Kuala Lumpur, 30/06/06 

My grandmother Wan Soo Binti Che Man, had passed away on Friday 07/07/2006 at 2.15pm.  The reason of the death was elderly sickness.  She was just 71 year old as her last brithday was on 01/07/1935.  She was passed away in my auntie house that is infront of my house. 

 

My grandmother was living in Klang with my youngest auntie until she decided to comeback to Penang with us in year 2000.  During her life she was always giving me money just like other grandmothers did to their grandchildren and always backing me when my mother scolded me because of lazy.  She was also suffered diabetes that effect her eyes and ears.  She could not see and hear clearly and always quiet.  She liked to hear Azan.    She's the only grandmother i had after my grandmother on father side had passed away in year 2000.  I don't have grandparent anymore. 

 

During her life, she advised me to marry a soon as possible especially before she died.  She wanted to give some marriage tips (ehehehe...).  But sorry grandma, i could not fullfill your dream but it would be sooner or later and just witness my marriage as an  angel.

 

On the day she had passed away, i just knew it from sister at 2.15pm and rushly go to airport.  But unfortunately it was Friday, the ticket was sold out and only available at 9pm.  I could not see her buried at 6.30pm.  So sad.  Before she died she was keep asking my mother when i wanted to comeback and see her.  I had scheduled my flight to Penang at the end of this month but it was supposed to be early of the month.  I had bought a 'selendang' from Cambodia and cloth for 'Jubah' to be  wore on Hari raya soon.  My sister was really sad, she just went out to buy some 'kuih' for her.  After she came back, my mother had told her that our grandmother just had her last breath.  She was crying crazyly while spoken to me.

 

It always like that.  God will make us to regret of delaying to do good things so that we would remember them for ever.

 

To my grandmother, Al Fatihah for you, may God will place you among the solehah and the same place with His loved ones.  I love you grandmother and will never miss Al-Fatihah for you.  Send my regards to Grandfather, Granduncle and Grandauntie (your siblings) and your son (my uncle).  Bye Grandma, see you there...we will always love you.

 

 

 

We felt very pleasure to Rusian Market at that time.  The condition was so peaceful and we were really enjoyed.  Friend and I just sitting in the Tuk-Tuk, at that time the weather was not so hot, it was just windy.  I wore a sling beg and friend brought her small backpack.  She was busy with her camera while listening to the Discman.  I was looking around.  I told my friend not to play with camera and Discman again worry if people just grab it from her hand.  Then she put it in her beg and she just let the beg on her lap while dreaming.  I also was dreaming at that time. 

 

There were so many cars and motorcycle at that time.  My friend was sitting facing the road and I was in front her.  While dreaming of ‘goreng pisang’ and ‘teh o’ ais’, suddenly a motorcycle came closer and grabbed her beg.  I was looking at the beg slowly moved from her hand.  After a few second we just realized that someone has had taken her beg. My friend was shocked and I was speechless.  I didn’t know what to say, and couldn’t describe how was my feeling at that time.  We just didn’t know what to say.  My friend was crying but speechless.  I was truly shocked.  That would be my first time looking at the tragedy.  Before this I just heard it from News but never happened in front of my eyes.

 

I didn’t know how to comfort my friend.  She was crying all along the way to Police Station.  The Tuk-Tuk rider had brought us to the nearest Police Station.  He was also speechless.  No one managed to say anything.  Both of us never experienced the same before.

 

We arrived at one place.  At that time, I taught it must be a Tuk-Tuk Station because the place looked alike a workshop.  When the Tuk-Tuk rider brought us inside the place, we saw a half naked man was sleeping on the bed.  The place was smelled badly.  Then one person came in with unknown uniform.  Was this a policeman as it was supposed to be?  My friend was keep crying.  I was also wanted to cry when looking at the place.  At that time we couldn’t trust anyone, scared if we were being cheated again.  The policeman with walkie-talkie was keep-busying taking to our Tuk-Tuk rider.  They communicated in Khmer.  I didn’t understand.  I believed they talked about the location that my friend was being snatched.  After 30 mins, there were a group of policemen.  The sound was so busy and noisy but none of us know what they were doing.  What happen? Were they discussing about our case or just chit chatting about something else.  At that time I was really missed my country very much.  Looking at the place like a hen house.  Some more the scary faces of the policemen.  The sleeping man was still on the bed while his leg facing our face.  Huh…I couldn’t turn my head to him.  Worry if mistakenly looking at the private part.  Oppsss…

