Yesterday, sesampai je depan opis...I decided to turn back and hop on the same bus (different direction) to balik rumah. I cannot face work today. I called Boss mintak cuti and I called my therapist asking for an emergency appoinment. No can do, dia pulak busy and nak tak nak terpaksalah I jumpa Mak Dukun Kg.Ajibah Abol a.k.a. MB
MB and me, long time friend. We go a long way back and my own sisters reckoned that me and her are more like biological sisters than I am to them. We laugh and we fight. I always run back to her when I got this massive unsolved problems, much to my partner dismay but who can deny that there is a special someone, totally unrelated but can become the most important thing in your life?
What was troubling me, si MB bertanya...she guessed that it must be the usual puaka from work, ahh that Italian family. Did I not tell you about this family? I told my boss that they are now starting to get me personally. I have started to think that it is the colour of my skin that they disliked and my 'accent'. So banyak cekadak...if I have my way, the sister is one ungrateful PAKI herself. See, mother Italian, father Pakistan..bad mix. You can have very emotional and very controlling...and tadaaaa..equal to gila. But their man/father don't exist anymore and I thought, good for him.He probably made the escape as fast as he can. They (the family, consists of mother and sister) really drives me crazy. I told MB about them. MB can either be very comforting in her words of wisdom or switch into batu api mode in no time and menambahkan lagi kesakithatian yang sedia ada.
The Italian invasion came after kata-kata puaka Kak Katak tu (ceh Kiah, hatiku yang mungil ni terasa jugak tau), I started to think that the universe is taking turns to gasak me.The fact that I have been working for the last 17 days non-stop is causing me a great deal of fatigue, one of stress contributing factor.
I have had so many melayu calling me sombong, not that I care much. Apart from Hari Raya's, there is no more melayu activity for me. I don't know any Malay that lives nearby and I'm not in constant contact with one either.I like to think that Melayu in KL are more modern-thinking than the one established here. The area where my father lives affirms my believe, the melayu neighbour next door hardly menyebok but I know they care. Hi and bye as the go along. Bayswater or Edgware Road melayu, you hi and bye, you get crucified. They are calling me and MB sombong but treatment that we get from the melayu waiter in Nahar or Mawar is far fetched than what you expect from a melayu that is melayu. I know this guy and he would call once in a while (if he needs something) His favourite first line is 'Eh..you all dah kaya..sombong tak ingat kengkawan'....while line like that can easily distress me, MB have a different East Malaysian attitude, 'Eh..memang I dah kaya...I kawan dengan Mohamad Al-Fayed aje..kawan dengan you buat apa..takde hasil'. Boleh macam tu cakap dengan orang?
MB said we have got to teach this type of people who first of all, takde budi bahasa bila telepon orang...you called me and you now calling me sombong? Apa case? Kalau dah tau I sombong, buat apa you all call? Ganas kan kawanku nan sorang ni?
So I think, when they say Melayu Sombong, they are referring to themselves.They live here and they have business here.Some of them even imported they own sedara mara to work for them and pay them ciput.This waiter/waitresses can't ever muscle a smile on their face maybe because they're badly paid.
I hardly calling or talking to anyone, no matter what country I live in. When I was growing up, people just don't barge into our house or call. My father is very strict and he, being a typical malay himself, value his privacy.
So, to all melayu in England...I am not in a rush to become your friend. I doubt in Malaysia that you'll be running to greet me pun, so what is the difference in here?
Funny enough that Kak KTK texted me to apologised, and now because I've been hurt, I don't intend to offer her or her lazy arsed hubby an olive branch.I want to live to her expectation..that I am indeed The Melayu Sombong...muahahahahahhaha
MB and me, long time friend. We go a long way back and my own sisters reckoned that me and her are more like biological sisters than I am to them. We laugh and we fight. I always run back to her when I got this massive unsolved problems, much to my partner dismay but who can deny that there is a special someone, totally unrelated but can become the most important thing in your life?
What was troubling me, si MB bertanya...she guessed that it must be the usual puaka from work, ahh that Italian family. Did I not tell you about this family? I told my boss that they are now starting to get me personally. I have started to think that it is the colour of my skin that they disliked and my 'accent'. So banyak cekadak...if I have my way, the sister is one ungrateful PAKI herself. See, mother Italian, father Pakistan..bad mix. You can have very emotional and very controlling...and tadaaaa..equal to gila. But their man/father don't exist anymore and I thought, good for him.He probably made the escape as fast as he can. They (the family, consists of mother and sister) really drives me crazy. I told MB about them. MB can either be very comforting in her words of wisdom or switch into batu api mode in no time and menambahkan lagi kesakithatian yang sedia ada.
