I was recently in Bali to celebrate life and time. During my solitary sojourn, I experienced things and had a lot of thoughts (mostly illegitimate ones). Here are some of them.
1. BALI IS HOLY
First of all, one can’t help getting affected by Balinese Hinduism resonating from every single nook and corner on this Island of the Gods. Looking at a pura (a Balinese Hindu temple) that perched quaintly on top of the 70-metre-high cliff in Uluwatu, I was emotionally captivated in the spiritual world full of charm and magic (I was told that, out of respect, a Balinese building should not be taller than a pura). Each time I stumbled upon Canang Sari offerings and walked past a throne of Sanghyang Widi Wasa donned in poleng cloth, I thought to myself, “Could a place get any holier?”
2. BALI IS HEAVENLY
Of course, one of the main reasons people keep flocking to Bali is to savour her natural splendour that it is almost a crime not to stop and admire her spectacular beaches, stunning landscape of hills and mountains, and, not to forget, extremely poetic sunsets. As I was enjoying the chilly weather in Bedugul and walking around the iconic Ulun Danu Pura built on the shore of Lake Beratan, it dawned to me that I could be in paradise. For a moment, I thought I was talking to Ida Batara Dewi Ulun Danu, the Goddess of the Lake, and then I heard myself saying, “Dear lake charmer, help me to keep going in Bali, and help me not to stop exploring this beauty.”
3. BALI IS AUSSIE
But when I get back to reality, I saw Bali as an abroad version of Australia. I was pleasantly surprised to bump into Australia’s Commonwealth Bank branches and ATMS in many tourist-packed areas (4 branches and 62 ATMs to be exact!). It was also equally comforting to hear familiar Australian accents on the street, talking in their typical high-rising intonation. Cruising along the chaotic three kilometer-long Legian Street and walking past a huge variety of western shops and modern bars, I was lost in a sea of Aussies. And I kept thinking: “Am I in Melbourne?”
4. BALI IS JOLLY
As expected, Bali is so well designed for foreign tourists (Bali received more than 4 million visitors in 2015, thanks to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love). Well, it was easy to forget that I was actually in Bali when I toured around Kuta, the most highly developed area in Bali where shopping galas, nightlife jollies and lower-end party cultures concentrate. In fact, I quickly learned to simply say “liburan” (to go on holiday) when asked by the immigration officer about my reason for visiting Bali, which made me wonder: “Would I be deported immediately if I say that I want to make money in Bali?”
5. BALI IS SNEAKY
Talking about money, I was endlessly lured by many strangers for massage or tour deals. I admired their persistence to say the least (one particular Ketut practiced her best diplomatic skills for good 15 minutes before walking away). Some deals were just ridiculous and costly. I remember being forced by a local guide to try lavish seafood dinner at a high-end restaurant in Jimbaran Bay. On another occasion, I was “charmed” and led to join a pricey water sports package in Tanjung Benoa. I declined politely to these deals and told myself: “You are smarter than these sneaky dealers, Hilmi!”
6. BALI IS SCHEMY
Yes, the thing about traveling alone is that it can be both adventurous and dangerous. I was tricked by an innocent-looking money changer in Kuta and lost Rp200,000 during the transaction. I was ripped off by a supir (a local driver) to pay some “convenient” fees for a half-day tour. No, I was not discouraged by this “street robbery” as I was learning an important lesson – Bali is full of well-rehearsed schemes and acts, both for the cunning locals and a bold naïve tourist like me. Standing at the edge of a high cliff in Uluwatu, I imagined myself shouting my heart out: “I love you, Bali, but now I am going to scheme you back!”
7. BALI IS HALLUCINATORY
So this is how I schemed Bali – I made the best out of my time in Bali! And this place quickly enchanted and hallucinated me with its traditional myths. The Barong Dance, the most well-known “lion dance” in Bali, casted a spell on me with its classic story of the good (Barong) triumphing over the evil (Rangda). The Kecak Dance, a traditional Balinese “exorcism” based on the Ramayana Hindu epic, hypnotized me with its endless chanting of “cak”. Accompanied with the empowering sunset, I thought I fell into a trance. I saw Laksamana, one of the characters, and asked unguardedly, “Did you come from the Malacca Sultanate?”
