tolonglah. Kamu seorang wanita, jagalah keindahan kamu itu. Ni tak, ade sesetengah tu yang pakai baju t-shirt gelebeh besar macam mak-mak mengandung gie kelas, Jaya Jusco dan seantero dunia. FYI, baju itu sesuai untuk beriadah/aktiviti2 ko-Q dan TIDUR sahaja. Tolong jangan berpakaian seperti kanak-kanak bawah 10 tahun! Fesyen pon biar seimbang dunia-akhirat. kenape, xde ke baju kurung- baju kurung atau maxy-maxy yang lawa-lawa tapi sopan? Ni tak, serabai je.

Bukannyer nak suro lawa2 macam nak raye, dan paling penting bukan untuk riak. Tapi sedap mate memandang, up-to-date dan tak nampak selekeh, itu dah okay~

Sedarlah cara anda itu sedikit sebanyak mencemarkan nama Islam. Islam ada profesioanlismnya, ada adabnya, Islam itu sederhana, bukan papa-kedana dan yang paling penting Islam itu indah. Kamu pun kenalah jadi indah, jangan pulak jangan jadik sakai!

Untuk rujukan, kalo tak paham! Kedai-kedai baju muslim di internet dan kedai rujukan dengan pakaian menarik.

3) Aku ade bace satu blog (rujuk sini) berkenaan mat-mat foreigner yang suke jalan tengah-tengah jalan. Betul points die, tapi aku nak bagi bahase Inggeris, mane tau kalau2 depa terbaca ka, baghu sedaq siket! Dan post ni ditujukan khas buat umat-umat UTP.

I hate stupid foreigners who love to walk in the middle of the road. I can understand the fact that some of them live in a place where the only transportations they have are cow-carts, camels, donkeys, etc that they do not know the ethics of being a pedestrian but for some foreign students who came from oil-producing countries, I know you have seen cars even before you came here so don't act dumb. Do not make the road like it belongs to your fathers! It's NOT just about SAFETY, it's about ETHICS!!

The ones that I hate the most is the super-black guys (I'm not being racist, I'm dark too) who like to do it in the middle of the night! WE do not GLOW IN THE DARK!!! If you hate your life so much, go drown yourself in the sewer in front of the (no-more) gas station. You'll do us a very big favor~

Weird, huh? Female foreign students never do this...

4) MALE foreign student from ASIA do not have balls! Yes, they are polite but seriously they are arrogant at the same time. They will never say 'hi' to you no matter what happen unless you say 'hi' to them first, even if you know he knows you are almost in every class he's in! It's okay if we are the first to greet you for the first three times but more than that, cut your dick and hard-boil them! Don't eat them, they are worthless to you. Go feed the cats... Please, we won't eat you, we are no better than you guys, we're Asians too! Luckily female foreign students and male Indonesians aren't, that's why we like them better~

5) Pengurusan tong sampah - Kucing suker main sampah. Tong sampah kene amek. Kenape tak tangkap je kucing-kucing nih gie buang?! Walaupon aku penchenta kucing, aku bersikap rasional.

• Tong sampah tu takdenyer nak beranak-pinak bercucu-piut.
• Tong sampah tak kencing atau memerut!
• Tong sampah tak berjalan keliling UTP dan masuk bilik orang tanpa membasuh kaki

FYI, apabila binatang2 mula menjadik pest, ianya perlu dikontrol...

Takkan nak aku cakap orang-orang bertanggungjawab pemalas? Ye ke tak pemalas? Atau pemalas dan tak reti buat keje? Pedih ke? Sakit ke telinga? Maaf~ Tak betul tak kate...

6) Perempuan muslim yang menayang imej seksinya di Avatar GTalk atau Yahoo ( Rambut takpelah, kamu kan Muslim Hadhari? Tapi ini siap tunjuk lurah lagi!) dan yang paling tak tahan dengan ayat-ayat separa lucah.

No ellaboration, just a question - BODOHKAH KAMU?

