Sunday, July 29, 2012


Sometimes, I am puzzled when people say, "Get Married, your life will be easier".. Easier in what sense, I ask myself. I see a lot of my friends, crying out publishing weird and mysterious status on facebook about trouble in paradise. Am I willing to let myself be weighed down by another human being who pretend to accept me for who I am but try to change me in little ways to his likings?

Another famous saying concerning marriage is "My husband likes me when I ________". Fill in the blanks. Why do you have to live your life according to rules and regulations by your significant others? I thought that people need to respect and accept each other when they are in love. But noooooo, we got to change our partner to suit our needs.

You have lived successfully on your own for your whole life and suddenly when you are married, the table turns in an instance? Why? I know wives are suppose to be subservient and adhere to their husbands whims and fancies, but nevertheless, is it worth it losing who you really are just for the sake of being with somebody who could not stand who you really are so much so that they have to change you into 'someone better' or so they say and you just let them do it to you because you think that you love your partner too much that if you don't change, your partner will leave you for 'someone better' (according to them)?

I know some people might say, well you are one sore hag who is so overweight that nobody wants to have a second look at you, that is why you are rambling here. Well, I am all those things but I value my individuality too much that I am not willing to be sacrificed for the sake of not being alone in this world and later regretting my decision to get married. I want to be free and inspired to be whatever I want to be. But I know, my weirdness and quirkiness might be too strange for someone to accept (while I was doing my first degree, I listened to Slipknot and my room mate ran for the hill as she thought I was practicing Satanism). Who would love a hair thinning, morbidly obese and emotionally unbalanced individual like me?

That's why every time TV or shit movies lie to the audience with some unacceptable happy endings where everybody loves everybody in the end of the movie, I can't help to scoff at the unreal situation. But then again, isn't that why we love movies so much? Because it depicts perfect people having perfect life, some sort of escapism from our rubbish and hellish life?

Thursday, July 12, 2012


I seriously felt fed up with the people that I meet today. I am currently doing an assignment on the morphology of the word Pantai Cahaya Bulan (PCB), which refers to the place that I am staying in right now and also one of the most famous tourism spots in Malaysia.

So, I went to Kelantan Tourism Information Centre, but the word Information there is just for decoration purpose only. En Roslan, the front desk person was more preoccupied to satisfy the need of a couple of FOREIGN TOURISTS rather than helping a fellow Malaysian, scraped that, a fellow Kelantanese. Why would you put someone who is clueless about the history of one of the most visited and must see places in Kelantan?

Then, under the scorching hot sun, I walked to Muzium Negeri Kelantan. The ticket seller outside the office was busy reading the newspaper and barely spoke when we asked him the question. we went inside the office, greeted by a heavily pregnant lady who then went inside the air-conditioned room and informed us that the honorary researcher, Tn Hj Salleh B Akib, also did not know the history of PCB. He did not have enough courtesy to come out himself or invite us in to tell us himself than he did not know. I found it rather surprising that a senior researcher like him did not simple facts about a famous place like PCB. However, the pregnant lady asked us to go to Majlis Perbandaran Kota Bharu-Bandaraya Islam (MPKB-BRI) which is across the street.

The only consolation for today that we got an interview with En Hasmi bin Mohd, the officer at the Zon Perhubungan Awam MPKB-BRI. Kudos to him for living up to the name of his department as he treated us nicely and agreed to be photographed and interviewed.  He also suggested that we went to Arkib Negeri Kelantan to look for more information.

 En Hasmi B Mohd, Thanks a lot to you!!

After that, we went up five flights of stairs to the said Arkib. Inside the Arkib, we found old editions of URTV’s and some journals and of course, the officers there did not know about PCB.

As a last resort, we went to Lembaga Pengalakkan Pelancongan Malaysia but their officers were having a meeting or too busy at the moment. Then, we went Bank Kerapu but the ticket-seller asked us to go to Muzium Negeri. By that time, I lost my ability to be mad so I just walked out without saying anything else. Thanks a lot for your ‘bountiful’ help! No wonder people outside Kelantan don’t really like our attitude since we place little or no respect at all for someone who is trying to know more about our cultural heritage.