Melayu

A poem by Usman Awang

Melayu itu orang yang bijaksana
Nakalnya bersulam jenaka
Budi bahasanya tidak terkira
Kurang ajarnya tetap santun
Jika menipu pun masih bersopan
Bila mengampu bijak beralas tangan.

Melayu itu berani jika bersalah
Kecut takut kerana benar,
Janji simpan di perut
Selalu pecah di mulut,
Biar mati adat
Jangan mati anak.

Melayu di tanah Semenanjung luas maknanya:
Jawa itu Melayu, Bugis itu Melayu
Banjar juga disebut Melayu, Minangkabau
memang Melayu,
Keturunan Acheh adalah Melayu,
Jakun dan Sakai asli Melayu,
Arab dan Pakistani, semua Melayu
Mamak dan Malbari serap ke Melayu
Malah mua’alaf bertakrif Melayu
(Setelah disunat anunya itu)

Dalam sejarahnya
Melayu itu pengembara lautan
Melorongkan jalur sejarah zaman
Begitu luas daerah sempadan
Sayangnya kini segala kehilangan

Melayu itu kaya falsafahnya
Kias kata bidal pusaka
Akar budi bersulamkan daya
Gedung akal laut bicara

Malangnya Melayu itu kuat bersorak
Terlalu ghairah pesta temasya
Sedangkan kampung telah tergadai
Sawah sejalur tinggal sejengkal
tanah sebidang mudah terjual

Meski telah memiliki telaga
Tangan masih memegang tali
Sedang orang mencapai timba.
Berbuahlah pisang tiga kali
Melayu itu masih bermimpi

Walaupun sudah mengenal universiti
Masih berdagang di rumah sendiri.
Berkelahi cara Melayu
Menikam dengan pantun
Menyanggah dengan senyum
Marahnya dengan diam
Merendah bukan menyembah
Meninggi bukan melonjak.

Watak Melayu menolak permusuhan
Setia dan sabar tiada sempadan
Tapi jika marah tak nampak telinga
Musuh dicari ke lubang cacing
Tak dapat tanduk telinga dijinjing
Maruah dan agama dihina jangan
Hebat amuknya tak kenal lawan

Berdamai cara Melayu indah sekali
Silaturrahim hati yang murni
Maaf diungkap senantiasa bersahut
Tangan diulur sentiasa bersambut
Luka pun tidak lagi berparut

Baiknya hati Melayu itu tak terbandingkan
Selagi yang ada sanggup diberikan
Sehingga tercipta sebuah kiasan:
“Dagang lalu nasi ditanakkan
Suami pulang lapar tak makan
Kera di hutan disusu-susukan
Anak di pangkuan mati kebuluran”

Bagaimanakah Melayu abad dua puluh satu
Masihkan tunduk tersipu-sipu?
Jangan takut melanggar pantang
Jika pantang menghalang kemajuan;
Jangan segan menentang larangan
Jika yakin kepada kebenaran;
Jangan malu mengucapkan keyakinan
Jika percaya kepada keadilan.

Jadilah bangsa yang bijaksana
Memegang tali memegang timba
Memiliki ekonomi mencipta budaya
Menjadi tuan di negara Merdeka.

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What Has Become To My Country?

Well, looks like the Bersih 3.0 is officially over. I was supposed to be with a few friends visiting an NGO for a charity visit but I cancelled my drive to the city. My class was postponed too.

It was reported that there were gadzillion people crossing the police lines and being bombarded with water cannon and tear gas as a result of that. There were an incident of youth stamping on a police car. A friend of mine who owns a social media company went over to interview demonstrators. And whoa! Many of them did not know what was the REAL agenda why the Bersih 3.0 came into place.

Huh? You even brought your kids into the scorching heat day, battle the police line, got mopped by the FRU, water cannon-ed, risked your job – and YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHY YOU WERE IN THE DEMONSTRATION?

What kind of an idiot are you?

I am neither a politician nor I am really bothered so much by all the politicking in the country. I would leave all the back stabbing, back biting and bitching bit that are usually associated with politicking to the people who can do it best – the politicians.