7) Pakgad yang tidak tetap hati jugek menjengkelkan saye. kadang nak tengok kad metrik, kadang xmo! Aku selalu menunjuk jubo kat pakgad-pakgad nih (Tengah seluk poket belakang nak amek wallet tapi dah kene blah). At least aku dapat bagi action "Kiss My ass" pada mereka. Kalo nak tengok, tengok ALL THE TIME! Kalo taknak, JANGAN CHECK LANSUNG! Gheja jangan helai-belai~

Pakgad yang bachul juge tidak patut wujud di UTP. Jaguh kampung orang katekan. Malaysian yang terlupe name tag kene ceramah macam pakgad nie tengah prektik presentation FYP1 selama 20minit atau teringin nak jadik penceramah dalam Ceramah Hal Ehwal Perdana kat TV1, tapi kalo foreigners yang busok kambing pakai t-shirt (yang selayaknye dihadiahkan kepade mak cik cleaner untuk mengelap meja, singki, etc), selipar tandas dan berambut sebulan tak mandi pon die takkan tahan, walaupon foreigner tuh lalu belakang die je. Die seboleh mungkin buat-buat tak nampak walaupon kite dah nampak die nampak terlebeh dahulu sebelom die buat-buat tak nampak.

8) Foreigner yang busok kambing pakai t-shirt (yang selayaknye dihadiahkan kepade mak cik cleane untuk mengelap meja, singki, etc), selipar tandas dan berambut sebulan tak mandi dan ke blok akademik. FOREIGNERS who doesn't know the proper dressings when he/she is in the academic blocks. You have the brain (assumably), but we think you're a bit dumb for not understanding the basic guidelines once taught to you. Or you just plain stupid not to observe others? Do not emphasize how rubbish you are visually! Being a hoo-hah in your group like a tribe of primitive hunters already told us that, thank you~

9) V5 takder water cooler. Nape susah-susah pergi letak O2 water tuh? Kami tak mintak lebeyh2, just water cooler. Tolong buang O2 water tuh, kami tak perlukan. Ape, berdose ke minum water cooler?! FYI, penggunaan bekas-bekas plastik adalah toksik kepada penggunanya.

V5 punyer vending machine makan duit haram! Ya, semuanya! Ni kes aku dahaga ayaq tengah malam. Pakai kain pelikat pusing satu V5 nak beli ayaq tin tapi takdak. yang saket ati tu, setiap satunye menelan sekurang-kurangnya seposen duit aku. Baiki sekali, ok, pastuh rosak balik, palep***?!!! Repair biarlah betol2, kalo tau bende tu repair rosak balik, tukar jelah ngan baru slot duit tuh! sekupang ke, dua kupang ke, kalo aku haramkan kat Padang Mahsyar nanti siap sedialah ko nak larik bogel carik Mohd Izzuan Affendi bin Roslan. Kiter sesame main nyork2 yer?

Al-maklumlah, I dahaga, nak minum air... UTP kan taknak bekalkan water cooler kat V5?~

Lagi pon court2 baru dah nak siap, nanti ramai pelajar-pelajar yang kehausan. Ape langkah-langkah kamu, pihak bertanggungjawab?

Ahhh!!! Puas! Selesai sesi terapi minda I! Salah dan silap harap dimaafkan, moga kite same2 ingat-mengingati... Dan jangan luper diri time cuti~!

Salami Laseri~!!!

-SabariahSalamiahHassan-

Ps- Harap jangan terase pulak penggunaan ayat pelik2, I'm using it only as a word, samer macam penggunaan sembahyang time solat. I bukan sembah nenek moyang, I sembahyang dalam konteks solat~ Saye bukan Dewan Bahasa Dan Pustaka.

Masalah lamaku terjawab~!

Matheilah ABAP1!!! (Sambil membaling laptop ke luar tingkap... dalam minda)

Nyaketkan hati je study 20++ slides yang ntah hape2 die tuleh, dah la guner PDF! Sebagai tanda protes, aku ngan jantan-jantanku, Kong dan Kay ke Salaam bagi mendamaikan hati bak sekeping hati dibawa berlari, jauh melalui jalan yang sepi Jalan kebenaran luas terbentang di depan matamu para pejuang... Ni lirik lagulah! Aku ngarot je nih! Yang korang bace gak kenape? Yes, kene~!

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Nway~

Time aku makan roti canai dua dan roti telur satu (Pada pukul 2 pagi, tambah ukuran lilitan pinggang baek punyer~), aku perasan kuah dal die xde sambal. So seperti biasa, aku pon soh jantan second aku, Kong, panggel. Tapi die xmo lak kali nih!

