Anyway, maybe this has been a stale issue, and everybody has pointed out their point of view. Am sorry am a bit late about this..
But after reading so many blogs and opinion, I have to state my case too..
About what? About the FIXI – PTS saga.
And the discussion about Bahasa Melayu Rendah / Tinggi.
Ironic isn’t it, that I’m writing this in English..
Well, let’s just say I wouldn’t want my writing to be labelled as high/medium/low.. and my opinion has nothing to do with the content of either publisher.
These are my points:
I don’t think it was right, Pn. Ainon. Why?
a. Because she is a publisher herself. And as aware as we all are about competitions, businesses don’t usually go out there and publicly put down your opponent/competition. People will see you as unprofessional and unsporting. Well, that’s how I see it.
b. There are people who respect you. As you would probably be using BMT, I’m sure your attitude should be as towering too.. But this action of yours says the opposite.
c. Being a publisher, she should understand that people’s taste varies. In everything. In music, in food, in fashion, in literature. Just because one thinks that rock music is crap and not art, unlike classical Beethoven, one should not go out there and say that other genre is rubbish and will destruct the nation.
d. And lastly, publishers are out there to make money and give opportunities, to the writers and readers. And they don’t all come from the same mould. So embrace that difference. Malaysia is not that big for any industry. So, let’s support and complement each other.
No? Well, I’ve had my say… Sekian.
Sibuk nak pindah.. Sibuk nak siapkan paper.. Tapi nak tulis jugak. Ini je yang sempat.
Ikut luahan rasa, lagi banyak nak cakap. Tapi cukuplah ini dulu.
Walau ayah dah takde, tulisannya abadi. Al Fatihah Ismail bin Salimah.
Ini tulisannya empat tahun lalu.
Saya tujukan ini kepada YAB MB Johor.
Saya tujukan ini kepada Prof. Datuk Dr. Ramlah Adam.
Saya tujukan ini kepada Tan Sri Dr. Khoo Kay Kim yang mempersoalkan latar belakang Ayah.
Saya tujukan ini kepada Pensyarah Fakulti Sains Teknologi dan Pembangunan Insan Universiti Tun Hussein Onn Malaysia (UTHM), Mohd Akbal Abdullah.
Saya juga tujukan ini kepada MAT SABU yang tak paham tulisan Ayah. Yang entah-entah tak baca habis pun rencana tu.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Esoknya exco yang sama dilaporkan pula dengan kenyataan yang lain. Dia menuduh Ashari Mohamad, bekas pemimpin Al-Arqam menulis buku yang kandungannya untuk menghidupkan semula pertubuhan itu, dan mengagung-agungkan dirinya sendiri. Apabila ditanya pemberita sama ada dia sudah membaca buku tersebut, dia kata dia belum baca lagi, tetapi dengan bangga mengatakan dia yakin bahawa itulah kandungan buku tersebut. Kenyataannya membuatkan aku ketawa lebih besar lagi. Agaknya ketawa aku jauh lebih besar daripada ketawanya. Ashari sendiri pun agaknya turut tergelak besar jika dia membaca berita itu. Ketawa aku bukan kerana aku menyokong Ashari, jauh sekali dari pengikut Al-Arqam. Tetapi yang membuatkan aku ketawa ialah telatah pemimpin politik ini yang membukakan kejahilannya sendiri.
Aku pernah berhadapan dengan situasi yang sama. Aku pernah dituduh komunis semata-mata kerana aku menulis kisah tentang Mat Indera dalam sebuah buku tokoh terbitan organisasi tempat aku bekerja. Tulisanku itu berdasarkan kajian bahan-bahan bercetak dan temu bual serta pemerhatian dan perbandingan. Penasihat penerbitan tersebut, Profesor Emeritus Datuk Abu Bakar Hamid setuju rencana itu diterbitkan bagi menggalakkan orang ramai berfikir, di samping untuk dijadikan asas bagi kajian selanjutnya.
