… just like the word AMOK.
Malays are very good people with very unique, distinct features in politics, culture, and traditions- and there is no other race and no other tribes, comparable to the Malays. I’m proud to be a Malay.
Malays are also famous of some emotional matters. Let’s read this poem. (It is in Malay. Translate it here http://translate.google.com.my)
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
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)
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
~ Usman Awang
AMOK and MELATAH are two Malay words, and both are untranslatable.
In the Oxford Dictionary,
amok /@”mQk/ (also amuck)
· adv. (in phr. run amok) behave uncontrollably and disruptively.
– ORIGIN C17: via Port. amouco, from Malay amok ‘rushing in a frenzy’.
In the Merriam-Webster Dictionary,
noun: a neurotic condition marked by automatic obedience, echolalia, and echopraxia observed especially among the Malayan people.
Let’s talk about our topic, melatah.
Latah is a cultural-bound syndrome among Malays, Eskimos, some Indians. But recently, I discovered that some Sarawakian rural ethnics are also melatah.
Why? Melatah is very contagious, very infectious. Whoever made a person melatah, he/she is prone to have the same syndrome of the victim. The good news is, not all Malays are melatah, and to make someone not melatah to melatah, takes some time.
I am one of them.😛
Still wondering what is melatah? Here’s a video for you.
Notice what they say? “Oh pokok!” “Opocot!” “Oh mak kau!” “Alamak kau jatuh, eeeeeh…!”
That’s the words of melatah. The sudden increase in volume of sound, the sudden saying of any words, sudden insults are then, are some actions of melatah.
Here’s another video:
Yes, melatah is contagious. Just like AIDS, fast-spreading but the effect takes time.
Even men do melatah. No medicine is found for melatah yet!
Melatah is in fact a reflex action. Everyone around a person who melatah, beware. Besides the fun, there is danger waiting.
I’ve found an old women with an impressive melatah. She is my late grandma’s friend. Our family, indeed, most of them are melatah. No matter which gender they are from, yes, melatah is a very contagious syndrome, it will infect everyone.
I’m not insulting anyone but seriously, it is quite fun to make someone melatah, as well, being melatah.
In academia, melatah is still in study, and the status whether it is a syndrome or a mental disease or a mental problem or whatever, is still unknown and melatah is in research right now. The researchers are mainly Malays, which is the origin of melatah itself! There is a film made by Universiti Teknologi MARA (UiTM) students, called “Melatah the Documentary”, and surprisingly, the film won several awards!
In conclusion, melatah is an interesting action, and it is irresistible. Now, shock your friends, and in a little second, “Opocot, mak kau!”
This article is NOT anti-Pro-Mahasiswa, not even an oppressive writing. Honestly, I am neither Pro-Aspirasi nor Pro-Mahasiswa. I am a non-partisan and I do respect both parties as both represents the ‘voices’ of those undergraduates. Hereby, I hope that Pro-Mahasiswa readers won’t be shocked or be too emotional after reading this post.
Hi, Guys! =)
Today, I feel want to be like KAK LEHOT…. who’s wanna join me? Haha…
Today, our topic- MISINTERPRETATION – Part 1 (University Politics).
Malaysians are very prone to misinterpretation. Why? Let’s talk about anything- from business to politics- they always misinterpret things. From my observations, yes, I can confidently say that Malaysians can be easily influenced. I never say that it is a bad thing, indeed it is a right thing if it benefits. Let’s talk a little about politics here.
When I say politics, what will be inside the thought of Malaysians?
Barisan Nasional, the union of 14 political parties that rule the country since Independence
Barisan Nasional, Pakatan Rakyat, PAS-DAP-PKR…………………..
Pakatan Rakyat, the union of 3 political parties that made up the Opposition in the Parliament
Bersih 2.0 rally, elections, who will win, who will lose, democracy, change, Hudud Law…………………
DS Najib Tun Razak, DSAI, Tuan Guru Nik Aziz, Lim Kit Siang…………………..
I didn’t say it is wrong at all. Political parties are all about dimensions of thinking of the Malaysians.