"Ang blajaq panggey sendiri~!" katanya. Dan aku dalam dilema... Dilema yang aku hadapi semenjak daripada kecik lagi...

Kalo sape2 penah kuar ngan aku mesti perasan aku tak penah panggel pekerja-pekerja kedai secara verbal. seyes~

Ini kedai, banyak femes di Penang
Aku ade masalah memanggil pekerja-pekerja di kedai restoran India "Mamak". Pernah dulu aku panggel diorang "Bang! Bang!", kene bahan ngan geng-geng yang jubronnnzzz...

Semenjak itu, I will wait for them to see me so I can raise my hand to call them. Kalo diorang tak tengok, lantak akulah~

Dilema bertambah bile aku melihatkan aksi ini - Coursemateku berjumpe abang terchenta~
Sebab pada pandangan aku, kalo macam kite ade mangambil makcik2 bekerja sebagai orang gaji kat umah kite, kite tak bahasekan die sebagai "Orang gaji", ye dak?

Xde lak kite panggel die "Erm, orang gaji, orang gaji. Ambilkan I air kopi sechewen~" tapi kite akan panggel "Maksu/Nenek/Kak Bee/Makcik Senah/MakLang/MakLong, ambilkan Mimi orange juice segelas, shaken, not stirred~".

Nampak je baik, tenang, keibu-ibuan... Tapi try ko panggel Nek Semah ni "Orang gaji", merase ko tak makan sambal belacan sebulan!!!
Aku rasa konsep yang sama applied kat mana2 orang, tak kira tua, muda, laki, pompuan. Tambahan lagi, mengikut kata2 di bawah...

"Most Indian Muslims consider this term to be pejorative."

Dilema ni aku hadapi cukup lama, sebab orang kate Mamak ni perkataan ala2 kuli kalo digunerkan. Aku tak tau betol ke tak~

Tapi bile pergi kedai diorang, kalo panggel mamak diorang okay je. Nape takleh panggel mamak, why is it degoraty to them but at the same time they are willing to be called "Mamak? Takkan diorang tak kisah kot dipanggel kuli?!

BerDOSAkah aku seperti DOSA MIX ini kalo bersikap biadab memanggel seseorang tuh dengan (kononnya) bahasa kasar walaupon aku tak bermaksud itu?
Tensi punyer pasal, pas balik makan dok pikir2 lagi. So aku pon bukak Wikipedia. Ini yang aku dapat:-

"The word 'Mamak' is from the Tamil term for maternal uncle, or 'maa-ma'.

In the context of Singapore and Malaysia, children of all ethnic groups are taught to refer to adult neighbours, shopkeepers and even strangers as 'uncle' and 'auntie', as a form of respect for and deference towards elders.

This term is used even though the adult may not be a member of the child's family, clan or even ethnic group/'race'.

The origin of the term 'mamak stall' is likely from the practice of children addressing the shopkeeper as 'uncle', or 'mamak', in his native Tamil language, as a form of respect when interacting with him, and patronising his shop."

Ooo... Skang baru aku paham... Uncle ghopenye~ Mungkin sebab term tue digunekan tak kene tempat, die tue baru 20-an tapi dah panggel pakcik padahal beza umo tak la tegha mana pon~

So, aku membuat konklusi bahawa aku akan mengubah sikap untuk blaja memanggil pekerja-pekerja berkenaan bila diperlukan dengan penggunaan "Mamak" yang betul iaitu sebagai respek, bukan just panggilan kosong So skang dengan rasminya aku declare MASALAH AKU SELESAI!!!. Yeay~!!!


"Takpe you. You nak panggel I ape pon I tak kesah~ I rela youuu~!!!"
-Abdul Karim, pelajar jurusan Teknologi Maklumat-

Tanpa kedai mamak, sapelah rakyat Mesia. Sunyi je malam2. Banyak sejarah, kenangan dan pengalaman yang kite dapat sepanjang mengedai mamakkan diri setiap malam kelaparan. Nak2 ade yang beromantika kat sini dolu2~ Kedai mamaklah dulu mak ngan ayah aku dating makan mee rebus Pokok Ceri~ Peripentingnya kedai mamak telah mencorakkan suatu budaya yang susah nak dijumpa di mana2 negara lain seluruh dunia.

