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December, 2003

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Once in a while…

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Gender bashing isn’t what I do in this blog. Not frequently, anyway, and I don’t think I’ve ever dedicated a whole entry to it. But one comment and a separate incident some two weeks after the initial comment sort of made me put 2 and 2 together. (The jury, however, is still out on whether I got 4 or 5 as the answer).

The initial comment, made in half-jest, was on how girls today ‘scared‘ a (male) friend of mine, because they were so ‘tough, independent and “brutal“‘ as he puts it. I laughed and replied that maybe it’s because they couldn’t rely on the men anymore.

About a fortnight later, I happened to go out with a male friend, who was to meet me at the railway station of a not-to-be-named city at a little past 11am. He showed up at 1.15pm with a random nonchalant excuse. (For the record, the only reason why I was still there was because I was so engrossed in a John Grisham novel while drinking a Cafe Mocha at the station’s Starbucks). We then proceeded to another location by bus – a bus that happened to be packed. He then spots an empty seat on the bus; and in true gallant manner parked his male behind on it – and I, of course, stood all the way.

His actions underlined an issue most Malaysian women tend to gripe about – the lack of gallantry among the men of our nation. I’m not surprised at my first friend’s lament – I suppose if men just bulldoze their way with no respect for women, then according to the rules of survival instinct, women either end up as doormats or become tougher.

All this, of course, has created even more questions in my head. If women want to be treated as equals, should they no longer lament the lack of gallantry among men? Or does it just boil down to common courtesy? But is common courtesy shaped by patriarchal norms anyway? I don’t know.

Juara Lagu 2003

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My interest, or rather, the lack of , in the Malaysian music scene is quite legendary among my friends. I am always the last to know what the top Malay songs are, and what was hip three months ago only enters my realm of senses today. The only time I try my best to catch up with what is latest is during the end of the year; or more specifically, during the Juara Lagu finals.

Thanks to the power of the Internet (and what is only to be expected in a country that is home to the Multimedia Super Corridor), we managed to catch this year’s Juara Lagu, already in its 17th year, via the Time.net webcast. This year I watched it at Yana’s house in Bowland, but we obviously weren’t the only ones, as there were various ‘pusat operasi’ on campus – Kak Faridah in Cartmel, Helmi & co at Lonsdale, Jun and her ‘kids’ in Pendle and probably even Mas Ayu in Furness.

For the first time as far back as I can remember, a song I had a particular attachment to and therefore backed from the beginning came out tops! Misha Omar’s Bunga Bunga Cinta (song and lyrics by Adnan Abu Hassan) has long been on my playlist for some unexplainable reason; it could be that this song was playing on Zieha’s computer when I slept over one night, and some part of my subconscious was ‘altered’ in the process. And for once there were no politics attached to my decision to back the song. If last year I wanted Zamani’s Syair Si Pari Pari to win to spite my brother who hated that song with a passion, this year I wanted Misha to win because, well, I liked that song. Period.

So well done, girl. I can’t say that I’m well proud because I don’t know much else about the song or the singer, but I’m well chuffed all the same. After 16 years of Juara Lagu, I finally backed a winner!

Al-Fatihah

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Spare an Al-Fatihah to the Muslim casualties of the earthquake in Iran, and also to the grandfather of a close friend of mine who passed on yesterday.

Al Fatihah.