lundi, décembre 31

It was the year 2007

Three and a half years ago, today seems a long way to go. I have 6 months (more or less) left before leaving this strangeland for good. It's funny how suddenly I'm beginning to see things differently, everything seems to be done for the last time. I'm currently on my last school break before I start working (although there are 2 semester breaks in February and April, they don't count as school holidays, because exams are just after each break), I just came back from Colmar and Strasbourg, what if that was the last time I'm going there? I just went to Münich with Dinie and Fifi, what if that was my last (euro)trip? And during this final semester, I shall be sitting for my exams for the last time, I'll get my last scholarship in March, and finally the saddest thing would be buying a one way ticket to Malaysia in the middle of 2008.

Perpisahan itu,
Walau sudah lama kuduga,
Pasti tetap mengundang air mata
Musfariza Mansor 2003

Anyways, a new year will begin tomorrow. New year, new day, new hopes, same old me. 2007 has been an important year to me. I turned 20 this year for crying out loud. I feel really, really, really, really, really old. I had my first taste of working life during my stage in April. I'm now an uncle, which makes me feel much much much older. But I guess, I'm looking forward (or not) to 2008. I shall be able to register to vote, I'll start working, I'll have to start thinking about paying bills, paying tolls, paying for parking, paying for food, paying my car and/or house loans, and all that without any financial aid from my father (I hope). Gosh, I'm still not done enjoying my childhood.

If 2007 were a song it would be:
The way we were, the way I was...

Mem’ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem’ries, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were - Barbra Streisand

samedi, décembre 29

Münich

Alang-alang cuti kat Colmar hari tu, aku Fifi dengan Dinie pegi Munich. Ntah macam mana budak dua tu boleh tersetuju nak pegi pun tak tau la. Biasanya deranglah yang paling liat kalau bab ajak berjalan ni (jangan marah, nanti cepat tua). Tiga malam je pergi, tapi sempat gak aa pergi Neuschwanstein Castle yang Disneyland tiru tu. Baloi gak aa kot nak kira. Malas pulak nak elaborate cerita pasal cuti ni. Letak gambar je lah.

Kat umah Pat. Dia ajak makan cake kat umah dia. Time nak jalan pergi rumah dia terserempak dengan anak bongsu dia. Kitorang duduk lebih kurang 3 4 jam gak aa kat umah dia. Time nak balik tu anak bongsu dia pun sampai. Since dia buat-buat macam tanak layan je, kitorang pun berspekulasi bahawa dia saja lari dari rumah tanak jumpa kitorang. Hahaha. Sebab dua taun lepas kitorang lepas gila lama dari pukul 12 sampai pukul 6. Kalau aku pun aku kata dalam hati 'tak reti-reti nak balik ke?'

Macam biasalah posing aku bila jumpa pokok.

Kurang-kurang aku tak posing macam pak cik nih.


Beberapa detik sebelum berposing gedik di Münich. Sori gambar gedik tu takleh publish. Gedik sangat. Hahaha.

Aku saja je amik posing yang paling senang. Kesian cik Fifi yang kena duduk kat atas lantai yang tentunya sejuk yang amat.

Fifi, fifi. Ko cuba macam mana pun, posing ko tetap skema.

Tak perasan pulak aku terposing terbalik. Ingat nak tiru gambar orang main bola tu. Nampak sangat tak reti main bola. Aku rasa ni gambar paling best.

Gambar ni best sebab muka Dinie separuh je. Hahaha. Jangan arah Dinie, makin tua kau kang.

Gambar penuh sopan-santun

Sayang betul, kalau putih sikit lagi sebijik macam Salem Cool Planet.

Cumelnya.

2 makhluk jakun dengan BMW dan seorang jurugambar.

vendredi, décembre 28

Mana moto Mak Nimang?



Hahahaha. Pecah perut aku gelak.

