Turning 30 was easier than i expected (although i was rather anxious the day before. Haha) but waking up like its just another day, dont make me feel any different about it. I kinda like my age right now, the number is ‘even’ now haha!
Just a little tip, whenever you turn older, go meet someone older than you and ask them about their experience in life haha! For some reason, i felt a bit calmer when i hear about other peoples experience in achieving their life, the choices they make, the things they do, and how they started their career and reach where they are now, makes you feel like we have more to look forward to than the things that is holding us back in the past. Hehe thanks you know who you are 😉
My life has been a long detours and rollercoaster ride, thanks to all my ups and downs, pauses and stops ive had to face for the past 30 years, that brought me to where i am. Who i am today were because of the past experience i go through, our experiences and mistakes in life is preparing us to be who we are today. And at least, other than a lesson learned, some made into a good story i sometimes share with selected few and had a good laugh of the things that happened in the past. My life have become more interesting thanks to it!
Alhamdulillah for the past 30 years, and insyAllah to the years to come. May Allah swt continue to give us more time to learn and become a better person everyday and contribute back to people around us for as long as Allah swt have written for us. Thank you again for the wishes and prayers, may Allah swt grant your prayers and reward you with what is best for you too!
And alhamdulillah to everyone who came into my life, whether or not they stay or not, thank you for being part of the chapters in my life. It has been a wonderful journey and i look forward for whatever lesson and experience that has been written for me! To reach 30 years old is also rezeki. Okayyyy….😉
“So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?” (Ar Rahman, 55:33)
For someone who is thin, I find it rather offensive sometimes when people point out how thin I am. Its not like I was hurt by it, but I feel uncomfortable when people keep saying how thin I am as if there’s something wrong with me.
I am perfectly happy with my body, and have no problem with it. I am happy that I dont have to worry about gaining weight, though i do try to eat healthily.
I am not on diet, I dont have anorexia, I am just thin. That’s all. Everyone were born with their own size & body shape, but so can we just stop stereotyping on each other?
Just because no one is saying anything about it doesn’t mean its okay to say that to a person who is not your kind of ‘normal’. What’s normal to you may not be normal to others. And ‘normalizing’ this isn’t going to stop people from saying stuffs at you, so speak up and tell people that its not okay.
I was looking at fb a year in review, and thanks to the memories function we were constantly reminded of the things we do in the past few year. Some was good, some wasnt, some was happy memories, some was sad. But life goes on. With pr without you. It does.
I must say, taking a break – a gap year – whatever you want to call it. Has been a journey within that ive been fortunate to explore on. It wasnt easy to resist that feeling like i was somewhat left behind from the rest of my friends who has probably have a decent job, family and children of their own.
All the things that i thought i would be doing by 30 turned upside down and im still figuring out my life was. I made the decision and stick to it, i dont want to look back for the life i choose not to continue my life as. Refusing to participate from such competition, probably the best choice ive made, i wasnt a ‘good runner’ anyway, so i always needed that short breaks and get distracted by the flowers and things along the way.
Even if i were to go for a hiking, i would need a month or so to build up my stamina before i actually go on a hike. But im glad that at every hike i made (well three sorta), i can always find some friends to go with together. If the previous year, i learnt how to wall climb, and learn to ‘fall’, this year was probably about hiking my way up. God knows, how long it will take me to get there. But i hope when i do, i still have some friends with me to enjoy the view and family to go home to.
Which brings me to the part where this is the year, where you learn that as long as you have a family and a few good friends you to support you, everything else is secondary. Even the opinions of negative people wont matter much to you. Because you also realize that peace is better than trying to prove yourself right (even if you are right, you might still be wrong for others) Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but its up to us to accept these opinions. Unless we allow ourselves to be effected by whatever people think of you, then we will always be their prisoner. Still, words do hurt. So choose your word wisely.
Every year, we will either lose friends or gain friends, and sometimes we would bump into them, saying hi and go on separate ways without keeping in touch with each other. And its okay to not want these people back into our life. It wouldnt work out anyway if we kept them in our life. We dont have to hold grudge or anything, just simply let go and be happy for each others life. Some things arent meant to be, friends can also break your heart, but you dont have to break theirs by being mean etc. Being nice is rare nowadays, be that person because some day, someone nice will come along and treat you like you deserve.