Bukan sebarangan orang yang membuat tuduhan itu. Antara mereka termasuk dua orang yang membuatkan aku bukan tergelak, tetapi sedih sesedih-sedihnya kerana mereka orang yang berilmu dan berkuasa. Seorang yang menuduh itu ialah seorang profesor sejarah, dan seorang lagi ialah senator dengan Ph.D luar negara.
Ramai teman yang membaca tulisanku itu mengucapkan tahniah, kerana menurut mereka, aku melihat kisah Mat Indera dari satu perspektif yang berbeza. Tetapi bagi mereka yang tidak membaca rencanaku mengatakan aku mengagung-agungkan komunis dan menyanjung perjuangannya. Masya-Allah. Tidak ada satu perkataan pun yang dalam tulisanku itu merujuk sebagai mengagungkan komunis, sebaliknya kutukan terhadap komunis yang aku buat. Tulisanku itu sebenarnya mengutuk komunis.
Kebetulan aku bertemu dengan orang yang hebat menghentam aku – seorang profesor sejarah. Aku tanya dia, “Profesor dah baca ke tulisan saya tu?”
“Dah!” jawabnya ringkas.
“Cuba tunjukkan bahagian mana dalam tulisan tu yang saya ni komunis?
Dia jadi teragak-agak dan cuba mengelak. Sebaliknya, dia dengan penuh emosi menceritakan betapa kejamnya Parti Komunis Malaysia membunuh orang dan merosakkan harta benda rakyat. Dan aku akur. “Bapa saya seorang polis pada zaman darurat,” dia bercerita hal lain yang tidak ada kaitan dengan persoalan pokok yang kami bincangkan. Dalam hatiku, kenyataan yang mengatakan bahawa bapanya seorang polis itu adakah satu kajian ilmiah? Atau dorongan emosi?
Aku tanya dia, “Adakah saya menceritakan kebaikan Parti Komunis Malaysia, Profesor? Adakah saya menyanjungi mereka? Profesor tunjukkan di mana dalam tulisan saya itu yang saya tidak mengutuk mereka?” Akhirnya dia mengaku bahawa dia sebenarnya belum pun membaca buku yang dirujuknya itu. Dia cuma membaca tajuk tulisan aku itu sahaja. Aku sungguh sedih mendengar jawapannya itu, lantas aku kini hilang penghormatanku tentang kepakarannya sebagai profesor sejarah. Aku menyimpan perasaan curiga terhadapnya. Kata hatiku, rupanya dia tidak ikhlas dalam kerjayanya. Rupanya ada udang di sebalik batu dalam segala usahanya. Maaf, mungkin ini prasangka buruk semata-mata.
Tetapi bagiku, itulah peribadi yang ada pada sebahagian pemimpin kita kini. Mereka menjatuhkan hukuman kepada sesiapa sahaja walaupun tanpa usul periksa. Sebabnya, mereka berkuasa. Memang bukan semuanya begitu, tetapi yang sedikit ini silap-silap boleh menjual negara, menggadai maruah bangsa, tetapi merekalah yang berkuasa. Berapa ramaikah lagi yang begitu?
Ingatanku: Kuasa itu amanah Allah. Kuasa bukan untuk menghukum orang lain sewenang-wenangnya. Gunakanlah kuasa itu dengan berhemah dan penuh keinsafan. Kuasa itu Allah pnjamkan kepada kamu buat sementara waktu sahaja. Peliharalah dengan sempurna. Dan Allah boleh tarik kuasa itu pada bila-bila masa dan memberikannya pula kepada orang lain.
Tetapi yang lebih penting, janganlah jatuhkan orang lain dengan memfitnah semata-mata untuk kepentingan diri sendiri. Sesungguhnya memfitnah lebih jahat daripada membunuh.
Aku merasa betapa kerdilnya ku. Aku insaf. Dalam keinsafan ini, aku muhasabah diri: Berapa banyakkah kuasa yang ada padaku telah aku gunakan untuk menghukum? Sejauh manakah aku sudah menghukum orang lain, termasuk anak-anakku sendiri, tanpa maklumat dan bukti yang sahih dan cukup? Moga-moga Allah ampunkan aku!
