Let's speak Tranung

Sape-sape yang nak belajo dialek Ganu boleh la hafal ayat2 ni... hehe... dialek ini adalah bahasa yang selalu dituturkan di kalangan orang Terengganu (kecuali orang di daerah Besut)
ija naung..........hijau kehijauan
sejuk ketto........sejuk yg sgt2
itang lettung......tersangatlaa hitamnya
punoh jahnang......rosak
taik ayang muna....tahi ayam yg masih hangat
kona lepe.........kona lipat di selekoh
kelecak...........terpelanting
nakuk paik.......penakut yg amat
tinggi lonjong....tinggi sgt (ketinggian orang)
tinggi nyayuk......tinggi (ketinggian tempat)
masing pekkok.....teramat masin!
maknga............cuai
babey.............degil
jabir/supek/plastik ghok-ghak.........plastic
bagkoghok............tengkorak
kehek.............muntahkan semula
puahsang..........boring
meppeh............tak larat
kepeh blepeng.....kempis sgt
bodo dooh lalu........bodoh sangat
kelecak baghak......terpelanting
takdok aghoh........habis ikhtiar
penuh nembok/rumbu......penuh sampai melimpah
gemuk debbok......gemuk sgt
kuruh kering.....sgt kurus
kecok.............jln terhincut2
gege..............bising
suke glekek.......ketawe menggelekek
manih leting......sgt manis
dulli mung........tak ambik peduli
musing ketang caghi....... cari merate-rate
letihsang.........sgt letih
gong..............sombong
srupe tule/supatule.......serupe
jebeghak nanang......sgt beratringang lepung.....sgt
ringanketik nnyamuk......digigit nyamuk
kattok wong........katak (siap ade bunyi tuu)
dop tahu starang.....tak tahu pun
busuk kohong....busuk gile
agah...org yg sombong
soheh dok munggg??... ko ni biar betul!!
apah nyor...... hampas kelapa
angus letong...... sangat hangus
bata golek ..... boaster/bantal pelok
bronok ..... sejenis kuih yg diperbuat drpd sagu
boloq woq ...... serabut
bahang ....... pukul
bluahh ......comotc
ulah ...... malas
dokdang ....... tak sempat
iiiseng ....... gile
ikang aye ...... ikan tongkol
ikang kerah ekor ...... ikan cencaru
tunggu stor ....... tunggu sekejap
kupik .........kedekut

Cut & Pasted from 'Adha's Blog' http://mdadha.blogdrive.com

Kissing a parking meter

It was too good to be true - an empty parking spot waiting for me. But my good luck turned to bad almost instantly. As I swerved forward, I misjudged the parking meter on the right. I only realized when I felt a bump as I pulled the hand brake. Too late! How am I going to break the news to my husband??? The car I have been using is having an air-con malfunction and it was like driving in an oven. He let me use his car since he's driving the company Merc for a biz trip to KL. He won't be due back till 2 days later. What am I going to tell him? HOW??? This isn't the first time... A man breaking his tail-lights while reversing into a stationary vehicle is OK (that was him). But a woman scratching the paintwork of the fender while parking - that's unacceptable (that'll be me). What kind of logic is that? But that's the truth with all the men and their cars out there right?

Any help?

I still couldn't figure out how to add pictures to this blog. It seems I'm stuck at "Picasa2 - Initial Picture Scan." It didn't seem to do anything, just freeze there. I got so fed-up I went to start a photoblog at Fotopages. Couldn't believe the number of photo-bugs from Malaysia. 8902 and still growing. Awesome! And the photos are equally good. I especially like Rafi's work - a wedding photographer like nothing I've ever seen before. They're not your typical wedding shots. His shots are like works of art. Nicely composed, very artistic. See them for yourself!

http://rafi.fotopages.com

Exposed aurat

As I walked around Yellow Town and into Centrepoint today, I can't help entertaining naughty thoughts. Most of the local Muslim ladies are in headgear. But to me they look ridiculous. The whole point of wearing a headgear (hijab) is to deny non-family members the privilege of gawking at your hair. Very much like keeping your valued pearl necklace in a velvet-lined jewellery case. You just don't show off the things you treasure most to any Tom, Dick or Harry.

Yes these ladies were wearing headgear but picture this - their pony tail is longer than the headgear. As I walked past one such lady, I had an urge to pull her hair from behind! Many make do without the inner cap. When the wind blows you can see the hair. Or sometimes the headgear material is transparent and you can still see the hair.

The teenagers are notorious for another aurat offence. They have their heads covered but they're in T-shirts baring their abdomen and hands. When they squat down in their tight low-cut jeans I'm tempted to drop an ice-cube down the crevices! Astaghfirullah.....

The community is facing havoc cos you see many people doing these and it becomes acceptable. Another cause for concern is the handshake between different gender. For as long as I can remember, it's haram (forbidden). Now they say there's a difference of opinions between mazhabs and they're inclined to follow the one which permits handshake - in the name of racial harmony, tolerance. You see the VIPs offering their hands to both sexes in the media everyday. They're guilty of setting the wrong examples. They're confusing the masses, Muslims and non-Muslims.

Face it!

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, I've been spending like 1 1/2hrs trying to add my photo to my profile. It sounded so simple - download Picasso, Hello. Click here, there, everywhere but still couldn't figure it out...

One more blogger joins the crowd

I have finally succumbed to peer pressure. I've been aware of blogs for some time now but can't seem to comprehend why anyone would like others to read their 'personal diary'. You wouldn't want others to find out that you loathe that person, and have that person find out about it by going thru your diary. Still, here I am writing out my thoughts in my impersonal diary.

First an explaination to the name - 'gorblog' means 'stupid' in Indonesian/Javanese slang. Pls don't take any offence. I'm referring to myself here. Teenagers will take to water this internet stuff. I'm in my early 40s and this is all greek to me. I'm figuring out things as I go along. I do believe in lifelong learning. You stop learning and you stop living.