I found this youtube showing one of the demonstrators had collapsed and he was helped by several people into a waiting ambulance.

Notice the policeman next to him, fanning this man with a make shift fan, trying to make him comfortable. For all you know, the collapsed man was the same man who tried to run the police line earlier.

I salute the Malaysian police for risking their lives yesterday and putting an order to the day. Some of these people have and would never appreciate what you have done for the country.

More stories here and here.

Goodbye, Alexander.

Alex (for Alexander The Great) was found late one rainy night at the nearby park by a rescuer friend. She texted me the same night and I told her to bring the tiny kitten over.

All I saw was this tiny, scrawny kitten full of fleas, wet due to the recent rain, eyes that wont open properly, severely dehydrated and looking so pitiful. He looked as if he wont even survive the night.

I nursed him back to health as best as I could. George thought that he looked much better after a few days at home. I took him to the vet and was declared healthy although he obviously needed to increase the weight (Alex was 260 gram) and plenty of TLCs.

We were excited at the prospect of bringing him back to what a kitten should look like. Alex started to feed from the bottle on Day 3 and increased his milk intake by the day.

But, on Day 6, I heard his meow changed from loud shrilling sound to a hoarse. A sign that I have heard way too many times – a sign of an ailing cat and in this case, a kitten. Ailing that death may be near. I didnt want to think about it. I wanted him to survive.

Day 7 to the day Alex was rescued. Looked like God gave him to us only ever so briefly but I am glad he was comfortable at home with us instead of having fight for his life in the bushes in the park. Maybe to die in the same park too and without anyone knew.

Alex crossed the Rainbow Bridge late that evening. Thank you, Shannon for bringing Alex to our home that night.

Alex is buried in our garden next to Furby.

Alex on his Day 2 with us.

Alex on his Day 4 with us. Looking better. He wanted more milk 😉

The curious Jane.

Cuddling time after his bottle feed.

Rest in peace, Little Alexander…..

 

A Little Ranting On A Sunday And With A Little Sadness Too

Hanie blogging from the comfort of her home, a tad annoyed as she was distracted by a few running messages that come through her FB. Alternating between updating a few project timelines, she checks the discriminating messages…

You know, after reading all these messages….I have come to a conclusion that:

  1. There must be gadzillion bucks to be made in this animal rescue business. Otherwise why are all these people – the rescuers and the defenders of the voiceless- are doing what they are doing?
  2. Animal rescue business is a glamorous thing to do. You get to talk to a lot of people, featured in magazines (maybe get paid?). So better have lots of coverage and at the same time making sure that the other groups of animal rescuers are over-shadowed. Besides, who wants to know what they do, right?
  3. All these rescuing business have rendered certain rescuers forgotten the fact that they are human being – with friends and family. They have forgotten the basics of being a human being – treating people with respect and that people have feelings. They have forgotten on how to behave in a civilized manner. The funny thing is, animals have better manners.
  4. That it is okay to talk behind your friends’ backs. After all, they are just human beings and there are other people who comes and goes as friends. 
  5. That some people have lost their sense of empathy, respect and sympathy. (Huh? Whats that..??)
  6. All these rescuing stuff have rendered some people to turn into toxic people (or were they born being toxic?) hmmmmm…..
  7. That karma comes back and bites you in the ass. Not nice.
  8. That just when you think that you are great, remember there is always someone greater than you…and that your enemies are just waiting for the right time. And they will go for your throat mercilessly.
  9. That bitching are not the same as gossiping. Neither are nice. Especially when you have them all written in cyberspace. (Read Item # 7)
  10. Just when I thought there are some people who are a fresh breath of air, they turn around and said/did something that makes me changed my mind. Sigh….

To the hacker(s) – thank you for forwarding me those messages but as I replied to you via the hacked account inbox message – “The nawaitu in all of us are still the same – to rescue animals-but I hope after all of these – please stop and think where you NEED to stop. I assumed that you are a Muslim. If you are not, then it is ok too. Our God says that we cannot shame our fellow human beings like this. Stop when you are still ahead of your game. What needs to be revealed, have been revealed. Learn from all of these (and pray to those who have done wrong learn too) – and move on.”

