- Ahmad Jais
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Monday, October 08, 2012
Rebus Rebus!
Rasanya sudah sampai masanya saya menulis entri ini. Sudah dua kali saya makan di restoran Rebus Rebus, dan kedua-dua kali saya dibelanja orang. Alhamdulillah, moga Allah murahkan rezeki Firdaus dan Pak Long.
Dua kali, maka saya sudah sedikit "pakar" dalam selok-belok makan di sini. Jadi saya senaraikan "walkthrough" atau "petua" makan di Rebus-Rebus.
Alhamdulillah kenyang..
Jadi dekat mana Rebus-Rebus ni? Bolehlah rujok peta di bawah.
Memang sesuai untuk apa-apa acara berjemaah seperti reunion atau jamuan hari jadi. Oh, birthday boy/girl dapat free pulak tu. Dan boleh request ini!:
Bak kata Boboiboy: Terbaekkk.
Dua kali, maka saya sudah sedikit "pakar" dalam selok-belok makan di sini. Jadi saya senaraikan "walkthrough" atau "petua" makan di Rebus-Rebus.
- Datang awal. Restoran ini buka pada pukul 6 petang. Oleh itu, bolehlah datang terpacak dekat depan kedai pada pukul 6. Restoran ini ada sediakan surau lelaki dan wanita oleh itu tak payah risau, boleh solat Maghrib dan Isya' bila dah masuk waktu.
- Datang beramai-ramai. Sebab makan steamboat? Adalah acara paling afdal berjemaah.
- Pilih sup. Rebus Rebus ada sup ayam, tomyam dan asam pedas?laksa?. Personally saya suka sup ayam.
- Sementara staf Rebus Rebus menyiapkan periuk dan grill di meja, bolehlah pergi mengambil lauk untuk dimasak. Ambil: daging untuk dibakar (paling sedap!), mee "maggi" untuk direbus (juga paling sedap!), salad & sayur, dan bermacam-macam pilihan lauk untuk steamboat. Ambil juga, sos untuk dicicah. Paling sedap: blackpepper.
- Kemudian masa untuk merebus dan membakar! Masukkan semua bahan steamboat ke dalam periuk dan bakar daging menggunakan marjerin.
- Ini resepi saya cipta sendiri: letakkan marjerin, sos blackpepper dicampur dengan daging yang dibakar atas grill, kemudian keluarkan sedikit mee maggi dalam periuk tadi dan "goreng" atas grill. Sedapppp.
- Bila dah puas makan, bolehlah pergi menyerang freezer aiskrim. Kalau tak puas makan lagi, ulang langkah 4-5.
Alhamdulillah kenyang..
Jadi dekat mana Rebus-Rebus ni? Bolehlah rujok peta di bawah.
Memang sesuai untuk apa-apa acara berjemaah seperti reunion atau jamuan hari jadi. Oh, birthday boy/girl dapat free pulak tu. Dan boleh request ini!:
Bak kata Boboiboy: Terbaekkk.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Beyond the Veil
Yesterday me, Mama and Nadiah went to a speak by Syaikh Abdal Hakim Murad at IIUM titled "Beyond the Veil: Seeing New Realities in Islam". I attended a workshop by him before so I really wanted to attend this one too. Alhamdulillah Allah allowed me to.
We were a bit late and the lecture already started by the time we made our way to the lecture hall. Not able to hear the preface/introduction (or even aware the summary of what the talk was about) I was a bit confused and it wasn't after some time I started writing down.
But now that I look back at my notes I realize how insufficient, incomplete they are and writing them here will do no justice for Syaikh's lecture. There were times where I just stopped writing and just let his words soak in, times that I just have to look at Nadiah's face and saying yesyesyes with my face. Also there were moments when I feel stabbed one time, two times, many times especially when he was talking about human's obsession with shopping (and I just got back from a round of shopping with Rahah).
Basically his lecture was about how Muslims should oppose how the world is going now, which is a religion of consumerism, flocking shopping malls in order to buy stuffs (ouch), a lifestyle that is totally unsustainable. The rest of humanity is marching to somewhere really different, and this process of profiteering results in environmental destruction. Muslims don't accept that humanity are only here just to do shopping. We must be dissidents.