8. BALI IS LONELY
But when the illusion was gone and I was sober, I could sense some sort of melancholy and loneliness about Bali. I remember seeing a number of banners on the street depicting the movement against the reclamation plan for Teluk Benoa. Being a carefree visitor, I felt a tad guilty when thinking about the locals who are not happy with the government’s plan to turn Bali into a giant “tourism playground”. As I was admiring the dramatic Tanah Lot temple placed on a magnificent rock, I heard a distant voice saying, ”Help me restore and preserve this old temple,” upon which I lamented, “What a ruined and lonely world we are living in.”
9. BALI IS MIGHTY
Alas, Bali will remain strong and mighty despite being overdeveloped. During my visit to the Monkey Forest in Alas Kedaton, I was informed that Bali has a strong underlying philosophy that protects the relationship between Man, Nature and God. This special ally with natural environment makes Bali a secured, calm and mighty place (and I had a special moment with a mighty monkey too). I particularly felt this mighty feeling when I was wandering around the Taman Ayun Temple of Mengwi. Looking at the huge royal water temple surrounded by a beautiful garden, I couldn’t help thinking: “I want to build a mighty house here.”
10. BALI IS DREAMY
I finally realized that I had been dreaming in Bali when I was having a taste of Luwak Coffee at the Bedugul Coffee Plantation (this civet coffee is the world’s healthiest and most expensive coffee). Immersed in the wonders of Bali, I think I invested too much emotion and imagination in this dreamy island that is also part of Wonderful Indonesia. As I was getting on the plane to return to Malaysia during the wee hours of the morning at the Ngurah Rai International Airport, I heard myself whispering quietly, “Thank you for safeguarding me, dear Angels of Bali. I will definitely return to keep on dreaming.”
Photo: Having a moment with a mighty monkey in the Alas Kedaton Monkey Forest, Bali
I joined Universiti Teknologi Malaysia (UTM) in March 2008, and barely a few weeks later, I was introduced to this wonderful soul with cool spiky hair whom I dearly call Halim (our names – Hilmi and Halim – also rhyme nicely). Since then, we have been close buddies at many levels, both personally and professionally. Here are 10 best moments that I have shared with Halim, my best friend.
1. The PhD Dream
We started off our professional journey at UTM with the same goal in mind – to get a PhD. So, together, we attended many tiring courses and trainings, sat for nerve-cracking examinations, and braved through many other painstaking processes with style and confidence (and some tears too). As it turned out, I went to Australia and Halim chose a local Malaysian university. We didn’t end up at the same university for our PhD studies, but fate and faith surprisingly connected us in a way we had never imagined. We were both living the same PhD dream.
2. The Jakarta Tragedy
Oh, before we began our doctoral pursuits, we travelled to Jakarta, Indonesia to (hopefully) seal our friendship. But, the moment we landed at the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, things went awfully wrong. We almost lost each other at the airport and, later, we found out that the hotel that we booked was bogus. Feeling cheated and scared, we were forced to drag our luggage into the street. Our friendship was truly tested, but like many other tests, we endured and smiled to our advantage. It was the moment to cherish indeed, this Jakarta tragedy.
3. The Doctoral Journey
Throughout my four years of PhD struggles abroad, I met Halim only on several occasions. He visited me once in Melbourne and fulfilled his dream of meeting up Rafael Nadal at the Australian Open (yes, he did it!). When I returned home for data collection, Halim was part of the magic, making the saga of my literature-hunting a successful one. We had only other brief encounters during this PhD period, but his cameo appearances were always like Fairy Godfriend who continuously helped me find the light at the end of this doctoral journey.
4. The House Keepers
Happy tears welled up in our eyes, we both returned to UTM at almost the same time and we brought home our own success stories. But more than that, we became housemates! It wasn’t planned at all, but it was the best unplanned twist ever. As (academic) housemates, we set the rules and regulations that complemented each other’s idiosyncrasies. Both perfectionists in nature, we carefully planned and turned our shared house into some sort of a myriad that was neither too personal nor too professional. We were the dedicated house keepers.
5. The Research Geeks
As PhD holders and senior lecturers, the world was now our oyster. Halim was, most of the time, my kind mentor who helped me beat many complicated procedures and secure a number of research grants. Thanks to Halim’s tireless efforts, I was invited to be part of his publication team on academic journals and conference proceedings (our PhD travelog still remains a dream!). I wondered sometimes whether we were working or playing; the work/play dichotomy almost seemed blurry. We were two research geeks who seriously needed a life.