Video-video lain oleh orang yang sama:

Nurul Iji tumbuk jangung
Cagu cap Cik Mah

mercredi, décembre 19

To my future (house)wife

(A must read for sons, daughters, husbands, and especially all human beings considering themselves as males)

Lim Ka Ea - Malaysiakini (article titled Desperate Housewives, although I personally think that she should've come up with something much more touchy-feely, like her article)

When I was much younger, I remember feeling disturbed whenever I was asked in school what my mother’s occupation was. For me to label her a housewife on paper was embarrassing. Even at that age and our considerably traditionalist culture, I had the notion that being a housewife meant that my mother was uneducated, unsophisticated and of course boring. I didn’t want anybody to think lesser of my mother just because she is a housewife.

Of course, now that I am grown up, married and recently a temporary housewife, I could see how wrong I was. Now, I could only look back and ask myself in a bewildered look, “How did my mother do it?” For a start, I think that there is a huge misconception by many people particularly men and children that being a housewife means you have it easy. What is there to complain, right? You don’t have to deal with nasty bosses, office politics or hard labour and really, how hard it is to stay at home, do the housework and not having to think at all?

Now to me, the title “housewife” is completely unjustified and undignified. It’s too narrow and ambiguous. Really, it doesn’t tell you anything if you compare what housewives actually do. Let me give you a gist of some of the tasks a housewife does. She is a cook, caterer, dishwasher, waitress, launderette, maid, nanny, garbage disposer, party planner, decorator, gardener, teacher, public relations officer, stock taker, stylist, nutritionist, health care provider, counsellor, economist, chauffeur, concierge and often also a cheerleader.

Why a cheerleader? Ah, because she cheers her husband and children on when they are in a crisis at work or school. Sound easy enough? Think again.

Working husbands get weekends and holidays. Housewives? Think again but yes, how they wish to get a day off occasionally just to be pampered and taken care of for a change. What they get is two crummy Women’s and Mother’s Day but even then does the house work stop? How many husbands or children actually take a step back and think about how their lives would be if housewives don’t exist. Sure, you can hire a maid but really, how many maids are willing to go the whole nine yards without demanding for more salary?

Unrecognised, unappreciated

Housewives don’t receive their well-deserved recognition and appreciation. When they have slogged all day, thinking up menus for the whole day (just imagine, as soon as breakfast is done, there is lunch to think of and then dinner after), the husbands and children come home and complain about everything. “Are we having chicken again?” “Why is my clothes not ironed yet?” “You always complain you’re too tired!”

While some women may be lucky enough to have husbands who are willing to take come-backs for those remarks, many don’t. For them, deep inside their hearts, they acknowledge the fact that their husbands have worked hard to provide income for the family, so the right thing to do is to take it all in. But let’s face it, husbands expect their wives to be sympathetic and caring when they have a problem at work. Wives are pretty much the same. They would like their husbands to acknowledge that they have worked hard all day, so please try to cut them some slacks. Even better, try to help out a little bit. Working men get demoralised and disappointed when their bosses criticise their work, especially when they have put a lot of time and effort on the work. Housewives are the same.

I always thought that American TV teaches us nothing but violence, competition and melodrama but when I watch the series Desperate Housewives, I think there is a lesson for everyone. No doubt, it is filled with drama and a bunch of gossipy, vindictive and competitive women who contrive malicious schemes to get what they want, but when I look at Lynette Scavo and Bree Van De Camp’s lives, I see all the women around me who have given up their lives to focus on only one thing, their families.

To put it simply, housewives are women with only one simple ambition, to keep their families happy without any ulterior motives. They are not aiming to get a promotion, an award or a raise. They often beat themselves up for not being good mothers or wives. Women would always support their husbands in their career or their children in their school. But very rarely do they get enough support from their husbands and children to be a better wife or mother.

I know a woman who works hard to educate her children to be polite and better behaved. When her husband comes home from work, all he wants is to play with his children and showers them with love and generosity. He would allow his children to do whatever they want and hence “undone” what she has worked so hard for. This is frustrating to the woman who has to deal with her children all day and yet doesn’t want to deprive her husband from interacting with the children. What the husband doesn’t see is that he is spoiling the children. All he sees is his unkind and mean wife who is being tough on the children.