This is a day worthy of an entry. Why? Because it really drained me out. I wish it is more animated, but only my birthday twin can keep one spellbounded in her story telling.
Anywho.. here goes:
Yesterday started with me getting the wrong food for C2′s bekal/bento/whateveryouwanttocallit. It was already late. She got so pissed off and started yelling and stomping. Oh.. for once I thought we could be on time.. so off I go to “repair” the situation cooking a different kinda food. All this while, I haven’t taken my shower ya..
And ok.. everyone’s safe where they’re supposed to be – school and work. Till 4.20pm came.. a distress call came in. C2 was crying hyterically.. sobbing and screaming. Then back to wailing. And I really cannot make out what she was saying. I asked where her brother (C1) was.. and obviously she was home alone. I really couldn’t make out what was going on except that “mommy please come quickly”.. I tried to calm down, but can’t so I left to go home. Sped, and travelled like the vampire. Reached home in 30 long minutes.. (what usually takes 50 minutes at least) crazy. By this time, I had called the fairy. And she came to the rescue. As it turned out… it was just too much emotions and drama when the actual thing is just:
1. she went to mengaji, but forgot to bring her book.
2. the ustaz made her take it thinking the caretaker’s house was close by.
3. went to the caretaker’s house, but book was not there.
4. went home and found the book..
5. but, she already took 20 minutes and now she’s struggling with the padlock to lock the grill and gate of the house.
6. panic, making it even harder to work the padlock. making it ever later than she already was.
7. scared, she cried. and called me. crying hysterically.
that was all to it.
Phew. Ingatkan apa. Caught my breathe. Bathed and prayed.
Since there was time, I said let’s go pick up the laundry before we fetch Jr C.
And since we’re passing by Jusc0, let’s grab a quick drink.
Done, so I needed to go pay the parking ticket.
(Btw, all these while, C1 was at mengaji and then played with his friend).
I parked my car at the side, and told C2 to wait a while.
The Cs practice is to immediately lock the door when I leave them a while in the car. And so, this was when the hell’s gate started to come loose…
I came back to the car and realized that C2 was fast asleep. Alamak.. I know this is not going to be easy because C2 mmg sleeps like a log. A hard, bonkered out, log. The great typhoon may hit and leave, but she would still be in slumberland. I knocked at all sides of the car, but of course nada. She didn’t even stir. I tried not to attract too much attention, but when you’re screaming to a car, calling “C2! C2!” and banging on the car, how can passer by not notice. This is exactly the point when the hell gate we were talking about, broke and hell fire is fast burning.
Before I realized it, a small crowd had formed around my car. Then 2, 3 security officers came. Suggested we try to break the lock of the car. All this while you have to keep in mind, people kept on banging on the car and rocking and shouting.
While the security trying to pick my lock and people rocking the car, C2 kept on sleeping.. and the crowd grew bigger.
I called mom to come pick me up so I can go home and take the spare key. Mom forgotten to bring my spare home key, because my house keys are inside the car. Waiting for her to turn back, took a while… and so, the crowd grew restless kot. Or bolder. One man pulled me aside and asked to break the small car window. I said, be patient. My mom is on the way. And her house is only 6km away.. all but a mere 7 minutes journey, without the mad evening traffic at her junction. Which to say.. lambat sket lah sampai kot. Tapi tolonglah bertenang dan sabar.
And this man kept telling me, something is wrong with your child. I don’t think she is just sleeping. Kept pestering where exactly is my mom.
Where? Where? Where?
In my mind, the words: who died and made you Chief kept blinking.
I ignored the expanding crowd but focused on C2 inside the car, because I can’t bear to meet their questioning stare, judging thoughts..
Suddenly a car drove by, and stopped next to this crowd. She rolled down (or to be exact, pressed down the button of) her window and shouted:
“You have to break the window. That window is nothing. Your child is important. You have to break it! There is NO OTHER WAY!!!”
Alamak! It felt as if I had poisoned my child and she was saying, “You’ll be damned and burn in hell”.. Boleh tak?
And so, the security started to man the traffic.. “Okay, jalan, jalan“…
When is mother arriving, right?
