Oh trivial problems

Monday, January 6, 2014

I need a place to rant about my trivial problems. The moment I wrote that preceding sentence I feel that I should probably change my mind. I probably won't rant. My trivial problems are:

(a) This morning a woman driving a Myvi drove like crazy which drove ME crazy to the point that I hit a motorcyclist using my sidemirror. Had to use my stering lock to open it up again while driving and waving at the motorcyclist at the same time. angry with the crazy woman and angry with myself;
(b) the opponent came late. which is nothing but it add up to my already gloomy mood;
(c) finally got to eat at my favorite breakfast restaurant but there is no seat inside and I had to sit out in the open and the getting hotter sun. alone. which is nothing except the out in the open in the sun part. tried to humor myself that I need this occasional sunbathing. Not really working;
(d) so I sat with the sun behind me which is also made me unable to see my car and concentrate on the food but when I am done and quickly turn to my car the MBSA people had came with incognito white car and had JUST gave me a ticket when I came. Its getting better;
(e) suddenly the place went crazy and everybody is removing their cars which cause standstill in the area;
(f) I took the ticket and crumpled it without looking at it and threw a bulls eye inside the trash can 3 meters away;
(g) ops someone was watching so I gave the newspaper shopkeeper a winning smile. that feel good;
(h) then I drove away and remember that I just got a ticket. not good;
(i) driving with unsatisfactory feelings and feel like I should do some retail therapy but who I am kidding? I am not those rich folks. Even if I shop at Daiso I would unnecessarily spend at least RM50 just like that and I can't afford to throw away RM50 (roll eyes);
(j) finally I just drove straight to office with just one stop in a newly opened pet shop very near to my office to buy my cat's food. The shopkeeper and the name of the shop looks terribly familiar but when I ask him whether he had another shop near a restaurant named "horizon garden" he kept denying it;
(k) not satisfied, after I already paid my purchase I told him that the decor of this shop is exactly the same with the shop nearby (which I secretly dislike). He finally admitted that he had just moved to this area from the area I mentioned except he didnt noticed the restaurant with the name I mentioned. I was so angry with myself for having spent RM33 for pet food in his shop because I had confirmed that he is the same person whose poor customer service had me secretly vow not to buy from. And I've bought something from him after he went in a roundabout way of admitting that he had just moved! Which made me hate his guts more!

Okay, its a rant after all. But it was one of those days when trivial things affect you. But I feel better after letting it out of my chest. 

During the lunch hour I had an hour chat with my new clerk and she told me the usual problem that I've so many times heard from other new clerks (now ex-clerks) before her about the existing so called senior clerks. I did my best to pacify her and to help her understand the situation being the survivor of the same ordeal before myself (except I was the one who finally gained the upper hand. tehee). I don't think I did much good. I think I've stopped trying too hard even though she is by far my best clerk. Surprisingly, this does not affect me too much. I have accepted that I cannot stop people from getting the greener grass just because they made my grass so much greener. That would be selfish. So I felt good about being able to let go whenever that may be. Don't ask me why, but my mood do go up and down like that. I think I am wired differently somewhere than other humans.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Since Facebook and Twitter I have not much need to express myself in so many words as in a blog. I guess it's because I have become more economical with my words.

However, today I feel that I have to let this out somewhere.

I just have to say that I didn't expect myself to be that unprepared.

My friends would say that I am being overly sensitive or over reacting. So be it.
To put in short, I have this urge to preach, to whine, to be angry, to ask for sympathy, to seek shelter at the same time.

See, I've always known that I live it a so called crime and red light district of Seri Kembangan. I have lived here since before my university graduation. I have some vague idea of the danger and to say that I am too innocent for that is a bit far fetch because I have been in a lock-up, prison and I've met prisoners and the accused. I've seen drug addicts, pimps, prostitutes, rogue polices, lawyers and what not. Sometimes I think they can hurt me anytime. But I admit that maybe thats not dangerous enough.

