Monday, 22 October 2007

2 "open house"s and a discussion group

Back home, in one of my favourite cities (My top five, in an alphabetical order, are Kuala Lumpur, Kuching, London, Melaka, Paris and Tokyo) I am always looking forward to weekend. There are tonnes of things you can do to fill up your weekend. And if I were to list them down here, I am sure, at the quarter of the list you will, either get bored or annoyed reading this posting (as if my postings have been that interesting all this while!).


Fast forward a month plus later, I am totally clueless on what to do when I opened my eyes on the Saturday morning. I know I have one lunch invitation at Sarah's place and a group discussion at 2.00 pm in preparation for a brief presentation to the class on economic development challenges in the context of Latin American economies.

Well said, I will be (was) productive from 12.30 to 4.30 pm on Saturday.

But how about the other 20 hours? Well, I can use 8 hours for a beautiful sleep but the other 12 hours?

What? The final rugby between South Africa and England. Where? The nearest bar. Whom? Other Ladybarn residents since my flatmates do not fancy rugby.

At first, I have to admit it did sound interesting to me. It will gives me the opportunity to buddy with other people like Ivan (who also in the ICT and Social Development class with me) or the guy from Kazakhstan who I totally forgot his name.

But then I have a second thought when I remembered an old memory of mine about an evening when Manchester United had a game with I-cannot-remember club nine or ten years ago. But that's football, not rugby.

Well... I guess to British, sport will always be sport regardless what type of games. They take it seriously and definitely I am too coward to let myself be surrounded by a bunch of drinking (drunk? I am too stupid to know the difference) people, cheering a game which I do not know almost anything about this game.

So, I guess I should heading to my sanctuary, kill the time by surfing the Internet, heat the pre-cooked meal, light reading, taking my daily 8-hour beauty therapy before get ready for another open house in Rusholme.

Thank you Sarah and hubby for the delicious prawn noodles and thank you very much to Fendy, Ayap and housemates for my second lontong in UK. And not to forget, the lemang (at last)!!! And who cooked those delicious ayam Palembang? I like it very, very much.

Well, that goes my an hour and a half Sunday outing. My God... I really miss my karaoke outing very much!


Saturday, 20 October 2007

My second Raya card!

Yeah!!! I received my second Raya card today. It came from a dear friend of mine - Wadi. He has been sending me cards without fail since Aidilfitri 2005. Terima kasih daun keladi. I really, really appreciate it. But I really need to apologise to you that I have no Raya card to reply to you. Seriously, I feel so awful.

Man, I should have bring some greeting cards from home before coming here. Argh....!




Talking about Raya cards, I received an email from an old friend of mine a last week, if I am not mistaken three days before Eid Mubarak. It was a typical email from someone who you have not heard for two or three years - how's your life over there; are you married; do you hear anything from other friends; bla... bla... bla...

After he found out where I am now, in his reply, he told me now he know why he has yet to receive a Raya card from me. He said he has been expecting my card this year, similar to previous years, because I have been sending him Raya card every year without fail since 1998! Wow, I, myself quite surprised with this fact!

Then, when I think about it again, yeah... I think I did that!

Well, I did not realise how a Raya card can mean something to someone, until I read (1) my friend's email last week; and (2) Wadi's card just now (I found his card under my room's door after came back from class).

Both are making my day in their own ways. The former convinces me that my gesture is welcomed and called for (syok sendiri: ya atau tidak?) while the latter shows how good it is to be surprised by a friend. Why I say surprise, when it is a common sense to expect to receive Raya cards from family and friends? Simply because I did not give my address to him. That is so sweet of him to find out what my address is and to jot down personal message, that make it double sweet!

And I am so glad to read what my friend wrote on that card, I did not realise that I reread the card until the third time. I guess it is because you are so used to receive "official" Raya cards where they come with nothing but signatures. And you should consider yourself lucky if the card was signed off with ink from a pen, not a rubber stamp!

I do not know about you guys, but I will definitely treat this Raya card thingy differently in the future. It is not just a card!

Thursday, 18 October 2007

Mr Lee suffers a case of prolonged Gila Talak

(This article was first published on The Scribe A Kadir Jasin)


A Kadir Jasin

THIS is address to the Singaporeans. Malaysians and others are, of course, not prohibited from reading and responding, but the priority is to the Singaporeans.

