Vent Number Two

Hey that last post was my 100th! Tak perasan pon.

Well I still have 43 minutes left before we go. And was facebooking like I always did. Came across a post from a colleague xxx :P

Original story here. Well I don't know if it was authentic, I trust nothing these days but you get an overview.

Even the stupidest person can imagine the situation as such: Aminulrasyid kuar nk pegi macha, bwk keta akak dia, dia tade lesen, nampak polis dia takut, pstu dia pun nk cabut. Polis nampak dia nak lari, egt dia criminal, n upon stopping him to get away they shoot, kena tayar, kena kepala, tak sengaja.

Everybody can get all worked up because of a misunderstanding. The police misunderstood the boy as a criminal. Even the parang they found in the car pun jadi suspect. Kakak dia pegi menebas kot petang tu, mana tau. Masalah betul. People misunderstood the police, saying they are all corrupt and whatnots, polis jahat pukul orang. Honestly kalau nak depend on opinions maknanye semua orang kat dunia ni jahat lah, takde exception.

I wasn't there, you weren't there, we didn't know what REALLY happened, so why nk bising2? Yang kecoh sangat tu, korg nmpk ke apa jadi, betul ke polis tu pijak kawannye si arwah? Bosan la korang. Pastu parti tu parti ni plak bising, dah campur hal politik pulak. Clicheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Menggeliat panas arwah dalam kubur. Al-Fatihah.

p/s: hebat plak polis tu tembak tepat-tepat. dlm movie pon, slalu je tak kena

I'd Say Anything ...

... to get to stay here longer. Haha.

Kitorang nak pindah dah, in less than four hours, and I'm still not done with the packing. Any time now the bags are going to burst at the seams from all the load. I couldn't understand it really. I practically put off shopping every weekend to avoid schlepping so much when it's time to move. And I posted some 20kgs of stuff away too. Tapi banyak jugak. Hiskk

In the first six months of our stay in Germany we did language courses. German at class, German at home, German on the streets... The only time I get to speak Malay is the time I spent online (which is quite a lot anyway). And it's not literally speaking either, more towards typing, but still I get to THINK in Malay, which is a relief.

Anyways. We did an exam after those six months, and moved to Munich. Here we have language courses no more, we did seminars they usually gave to already qualified teachers. We do projects, mostly in museums, at parks, at an old-folks' home, and one time in front of the university, where you have to jump on unsuspecting students coming out from their lectures and interview them about the student community that went against the Nazis...

We have to learn all the words that are connected to the theme we are doing that week. We did all-expenses-paid-except-if-you-want-to-buy-magnets daytrips to Chiemsee and Salzburg. We visited practically every museum in Munich, and the Botanical Garden too. A teacher should know how everything works, so we visited a newspaper printing factory, the BMW Museum and the Bavarian Film City. Dayang, the trip to Augsburg was cancelled, I wanted to go there by myself but there just wasn't time, sorry ye laling :)

So the point of our stay in Munich is that we get to experience Germany not only on the surface, but deeply too. At the same time we learnt some methodics and didactics (how do you spell it in english?) for our future careers as human engineers. Being a teacher is irritatingly hard, you have to have a complete control of yourself, which is REALLY not my thing, if you know me. Haha. But then you have a reason to wear lipsticks to work, because you want to attract your students' attention to what you are saying. :) they say it's an unconcious thing, but i just don't think so. :P

Everything that begins must have an end, (well, except for Allah SWT) so now we are again starting a new phase. I'm looking forward to Goettingen, because then I don't have to listen to this annoying ringtone of my host grandmother's friggin telephone which rings at least once every freakin 15minutes! And if she's out and I'm in my room, I won't hear the ringing but the message the caller is leaving afterwards, which will make me run out to see who is talking in the entrance hall. Who says old ladies aren't socialites? Huh.

No, no, seriously. Goettingen is a small town smack in the middle of Germany. Go Google, thank you. We get to play football! Lets pray I won't be hyperventilating after 5 minutes.

TSCHAU!

Correction

i meant RUYUNG in the last post. not REBUNG. :p

I Hate Goodbyes.

Kalau tak nak berpisah, jangan bertemu.

Tapi mane boleh. Nak duduk dalam gua ke. Takyah keluar rumah, tak payah pergi mana-mana tak payah jumpa siapa-siapa. Takpun jumpa dua minit tepi jalan. Very the unpersonal.

Benda yang tak ada tak payah diingat-ingat.

Duduk sini bising nk makan karipap, nk mkn ubi ketuk, nk makan McDonald's. Ayah Pin (hahaha) cakap bole je makan kat sini, tapi takmau la, perut bergelora bila teringat mendalah tu tak sembelih. Mengomel sana-sini, orang Kedah ckp lapar _____ (isi nama makanan). Eh, apesal sume pasal makanan? :D
Nanti da balik bising lagi panas la, nk mkn bauerbrot, kecoh cari kentang rebus tetiap kali nak makan.