My Lunch – Watermelon Salad

Red watermelon is in abundance now in the market. Nice, sweet, red, seedless watermelon. George and I enjoy having a few slices after our dinner. So refreshing. Today, I wasnt sure what to have for lunch. Opened up the fridge and saw the last portion of the watermelon we bought a few days ago.

Ok, and so watermelon salad it would be!

 

Ingredients

Chilled red, seedless watermelon-cubed

Feta cheese

Half cup of sweet basil leaves, roughly chopped

Some chopped garlic (I like my salad with lots of garlic)

Some chopped cilantro

Balsamic vinegar

Pitted kalamata olives

Olive oil

Salt and pepper

 

Mencintaimu

Dear Husband………

Mencintaimu 

Mencintai mu
Seumur hidup ku
Selamanya
Setia menanti

Walau di hati saja
Seluruh hidup ku
Selamanya
Kau tetap milik ku

( korus )
Hanya satu yang tak mungkin kembali
Hanya satu yang tak pernah terjadi
Segalanya teramat berarti di hati ku
Selamanya…

Mencintai mu
Seumur hidup ku
Selamanya
Kau tetap milik ku

TWO MEOWS WHO ARE NO LONGER STRAYS

PRAYER OF A STRAY

Dear God please send me somebody who will care!
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it’s so racked with pain.
And Dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
that someone will love me and give me a home;
a warm cozy bed I can call my own.
My last owner neglected me and chased me away,
to rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I’m tired and hungry and cold,
and I’m afraid I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
while I run in the streets just looking for bones!
I’m not really bad God, please help if you can,
for I have become just a victim of man.
I’m wormy Dear God and I’m ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an owner to please.
If you find one for me God I’ll try to be good.
I won’t run away and I’ll do as I should.
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
cuz I’m getting so weak and I’m so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
cuz I’m so afraid God that I’m gonna die.
And I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,
that I should be given a new chance to live!
So Dear God, please, please answer my prayer,
and send me somebody who will really care! ~ Written by Bev Davenport 1992 ~

About a week ago, George and I went to the Jaya Grocer in Tropicana to do our weekly grocery run. It was raining cats and dogs. The road was wet, cars buzzing this way and that and the parking was packed with vehicles. As we alighted from the car, I saw two furry balls making a quick dash from underneath a car to another to avoid the heavy rain. I began to get panicky as I saw one of them trying to get into the engine of one car. I quickly called the cat and both of them came to my feet. What lovely looking creatures!

But then, the call for grocery shopping had to be addressed and so I left the two for a while in the hope that they would not get into trouble.

Shopping cart laden with groceries, we walked along the corridor of the shops towards the car. It was still raining. I saw the two kitties again, again dashing from one spot to another trying to avoid the rain and the busy cars coming and going in the parking lot.

I told George we needed to do a pit stop – to feed the two furry balls. And there I was hunching by the corridor of a shop feeding the two. They were wet and hungry. They quickly gobbled the kibbles I placed on the cement.

Such pitiful sight that literally make me cried. They make me think of the furkids at home who do not need to rummage for food from bins or cower away from the cold rain.

Then, I heard George said,” Dear….we do still have room for another two at home…..”.

Grins!

Here they are, they two new kids.

Arthur (of King Arthur)

Vanadis (old Norwegian for “Lady”)

Dark Meat, White Meat

I had the opportunity to have a quick lunch with an old friend of mine today at a shopping mall near the house. We have not met in a few months and it happened that she was around the neighbourhood, and I had a bit of time to squeeze. So, we decided to meet at Nando’s, Tropicana City Mall.

 

Me to server: I’d like to have the 1/4 chicken with the 2 sidelines please?

Server: Ok. (and I proceeded to order the sidelines and my drinks)

Me: By the way, do you think I can choose either the dark meat or the white meat?

Server: (giving me a look) It depends on the chicken.

Me: HUH?

 

Post note:

Makes me want to go back to F&B training.

Marcus Antonius And Mr Odysseus Grey

Quite a mouthful huh?

