Tuesday, September 14, 2010
In Terengganu, a joke is a ‘lawok’; to make a joke is to ‘buat lawok’ or ‘wak lawok’ (please don’t mistake it for Wak Seman or Wak Parjo). A joker however is not a ‘pelawok.’ Pelawok to Terengganuan is a liar. Penipu, pembohong, putar alam or as some put it (for this I must profusely apologize to the Indians) ‘Keling’. Now we know exactly why Indians find such term degrading.
When a Terengganuan says to you, ‘Mung ning memang pelawok’ don’t think that he regarded you as a Raja Lawak material. He meant ‘you bloody liar, you!’
A joker to Terenganuan is a Pok Lawok (standard spelling – Pak Lawak).
Terengganuan regards liars and jokers as equal; the same way they regarded most if not all ‘ahli politik’. But if you know Terengganuan well (I’d be more comfortable to call them and myself ‘orang Tranung’), you know they are easy going and humorous. Maybe that is the reason why they equate one with the other. They laugh at and never believe any of them anyway.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Some years ago I had a pair of white plastic school shoe. It was cheap. Then I think it cost only less than two ringgit. It was practical. I can not wash it on weekends as I do to my canvass Bata. I only need to just to wipe it with ‘sabun toko’ then rinse it and wipe it dry just before going to school. Never a need to spend time to ‘kapur’ it. I can also walk in the puddle with it.
But the plastic shoe came at the time our family was at the most difficult time. Ayah was working far away in Padang Kubu. I tried to recall that difficult time but I guess some memory had been blacked out. In bits and pieces I recall going to school in selipar jepun and get a scolding from a teacher. Which che’gu? Slipped my mind too.
Maybe our mind had a way of erasing those hard time from the memory bank and keep only the better time for recollection.
Imagine my reaction to ‘Crocs’ - the ugly plastic shoe that everyone seems to long for if not already have. Never mind if they were Maidin’s
It’s ugly. And it’s plastic. Period.
But it’s comfortable. Bloody comfortable. Still its ugly. And it’s still plastic.
First Adlan had one. Then Alia, then Atin. And Amir too wants one. Then Yati had one. And two and three. Or is it now four?
Then I made the mistake. I walked into a Crocs Store. Worst still I tried on a pair. D**n it. It’s so light like I wasn’t wearing a shoe at all. It was so @#&&+ comfortable. Ahhh! Now I need some justification for splashing 200 plus ringgit for a pair of plastic shoe.
But it’s plastic? Nope! This one came with a canvass upper.
But it’s ugly? Hmmmm… this isn’t exactly the ugly one.
And so once again I wear a pair of plastic shoe. And I am walking happily….. ever after.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
MBKT sent us this form to fill and return. I'm sure most of warga kota would be happy to oblige. Somehow I wonder why must this simple request to the 'rakyat' be accompanied by some level of "amaran" as well. "Jika Tuan/Puan tidak mengembalikan penyata ini dalam masa yang ditentukan, Tuan/Puan boleh diambil tindakan di bawah Seksyen 140 Akta Kerajaan Tempatan."
Are we rakyat so, so disrespectful to the ruling elites that we must be threatened every steps of the way?
Can they not explain nicely why such form filling is important to the City and nicely ask for cooperations.
Yes we see that a private company is involved now and that's the more reason to be tactful.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
One advertisement, government sponsored, says, ‘kita bukan along, kita mahu tolong’ or more or less to that effect. I’d take that with more than a pinch a salt. In fact I would take it with a sack of salt, ‘se karung’ for effect.
I have been an usahawan for more than twenty years now. Still, in the so many years I am not without the nagging feeling that my life is being made miserable by the so many agencies and institutions that rules our so called usahawan life. EPF, SOCSO, Lembaga Hasil Dalam Negeri, Kastam, SSM (Suruhanjaya Syarikat
EPF and now SOCSO will now sue for delay in contributing. Even after you have paid albeit late and paid penalties for the late payment. They don’t care if you can’t pay your staff salary, they don’t care if their salary was paid late because you have no or not enough money, to them come hell or high water, EPF must be paid. And hell and high water awaits those who delay, what more those who fail.