Same thought. Anyway, with that stern warning, lagilah this “Chief” naik sheikh and persisted I break the window. In my head, breaking the window will cause shattered glass to be all over the inside of my car and onto the baby seat. What if it hits C2? I need to go pick up Jr C.. where do I put him then.. this is 7pm now.. Encik Suami is outstation.. So please lah Mister, hold your horses.. But I just kept quiet and called my mom who was parking her car. While I was talking, telling her to hurry up.. then I heard behind me:
“Ha, she has woken up..”
What a relief!
I quickly told C2 to open the door.. but she was barely alert or just half awake.. and started to stare at all the people around the car. She just sat still and looked around. Not moving an inch. When I told the security the crowd was scaring her, he made them quickly dispersed.. and that was the last I saw of them. Then only, she slowly moved to open the door.
And then, here comes the “Chief” again, making me take C2 out of the car so that she can breathe. I just followed his instruction but C2 refused. She was scared. After much coaxing, she came out.
I thanked the security and then got lectured by mom.
Phew.. The End. Thank God, balik tu no more drama.
Penat tak baca?
Huh? That was my first thought.
What kind of statement is that.
Rubbish right? (pun intended).
Malaysian should start separating their thrash immediately.
Well, at least you should start practicing.
So when the real day comes, it will flow smoothly without hiccups.
But I actually have a problem with this.
I mean, I do separate my trash. But after that, WHAT?
I know, I know bring them to recycling centre or collection points. But it’s such a hassle to carry trash around in my car (excuses, I know..). I just wonder, I’m sure the are better ways to encourage Malaysians to be greener, right…
Well, here are my two sen..
- Have a specific day to collect specific trash. ie: Monday – only for glasses. Tuesday – paper, etc.
- Encourage people to go around collecting trash like the old newspaper vendors. Instead of just paper lama, how about tin lama, tin lama. (I have tons of the kids’ milk cans)
- Bring back that campaign and encourage the public to be part of the “Aluminium Cans for Cash”. But have easy places for people to bring it to – like shopping malls, etc.
- Oil. Ok, I seriously have a problem with this. What you have to know is that you CANNOT pour oil down your sink or your longkang. You will cause damage to the sewerage system. You should not pour oil on your garden… oily soils (though it could rhyme) will not be fertile. So, when do I recycle / throw these oils? (Currently, I pour them back into empty oil bottles, after I filtered all the habuk²)
- I know some of you may suggest putting those brown, orange, blue (recycling) bins at more places. It just doesn’t work, beb. Most of them (especially at the shopping malls) have basically garbage in all the bins, regardless of the color. People are just lazy or ignorant to figure that out. So, how now? Well, I think workplaces could try out recycling days or something. First week collect papers. Second week collect glass, then tins and then plastic. And assign people/group/dept to be in charge of each type to send them to the recycling centres. Ok?
i don’t know… what do you think?
I. If Ayah was still around, he would have been 66 today. Al-Fatihah Ayah. There is so much that I would want to share with you. But this is the life.
II. With all the commotion and dissatisfaction, I would still like to congratulate the underdog for the recent success.
Janganlah buat fitnah… Aku tak kenal sangat Ana, tak kenal langsung pun sebenarnya… tapi bila aku baca statement ni, aku rasa sangat² tersentuh.
“Sangkar pun DIY, mana dapat modal beli juri professional…” Sobar yo, korang.
III. Baby number 3 will be 11 months this month! Yeay. He can call out IBAU.. AYAH.. and some other gibberish that I have yet to make out. He is already walking and half running. But we have yet to see any teeth. In terms of development he is so much like his brother except for the walking part. (Afnan walked at 13 months, I think).
IV. Shahnaz kena tukar Kementerian. Jauh plak tu. Kat KL. Hahaha.. macamlah jauh sangat. Aku sedih sebab masa mula-mula masuk sini, dialah dalam group yang mula-mula lapor diri dulu tu. Mula- mula kami 8 budak itam. Satu kena tarik Intan, tinggallah 7. So, yang tujuh ni lah.. sekarang dah tinggal 6. Tapi sebenarnya sekarang kat sini dah ada 12 budak itam (OZF), kalau masuk Shahnaz. Tapi dua orang pun baru je tukar gak. Jadi sekarang ada 9 je lah.