This year, i decided to share a little bit of my writings, it was rather scary at first since like everyone else, theres a lot of fears and doubts along the way that i had to battled with. But, im glad to see the response i get from some of you who have been supporting me (including my own family). Honestly it took me years to gather this courage to write down what i feel instead of keeping it away in a private blog or not at all. And a lot of grammatical error haha! So, i learn that, sometimes you cant keep on hiding what you have always enjoyed doing or naturally do, because it will show up sooner or later. I dont consider myself talented, as imposter-syndrome would crept up, but my point is, there will come a point in our life where you have to share that talent of yours and the things you are good at, because someone might be looking for the skill and knowledge you have from places or people you will never expect. Who knows, it might be that dream job you have always wanted but never thought could come true. Or at least do it for your own personal goals. To be better than you were yesterday is at least the competition you can win every day. But dont be too hard in yourself that you start to put too much pressure on yourself and your own crazy expectations that you forgot about what really matters in life. You!
No one really know where they are going, or figure out what they gonna do right away. So its okay to not have everything figure out, life is a constant change, everything is temporary even your bad days. Learn to see the good in everything around us and be happy with whatever comes. Be happy, be sad, be angry, be weird, be who you are because we are human beings. Feel every emotions, embrace your shortcomings, acknowledge your worth, value yourself and love who you are. Its okay to not be okay but its not okay, to pretend that everythings okay. Get help, get a friend, get your parents , and reach out to those you are most comfortable to confide what troubles you. And if you cant find any of them, you can always turn within and find God. Because its in these moments that you are most vulnerable and need strength from God to lend you these strength. When your empty, other things will fill up the space but nothing will ever suffice until we ask from The One who suffice us. Say, hasbunallahwanikmalwakil (Allah swt is enough for me).
And as the matter of heart goes, i am content that i should cherish my single life because there will be no other time than now where i am happy to be at, though does not mean i hate marriage (i was raised by a very strong married couple whose reading this post lol!) What i mean to say is that, im using this time to focus on my own self development and life as it is. Just keep on praying for what is best for me, and insyAllah, whoever written for me will arrive when the time is right . But until then, im just gonna chill and enjoy this journey.
Alhamdulillah for this year. Insyallah for next year. May Allah swt bless all of you with whatever best for all of us. Amin.
Sepanjang berada di Capetown, saya banyak mendapat undangan makan ke rumah orang Melayu disini yang sangat berminat duntuk mengetahui budaya orang Melayu dari kepulauan Melayu khususnya Malaysia dan Indonesia. Hal ini kerana, tidak ramai orang Melayu disini yang dapat melawat tanah asal datuk dan moyang mereka. Oleh itu, setiap kali ada orang Melayu yang datang ke Capetown, host saya,Abdullah Waggie akan menjemput datang ke rumahnya. Abdullah sendiri sejak kecil akan menjemput ramai orang Melayu ke rumah ayahnya semasa kecil. Ayahnya, sentiasa akan membawa pelaut yang datang dari Nusantara untuk tinggal dan makan dirumahnya sebelum meneruskan pelayaran mereka. Ada kisah yang menarik mengenai Abdullah yang akan saya kongsi di post yang akan datang.
(Throughout my stay in Capetown, I was invited to a lot of Malay house here who is interested to know about the Malay culture from the Malay archipelagos especially Malaysia & Indonesia. Since that many Malays here do not get much chance or afford to revisit their ancestors homeland, so every time there is Malays who visits Capetown, my host will welcome to his home. Since he was young , his father’s will ask him to invite the Malay sailors to his house and stay for a few days before they continue their sail. There is an interesting story about Abdullah that I will share in my upcoming post.)
Untuk post kali ini, saya akan berkongsi mengenai makanan orang Melayu disini. Anda mungkin tertanya-tanya apakah makanan Melayu yang masih dimakan oleh orang Melayu disini? Seperti yang saya ceritakan di bahagian 2, makanan orang Melayu telah banyak disesuaikan dengan cita rasa ‘Tuan’ mereka semasa bekerja sebagai tukang masak di rumah penjajah Belanda dan British. Oleh itu, walaupun nama masakan mungkin Melayu, namun rasanya agak berbeza dari yang kita biasa makan.
(For this post, I would like to share about the Malay food’s here. You might be wondering whether the Malays here still eats Malay food like us? As I mentioned previously in part 2, the Malays food have been modified to suit the taste of their ‘Masters’ while working as a cook in the colonial house like Dutch and British. Therefore, even though the name might sound Malay but the taste have slightly changed from we we normally have.)