Kalau tak dipecah kan rebung mana nak dapat sagunya.

Takde kena mengena pon. Saje nk tulis.

There's a first time for everything.

But it doesn't mean there's a second time. When it does happen, well, itu maknanye that's the first time that event will happen to you twice. Hehe.

Barang yang lepas, hai jangan dikenang

Kalau dikenang, meracun diri. Tapi perlukah menjadi amnesia. Dan macammane pon lupekan, kesannye tetap ade, walaupun kite tak realise. Mana nak erase kesan? Bukan tulis pakai pensil. Lagi-lagi kalau tak perasan, tetiba orang lain yang cakap, adeh terus sakit perut.

Khamis ni pindah lagi.

Just when we started to get used to this city. Takmau pegi Göttingen. I don't like small towns. Nanti the only available Freizeitmöglichkeit ialah bersenam. Iskk

Beli buku banyak2 nanti susah plak nak pindah, download free eBook je la :)

Random extracts:

A guy telling a dog off

... who is gazing a whippet straight in the eyes and saying, "Put your paws on the floor. Step away from the humans."...

Well, it was funny.

A lot is going through my mind

1. Last year of the A-levels I went movie watching with my younger siblings kat KL. Mase tu Aiman bosan duk GMI so dia kata dia pon nk ikut, n sebab aku macho aku bwk la dia skali. Lagipon dia ade keta jadi senang nk transport anak2 ayam :D Kitorang tgk cerita ni:The story was, well, childish. Bayangkan macamane Aiman menderita. HAHAHA. And that made me laugh while I was brushing my teeth.


2. I hate Munich. The town is home to buildings aged more than 400 years old which are still preserved in all its majesty. You go in the big wooden doors, go through the enormous entrance hall and up the stairs (they're all built the same way), rub the noses of the lions flanking the stairways for luck, walk with the tips of your fingers touching the walls (well, because you are alone and you feel a little bit insecure) and then you start to think about all the Judith McNaught's novels and ever little bit of Jane Eyre you ever read. And that makes you yearn for something unreachable. Solution? Go to the window look out at the cars passing. That'll pull you back to reality.


3. Protection. (I'm not talking about condoms, I'm talking about knights in shining armors) well it's lame. Isn't this the era of emancipation, the age of feminism? So why would people bother so much as to escort somebody through two train stations? Is it the fault of the girl who got pulled by drunken boys and couldn't free herself? And why was she the target anyway?


4. Edward Morike (with an umlaut) said we must always have something to look forward to.


5. Hey, I can't help it if I stand in a dark room and stare for a long time at books really, really old they had to be kept in aquariums with their own ventilators. My hand was practically ITCHING to touch its leaf and see it crumple between my fingers (hyperventilate. iskk)

old school

we managed to get in contact with classmates from year six. everybody's so excited, talking about a reunion, reminiscing old habits and trying their best to remember how did the others look like. twas btw funny to see how much we have changed, and how much we never changed. a friend, with whom i always quarrelled (except on the day we got our UPSR results :P) still manages to get on my nerves today, ten years later. grr. pegilah kau, hish. i felt small and grinny (is there such a thing as grinny?) like i did before when i was eleven years old. by the way i used to be quite small, too

anyway all these talk brings back the memories. and since this is the month of april let me tell you a story that happened in 1999 in the same month.

i was naughty and stubborn. but not so much, i was a prefect, and i came in late a lot of times, and that quite sums it up. one time i didn't pass up my bahasa melayu grammar book for, say, three times in a row, and the teacher wasn't happy with that. so i was called up to the front with another girl (twas you kan, hasanah?). the teacher started to bla bla bla about how the UPSR is coming and i was so naughty and do you really want to take the exam, or do you want to stay another year in standard six? (because i skipped the fourth year of primary school)

then (i quite forgot how it really went) she got all worked up and all of a sudden slapped me in the face. repeatedly. on both cheeks. because of a flimsy exercise book. then she remembered that she was also scolding another girl and slapped her too, one time only okay, after a second's hesitation. i can practically see the class drawing their breaths in shock, and honestly, i didn't see it coming. i mean, i was eleven. what do i know about the ups and downs of a woman's world?

a few days later she told me my father came to school and told her off, and that i was a tell-tale and an arrogant snob. you complete cow. i wouldn't tell such an embarassing story to anyone. my mother was teaching in the same school, and you told her yourself you slapped me, and what do you expect? i remember quite well that i did NOT tell my father, or any family members either. i didn't know he came to school either! you are a COWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

so anyway. i NEVER pass up my book after that. and i am writing this to warn those old classmates that we don't need any teachers in our reunion. i know a grudge is unhealthy but what the hell. she ruined all the memories of primary school.