6. The Stress Relievers
But not to worry, we had a lot of ways to de-stress. At the end of the day, we normally sat together and let out anything that came to mind – crazy students, poor theses, demanding seniors, inefficient staff, etc. Naturally enough, we switched these toxic topics into juicy ones – cheesy Malay dramas, cheeky songs, recently-divorced celebrities, over-the-top movies, etc. (but never on politics or sports – two subjects we always found irrelevant). It was always good to have common stress relievers who made me realize that the world was not about to end.
7. The Culinary Planners
Among other things that made us happy were good foods and good coffee. Since both of us were perfect planners, we normally created a grand scheme for our lunch/dinner/coffee dates. We didn’t have a fancy log book for this, but we did make a strong mental note for our dates that could be fully booked up for the next two weeks (Wednesday nights were always reserved for our special Ikan Kembung!). We were two freaky culinary planners who always wanted to be in control of everything that made its way to our jolly stomachs.
8. The Health Devotees
As one can expect, we were both on diet despite our love for foods. There was a time when a fat auntie selling nasi lemak stared at us in contempt when we asked her to split our nasi lemak in half. Her workers complained unnecessarily when we left some food on our plates (how kind of them!). We banned her nasi lemak ever since. On Mondays, we regularly went to a gymnasium, followed by a taste of roti canai at a mamak restaurant (great combination, eh?). We were the health devotees who designed and redefined our own first-world problem of food intake.
9. The Padini Idols
I liked slim fit jeans, while Halim usually went for regular fit ones. However, we did have similar taste in fashion, at least for our office attire. Our favourite brand was Padini and we were regular faces at many Padini Concept Stores in JB. One could imagine the office wear collection in our closets. Many times, we had to plan ahead so we didn’t end up wearing the same polka dot shirt on the same day (it wasn’t unusual though if we did). We were the Padini Idols whose accumulated shopping points were worthy of a return trip to New York.
10. The Dream Catchers
When I decided to move to Universiti Utara Malaysia (UUM), Halim was supportive. He was there for me, listening to all sorts of stories and twists that caused headaches and heartaches. At the same time, I was happy to be all ears for Halim’s dramatic movement to his own bought apartment. Now that we are worlds apart, I’m thankful that we have had our fair share of God’s blessing – our time-proof friendship. We have both fulfilled our dreams and we can now move forward and start chasing the dreams of our own. Because we are both the Dream Catchers.
Happy birthday, Halim!
When I first encountered the trending expression KIPIDAP (an adulterated Malaysian version of an English phrase KEEP IT UP), I was annoyed and enraged. The later emergence of DONGIBAP (DON’T GIVE UP) made things worse. I was even aghast at the casual use of these horribly spelled phrases among some English teachers in their so-called “urban” writing. I mean, as an English lecturer myself and also as a phonetic researcher who appreciates words, sounds, spellings and their accuracy, I found KIPIDAP and DONGIBAB extremely distasteful and detrimental (please don’t kill me yet, the Kulup fans!).
Now, my argument is purely academic and educational; as a second language learner and teacher, I firmly believe that English should be learned and taught from its original and pure sources, not from some distorted or fabricated forms most netizens use these days in their virtual interactions. This is more alarming for younger English language learners who should be adequately exposed to more acceptable and supportive learning environments. I can already foresee that phonics instructors might be facing a hard time in the future if the KIPIDAP culture persists; the phoneme/grapheme equilibrium would potentially go haywire (I would one day be flabbergasted if DONGIBAP appears in my daughter’s writing!).
