Sunday, May 31, 2009

..the blue mountains..


Not exactly the Rojak Klang. Almost.

He was a staunch man. Abah said he once ran amok with a parang in his hand trying to catch the asshole who was stealing his chicken. Atuk also started this tradition of treating his children to eating rojak in Klang. Its a mamak rojak. More factly called, Rojak Gani Klang. Which Abah has now treated me and Nadia to now. Its all rather baffling really, since Klang city and Atuk's house in Jalan Kebun in today's standard is rather far. Nevertheless, the rojak will always be superb.

I remember when we just returned from Belgium, Atuk with his Honda kapcai took me to his kebun kelapa sawit and portrayed his skill as a professional kelapa sawit picker. I tried it once, but it was damn heavy. Well ok I was 10. I hate the biting mosquitoes though. Every Raya Atuk would go to this particular store and buy so many bottles of soda drinks. Orange, strawberry, ais krim soda, and later I would collect the bottle caps and play with my cousins. I was always the butt of jokes of my cousins, as it seems that I am portrayed as a city boy, who doesnt know how to deal with kampung stuffs. But over the years we get along fine with each other.


Atuk smokes handmade cigarette, which he diligently does, cutting the tobaccoes into smaller pieces (they look like serunding, I tell you) and neatly folding them. Its weird to say this, but I rather miss the smell of his cigarette. Its one of a kind. Atuk always had duit raya for his grandchildren. When he knew that I got accepted into Sekolah Menengah Sains Seremban, which he knew was a boarding school, he had all these advices for me. Plus I think he gave me extra money, "Belajar baik2 ya, ilmu hisab tu jangan lupa, Bahasa Inggeris lagi". Although it wasnt much, I was touched because I dont think he treats his other grandchildren as such, I mean with the advices and all. When being a passenger in a car, he would always want the seat beside the driver, with the window brought down, and his left hand holding the handler above the window. Atuk also has his characteristic folded songkok. I remember he was a strong supporter of BN and UMNO.

Me and Abah at Jalan Kebun.

At every chance he got, he would come and visit our house in Bandar Baru Bangi with my maman (uncles) and bibik (aunties). Oh, and he also got no teeth. Hehe. Every morning the breakfast would be jemput2, with very spicy sambal and jet black kopi o. Although I was still sleeping 9 in the morning, he would always send someone to wake me up and eat breakfast. I guess he was a man who believes that breakfast is important to start your day. Sadly, he passed away some years ago. Atuk is a true Jawa, but his Bahasa Melayu was fluent, unlike Nenek who I couldnt once communicate with. Nenek only knew Jawa, but she was a nice person. Abah was visibly sad whe she passed away, I think I saw him shed a tear or two on that day also. I guess when it comes to your parents, you would always be sad to lose them, even when you are a parent yourself. My Atuk, , a person who instills the belief in me, to bring proud to my family, the same way he did with Abah. Its ok to fall down, as we grow stronger everytime we stand up.

Education is most important.

I dont know why, I just suddenly felt like writing about him.

Friday, May 29, 2009

..the dancing water, the singing apple and the speaking bird..

I got bits of grey hair growing on the temporal side of my head. It doesnt make me look like Richard Gere or George Clooney at all.

I sleep 5 hours a day. If I'm lucky I can get to 6.

I'm constantly hungry. And its burning a hole in wallet and my pocket like Sulphuric Acid.

I wear the same set of fucking shoes, pants and jackets. For 2 years now.

I want to be settled and get through these exam season ASAP.

I want to get home, wake up late and have no choice but to eat at any Mapley's. They're good value for money.

I want to play football everyweek. To get my adrenaline pumping.

I want to shop alone at KL until I cant carry any more bags. Like last year.

I still have to do my practical attachment when I come back. For 4 weeks.

I want to hang out with the dudes and get home late. Then getting sarcastic remarks from my parents as usual, but I just turn my ear deaf. =p

I want to get back what I'm missing here. And its priceless.

I'm so fucking tired. That rather sums it up.