"The mamak stall has been etched permanently into Malaysian culture, much in part because of its ubiquitous nature. The mamak stall is very much a melting pot of cultures, a symbol of multiracial harmony. People of all races, religions and ages frequent mamak stalls to gossip or catch a late-night football game while enjoying a cup of hot teh tarik. No other eatery has quite as much cultural significance in Malaysia."

Akhir kate, majulah kedai mamak untuk negara~!!!

-NymQ yang kebingungan-

It touched me deep~

I love hanging out in Yahoo!Answer. Today I went inside Entertainment and Music> Polls and Surveys > Questions. Answered a question titled "What is the nicest thing you've ever done to a stranger?"

As I was looking at the other answers, one of it got my attention. The others were like "Helped a little girl find her parents", "gave changes to an old lady" but this one is different, it was touching. It was simple but it hit me hard.

"I was working part time at Pizza Hut, and a woman came in with 3 children. I could tell by the way the children acted that they were hungry.

I saw the Mom counting her change before I waited on her.

She ordered a small coke and a small pizza to split between them.

I told her that she was my 100th customer and the meal's free. The children got so excited. She had tears in her eyes as she thanked me over and over. I saw her years later and she thanked me again.

Nice memory."

1) The family was hungry
2) The mother wanted to give food for her children
3) She knew she didn't have enough money yet she knew her children hadn't eaten still
4) The cashier, understood, saved this woman from being embarrassed in front of other people and helped her to feed her children.
5) The children were excited. Sure, it was just a free meal, but for kids, who are still naive and life is still simple for them, small things like this really brighten up their day. Imagine us when we were small, even finding a toy in our snack is wonderful enough.

It reminds me of a memory once I've forgotten. I was young, around 3 years old. It was in Kuala Lumpur, me and my mom went to see my dad (he was a sailor back then, an engineer in trading ship). Me and my mom went to see dad by train from our village, Kota Aur in Penang. We spent the weekend together in KL because the ship was lodging (is this the right word?) for a few days in Pelabuhan Klang.


Dad brought us to KFC. It was my first time getting inside a fast food restaurant, I guess, because I felt really 'kekok' but I remember the place is very beautiful and sooo like in the TV! Everything looked so bright and brilliant, with many people who looked city-ish, smart, beautiful and handsome. Somehow I didn't feel belonged, but I was excited at the same time.

We sat at one of the tables, dad went to order and got back later.

Two drinks (or three, I can't remember) and one snack plate (or just chickens).

I ate happily. It tasted so good~! OMG, if I could describe how good my first KFC chicken bite, I would but it was beyond words!

But I also realized that they didn't eat, it was just me eating.

I wanted to ask my dad to eat my chicken too, but I was too shy. I hadn't meet him much but I really really like my dad! He's the coolest man on Earth. That's why I couldn't say it. You know, when you get speechless seeing real-life Power Rangers in front of you in the supermarket? It kinda like that~

I lost that memory for a while until a time me and my mom sat and reminisced our past together that I recalled it back. What more, I also realized what is really going on at that time.

They didn't eat, they just drank and looked at their son eating. My dad really want to make me happy even though at that time the budget was real tight.

And he did.



If I could repeat that time, I really wanna ask him to eat it with me. And also ask mom. Because it was a wonderful memory of mine and I wanna share with them too.

=)

...Thank you.

-Izzuan-

"Jangan hisap dade, marila menderme dare"

Kate2 Tan Sri samy Vellu. Niat die baik, tapi bahase x kene. Takperlah, hari ni NymQ nak perkenalkan rakan baru blog ini. Hopefully anda enjoy~



Hi hi~! Ini Sabariah Salamiah Hassan bercakap. Y'allz tau, arini I ke UTP, you know? Well, actualynyer, tujuan I ke UTP nak melawat anak sedare I yang akan grad besok. Almaklumlah, semua anak2 sedare I bijak2 belake... Sape punye anak sedare? I punyer anak sedare, you~!!!