But one thing that make politics dirty- actually the actions of those politicians, even university politicians. I would like to express a disagreement on the amendment of the Section 15(5) University and University Colleges Act (UUCA). According to the amendment, Undergraduates are eligible to support or to be a member of a political party.
Those so-called Pro-Mahasiswa will be the most benefiting. Pro-Mahasiswa is a ‘political party’ established in universities, and most of those are anti-establishment, which means they are good of critics. In University of Malaya, the Undergraduate Parliament consists of 23 Pro-Mahasiswas, 16 are from pro-establishment Penggerak Mahasiswa or GERAK, and 2 non-partisans.
Penggerak Mahasiswa, or GERAK, the Pro-Aspirasi movement in UM
Since the Pro-Mahasiswa reign in UM, I saw that those “Member of Parliaments” didn’t do anything, more than attending university functions, distributing surveys, making nonsense (demonstrations), making a non-workable referendums, and so on. It doesn’t limited to only UM; it is also happened in other universities especially Councils with a majority of Pro-Mahasiswas. Some pro-government bloggers predicted that there is a conspiracy between those Pro-Mahasiswa with the Opposition (Pakatan Rakyat PAS-DAP-PKR).
DON”T BE FOOLISH, DON’T BE STUPID, DON’T BE EASILY INFLUENCED.
YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING. YOU EVEN DID NOT PAYING FOR YOUR PTPTN LOAN YET, THEN YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE UNIVERSITY SYSTEM?
‘RETURN THE AUTONOMY OF UNDERGRADUATES’ -BULLSHIT.
Undergraduates are given the very best- freedom of speech, freedom to study, freedom to make friends and to socialize, freedom to debate… That’s what you call as ‘No Autonomy’? Bullshit.
‘UNDERGRADUATES ARE NOT STUPID’ -TRUE BUT THEY DO APPEAR STUPID.
Demonstrations, and anything alike are the WORST ways to resolve a problem. Dear Undergrads, do you know ‘win-win’? Think of a solution benefiting both parties in a problem. The Government is not your servant. They are the one that enforces the law so that we are doing the right thing. I think your parents taught you about manners, right? What’s our 4th AND 5th Rukun Negara? Oh, yes, I shouldn’t have to mention it- they are clever enough. Maybe they forgot, yeah, I understand… so let’s revise back
KEPERCAYAAN KEPADA TUHAN (BELIEF IN GOD)
KESETIAAN KEPADA RAJA DAN NEGARA (LOYALTY TO THE KING AND THE COUNTRY)
KELUHURAN PERLEMBAGAAN (THE SUPREMACY OF THE CONSTITUTION)
KEDAULATAN UNDANG-UNDANG (THE RULE OF LAW)
KESOPANAN DAN KESUSILAAN (DECENCY AND MORALITY)
Demonstrations (I mean, mass, destructive demonstrations) like Bersih 2.0 violates The Rule of Law and also Morality and Decency.
What do we get from such demonstrations?
NOTHING BUT DESTRUCTION.
On the 23rd December after the Friday Prayers, there should be a demonstration in UM regarding the poor Wi-Fi services in UM.
But what made me shocked is that there was no demonstrators at all. Policemen were aligned in front of the mosque, and the Penggerak Mahasiswa clan hung some banners saying ‘Stop Demonstration In Campus!’. Journalists were waiting then. But, no demonstrations. Why? All the resolutions in the referendum- to ask the Students Affairs Department to return and abolish Wi-Fi fees and to upgrade Wi-Fi services- is already been discussed and yes, it’s over.
I wonder how hard it is for the Members of the Undergraduate Representative Committees especially the Pro-Mahasiswa to spend 3 hours to sit with the Student Affairs Division of UM and talk about it? No demonstrations needed. Just hand in the memorandum or do an on-paper referendum and hand in the results!
And I wonder, for what the course of GTEE 1113 Technical Writing is taught in UM? Do you ever think about those simple things, Pro-Mahasiswas and the representatives? Why can’t you just use what you’ve learned and present it in more professional way? I will respect Pro-Mahasiswas and other representatives if you do that. From that you will show a very good example of an undergraduate- applying good things which you’ve learned- and that’s what Pro-Mahasiswa should be!