 

After another 30 mins, there was another policeman, which I believe ‘somebody’ among them (Maybe!).  He asked us to enter one room.  Aiseh…I refused to go in.  What’s inside?  The door looked so old, the wall looked like a cave.  We have no choice, our Tuk-Tuk driver also went in and nobody was outside.  In that room, there’s an office and a desk with full of papers scattered on.  The policeman offered us a seat.  We sat down, after a while again one-by-one was keep coming to the room.  Everyone came in, our Tuk-Tuk rider have to start telling the story all over again.  I think he had told more than 5 times about the same story.  Then I taught the policeman understood.  He asked us again from the beginning, how it was happened.  We were sweating, no fan or air-cond in that room.  I started to tell them, and again, they couldn’t understand English.  Ohh Goshh…  I was again talked to our Tuk-Tuk rider, and he translated every single word from my mouth.  The policeman gave me a piece of paper that stated “Police Report”.  I started writing the same story including what my friend had been missing.  My friend at that time was imbalanced so I helped her.  The report was sound like this:-

 

My black backpack has been snatched by a two young Cambodian motorist.  It’s happen in our way to Rusian Market by a Tuk-Tuk.  The location was happened on the road that near the traffic light. The beg contained Malaysian Passport, 200USD, a Sony Discman, few CDs, a Sony Digi-Cam, car key, house key and hotel room key.

 

After I wrote the report, we were allowed to comeback to our hotel.  I requested for a copy of the report.  I know the procedure.  Before this I have had handled few cases that required me to work together with Police.  A copy of police report must be kept by the victims because the report can be used for further action such as insurance, registration body and for Malaysia Royal Police.  The problem was, the policemen refused to give us the copy.  He said the report was so confidential.  Hmm…what a rubbish!!

 

We went back to our hotel.  Along the way we were thinking what we should do next because my friend had no passport.  How to go back to Malaysia.  My friend was thinking about money.  She needed to buy something before she came back home because this would be our first and last visited Cambodia.  No more after this.  So she didn’t want to waste our vacation that scheduled to be one week.  Along the way, she decided to change the men shirt and decided to go back to Rusian Market.  The Tuk-Tuk rider was so surprised because we still have shopping spirit.  My friend didn’t want to spoil my mood and was pretending to be ok.  I understood, I was supposed to be crazy if I still have holiday mood.  My mind was thinking about her passport.  If she couldn’t get back to Malaysia, I couldn’t let her alone in Cambodia.  We came here together and went back also must be together.  We have nobody in Cambodia, I really couldn’t let her alone to handle the situation.  Moreover, I have experienced travel alone before.  I tried to build up all my energies.  Everybody has said, I can survive in anywhere, no matter what happen.  So I have to proof that I can help them.  That the spirit that helped me to stand and helped my friend.  I think I had much worry that her anyway because she could still think about ‘lace’.  At that time I had no mood to do shopping, just think what we should do next.

 