I've always prided myself to be able to be friends with people from all walks of life provided they didn't annoy me. So sometimes I've listened to their talks about the low moral value and low comprehension of religion of their friends or even themselves. I have always been a mere listener. I non-committally pointed out to them that what they did is wrong. Or I show it from my face before the talk move on to the next topic and assume relaxed attitude when they quickly changed the topic. What happened was a mere passing of story. I didn't pursue it. I didn't choke their neck and told them to repent.I didn't feel guilty because it's not my life and I didn't do it.

Its funny that when I actually saw the actual act of (alleged) fornication before my very eyes  I became quite very sick and disturbed. I feel how helpless I am. I feel that I am not being respected by my neighbour  I want to bring full force of the punishment or law on them and at the same time I want to save them. I feel violated. Then I thought: all fornicators should go to hell!

For the record, in true neighbourly spirit I had averted my eyes. Just saw the female so I guess my innocence is (a tiny bit) saved there. But the disturbing image and thoughts remained.

Can I blame them if prostitute is easily available and is very cheap? Am I to be blamed for being here but not (couldn't be) doing anything? Am I underestimating my willpower and resources to do something? Have I done anything to show them that it's  right for them to blatantly do it openly in front of my living room window? I have always thought my opposite window neighbour is a Muslim. Can I now assume they aren't? Is that right? 

I am surprised by how affected I am. How different feelings and confusion jumbled together.

My friend Hana said something that I have never thought before: that I should pray that God punishment/retribution didn't come to me. I asked, why would God punish me when I didn't do it? Then she said I will have no power to stop it if the punishment came to my place. I guess she is right. 

Before this, I have no idea why religious people (than me) said they will always pray for the sinners. Now I get it. Or maybe I had forgotten and is now being reminded. Or maybe I had learned the concept long ago but not until I have actually been in the situation I had fully comprehend it. Positively, no matter how disgusted I am, I should at least be thankful that I have comprehend a very straightforward concept. 

So now that I am being philosophical about it can I just put it behind me and forget about it?


End of 2012 Rant

Friday, December 28, 2012

Things that got me tired with practice is not the work itself. Its the pointless things such as waiting in various goverment agencies offices and courts (including waiting to get connected by phone) and weird requests such as asking for Court CTC for a sealed order already served to Land office. 
Closer in the office, its the last minute decision to draft or file something which can be avoided due to lackadaisical attitude of the management or client. 
For every pointless things that happened, i have actually taken every precaution for it not to happen but it happened because of other people's attitude. 
On a not so separate note, when will government servant understand that their salary is paid from the money that people like me gave them? Hence, should behave properly and not like little napoleons. 
Also annoyed at Malay restaurants/kopitiam that took forever to bungkus RM15 popia which actually worth RM5 and once its done full 5 minutes must passed before it was put in a plastic bag and transferred to my table. That was after I throw a murderous looks. Also had the temerity to signal me to come and take the thing before saw my look.

Aladdin the Musical - Why am I interested?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

So I was minding my own business i.e trying my best not to do my real life job when I received an email from the All Malaysian Bloggers Project saying that because I am a member of AMBP (as indeed I am) I could end up going to Aladdin the Musical in Sunway Lagoon on the 25 November 2011 if I blog about it? 

Well I figure this is my chance to prove (yet again) to my 8 years old youngest sister (Shamin) that I am her coolest sister ever if I could bring her to the musical (besides, I do have to blog something anyway):
This was Shamin in 2008
Shamin in 2010

