Monday, August 14, 2017
Ambassador
I
seem to be finding inspiration from the IG of Chef Wan of late and this post is
no exception. Recently, he responded to a post by Aliff Syukri (I don’t know
this Aliff at all and I’m not interested in knowing him as I’m indifferent to
local ‘celebrities’) who was in Switzerland with his family. The latter stated
that he and his family had to eat by the roadside after being denied entry to
eat home-cooked food at a restaurant. He reasoned that it was difficult to get
halal food abroad and hence why they brought along home-cooked food.
My
reaction was like duh, what did you expect? Even in Malaysia, restaurant owners
won’t be happy if you bring outside food into their eateries. They don’t like
it for a number of possible reasons: because they want to you to order their
food, they don’t want to clean up your mess after you, they don’t want the risk
of whatever you bring possibly causing discomfort to other customers. Maybe
other customers would even prefer the look of your ‘outside food’ to the
restaurant and they ask for the same from the restaurant and of course the
restaurant wouldn’t be able to satisfy their request. Whatever the reasons,
almost all restaurants have this policy of not allowing outside food to be
brought in and regardless of whether we agree with the policy or not, we have
to accept that the restaurant has the right to turn you away if you do so. So
surely you shouldn’t be surprised if a restaurant abroad does the same too.
As
for the excuse of difficulty in accessing halal food, well, I’m sorry that I
don’t think it’s a valid excuse. Please don’t use religion or your observance
of it as an excuse to justify your behaviour. Islam is never meant to burden
its followers. There are other halal food options available (even though they
don’t come with halal certification): you can opt for seafood, sandwiches with
halal ingredients, salad, potatoes, sushi (depending where you are in the world
but most cities offer these anyway) or even vegetarian. And Muslims are a large
minority in Europe. You won’t have a problem finding Muslims in Switzerland! So
don’t give that excuse of difficulty in obtaining halal food in Europe. It
would be better if you told the truth that you were trying to be economical. I
myself don’t stop to eat at restaurants as I’m usually too much in a hurry. I’d
rather buy some buns or pizza slices and have them on the train or something. I
also pack some cereal bars too as snack. Nothing wrong at all with either being
economical or bringing your own food just as long as you know where and when
you can eat your food. Money can buy a lot of things but not class.
And
what’s with the idea of eating by the roadside and sharing it on your IG? Was
that to draw sympathy or attract more followers? Or was it to get your
followers to praise you for your humility or humbleness or nobility? Also,
there are so many parks in Europe; all you have to do is find one and have a
picnic in there.
I’m
sure we’ve had our fair share of encounters with the Chinese tourists. I’m
talking about those Chinese tourists who cut into queues, who go somewhere and
act all kiasu and are oblivious to other visitors, who act like they’re the
only ones who matter at any attractions sites, who pile up their plates at
buffet tables... in short, those tourists who give Chinese tourists such a bad
rep that they repel and disgust the locals and even the tour guides. Whenever I
come across them, I get uncomfortable and I can’t help wondering if that is how
they behave back home too. So, do we want to also give a similar bad rep to
ourselves and our country by behaving in ways that may cause discomfort,
disgust or disturbance among the locals? Do we want them to wonder if it’s
normal for people to eat by the roadside here too? Do we want the locals to
immediately dismiss us by lumping us in some category (‘oh typical Malaysians!’
‘Asians, what do you expect?’)? I don’t think so either. Oh, I know there are
people who would claim that they’re being true to themselves and they don’t
care what others think of them but, please, do have some pride.
We
are like ambassadors of our country when we travel abroad. As such, we should
strive to maintain the good name of our country by behaving accordingly (even
if the said name has been sullied by those in power who should know better, do
we still make things worse with our thoughtless behaviour?). Is it so difficult
to uphold the good name of the country and project a good image of oneself?
And
while we’re on this topic, what is it about the Malaysian lazy attitude? I’d
touched on this only last year. We’re inconsiderate and we don’t care if we sit
down too long at the restaurant - never mind that we have finished eating – and
obliviously deprive others from using the table. We claim to be well-travelled but
we fail to observe how other societies behave, their hygienic and tidy ways,
how they treat and respect everyone else, animals and the environment. We are
just too self-absorbed, selfish, inconsiderate, narcissistic, arrogant, blind
and uncaring. Maybe we’re not much different from most mainland Chinese
tourists then. We have the money to travel to new places, to learn and observe
from the locals but money can’t buy us awareness, wisdom and, as mentioned
above, class.