In regards to what is happening to Islam right now, instead of feeling despair and thinking that Islam is in crisis we should remind ourselves that things are really not bad. For example there is nothing like Ramadan in other religion, everyday billions of Muslims face Mecca for qiblah, our ibadah and rituals have been preserved which is a major achievement not of our own but because of the grace of Allah. Thus, we should always say "Alhamdulillah", "Thank you Allah".
We are freaking out so often because we are paranoid. Thinking that we are being attacked, that people are conspiring against us is paranoia. That was how the Munafiqeen felt and not the great Companions in Rasulullah's time. For the Sahabahs the conviction that "Hasbunallah wa ni'mal-Wakeel", "Allah Is Enough for me" carried them through.
I feel really blessed with the chance to attend this lecture. While Mama told me that she thought Prof Tariq Ramadan's lecture we attended before was better I personally feel I enjoyed this one more. Mama said she already knows most of what Syaikh lectured, they are what a lot of Ustaz in Malaysia already talked about. I guess I just need a Mat Salleh from Cambridge with the most beautiful spoken words (like reading a book) driving home all these wisdom that we probably know but never ponder upon before, nodding yesyesyes hoping these words straight to my heart stay there.
We were a bit late and the lecture already started by the time we made our way to the lecture hall. Not able to hear the preface/introduction (or even aware the summary of what the talk was about) I was a bit confused and it wasn't after some time I started writing down.
But now that I look back at my notes I realize how insufficient, incomplete they are and writing them here will do no justice for Syaikh's lecture. There were times where I just stopped writing and just let his words soak in, times that I just have to look at Nadiah's face and saying yesyesyes with my face. Also there were moments when I feel stabbed one time, two times, many times especially when he was talking about human's obsession with shopping (and I just got back from a round of shopping with Rahah).
Basically his lecture was about how Muslims should oppose how the world is going now, which is a religion of consumerism, flocking shopping malls in order to buy stuffs (ouch), a lifestyle that is totally unsustainable. The rest of humanity is marching to somewhere really different, and this process of profiteering results in environmental destruction. Muslims don't accept that humanity are only here just to do shopping. We must be dissidents.
In regards to what is happening to Islam right now, instead of feeling despair and thinking that Islam is in crisis we should remind ourselves that things are really not bad. For example there is nothing like Ramadan in other religion, everyday billions of Muslims face Mecca for qiblah, our ibadah and rituals have been preserved which is a major achievement not of our own but because of the grace of Allah. Thus, we should always say "Alhamdulillah", "Thank you Allah".
We are freaking out so often because we are paranoid. Thinking that we are being attacked, that people are conspiring against us is paranoia. That was how the Munafiqeen felt and not the great Companions in Rasulullah's time. For the Sahabahs the conviction that "Hasbunallah wa ni'mal-Wakeel", "Allah Is Enough for me" carried them through.
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| Adding the collection of books I bought but haven't read |
I feel really blessed with the chance to attend this lecture. While Mama told me that she thought Prof Tariq Ramadan's lecture we attended before was better I personally feel I enjoyed this one more. Mama said she already knows most of what Syaikh lectured, they are what a lot of Ustaz in Malaysia already talked about. I guess I just need a Mat Salleh from Cambridge with the most beautiful spoken words (like reading a book) driving home all these wisdom that we probably know but never ponder upon before, nodding yesyesyes hoping these words straight to my heart stay there.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Going back to Singapore
I just got back from a 3 days, 2 nights trip to Singapore. I went there specifically to accompany my friend who wanted to catch the Harry Potter exhibition going on at the Arts and Science Museum but we took the chance to visit some other places too.
I've been to Singapore twice previously. The first one was with Arwah Atuk when we attended a wedding of Nenek's friend. We stayed in Nek Busu Zai's house in JB and her daughter drove us there. Besides going to the kenduri we didn't actually stop anywhere else but I remember Atuk pointing out a complex as where he had his police training.
The second time I was there was to attend the Singapore vs Liverpool FC match in 2009. We had a great time being busystalking following the Liverpool team to their Singapore river cruise, going to the Kallang Stadium, singing on our way back, making banners for the match. It wasn't really a sightseeing trip but we managed to slot a trip to Orchard Road (where everything was horribly expensive and I could only afford the fridge magnets).
This time around we actually had a plenty of time to spare. Plenty of time to study the MRT system and also finding we prefer the buses and walking everywhere instead. Plenty of time to look and soak the atmosphere, smile at the locals, chat with pakciks in the Sultan Mosque...