Do you need a demonstration?
KEEP UM AND OTHER UNIVERSITIES OUT OF THOSE BULL**** POLITICS!
For undergraduates, you are a grown-up. Don’t think that a problem can only resolved in one way. Think of a softer, kinder but more radical solution.
Next Post: MISINTERPRETATION Part 2- we will talk about students and business.
P.S: Thank you DS Najib Tun Razak for visiting UM just now. And thanks for pinching my belly😀
Prince Righty I
Hi everyone! =)
Today, I don’t feel that good, so I decide to publish an article posted in The Borneo Post, about the popular, sharp-tongued, fast-talking phenomenon named ‘Kak Lehot’. I’m a big fan of her, and I ever posted an issue in her Facebook page. Let’s read this article together.
Reality bites with Kak Lehot
A LOCAL radio station has unleashed a sharp-tongued, quick-talking phenomenon known as Kak Lehot.
Sarawakians who tune in to this particular station will attest to the hilarity, yet very real everyday issues brought up by Kak Lehot over the airwaves through a daily segment called ‘Zon Inggar bersama Kak Lehot’.
For those who do not really understand Bahasa Sarawak, ‘inggar’ basically means ‘menyampah’ in Bahasa Malaysia, and in English, it refers to things that just drive you nuts or up the wall.
Those who have never listened to Kak Lehot’s segment really should. Be warned though, that the segment is entirely in our local Bahasa Sarawak.
Even those of us who think we speak and understand Bahasa Sarawak may have a little trouble following her, as she uses ‘bahasa lama’ with words that are seldom heard these days.
The oomph factor that gets people listening and wanting more from Kak Lehot is how she ‘ngerepak’ (nags and complains) about little things that get to us everyday and eventually offers some words of wisdom in a very ‘Mak Nenek’ (grandmotherly) manner.
The humorous, but cynical way in which she approaches these issues, her unscripted and scolding words literally makes one roll over with laughter.
And yet, it gets us thinking about the reality of human behaviour and idiosyncrasies that we experience daily.
One may even accuse her of being bitchy, but really, one has to have an open mind towards criticism to appreciate the messages that Kak Lehot is trying to convey to the public.
Among the topics that Kak Lehot has given a piece of her mind on over the airwaves are abuse cases, speed demons on the road, those irritating moviegoers, lepak culture, smokers, minah rempit (yes, the female version of mat rempit), snobbishness (Lehot calls these group of people snobby) and the power hungry.
Even those who indulge in karaoke have not escaped Kak Lehot’s sharp tongue.
The Eye especially enjoyed her segments on office politics (about those who go around trying to butter up their bosses) and pengilan or wedding receptions (where guests, ladies namely, try to out-dress and out-accessorise one another).
As for her segment on the power hungry, she hit the nail on the head when she pointed out that there are those who want to head every committee available – despite not having the brains, dedication and actual leadership skills – just for the sake of ‘glamour’ and the feeling of being in power.
But just who is Kak Lehot, really? At this point, she is a faceless character with a distinct voice over the airwaves who brings us daily doses of hard hitting reality in the mornings.
Over the Internet, she is represented by a somewhat ugly caricature that somehow looks like a bespectacled dude in a red dress with his hair up in a bun. It makes one wonder if Lehot in actual fact is a dude, and not a lady.
But the little mystery adds to the appeal of Kak Lehot and her segments.
Her catchy tag-line ‘kau tek kacak?’ (loosely translated – you think you’re so good?) has become a household phrase among many locals.
But do not attempt to use it if you just can’t speak Bahasa Sarawak.
There is a particular way of saying it – the intonation has to be just right for it to bear its meaning or to get across to the person it’s meant for.
So if you’ve missed her on the airwaves, not to worry, Kak Lehot is everywhere these days and you can catch up with her words of wisdom on YouTube, Twitter and Facebook.
