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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Godfather...



It was during one dinner with my wife, when I suddenly blurted this out. Here was our conversation (English translated).

Me: Do you think our baby may need a Godfather later on, especially if it's a he?

Wife: What do you mean by that?

Me: You know, it's not like having an adopted father or something, because adopted father in our culture can mean either by law, or just by relationship. But in English, Godfather is the more suitable term to describe the latter relationship.

Wife: And the reason for needing a Godfather?

Me: (Grinning) Well, you know, who's gonna teach him sports and stuffs, including things that I'm not fully knowledgable?

My wife pondered for a while before she continued...

Wife: If someone were to teach him sports, let's teach him these these 3 skills, as suggested by the prophet Muhammad pbuh. They are swimming, horse riding and archery.

Me: Hmmm....... in the past, those sports may be part of daily lives, but these days, they are costly to learn (thinking and remembering how I wanted to master the art of archery back then, to the extent that I actually joined the shooting club when I was in my university. By shooting, I mean, with the rifle, and not with bow and arrow since there was no archery club there, I think).

Wife: So.... do you have a candidate to fit in this.... Godfather role?

Me: Err..... not really.... (Grinning again, before we resumed eating).

It was an open-ended discussion. I guess the reason that something like that occurred to me was because, just like how the line in one TV sitcom goes:

"I always think how I'm going to have a baby, but I never realise how the baby is going to have.......... me."

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Bond... Baby bond(ing)

Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim....

Surah AL-ANAAM (verses 162 to 165)

Say: "Truly, my prayer and my service of sacrifice, my life and my death, are (all) for Allah, the Cherisher of the Worlds:

No partner hath He: this am I commanded, and I am the first of those who bow to His will.

Say: "Shall I seek for (my) Cherisher other than Allah, when He is the Cherisher of all things (that exist)? Every soul draws the meed of its acts on none but itself: no bearer of burdens can bear of burdens can bear the burden of another. Your goal in the end is towards Allah: He will tell you the truth of the things wherein ye disputed."

It is He Who hath made you (His) agents, inheritors of the earth: He hath raised you in ranks, some above others: that He may try you in the gifts He hath given you: for thy Lord is quick in punishment: yet He is indeed Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.

Here's our fetal development as Week 19 is about to conclude (according to
http://www.babycentre.co.uk/):

The fetus measures around 6 inches/ 15 centimetres long from crown to rump and weighs about 9 ounces/ 240 grams.

She has started to swallow amniotic fluid, and her kidneys continue to make urine. Hair on the scalp is sprouting.

Sensory development reaches its peak this week. The nerve cells serving each of the senses -- taste, smell, hearing, seeing, and touch -- are now developing in their specialised areas of the brain. Nerve cell production slows down as existing nerve cells grow larger and make more complex connections. If it's a baby girl, she already has roughly six million eggs in her ovaries. By the time she's born, she'll have about one million.

P/S: Amniotic fluid cushions the baby against pressure and knocks, allows the baby to move around and grow without restriction, helps the lungs develop, keeps the baby at a constant temperature, and provides a barrier against infection. The clear straw-coloured liquid is in the amniotic sac in which the fetus grows.


PP/S: Do you think the bear-with-a-baby doll (photo above), which I gave to my wife yesterday is adorable? Well, I'm sure glad she likes it very much..... :))

Saturday, November 18, 2006

The British vs The Malay

Before departing for my studies overseas last time, I used to hear this a lot... the British considered the level of English language among Malaysian students was so perfect: the grammar, the sentence structures, the pronunciation. But when I arrived there, I found the situation to be quite the contrary. Unless you really speak perfect English with accent and all (which for some people, they can be overly doing it, as though trying to impress the locals there or something), you may find it hard to communicate with them, even though you know your English is correct.

I don't know about the US, but in the UK, people in different regions speak differently (the accent). Just like in Malaysia, people in Sabah & Sarawak speak differently from those in Johore, Penang and Kelantan. As for me, if a Kelantanese speaks with pure Kelantanese accent, I may just look at the other person blankly and just nodding my head, agreeing to something that I don't fully comprehend.

Back to conversing in English in the UK. Over there, there's a chance that if we try to speak English properly and correctly, the locals might find it to be strange instead (though not all of them of course... those in the midland regions should be all right). I've encountered a few awkward situations where I wondered if I should have just spoken in Malay in the first place. At least, it was apparent from the beginning, that we were not talking the same language huh... sigh...

Ok, enough with us trying to speak in their countries. How about when a tourist who originates from an English speaking country comes to Malaysia? They may have a culture shock, so to speak, after discovering that the English words here have been adapted to our local cultures and in some cases, local slangs; thus the term Manglish is invented. I think the same situation applies in other non-English speaking countries. Otherwise, the movie Spanglish would not have been made.