Friday, May 22, 2009

..the fisherman and his wife..

I was bored and had no idea what to post. Anyway, I was tagged by my good friend Fakhrurazi Jamaluddin who is now successfully cultivating grapes (menanam anggur).

1. What is the most important thing in your life?


2. What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?

iriver Clix.

3. Where do you wish to get married?

Somekinda hall. Or hotel? I guess its the trend nowadays.

4. How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?

Should be up to her. I think I'm pretty loyal. =p

5. Are you in love?


6. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?

Barbeque at Ashan City?

7. Name the latest book that you bought?

Shit. Its been awhile. Somekind of Pathphys text book?

8. What is your full name?

Mohd Naqqib bin Mohammed Saffari.

9. Do you prefer your mother or father

Both la.But I do feel my mum spoiled me a bit more. Anak mak kot.

10. Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.

Steven Gerrard. Fernando Torres. Liyana Jasmay. Zooey Deschanel. Akira Toriyama.

11. Christina or Britney?

Christina. I got a thing for that "Genie in a Bottle" song hehee.

12. Do you do your own laundry?

Washing machine.

13. The most exciting place you want to go?

Exciting?Adrenaline rush? Any football stadium.

14. Hugs or kisses?


15. Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.

  • Not blessed with height.
  • Waiting for a job after graduation.
  • My dorm mate in school. My mate in college. (sibuk jela kau)
  • Got girlfriend.
  • Lives in Klang, bandar gagak hitam.

16. 3 things I am passionate about

  • Football
  • Money
  • Girls

17. 3 things I say too often

  • WTF
  • LOL
  • LMAO

18. Book I’ve read recently

Some notes on Pathophysiology.

19. 8 songs I could listen to over and over again

Too much lah.

20. 3 things I learned last year

  • Save money.
  • Save the cheerleader.
  • Save the world.
21. 8 people to tag

Anyone who fancies it.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

..the tale of the hoodie..

Today I was asked the question, "Do you like your name?". Which is not really odd. It is normal for anyone to question themselves of anything. Once, I thought about the same question too, but since I dont really get into much trouble with my name, I just brush it off. My full name is Mohd Naqqib bin Mohammed Saffari. Mohd, which is short form for Muhammad, is the name of our prophet, is Arabic and means "praiseworthy". I think these days babies are not allowed to be named "Mohd" anymore, I dont really know why. Perhaps because non-Malaysian people dont really know how to correctly pronounce that short-form name. I think that is a good measure though. In Russia, my lecturers kept calling me "Mohd, Mohd" without really saying the correct word which is, "Muhammad". But I dont really make a fuss about it.

My other name Naqqib, wasnt even supposed to be spelled this way. It was supposed to be with one letter of "Q" only, but what the heck. Atleast I'm different than other Naqibs. Due to my godawful handwritings, back when I was at school, teachers sometimes call me "Naggib" or "Najjib". From my handwritings then, I knew what future profession I would be =p . My family calls me Aqib. I dont really know where that came from. So it got stuck. Not many people know about this. Except you readers now I guess =p .


As obvious as it is, its Arabic.

Meaning: Chief. Lawyer.

Comments: I guess my parents right now are disappointed with me because I'm too damn shy. I'm not really a leader, maybe only once got elected as class monitor, a couple of years as a prefect. Lawyer? You're getting a laugh. I hate public speaking. I stutter in front of an audience. I never give speeches. Tough luck.

Soul Urge: People with the name Naqib have a deep inner desire to use their abilities in leadership, and to have personal independence. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate the details.

Comments:Personal independence yes, but leadership maybe not. But indeed I always like to omit the pesty small things and rather tackle on big problems.

Expression: People with the name Naqib are excellent at analyzing, understanding, and learning. They tend to be mystics, philosophers, scholars, and teachers. Because they live so much in the mind, they tend to be quiet and introspective, and are usually introverts. When presented with issues, they will see the larger picture. Their solitary thoughtfulness and analysis of people and world events may make them seem aloof, and sometimes even melancholy.

