Showing posts with label Dear Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Diary. Show all posts

May 22, 2011

Dining and Whining (Gossiping actually!)

Girlies, check this place out! This is the Little White Cafe. It's a really nice and cozy place to eat, talk and laugh. Okay that would be me after a looong tiring day. Okay, maybe not so looooong. just a long day.



It's located in Bandar Baru Bangi, but I swear, the moment I entered the doors the ambiance made me feel like I was back in the UK. This place will definitely be my getaway to get away from (well, work?) Yes. Definitely.

Anyway, lets take a peep inside.



No, it's not this dark. It's my oh-so-awesome camera.



Ahh that's better innit? I mean the lighting. Girlies, it didn't take long for our food to come. And guess what, you get to see the chefs in action! baking and making.



I had tomato mushroom toast (RM5)and my youngest sister, Khodijah, had potato salad (RM6). They both tasted scrumptious!



This berry juice is tastes really good. is tastes? oh my god. Just thinking about the juice makes my grammar go all wrong. I'm stuttering. I'm stuttering. And if you're on a diet, berry juice works wonders. This costs RM8.90. Worth every penny I tell ya. Sweet berries with a tad of sour taste to it. Yumm!

And look, her juice matches her watch!

Oh wait. My coffee was even better. Just look at my face. And this coming from a coffee lover. They made my latte just the way I like it!









Here's what Fatimah had. Spaghetti Carbonara. It makes you look Italian Timsy. I think this costs RM24.90. We got one free on the house ya'll. I think it's because we made too much noise gossiping. They wanted to, (you know, hush us.)



I'm sorry that straw is in your mouth like that sissy. No other picture of you with your food.

My other sister Aishah had vegetable lasagna. Personally, I didn't really like it but she thought it was good. This costs RM15 I think. I don't know the actual price, I don't have the menu with me.



Overall, love the place. Love the food. Definitely a place to chat loooong with friends and loved ones.

May 11, 2011

Dream of Entering a Mosque



I dreamt of entering a mosque last night with the one I love. We were both in blue.

#Interpretation 1
Entering the mosque with people who dig a hole for the dreamer: The latter will get married.

There was no hole digging but there were many people about to perform their prayers.

#Interpretation 2

A mosque in a dream also represents one who is to be obeyed, respected and revered such as a father, a teacher, a sheikh or a man of knowledge. It also asserts justice if one who enters a mosque in his dream is unjustly treated.

He is the man I look up to. And he was protecting me in someway. Not from anything dangerous, but he was protecting me and looking after me.

#Interpretation 3
Dream of entering the mosque. That is, you will get a dutiful child.

InsyaAllah. Ameen. That's lovely.

It was a huge mosque that I dreamt of. I saw the dome of the mosque. And the green grass. It was beautiful. Only God knows what it means. Alhamdulilah.


Interpretations from http://www.myislamicdream.com/entering_mosque.html
http://tafsirmimpi.org/masjid.html

May 6, 2011

Back to Blogging!

I haven't been blogging for a year! But I have been writing. And I have been publishing on facebook for this past year.It took me a whole day to transfer all my entries (for God know's why I would want to do that?) Now that I've finally found time to blog again, I'm really happy!



My happy face! lol

False Alarm


I thought I was pregnant. Again. But it turns out I’m not. Of course. My period just came. Every time I tell my husband, “I think I’m pregnant.” He will say, “Not again!” Not because he doesn’t want us to have a baby but because he doesn’t want me to put my hopes up high only to cry when the home pregnancy test kit says, “Sorry, No, You’re NOT pregnant, better luck next time.” This time my period came too early. I had light spotting. I for ever and a day google up “early signs of pregnancy”. And spotting before your period comes is one of the many SIGNS. Not to mention how heavy and oversized my bust has been this past week. I felt like I was carrying bowling balls. These are all SIGNS of pregnancy. It’s a false alarm. I’m disappointed.

The things kids say

This week has been a hellava week. I don't even know where to begin. My brother collapsed at school and was warded in IJN for 4 days. I sat for my finals without much preparation. My mother-in-law is now warded in Putrajaya Hospital. A million and one other things to think about at work. I will even have to come to work on labour day. I don't want to fall into self-pity and I won't. I'm sure despite all this, something good is in store for me soon.