You have to give the kid the experience, she went to her first movie in the cinema during the last Hari Raya Puasa which is barely 3 months ago (for the record, her first movie is Cowboy vs Aliens)! I thought I'd get her 'cultured' at watching and listening something else than Astro and staring at her PSP 24/7 since books didn't get her going (sigh...unlike me). I guess it will take forever to wait for her to touch the Arabian Nights by Sir Richard Francis Burton.
Anyway, she did watched Aladdin on Disney Channel, no doubt about that. Its just that I'd like to introduce new things to her or just to have the satisfaction of spending more time with my youngest sibling since I don't live with the family. Besides, I can't shake off the thought of getting that free tickets (couldn't get better hint than that) and inspiring awe in the eyes of my sister.
The musicals in Sunway Lagoon did received good review (also here). So I guess there is also no harm for me to also experience new things (I went to a musical once during the 'Ice Age' I just don't remember what is it about). So do me a favour will ya? Get me that free tickets and I'll write all about it here.

Singing Heart

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Ya Allah (Oh My God) it's been ages! I had even begin to think that I will never write again. Alas, today I am feeling like doing it. So whats up? with me, with you? As for me, I'm spending half the day listening to music (I'm supposed to familiarize myself with all Soil Investigation terms for upcoming case but what the heck). Actually the whole purpose of this post to list down my favorite music of the day. But since I have not been writing in ages I feel obligated to throw in some updates too.

I founded a Facebook secret group called A Priori to help out young people with LLB degrees get together and help each other. I am too amazed to even describe how I feel now when we had 215 members! Of course, it really helped when a lot of people also were of the opinion that such group is needed at all. I am also not stingy with appointing administrators. Some thing needed change I know but I didn't hear much feedback regarding how I handled the group so I didn't have much choice but to exercise my veto power most of the times. huhu.

Still single yeah, but I've got used to it. I read Rhonda Byrne's The Power (mostly first sentence of each paragraph. lol. not really a fan of self help books) where she said that if I'm really that desperate to have someone in my life (okay, I'm just paraphrasing in a way where it's applicable to me here) I should treat my home as if I've got someone already i.e do everything for two persons and most importantly sleep on one side of the bed only (that I definitely can't do! oh well, unless absolutely necessary). So come to think of it, do I have to divide my bookshelves to two? divide my K-dorama and Anime time to two i.e not watching the whole series in one whole day when I feel like it? share my time? share my game time? share my fb time? share my sleep time? have a fixed time to eat? Oh okay, it's not really I'm shuddering at the thoughts of all that (almost!) but if I think about it, I don't know, the problem might be just me and if that's true, I can live with that (hell yeah, someone please save me).

Which bring us to the topic of my home. I looooooooove living alone because I looooooove my home! (I think I can afford to spell 'love' like that just because I have never done it). In fact, I have not gone out of my home since Friday night (kinda worried about my car though). Anyway, to illustrate how much I love my home, I might even transfer to Bangi just because I can't stand staying at my home only on weekends and stay in my rented room during weekdays. I think I am entitled to put an end to it because I've lived like that for a year already (this arrangement may have contributed to my homesickness). Of course, I have this gnawing feeling that I might be risking my whole career for it but to think on the bright side, I am still doing the same thing and whether I made it or not is up to me wherever I may be working. I spent a year to come to a conclusion that I can do it wherever I want. If I made it, I made it. Okay let me be frank, I don't ever want to go for big firm because I've already had what I wanted in life. I've told about three other human beings that my ambition is to one day snuggle on a red sofa in an apartment reading books. I've had that. Who cares if the apartment is in a some sort of ghetto and the sofa is black (and that I don't own the apartment). We can work that out later. I don't have to go to big firm to iron that out. Lazy? well define hardworking please? why you work hard then? what's your biggest aim in life then? Point is, I've got what I wanted (as always. Thank you Allah), now I'll focus on getting that big bookshelves in my dream (and work out on the sleeping on one side of my queen size bed or I'll just buy a King and I'll definitely just sleep on one side of it. haha). And so, it's pertinent for me not to abandon my home again. Should I one day lose the home, I'll think of another solution. The good thing of being a (young) lawyer is, you never ran out of choice.