Tapi I taknak bercakap pasal Convofair, I nak cakap pasal menderma darah aka blood donation. Maybe y'allz yang kurang genetik2 keberanian mesti rase takut biler membacer introduction I kan? Well, you're just bunch of losers, hahaha~!!! (Gelak ala2 watak wanita antagonis dalam soap opera sambil memegang kipas cina mengipas2)

Yours truly, Miss Super-hot-bod berjalan ke sane nak tengok how they really do blood donation. Ade katel disediakan dekat stu tempat, ade kerusi untuk bakal2 penderma, kaunter ade tiga (daftar, check blood pressure and check darah. Clean, organized and have lotsa friendly looking doctors and nurses, plus a few cute Convofarians yang menjaga event nih). Not bad, I found ramai jugak yang datang. Pelajar2 UTP nih memang bagus2 belaka. Sejuklah hati mak bapak yang melahir dan menjaga anak2 ini.

I ke kaunter first, kat sini sesape nak derma bolehlah mengisi form untuk butir2 peribadi y'allz. I tak tahan bacer form2 panjang lebar camtu, naseb beik adek manis penjaga tolong isikan. Hepi I~

Isi camner ni, Pe'ah?

Tengok, orang-orang yang dah *ehem* "matured" pon maseh mampu derma darah. Ni pulak y'allz yang muder2 bergetah lagi x mampu nak lakukan?! Takkan takut jaum, malulah kat akak and abang nie~

Selepas itu, I timbang berat badan I (alwes slim and gorgeously fabu!) dan check my blood pressure. Thanx to my spa treatment kat SpaQ, I rase ia banyak membantu I lepas untuk sesi di sini...

Adik comel tengah tarik nafas tahan perut di depan kamera

Then I catwalk ke meja seterusnya, tempat diorang check darah. Mane tau, ader anasir2 jahat yang cuber mengganggu kesihatan diri y'allz, doktor2 and misi2 nih boleh tolong2 checkkan.Baik kan mereka? I likkke!!!

Menunggu dengan muke yang sabar untuk keputusan HIV

Tetiber, I terdengar suare mengeloi2 name I. Entah dari mane datangnye suare tu pun I wasn't so sure. Rupe2nye ade abang hot panggel I dari atas katil. Dah la hot, atas katil pulak tue, hmmm (tersenyum sinis).

Eh, jangan fikir yang bukan2, okeyyy~? I nak bagitau "Dahla kacak, tengah menderma darah lak tu, bagus betol die ni~ All rounder!" tapi y'allz pikir ape? A'aaa... Nakal~!

Gayer posing cium keti sendiri...

"Beb, mehla duduk sebelah I" kate abang hot tu. Abang ni pon tak kurang juge kenakalan die, hehe...

"Xpelah, darling. You dah ade partner, I cari tempat lainlah," kate I sambil menuding ke arah abang sorang lagi yang tengah buat muke pening2 lalat. Sian kat die, tapi I tak sempat bagi die sedikit ayat2 supportive sebab nurse dah panggil I ke katil I.

I baring, betul2kan kedudukan I and then nurse tu masukkan jarum. Tak rase ape2 pon, tapi abang lagi sorang ni sebok pulak nak menges. Takpelah sweety, at least you tengah melakukan something yang mulie, kan? Here~*Flying kiss*

Huhu~ Saye takot jarom~

Tup tap tup tap, dah abes dah rupenye, kejap je derma darah nie. Dahla tak lansung rase sakit, lepas tu kejap pulak tu, and then dapat makanan free lagi. Untung anybody yang datang, you! About 30 minutes or less, I pon bangun dari katil. Doktor tu gave me a card yang membuktikan I pernah menderma darah, he said "Kalau cik adik manis pergi mane2 klinik atau hospital kerajaan, adik boleh dapat benefit sebab adik dah penah derma." Ha, tak untung lagi tu, y'allz? Y'allz rugi tau kalau taknak derma darah, I tell you!

Dalam pade I tengah berjalan dengan ayu dan jelita melangkah ke pintu keluar common room ni, I nampak ade satu wajah sugul tengah melengung jauh. I pon menghampirila adik sorang nih. Mane tau, tengah dilawat Miss Moon ke, atau ade masalah keguguran kandungan, leh jugak I tolong2.

Wajah kehampaan maksima

"Nape adik? Nampak sedih je?" tanye I, as a concern lady like I always am.

"Sedey kak, saye xleh derma... Tak lepas..." Kate adik ni. Siannye kat die! Nape ye?