After we came back from the Rusian Market we decided to return to our hotel.  My friend was thinking to get Cyber Café to contact our friend that will be coming on the next day.  I said beside our hotel also had a Cyber Café.  Then we kept our belonging in the hotel room and straight away to the CC.  She logged-in to her Yahoo Messenger and chat with some of her colleagues.  My friend asked our friend to bring some money from a money pot in her room.  She asked to change RM700 so that she could buy some laces.  Our friend was shocked that she had been snatched and a bit scared to come over I guess.  One of my friend colleague was asking about the stuff that been stolen.  She had mentioned one-by-one.  Suddenly that person asking about our hotel room key.  Both of us were shocked, we didn’t expect to think such way.  He had told that, one of his friend’s friend had been snatched by someone also, then the culprit got their hotel room key.  On the night itself, a group of culprit came over to the room.  At that time, the guy went somewhere looking for something and left the girlfriend alone in the room.  The girl had open the door and being raped by a group of them and grab all the valuable things that they had.  That’s what the colleagues concerned and suggested us to take extra care.  We were again speechless.  We immediately stop the conversation and tried to think something extraordinary that we could do to safe our life in here.  We felt insecure in everywhere.  My mind was thinking about Malaysia.  I really didn’t have mood to continue our vacation but our flight ticket was scheduled on the next week.  Not to forget today was only the second day of our vacation.  Suddenly there’s a light bulb on my head.  I was thinking to contact our embassy in Cambodia.  We did some research and tried to find the address and contact person in Malaysia Embassy.  Than we found it and ran to our hotel to call the number.  My friend had called the number and she was talking to a lady in Malaysia Embassy.  Before that we was thinking, was our situation serious enough to see Embassy because we never had such experience so far, but what I know the only way we could go back to Malaysia was through our embassy.  My friend didn’t have a passport.  How could she get back to Malaysia.  My friend was talking with a lady named Puan Umi.  She was our third Secretary in Malaysia Embassy.  She did ask us to come to embassy to meet her.  How nice she was.  Then we have to packed our beg and ran away.  The problem was, we were scared if the culprit already in our room.  Aiseh… what should we do.  We asked the receptionist to accompany us to the room.  He was so surprised. He himself couldn’t understand what had happened.  We were looked so worry.  At first he refused to let us go because we still need to pay full amount even we haven’t stayed in the room yet but my friend said its okay because she didn’t want to wait anymore.  The receptionist asked his assistant to accompany us to the room.  We were quickly packed our belongings.  We just shopping, of course there was so many plastic begs and we just carried it just like illegal Indonesian maid.  We took a cab nearby and speed to Malaysia Embassy.

 

After few minutes we had reached right in front our Embassy.  Oh my God, I felt so secure because we could see Malaysian again.  I was thinking I would die here with the Cambodian bury me near the Pol Pot.  Ohh…no…!

 

We had been welcome with a very friendly guard.  Welcome home…!

 

We with >20kg weighted beg had walked inside the place.  Wow…got Mercedes over there.  Must be belonged to our Ambassador. Walla…. we could see ambassador!!! Such a great experience.  We had forgotten about the snatch thingy.  We were so happy actually.  Hehehe…

 

We went in the building and have been welcomed by Puan Umi.  She looked professional for us.  We have seated and my friend started her ‘story-telling’ session again so that Puan Umi could know our real situation.  She was so helpful.  At that time my friends didn’t has any cents and only hope to me.  I was only had 200USD.  Yes I could support her until 27^th just for accommodation and food.  So our life there would only be waited for the day we should back home.  Not a vacation that we did expected.  Puan Umi concerned about our phobia and worry to stay anywhere and we did ask her some opinions.

 

Suddenly our Ambassador came in and asked what has happened.  Then he just leaned on the door while talking to Puan Umi.  He said, he just heard that one Malaysian has been snatched.  Then he said it must be us.  He also heard that news and looked so concerned.  He asked Puan Umi to call En Isaaz from Holiday and suggested us to stay there.  He said that is our hotel, meant Malaysia’s hotel.  So we could be secured to stay there.  Then Puan Umi directly called En. Isaaz and asked for the room rate.  The funny thing was they requested for ‘kesian rate’.  Hahahaha…Yalor…because my friend didn’t have money and only me left for her to hope.  I have to double my expenses and still hoped for a cheap and safe accommodation.  After the negotiation between Puan Umi and En. Isaaz, Puan Umi said En.Isaaz agreed with 40USD instead of 45USD the normal rate.  We were shocked, because we didn’t expect to stay in 3-4 stars hotel.  With money we had we only could afford to stay in budget hotel but not the 40USD rate per night.  I only had 200USD.  We had 4 days to stay there.  Meant 40USDx4 days=160USD and only left 40USD to survived?