So that's it!! Now here is my song of the day (I hope you really take the time to listen to all of it coz I'm that proud of my achievement of compiling it especially no.6 because although I have no freaking idea what's it's all about but the way the language sound OMG so sexay and the music video quite gothic Okay I just really checked the video and found it not suitable for viewing. so sorry. [(sheepish grin) no wonder its sounded sexay..pffft]:

1) David Guetta ft. Usher - Without You

2) Swedish House Mafia - Save the World

3) Blink 182 - After Midnight

4) T-Pain - 5 O'Clock ft. Wiz Khalifa, Lily Allen

5) Lighters  - Bad Meets Evil ft. Bruno Mars

6) Avec Laura De "Sarancha"

(Video removed due to parental control)

7) Foster the People - Pumped Up Kicks

6th Day and still Fasting

Saturday, August 6, 2011

and the reason why I dont feel like balik kampung:
when I can easily:

I couldn't keep up

Sunday, July 3, 2011

There is many layers to my goal in life. I thought that I am in the right path. that I am advancing towards that. Sometimes it feels like I will achieve my ultimate goal and sometimes I feel so far away. But I feel very far away, more than I have ever felt before now. I don't think anybody, not a single person know for sure what is my ultimate goal in life. Perhaps one can guess. Many have no idea.

I am thankful to Allah that I am a Muslim. Otherwise, I will not be able to shake off the thought that life is so unfair to me. It still linger though. It stays afloat all the time in times like now. I would like to deny being jealous but I think it is unfair that people with less effort can earn RM800.00  more than me. Made me feel so unappreciated. Made me wonder why do I bother to work so hard. I can accept that in life you either had name or you had talent. But what should I do if people with no name and no talent simply get it? Made me wonder if I am actually stupid and that is why I have less. But even with this thoughts there is still this other thoughts that keep on nagging to me that if somebody were to read this and give me a slap I would suddenly wake up and accept that I am very fortunate and of course, cleverer and that I am just being stupid. That whatever i was thinking is actually stupid and people like me are actually clever. I will then learn to accept again this theory that people who are not that clever like people like me is probably having it easy now but not later. That I will have the last laugh. I am not in a race with anybody. I am just having a conflict with notion and reality, not in that order. Which is why I said that I am thankful that I am a Muslim. Things like this is too complicated for me to discuss with people who need to know. Like people who are related to you but they can't imagine what you do and began comparing you with lesser people (you get annoyed so you call the person you are being compared with as the lesser people) who are more fortunate. I thought I am above all that but just by trying to stay afloat day to day and then I get to see how easy other people had it then had other people pointed out the obvious to me, it kinda irritate me. I am also irritated because it stand against my confidence that I have through unbelievable feat had achieved this stage where I am now but there exist this other being that through no feat at all had achieved more than me. I am trying very hard to accept that achievement is not measured by monetary value alone but what can you do when that is what you need the most now and seeing what I do is big enough why can't it goes hand in hand?

Last Month and this month

Saturday, May 7, 2011

 Harsh words were said
and lies were told instead.
I didn't ever mean to make you cry.
But love can make us weak and make us strong,
and before too very long.
I was totally in love with you.