Yeap! These are our two boys who are in the snip-snip clinic today. Marcus Antonius is the sibling of Julius Caesar who crossed the rainbow bridge late last year.

And Mr Odysseus Grey….is a visitor cat who visits our home on a daily basis. I have no idea where is his real home but then looking at things, he is looking for a permanent resident pass. He has been checking out the house – top bottom – sniffing at the tv rack, tracking slowly to the hallway upstairs, making himself comfortable by sleeping in the kitchen, and having meals from the kitty bowl, just like a resident cat.

Oh well, all PRs in our home has ONE main rule…..you gotta be snipped!

This is Marcus sleeping.

This is Marcus. He was making such a ruckus during the drive to the clinic by meowing so loud!

The new grey tabby – Mr Odysseus Grey-he must have weigh about 7kg. A big boy!

He is not a very happy camper.

Report Card From The Government

Can you feel the heat in your bones? The heat I was referring to is the upcoming PRU13. Someone told me that it will be in June. I dont know but all I can say is, I am ready to vote!

Recently George and I were invited to attend a Teh Tarik Session by my friend, Uzaidi Udanis from the Teh Tarik Bersama YBThe YB or the VIP for the evening was none other than the evergreen politician and one of my favourites, Tan Sri Rafidah Aziz.

That evening she was bombarded with all sorts of questions from the floor – from questions with regards to the upcoming PRU, to cattles and condos, to rumors of her making a comeback to Wanita Umno. She was still the same fiery, sharp lady that I have observed all these years.

She shared that in her many travels to other countries, she feels that Malaysia is still a home to come back to.

In fact, this is one of the regular topics that George and I talk about during our trips all over the country. There is no war, no famine, no natural disaster (ok..so the flash flood in the city recently was all due to the bad irrigation system…). When we traveled to Cameron Highlands, we saw the Orang Asli houses have Astro dishes and several cars parked outside. Whenever we travel to the East Coast’s rural areas, we see piped water and electricity poles standing.

General health care is still cheap and accessible comparing to other developing countries. You pay RM1.00 to be attended by a doctor and will be given nothing but the best medicine. Not enough money to eat for breakfast? Try to visit the Restoran 1Malaysia. For a price of RM1.00 you will get a decent breakfast (60 sen for teh tarik and 40 sen for roti canai). Lunch with several side dishes rarely set you back for more than RM5.00, including a drink.

Just today, the Prime Minister has announced in the news that all programmes in the 2011 GTP are all in top gear.

(excerp from The Star)

2011 GTP report card

Reducing Crime

● Street crime down 39.7%

● Index crime down 11.1%

Fighting Corruption

● 64 companies signed the Corporate Integrity Pledge

> Reward for civil servants who report graft

Improving Student Performance

● 3,089 preschools built

● New system to monitor school and pupil performance

Raising Living Standards of Low-Income Households

● 63,147 households out of poverty

● 12,578 people received micro loans

Improving Rural Basic Infrastructure

● 109,500 rural homes given clean water

● 54,270 houses supplied with electricity

● 31,327 rural homes completed ahead of schedule

Improving Urban Public Transport

● 470 RapidKL buses added to Klang Valley routes

● Transit cards for use on all RapidKL buses

Addressing the Rising Cost of Living

● 1Malaysia People’s Aid (BR1M)

● 1Malaysia Book Voucher (BB1M)

● 1Malaysia People’s Shop (KR1M)

● 1Malaysia People’s Menu (MR1M)

● 1Malaysia clinics

 

I have seen proof of economic improvement in the friends and families and what kind of assistance that the Government has rendered to them. Obviously there are areas of improvement, but change need time. And time to be spent wisely in elevating the economic level of Malaysians.

In a way, I am proud to be a part of all these, albeit playing a very minor role in the pockets of communities I am involved with.

But, there is no other place I rather be than here in Malaysia where I call home. Now…unless someone told me that the ruling Government is calling for Hudud Law to be implemented all throughout the nation, I am still sticking around. Otherwise, I seriously need to start asking airlines for quotes on transporting a big household and 23 furkids to elsewhere.