I’ll
leave you with these respective quotes by William G. Taylor and Henry Fielding:
‘Travellers are just commuters with a wider perspective’ and ‘I describe not
men, but manners; not an individual, but a species.’ I’m not sure if we Malaysians
can say we have a wide perspective nor can I say if we can be proud of
ourselves as a species.
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
8/14/2017 01:38:00 pm
|
Labels: RANTS, REFLECTIONS
Monday, August 07, 2017
Earth Overshoot Day
The
Earth Overshoot Day, the day when humans’ annual demand on natural resources
exceeds what our planet can regenerate or reproduce in one year, fell on 2
August this year. Yes, we had managed to use a year’s worth of resources injust seven months. This means we have used and consumed more trees, fish and water than can be regenerated over the entire year and emitted more carbon than what the forests and oceans are able to absorb.
The Global Footprint Network calculates each year’s
Overshoot Day and according to the calculations, we’re using the resources of
1.7 planets every year. The equation has four main factors: how much we
consume; how efficiently products are made; how many of us there are; and how
much nature’s ecosystem is able to produce. The Overshoot Day and how many earths we need differ among
countries as the pictures below show.
When
will we ever wake up and acknowledge that global warming is real? When will we
realise that our greed, insatiable appetite and unthinking ways are putting constraints on the
environment? We are using more ecological resources than nature can possibly regenerate
and this is putting the Earth on an unsustainable trajectory. We are demanding
more from the Earth than it can produce. You can track what impact your own
actions have on the world’s natural resources here.
I
was at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel prayer room just last Saturday. As my usual
practice, I went to the bathroom first before performing part of ablutions at
the bathroom (the bathroom tap dispenses water automatically so I could control
how much water I should use and not get my clothes wet as I’d be prone to do if
performing ablutions at the prayer room. Of course I still had to wash my feet
in the prayer room) before heading to the prayer room. There were two ladies
who were there ahead of me and they took so long to perform ablutions that I had
finished two sunat prayers and started on my Zuhor prayers before they were
done with their ablutions. The taps were on full blast and I couldn’t help
wondering at the gallons of water wasted and how they managed to keep their
clothes dry. Was it necessary to waste so much water (and mind you, that was no isolated event)? In Mecca and Medinah,
pilgrims are able to perform ablutions using only a small bottle of water so
why do we use so much water here? Similarly, why do we use so much water to
wash our cars and porch? Have we forgotten the drought days of El Niño
when it got so bad that we had to live days where the tap water was switched
off and only had hours to refill our containers and pails when the tap water
was switched back on? It’s alarming how short our memories are!
It’s
time we start changing our unsustainable ways of living. Educate
our children and teach even our pets not to waste resources (I wince whenever I see
video clips of cats playing with tap water). We are already living
in deficit as it is. The world’s resource bank has gone into overdraft!
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
8/07/2017 01:30:00 pm
|
Labels: ENVIRONMENT, REFLECTIONS
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Adek In Sydney 2017- Part II
Friday,
14 July 2017
We
had decided to go to Parramatta today and left our room at almost 10:00. We
walked up to Circular Quay (took us 45 minutes), bumping into fellow Gooners
along the way. After consulting electronic board, we went to the designated
wharf and waited. There was a bit of confusion as the boards first showed our
ferry departing from right side and then showed it departing from the left
side. We departed later than scheduled too. It took one hour and 23 minutes to
reach Parramatta by ferry but at least you get to experience riding the ferry.
Parramatta is the furthest stop inland that ferry can go.
At
Parramatta, we waited for the Parramatta Shuttle Bus that takes you on a
continuous loop around downtown. We got down near Parramatta Park and left not
long after. We then took the shuttle bus on another loop before getting down
near Centenary Square. To be honest, I found Parramatta a tad underwhelming. We
then went to Westfield Parramatta as we wanted to find free wifi – the mall
provided it, Alhamdulillah! – to check in for the flight back. We’d only
arrived a couple of days earlier and would already be departing after the next
couple of days. Well, I didn’t intend to stay too long in Sydney anyway. It has
become more and more expensive over the years and I sadly only earn Malaysian
Ringgit.