- Jean Jacques Burnel

I am already one quarter century and still breathing. Alhamdulillah. Please Allah let me live longer to die as a faithful Muslim and had made change to the world or the world of others in a good way even if it is just a small change before that.
So 8 April had come and go. The above statement is everything there is to my thoughts when my birthday came up.
I could say a lot of things and recorded every details regarding my birthday and what happens after that but then I just want to keep the precious moments to myself (or I am just that lazy, your pick).
I went through quite troublesome period of writer's block which lasted for one whole month. I didn't write anything in April. That month is the month where I could write a lot of things but I just didn't. More accurately, I couldn't. There are too many possible reasons for that that I couldn't decide which one is the culprit.
Everything is as usual. But I was inspired to write at 1.00am today because I was quite happy that I didn't bring home too much work (although its still there) and because I've done watching the most amazing anime series ever created by man. Okay, I am just exaggerating that because I loved the book the anime was based on and hence became inspired!
Talking about love. I have something to report:
I watched Inception after I send my friend Eda back to her home in Kg. Malaysia (I know, I was late in watching it but I am glad that I finally made it to watch it) last month. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie and are in love (not in literal meaning) with Christopher Nolan which effectively rendered the previous post written by me as no longer applicable (plus I now think that he - the one I fell in love with is still such a kid). yes, I know how Inception made me uninterested to that boy is at best strangely related but please bear with me.
Okay thats that. And those were last month's story.
Back to main agenda. I want to gush about Gankutsuou!
For the first few minutes of the series I was quite put off by the CGI on the characters apparels but gradually I began to even love it and this is due to the fact that I can feel the spirit of Dumas' Count of Monte Cristo in each episode. I am amazed that sci-fi theme can be mixed with the more classical setting of the Count of Monte Cristo. We can say that the series is a huge success because this is the first time that I feel like i am not betrayed by the film-maker of my imagination of my favorite books. In this case...the Count of Monte Cristo. My most awaited moments is the beginning of each episodes after the opening theme where Gankutsuou himself will start by saying "Madame, Monsieur Bonjour..." and continue to summarize what happened previously in flawless French. I tried googling for the French script to no avail. Oh wish I could read them in French. Anyway, Confucius says it best to sum up the whole story: “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” In this case, the Count is prepared to die for the sake of his revenge (sad to admit that I am like that too when I am feeling particularly vengeful). Anyway looking at the uninteresting google results I can see that this anime series probably didn't get proper recognition as it should which is why I am trying my best here to write more than one liner to describe how I feel about this anime series.and yes, I am at the end of my film critic ability.

Okay, that's that for May. yay!


Friday, March 18, 2011

About two weeks ago there was a fatal accident on the road just across the house where I tenanted. It happened at 3am and I didn't hear a thing and sleep through the night. 
We sometimes need this occurrence to help us go back to the reality. I started to be extra careful on the road after that and hope it will last. I prayed to Allah that I wont die a sorry death. I have no preference on how I should die except I remained faithful to my God til my last breath and people cannot say that I died aimless.
And then there was the disaster in Japan. It was awful and memories of Aceh came back. As usual, all I can give is my tears while reading the newspaper.
It reminds me that no matter how careful you are there are bigger things than just being careful.
So I remind myself that I just had to live and make every moment useful. I have a lot of things to be sorry of for the time that I had wasted. So I do my best to make myself better in the definition of my religion knowing that it is highly probable that it is not enough. But I am persevering anyway.
Bigger things in life made me relish the fact that I didn't follow my fit of anger when a crazy female driver cut through my lane in the highway that she grazed my rear view mirror or dwell on the fact that both Baju Kurung made from the fabric I obtained after so much hardship in Singapore is probably ruined forever because of all supervening events. Or the fact that I earned so little that I had nothing to save but just focus on living as best as I could and allow every luxuries that my current status permit.
On that note, yesterday I went to BookExcess and bought five new classic literature. Despite my financial constraint, I am so proud of myself for having bought the books. As I was hungrily gnawing through Defoe's words in Molly Flanders I glanced to all my other books and as usual think about what a waste it was if I couldn't finish every classic literature in the world before I die. Then I thought that I am so lucky that I even have an aim to achieve and live my life with purpose career wise and hobby wise. I remind myself that it is better to die while achieving your aim(s) than die aimless. A sorry death to me is to die without purpose. Which is how I had lived my life so far - purposeful. If I could be a ghost (which I know I wont), I'll be happy to hear if people say I die while still working to save 25 poor villagers whose land was trespassed by unscrupulous company as opposed to dying while just getting back from a late teh tarik for having nothing better to do. Or die while I was reading a book than die while watching TV (except news and any other intellectual programs) and even better die while praying.
Allowing myself some other luxuries is to hold a small dinner in my humble dwelling for about 12 friends to celebrate all milestones that I had just cause to be proud and joyous of and be thankful to Allah to, this time, with ceremony. At the moment I am still working out on my menus. I think that dinner will need another post later.
So that's that.