What can I say. The trip is full of me feeling ahhhh this is what Malaysia could have be too. If instead of Proton we went for MRTs, if instead of demolishing every old buildings in KL's Golden Triangle we preserve them for tourists and future generations (I am still bitter about the demolition of Pudu Jail) if instead of building another mega project we clean up the embarrassing mess that is the Klang river flowing through the heart of KL if if if.
Singapore will always feel familiar by the stories my mother told me of her childhood there. Of Atuk always buying murtabak on his pay day (we had the Arab Street's famous murtabak. I am convinced it is the same murtabak in Mama's stories), of the whole family going for Eid visits by bus, of childhood in the police housing playing with other children (or rather the other children not wanting to play with Mama because she cries easily), of Nenek's helping Mama to cross the big street on the way to the school and once she got Mama and Mak Lang safely on the opposite side then walking back home, of a house without television making Mama watching the drama Melayu from the window of their neighbour's house and of Atuk having enough of his embarrassing children and buying a TV finally.
Walking around Singapore I felt like I was reliving those moments in Mama's stories. It really helps that while there are impressive skyscrapers and modern buildings in recent years, they still maintain their old buildings, airport, HDB flats and old shopping complexes. It makes me feel that I am back to those days and some moments actually brought tears to my eyes. It made me miss Atuk desperately, thinking I would have love to see how dashing he must've been in his police uniform, and also a longing for Nenek Mariam who I never got to know.
I've been to Singapore twice previously. The first one was with Arwah Atuk when we attended a wedding of Nenek's friend. We stayed in Nek Busu Zai's house in JB and her daughter drove us there. Besides going to the kenduri we didn't actually stop anywhere else but I remember Atuk pointing out a complex as where he had his police training.
The second time I was there was to attend the Singapore vs Liverpool FC match in 2009. We had a great time being busy
This time around we actually had a plenty of time to spare. Plenty of time to study the MRT system and also finding we prefer the buses and walking everywhere instead. Plenty of time to look and soak the atmosphere, smile at the locals, chat with pakciks in the Sultan Mosque...
What can I say. The trip is full of me feeling ahhhh this is what Malaysia could have be too. If instead of Proton we went for MRTs, if instead of demolishing every old buildings in KL's Golden Triangle we preserve them for tourists and future generations (I am still bitter about the demolition of Pudu Jail) if instead of building another mega project we clean up the embarrassing mess that is the Klang river flowing through the heart of KL if if if.
Singapore will always feel familiar by the stories my mother told me of her childhood there. Of Atuk always buying murtabak on his pay day (we had the Arab Street's famous murtabak. I am convinced it is the same murtabak in Mama's stories), of the whole family going for Eid visits by bus, of childhood in the police housing playing with other children (or rather the other children not wanting to play with Mama because she cries easily), of Nenek's helping Mama to cross the big street on the way to the school and once she got Mama and Mak Lang safely on the opposite side then walking back home, of a house without television making Mama watching the drama Melayu from the window of their neighbour's house and of Atuk having enough of his embarrassing children and buying a TV finally.
Walking around Singapore I felt like I was reliving those moments in Mama's stories. It really helps that while there are impressive skyscrapers and modern buildings in recent years, they still maintain their old buildings, airport, HDB flats and old shopping complexes. It makes me feel that I am back to those days and some moments actually brought tears to my eyes. It made me miss Atuk desperately, thinking I would have love to see how dashing he must've been in his police uniform, and also a longing for Nenek Mariam who I never got to know.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Drawing
(This is an extension of Mama's post here).
I don't have much artistic talent. I can manipulate images in Photoshop, and that's the extend of it. I always appreciate people who can draw though, I remember watching Pak Busu draws a lot of characters and comics. Pak Busu does not draw anymore!
I can't draw. And apparently I can't colour either. Here's my pathetic attempt at colouring Insan's drawing:
I don't have much artistic talent. I can manipulate images in Photoshop, and that's the extend of it. I always appreciate people who can draw though, I remember watching Pak Busu draws a lot of characters and comics. Pak Busu does not draw anymore!
I can't draw. And apparently I can't colour either. Here's my pathetic attempt at colouring Insan's drawing:
Monday, April 23, 2012
Seminar Pembangunan Karakter Berteraskan Surah Luqman
I attended this seminar last Saturday and Sunday. Knew about it from the last seminar also given by Ustaz Hasrizal Abd Jamil : "Apa Erti Saya Menganut Agama Islam". Because we registered then, instead of RM 200 we were charged only RM 100. We also bought the food coupons for RM 40.