 

Then the Ambassador left the room and went back home. Puan Umi only could say that she could only suggested but its up to us to decide because we wanted to be safe.  At last I said its okay, maybe our friend will be coming tomorrow could help.  When we wanted to go to Holiday Villa, we was thinking how could we bring all the begs by taking Tuk-Tuk again.  We could be snatched again.  We were so phobia and had thought any possibilities that it could be happened again. Then Puan Umi said, its better if we just brought clothes to wear for tonight and tomorrow because she had promised to fetch us to the Tourist Police tomorrow.  So we could collect all the begs by tomorrow morning.  My friend and I had selected a pair of clothes and toiletries.  For me definitely I could not live without complete stuff.  Even though I can collect all my stuff by tomorrow morning, but I need to bring 2 begs for only a night stay.

 

We walked to the gate while thinking how could we go to Holiday by ourselves.  We did not know and scared if we were being cheated again.  When we were near the gate suddenly our Ambassador car stopped beside us and asked to be careful with the beg I brought.  He just by-bye and left the building.  We walked to the main road and blank.  We didn’t know what to do.  The spirit just not liked what we had when we were on the first day.  Everything we could do, no matter what.  But on the second day, everything turned to a nightmare and we were unable to be independent anymore.  We reached at the main road and just looking at the road and the police.  There were many police, because that area was the embassy area.  We were scared, many motordob stopped near us but we just gave ‘no feeling’ face impression.

 

We turned back to the embassy, so that we could ask the guard how to get a cab or any safe transportation to Holiday Villa.  There was a boy talking to Puan Umi.  I was thinking maybe he had found us, the unstable ladies at the roadside.  Then he asked one of the motordob to send us to Holiday Villa.  He said, this rider was his personal rider so we could trust him.  The boy had spoken in malay with the rider and had given him the hotel direction.  We were so shocked the motordob rider could understand malay.  The motordob had brought us away after that and I managed to ask the boy, was he Puan Umi son and he just nodded.  Thanks good boy!

 

Along the way, the motordob rider had lost.  He could not remember the direction and stop at the Holiday International Hotel.  The hotel was big.  Then my friend said, that was not the hotel.  The hotel supposed to be Holiday Villa.  Then a group of motordob came near us.  We were so scared, worried if they wanted to grab our beg (sorry for our trauma anyway).  Then they communicated with our rider and gave some direction to him.  Then he started the engine and slowly moved and some of them were following us.  Aiseh…I was at the back and could see them.  Did this people plan to do anything?  Why were they following us?  Along the road, I was hugging tightly my beg, worry if people could grab it and we could become ‘papa kedana’.  Then I saw Holiday Villa from far.  Wahh…I was feeling so safe.  We could see Malaysian.  Wow…but would they greet and welcome us as a victim of the crime?  We paid the rider 2USD to send us in here.  We walked to the hotel with face dusty.  I would also worry; does the hotel could recognize me as Malaysian or Cambodian?  We brought the beg-in like an Indonesian maid again. 

 

I was walked to the counter and wanted to check-in.  Suddenly I felt a shadow of a tall man was behind me.  Aisehman…I turned my head to the back and saw a vary serious man with a smile and said hello…!  I said hi…and I was feeling pleasure like at home.  He’s a malay man.  Could not believe it.  Malaysian in Phnom Penh hotel.  When we were in the embassy we thought that En. Isaaz was a Cambodian.  I didn’t expect to see any Malaysian wanted to work in Cambodia, such a poor country anyway.  Then he asked, who was the victim and I showed my friend.  He welcomed my friend and have a little chat at the sofa and again my friend started the ‘storytelling’ session.  He was so charismatic and etiquette maybe because he had been working with hotel in many years.  After we asked for released, we wanted to take shower because we were so dirty and dusty.  I could think the Manager could also think the same.

 

Our room number in Holiday Villa was 409.  We went in to the room and yelled.  Walla…we could stay at the nice hotel.  The room was so pleasant.  I was remember of my audit last time.