I mean those Singaporeans who are members and supporters of the People’s Action Party. Yes, those of you who gave 66.6 per cent of the votes to the PAP in last year’s general elections. Thank to your votes, the PAP won 45 out of 47 contested seats.

And those of you who are not members and supporters of the PAP. Yes I mean those of you who gave 33.3 per cent of the votes to the Oppositions. Thanks to your votes, the Oppositions won two out of 47 contested seats.

Even those who are neither members nor supporters of the PAP and the Opposition are also invited.

By this I mean the ordinary Singaporeans who loyally serve in the National Service and who believe that Malaysia is the number one threat.

The ordinary Singaporeans who enjoy crossing the congested Causeway to buy cheap petrol in Johor Baru – cheap by way of exchange rates as well as purchasing power parity (PPP).

And I am not discriminating against those fiendish Singapore drivers who charge down the North-South Highway in their super fast Subaru Impreza WRX STI Type C as if traffic rules and regulations don’t apply to them.

To them, I say thank you for visiting Johor Baru, which according their great Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew was the “murder capital of the world”.

Thank you for visiting Malacca, Kuala Lumpur, Penang, Langkawi. Temenggor Dam and Kuantan. Thank you for patronising the famous Port Klang "pork bone tea" aka bak kut teh restaurants.

Most of all, I am thanking you for not swallowing hook line and sinker what Mr Lee tells you about big bad Malaysia. Had they listened to him, they would not have come to Malaysia.

Malaysia may not practice the Singapore version of meritocracy. Then again, even in Singapore not everybody enjoys the same degree of equality. Some are more equal than others. But I won’t dwell into that because I know you know your country better.

I know you keep coming to Malaysia because you feel pretty much at home in Malaysia. The bak kut teh sellers are not the “favoured” Bumiputeras. They are the Teochews, Hokkiens and Cantonese. Of course they are Malaysian Teochews, Hokkiens and Cantonese.

Eating and selling pork are haram for the Muslims. So the Bumiputera, the majority of whom are Muslims, are automatically excluded from that business. So is gaming and alcoholic beverages.

Pig rearing, gambling and alcoholic beverages are important business activities in Malaysia. Pig farmers are so powerful that they could force the Malacca state authorities to back down.

Malaysian leaders may, from time to time, proclaim Malaysia to be an Islamic state. But that does not stop the government from issuing lucrative gambling franchises to Malaysian Chinese and Indians.

They are so big and successful that they are now setting up shops in Singapore. Soon you no longer have to travel to Genting to gamble. You can just have to walk across to Sentosa Island.

When you’re tired of racing your Mercedes S Class and BMW 6-Series on our highways and have had enough of the Klang bah kut teh, you know you can check into one of our many world-class hotels, which incidentally are very rarely owned by the “favoured” Bumiputera.

So why am I saying this and why am I being extremely nice to you? Because I want you be totally aware that not everything Mr Lee tells you about Malaysia is true.

Most off all, I want to assure you that whatever we do – good, bad or indifferent – is not intended to coax Mr Lee to rejoin Malaysia.

We have no intention of inviting Singapore back nor are we about to consider remarrying Singapore even if Mr Lee is suffering an extended case of “gila talak” – longing to be reunited with one’s former husband or wife.

After 42 years of divorce, we have grown fond of living without Mr Lee as our strange bedfellow. Two years of living Mr Lee is quite enough.

I am sure very few of you would want Singapore to be part of Malaysia again. Singapore is wealthy. It’s clean and is doing well. Why bother rejoining the poorer Malaysia?

Why should you want to lose the pleasure of going to a foreign country to buy cheap petrol, eat bah kut teh to your hearts’ contend and race your Mitsubishi Evolution X without the fear of losing your driving licences?

Please do me a favour. Please help Mr Lee overcome the “gila talak” syndrome and tell him to stop meddling in Malaysia's domestic affairs.

We don't need him to lecture us and he should accept the fact that he "lost" Malaysia way back in 1965 .

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Photoblog II

Friday, 8.00 am - Salat Aidilfitri@McDoughall Prayer Room.