I don’t know why I am so out of things to write. Will try harder next time.
Happy 11.1.11 Everyone.
Menariknya Ramadan ini:
Selain daripada dipanjang usia dan rezeki untuk dapat menambah amal ibadat di bulan ramadan tahun ini, ada beberapa perkara yang ketara (significant) untuk aku ingat.
1. InsyaAllah dapat puasa penuh juga tahun ni macam tahun lepas. (ada dua hari lagi ni). Adakah perlu mengandung lagi tahun depan untuk dapat 3 tahun berturut? Oop!
2. Tahun ni 4 hari berpuasa (3 hari berbuka) di hospital. Anak bongsu saya kena acute bronchiolitis. Sian dia.
3. Hari tu tukang jahit kata tak sempat siap baju untuk raya. Kain yang saya bagi bonda mintak tolong hantar pun dia hampir lupa. Tapi sempat hantar gak. Ingatkan tak siap, jadi saya beli sepasang dah siap. Tiba-tiba, semua baju siap di jahit dalam ramadan. Oh jadinya pertama kali saya ada 5 pasang baju kurung raya baru.
4. Kalau tahun-tahun terdahulu, biasanya mesti ada sekali berbuka beramai-ramai dengan semua adik-beradik. Tahun ni, tak berjaya nampaknya. Masa Dino balik, Dik Am kerja. Ada masa tu, saya kena balik kampung sebelah suami. Hmm.. sedih.
5. Tahun ni juga merupakan tahun pertama anak kedua berpuasa. Dia akan berusia genap 6 tahun November ni. Alhamdullillah, berjalan dengan baik kecuali beberapa hari yang terpengaruh dengan rakan sebaya. Tak sampai 5 pun yang tak berjaya tu, insyaAllah.. yelah ada dua hari lagi ni kan. 3 termasuk hari ni.
Okaylah untuk pembaca yang tak berapa ramai ni (kalau ada) Selamat Menyambut Aidil Fitri. Semoga kita dipanjangkan umur dan dibanyakkan rezeki, dapat berjumpa lagi Ramadan pada tahun hadapan. Insya Allah.
BFM is Malaysia’s Business Radio Station. They talk mostly about business and economics and sometimes some current affairs. No hollywood gossip. Sometimes they play great 90s rock music but mostly saya kurang berkenan. These are the little things I learned when listening to one of the segments: The Breakfast Grill.
- MAHB has oil palm and coconut plantation.
- Mamee penetrated the Australian market through schools
- Mamee ceased operation in China due to imitation issues. They said it’s a losing battle.
- Rolls Royce are bringing their car to Malaysia. (ke dah bawak by this time)
- What does wimax actually mean.
and many more lah.
These are just the little few that sticks in my head.
I like their breakfast grill especially with people or brands or products that i am familiar with. Of course most of it becomes trivia to me, but it certainly makes me go, “oh, interesting” when i heard it.
And probably could make others say the same when I mention it.. heheh.
Nampak macam aku intelligent, kan?
So, take some time and listen to BFM and perasan intelligent.
Do u like macarons?
I know u do, Kak Dilla.
Well if you do, u have got to try out Babycakes.
No. not justin bieber’s Baby song, but
Nicole Lynn and her sister, Valentina’s sweet delicacies.
They are not just good to look at,
they are definitely nice on the tastebuds.
Crispy thin crusts, and soft chewy middle with sweet and sticky variety of fillings to choose from.
If you haven’t had one, you are missing something.
My friend from school introduced me to it
which got me drooling.
I googled and came upon this review:
I wasted no time and placed an order for 5 flavors:
Red Velvet, and
There are 3 other flavors: Green Tea, Lemon and something that I forgotten. Sorry.
Though they do deliver to Putrajaya, I figured it was easier to have it deliver to Mr Suami’s office. However, he apparently didn’t realize how fragile it was, so when I received them, some were cracked.