1. For Malaysians, they, especially the Malays, like to add "laaa" or "lah" at the end of sentences, especially when to stress on some points. Other typical slangs are like "eh" (used when asking questions or when being cuddly or cheeky), "haiyaaa" and "loh" (common among Chinese communities), and "ayo" (common among Indian communities). An example of how such words are used, is in the above cartoon.

2. Just like the Arab language, some letters in English words are not vividly pronounced like silencing the letter 'h' for honest.

Unfortunately (if you want to look at it that way), the Malaysians like to do everything fast. Heck! after all, what else could be the reason as to why we have so many impatient drivers out there, trying to reach their destinations as quickly as possible even if it means endangering other road users, as though by the time they get there, those places would be no longer there. Also, look how we like to abbreviate things - ABC for 'air batu campur' (a local beverage), PJ for Petaling Jaya (a city in Selangor) or the abbreviated names of people to the extent that the nicknames don't even sound anything like the real names.

And the same goes with pronunciation of some English words too. Here's an example of a conversation between a disgruntled customer (say, he's a foreigner laa ok?) who wishes to lodge a complaint via the phone to a company representative:

Customer: Look, I'm really dissatisfied with the quality of your product and would like a full refund or else, I will report to the consumer tribunal.
Representative: Sekuse me sir, please be patien. I will pass you to the officer in charge. Please
hole on...

Sekuse me = Excuse me; patien = patient; hole on = hold on :)

3. Malaysians also tend to directly translate their mother tongue to English. Here's an example where a lady scolds her boyfriend for breaking his promise.

Girl: You promised to take me on a vacation next weekend!!!
Boy: Where got? (Instead of saying "When did I promise that to you?" or something else similar).

Where got? is a direct Malay translation for Mana ada? :))

4. And finally (what I can think of laaa....hehe), Malaysians LOVE rojak (a local cuisine of mixed fruits). I guess, that's why we like to lend (?) some of our words in our English conversations like the word tapau (Chinese word) which means take away (as in when ordering foods).

A rojak language can also mean speaking one sentence in English, then two sentences in Malay, followed by using words of both languages in remaining sentences. :))))))))

We Malaysians are indeed rich in diversity................

P/S: Where is the best place to learn and improve Arabic language? Care for some thoughts? Those learning programmes available in the book shops, are they reliable since we only rely largely on tapes and books? Thanks for your inputs.

Coming soon:
1. The on-going Umno Assembly has prompted me to write this article - Some lines should never be crossed and some borders should never be interfered.

2. There are two sides of everything. Tourists praise Malaysians for being polite and humble, while there are those among us who see Caucasians as being caring and loving. REALLYYYYY????

3. The net. Put up your net (literally) when you surf those websites, when you read those emails, when you receive those SMS's and when you heard/watch those news. You can read/hear/watch all you want, but filter all you can!! Other than preventing yourself from "information overload", bear in mind there are those out there with nothing to do, spreading ill meaning information that is meant to confuse us, disunite us and ridicule us.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Mr Saree

Choose the best description that fits the above photo:

1) Competition on getting a role to play a villain in the next Bollywood movie.
2) Competition on the best saree-dressed male in town.
3) Competition on the best feminine-looking male when dressed in saree.
4) Competition on the best macho-looking male even when dressed in saree.
5) Competition on the best male with the worst taste in dress.

The competition is down to two finalists; the middle man (A) and the man to his left (B). Unfortunately for man B, despite desperately trying to convince other people to vote for him, he loses to man A based on these two words and two words only - WORLD PEACE!

Dissatisfied with the result, man B suddenly runs amok, shredding the saree to pieces (and eating some of the pieces), and starts chasing after other contestants, judges and the audience. Only after he is awarded with The Man With The Best Smile And Wave, he manages to calm himself down and the contest concludes without any cases of casualty or serious injuries.

P/S: Ok, the final paragraph is just an exaggeration and a piece of my saree, ops, sori, I mean imagination. He he....

PP/S: Photo courtesy of Andrew, a talented friend cum artist cum photographer. Thank you.

How Disrespectful

I think the content of this letter is self-explanatory:

"I would like to express my disappointment and hurtful feelings towards the action of X stores, in particular the branch in Y. I have not visited your other branches, including the one in K which I occasionaly visit and shop. However, I'm quite sure the same has been shown in those other branches/stores.

I would like to comment how in less than a week after Muslims in Malaysia and all over the world celebrate Aidil Fitri, X has already put up decorations for Christmas. Not only that, there are also decorations shaped like dogs, proudly being displayed behind your windows.