Nevertheless, when I think of it again, I realize that there are a lot of interesting layers and idiosyncrasies beyond the spelling disaster and the hashtag addiction in the social media. From a sociolinguistic point of view, this linguistic phenomenon is something that no one can resist; it is real, natural and acceptable especially in a society in which English is used as a second language, like in the Malaysian community. In fact, thousands of English words and phrases have been successfully localized, which is the result of systematic orthographic/phonological transfer from English to Malay. As many of you are already aware, here are some examples of English words and phrases that have been transformed and “bastardized” into the Colloquial Malay lexicon:
Action = Eksyen
Alright = Orait
Artist = Retis
Awesome = Ohsem
Babe = Beb
Budget = Bajet
Brother = Brader
Cancel = Kensel
Chance = Can
Colour = Kaler
Common = Koman
Don’t Know = Donno
Famous = Femes
Friend = Fren
Glamour = Glemer
Go astern = Gostan
Gorgeous = Gojes
Government = Gomen
Guarantee = Gerenti
Handphone = Henfon
Handsome = Hensem
I say = Aisey
Jacket = Jeket
Jealous = Jeles
Oversea = Obersi
Tension = Tensen
Thanks = Tengs
Relax = Rilek
Respect = Respek
Steam = Stim
Terror = Terer
You all = Uolls
As a Kelantanese, I have also observed that there is a classic phonetic trading relationship between English and Kelantan Malay, leading to many pidginized cute-sounding terms. These are some of the words in English that have long made it to the spoken dictionary of Kelantan Malay (phonetic transcriptions for Kelantan Malay words are provided in slashes):
Big Work = Bek woh /bɛʔwɔh/
Boat = Bok /boʔ/
Book = Buk /buʔ/
Bottle = Boto /bɔtɔ/
Cash = Keh /kɛh/
Charge = Cah /tʃʌh/
Chocolate = Coklak /tʃɔʔlʌʔ/
Cigarette = Segeret /səɡəɣeʔ/
Colour = Kala /kʌlʌ/
Corner = Kona /kɔnʌ/
Double = Daba /dʌbʌ/
Handle = Henda /hɛndʌ/
Line = Laing /lʌiŋ/
Manager = Meneja /mənɛdʒʌ/
Mail = Mae /mɛ/
Meter = Meta /mɛtʌ/
Motorcycle = Motosika /mɔtosikʌ/
Office = Opih /ɔpih/
Plug = Plak /plʌʔ/
Post office = Poh opih /poh ɔpih/
Private = Prebek /prɛbɛʔ/
Reserve = Rizak /rizʌʔ/
Roundabout = Raun embak /rʌuŋ əmbʌʔ/
Screw driver = Skru dreba /skru drɛbʌ/
Signboard = Saing bok /sʌiŋ bɔʔ/
Skirt = Skok /skɔʔ/
Slipper = Slipa /slipʌ/
Smart = Smak /smʌʔ/
Spanner = Spana /spʌnʌ/
Start = Stak /stʌʔ/
Steering = Stereng /stɛreŋ/
Straight = Strek /streʔ/
Time = Taing /tʌiŋ/
Yes, linguistic transfer is a reality than has certainly “tarnished” the holiness of the English language. Yet, it has also added many colours and spices in the Malay language and in our life as social beings. Quite often, these words and expressions have been part of popular cultures among our community, serving as lighthearted jokes and amusing puns to language lovers and dialect enthusiasts. I fully acknowledge this fact, and this current KIPIDAP-DONGIBAP frenzy has definitely succeeded in making everyone’s social life more cheerful and, to certain extent, more efficient.
So, here is my conclusion: I’m neither supporting for nor rebelling against the KIPIDAP affairs. What I’m trying to point out here is that, while we can enjoy the digital trending that many popular social media can offer, I hope younger generations can take time to learn and appreciate the English language from its accurate forms. New and innovative English teachers should not take this situation for granted; they should sometimes return to the old grammarian textbooks while employing the communicative language teaching method using authentic real-life DONGIBAP materials. More importantly, keep learning and improving English and, yes, KEEP IT UP and DON’T GIVE UP!
I found names and branding around UUM cute and endearing. Most organizations are wittily abbreviated in English.
To begin with, there are three main academic colleges: CAS, COB and, the cutest of all, COLGIS.*
All graduate schools are adorably personalized in honour of prominent scholars: AHSGS, OYAGSB and, the Singapore-sounding name, GSGSG.**
For academic faculties, they are organized (or rather Americanized) into schools, and they are also amusingly coined in English, like SOA, SOC, SOG, SOL and, my own school, SEML.***
So well structured, managed and Anglicized, I think UUM truly lives up to its tagline – The Eminent Management University.
* College of Arts and Sciences, College of Business, College of Law, Government and International Studies
** Awang Had Salleh Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, Othman Yeop Abdullah Graduate School of Business, Ghazali Shafie Graduate School of Government
*** School of Accountancy, School of Computing, School of Government, School of Law, School of Education and Modern Languages
When I left Universiti Teknologi Malaysia (UTM) to join Universiti Utara Malaysia (UUM) recently, I had worked at UTM for more than seven years. Today, I feel the need to look back and appreciate the journey at UTM that has led me to where I am now, so that my current professional life will be as luminous as possible. Here are ten lessons I learned from UTM, my previous employer.
Lesson 1: Stay Focused
Being sent abroad and passing UTM’s complex requirements for my PhD were nothing short of dramas and obstacles. But I learned that, by overcoming each great obstacle in my own way, there is always a greater lesson to learn. Yes, there may be 1000 giant steps towards getting what I want, but if I set my mind and heart to it and stay focused, I am already halfway there, before I even realize it.