I then went to browse some stores to find some wipes that my sister asked me to
and after a dozen stores and spending 10 minutes on average at the wipes aisle
of those stores, I concluded that the particular brand that she wanted was no
longer in production. I bought some crisps and then went to check out Target
before leaving. We got the train back to Central within 3 minutes of its
departure and it took only 26 minutes.
Today
was my last fasting day so after prayers, we cooked dinner at the kitchen a floor
up.
Saturday, 15 July 2017
I
slept again after Suboh and got up after 08:00. We left for Paddy’s Market
after breakfast but didn’t buy any souvenirs. We came back at almost noon and
stayed in. I took advantage of this and made progress on my book. We left at
17:30 after having dinner and performing prayers and went to Central station.
This time, there was a direct train to Olympic Park. Even better!
We
headed directly for the stadium and entered (hardly any queue by the time we
arrived). Our seats this time were at the fourth row from the boards that
separated the pitch from the spectators. The crowds around us were more vocal
too this evening and there were always a few individuals trying to get us to
start chanting. So much so, one bloke in front of missed one of the goals (he
was too busy looking back and rallying us). I also heard another chap a few
rows behind saying that we all just wanted to watch the match.
This
time, the rush back to the station wasn’t as bad as on Thursday and we managed
to squeeze into the first train that arrived. There were some vocal Gooners in
the carriage we entered and we all sang our way back to Central station. Now that
was fun!
Sunday,
16 July 2017
I
woke up early this morning after the post-Suboh kip to finish packing. We had a
late breakfast and left at 09:45. We followed the same route back to the
airport that we took on Wednesday in reverse and arrived at the airport almost
an hour later. After dropping off our bags and getting our boarding passes, we
cleared security and immigration. There’s no prayer room once you clear
immigration so I performed prayers in the parents’ room before making my way to
the gate.
We
took off on time and landed at KLIA at 20:00. The bags came out well after we
finished performing prayers and we took a Grab back to KL.
So
that was my third trip to Sydney and sixth to Australia. I doubt if I’ll be
back because there are many more places that I haven’t been to. Thanks anyway Sydney
for all the memories.
~~~~~~~~
Just
a bit on my Airbnb: from the airport, you can take a cab or Uber (AUD20-40
depending on traffic and terminal (departing from international terminal would
cost more), or you can take the Airport train to Central. The Airport train
costs AUD16.22 from the airport to Central with an Opal card as you have to pay
the airport access fee of AUD13.80 so we chose to walk to Wolli Creek instead. The
Airbnb is pretty near Central station, about 15 minutes’ walk away. You can
also take a bus from Eddy Avenue Stand C, routes 338, 374, 376 and 391; get off
at Flinders St near South Dowling, cross at the lights and walk three minutes
downhill to the front door. We chose to walk.
We
had to get the keys from a locked box at the unit next door and after opening
the door, walk up the stairs to the first landing where the bathroom and TV
room are. Our room is one of the two rooms just a few steps up the landing and it
overlooks South Dowling St. There is another flight of stairs up to the host’s housemate’s
room, a bathroom and kitchen and another room above the kitchen (accessed from
the kitchen). The two other housemates couldn’t be friendlier.
My
comments are that the room is slightly dusty (those with dust allergy should
avoid it) and the dustbin in the kitchen just overflew, and the housemates were
not diligent about keeping the kitchen counter and sink empty so a few times I washed
up their glasses and crockery. I know I wasn’t paying to stay at a hotel (too
dang expensive and even this Airbnb didn’t come cheap what with inflated Sydney
prices) but I would have appreciated a cleaner and tidier kitchen. Not sure how
frequent garbage collection is there or why no one bothered to take the trash
out. Those are my main comments.
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
7/26/2017 01:27:00 pm
|
Monday, July 24, 2017
Adek In Sydney 2017- Part I
This
plan was hatched on 9 December 2015 when I first heard Arsenal were planning to
go to Sydney. Then seven months later, in early July 2016, I received an email
from Arsenal informing of a 48-hour priority window to secure tickets for the
matches against Sydney FC and Western Sydney Wanderers. So on 16 July 2016,
with the help of CT, I tried and finally managed to secure tickets – and all
whilst preparing drinks for guests who came to visit (it was a few days after
Eid then). Having secured the tickets, I then searched for air tickets and
finally purchased a return AirAsia ticket. Truth be told, I was planning to
visit Sydney again having been there twice before, or any part of Australia as
I’d been there 5 times before. But hey, never say never.