First of all, may I remind you that this is a Muslim country. Whether you agree or not, please observe the people around you - the number of Muslims are much more! So, why are the dogs there??

I don't want to touch on religion or race sentiment here. All I need to say is that, where is your sensitivity, especially since there are many Middle Eastern tourists visiting Y and not to mention your Muslim staff and Muslim shoppers who visit Y and X?

For your information (in case you don't know), Muslims celebrate Aidil Fitri for a month, after fasting for the whole month of Ramadhan. CAN'T you wait at least until the middle of November before doing the above? Even if you wait until 24 November, there is still plenty of time for you to wish Christmas greetings to your customers anyway. What saddened me was that, it was your Muslim staff who (were most likely reluctant) had to follow your instructions in displaying those Christmas trees, dressing up those mannequins in Christmas clothings etc etc in such an early period. How insensitive of you...

More so, please look around you (again, I request this of you) - all other stores haven't taken down their Raya decorations yet, and for some, Deepavali decorations too. In fact, Raya songs are still being played in some shops/malls. Have you no shame to be the odd one out?

To be honest, I have been shopping at your stores, especially at your "home decoration" section. However, after this incident, I may find it hard to even step foot into X stores anymore. I just hope you can avoid a similar thing from happening again in the future. Thank you.

P/S: A copy of this email has been forwarded to the Prime Minister Department."

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Friday, November 03, 2006

Discovery 'Channels'

It was a good Raya from Tuesday, 24 October to Friday, 27 October. Had to go back to KL on Friday since wife was on call the following Saturday and Sunday. Despite losing two days of celebrating it at our hometown, we were still grateful because at least her leave applications for Thursday and Friday were approved. Otherwise, we would already have to head back to KL on the second day of Raya, leaving behind all those yummy 'ketupat', 'rendang' and 'laksa Johore' (to name a few), those families and relatives who some of them, we only get to see once a year and most importantly, enjoying and celebrating the 'spirit' of Raya itself.

Me and wife met up with 'sanak saudara' from both sides. Like my wife, I've tried and will always try my best to please those in the families-and-friends circle (hopefully not at the expense of my own happiness, unless really necessary) and respect them all, regardless of gender and age. But of course, the respect and pleasantness I show towards others comes with certain boundaries/limits and based on my life's principle(s). After living for about three decades, you'd surely develope your own life's principles to stick with, right? Living without principles is like a torch light without batteries - useless and in the dark (unless it's also powered by the sun laa haha).

I also understand and will try to remember this one thing - TO PLEASE EVERYONE IS AN IMPOSSIBLE FEAT BUT NOT TRYING TO PLEASE ANYONE OTHER THAN ONESELF IS A POSSIBLE DEFEAT (P/S: This is my OWN quotation, which is why it's not that good, haha.. But should you need to quote it some place else, please use it wisely, perhaps by acknowledging my name after you quote it...thanx).

Ok, enough with babbling. Meantime, our condo unit is basically Raya ready... walls painted with cool and lively colours (we have received compliments about our choice of colours); well furnished (the kitchen is still in chaos though), with new curtains that we snatched while on sale; photos, frames and other decorations are now where they should be; with live and plastic plants and flowers to complement the rooms (our house was initially plantless and flowerless) and with some selections of 'kuih Raya' to welcome our guests.

I don't know about my wife, but I was still so much in Raya mood to start working last Monday that I asked a colleague; "how to do this job again?" :))

Anyway, as most of you would know, life changes (better, I mean) once we tie the knot right? For some, it's their time schedules; while for others, it's the group of people they now mingle with. Responsibilities increase; budget for certain stuffs increase; budget for other stuffs decrease or completely eliminated; learn new things; unlearn other things etc etc...

As for me, here are some 'new' discoveries (to name a few) that I.....errr.... discover about myself after getting married:

1. My 'babies' can swim!!! And I hope they are fast and great swimmers. Swim babies, swim.......... hehee...

2. The walls are painted and drilled, while the lights are lighting up. Though not 100% perfect, I discover that I can paint and drill and do some simple electrical wiring. However, I'm still lousy at hammering. The minute I hold some nails and a hammer in my hands, I know that there'll be plenty of knocking sounds in the house and yet, the nail doesn't seem to be going in, or the nails get dented, or a small part of the wall cracks (luckily, that can be hidden behind the frame or mirror that I hang there) and most probably, I will just give it up and pick up my drill instead.