Hal ini kerana, orang putih tidak makan makanan yang terlalu pedas, jadi banyak bahan dalam masakan digantikan dengan bahan yang masam atau manis. Antara beberapa jenis masakan yang sempat saya rasa ialah
(This is because, the Whites don’t eat spicy food, so a lot of the ingredients have been replaced with sour or sweet ingredient. Among the type of food that I had the chance to taste was:)
Blantjang (Belacan), ia dibuat daripada Jem Apricot, cili, dan cuka
(Made of Apricot jam, chilli and vinegar.)
Sambal, cara membuatnya seakan sambal asam, iaitu bawang, tomato, timun dan cuka.
(the way they make it is like our sambal asam, which is, onions, tomato, cucumber and vinegar)
Koesister, rasanya seperti cakoi yang diadun bersama serbu kayu manis, dan disalut air gula sebelum ditabur dengan kelapa parut. Koesister atau ‘kuih’ sister merupakan kuih yang sering dimakan oleh orang Melayu disini. Ia sering dihidangkan semasa hari ‘Lebarang’ @ hari Raya atau kenduri kahwin mahupun hari biasa terutamanya di hujung minggu dimana ramai ahli keluarga orang Melayu akan berkumpul dan melawat keluarga mereka.
(…it taste like cakoi mixed with cinnamon powder and glazed with melted sugar before it is sprinkled with coconut. Koesister or ‘kuih’ sister is a delicacies that the Malays normally eats here. It is served during ‘Lebarang’ @ hari raya (Eid) or during weddings and even in normal day usually on the weekends where many of the Malays families gets together and visits their family.)
Frikkadel tidak ubah seperti bergedil, sama ada bergedil daging, atau ikan yang dicampur dengan sedikit tepung.
(…it taste almost like bergedil, either minced meat bergedil or fish with a mix of flour)
Roti, rasanya seperti Roti Canai yang tebal dan besar, tetapi mereka tidak makan dengan kuah dhal. Selain nasi, orang Melayu disini kebanyakkannya makan roti dan jagung sebagai ganti kerana ia adalah makanan yang paling murah dan banyak didapati di sini.
(…tastes like Roti Canai but slightly thick and bigger, but they don’t eat it with Dhal. Other than rice, the Malays here normally have bread or maize to replace rice because it is the cheapest food that is easily available here)
Penangkerrie , atau Kari Penang juga salah satu masakan orang Melayu disini. Saya masih belum berpeluang merasakan masakan ini tetapi ada membaca bahawa mereka memasukkan cuka di dalam masakan, mungkinkah untuk menggantikan asam jawa? Namun, saya sempat merasakan kari ayam yang tidak ubah seperti kari ayam di Malaysia.
(..or Penang curry is also one of the Malay food here. I still haven’t got the chance to taste this dish but I did read that they put vinegar in their curry, perhaps to substitute the Asam Jawa? However, I did get to taste the chicken curry that taste like the one’s in Malaysia.)
‘Yellow rice’ atau Nasi kuning seakan pulut kuning tetapi diganti dengan nasi. Rasanya manis dan agak basah. Kebanyakan nasi di sini memang manis-manis yang dicampur dengan rempah ratus.
(…is like the Pulut Kuning but replaced with rice. It taste sweet and moist. Most of the rice here is a little bit sweet and mixed with spices.)
Achney , rasanya seperti nasi daging, dan cara membuatnya juga menggunakan nasi dan daging serta rempah.
(…tastes like Nasi Daging, and the way they make it also uses rice and meat with a bit of spice.)
Samoosa, orang Melayu disini juga gemar membuat Samosa, ia akan dicicah bersama Blantjang.
(..the Malays here also loves to make Samosa, it is dipped with Blantjang.)
Falooda, ia tidak ubah seperti air bandung yang dicampur dengan sagu, dan sedikit aiskrim. Saya sempat merasakannya semasa kenduri kahwin orang Melayu disini. Oleh kerana perkahwinan campur antara orang Melayu dengan orang India, maka ada juga masakan orang Melayu dipengaruhi oleh masakan India seperti Falooda.
(..taste very much like the Air Bandung, with a bit of Sago and ice cream. I had the chance to taste this drink during a Malay wedding here. Because of the inter-marriage between the Malays and the Indians, so some of the food here have also been influenced by Indian cooking like the Falooda.)
Kebanyakan rumah orang Melayu disini akan menghidangkan air gas atau jus buah kepada tetamunya selain air teh. Jika berkesempatan datang, cubalah teh Rooibos yang merupakan teh yang ditanam di Capetown.