In
mid-February 2017, I decided to search for MAS tickets instead and bought them
via Expedia. I had made a booking at a hotel via booking.com before deciding to
source a host via Airbnb. After having a couple of reservations declined and
one cancelled, I finally managed to secure a room at a flat in Surry Hills.
Phew, Alhamdulillah! Then it was just a matter of time of waiting for the
tickets to arrive (electronically in my case) and applying for a visa.
Tuesday,
11 July 2017
I
left office and got a ride from my dear colleague to KL Sentral. I was fasting
today and broke fast at Le Meridien Hotel. After performing prayers, I had some
char kuay teow (the taste left much to be desired though) before going down to
take the bus. I had a sudden fear of the 21:30 bus being full so decided to
take the 21:00 bus and it turned out to be quite empty. And I found out the
flight was retimed to depart 20 minutes later than scheduled. Strewth.
We
reached KLIA after only 50 minutes and after dropping off our bags, we went in.
I had my main meal then as I was planning to fast the following day.
Wednesday,
12 July 2017
We
took off after midnight and as usual sleep was elusive. I liked the area where
I sat; the first row of economoney and there are only two rows in that space
before the food preparation area. We were not business class but we were
somehow isolated from the rest of the cabin class passengers. Sleep was elusive
as usual and at one point, I got up and had some water as I was feeling
dehydrated. I then asked one of the cabin crew, Miss Afiza, when breakfast
would be served as I was planning to fast the following day. She told me it
would be served 2.5 hours before arrival, i.e. about 07:30 Sydney time but
05:30 Perth time. I had checked that Suboh was at 05:50 in Perth then so
technically if they served us on time, I would be able to have my breakfast as
predawn meal. And what do you know, Miss Afiza came and served me ahead of
everyone, including those with special dietary needs. She remembered our conversation!
How thoughtful, sweet and considerate was that? I had my meal gratefully.
Syukur alhamdulillah. She did tell me to hurry as Suboh was approaching. No
problem, I thought.
We
landed into a wet wet wet Sydney at 09:50 but our plane was made to wait on the
runway (along with about 5 other planes ahead of ours). A while turned out to
be 45 minutes and I was desperately holding my bladder throughout. We were
finally assigned another bay as the plane occupying our designated bay was
still there. I was worried that there would be a long queue at immigration but
I needn’t have worried as the officers were pretty quick. We did have to queue
to clear quarantine though but we cleared it without much ado.
After
freshening up, we went to WH Smith to buy Opal cards. I’d done my research and
AUD20 would be sufficient to load into our cards. The chap manning the counter
was on the phone and looked and sounded distracted but he asked us what we needed
and we told him. After asking for directions from a lady to Wolli Creek, we set
off, passing by another WS Smith shop.
It
was pissing rain and we walked about one km to Wolli Creek. It wasn’t far but
it wasn’t much fun in the rain. At the station, we looked at the electronic
displays before heading to the right platform to Central station, not realising
the machine where we had to tap our Opal cards. I had to return back to the
station entrance to tap and was not happy at all to find that one card had
AUD40 value while the other had no value. I asked at a nearby kiosk and they
couldn’t do anything either as Opal is run by a different private company. I was
seething at this point and was angry that I had to part with another AUD20 to
reload the empty card. Stupid WH Smith man. Damn you!!!
We
reached Central station after about 12 minutes and I was not amused to find
that the machine deducted AUD5.95 from my card when the fare should have been
only AUD2.36. Seriously?! Barely a few hours after arriving and I was already pissed
off. It was still pissing rain when we walked out of the station, crossed over
to Foveaux St that climbed up until the Crown Street intersection (no wonder it’s
called Surry Hills!) and continued on Fitzroy St until we reached our Airbnb room (an upgrade from this room just next door to the one we stayed at).