"Ntahla kak, saye dah derma dua kali dah. Tapi kali ni tak lepas sebab berat badan berlebihan..."

"Awww~ Siannyer... Takpelah adek, tahun depan cube lagi ye?" dan I sambung dengan 1001 petua untuk mengekalkan kejelitaan san ke-slim-an potongan badan I yang seksi-meksi ni.

"Baik akak!" Wajah adik ni kembali kegirangan, di matanye penuh dengan api yang membara. I bangge dengan die, walaupon tak lepas tapi masih tak putus ase. Hopefully tahun depan akan ade sinar harapan untuk die menderma kembali. And I pasti, I akan datang lagi tahun depan untuk support adik ni~!

I bangun dengan hati yang puas daripada kerusi. Arini I rase hidup I penuh bermakna. Masekan tidak, bukan boleh lakukan selalu perkara2 kebaikan dan inspiration macam nie. Indah betul langit hari ini, I hirup uadara sepuas2nya. Dalam melangkah ke kereta, I berfikir keseorangan dan berharap usaha2 murni macam ni akan senantiasa diteruskan.

Life is beautiful. Don't just live to the fullest, share it with others!

Setakat ini je celoteh I untuk y'allz kali ni. Y'allz patut bersyukur dilahirkan cukup sifat, sihat, jarang saket2 dan paling penting tak pernah ditimpa sebarang kecelakaan yang parah2~ Apekate y'allz zahirkan perasaan bersyukur y'allz dalam bentuk yang boleh memanfaatkan masyarakat macam I? Setidak2nye, kepuasan tu kite akan rase. Tak banyak, sikit. Tapi ambillah mase dulu, kalau tak ready, jangan force (but always try to make your move!)

Ape2 pon, its all up to you~

Salam Salamiah,

-Sabariah Salamiah Hassan-

Sesi tambah dosa - Makhlok asing yang poyoz!

Ini kari ayam dan bergedil
Pernahkah anda terasa bagai memberi pelangkong terhadap seseorang makhlok Allah? Hatta yang local mahupon international (Egyptian dikecualikan, semua orang benci Egyptians kat UTP sebab diorang memang dikenali kerana perangai mala'un hidup-segan-mati-tak-mahu).

Semalam iaitu hari Selase 19 haribulan Ogos 2008, dalam pada aku riang-ria gembira Ribena, si dia (mari kita panggilnya Kari Bergedil) telah melancarkan perang urat saraf terhadap neuron2 otak aku ketika kami sedang aman menjawab kuiz ABAP.

You knowla, kan? Kong, sape tak kenal Kong? Bising, menyakitkan hati dan perangai yo-yo-o-jubo nyer tu memang terjadik secara genetik sejak daripada kelahirannya di mukabumi ini. Jadik tak kisahlah kalo die nak bising, aku pon rase ramai yang tak kisah. Aldo die menjengkelkan, everybody (except me) likes him~ No worries, Kong. Ur still my pimp~

Eniwei, back to Bergedil's plotline, dalam pada Kong membaca soalan kuiz untuk penerangan kepada rakan2nya yang budiman, si Kari Bergedil ni pusing ke belakang dan

"Excuse me, can you read it to yourself?"



I know, I know, its not a big deal, but he's already annoyed us the whole years since foundation (seriously) but we never said anything to him. Dulu, die sorang je yang [edited] galak [/edited] nak tuka2 jadual kelas, sape pon tak respon. Dah ah chatting ngan die sentiasa menyakitkan atie, [edited] cakap pasal [/edited] wanita2 Malaysia (Untuk gadis2 UTP yang maseh belom berpunya dan memerlukan [edited]maniac[/edited] sebagai pakwe, silalah apply).

Ayat paling kasar pernah aku dengar adalah time foundation yang menyebabkan aku agak jengkel dengan mamat ni. Me and my friends saje nak berbaik2 ngan dak foreigner, almaklumlah tuan rumah kene melayan tetamunye dengan sebaik mungkin. Gill, Abdullah, Sophoan twins, dak2 Thai kire leh masokla. But when we went to this s'ole nak ajak makan, he said

"I dont want to go, I dont need local friends," or something like that.

It was okay, maybe he was joking, cos he stood there blankly when we got away obviously pissed off. Then a few years later me kena jual tiket Colorful Nite, jumpe die nak jual tiket. Die cakap

"I dont wanna go. Unless there's a girl, can you find me one?"

