Saturday, May 31, 2008

It's All New....

  The last few weeks of working here at Century has been fun. I get to hang around with people my age and most importantly they are local people and not foreigners so I get to talk in Malay. Made some new friends, remembered some peoples' names but there is still some more people I don't know and I also don't recognize who are the bosses here.

    I got close acquainted with Yan and Yat, especially Yan. We went to breakfasts and lunches together and places(KLCC, Masjid Jamek) and I found that we have a lot in common too. We had fun hanging out together and gossiping(hehe..). I think it's kinda hard to really find someone at the workplace whom you can really clicked. It's too bad that she chooses to resign and work with her former employee(PERNEC). I'm gonna miss having her around.

    I found out that I still didn't get the salary increment when I check my bank account. So I know that I had to ask my manager(Ms Sothy) about it. But as usual I was afraid to ask about it. Yan and Yat had to pester me to do it and so finally I asked her about it on Friday lunch when most people are not in the office. It turns out that she kinda forgot about my offer letter and I can't get the increment until I get the offer letter. Sigh...It's been 2 months since my appraisal and I should have gotten that increment by now.

    So I did bought a car last Sunday. Not a Kancil or a Kelisa(although I really want Kelisa). They're out of stock. I bought Viva 1.0 AT. Kak Ainna brought me to this Perodua dealership at PJ where her friend works. The car costs 44.2k and I got 1.5k discount. I didn't go for Myvi simply because they are slightly more expensive and lets face it, I don't really care what kind of car it is, as long as it is an auto transmission. So the bank called me and told me that I had to have a guarantor. Man doesn't have a payslip since he now works on his own, Ani flatly refuses to be my guarantor and luckily Lan agreed to be my guarantor without much hesitation. So i guess I'll be getting that car in a couple of weeks and lets hope I have enough money to pay for the downpayment when the time comes.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Today's men not like our fathers

Today’s men not like our fathers
A Writer's Life
By DINA ZAMAN (taken from The Star newspaper)

On my flight back to Kuala Terengganu last week, I sat next to two young girls who were attending a company seminar. When they heard that I worked for a non-governmental organisation, they said: “Akak, please advise us, we have a problem.” One of the girls told me her predicament: her husband now uses condoms with her because he’s been sleeping around, and because he didn’t know where the girls have been and because he loves her, the wife, he’s protecting her. From disease.Wow. Is that love or what?

So I sat there and did an Oprah. When we separated at the airport, I thought to myself: I should have become a Syariah lawyer instead of a writer.Over the past one year, so many people I knew divorced or were in the act of getting a divorce. If it weren’t the husband catching hold of me at the magazine shop, to ask me to speak to his errant wife, it would be my women friends calling or meeting me to break the news.

Sometimes my readers email me and tell me things. It’s odd, but you never get used to the news of a divorce. To me, it’s heartbreaking to hear of a marriage failing beyond repair.The perennial question these women ask me, as well as their parents, my parents and aunts and uncles: what has happened to this generation of Malay men? “Why are they not like our fathers?”

My Auntie K’s answer to this was that there was too much MSG in all the food the men ate at the mamaks. My father chuffed up and said, of course no man could be like him; he (my father) was The Original Malay Man. And my mother and some of her friends wonder why, why, why.

If before divorce was due to infidelity, abuse or disenchantment, nowadays the war cry among young women is that their husbands are lazy, irresponsible and just want a flashy lifestyle.Since their wives are educated and working, duit rokok boleh la tibai kat bini (the wives can support them). And what even boggles the mind is that despite the lack of cash and employment, some of these men actually have girlfriends.

I don’t get it. What kind of woman would want to date a lazy sod? I certainly don’t.There’s the husband who beats up the wife to the point that her parents have to intervene, as he was starting to abuse his own child.What does the husband say to the in-laws? If they want him to stop and to divorce the wife, pay him RM1mil. The parents actually do, because they want to save their daughter’s and grandchild’s lives.

Then there’s the harried wife with children who’s been married for over eight years. Every morning, the suami tersayang goes to work in a suit.One day the ah longs appear at the doorstep and threaten her and the kids and she finds out the truth: the blinkin’ monkey never worked in his life, and had been borrowing money from the sharks. He also had a gambling habit and a “‘lifestyle'.

Then there’s the young cute husband who’s creative. He’s in “media”. Not only does he sleep and eat and live off his in-laws, later on, it is discovered that he bought his foreign degree from the Internet. Yes, he forged it for a few American bucks.Even stranger, the marriage was not consummated. Last I heard, “I’m still a virgin, Kak Dina.” Aiyoyo. (Why marry-lah if you’re not going to consummate it?) Oh yes, the husband said in a marriage, there’s no sex. Go figure.

He’s too lazy to pray. He doesn’t want to work. He wants to stay home and watch TV. He does not contribute to household expenses. Baru nak apply for tender dah ada GRO. He expects the wife to pay for everything. He expects the father-in-law to pay for everything.