After
freshening up and performing prayers, we left and walked out and walked up to
Sydney Opera House. The weather was acting up again with brief spells of
sunshine alternating with spells of drizzle. I broke my fast at Sydney Opera House
and on the way back, we stopped at Gelato Messina at Gateway Plaza. We also
dropped by Romeo’s and Aldi to buy food. We reached our room after 8 p.m. and
rested.
Thursday,
13 July 2017
I woke up at 04:45 and had my pre-dawn meal. I had another kip after Suboh prayers and got up after 08:00. We left after 09:00 and headed out. It was a beautiful winter’s day with endless skies overhead and not a cloud in sight. What a welcome change from the day before! We stumbled upon The Salvation Army shop at Crown St and had a browse. It had a good selection of clothes, household items, toys and books and some shoes and accessories. After that, we went to check out Hermès (branded luxury goods cost more in Australia but I wanted to check out the offerings) before heading to Queen Victoria Building. Anyway, after The Salvation Army shop, I didn’t feel like browsing the departmental store or other high-street shops. We then went to Woolworths and then Coles before I detoured to Paddy’s Market. I spotted a few Gooners there in their Arsenal tops (I was wearing one too beneath the shawl and jacket). I stumbled upon the produce area (never been to that area of market before and it’s mainly run by Chinese Indonesians. I finally bought some broccoli but not before telling off the rude obnoxious seller not to be so rude. I then returned to the Airbnb. There
are some road works going on in some parts of the CBD, just like around the airport
on the way to Wolli Creek.
We left at 15:15 and headed to Central station. Our match ticket included free public transportation until early the following morning so we followed instructions and crowd to the platform. We took the train to Lidcombe where we had to change trains (and platforms) to Olympic Park. We arrived early enough and after walking around the food stalls selling various snacks and the various Arsenal kiosks, we decided to head over to Pullman Hotel. I broke fast there and even performed prayers at a small corner in the hotel lobby (no prayer room in the hotel). We only made our way to the ANZ Stadium after 18:15 and the stadium was still empty. There were a couple of giant screens showing highlights of goals etc. and after a while, a few groups of school kids decked out in their various sports attire came out and walked half-way around the stadium before disappearing into the tunnel. The stadium started filling up and the Arsenal lads finally came out to warm up at 19:35.
The match kidkced off just after 20:00 and we sat back to enjoy. Well, we did get occasionally frustrated with Theo and Welbz but we finally managed a 2-0 win. We left at 22:30 after battling our way out of the stadium to the train station and to the platform. This time, the train took us directly to Central station without us having to change trains at lidcombe. Alhamdulillah. We dropped by Woolworths Central as I wanted to buy some milk (Woolworths closes at midnight). Then we walked up the hill back to the Airbnb.
To
be continued
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
7/24/2017 01:35:00 pm
|
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Charmed Life
I’m
going to do another frivolous post today and this time I’m going to talk about
charms. Specifically bag charms and includes bag accessories too. Do you do it?
Do you dress and accessorise up your bags?
I
read that it could be a cultural thing. For instance, in Japan, the girls there
love to accessorise their bags and even have gizmos hanging from their
handphones. In other countries, some women sniff their noses at this idea of
accessorising one’s bags: they feel expensive bags should not be saddled with
charms or accessories, nor do the bags need them in the first place. Parisian women
especially don’t wear big logos and other accessories on bags. They claim they like
to be mysterious and they consider too many accessories give a cheap look. They
prefer to project what they claim is understated luxury or understated elegant
nonchalance.
In
other countries, it’s pretty much do what you love although it does look like
it’s mainly Asian and American girls who like accessorising their bags, me
included. I say, to each her own! I love accessories myself and hardly leave
home without a fashion necklace or bracelet or rings. On some days, I may wear
a couple of necklaces, a couple of bracelets and at least a couple of rings and
on top of all that, I also put on a flower brooch and/or belt. If there is one
accessory I don’t leave home without, it is my watch. I get upset if I somehow
forget to wear my watch because I rely on it so much and my wrist just feels
naked without my watch (I don’t get as upset if I leave my handphone behind so
you can see which one I value more or rather which one’s absence I would feel
more). So it’s a natural extension for me to also accessorise my bags with a
simple bag charm or twilly (I may have even invested in some charms for shoes
too but if I did, I can’t recall where they are now). I don’t go overboard (at
least I don’t think so!) and I don’t accessorise all handbags that I carry,
only selected ones. I don’t accessorise my Chanel bags but I do accessorise
some of my Louis Vuitton and Hermès bags. Some bags are already
heavy enough even without the added bag charm so I only use light charms. I
also draw the line at spending on Fendi Karlito and monster bag charms: they
are expensive and I don’t find them appealing.