Comments:Bullshit. I'm a bad teacher. Ask my sister. Thoughtfullness? Well I do like to sit alone and stare outside the window, ignoring all the craps around me.

Since I came from a normal family with Malay and Jawa roots, I have just a simplistic name. I dont have Royalty names like Raja, Tengku or Megat. I dont have noble names like Che, Wan, Tuan, Syed, Sheikh, Nik or anything. My name is just Mohd Naqqib. And whenever I google my name, the name that pops out is only mine. Which mean that I'm the only one in the whole wide world to have it. Yay! =D

There you have it. I like my name as it is.

Monday, May 11, 2009

..the bee and the orange tree..

I'm a fond collector of football shirts and jerseys. But in this sense, I could of course only afford the replica ones, the ciplak Made in Thailand ones, wherever I can find in Petaling Street (that place is scary man), the odd Pasar Malam places, or sometimes you can just find them in some sort of Chinese kedai baju. Occassionally you can find them in places where they really sell this kind of stuffs, I mean replica football shirts stores, where they also sell cheap quality but ridiculously priced keychains, towels, and all sorts. In this post, I would like to share with you guys some (and I do really mean just some) of my jerseys that I have collected over the years, ever since I was 11 years old until I'm 23 now.

1.AC Milan.

2.FC Bayern Munich

3.AFC Ajax




7.Charlton Athletic FC

8.Chelsea FC



11.Fulham FC

12.FC Internazionale Milano


14.Liverpool FC

15.Manchester United FC

16.Newcastle United FC


18.Real Madrid CF

19.FC Schalke 04

20.Tottenham Hotspur FC

21.West Ham United FC

22.Arsenal FC

Actually I do have some more, I really do. But I just could not remember that at this time. The highest price that I ever bid for these kind of shirts is I think around RM30, nothing more. Actually I dont really wanna buy la but I got scared of the Petaling Street samseng shirt sellers (I made the mistake of accidentally touching the shirt without actually wanting to buy it) so I have to give in and buy that shirt. Come to think of it, I dont really remember what club or country that jersey was! For me, when I shop, I really like to be left alone in my own world, just looking around, and only being bothered when I want to ask about something. But thats just me.

Friday, May 8, 2009

..the girl without hands..

These are my all time favorites. Not necessarily in a particular order though.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

..the fish and the ring..

I love my parents. They are honest people, hardworking government servants. My dad works in the health sector, while my mum in the education sector. So in truth, I got the better of both. I must say that, although theres only me and my younger sister, we werent really pampered with. In fact, we never or rarely asked for things that are of no use, perhaps for pleasure, or stuffs just to show off to our friends and peers. I never exactly know why, but we just didnt. I may add that financially its not really a burden. When I say that my parents came from poor families, I can no longer use this particular statement because at times, there are parents who came from poor families, but yet went on to pamper their children with gold and glory. Their excuses would be, " so that my children would never feel my pain and helplessness, so that my offspring would never suffer the same path of my childhood".

This is bullshit.

I would be a parent someday, but no in my mind I wont be pampering them. I wont let them really suffer either. Good parenting sometimes just means, just take care of your children and be there when they wanted you the most. I'm lucky because my mum is a very strong woman, she's sort of a leader. I guess that one went on to pass to my sis. The social awkwardness of my dad went to me. My parents never spanked me, or rotan me, or hit me with a hanger or something. Perhaps it helps because I never was really the dastardly dirt, mud and sand looking kid. Never was in trouble. Always alone in the same click of guys. If I was a parent, I would slap him or her whenever they went into trouble. I know that part of genes wont come from me, it must be from the mother hehe. But really, I think my eerie aura and my not-friendly face would scare them sure enough. Just like my dad I think. He's a cool guy. A man who believes in less words, but more of action.

If I could just be as good as my mum and dad in the future, I would be glad enough.

This was jotted down last week though. Didnt have the time to post it. Happy belated mothers day mum.