I go to usrahs given by ulamas such as Ustaz Asri, Ustaz Kariman, Ustaz Arifin. You name it.Even at the usrahs, everyone is asking why divorce is so high and why the current generation of Malay boys are not responsible. Unlike their fathers. And fathers-in-law.

The funny thing is, when the wives give up trying to save their marriages and dive head-on for a divorce, these irresponsible boys suddenly rediscover religion and start behaving like pompous gits.At the court, one soon to be ex-husband tells the judge the wife is not a good Muslim. Sometimes she does not perform all her five daily prayers.The soon to be ex-wife then shoots back, if she’s not an isteri mithali what about him? His Friday night out with the boys and coming back reeking of beer and cheap women’s perfume?He then gets angry and tells her that he is STILL her husband, and he’s a Malay man, a Muslim one, so she better shut up. She tells him to go s***w himself and hopes he gets AIDS.The judge? Geleng kepala kot.

Just when I, Little Ms D, think it’d be nice to REMARRY, and then my mother can stop pestering me to marry the boyfriend, a story like this crops up and I run off. Marriage is for the brave. The quality of Malay men can’t have deteriorated that badly, no?

I see an old friend for tea. She looks like a walking aubergine. Brinjal to you. Her husband beats her up for the heck of it and to discipline her. I ask her, why did she marry him? She tells me: “Dina, I’m like you. Our fathers were diplomats. We had non-Malay boyfriends. But at the end of the day, semoden-moden kita ni, we think of God. So I married him because of bangsa dan ugama. I married a Malay man because I thought of akhirat.” She weeps and tells me: “Fat lot of good that did me.”

I don’t know why the new generation of Malay men are not like my father and his friends. They are practising Muslims, they’re successful, and they’re monogamous. They don’t beat up their wives. They brought their daughters up to rule the world.I’d marry someone like my dad and his friends, but that’s disgusting. Can you imagine having a son-in-law the same age as your dad?

So yes. Please. Someone, answer us. Why aren’t Malay men these days like our fathers?

Friday, May 9, 2008

Taking Chances...

    This week has been surreal and an emotional roller coaster ride for me. First I was told on Monday that it was going to be my last day there at Mimos and I was to go back to my company the next day. Originally the transfer was supposed to be on the 15th but somehow it was fast forwarded. and what happened at my office the next day, well that is another story. I was sort of dreading the transfer and then this has to happen (no thanks to that guy whose name starts with S and ends with an A). So I had to finish up my work, although it is not completed as how I plan it to be and I did not even get to properly say good bye to everyone there. That night I felt sad and disappointed that this part of my life is over and I feel like I have to start over and it is scaring me.

    Next day was sort of chaotic at the office because since they were not expecting me this early. I don’t have a desk of my own to do my work because everywhere else is full. So I had to sit at other people’s table. At least I did get a laptop and a task to be done so I don’t just hang around and ‘menganga’. I also found out that the company is moving its office to PJ, section 19 to be exact. That sure is a shocker to me. I googled the map for the place just so that I can be sure where it is and I asked around how to get there by public transportation. So for me, I would have to board the Komuter of course, get off at KL Sentral then take the Putra and disembark at Asia Jaya station. From there I have there options. 1) take a bus to the place (which is called Dataran Three Two Square, weird name), 2) take a taxi(don’t know how much that will cost), and 3) walk (yes, walking, which was estimated it would take about 20-30 minutes).

    Let’s review the options. Taking a bus? God, I am so terrified of taking the bus. Whenever I think about having to take a bus, I would think about all this horrible things that could happen to me (hyperactive imagination) and I know bus services are so much slower and more unreliable than the Komuter and then there’s all the foreign people taking the bus (again, hyperactive imagination) and what if I had to work late? From what I found out, the bus service for after work only available to a certain time and having to wait for a bus at night? (again, hyperactive imagination here). Take a taxi? Well, it would probably be much easier and comfortable but I have a feeling it could cost a lot and again, what if I had to work late? I prefer not to take the taxi at night, it scares me (again, hyperactive imagination). Walking? Well, out of the three options, I would rather take this. Simply because it doesn’t cost me much and I don’t have to be in a crowded place where the people smells. But could I walk there for 30 minutes in my two inch shoes?

    There is another option, which is buying a car. Initially I wanted to buy a car next year, after calculating by that time I would have a substantial amount of money for the down payment. Now that circumstances have changed, I might have to change my plan. But I am having hesitations simply because right now my savings is pretty low and more importantly I am not sure if I am ready for that kind obligation. I know my expense per month is pretty high. Then, I have to consider about how much I have to spend for tolls and gas. That place is pretty far. Sigh…Undoubtedly, if I am going to buy a car, it would have to be an auto gear car. Can’t drive a manual. Sigh….That means the car is going to cost more. Sigh….The funny thing is I have already set a date with my sis in law n my brother to go see her friend who is a car dealer although I am still unsure if I am really going to buy this car. The car (if I am going to buy) is going to be a Kancil, no doubt, since I cannot afford the more expensive ones and I am afraid to drive a big car.

    But then again there is another option. I could rent a place near my office. Hmmmm…..Naaaahhhhhh! Not going to happen

 
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