 

My friend wanted to access internet to have a chat with our friend and I had followed him to the downstairs again.  Inside the room there was only a computer and we could use that computer to access internet.  We shared to have 30mins each so that we could utilize it for an hour.  An hour rate there was 2USD. Equivalent for RM7.  Very expensive.  We were dreaming to have a nice dinner in Holiday Villa but didn’t have extra money.  We have to budget our expenses and food was the last choice to be spent.  Moreover I didn’t have appetite and I didn’t know why.  When we were talking about food suddenly Mr. Isaaz came in and offered us to have dinner with him.  He said, “Do you guys wanted to join our dinner?”  At that I was thinking, ‘our’?  Who was ‘our’ anyway?  I didn’t think that the dinner was only for us; it must be with somebody else also.  We just nodded and he said maybe we could meet up at 8pm.  I said we needed to come back to our room to pray and shower.  He said its okay maybe at 8.30pm.  Then we just said okay.  After Mr. Isaaz left we were laughing because our dreaming to have delicious food came true.

 

We went upstairs and dressed-up.  8.30pm we went to the coffeehouse and saw Mr.Isaaz was already there and sitting alone.  I wondered, I thought it must be few people to join us.  The table was for 6 people and also the plates but there were only him.  After a while, one man came near and greeted us.  He just directly opened-up the snatching story.  I was expected it must be Mr. Isaaz had intro him the story but he just quiet anyway, couldn’t really know that he was actually a quite man.  Mr. Isaaz was wearing an Adidas jersey and Mr Zaiharin with Petronas Collar Shirt.  They were looked like a steady and well-educated man.  At that time, we were thinking Mr Zaiharin also must be ‘somebody’.  Mr. Zaiharin was asking my friend details such as which company she has been belonged to and he just chuckled.  Suddenly he flied over a name card to my friend.  We were surprised, yes, he is ‘somebody’.  He is a Petronas Cambodia MD/CEO and has been in Cambodia for 4 years.  Mr Isaaz also has been here since 4 years ago.  They had been known each other since they were here.  I was impressed looking at them.  Both of them were very well thought, manners and friendly.  They said, they were just likes a family.  Only few Malaysian in Cambodia and they should close to each other.  They were so different to me.  My job as an auditor has exposed me to have coffee with this type of people.  Men with money, man with rank, man with power and many more.  I have to seat and discuss with them about the current issue and many corporate thingy.  But some of them were misbehaved and some of them also very professional.  Mr Isaaz and Mr Zaiharin were so polite and professional.  We had talked about Malaysia issue, for example about petrol, sugar, politic and many outstanding issues.  Wow, it was great, I like to have such discussion with very experienced people.  We had dinner with Kari Kepala Ikan, Vegetable and Chicken Wings.  My friend was so full of appetite but I still have no mood to eat, how sad.  I didn’t know why I did not have appetite, my stomach was empty but I didn’t feel hungry.  I just ate very little but drank plenty of water.  Then we have desert with tropical fruit.  Wow I could see rambutan.  I like rambutan very much.  In KL also hard to find rambutan, but now they served rambutan in front me.  I was taking rambutan with full of confident.  Suddenly I saw maggot. Uuweekkk…I disgorged.  Mr Isaaz saw it and so Mr Zaiharin.  Mr. Isaaz was looking at me.  I said, eheheh…got ulat la.  While smiling like maggot also.  Then we had coffee and suddenly there’s another man came in and joined us.  He looked so surprised looking at us.  Maybe he didn’t expect to see Malaysian with them.  Mr Zaiharin introduced him to us.  His name was En. Jubli.  Suddenly our conversation turned to different stories.  He had brought serious issues and we just continued chatting about current issues.  I found that his was from somewhere in North Malaysia; Kedah or Penang because he had very thick North tongue and attractive.  Three of them must be around early 40s and very successful but I didn’t know En.Jubli designation, because he never introduced himself to us and still looked so surprised about our existence.  In the middle of our conversation, suddenly Mr Zaiharin asked where we were from and my friend mentioned that she’s from Kuantan and I was from Penang.  Suddenly En.Jubli was saying, ohh… weirdly and Mr Zaiharin face turned black.  He was looking at En. Isaaz.  He said, you were from Penang, just now we talked something bad about Penang and you just laughed.  I was confused because I was sleepy actually and did not really concentrate on their jokes to each other.  I felt comfortable because I noticed that En.Jubli also was from there.  Then I just response blindly by saying, I was supposed not to say from Penang actually because of the jokes.  Actually I did not know what they had been talking about Penang.  I felt no heart feeling.  I felt very comfortable as what I said they were so professional.  Anyway, I don’t mind it was just a small matter.  To En.Isaaz, En Zaiharin and En Jubli, I don’t mind anything; it was just a pleasure to have dinner with three of you.  Thanks for spending your times with us.