Friday, February 18, 2011

The title is like what it is because I had this choking sensation since i woke up. I have no idea why. Probably due to the lack of oxygen. I tried inhaling deeply to no avail.
It feels somewhat interesting when I saw a friend is writing about song meaning today. I myself have been thinking of putting one or two lines out of any lyric that i like as the beginning of my post but is still in the midst of compiling them, so I have not come to do it. People put quotes or poem in the beginning of their post so I thought I want to put song. You could say that I copied them but its only because I find that style will better explain myself. I had chosen lyric because I rarely read any poetry at all. Further, people's taste in music vary so the chances are even when people did the same thing as me they wouldn't choose the same particular line of the lyric.
Talking about lyric, I almost cried when I listened to I need a doctor by Eminem(ft Dr.Dre & Skylar Grey). Of course I am not into profanities but I had this soft spot about anything concerning loyalty, friendship and chivalry. I can see how strong the bond between Dr. Dre and Eminem (at least as its depicted in the lyric). Thats the very thing that I have been trying to maintain and search in my friends all my life. I know that my standard is too high and I am probably not that perfect either. But I always tried my best to be the best kind of friend to people that I am close to. Previously I expect the same return from them but after many years I realized that its useless to hope for that (I am sorry to say this but this is how I feel) and I should just be my definition of 'best' to many close friends and hope they sometimes return it back. This line of thinking made me happier especially in situation when I really need someone by my side and one of them came to my house just because I feel like that.

Slave Hunters (Chuno)

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I saw Chuno for the first time when it was aired in KBS. I forgot when was that. At that time I couldn't follow the series. It piqued me but I was deliberating for quite some time until it won KBS Drama Award for 2010. Its quite by accident that I was browsing channels on TV at that particular day and time and managed to catch KBS Drama Award.
So the moment I got back from my parent's after watching the Drama Award I immediately went to uri local video stores and got it for RM40 in HD. ahem. hehe.

Oh the first episode by itself got me hooked already and the rest is history. I love the plot, the CGI, the stunts, the OST, the dialogue, the ancient Korean language, the actors, the emotions displayed, the fighting scenes!, the male actors! (hehe) and i am the biggest fan of wangsun mama!
I wonder if Kim Jin-Woo behaved the way he did in Chuno in the real life too. If yes, I am so amazed. I want to learn from his parents how to raise a kid like that. I mean he was the least fussy baby I have ever seen in my life. He is cute like snow, he allows absolutely everybody to carry him, he sits still when placed down and also when he sits on adults' lap, he is smart (I conclude this when he played Seol Hwa's musical instrument and he responded to the thief lord who loves children),  he can be instructed (because he said 'yes' when Han-seom paid his respect. haha) and the best of all he is so quiet. In short he is the best baby actor I've seen in my life and he is just turning 5 years old this year.