3. Alhamdulillah, I managed to overcome my nervousness and able to drive, despite hadn't been or hardly practised driving prior to owning my first car. The car is an auto, so I'm still quite inexperienced to drive a manual. Also, I'm still unknowledgeable when it comes to other car stuffs, though that can be learned in time of course...

4. I was never an expert in games (outdoors or indoors) though I remember at one time, I was pretty good at checkers and carrom. But I lost touch and skills with them, especially the latter game, due to not playing them ever so often for the lack of (understanding) friends to play with (sob, sob.... hehe, just kidding). But recently, I found something else that really intrigues me. Our house now has two puzzle sets, all framed up. My wife helped me to complete the first one towards the end, and she hardly had time to assist me with the second one. But that was ok, because I think assembling puzzles are really time-engaging and interesting. I could just spend my time and really focus my attention towards those small and sometimes puzzling pieces, and normally, I would set a target on which portion I should accomplish within a certain period of time. Currently looking for the next photo of interesting theme to be 'puzzled up'....

5. I find myself easily getting cranky towards ill-mannered road users. Initially my wife was surprised towards my (unexpected) behaviour, but nowadays, she just keeps quiet whenever I start to babble or honk so loudly when a car in front makes a turn without giving a signal or something.

There was a day when I accidentally took the right lane of a three-lane road, when I should have taken the most left one to turn left after that. I was honked and honked by impatient car drivers behind me when the traffic, which was under the control of a traffic policeman, started to move. Since the right and middle lanes were going straight, my attempt of crossing to the left lane, had sort of delayed others' movement. I was really annoyed to be honked like that. Once I managed to reach the left lane, I started to press my horn "with all my heart", more like giving them a payback. The route that I had to take was so clear, I could just speed up, leaving those impatient people still crawling behind me. What annoyed me was because, no matter how quickly they wanted to move, they couldn't do so because the jam was horrendous. Therefore, couldn't they just wait for a few seconds, and allow me to drive through. After all, I already gave my signal lights!!! (unlike some suckers out there...). Anyway, I hope that my crankiness will recede as I grow older.

6. I never 'azan' out loud and in public before. But after enough practising in front of my wife, I will take the lead to 'azan' or become imam even in suraus, whenever opportunity knocks. However, I'm still struggling with reciting the doa' after prayers in Arab. I normally recite them in Malays instead.

7. I don't care anymore about any of my past mistakes which are..... errr, what actually? Even if there is any, are they that serious anyway? If there are people who still want to judge me based on the past, then let them linger in the past. They sure can't drag me with them, because the only thing that they can drag is my shadow and...... my fart. I just don't give a rat ass about what they think anymore.

8. I had missed (and most probably will continue to miss) some movies and episodes of tv shows (with the exception of Lost and Everybody Loves Raymond). Usually, it's because me and wife are so exhausted, we just crash to bed early. But surprisingly, I no longer mind and hardly even ask those who may have watched them. I also no longer bother to grab those magazines no matter how great their posters are. After all, I still have tons of other educational materials, still pending to be read.

9. Me and wife share the same opinions and we agree on many things (though not all things of course). Like our sofa set, the S-shaped coffee table, our bedroom set, the paint colours, the S-shaped mirros etc etc.

10. Other than when I'm on the road (driving or sitting in the front passenger seat), I find myself not quick to 'nag' or complaint anymore, especially verbally because I find that habit, is just too draining (my energy). After all, should I need to 'nag' or complaint about anything (fussy stuffs or not), there are now other ways for me to channel my energy - my wife AND my blog! Hehe..

11. I realise and understand now that the reason a man usually grows fat(ter) after married, especially in the belly, is because he has to finish the meals that his wife can't. And when they are children in the picture, the father finishes up his children's meals too. Only until they have grown up to certain age, then it is the children who should eat more and get more energy. But then, it would be quite too late for the dad to go slim again, due to laziness (to exercise) and the pattern of eating more than he should, has not gone away. Hmmm, now I know... :))))


P/S: For this month long of Raya, I'd like to invite all of you over. Though of course you are also welcomed to visit anytime of the year too.... Just give me a buzz, then I'll guide your way. I don't even mind picking you up at the two nearby LRT stations.

PP/S: Cartoon description - How I imagine my family would grow some years from now, as me and wife grow old together. Here, from the left is our daughter (3rd child), son (1st child) and his wife, our second daughter in law with our son (2nd child) who is holding our third grand child, daughter (4th child) and son (5th child). To the left of my wife is our first and second grand children, the daughters of our first son. My wife did not freak out when she saw the cartoon because she knew there's no pressure on her, hahaa, and that this is just my imagination (which may become true and better, Insha' Allah). In fact, by far, she liked this cartoon the most!