 

At 11pm, I was giving my friend a hint that I was so sleepy and wanted to back to our room but my friend refused.  She still wanted to be here.  They keep talking and joking but I was really laloq.  Couldn’t concentrate at all.  Around 1.30am my friend said she was sleepy and we decided to leave.  I was saying nice meeting with you guys and see again.  They were just looking to each other.  Maybe they were still thinking that I was feeling sad with what they had said and again I confused.  I didn’t know what made them thought that I must me disappointed with them.  I was walked away with confused feeling and we had slept tightly at 2am.

 

NEXT: DAY 3

 

 NaD

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday, I had MC for a half day because I got flue and sore throat.  Then I decided to do my driving practice earlier than what I planned.  I stop at LRT Cempaka at 2pm, and my ‘cikgu’ picked me up at around 3pm with a two young teenagers (boys).  During the journey to Ulu Langat, I had seen this two boys joking and chatting funnily with my ‘cikgu’.  My ‘cikgu’ is around late 30s.  I could see the way how these two boys interact with my ‘cikgu’.  If you could see their appearance, you could think that they are a bad boy.  But the way how they greet me with their conceit language has brought me to think, how true is the idiom, ‘Don’t Just the Book by It’s Cover.  This two boys, had accompanied me to see my driving.  They were so nice. Hope God will bless you, young man!. 

 

This things also made me think of my ex-officemate.  She was grown up in the UK since she was secondary school and she has purely western style.  She also feels no shame with her habits and attitude.  For her, drunk and smoke, have no matter in this country that full of culture and heritage.  Of course such a person would make people think that she is a bad person.  Especially she is a girl and Muslim.  Muslim is really against her follower not to drink and advised not to smoke because these two things would bring you to have a bad health. At that time she was getting married, and she simply ask me how to be a good muslim.  Because she knows, she has to pray and change her lifestyle when she becomes a wife.  She has a well-mannered attitude especially in front elderly.  I could see she was really has a respect towards people.  They way how she greet my parent and they way how she communicate with her parent.  She was a soft-spoken person that we would think only good manner and well-educated person only have such attitude.

 

Another case, was when Penang had curfew because of a small war between Hindus and Muslim.  Hindus wanted to burn Mosque and Muslim had to defend their House of God.  This started when a temple nearby, had a religion prayer and sound the bell that make Muslim think, the wedding they had on that day would had a bad luck.  Same like when you open a restaurant near the coffin shop.  Some believe, that would bring a bad Fung Shui.  So both religions had face-to-face with full-armed to have a fight.  What I heard from people nearby and from newspaper, the two groups was among the ‘Bohjan’, ‘Mat Rempit’ and drug addict.  The religious group had run away and leaves the temple/house.  Before this the two groups, had been a ‘sampah masyarakat’ for those religious people nearby.  But when the thing happen that they need to protect their temple/house, the religious people had gone right away and the ‘sampah masyrakat’ had defend the temple/house that supposing the religious people should do.

 

I said this not to encourage some people to be a good person but to change people perception.  You can see I have many group of friend from different religion, attitude, races and lifestyle.

 

I humbly consider my self a well-educated and mannered person and of course, I am among the same background with some groups of friends.  I could see the different between the well-educated and mannered (A) people and not-so-well-educated and mannered (B) people.  The group (A) people have difficulty in understand and respect people because they taught they are a well-thought and will never make a mistake person and always think that the branded covered person is a good person instead of the messy people that always troublesome.  But the idiom has proofed that nobody is perfect.  Which group that you are belong to???