9.00 am - In the Financial Market class.


Saturday, from 12.30 to 11.30 pm - Open House@my aunt's house in London







Sunday, 12.30pm - in the bus, on my way to Victoria Station, London




Friday, 12 October 2007

Esok Hari Raya!


Ya Rabbi, this is the first time in my life that while I'm about to celebrate Eid Mubarak and my parents and my siblings have another day to fast.

When Fendi broke the news to me about two hours ago, I thought he was kidding me. I quickly called my cousin, Nurul, to verify this piece of information. Yeah, it's 100% true. We, muslims in the United Kingdom will be celebrating 1st Syawal tomorrow, a day ahead of our beloved ones in Malaysia.

Then, Maz called me to inform me about the same thing and we wished each other and planned to meet up in London maybe on Saturday or Sunday. Most probably on Sunday because I can't on Saturday because my aunt is organising an open house on Saturday and Maz too has a prior arrangement with her cousin. According to Maz that the High Commission will be organising an open on Sunday at the Malaysia Hall. But from what I read on Lee's website, it's scheduled on Saturday. Hmmm...

Anyhow, I'm going to wear my maroon-coloured baju Melayu, full with sampin and songkok. Hopefully, the weather will be nice tomorrow morning. Fendi informed me that the first batch of Eid Mubarak salat will start around 8.15 in the morning. Alhamdulillah, I can have both, the salat as well as my morning lecture on Financial Market.

In the evening, I'll be going to London to celebrate Eid Mubarak with my aunt and her family.

Before I go, would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you, "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri" and "Maaf zahir dan batin". Guys, don't forget to tune-in to TV1 on 4th Raya at 6.30pm, there will be a big, big surprise for you. Don't miss it, ya!

Thursday, 11 October 2007

Death to Short Film

Gasman, a short film by Lynne Ramsay


How ironic it is, that I've been complaining to a number of people how struggled I was finding time to read the literatures on my long recommended reading lists, without I realised I've enrolled myself into an introduction course on short films!

This 8-week course, which started this evening from 6.30 to 8.30 pm, is led by Kate Taylor, editor of the Northen Film Network and co-director of the London Short Film Festival.

No prior knowledge is required because this course by Cornerhouse is specially designed for beginners like me. Hooray!

After attending the first class, I've a feeling that I'm going to enjoy this course because of two simple reasons.

Firstly, I'm the only Asian and if I'm not mistaken, the only two non-British in my class. At least, it makes me feel like studying in England, not in the United Nations territory or HQ.

Secondly, although the facilitator was not as lively as what I would expected, at least I learn a lot about film and filmmaking. And in this context short film, which from the lecture just now, briefly highlighted the distinct of short films as compared to feature films.

The class started with ice-breaking session and guess who were picked by Kate to start the ball rolling? Yeah, you're right... me. I introduced myself with my very best pronounciation of my own name, which really an effective attention grabber (I think I'm starting to love my unique name! hehehe). I was paused a bit, when were asked what was the last film I watched. My God... simple question but unfortunately it was difficult for me to think straight and after a couple of "hmmm..." I told the class that it was a Malaysian film, a love simple love story movie (Wah, memang satu sahaja filem Malaysia yang berkisarkan cinta!).

What's my expectation from this course? All of the sudden, I answered it like a beauty queen from India and hall of the class nodded. I'm not sure whether they're impressed/satisfied of my answer or my answer straight away confirmed how naive (or stupid) I am.

During that two-hour class, we're shown of two award-winning short films - I forgot the title of the first film, but I think it's About A Girl and Gasman. I love the latter because it has less dialogue, it shows a briliant use of colours (Kate looked impressed when I highlighted this point) and not too dramatic (or to Mus maybe no climax). It is a story of a little girl who just found out that her father has another family and how she tries to deal with her jealousy.

About A Girl by Brian Percival

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

Welcoming Party

I just returned from the Richmond Park Bar, attended the Welcome Party specially held for the Ladybarn & Linton residents. It's almost 12am and I've yet to perform my Isya prayer and it's far over my bed time. Sorry guys... only pictures for today's posting. Good nite and sweet dreams.