The Italian invasion came after kata-kata puaka Kak Katak tu (ceh Kiah, hatiku yang mungil ni terasa jugak tau), I started to think that the universe is taking turns to gasak me.The fact that I have been working for the last 17 days non-stop is causing me a great deal of fatigue, one of stress contributing factor.
I have had so many melayu calling me sombong, not that I care much. Apart from Hari Raya's, there is no more melayu activity for me. I don't know any Malay that lives nearby and I'm not in constant contact with one either.I like to think that Melayu in KL are more modern-thinking than the one established here. The area where my father lives affirms my believe, the melayu neighbour next door hardly menyebok but I know they care. Hi and bye as the go along. Bayswater or Edgware Road melayu, you hi and bye, you get crucified. They are calling me and MB sombong but treatment that we get from the melayu waiter in Nahar or Mawar is far fetched than what you expect from a melayu that is melayu. I know this guy and he would call once in a while (if he needs something) His favourite first line is 'Eh..you all dah kaya..sombong tak ingat kengkawan'....while line like that can easily distress me, MB have a different East Malaysian attitude, 'Eh..memang I dah kaya...I kawan dengan Mohamad Al-Fayed aje..kawan dengan you buat apa..takde hasil'. Boleh macam tu cakap dengan orang?
MB said we have got to teach this type of people who first of all, takde budi bahasa bila telepon orang...you called me and you now calling me sombong? Apa case? Kalau dah tau I sombong, buat apa you all call? Ganas kan kawanku nan sorang ni?
So I think, when they say Melayu Sombong, they are referring to themselves.They live here and they have business here.Some of them even imported they own sedara mara to work for them and pay them ciput.This waiter/waitresses can't ever muscle a smile on their face maybe because they're badly paid.
I hardly calling or talking to anyone, no matter what country I live in. When I was growing up, people just don't barge into our house or call. My father is very strict and he, being a typical malay himself, value his privacy.
So, to all melayu in England...I am not in a rush to become your friend. I doubt in Malaysia that you'll be running to greet me pun, so what is the difference in here?
Funny enough that Kak KTK texted me to apologised, and now because I've been hurt, I don't intend to offer her or her lazy arsed hubby an olive branch.I want to live to her expectation..that I am indeed The Melayu Sombong...muahahahahahhaha
8 comments:
bagus..bagus..pedulikkan kata orang.....buat tambah sakit hati je...as long as you know that you are not that type of person (yang diorang perkatakan...eleh kalo yepun ape kes diorang nak heran..suka hatilah..my body my choice what.....)....pedulikssss je ape orang kata...nora
Loikeee MB's "keganasan"!! Kalo takde hasil, watpe nak kawan, correct! correct! correct!
Nora...ye lah..biarlah kan...so mulai hari ni, I akan menyombong bongkak dgn jaya nya...
Wah hati Riang, mu pung suka siri-siri berunsur keganasan ni ye?
esah, kalau i lah kan i pun akan jawab macam MB jugak kalau org yg tak de budi bahasa telepon macam tu..to me, sejak dok kat negara orang ni lah kan...my principle is that i tak kacau orang so orang lain jgn nak sibuk kacau i, buat baik berpada2 dan kalau le ada orang yg menyakitkan jiwa ku ini baik le kita jauhkan je diri dari dia..habih ceghito, tak kuaso den nak layan orang yg buleh sosakkan napas den ni ha...
take care esah
yatie
hey i'm one of your blog's silent readers. i totally totally understand what u said...about the edgware road bayswater-type melayu. i know some yang buat gathering makan2 once a month just amongst them. Nothing wrong with that but u dont have to impose that on other people lah kan. rimas lah kalau selalu sangat. lepas tu kalau taknak join kena cop sombong...
but that kak katak is really a different animal altogether...
-seakeeper-
that's the spirit makji, THAT'S THE SPIRIT !!
Pedulik lah org nk kta melayu sombong ke, melayu tak sedar diri ke...as long as kengkawan yg rapat dgn kita tak anggap kita gitu....
I pon sama la makji but of course, I have drawn the lines back in london, coz I value my private life and on being discreet.
Yeah carry on, live up to their expectations. Kak Katak soka bermanja2 dengan makji kot...as in...."alaaaaa....boleh laaaaa......."
Eh how come i missed this entry? Kalu i pi sana and you pura2 tak kenal i kat edgware road, i'd probably baling u ngan taik anjing but i'd still follow you home, can?
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