There’s
also a comment that twillies are so last decade but hey, I want to enjoy
carrying my bags without having to deal with the headache and heartache of
premature wear and tear on the handles. Also, twillies help absorb the oil from
my hands. After all, I’ve spent a fortune on my bags so it makes sense to me to
care for them in my own way.
Is
bag accessorising a young thing? Well, I’m a believer of ‘you don’t stop
playing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop playing’. Maybe one
day I’ll grow out of it. Yeah, I can’t see a lady in her 50s still rocking bag
charms but hey, fashion changes and who knows it wouldn’t look and sound so odd
in the next decade or so.
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
7/11/2017 01:39:00 pm
|
Labels: BAGS, RANTS, REFLECTIONS
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
Visiting Etiquette
I
thought it’d be apt to touch on visiting etiquette (as some of us are still in
Eid celebrating mood) and yes, this post is also inspired by Chef Wan’s recent
Instagram post.
As
Chef Wan mentioned, do give the hosts some time to spend quality family time
together especially on the morning of the first day of Eid before descending
upon them. Be considerate and mindful that the hosts would also like to seek
forgiveness from each other and take family photos together. After all, the
hosts may not meet each other as frequently as they would have liked either and
as everyone are together and all donning new clothes, of course they would like
to capture that moment. Guests can start visiting after 10:30 or 11:00 and no
later than 21:00.
Do
not expect too much from the hosts. The intention of visiting is to reinforce the
relationship with the hosts, to seek forgiveness and wish each other well. Not
solely to eat. If there is good food, Alhamdulillah, that’s a bonus. If not,
simple cookies should suffice. Don’t make the hosts feel pressured into going
out of their way to prepare special dishes for you especially if you come to
visit after the second day of Eid.
Do
not overstay. Sure, you want to spend time together with the hosts, to catch up
and reminisce the good old days but remember that the hosts may have had other
obligations or engagements that they’re too polite to mention to you. Our good
neighbours once visited until way past 11:00 pm and while I love them and all,
I had to stay up to wait for them to leave (I have to pass the hall to get to
my bedroom). I had to sleep and get up early the next day to go to work
(they’re pensioners and don’t have the need to rush home). I’ve had a
particular cousin who once came in the afternoon and stayed on until it was
dusk so of course we invited her and family to perform Maghrib prayers together
as we didn’t want them to miss the prayers should they suddenly be caught in an
unexpected crawl on their way home. They finally left after 9 pm. I think they
were expecting us to invite them to stay for dinner (I was also getting hungry
by then) but I didn’t as we only had enough food for the two of us for dinner.
Abah was also prevented from going to the madrasah as he is wont to do every
evening.
If
you bring small children or toddlers, do keep a sharp eye on them. Make sure
they behave and not run amok in the hosts’ house. Make sure they do not pile
too much on their plates (and same goes to the parents/guardians too!) and they
do not spill any food or drinks anywhere. Some parents these days are content
to watch their little terrors run around the house, terrorising the hosts’
pets, opening up cupboards and drawers etc. and doing nothing about it. If
anything, they seem proud to have bred those little monsters. They shrug off
any feelings of guilt by saying they are kids after all, let them play. They
are blind, mute and deaf to the destruction of their precious monsters. If that
was me, I’d be given an evil side eye by Mummy. We were all disciplined by our
parents when we were small (I sure do hope so!) so why don’t we also discipline
our offspring? Why would we want others to label our children as unruly and
lacking discipline? And surely you don’t want to leave the hosts feeling angry and
stressed after your visit at the stains and any ruined furniture. You wouldn’t
take it kindly if that had happened to your home either.
Do
give your hosts ample notice of your intended visit instead of just barging in.