Today I spent time with my nieces Saffi and Iman. Babysitting them. It's amazing how kids can turn your world around with the way they say things that tickle you. It just enlightens your day.



Some of the things they said that made me laugh today.


Iman: Maksu, maksu dah kawin ke?

Me: Dah la Iman

Iman: Oooh. Maksu, paksu kawin dengan sape?

Me: Dengan maksu la

Saffi: Yela Iman, tak ingat ke paksu dgn maksu kawin kat depan rumah nenek ni je.



Saffi: Maksu kenapa tak ada baby?

Me: sbb Allah tak letak lagi baby dalam perut maksu

Saffi: Taklah. Maksu kurus sangat ni.



HAHAHA kurus? bestnye!



At the hospital I overheard a little girl talking to her ill mother.

Mother: Lia makan apa tadi?

Girl: Makan tak sedap ayah masak.


HAHAHA


<3 kids

Four Englishes and An Option

It’s one of those days when I feel like I really need to write. Not necessarily share but just to sort out my thoughts that are chaotically disturbing, and running wildly through my mind.


I’ve always had a love for languages, especially the English language. Somehow or rather I’ve always tolerated the many varieties of spoken English, whether it is Manglish, Chinglish, or English, as long as it is intelligible to my ear. Similarly, when I was a teenager, I’d never failed to respect people’s diverse personalities and I made friends easily and happily. I saw the best in everyone, and I tried to extract each person’s best trait to be a part of my personality. However, at one point I realized I didn’t have my own personality. I had trouble finding my true self and my true identity. Different identities were constructed when dealing with different personalities. Of course this is not a bad thing altogether if you were planning on becoming a psychologist or a counselor because you have that large amount of empathy and can put yourself in someone else’s shoes. But mirroring each person you meet is not only a bad idea, but also a barrier to finding your true self. Realizing this, I finally became ME. Over time, I decided on life rules, or pillars I wanted to lean on to, and I made my way to ME. The projection of ME no longer mirrored anyone else. I am ME. And I am unique.



Naturally, when you speak to someone, you will, in all respect, suddenly mirror that person’s speech. Mirroring is common in conversation. Observe yourself purchasing hardware at a hardware store from a Chinese lady. Most of you will suddenly sound EXACTLY like her, “Saya sudah banyak tempat cari , ini kedai saja yang ada la nya (nyonya).” The Chinese language is a tone language, and when this Chinese lady speaks Malay- a syllabic language, she will have that Chinese tone to it. And you will speak Malay with that Chinese tone as well. Have you ever asked yourself why you speak Malay with a Chinese accent when talking to a Chinese? Wouldn’t she have understood if you had spoken proper Malay? What is wrong with employing standard Malay you use to speak to your family and friends? And what benefits do you obtain when you speak exactly like her?


In finding my language identity, I encounter a lot of problems. And today I realized that I haven’t found my language identity. It is not that I am afraid to sound like ME, but I have too many repertoires of English of which I can choose from. I grew up in many English language communities. And therefore, when I speak to a British native speaker I will sound very cockney; when I speak to people with American accent, I will sound very American; when I speak to Malays, my English will sound very Malay; when I speak to expatriates or present a paper, I will use a more polished RP English. And for that reason, I have no trouble in distinguishing the marked differences in American and British accents and obtained ceiling scores for Phonetics and Phonology during my undergrad years. However, my aim today is to consider my options and choose my LANGUAGE IDENTITY.





Option 1- Yorkshine English
As a child, I was exposed to cockney English when I was growing up in Yorkshire. This varie^y of English actually omiks most‘t’ sounds, and changes some‘t’ sounds to ‘k’ sounds. (This variety of English omits most t sounds, and changes some t sounds to ‘k’ sounds). After returning to Malaysia, this was the only variety of English I knew, and my year 6 primary school mates would probably remember how I spoke with this alien accent in class. Mostly, this variety is unintelligible to my listeners. Therefore, I do not consider this an option.