I also know another woman who doesn’t want to go out at night because all she looks forward to is a quiet night with her husband after a long day of slaving around. All her husband sees is her anti-social behaviour, that she is no longer fun. Then when her husband suggests to having a dinner party to entertain some work friends, she doesn’t look too enthusiastic and he accuses her of being lazy. Little does he realize that she will be the one doing all the work while he happily dines with his buddies.

Misunderstood creatures

Housewives are misunderstood creatures. Husbands and children often think that they sit at home, gossip with the neighbours and watch the television.

A scene from Desperate Housewives where Tom Scavo tells his wife to enjoy her vacation while he takes the kids to the park and she replies, “A vacation? While you’re gone, I’ll be paying the bills, doing the laundry and cooking dinner” really hits the core. Everyday when my husband comes home from work and he asks me, “What did you do today?” expecting me to tell him that I have a good day pampering myself by doing the things I like. To be fair, he does want me to have a good time but who else will stock the refrigerator and have lunch and dinner on the table? The truth is, my day is not exciting and I don’t have to worry about deadlines or managing difficult staffs but it doesn’t mean I am doing nothing.

One of my friends asked me recently, “What is the hardest part of being a housewife?” You see, I used to work for a humanitarian organization in post-conflict countries and my life was pretty much working for vulnerable people. So my answer to her was, “It is waking up every morning knowing that my whole life is about serving only one person and that scares the hell out of me.”

The worse thing is, even then when I was taking up a difficult and challenging tasks, I always found satisfaction, self-worth and confidence in what I did. But now that I am a housewife, I find it hard to have self-confidence because I question my ability to cook, to host dinner parties, to interact with working people, etc. So, unless what I am doing gives a meaning to someone I care for, it doesn’t do any good to my self-esteem.

Housewives are human beings too, psychologically they are affected by things people say or do, especially people they are working for. Whenever my husband says something discouraging, I am crushed and it makes me question why I have diligently woke up every morning to get his coffee and breakfast done. But he will make it all worthwhile whenever he says a simple thank you and a hug after I have served him his meal, which he does without fail.

Emotional support

Such simple act of acknowledgment goes a long way and that is what keeps every housewife going. As much as a criticism can deflate one’s good intention, appreciation can inflate one’s self-worth. Trust me because as I have said before, housewives have no ulterior motives. All they want is for their husbands and children to be happy and if the latter can express their happiness towards what their wives and mothers have done for them, that is the greatest satisfaction anyone can have. That is the meaning of it all.

If husbands want their wives to be fun again just like they used to be, then be more supportive and understanding. Extending small help and a lot of emotional support are just the trick because a happy and well-supported staff performs better, not just as a worker but also as a person. If every working man knows this, why don’t they apply the same for their unpaid “staff” at home?

To end this, I also remember that while labeling my mother as a housewife, I often wished that she was a nurse, a teacher or even a nanny. But now, I realize that she is all those and even more. Raising children and taking good care of your life partner are one of the hardest jobs anyone can have. So, I would like to suggest that instead of calling these hardworking and multi-tasking women housewives, they should be referred to as lifetime volunteers. After all, they work hard with their hearts, not paid and often not given the recognition they deserve.

lundi, décembre 17

Eternal Moonshine of a Simpson's Mind

Mr Zamali, I have nine words for you

"Intérêts du salarié, intérêts de l'organisation; conflit ou intégration"

You have two hours.

Here's a part of the latest Simpson's episode.


Here's the original video


I wish I had done something like that too. But then again I know what my father would say; "Dah takde keje lain sangat ke?"

vendredi, décembre 14

Liberté, liberté chérie

Someone posted this on Friendster's bulletin board

Tersebutlah kisah di satu tempat yang
indah permai, aman damai tumbuhan nan
menghijau tinggallah seorang majikan
bersama 3 orang pekerjanya A , B , dan C..
pekerja A ni sebenarnya anak majikan
tersebut.. pekerja B dan C ni asalnya
tiada pekerjaan dan tempat tinggal..
atas rasa kasihan dan perikemanusiaan
majikan tersebut memberi pekerjaan dan
tempat tinggal untuk B dan C..