Absolutely Clueless

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The thought that someone had the slightest interest in me is too foreign and almost unimaginable. But then even of someone ever did I bet he'd give up just by my way of replying text messages, talk, or even chatting online. haha
The fact of how i behaved is known to me but never worried me at the slightest. Nevertheless, it became more profound when I began to think how person at the other side would feel if I keep behaving like myself.
I have no plan to change my behavior. But as time goes by I did consider people's feeling more and tried my best to mince my words.
My friends in the office told me that I have a problem. 
Based on their description I call it as 'storytelling problem'. They told me that I have a problem of being friendly by text messages because I used the most economic words to describe the situation. 
There were times when I read text messages and find myself staring complicatedly at the phone, trying my utmost thinking faculty to cook up some reply and finally came up with a one word explains all reply.
Now, I take that as a compliment to my vocabulary (ahaha) but it does made me analyze.
Hafiq said its probably because my heart was not moved yet.
I think the real reason is the other people are not in my confidante list. Even with the confidantes I am the laziest person to use text (hence all the calls). I prefer to talk. Its faster. I rather wait until they pick up than text them what I want to say. But when I do have the mood I could story away everything until I feel they could barf but this is mostly online not text messages. It is related to trust issue. I mean, why would I write this long descriptive text messages explaining things and didn't mean anything to the other (and cost me a few sen some more. lol).
If I want to tell a story I'll just write my blog where a lot more people can read, mean something to some people and nobody can delete it except me.
Okay I am doomed am I?

Time and Money: Managed

Although I am slowly making my own comeback in my biggest passion in life - reading, I seem to be getting no inspiration to write anything credible since my last post.
So I'll just post things that happened instead.
I had made a resolution to use my time better and is trying very hard to stick to it. What happen was I finally gave up lugging my heavy HP laptop that was made last century to and fro my house and my rented room. I feel more pressured to reduce my computer usage seeing that my spectacle's power keep increasing every year. This consequently made me unable to use the technology every time I get back from work. Therefore, I was gladly forced to read books instead. Finally got that second volume of Les Miserables finished two days ago. Now I am onto Thomas Harris's Ghostwriter.
I also noticed that my praying times are not organized. When I didn't waste time getting online and follow all the blogs, youtube, manga, facebook and all that - I began to pray on time.
I have been eating the same thing for breakfast and lunch most of weekdays since a few months ago at a fixed rate of RM4 for both. Now I have found another place that provides my dinner at a fixed rate of RM3.50. That means, as of next week onwards my meal would cost below RM10 per day. The biggest plus point is that all meals had less cholesterol than all my previous unfixed diet. My breakfast and lunch is Bihun putih (rice vermicelli) and my dinner is rice porridge (because I can't live without rice). I know this is not exactly the healthiest meal but I believe that there is always first step for everything (as shown above).


Friday, February 4, 2011

I am sure nobody is wondering what I'm currently doing now. Now like now at right this minute. But thats exactly why I want to tell what I am doing now right this minute.

I am crying in my heart. Literally heartbroken. Because I found out that my dream guy actually exist. 

(hands in front of my face) just don't ask me why THAT made me crestfallen.
Okay fine. You don't want to know right? So I will let you know. It's because now I had to feel so sorry for myself for being single.