Read more: http://www.theborneopost.com/2011/07/10/reality-bites-with-kak-lehot/#ixzz1fd1xHB4e
Here’s a sample of Kak Lehot’s Zon Inggar. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANl4jT_B-_4
Until now, there are more then 130 episodes of Zon Inggar aired, every Monday to Friday, at 730 am.
That’s all, folks!
PRINCE RIGHTY I🙂
Hi, everyone! =D
Sorry for not updating the blog for months. After matriculation, I went to a temporary job. Then, I feel really lost that I feel want to work again. On the 5th day of Eid, I left home for my beloved university where I’m doing applied chemistry, University of Malaya. Well, people come and go, and people live and die. I just never expected that I will never see my late grandmother after I left home. So, I dedicate this post to the late Hajah Semah binti Bejak (born 4 June 1925, died 19 September 2011).
She was a mother of 7 children (11 to be exact, 4 of them was dead) and a grandmother for 20 grandchildren, including me. She was a native speaker of Jatti Meirek language, which that most of the parts of the world just don’t know. There are just about 10,000 speakers of the languages, and most of them are residing in Miri.
I did some ‘research’ about the tribe actually, and it seems like the language is somewhat endangered. With only 10,000 speakers, and very small community have learned the language, it seems that (it is just my prediction) if it is not preserved and recovered, the language, the tribe and the legacy will disappear in maybe seven generations from now. The family of Daham bin Ott is one of the family that still using the language, until now.
Reflecting the history of my late grandma, she lived just beside my house, and we always had time together. I watched her selling cakes in front of my aunt’s house, and seldom, I helped her to sell the cakes, until the school bus arrived. She always complained to me that the kids who bought her cakes made her run out of coins. And, for sure I was her customer. Sometimes, she gave me free pulut panggang (grilled glutinous rice filled with shrimp sambal which cost around RM1 for four. Well, it was 10 years ago, when I was in primary school.
I saw her in her old age, she turned weak, and uncontrollable. I still remember she lost a lot of blood when she fell down a couple of years ago. She ever talked nonsense about her children and her relatives, but actually none has ever happened.
She had a best friend which always visited her. I called her Nek Alus. Nek Alus lived near the riverside and was a poor, old woman. We even didn’t received any news from her children. So sad to listen.
And actually, Nek Alus was died a few days after I arrived from Labuan, when my grandma was bedridden.
My grandma suffered dementia since about 4 years ago. She talked nonsense, she ‘dropped’ everywhere, she couldn’t even manage herself. How sad her condition was. My mother was stressed when some of her siblings refused to help her. My father looked for a maid as a substitute. And, my father have to pay the maid’s salary, and buy my grandma’s necessities, and, well, our family’s needs. It is sad to remember how hard it is for my parents to keep her.
A year ago, she couldn’t walk, nor stand. She needed a wheelchair to move. A few weeks after that, she just can’t speak, and sooner, she was bedridden. Luckily for me, I could see her every day even though I was working from 9am to 10pm. And since then too, there is a big family gathering I never seen since she had dementia.
We sometimes made gatherings to just reunite the family together. We cook a lot and eat a lot then. Now, the house seems to be empty. No one in the house except my mum and my sister.
Sometimes, we invited people to come to the house for some rituals of prayer. Even an ustaz ever came to our house.
The fifth day of Eid is the day I left home for University of Malaya. I never thought it will be the last day I could see her face.
On Monday, 19 September, I went to the Perdanasiswa complex to manage my PTPTN loan, and sadly it is rejected. So I talked to my mum that maybe I just don’t need those loans. Well, then I went to the library to look for a maths textbook. I received a phone call, and I was shocked to hear my mum cried. My grandma passed away.
And that’s the end of my story. Don’t want to weep here, just pray that she will be safe in the Hereafter.
28 June 2010, 12.45pm
I remembered the moment I reveal my biggest secret, and I also remembered the moment you do the same. The 1-hour call changed me a lot. I just can’t forget how I feel that moment.
I was attending a camp. Everything was OK, but one.