A ni jenis tak kisah dan baik hati..
segala apa kemahuan B dan C disokong
atas dasar sesama insan.. A B dan C
masing masing mempunyai tukul gergaji
dan ketam kayu.. Pekerja B terkenal
dengan kebijaksanaan berniaga dan C pula
terkenal dengan kebijaksanaan berkata
kata.. A pula terkenal dengan sikap baik
hati dan "tak kisah". Mereka bekerja
sebagai satu pasukan yang terkenal
dengan kebijaksanaan, pandai berkata
kata dan berhujah dan baik hati..

Tetapi.. Pada satu hari si B meminta
pada majikan nya supaya memberi sama
dengan apa yang diperolehi oleh A.. tapi
oleh kerana si A ni anak majikan dan
satu satunya yang akan mewarisi
perniaagaan tersebut maka permintaan B
ditolak mentah mentah oleh si majikan..

Pekerja B memang lebih rajin dari A dan
C. Dan pekerja C pula merasa terpinggir
kerana mendapat gaji yang lebih sedikit
dari A dan B walaupun basic B dan C
sama.. dan pada satu hari.. C tiba tiba
meluahkan rasa tidak puas hatinya.. die
mengadu kepada majikannya bahawa dier
sangat miskin dan minta majikannya buat
sesuatu.. si A pula tak pasal pasal
bengang ngan majikan dier sebab mendakwa
majikan nya tidak bersikap adil... si
majikan pening kepala...

APAKAH YANG AKAN ANDA LAKUKAN SEKIRANYA
ANDALAH MAJIKAN TERSEBUT???


Huhu... tadi aku dengar berita kat
radio.. so aku tergerak nak luahkan apa
yang aku rasa.. Dulu aku sebenarnya
menyokong perjuangan seorang tokoh yang
agak aku kagumi.. tapi kenyataanya yang
jelas menyokong perhimpunan demonstrasi
yang jelas mengganggu gugat ketenteraman
negara betul betul buat aku ilang
respek.. tindakannya seolah olah ingin
mengembalikan tindakan revolusi
perancis.. yang jelas nyata merupakan
satu kesilapan dalam lipatan sejarah..
yang menimbulkan perang dunia pertama
dan kedua.. sesuatu yang patut kita
takuti.. berfikirlah atas dasar
realistik dan rasional..

Now, if there's something that I can not stand, it's when someone thinks he knows history when he obviously does not. Saying the French Revolution is the root to all political conflicts is like saying "I have a high blood pressure and it's all because of the person who found out adding salt to food makes it taste better".

And further more he got his lamentable analogy all wrong. First, the land does not belong to the employer but instead he took it from the people who lived there before he came. Secondly, it was the employer himself who invited B and C to come and work on his land by asking some foreigners to bring them in because he has inheritance problems with his brothers. Thirdly, it was only with B and C's help that they all manage to live a good life. Fourthly, the employer has been helping A too much that he now lazes around and enjoys a hedonistic lifestyle (and ironically it's how I see the person who posted this bulletin lives his life).

Once upon a time there was a country. The leader was very wealthy and the people were poor. The leader lived an extravagant life, while the people struggled just to survive. People who were close to the leader enjoyed a wealthy life.
The leader lives in a palace, in a capital isolated from his people. One day, realising that there was not much left in the Treasury, the leader decided to raise taxes (or some said reduce subsidies) to finance his extravagant life.

Sounds familiar? Guess which country was I referring to?

The French decided that enough was enough. They started a revolution. They banished the old regime (and chopped off the head of their leader). Sure there was chaos at first, because the liberty and freedom were too overwhelming. But bit by bit they got organised and look at where they are now. Look at where WE are now.

It's cold.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
Exam's coming.

Can it get any worse?



Missing Imran.

jeudi, décembre 13

Proud holder of a DUT

Well, here it is!