Alhamdulillah, I learned a lot. I must say I've loved Ustaz Hasrizal's delivery since I first heard his talk during Kuliah Rabu in Mesiniaga and the previous seminar also cemented my preference for his kind of delivery. All the way throughout his presentation last weekend I keep telling my Achik: this could be a master thesis! The way he explored and extended the advices by Luqman, connecting the concepts to other verses in the Qur'an and he was even referring to contemporary/mainstream sources. Achik pointed some models/theories are from those developed by psychologists and Ustaz Hasrizal himself even cited Stephen Covey's book as one of his English references.
As someone who is writing about how Islamic values are not values that are in opposed of contemporary values, the seminar feels especially close to me. Because after all Islam serve as a guidance for humans, Islamic values therefore must be human values.
My mum had the chance to follow the seminar too, albeit from home via online. Ustaz Hasrizal and Akademi Sinergi graciously shared it FOC in the form of "Webinar" or Web Seminar. She could listen to the seminar and see the slides being used. (Mama was so excited, there was a rare exclamation mark on her text message to me). Alhamdulillah, may God repay the kindness of Ustaz Hasrizal and his team.
On the way home yesterday before sending Nafisah off to KL Sentral, Achik Didi took the long way and made a detour to Dataran Merdeka. I requested this previously because I so wanted to see the people who are not of those categorized by Ustaz Hasrizal to have the characteristic of "Aku Tidak Pedulisme". I've been following their tweets occasionally and while I don't agree with the movement asking that PTPTN be abolished (I am of opinion if you've consciously borrowed, you must pay back), the "Occupy Dataran" movement feels right to me. They want public places to be returned to the public, and also is the extension of the various Occupy Movement worldwide.
From the seminar I learned that characteristics of arrogance are labeling truth as insignificant, and thinking lowly of others. May Allah guide us to not ever disregard the truth and from the thoughts that we are better than others. Ameen.
Alhamdulillah, I learned a lot. I must say I've loved Ustaz Hasrizal's delivery since I first heard his talk during Kuliah Rabu in Mesiniaga and the previous seminar also cemented my preference for his kind of delivery. All the way throughout his presentation last weekend I keep telling my Achik: this could be a master thesis! The way he explored and extended the advices by Luqman, connecting the concepts to other verses in the Qur'an and he was even referring to contemporary/mainstream sources. Achik pointed some models/theories are from those developed by psychologists and Ustaz Hasrizal himself even cited Stephen Covey's book as one of his English references.
Usaha "bergambar" dengan Ustaz Hasrizal.
My mum had the chance to follow the seminar too, albeit from home via online. Ustaz Hasrizal and Akademi Sinergi graciously shared it FOC in the form of "Webinar" or Web Seminar. She could listen to the seminar and see the slides being used. (Mama was so excited, there was a rare exclamation mark on her text message to me). Alhamdulillah, may God repay the kindness of Ustaz Hasrizal and his team.
On the way home yesterday before sending Nafisah off to KL Sentral, Achik Didi took the long way and made a detour to Dataran Merdeka. I requested this previously because I so wanted to see the people who are not of those categorized by Ustaz Hasrizal to have the characteristic of "Aku Tidak Pedulisme". I've been following their tweets occasionally and while I don't agree with the movement asking that PTPTN be abolished (I am of opinion if you've consciously borrowed, you must pay back), the "Occupy Dataran" movement feels right to me. They want public places to be returned to the public, and also is the extension of the various Occupy Movement worldwide.
Gambar ditangkap tergesa-gesa dari dalam kereta.
Agaknya TIBAI ni pun nak Occupy Dataran.
From the seminar I learned that characteristics of arrogance are labeling truth as insignificant, and thinking lowly of others. May Allah guide us to not ever disregard the truth and from the thoughts that we are better than others. Ameen.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Korea Trip - Day 5 (Part 2)
It has been a while since I last updated my posts about the Korea Trip. I really do need to finish this.. at least until I go to Korea again
The last post was on the part one of the fifth day. Here comes part two.