Aku pon gelak, but he went

"No, seriously. I want a girl for the nite, it'll be good if she's the open-type, you know?"

Kalo taknak beli, bagitau la terang2~

Aku blah, malas layan panjang2. Then kat bilik dapat gtalk tanye lagi pasal soalan die tuh... What da freakin' eff?! Taknak beli tiket, banyak lak cengkadak!

Die Bergedil, die!!!

Teringin je aku menyumbat kepale beruk matyeh nih kat [edited]tong sampah[/edited] yang berdekatan!

Plus, he's highly think of himself. Dream on, bro... Dream on~

Be cool, man! Yeah, you'ree a geek, but at least you dont have to be freaky geeky~

Hujan...

Sape tak suke hujan?

Aku suke hujan, suke giler hujan... Hujan bagi aku satu perasaan tenang yang takde bende lain boleh bagi, it calms me inside out, I feel rejuvenated when its raining.

Langit mendung, cuaca jadi dingin, then ade angin2 sepoi... Aku tak sabar sambut hujan datang.

Best part? Bile dengar the arrival of hujan, "Srrr~~~~~~" Hujan berlari merentas padang, tempat letak kereta dan sampai ke bumbung2 blok. I welcome you with arms wide open, baby!



Butir2 ujan titis atas daun, pastuh ade yang membentuk lopak2 air. Do you see what happens when the drops hit the surface? "Plub" kuar gelombang2 kecik... Everytime it does, I feeel like hearing bell-like notes being played...



So, arie Isnin ujan. Dalam kegigihan dan kegegehan (terhegeh-hegeh) aku dan Kay jog pepagi, antenna atas kepale Kay kuar *tut*tut*tut* time dah nak sampai UFO (kami jogging ikut jalan utan nun).

Kay - NymQku sayang, jangan gigih sangat. Nanti tak sempat balik bilik.

NymQ - Okies, jom En Trainer! Ke kamar kita pulang! *penat*penat*

Kami patah balik, tak memecut pon sebab aku tahu kemampuan aku setakat mane bab2 bersukan nih. Sesampai di bilik tepat pukul 8.07 am, ujan turun. Pergh~! Bestt gilloz!!!

Toyon dalam2 hujan bernari2 riang die maseh tegar nak ke kelas ABAP, aku ucapkan selamat jalan dengan mengutuskan pesanan "Vote for me" untuk attendace. Takpelah, aku nak menikmati hujan ni dengan sepuas-puasnya, ko jalankanlah tanggungjawab sebagai pengundi setia aku, ye?

Lagu berkumandang - Lucky by Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat. Ah, damai~

I think I wanna have a brunch. So aku capai megi, epal dan teh oren Cameron yang dak2 nih bawak balik dan prepare my meal. Simple, but you know, dalam suasana hujan2 nih, dengan kepul2 asap megi dan air teh, you can imagine how NIKMAT I was at that time!



Tapi apsal arini ujan sungguh best? Aku taktau nape, yang pasti aku hepi. Tapi adakah ini bermaksud sumpahan Convofair datang lagi? Tiap2 kali convo, mesti ujan mencurah2 dengan semangat sekali.Atau ini rahmat dek para bakal2 graduan akan kuar UTP? Yang pastinya Convofair dibuat dalam musim hujan.

Aku hepi musim hujan datang lagi, biar aku merasa keseronokan damainya satu nikmat daripada Yang Maha Esa...

Punyer seronok dengan hujan sampai petang sket bile hujan abes, punyerla seronok dengan air aku ngan Toyon gie swimming kat pool. Biar arini penoh dengan air... Tak kisahlah kaki bercalar pon sebab panjat pagar (kener kunci dek penjaga pool!).

Dan malam itu aku tido dengan nyenyak sekali sebab keletihan, dan terlupa besoknya test KMT, dan terjaga pada pukul 7am tanpa sebarang ilmu berkenaan KMT yang akan berlansung sejam daripada waktu terjaga! ARGH!!!

Bebelan merepek sayer abes setakat ini~

Ps - Nilai2 murni yang terdapat dalam kisah kali ini adalah jangan terlampau lalai dengan nikmat yang diberi-Nya~