This is to save them any embarrassment of maybe having an untidy house, being
indecently dressed to receive guests or being unable to play hosts because they
are unwell. Having given notice, by no means though should you expect the hosts
to be serving special dishes when you have given notice of your visit; after
all, the visit is to reinforce your relationship and to catch up with each
other.
Do
be punctual and respect your hosts’ time. The same cousin I mentioned earlier once
rang to say she was coming with her family in the afternoon around 3 pm. I
forewent my siesta and fried some pastries and then sat down to wait. And we
waited and waited until they finally showed up well after 5:30 pm. I was not
best pleased to have been denied my siesta and how selfish could she get
anyway? What made her think we didn’t have any plans for the evening? Did she
think we’d be happy to still receive her visit if she had arrived at 8 pm too?
Just last Friday, my sister-in-law told my sister that she and family would be
coming on Saturday morning. My poor sister went to the market early on Saturday
and began to cook and cook for hours. And guess what? They finally showed up
after 3 and left before 4:30 pm! It’s such a blinking shame that Malays being
Muslims place such low importance on time and their word of promise and have no
respect and consideration for others’ time.
Ever
since Mummy left us and I moved back home, I made it a point not to cook for
guests, including my brothers and their families. First off, I hate cooking and
secondly, I’m not going to slave in the kitchen. It’s all I can do to maintain
my sanity by going to work (travelling to/fro work and being at work already
takes an average of 12 hours) and maintaining two houses. I’m sorry but there’s
only one of me to do everything at home and micasa (cooking, ironing, sweeping
inside and outside the house, watering plants, changing bed linens and curtains
etc.) and I’m not going to spend any limited time I have left cooking. Some
guests are wise enough to realise this and come bringing food. To them, I say
thank you for your understanding and kind gesture. Otherwise, perhaps it would
be better to head out to a coffee shop or a cosy restaurant; this way, both the
guests and hosts can catch up without any interruption. And any children that
are included would usually (hopefully) behave better in a public setting.
Let’s
strive to be both good hosts and guests, shall we, to make any visit a fruitful
one and to reinforce the relationship between the two parties. That is the intention
of visiting each other after all.
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
7/04/2017 01:34:00 pm
|
Labels: RANT, REFLECTIONS
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Un-flat-tering Footwear
There
was a directive a couple of months ago that we are all now to don covered
footwear to work. This means we can no longer wear sandals, slippers, FitFlops
or Birkenstock to work or out during lunch or to Friday prayers for the men.
This had understandably caused a stir especially those among us who take the
public transportation. I for one would not wear my office footwear on my daily
commute because I walk and I walk A LOT (at least 3.5 km daily - and that
excludes the walking in the office because I don’t carry my handphone
everywhere).
I
do get that wearing sandals or slippers at work does not give one a
professional image and I agree with that (for that matter, it’s not
professional to wear ballerina flats at work either despite them being covered
footwear!). I take pride in how I dress for work and the image that I project
because I represent my employer. I do not want to be labelled as unprofessional
and I don’t want to send the wrong message that those who work where I do,
don’t care about how they dress or don’t care about their professional image.
But for me, coming to work in sandals or Birkenstock is not a problem as long
as you shed them off and are shod in covered shoes at work.
It
is causing a problem for me because I need to wear comfortable practical
footwear that won’t wear off fast. I definitely am not going to wear heels to
work because they are impractical for people like me who ride the public transportation
and walk quite a bit. So like it or not, I have to resort to wearing flats or
ballerina to work (only to work and not at work because I have stopped liking
flats a long time ago. I’m vertically challenged and flats do not help me one
bit) and the most practical for me are... Crocs. They are comfortable,
practical, do not give off odour, dry easily should I have to walk in heavy
rain, light and not slippery. Yes, some of them are not aesthetically pleasing
but hey Crocs can’t tick every box.
So
yes, for now, I come to and return back from work in boring Crocs. In the
meantime, while I dislike flats and ballerinas, I’m lusting after a pair of
Charlotte Olympia Kitty Flats. But oh look at the price! I suppose I can DIY a pair...
Charlotte Olympia Kitty Flats
Until
I get my paws on a pair of Kitty Flats, I’ll rock my Kitty Pumps >^..^<
*meow*
SCRIBBLED BY
ADEK FÀB
at
6/20/2017 01:17:00 pm
|
Subscribe to:
Comment Feed (RSS)