The shuttle bus from Nami Island brought us back to Tapgol Park. Here our group were split into three; Nadia and her parents went to look for fabric near Jongno 5-ga, Rahah, Kaifa and Azie went to Gwanghamun Square while me and Anis went to Namsan Tower again. We hailed a cab to Namsan cable car and went up~
This time around the weather was really clear and we bought the tickets to go to the observation decks. We were also discounted 10% using the coupons we got when we bought the Seoul City Tour Bus one-day pass. Inside the lift to go up there were cool lights and visual shows, showing as if we were taking an extremely fast lift ride to the outer space and back to Seoul. The lift were fast, my ears popped, not actually gravity defying though.
Then we were in the observation decks! Almost the whole of Seoul can be seen clearly from here. We took some time to take it all in..
Besides looking through the sights, there were not many things to do at
the observation deck. You can actually skip going (and skip paying the
fee) to the decks and just look at the view from the love locks decks if
you want.
We took the cable car down, and I wanted to buy a bottled water at the store next to the cable car station when a big white dog with wagging tail came to me. I. was. freaked. out. Probably amusing the heck out of the shop keeper. Even when I went to another place the dog still persisted to come near me. While I was freaking out, an ahjumma who was probably the shop owner came in, asking:
"Wae? Wae?"
Pointing to the big dog I could only say;
"Gae.."
(I learned gae = dog from Running Man. LOL). She then told me;
"Gwaenchana, gwaenchana." (its okay, its okay)
Its okay for you, but I'm scared of dogs :S. The dog probably only wanted to play with me, but sorry buddy, you need to find another (though I must say you were one beautiful dog! Pity I'm scared of you). I managed to buy the bottled water when the shopkeeper took pity on me and picked up the bottle I left when the dog came in and gave it to me. Phew.
We then had to go to Nambu Bus Terminal for a meet with a Korean Super Junior fan that Anis bought some lightsticks with. Seeing as it was quite a far walk to the nearest Myeongdong Station, and we would need to change train at Chungmuro if we board the train from there, we decided to hail a cab and went straight to Chungmuro Station. It was a long journey from Chungmuro to Nambu Bus Terminal but the station was also far from our friend's house. It was a halfway meeting point for both of us.
We arrived earlier than the promised meeting time and by this time I was starving. There were a few convenience stores at the Nambu Bus Terminal station but the breads didn't look appetizing to me. So I finally just bought Banana Milk and Halal Pringles. Haha..
Then we met Da Young! She was the most precious person ever and it was a pity we didn't talk for long because she had to go back home for dinner. And silly silly me, I forgot to take pictures with her too. Before she left, she told us the directions to the place we went next...
KBS! The train station near KBS was National Assembly. From this station we had to ask for directions from several people on the street. It was very near though and we finally saw the KBS Building. Still we were unsure where exactly is the radio place so I went and asked a security guard..
"Syupa Junieo radio odi issoyo?"
He was really helpful (and cute!), using body language he (cutely!) showed me the way to the main entrance and told me to find anyone wearing the uniform he was wearing at the front entrance and asked the same question I asked him so that that person can also show me the way.
Why so cuteee (ahem.) and helpful?? I was so thankful, Anis observed my bow-of-gratitude was almost 90 degrees. After that we found the place easily enough. And there were already a small crowd there. There were some places on benches in front of the glass screen that were empty but almost all of it had papers stuck on it claiming ownership of the space.
We were there early, around 9.30pm while the radio was scheduled to start at 10pm. So we lingered around taking pictures and met with three school girls who traveled all the way from Incheon to watch the live radio.
We chatted with their limited English and our limited Korean, but when you really want to get to know each other, and share the same love (our Super Junior opparssss), language barriers meant nothing. Soon we saw people running to the front entrance and I asked the girls what were happening. Apparently a Super Junior member has arrived. I observed from where we were sitting and I saw Yesung walking into the KBS building. He was accompanied only by his manager and looked mightily accessible to the fans. The fans around him were also very well behaved and didn't try to grab/touch him, just calling out his name hoping he would look at them. It was only Yesung, and Leeteuk didn't arrive yet so I devised a plan..
When another black car arrived, I followed the crowd to the main entrance. Leeteuk came out from the car, walked to the entrance.. nearing me.. in front of me!.. and I said:
"Oppa! Apa Khabar!"
Hearing the foreign "Apa Khabar" (which is probably the only Malay words Super Junior know, they kept repeating that during their concert in Kuala Lumpur), he turned around and upon seeing this girl wearing headscarf with a wide grin on her face he said..