I hope you understand how do I feel and how I suffer from my own mistake, and most of all, you understand why do I feel so ashamed of myself.
It starts when I fell in love with you. The day I left Jugra is the first day I have to live without seeing your face. Remember what I wrote in EVERYTHING IS A REASON? I waited you at 3 o’clock and you didn’t come. Zu replaced you, and giving me a bag of gift inside. I was surprised, you gave me Cheezels. I love Cheezels.
I was so confident that I can get straight A’s. Sadly, I wasn’t. We both apply the scholarship for overseas study. You got it, and I’m not. I was mourning and you were happy. My mum was trying not to remember and my dad made me mad all the times, opposing me, until now.
During the days, I always shouted my parents on the phone. I spent most of my credit on you. I’d nobody except you.
I feel a little relieved when i was in Labuan. I was away from my parents. But, I was so disappointed that you got the opportunity to study overseas. since then, I often went to the cyber cafe, and surf for information on US universities. Sadly, I feel down because it is not my fate to have the same chance as you. I eagerly forced my parents to send me away. I feel that I want to run away from Malaysia since then.
And days passed by, and the moment came.
You said that you have a boyfriend.
I really feel down until now despite some friends actually helped me. WH, for example, is the one who help me through the hard times. I feel very disappointed and terrible. I started to shun myself from thinking about anyone. I really feel sorry to my parents. I just shout and say bad words to them. I hated them. And I hated myself so much. I went to the counselor for help for 16 times, but nothing happened. I feel so heartless until now.
actually I worried about you, honestly. I worried about being apart with the one I love the most. I don’t want to lose you. I understand how hard you try to achieve and grab what you want. I ever imagined how hard your life will be when you are there. I ever imagined how hard my life will be without you. And the most of all, I EVER IMAGINED HOW DARK MY FUTURE WILL BE. I hope you understand how hard I regain back my teenage years.
HRH Prince Righty I
P.S: Fatin, I really hope that you pray for my success. Please don’t let me down… I really want to be beside you, facing ups and downs together. Forgive me… 143T.T
Memorable things in my life... I just can't forget them
Labuan Matriculation College… the place I hated the most. I hate the place, but sometimes hatred taught me something. I should treasure whatever memories I’ve been gone through. I am sad, and truly disappointed for my pointer- 3.46. not a good number to tell.
The picture shown above is a picture taken in my room, with my 16-year old teddy. There are my college ID, my transcript, my SPM certificate, the picture of my tutorial class, a keychain from a friend, a paper bag from a friend and two letters from two friends.
Whoever has a connection to any of the objects above (you know who you are) you are my besties🙂
I’ll never forget all of you…
Apam balik. Two words originated in Malay roots. That’s my favourite snack, and I like to have it every day. It just like a pancake, with peanuts, sugar and sometimes Planta on it. I love apam balik so much.
There are a lot of stories about apam balik I have. Since 1986, apam balik made famous in Miri. There was a restaurant in Miri selling apam balik. It was famous that time until rapid urbanisation came to Miri. Finally, the restaurant is closed, and the owner moved to a stall near Tamu Muhibbah, where Mirians buy their daily necessities. Years passed. I don’t know where is the family right now.
But still, I can taste apam balik until now.
Back to a few days before I went back from Labuan, I met a man selling apam balik in the town. his apam balik is not that ordinary, but it is 18 inch in diameter!
An apam balik seller (or a couple of sellers). RM4 for each 18-inch apam balik... too cheap to be shared by 6 person.
He is an apam balik seller which sells apam balik for more than 20 years. We talked a lot then. He said that there was a circle of friends set up a small business, selling apam balik. After 6 years, the circle breaks , and then each of them tried to set up individually. Only one of them succeed- him.
His apam balik is quite different than the others. 18-inch apam balik with fistful of peanuts and sugar, and some Planta, and a little bit of banana flavour. I bought one, I brought it to the surau, and guess what? 6 persons, including me, were full.
Now, I am working. almost every day, I went to a stall near Boulevard, buying apam balik. I share the taste to everyone, because for me, the earth is just one.