SOCSO now threaten to sue you for your staff not reporting an accident or death. And sue you the same if the report is made late. ‘Buat salah, tak buat pun salah.’ SSM so happy and proud to impose a two thousands ringgit fine and then threat you with court action for not filing your return.
Then there is the income tax, scouring for mistakes in your tax return some five to seven years earlier. And how can you win when they say your business expenses was not business expenses. It is always our words against theirs and theirs are always to only one right.
The list seems almost endless.
So what are we to them ‘pegawai-pegawai kerajaan?
Are we usahawan all liars and cheaters? Is that how they see us? Definitely that’s how they treat us.
Maybe the first rule to being an usahawan is to be a perfect human being, a ‘maqsum’ who committed no mistakes, one who is well versed and obedient in all aspects of laws and regulations. And given the current rate of laws and regulations change in this country, you end up studying statute books and little time to be an usahawan.
Sadly, we all [at least most of us] became usahawan first and learnt the rope and the whips as we journey such perilous journey.
Sometimes, and many times you look at people like politicians and project brokers and the new breed of ‘sumbangan amal’ solicitors selling tables, zooming around in brand new mercs and beemers, building multi million dollar house in cash, knowing they never pay taxes, knowing they have no business or office or employees to look after. You knowing that EPF, SOCSO, even SPRM never bothers them, you wonder why did you became in the first place an usahawan.
Wonder, if I am the only one.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Well and good I thought until my 10 year old son said, ‘Bakpe pulok?’ He’s been scoring well in Mathematic and Science and the thought of it to be taught in Bahasa Melayu confuse him. My son is right I guess. We the parent had been fiddling with their lives. Maybe a little too much.
So now, to bring knowledge to the rakyat we can perhaps go back to translating. I got my contract translation hanging for years half done. Time to dust the cover, again. I think.
Now, to digress a little.
This is one story about death, translated from Jeffrey Archer’s To Cut A Long Story Short. Archer admitted that it was not his original because story has been told since long ago in the Sufi traditions. I heard them too long before I found the book. and I think it is an interesting story to share.
So here’s my take on the story.
Pada zaman dahulu, di Kota Baghdad, seorang saudagar telah mengarahkan khadamnya pergi ke pasar. Tidak berapa lama kemudian khadam itu pulang dengan wajah yang pucat dan dibasahi peluh.
‘Kenapa?’ Tanya sang Saudagar yang kehairanan.
Si Khadam tidak menjawab. Sebaliknya dengan nafas yang tercungap-cungap dia berkata, ‘berikan kuda tuan hamba kepada hamba. Hamba mahu lari ke Kota Bukhara.’
‘Baiklah kata Sang Saudagar. Tapi jelaskan dulu kenapa tuan hamba tergesa-gesa.’
‘Hamba terserempak dengan Maut tadi. Dia terperanjat melihat hamba. Hamba masih muda. Hamba ingin lari ke Kota Bukhara supaya dia tidak dapat mencari hamba.’
Sebaik diberikan kuda, Si Khadam terus dengan pantas memacu kuda ke Kota Bukhara.
Si Saudagar langsung ke pasar. Ditengah-tengah orang ramai Saudagar berjumpa dengan Maut lalu menegurnya. ‘Wahai Maut!, apakah benar kamu mencari Si Khadam? Kurang moleklah kamu menyergah dia ditengah orang ramai disini.’
‘Maafkan hamba,’ jawab Maut. ‘Hamba tidak berniat mengejutkan Si Khadam. Hamba pun sebenarnya terkejut bertemu dia di sini.’
‘Kenapa begitu? Tanya Saudagar.
‘Sebab hamba patutnya bertemu dia di Kota Bukhara esok.’
Friday, June 26, 2009
It was wonderful as a Muslim to know that he left this world with the God’s greatest gift of being a brother Muslim. May he find his place amongst those blessed by Allah.
For him Mikhail, Al-Fatihah.