Little Korea

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The surrounding area of my work place is full with Korean stores and restaurant. I have been craving for  Korean food for such a long time ever since I started watching Korean series years ago. Series like Bread, Love and Dream and Sik Gaek further increased my curiosity towards Korean food. However, I am fussy about the halal-ness of whatever I send into my stomach. Like I have always told my friends; "I may be fat but I am fat with halal food only". Some of my friends' policy are that if they are sure that it is halal then it's OK even when there is no halal sign at the restaurant or if there is liquor sold in the place. Not so for me. For I have to really determine beyond the fact that there is a halal sticker in front of the restaurant. 
I really believe that if Muslim themselves are not particular and very educated about the concept of halal then what more people of different faith. Before I start anything to do with the title of the post, I think it is important to let people know what is halal to me. 
Halal means using meat that has been slaughtered in the name of Allah (loosely called in Islamic manner) and cooked using ingredients that does not contain any liquor (it means ANY, not 1% or even 0.00001% and alcohol is not liquor don't you people learn science?) and does not use any ingredients containing elements of haram (antonym of halal) animals such as pig (pork, bacon, ham, swine, or whatever name you deign to give it), dog (since some people eat dogs so I figure just put it here) and animals that supposed to be halal but haram because it was not slaughtered in the name of Allah. Look here for more specific details. 
The haram elements may still be there in the food if the people in the restaurant used the same pots, pans, cooking utensils, plates, glasses etc that had previously been used with haram foods or drinks (of course there are more detailed explanation to this but I am putting it briefly).This is why I tried my best to avoid eating at the so-called halal restaurant which serve liquor to customers. I believe that if it is readily available; there is no reason why it will not be available inside the food that I am going to eat there. Suppose here is a new chef and he loved to put liqour in the food and he doesn't get it why it should not be included in foods to be served to Muslim customer?
Then there is also the element of cleanliness that is related to the concept of halal such as using the cooking utensils and cutleries previously used for dog food (i.e pet dogs used it to eat, or pet swine etc), and also sitting at tables and chairs previously occupied by dogs and pig. Muslim CAN touched dogs when its dry but they must afterwards washed all the parts that had come in contact with the dog in a specific manner (three part water and one part mud). Therefore I avoided places that allows pet dogs and pigs in. Plus there is chance that their fur or saliva might fly into my food and thereafter making it haram for consumption.
I know that sometimes all this requirements are thought to be fussy or inconveniently sensitive. But lets be fair, everybody can eat halal food but not everyone can eat non-halal food, so whats wrong if we make it halal? A  more academic argument would be that this is just something people had to be sensitive  with considering different faiths and all. I myself observed the fact that  my Hindu friends cannot eat  beef (cow) or that European generally love to consume liquors. 
So let us be in topic now. I finally found this restaurant called Pak Z Kopitiam   in Ampang selling halal Korean food. they massively advertised that they are halal. I  inquired in full details and the Korean manager convinced me that everything is halal. I became convinced when I was informed that the restaurant belongs to a Malaysian Muslim.
For three weeks I have been having most of my dinners in this restaurant because I want to try all Korean food in its menu. This is what I had:

Kimchi Water


chicken porridge
I had eaten many other menus but I didn't upload the pictures. My final result would be, I like it because it has unique taste. I learned that they eat kimchi with almost anything. It was a good experience. 
Except after three weeks I probably wont come again because two days ago I saw two customers brought a dog and it happily pranced on the sofa that I loved to sit and eat. Seeing that the owner and manager is not sensitive like that I had decided to ban the restaurant. But I know some people don't mind it, but not me. Plus this is MY country and here, even non-halal food does not allow pets in their restaurant therefore I find it an offence to my sensitivity when a hugely advertised halal restaurant allows pets inside. Plus I had eaten most of the menus (although I am quite sad that I wont be eating some other that I want to try). Plus I had so many other choice.
Okay, let us move on. I also love shopping in a shop known as Living Life in the area as it sold all household items at reasonable price. By now you definitely had a good idea of my  definition of reasonable price but I repeat: it means price that correspond with quality and cheap. Since I had just moved into the rented room here (almost four months) I had to slowly acquire things that will help my accommodation suitable for me. This is some of the early things that I had bought in Living Life:

Riorox: RM2.50 (my biggest hit)
RM5 deodorizer for home (another big hit)
cute sturdy box for my clothes

I have been a regular patron since a few months ago and now all my household items (in rented room and mostly in my real house) comes from Living Life. I think my place had somehow looked like a Korean place in a way. haha. I have been buying gifts, utensils, mirrors, face mask, house cleaning items, well basically everything including toothbrush here.
I had lost faith in the items sold at regular store around my place because for a difference of RM1 or RM2 the quality is totally mediocre compared to whatever I bought in Living Life. Most of the times the price in Living Life equals that of our regular store for better quality and sometimes even way cheaper.
In Living Life I totally feel the real Korean culture that I always saw in the movie where they greet their customer politely and smiled even when I didn't buy anything. I love the way they said welcome and thank you whenever I came in or out. I particularly love it when they used to said it in Korean but since I am now a regular they usually greet me in English and sometimes excitedly practice their Malay with me (but because I really love it when they said in Korean I had to let them know that, and it was received with a bewildered look. haha).