Option 2- American English

Thanks to the mass media, our local television is jam-packed with American sitcoms, dramas and movies. I learnt American English mostly from watching movies and TV, and partly from my high school friends. In form 1 and form 2, I was friends with two girsl who just came back from the United States, and a girl from Sri Aman who sounds more American than an American native speaker. That’s how I picked up the American accent. I rolled all the ‘r’ sounds to make my woRds sound rodic, and changed all the ‘t’ sounds to ‘d’ sounds. (I rolled all the ‘r’ sounds to make my words sound rhotic and, and changed all the ‘t’ sounds to ‘d’ sounds). American accent is considered cool to some people. Sometimes I opt to use it.


Option 3 – Malaysian English
Currently, linguists are acknowledging the varieties of English that has emerged over the years around the world. Malaysian English is one variety of world Englishes. Linguists deemed it not fair to compare English as a second language to English as a native language. Thus, as long as our English is intelligible, we fall into a category of our own – Malaysian English. The most standard Malaysian English is the English of our radio DJs. Although most words are pronounced more British-like, the ‘r’ sounds are mostly rhotic. Malaysian English is 40% Malaysianized, 35% British and 25% American. Of course there are varieties across speakers. And we often include ‘la’ at the end of the sentence. “Come on la.” This is the most relaxed form of English, and is effortless. Good option.


Option 4 – British RP-like English

After undertaking TESL, I came to notice the distinctive features of RP English or posh English or royal English. In the UK, only 3% of the population speaks royal English. And this accent is no longer considered ‘natural’ even in the UK. The best thing about RP English is that it makes a person look more educated, if you know what I mean. Like my friend always says, “When you speak English with a British accent, you instantly add 10 points every time you open your mouth.” Even on ESPN, the natural British accents we hear are cockney accents. Prince Harry speaks with a cockney accent, and he’s royal. Should I sound more royal than him?


Since I’ve listed down all my options, tomorrow I will have one language identity. My motives are simple and good. I would like to be role-model for my students. The option I’m choosing is not with the intention to show off or to intimidate, but to be ME. And to sound like ME.

Life at the end of 2010

Life is getting pretty interesting. So interesting that I don’t know whether I should be happy, sad, scared, or worried. Today I found something interesting in my inbox. Two people asked me the same question:

سلام عليكم هل انت المذيعة قناة دبي تي في؟

سلام عليكم هل أنت المذيعة مريم امين؟

Although I took Arabic for three consecutive semesters during my undergrad years I could only make out that “Hal Anti” means “How are you?”, which is, actually… wrong. It doesn’t mean that.

Google translated, it means:

Peace be upon you Are you a presenter at the Dubai TV channel?

Peace be upon you Are you a presenter Mariam Amin?


I WISH


Ah well. Anyway, I didn’t reply the messages. I’ve had quite a number of unknown/unidentified people writing me messages on facebook. I’m sure many of you have too, but I have to say this would be the most interesting message I’ve come across so far.

Okay truth is, the question that’s been on my head these few days is, am I being stalked? I really hope not. I don’t care if someone is trying to make a fool out of me. Or even trying to play tricks on me to make me look stupid. As long as no one is stalking, I’m okay. I just hope it’s not one person stalking, and this person is taking on many personalities. That would really really really scare me.


Today, also, I found a really big leaf and a small flower placed neatly under my wiper. I did look for a note but I couldn’t find any. Looked around didn’t see anybody. I hope I don’t get another one tomorrow.


Ya Allah lindungilah aku dari mereka yang berniat jahat, bersifat iri hati dan dengki dan lindungilah aku dari seksa, dan fitnah. Sesungguhnya Engkau maha melindungi. Amiin.

Don't

People, do you understand me now,

If sometimes I feel a little mad

Don't you know no one alive can

always be an angel

When things go wrong I seem a little sad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood



You know sometimes, I'm so carefree

With a joy that's hard to hide

Sometimes seems that all I have is worry

And then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood



If I seem edgy, I want you to know

That I never mean to take it out on you

Life has its problems and I get more

than my share

But that's one thing I never mean to do

I don't mean it



People, don't you know I'm only human

Don't you know I have faults like any one

But sometimes I find myself alone regretting

Some little thing; some foolish thing

that I have done,

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good



Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Don't let me be misunderstood

I'm just someone whose intentions are good

Don't let me be misunderstood

100 minus 1


He woke up dumbfounded that they had missed the bus again. He panicked as she wasn’t there sleeping on his lap. He got up alarmingly and frantically searched the horizon for her. Without thinking he chased the bus in the blinding sun but it was too late. It had moved too far.