 

 

NaD

 

This blog is displayed as an English-version blog just to make readable for my other non-malay speaking fellows.  As you may notice, the English usage here is not well versed but it won’t stop me to use it, will keep improving it timely. I like to communicate with many races.  To be waiting for being a 25 years old girl. I have seen many type of people and it really change me to be a well-balanced minded with a high level of self-confidence person.  It is really useful when it comes to deal with somebody.  You will know wut kind of things you can bring forward to get people attention.  During interview for a job (useful for undergraduate!) wut I know Chinese likes somebody who really confidence and relax,  Malay always play with instinct, try to read wut’s behind in every taught, Indian, like to see your respond with +ve feedback from them and evaluate based on how you treat them, English will treat you nicely and give you confidence that you’re lucky on that day but you’re not entitle for the job actually. 

 

I like to watch “Mind Your Language” the English teacher, named Mr Brown has a headache with his various background students, from France, China, India, and many more that have English as a second language.  This drama series really show how important is English in daily life.

 

My concern here is how English really affect human life in the other way around.  There are two types of English user, one who is really has English background and another is ‘jes found’ English.  I have idolized three person who are really good users.  Let me name them: -

(1)   Shafizan – I was a team member for some assignment, I jes knew that she’s fluent in English when she did the presentation.  The reason why I really surprised was becoz, she never show that she was better than somebody else and never look down on anybody.  She never shows off that she has a better English tongue compared to her friends.  She was also simple and never shy to admit that she was truly a pure malay taste and tounge and now she is a lecturer in a prestigious college. 

(2)   Ida – She was my officemate.  I was closed with her at that time.  She really a nice person.  I know she has a very far different lifestyle compared to me, too western.  But she is naturally western not pretending to be modern or up-to-date.  She was migrated to United Kingdom when she was 15 and stayed there until completing her degree.  So overall she has 8 years in UK.  She always talked about Malay artist, that I was really shock, I taught she also shy to talk about local product like some people, but she was really happened to talk about it.  She admitted that she was from Kelantan and always praised me by saying that I was lucky that I was from Penang.  For her Penang is more modern and well-developed state compared to her that from Kelantan.  We had our lunch at many luxurious places during her tenured and always kept saying that I am modern and never look ‘kuno’ in such places.  I was wondering at that time, was she really from UK before?? 

(3)   Didi – She was my course mate.  I know that she is a regular English user.  Yes she is good in communication, I always feel impress with her.  She kind of natural English user.  Whoever friend or wanted to talk to her will automatically change their tongue to follow her style, yeah…everybody wishes to have that gifted tongue.  She’s jes relaxed but pity to the rest who taught that they are as good as hers.

 

These only three person that I would give standing ovation.  They are really natural English user, the rest not good enuff but keep it up yeah.  The evaluation was done based on my wish.  I wish to be like them, natural and not acting.  They only use English when communicate to non-Malay.  To Malay, they will use Malay language, isn’t that good, you speak malay with Malay people and at the same time that Malay people try to showing off that they are modern and western, dunno how to speak Malay in proper but actually English-broken.  Then that Malay people found that you speak with a British slang with your non-Malay friends.  Wut would they be at that time?  I have found so many people like this, but to few like three of them.  I would summarize that, the truly English user is actually feel its normal to speak English becoz they originally from English surrounding for example like English people, do they need to feel proud that they are English-speaking people?  But to the rest who ‘jes found’ English and jes realized that English would give them pride they will show that they are actually a true English user, modern, western taste and tongue by mistakenly over acting in front people.  You can see the different between the truly English user and the ‘jes found’ English user.  We should feel embarrass if we wanted to show that we are master in English and modern person but at the same time people who are a truly English user out there are laughing with your broken English. 

 

So, friends (three person above only) how is my English today?  Broken??? Ahahahahah……thanks dude, you guys really open-up my eyes.

 

 NaD