(Most of the Malay houses here will serve carbonated drink or fruit juice to their guests other than tea. If you have the chance to come, do try their Rooibos tea which they grow in Capetown.)
Boentjies (Buncis), masakan ini selalunya dimakan semasa hari pengebumian orang Melayu, ia dibuat daripada kacang merah @ ‘bake beans’, kentang , dan daging kambing atau daging lembu. Menurut host, masakan ini semakin jarang dihidang oleh orang Melayu masa kini dan diganti dengan briyani atau Achney, sandwich dan sebagainya. Namun, beliau menceritakan bahawa terdapat banyak khasiat disebalik masakan ini kerana apabila seseorang muslim itu meninggal, bukan sahaja keluarga yang bersedih akan kematian ahli keluarganya, bahkan komuniti disekeliling keluarga itu yang turut bersedih (jiran tetangga, sahabat handai dsb)
(…this cooking are usually eaten during Malay funerals, it is made of bake beans, potato, lamb or beef meat. According to my host, this dish are now hardly served by the Malays here and replaced with briyani or Achney, sandwiches etc. But, he told me that there’s a lot of benefits behind this cooking because when a muslim pass away, its not just the family who will be grieving but also the community around him also grieves with them (neighbours, friends etc) )
Oleh itu, untuk membawa keluar keluarga tersebut dari kesedihan, penawar yang paling baik ialah melalui makanan. Beliau menyebut tentang hadis Nabi SAW yang mengalakkan umat Islam untuk memberi makan keluarga yang sedang berkabung. Makanan berbentuk kekacang amat bagus untuk menghilangkan rasa ‘depress’ dan sedih seperti Boentjie. Masakan yang dimakan semasa ‘janazah’ atau pengebumian dinamakan ‘Kifayat Kos’, biasanya berasaskan Ertjie (lobak merah), Woraltjie (kacang pea), dan Boentjie (kacang). ‘Jie’ disebut ‘chi’ (kechik) kerana apa saja yang kecil akan ditambah ‘jie’ dibelakang. Ertjie dan Woraltjie pula dicampur bersama dengan nasi.
(Therefore, to bring out the family from sadness, the best cure is through food. He mentions a hadith from Prophet Muhammas SAW that encourages the muslims to give food when a family is grieving. Food in the form of nuts is good to overcome ‘depression’ and sadness like the Boentjie. Food’s served during funeral or ‘janazah’ are called’ kifayat kos’ and normally based on carrots, peas, and baked beans. Jie is pronounced as ‘chi’ (kechik) because anything that is added ‘Jie’ at the back means ‘small’. Ertjie and woraltjie is mixed with rice.)
Ini menunjukkan bahawa orang Melayu masa dahulu amat arif tentang penggunaan makanan dan kaitannya dengan kesihatan kerana di dalam Islam sendiri ada menyebut tentang jenis jenis makanan yang baik untuk kesihatan. Contohnya, jika sedang minum, kita perlu duduk kerana ia bagus untuk buah pinggang kerana buah pinggang akan memproses air dan menghilangkan dahaga. Tetapi jika kita minum sambil berdiri, air tidak dapat disalurkan ke buah pinggang dan terus ke pundi kencing. Beliau turut membaca satu kajian dari Amerika yang mendapati bahwa makanan berbentuk kekacang boleh membantu mengurangkan ‘depression’.
(This shows that the Malays are very knowledgeable in the use of food and its relation with the health because in Islam itself mentions the type of foods that is good for our health. For example, when we drink, we need to sit down because it is good for the kidney. Because, the kidney will proces the water and quench our thirst. But, if we drink when we are standing, the water cannot reach the the kidney but goes straight to the bladder system. He also read a research from America that founds the nuts to be able to help reduce depression.)
Jadi beliau berharap orang Melayu disini dapat kembali mengamalkan masakan ‘Kifayat Kos’ kerana ia baik untuk kesihatan. Dan dapat membantu keluarga yang sedang berkabung untuk keluar dari kesedihan.