His heart shattered into a million broken pieces. She left him without saying goodbye. How could she? Really, how could she have the heart to do this to him? After all he’d done for her? Being dumped in the middle of nowhere was more painful than being struck by lightning. His heart sunk as he sat back down on the bench. He felt his body weaken like he was going to die.

The country bus station seemed deserted in the early morning and silence filled the air. He heard a soft tapping sound but he was too devastated to turn around to see what it was. “Coffee?” she offered, as she sat next to him. She had all the while witnessed his distress and was movingly touched with his conduct. His face lit up as if he was seeing her for the first time. His lips formed into a smile.

She knew she would never leave his side. She whispered, “If you live up to 100, I want to live up to 100 minus 1 day so that I don’t ever have to live a day without you.”

Alamanda Amusement


My Sisters

It was a Friday evening out with my sisters. I wanted to de-stress. Kayah wanted ice-cream. And Timah just wanted to tag along. No one would have predicted that by the end of that day, Timah would be.... paralysed?


Time: 6.30 pm Location: Baskin Robbins


Too much ice cream?

Both my sisters bought two scoops of ice cream but I didn’t feel like ice cream because I had a tummy ache. Kayah is the sweet tooth in the family. She bakes cakes, muffins, pies, and sweet stuff every single day of her adolescent life. But this time Timah's the one really enjoying her ice cream. She actually bought another scoop of BR! And Kayah was saying, “Okay, this is weird, normally I’m the one with the sweet tooth.” Timah was saying, “I don’t know, I just feel like I’m in heaven.” So Timah actually gulped down three scoops of ice cream for the first time in her life.

Time 8.00 pm Location: Alamanda Food Court

Intoxicating perfume?

I was sitting with Kayah at a table under a tree. Timah was at the washroom I think. Suddenly this tall guy comes and stands near us. He introduces himself as “Adam”, and we were both like “Okaaaaay..?” and he was telling us not to be scared and asked permission to sit. We didn’t say YES, but he sat anyway. He then asked us, “Do you know YES?” and we said “NO”. “You know... YES?”. “NO, we don’t know YES” we said. “Year End Sale” he said. Oh. Right. And he went on promoting about an event in Pavilion on the 27th and 28th of December, a perfume sale he said. This is when Timah comes back and sits down and all three of us are giving him “THE LOOK” and trying our best to make ourselves look as unattractive as possible. Nostrils flared. Mouths gaping. So that he’d see us as ugly creatures and wouldn’t do anything bad to us. He then takes a perfume out of his backpack and asks to spray it on our wrists. I refused. But my ‘genius’ sisters willingly gave their wrists. Brilliant. T.T Oh I forgot to mention. This guy didn't look like a salesman OR a promoter.


Time: 8.30 pm Location: Parkson


You see one thing about Kayah is that although she’s really intelligent, she does NOT have a sense of urgency. My mother’s prayer at Mekah was so that Kayah would be quick, effective, and efficient in her actions. hahaha. You get the picture how slow she can be at times.


Phone call between Kayah and I.

Kayah: Hello, where are you?

Me: I’m in the changing room. I’m trying on that pink shirt.

Kayah: emm okay. Emm Kakak, Timah tak boleh jalan. (any other person would have screamed this first, not ask you where you are!)

Me: Ha? Tak boleh jalan? Tak boleh jalan kenapa?

Kayah: Tadi dia tersepak kaki Kayah, pastu dia kata jari kaki dia patah. Dia tak boleh jalan. Kayah pun rasa kaki dia patah la.

Me: Patah? Tersepak kaki kayah? Kayah kat mana ni? Mana Timah?

Kayah: (Dengan sangat tenang) Timah ada kat area B.U.M. Pegila kat dia. Kayah nak ambik troli elektronik.


TROLI ELEKTRONIK? Probably she meant wheelchair. Never mind. I went to find Timah. Muka dia dah pucat. Her foot was blue, like really blue, and only one finger was red. The most painful one was red. I asked her not to move. I knew immediately I had to take her to the hospital. Tersepak kaki kayah boleh patah jari kaki?



