Orang kata bila kita di rantauan, mudah sungguh kita lupa kampung halaman. I guess it is true to a certain extent, especially for those who called themselves orang bandar. You might argue that one case is no case at all, but for me, one case is already a good example. In my flat, there are 3 Malaysians (of different ethnicity each), including myself. The others are Asians, but not Malaysians. I want to describe to you what I feel about them, which is obviously from my personal observation.Seorang makcik ni memang kaki kalut. She can be kepoh at times, but most of the times, dia suka lepak in her room. She says she'll get headaches if she were to watch TV at the living room. As such, she likes to watch DVDs in the room. She's kind of nice, though she can be fickleminded. I know she comes from a well-to-do family, punya family business di Kompleks Aik Aik tu. Yet, she takes good care of herself, and the things around her. Berjimat cermat dah memang cara dia, and bersih. What she does in her room is totally personal, but overall, I like her, and I can tolerate her. Dan dia datang dari Jalan Laksamana, who would have thought that I get to meet my orang kampung here. She respects our differences in religion and dia selalu tanya if it is of offense if she were to take something, like her ba alif ba ya. And interestingly, for a Chinese, dia suka translate her ideas from BM into English, kadang-kadang kelakar, hehehehe ... Dalam erti kata lain, dia ni memang nyonya. Pantang bab-bab duit ni, tapi tak menyakitkan hati. Dia buat kerja dia, kita buat kerja kita. Lurus bendul gak, patuh pada regulations.
Lagi seorang makcik tu, nampak cool all the time. Maklumlah dah setahun setengah in Perth. Badannya cekeding, tapi lagaknya kalah Mak Limah TESL. Kononnya datang dari bandaraya KL, dan nampak gayanya macam datang dari family yang senang. Ada sedara mara di seluruh Ivy Leagues di dunia ini. Mungkin la agaknya, I never asked. Yang aku tahu, dia pernah cerita yang dia telah melancong ke beberapa negara luar. Aku ingat lagi, dari hari pertama aku jejak kaki ke flat ini, dia dah bercerita not only to me, but also to my parents that dia dalam process nak memohon jadi warganegara di sini. That's funny, isn't it ... katanya hidup di sini tak sama macam di Malaysia. Cakap dah lah very the orang putih, gaya tak perlu lah cerita, kawan baik cum penasihat memang orang putih, cuma dia saja yang tak berapa putih... hehehehehe. Umur muda, baru 21, betul ke keputusan dia tu? When I come to view it, teruk sangat ke Malaysia tu? Bagus sangat ke negara orang putih ni, sampaikan tak sabar-sabar dia nak pulang, dan datang semula untuk menggenapkan 2 tahun tinggal di sini? Agak pengotor orangnya dalam bergaya tu, pinggan mangkuk dibiar berendam berhari-hari, bila masak tu, kurang mahir bab cuci mencuci. Katanya, masa dengan flatmates dari Spore & Amerika, semuanya cincai belaka. Tak siapa kisah sekotor mana. hehehehe, itu lah penangannya terlalu asyik dan kagum dengan barang orang, sampai barang sendiri dicampak pergi. Yang lagi peliknya, dua-dua makcik ni pangkalnya orang Malaysia, pergi sekolah di Malaysia (seorang di bandaraya glamer, seorang lagi di Horley Methodist), makan nasi, minum air cap Malaysia, membesar bersama rakan dari kaum berlainan bangsa. Tapi, seorang masih takut-takut dan percaya dengan apa yang dibawa dari Malaysia, lagi seorang dah jauh pergi, tak sedar lagi agaknya. Rugi saja Malaysia bagi kad pengenalan pada dia.
I pray not to see myself becoming like that, Insyaallah. Well, each of us is entitled to our own life. Aku bangga punya kampung, walaupun yang dulunya selalu banjir, walaupun hanya ada Fajar dan Billion., Mastan Ghani, kacang rebus gemuk, cucuk ngan popiah, gulai tempoyak ikan keli, sambal machang, beriyani Ghulam Rasul dan jam tinggi yg semakin senget tu? Kalau ada pun, tak kan sama dengan yang original. We always think that education and exposure can liberate one's mind to be open to the differences in others' lifestyles and beliefs. But in actual sense, one might get rather very obsessessive in embracing the so-called "better" lifestyle, only too embarrassed to admit that she or he already has one. Acquiring another culture and lingo does not guarantee that your life ahead is better. And how sure can you be - of being accepted as one of them? I asked because I feel that makcik is so carried away with the PR thingy, that is yet to be applied next year. Hebat sungguh penangan nak jadi MACAM orang putih ni, kadang-kadang nak gelak pun ada. You should come here and see for your own. She parades herself as being so westernised, indirectly indicating to us her own set of superimposed ideas and meanings in life. Here's from me lurve, get a life! There's more outside there than just dreaming to become an orang putih, in which they themselves are not like that. Mungkin dia tak ada kampung, jadi dia tak tau apa itu setia. Entah lah ... mungkin agaknya
http://www.molon.de/galleries/Malaysia/TelukIntan/img.php?pic=4
http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teluk_Intan
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