Lesson 2: Work Harder
Leading a post-PhD life was extremely overwhelming – teaching, supervision, research, publication, consultation, etc. Trained in a performance-driven environment, I learned to keep working and avoid gossiping. When the university presented me with a river, I could not rely on luck to supply a boat; I had to dive into the water and swim. Yes, luck only comes to those who work hard to find it.
Lesson 3: Be Passionate
Being given the chance to teach TESL-related subjects and to conduct research in phonetics was always like a dream come true to me. Throughout many years of teaching life and research practice, I learned that Passion is always an integral aspect of my professional existence. What I do doesn’t matter so much; what matters is that I love it and that I do it to the best of my ability.
Lesson 4: Open Up
Supervising and guiding students in completing their final year projects, teaching practices and dissertations made me realize that I was not the all-knowing professor. I learned that there is always something to discover in sloppily written literature reviews or poorly organized findings; I just need to keep my mind open to new experiences and take human flaws as perpetuating agents of growth.
Lesson 5: Stick Together
Crossing paths with students of various backgrounds every semester was always a joy; they came and went away like moving trains at a busy train station. But I learned that, if we are kind to each other and we touch each other’s lives in a deep and meaningful way, we would stick together beyond the classroom and beyond the many funny forms of networking technology.
Lesson 6: Take It Or Leave It
Managing conflicts with dear colleagues was a trivial affair. But I learned to grab on to those who help nourish my career, and not to focus on whoever that decelerates the progress of my professional being. It is crucial to know when to stop and say NO and take a step back from those who could harm me. When an opportunity comes my way, I am the only one who should decide to either take it or leave it.
Lesson 7: Be Strongheaded
Handling research grants and keeping up the projects at an expected rate were not an easy matter; some unforeseen things might turn up that made me waver with doubt and uncertainty. But I learned that, while I work so hard to achieve my research goals, I can stay strongheaded and be handsomely rewarded (or positively cursed) in a way that I would never imagine.
Lesson 8: Stay Alert
Working at a prominent research university like UTM requires a shrewd scheme and strategy. I learned that, if I sit around and wait for SCOPUS-indexed publication to land in my laps, I would probably get old waiting. The most important thing is to always stay alert to various opportunities that arise. I just have to grow in response to circumstances and make the most of my chance to shine.
Lesson 9: Play The Game Well
Being part of the transformation plan that UTM always strives to execute, I learned to play the game well and not to fall below expectation. I should be able to master the unwritten lessons, because they are like a series of closed and opened doors; upon gaining the insight and learning the relevant lesson, one door closes and another one opens, and I should always walk faster and further.
Lesson 10: Let It Go
Being a Kelantanese who moves constantly from the East Coast to the West Coast and then to the South Coast and now to the North Coast, I learned that I could always let go of my comfort zone, start a new life in a totally strange environment, and still be happy with it. I saw changes at many levels at UTM and I look forward to seeing many more. Change, as scary as it may seem, comes with an infinite realm of new possibilities.
Yes, every single experience at UTM taught me something that helped me become a better academician. So, thank you UTM for all these valuable lessons. I shall take this knowledge with me and continue my professional journey at UUM with more confidence and style. And I shall try to remain open to everything and make a concerted effort to always find new lessons in this new professional chapter of mine.
I discovered another open secret in Kuala Terengganu today. No, it’s not a keropok lekor shop – it’s a public library.
Officially opened in 2001, the building looks pretty impressive. Yet entering this five-storey building feels like entering a government office – set, orderly and boring. There’s a kid section on the ground floor, which I can already imagine Airis playing and singing merrily on top of the colourful books. On the first floor, there’s a Samsung Smart Library, which reflects the management’s initiative to transform the Terengganu folks into an ICT-proficient society. Collections of theses, galleries and multimedia rooms are located on the second floor; they are mostly occupied by what look like local students who are probably tired of shopping at MyDin or Giant located just a few meters away.
I found my favourite section on the third floor that safeguards many books and references. Interesting titles on languages and linguistics are lining up on dustfree shelves. The collection obviously needs some updating. Oh, did I mention that there’s also a Language Centre here? Yes, I’m pleased to see that some efforts have been undertaken to address the linguistic needs among the local community.
Well, notwithstanding the subdued environment, I love this library. It feels good to be able to see, touch and smell real books amidst the glory of digital world these days.