Time: 8.45 pm Location: Concierge Counter


The workers were about to lock all the wheelchairs available.


Kayah: Saya nak pinjam wheelchair, kakak saya tiba-tiba tak boleh jalan.

Receptionist: Sila bayar deposit RM20, dan tinggalkan IC.

Kayah: Ni RM20. IC saya tak bawak.

Receptionist: Tinggalkan lesen lah.

Kayah: Lesen tak ada. Saya baru 16. Bagi ATM CARD boleh?

Receptionist: ATM card?

ATM CARD? Nak bagi pin number sekali ke? Now the receptionist knows how URGENT it is and gives the wheelchair.

Kayah comes back with a wheelchair. And we’re heading to the parking lot. We’re going down the escalator and the wheelchair is wheeling down really fast. We all forget that the wheelchair has a brake handle. Timah clings on for dear life trying to slow down the wheelchair by grabbing the escalator railing. Kayah and I try to pull the wheelchair upwards so that Timah doesn’t flop out of the wheelchair and break other parts of her body.hahahaha.

I don’t know what actually happened to her foot, but she was able to walk the next morning. Could it be that perfume guy? Or was it too much ice cream?

We actually laughed all the way to the hospital. It was soooo tiring!



Carpe Diem?


I'm at the library of the Faculty of Law. A foreign male student, in his late 20s, or early 30s comes up to me.

I'm sitting at the table transferring my students marks onto a score sheet.

He stands in front of me. And I look up at him. And he looks at me. It's all awkward.

I ask myself "what is up with this guy?" Before approaching me, he had been looking my way a few times.

As if I've met him somewhere. As if he knows me from somewhere.

As if my face had been plastered in today's national newspaper.



Foreign student: shanteyyyyyq (cantik, I suppose)

Me: forced smile

Foreign student: Can I have your number?

Me: Why do you want my number?

Foreign student: Can I have your number?

Me: Do I know you?

Foreign student: No. But can I have your number.

Me: I'm married. Do you still want my number?

Foreign student: pauses, looks at my files, and looks at my finger.

He probably comes to realize I'm a lecturer and not a student.

Foreign student: Yes.

Me: I'm sorry I don't even know you.

Foreign student: It's okay.I can have your number. (Oh. my. god! how much more persistent can he be?!!)

Me: ???


I get up and leave.

May 5, 2011

BURDEN

When I think of the word burden, I imagine heavy stones being carried around in a backpack.

Burden can refer to something oppressive or worrisome.

It can also refer to responsibility.

Nobody likes burden. But whether we like it or not, we are all heavily laid with burden.

What would it take to carry around a backpack full of heavy stones weighing 5 kilos?

What if you had to carry that 5 kilo backpack from Kelantan to Singapore on foot?

Imagine if these stones in your backpack are valuable stones. Aquamarine stones. And diamonds. Sapphires and rubies.

The buyers in Singapore are going to pay you RM2 million dollars for your whole backpack.

But you'd have to go on foot.

What would it take? For that burden to get there and be released.

It would take courage, persistence, acceptance, patience, and most importantly care and vigilance.

And that bagpipe of burden would not feel as heavy.

Take everyday responsibilities that way and life would be less of a burden and more of a relief.

In exception, when a burden is oppressive and worrisome and we know that we're not capable of bearing the pain,

then sometimes it's best to release it even though it's worth 2 million.



"I do not pray for a lighter load, but for a stronger back." - PhillipsBrooks

May 10, 2010

To Be A Mommy

What does it mean to be a woman?
To wash the dishes,
To cook and clean,
To do the laundry,
To mop the floors..

What does it mean to be a woman?
To be a wife,
To be the meal planner,
To be the one who waits at tea..
To be the ironing lady too..

What does it mean to be a woman?
To be the household provider,
To be the driver,
TO be the worker,
To be the supervisor..

What does it mean to be a woman?
To be kind yet rough
To be soft-spoken yet out-spoken
To be gentle yet tough
To be be respectful yet respected..

What does it mean to be a woman?
To be pwetty, pwetty,
To be sexy and playful,
To be 34-24-34,
To be silky, soft, and fair..


But wait,
Is that all?
That's a quarter
The other is a mother.