(So, he hope that the Malays here can go back to practicing the ‘Kifayat Kos’ as it is beneficial for their health and helps the grieving family to overcome their sadness.)
found a photo of Um during her Phd graduation and then there’s me years later. for my Master graduation. Um received her Phd with 5 kids, and I vividly remember some of her work involving recording countless of tape of our neighbour who used to teach in USM because she have a beautiful voice. During her time, she told me, she had to go to ‘google’ the library one by one, books by book, while I have everything on my finger tips (literally). Way before that her Master thesis would be using typewriter. So I guess the current generation are quite lucky that we don’t have to go through that. Our struggle may be different but the journey is almost the same with different level of patience, motivation and dedication haha. During her Master, she will make sure she finish off everything she needs at the university and focus on us siblings at home (If im not mistaken, Abi was in Malaysia doing his Phd in UKM). So she can only get her PhD way after we are already in our high school. Mom always wanted to be a lecturer since she was in school, but started off as a teacher first, then Maktab lecturer before she was accepted to teach here. Her journey to arrive where she is now started years and years before. I started my study year here in USM back 2006, as a Communication student before majoring in Broadcasting. It was my father’s idea that I take Communication and asked me to go to one of the classes first before i make my decision. I sneaked in one of the lecturer’s class, at the time, it was Dr Zain’s from PR class. I enjoyed it and agreed. I didn’t know much about communication but I tried anyway. By the second year, I chose Broadcasting because it was in between Journalism and Filming. My initial interest was PR but a ‘friend’ convinced me that I am ‘not good enough’ and I believed that I wasn’t. So I chose broadcasting, which is probably the best decision even if I don’t become a film director etc. Because of that choice, I was selected to go for a semester for my exchange in University College Cork, Ireland in European & Post Modern European Cinema. I extended my studies after returning from my exchange programme for a year, also because of an operation due to a sinusitis infection and finally graduated in 2010. When the rest of my friends have graduated and started working, I continued my Master, again after my dad suggested that I could do a research on Dinar Dirham. I made my pre-research before the actual research to see if its ‘researchable’ and refocused it into Community Currency ,by using Gold Dinar Silver Dirham as a case study. It took almost a year to finally know where my research focus on, I changed from Quantitative to Qualitative, changed the location of my study from USM to a market in KL that was using dinar dirham as part of their transaction. And after much procrastination and rollercoasters of motivation and emotional struggle, I finally graduated. I never realize how happy I was until I saw my picture taken by others. In my study year, most of my choice have been influenced by my parents particularly my Abi. But knowing that parents see what their children could be or potentially become. I learn to believe in myself the way others believed in me. That was what I try to remind myself every time I feel like giving up because like any other growing up ‘teenager’ , i didn’t feel that I was good enough. There will always be this voice that keeps you from moving forward. It took me years to realize that I am good enough and started to believe in my own ability. I never tell my parents though about this, but I am lucky that they have always believed in every one of us (siblings). When I did my degree, my father was ‘convinced’ that I will be a scriptwriter or a filmmaker, even if i didn’t lol. When i did my master, he continued to believe in me. Honestly, when my mother asked me what was the reason behind me wanting to give up back then, I realize it was for one thing, believe. I didn’t believe enough that I could do just about anything in the world once I put my mind on it. And when I did, and asked for help from others (which is one of my problem as well, because i also thought that i have to carry this research on my own, instead research is ‘teamwork’ : family and friends support, your supervisor guidance and even the staffs etc)…so i asked for help, from the One who is the Most Helpful, and all the help in the world was given to me that all I can do is thank Allah swt for blessing me with all the people in my world. There was even strangers who helped me to believe again, like the cleaner who talked about his late son who would have been studying in USM but passed away before he could even enrol to USM. And other people who keep on cheering on me, that i started to see how important is a support system. That even if i have graduated, i continued to return the support i receive from others to other people who have not graduated, because i know how it feels to hit rock bottom and struggling to climb out. Remembering that one friend who ‘convinced’ me that I was ‘not good enough’, I thank her the most because it lead me to where I am now. Its a self discovery process but I learn not to listen to what people say and ignore all the negativity or negative people that keeps on bringing me down. I’m not saying that I am immune from hurtful words, but at least i know that i have the power not to allow myself to accept people’s word blindly without evaluating whether or not its true. Now that i have graduated, I am still in the process of sorting my life out, and because of that, I am currently on my gap year or a break (a rare choice here but not in other parts of the world). I worked before this but decided to quit for my own reason and didn’t regret it. Most of the time, helping my parents, some little volunteer research and other times,spend my own time with friends or on my own. But at least, I am happy that I get a chance to spend more time with my family and figure out what i want to do next because i didn’t have much time to reflect about myself and where I want to go from here. Everything was about completing my study but never asked myself what I really want to do and happiest doing it. Perhaps, my delay is His blessings in disguise for it lead me to where I am now. InsyAllah , all will be revealed in good time. Thanks to my parents for understanding and their support. I could never have done it without them 🙂