"Ne, Annyeonghaseyo"
THAT. Totally counts as a conversation. Hahaha. Ahh.. I was really happy. I actually got to meet (and talk!) to a Super Junior member in Korea.
When the radio broadcast finally started, the crowds all stood up and some people even brought small step stairs and the representatives from fan clubs had paparazzi-grade cameras and lenses to take pictures with. Standing way at the back I almost couldn't see anything!
I guess one of the girls from Incheon also got bored with not being able to watch, so she went to the next radio screen. The DJ here was Yoo Youngsuk, who is probably familiar to Super Junior fans as the original singer to the song "7 Years of Love" that Kyuhyun covered. That girl, Kyoung Min was a big fan so she kept on showing "Love" sign to the DJ. I then joined her to the huge amusement of Yoo Youngsuk's manager.
The girls then had to say goodbye, it was a long way back to Incheon and they have school the next day. We said goodbye.
There was still a crowd in front of Super Junior's radio. Being short, I thought I should take my chances to just try to slip to the front. I did. But still the view from where I stood was not very good. I soon gave up.
Anis still wanted to stay for a while so I wandered around again. This time I met a Japanese Super Junior fan. Again with my limited Japanese, and her limited English we struck a conversation. She told me she is Heechul's fan, so I enthusiastically told her me too! Then she said she went to SPAO at Myeongdong to buy Heechul's cap but they ran out so I told her I got that last one! LOL.
Not wanting to miss the last train, me and Anis made our way back to the train station. It was late, the station was even almost empty. It was not goodbye though, we happened to came again the next day. Haha..
The last post was on the part one of the fifth day. Here comes part two.
The shuttle bus from Nami Island brought us back to Tapgol Park. Here our group were split into three; Nadia and her parents went to look for fabric near Jongno 5-ga, Rahah, Kaifa and Azie went to Gwanghamun Square while me and Anis went to Namsan Tower again. We hailed a cab to Namsan cable car and went up~
Namsan Tower sighted
View from the cable car. Our hostel is around here.
This time around the weather was really clear and we bought the tickets to go to the observation decks. We were also discounted 10% using the coupons we got when we bought the Seoul City Tour Bus one-day pass. Inside the lift to go up there were cool lights and visual shows, showing as if we were taking an extremely fast lift ride to the outer space and back to Seoul. The lift were fast, my ears popped, not actually gravity defying though.
Then we were in the observation decks! Almost the whole of Seoul can be seen clearly from here. We took some time to take it all in..
Thousand kilometers away from home.. (A bit miffed Malaysia were not listed here though)
Love seems to be the concept of Namsan Tower, maybe because the many love locks and love messages people left here.
The new part of Seoul is at the right side of Han River. The tower, Myeongdong where we stayed, the many palaces are all at the old part of Seoul.
Compared to the first time we came, the weather was really clear. We can see the top!
Walking down to the cable car station...
We took the cable car down, and I wanted to buy a bottled water at the store next to the cable car station when a big white dog with wagging tail came to me. I. was. freaked. out. Probably amusing the heck out of the shop keeper. Even when I went to another place the dog still persisted to come near me. While I was freaking out, an ahjumma who was probably the shop owner came in, asking:
"Wae? Wae?"
Pointing to the big dog I could only say;
"Gae.."
(I learned gae = dog from Running Man. LOL). She then told me;
"Gwaenchana, gwaenchana." (its okay, its okay)
Its okay for you, but I'm scared of dogs :S. The dog probably only wanted to play with me, but sorry buddy, you need to find another (though I must say you were one beautiful dog! Pity I'm scared of you). I managed to buy the bottled water when the shopkeeper took pity on me and picked up the bottle I left when the dog came in and gave it to me. Phew.
We then had to go to Nambu Bus Terminal for a meet with a Korean Super Junior fan that Anis bought some lightsticks with. Seeing as it was quite a far walk to the nearest Myeongdong Station, and we would need to change train at Chungmuro if we board the train from there, we decided to hail a cab and went straight to Chungmuro Station. It was a long journey from Chungmuro to Nambu Bus Terminal but the station was also far from our friend's house. It was a halfway meeting point for both of us.
We arrived earlier than the promised meeting time and by this time I was starving. There were a few convenience stores at the Nambu Bus Terminal station but the breads didn't look appetizing to me. So I finally just bought Banana Milk and Halal Pringles. Haha..