It's funny how you've always waited for something to happen and wondering how good it'll feel when it happens, and when it finally does, it doesn't feel as good as you thought it might be.

According to my career coach (paid by my faculty), I'm very much like Mr Sarkozy, the French President. I feel proud, and yet at the same time, worried.

Final exams are next week! Wish me luck. I'm going to need every single one of it.

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldnt they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday - Elvis Castello (Billie Holiday)

mercredi, décembre 12

M for Malaysia


This is the Parliament. It is supposed, or in Malay, the word would be kononnya like the one that Utusan always use whenever they lie in their news report, which is really anything but, to be the symbol of democracy, the symbol of the Vox Populi "People's Voice". Isn't it ironic that the people who wanted to do just that, to voice out what they have to say, are arrested in the precinct of the Parlimen building itself?

Parlimen or Parliament comes from the French word Parlement, which literally means "speakly" or the word speak in the form of adjective. However the joke goes that it's actually a combination of 2 separate words Parle and Ment, which means "speak" and "lie". Et ainsi comment je vois celui de ma patrie.

Allons enfants de la patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étandard sanglant est levé
L'étandard sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Egorger nos fils nos compagnes

Amour sacré de la patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Liberté liberté chérie
Combats avec tes défenseurs
Combats avec tes défenseurs
Sous nos drapeux que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire

Aux aurmes citoyens
Formons nos bataillons
Marchons, marchons
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons

La Marseillaise

mardi, décembre 11

A visit to Mr Scissorshand

I really dread going for a haircut, especially in France. They don't have those mamak style hair saloon. All they have is the fancy schmancy type. To me the haircut ritual should be going into the saloon, sit, say that I want it short, pay, and get the hell out of there.

But here, as soon as you come in you'll be greeted by the person behind the reception desk who looks, no wait, stares at you for a few seconds before asking the stupid question "May I help you?". Well I guess you can start by cutting my hair! And then when you're finally sitting in front of the mirror, they'll ask "How would you like me to cut your hair". I know that if I simply answer "short", the person will take this as an insult and he'll have his revenge while cutting my hair. Luckily they always have a catalog of hairstyles with different parts of your head like top, sideburns, side, and back. All you have to do is choose a style for each part; like ordering a Happy Meal (I'll have the double cheeseburger, extra pickle, extra large fries, with a chocolate sunday - and a small diet coke). And I have this feeling that as you're flipping through the catalog and telling the person that you want a part to look like the picture in the catalog, the person is having a huge laugh in his mind and say 'Yeah, like that's going to happen'.

And I walk out of that saloon 15€ poorer, but my head feels 3kg lighter.

There's this person in my class whom I respect a lot. I know that he would be someone someday (aren't we all?). I mean really be someone. But he is so annoying in class. He talks a lot. He plays with his hand phone indiscreetly, he behaves like a 12 year old, and he has this annoying tendency to know everything and when the lecturer asks something he would be the first to answer, in a quick pace, followed by the annoying 'oooooooooh' sound he always make. I mean, if you answer something quickly and SOMEONE ELSE says 'ooooooooh', then yes, it's not annoying. But if YOU do it yourself, you deserve to be sula.

Today we had a quiz during our Company Law lecture. I manage to get to the final 7 I think (out of 36 mind you). And that guy was eliminated before me (well to be honest, his answer was very precise and detailed, but he mistakenly said dividend instead of interest. While I was eliminated because I gave a stab in the dark answer). Although I very much pitied him when everyone else booed him when he was eliminated, I couldn't help but let out a quite-loud laughter of satisfaction (berjaya jugak aku kalahkan dia. haha rasakan).

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.
Homer Jay Simpson

lundi, décembre 10

So you're pregnant. Boo hoo

I live in the outskirts of Lille. I believe it's the part of the city where the population is the oldest. Banyak sungguh orang-orang tua berkeliaran in my area. I'm not an agist (obviously that word does not exist since when I'm writing this the word was underlined in red). I don't mind having to walk slowly behind an elderly person when the pavement is too narrow to overtake him/her. I wouldn't mind to let them go before me when I queue up at the post office or while boarding a bus. What I can't stand is the fact that they seem to be in a conspiracy against younger people when it comes to grocery shopping.