Anyway, here’s my review:
My search for macarons started when I chanced upon Aunty Yochana’s blog. But I have never tasted any macarons, therefore I don’t really know how macarons should taste like. But once I had a bite of Babycakes macarons, I know I am bought. I admit that I have a hell of a sweet tooth.
My favorite of the 5 is definitely Salty Caramel. It seems that if not for the filling, macarons taste rather mendatar. Not really bland.. but can’t find the right wordlah. So this salty caramel has an edge with its salty taste. So does strawberry with its sour taste. If i were to name it, I’d call it Strawberry Sorbet, because that’s what the texture and taste remind me of. Then comes chocolate with its slight bitter taste. But the macaron seem more fudgy compared to the rest. Red velvet is inspired the red velvet cake, of course. It’s filling is cream cheese and nutella. And last Orange. Ok, this is so not my favorite because somehow the filling tastes a bit like panadol syrup to me. And the most mendatar of the lot. I was expecting a tangy and sour taste, but not there. But that’s just me.
You, my friend, have to try it own your own.
Give a Nicole Lynn (012-219 0069)and Valentina (012-524 6877) a call or drop by their store.
Babycakes Sweet Shoppe
G-02A, Ground Floor
G City Hotel
199 Jalan Tun Razak
And cik masak-masak aka boo_licious has a post of where to get macaron around town.
Guess what.. it’s Wednesday again.
Alhamdullillah, things were on schedule last week and hopefully today too.
In fact, we were early today even though I woke up late.
Thanks to Encik Suami whom helped with the bekal. Tq, tq, I love you.
Anyway, if you didn’t know, it’s 18 days away till my EDD.
And quite frankly, I am not that prepared. I feel like a first timer all over again. And recently, I had to help babysit my 3 month nephew and it certainly felt like a amateur.
I mean, when was the last I had to go through this.. oh, that was what, SIX YEARS ago?!!! OMG.
Hahahahaha. A lot of people asked why I waited so long, and even though I could list all the reasons and seasons, there isn’t really any.
Things just happened the way they did. One moment I felt content with two, the next I decided, let’s have an addition. Heheh
So guys help me out here, what is it that I need again to prepare for the delivery and welcome the baby at home ya? Yes, yes.. laugh all you want, but I admit it.. aku macam blur. Except I definitely still remember that labour pain, and it is certainly not something I look forward to, thank you.
So, tomorrow I will officially be at a new office. Sebenarnya, not so new pun. It’s just back to HQ. In fact, I’ll be at the same floor as before. So, Aras 6, I’m back… but at a different department.
Supposedly, I was to start yesterday, but I took 2 days leave to see that my kids could settle down with some changes as well. Alhamdullillah they seem fine. Not lost or anything. Neither were they sad. No one was injured, no one cried, yours truly included. Leganya.
Today I finally managed to clear my room with whatever little things I have. 30 minutes je, just to show how little things I have in there, because of the little time I spent there. Most were spent in my car. Anyway, cleaning and leaving, I am reminded of the things I will and will not miss. Things I am and am not looking forward. Among others:
What I’ll Miss
1. Plan my own day
2. Claimable mileage
3. Pants to work
4. Taking pictures
5. 20 minutes breezy drive to work.
6. Lunch at home? So possible!
7. Cuti, silalah…
8. Room with view of Seremban Town
What I’m Not Looking Forward To
1. 40 minutes dash on the highway
2. Jam at Bulatan Besar Putrajaya
4. Batik every Thursday
5. Endless meetings (Mesy Pengurusan esp)
6. Bersalah nak cuti
7. 100km drive EVERYDAY
8. Meetings yang menggemukkan
Happy to Leave
1. Lonely Breakfast Days
2. Flying Squad – Report in 2 days
3. Fight for a parking space
4. Who gets to use the office car
5. Possibility of meeting pakcik sewel yang nak meraba
1. Designated Carpark
2. New Things to Learn, new people to meet
3. Office computer (sekarang pakai personal laptop kat office)
4. Lunch with many, many friends
5. Maternity Leave in March 2010, YEAY!!!!