Then we met Da Young! She was the most precious person ever and it was a pity we didn't talk for long because she had to go back home for dinner. And silly silly me, I forgot to take pictures with her too. Before she left, she told us the directions to the place we went next...
The place where we met Da Young. Picture screen-capped from Naver Map.
KBS! The train station near KBS was National Assembly. From this station we had to ask for directions from several people on the street. It was very near though and we finally saw the KBS Building. Still we were unsure where exactly is the radio place so I went and asked a security guard..
"Syupa Junieo radio odi issoyo?"
He was really helpful (and cute!), using body language he (cutely!) showed me the way to the main entrance and told me to find anyone wearing the uniform he was wearing at the front entrance and asked the same question I asked him so that that person can also show me the way.
Why so cuteee (ahem.) and helpful?? I was so thankful, Anis observed my bow-of-gratitude was almost 90 degrees. After that we found the place easily enough. And there were already a small crowd there. There were some places on benches in front of the glass screen that were empty but almost all of it had papers stuck on it claiming ownership of the space.
We were there early, around 9.30pm while the radio was scheduled to start at 10pm. So we lingered around taking pictures and met with three school girls who traveled all the way from Incheon to watch the live radio.
We chatted with their limited English and our limited Korean, but when you really want to get to know each other, and share the same love (our Super Junior opparssss), language barriers meant nothing. Soon we saw people running to the front entrance and I asked the girls what were happening. Apparently a Super Junior member has arrived. I observed from where we were sitting and I saw Yesung walking into the KBS building. He was accompanied only by his manager and looked mightily accessible to the fans. The fans around him were also very well behaved and didn't try to grab/touch him, just calling out his name hoping he would look at them. It was only Yesung, and Leeteuk didn't arrive yet so I devised a plan..
When another black car arrived, I followed the crowd to the main entrance. Leeteuk came out from the car, walked to the entrance.. nearing me.. in front of me!.. and I said:
"Oppa! Apa Khabar!"
Hearing the foreign "Apa Khabar" (which is probably the only Malay words Super Junior know, they kept repeating that during their concert in Kuala Lumpur), he turned around and upon seeing this girl wearing headscarf with a wide grin on her face he said..
"Ne, Annyeonghaseyo"
THAT. Totally counts as a conversation. Hahaha. Ahh.. I was really happy. I actually got to meet (and talk!) to a Super Junior member in Korea.
When the radio broadcast finally started, the crowds all stood up and some people even brought small step stairs and the representatives from fan clubs had paparazzi-grade cameras and lenses to take pictures with. Standing way at the back I almost couldn't see anything!
That guy wearing a silver blazer is Leeteuk :D
I guess one of the girls from Incheon also got bored with not being able to watch, so she went to the next radio screen. The DJ here was Yoo Youngsuk, who is probably familiar to Super Junior fans as the original singer to the song "7 Years of Love" that Kyuhyun covered. That girl, Kyoung Min was a big fan so she kept on showing "Love" sign to the DJ. I then joined her to the huge amusement of Yoo Youngsuk's manager.
Yoo Yongsuk's biggest fan. ♥
The ~cool~ Yoo Youngsuk.
They typed a message to Yoo Youngsuk on the phone screen. The manager agreed to relay it to him. Bawww.
The girls then had to say goodbye, it was a long way back to Incheon and they have school the next day. We said goodbye.
Super Junior Kyuhyun - 7 Years of Love
There was still a crowd in front of Super Junior's radio. Being short, I thought I should take my chances to just try to slip to the front. I did. But still the view from where I stood was not very good. I soon gave up.
The view to the good looking Super Junior's manager was very good though. He is famous too. Super Junior's fans call him "Prince Manager". LOL.
The best shot of Leeteuk I got. That door should be fully made of glass!
Anis still wanted to stay for a while so I wandered around again. This time I met a Japanese Super Junior fan. Again with my limited Japanese, and her limited English we struck a conversation. She told me she is Heechul's fan, so I enthusiastically told her me too! Then she said she went to SPAO at Myeongdong to buy Heechul's cap but they ran out so I told her I got that last one! LOL.
Not wanting to miss the last train, me and Anis made our way back to the train station. It was late, the station was even almost empty. It was not goodbye though, we happened to came again the next day. Haha..
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