I mean, they are in their retirement. Retired people have all day to do everything they want to do. But why do they have to go to the supermarket all at once during the only hours where the young people are not busy to go for grocery shopping (ie. lunch breaks and between 6 and 8 in the evening).

Good luck if you're buying you groceries during those hours. The whole place is packed with old people. Dah la tu, you know how old people like to spend "wisely" and "not to waste anything". So instead of paying by card which takes a minute at most or by cash which takes 2, they have to pay by cheque (why people still use them in the supermarket - I have no idea) or even worse by coins - 1, 2 and 5 cents (Once a lady paid the 82 cents with 1 and 2 cents coins). And knowing how they don't trust younger people, THEY have to count the coins themselves. Oyy.

Now, I was not angry because of an old person when I went to the supermarket just now (maybe because it was raining they were all happily sitting in front of the fire having soup), but by a pregnant woman.

I am not inhumane. It's just that, I had a tiring day and it had been raining all day. The queue at the cashier was long and only after about 30 minutes, I arrived at the conveyor belt (oyy I took 3 minutes to find that word. I kept translating it as the 'rolling carpet' from the French word tapis roulant). Then, a woman had the nerves to ask me if I could let her go first. I had a basket with 3 items (coffee, Koko Krunch, and Lay's) while she had a trolley full of stuff (as if there was a war coming). She made it look obvious that she was pregnant. But her belly was too small for me to have a sympathy. Not after queuing for 30 minutes after having a bad rainy day. If I had it my way I'd say to her 'Yeah so you have a big belly. At least you're going to lose it after 9 months. I'm stuck with mine until God knows when'. Alas, I turned to her and smiled and said 'I don't mean to be unthoughtful, but I think you'd better ask the person behind me. It wouldn't be fair to her.' And she did just that.

Too bad we're not having this conversation in the garden. The plants would have loved the fertilizer.
Fran Fine - The Nanny

dimanche, décembre 9

If you wish upon a star

My current wish list:

1. Someone to come home to
2. A dishwasher
3. A miracle diet
4. A new computer
5. A paid for trip to Québec
6. A car
7. 8th Book of the Harry Potter series
8. A filing system
9. A haircut

Oh I'm beginning to think that man has never found
The words that could make you want me
That have the right amount of letters, just the right sound
That could make you hear, make you see
That you are drivin' me out of my mind

Oh I could say I need you but then you'd realize
That I want you just like a thousand other guys
Who'd say they loved you With all the rest of their lies
When all they wanted was to touch your face, your hands
And gaze into your eyes
Cherish - The Association

samedi, décembre 8

I think I'm experiencing Quarter-Life crisis

How low do you have to feel to come up with a song titled "Things can only get better?"

I have been listening to the Way We Were in loop for quite a while now. It has never failed me and I never get tired of it.

Exams are around the corner (call me schizophrenic but they seem to be around every corner nowadays if you ask me). The faculty gave us 3 days off next week to revise. That's really nice of them, but then again, for students such as myself, give us a month, and we'll still start to revise the day before.

Have you ever questioned the choices you made in your life? Sometimes when I take a step back and look around at other people I know, I ask myself why am I like this and why are they like that? I know I shouldn't be looking through other people's window because you never know what someone else's life is truly like. But still sometimes I wished I had lived my life differently and I wished I had not done something or even worse I should have done something. I know I have a lot to be grateful of, but the thing is what if it could have been better?

Some say that one should see the glass as half full. Some say that it's always full only that the other half is made up of air. Some even say that one should have chosen a smaller glass to make it look full. OK, now I have no idea where am I going with this train of thoughts but to make it simple, right now, if you ask me if I see the glass is half empty or half full, I would tell you that I couldn't care less, because I know I shouldn't have drank it.

Oyyyyy

If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me would we?
Could we?

The way we were - Barbra Streisand
Lambersart 59130