Selamat 'Aidil Adha & Tahun Baru 2007

No new year resolutions for me. Don't always keep 'em anyway. Just take things in stride. Not very organised, but it works somehow. Just managed to log in. Been trying for some days, since that Taiwan earthquake damaged the whatchamaycallit cable. Hari Raya Qurban falls on New Year's Eve this year. So, I advise all the decent Muslims boys and girls not to go and make a nuinsance of themselves on New Year's eve to welcome 2007. Respect the Aidil Adha. My daughter made my wife and me proud by her good performance in the PMR ( seven As). That was a fine present for her mum who celebrated her birthday yesterday. Selamat hari raya 'Aidil 'Adha and selamat Tahun Baru 2007.

Arrogance

Our public officials are getting more and more arrogant and self-centred these days. Recently, one deputy minister in charge of internal security, said in Parliament that WE, yes WE, the public are partly to be blamed for the increasing incidences of snatch thieves, assaults, mugging and even rape. He implied that WE are the ones who encouraged those criminals to do what they do unto us. It seems that WE are careless and give an opportunity for the criminals to strike. OK we'll consider that reason. The next thing he said was that women are to be blamed for enticing those hoods. Carrying expensive handbags and wearing body hugging and body jiggling clothes. Come on lah mister deputy minister , even makciks and aunties get assaulted. What so sexy about these sweet old ladies ? What's wrong about carrying expensive handbags ? Mister deputy minister, do what you are paid to do. Keep our streets clean and safe from these never-do- goods. Don't blame the public if you can't handle your job. Our very articulate minister of culture and heritage said he could not prevent city officials from bulldozing a certain mansion in the city. He said the building has no historical value, it was only a mansion built by a very rich man. History and arcitectural experts regret that they were not consulted. A prominent Malaysian historian said it is significant to the history of the city. So, mister minister does'nt know much about history or what ? I believe that there is a plan to rewrite our history.

Wanna be a local councillor ?

Wanna be a local councillor ? Why not eh ? First you don't need to get elected. That means no election hassle, no need to spend so much money and canvassing for votes. Just make sure that you are 'visible' to your party chiefs. You can be 'invisible' to your local residents. They don't know who their local council rep is. I too do not know who the hell is the councillor for my area. 'Invisibility' to your local residents can spare you the inconveniences now being shouldered by the elected assemblymen and MPs.Don't have to listen to 'sob stories',grouses about your council (very good, pass your problem to the YBs),settle summonses,recommend for jobs and colleges. Meetings, only once a month (correct me if I'm wrong)and you get allowance for that. You plan your projects at commitee meetings.Just go to the monthly meeting and 'setuju' every damn thing. About one quarter of our local councillors are not academically high achievers.Some just made it to Form Three. Yes , they got where they are by climbing the political ladder. Academics and professionals get to be appointed too.Some how they don't seem to make as much money as those 'survivors'. If you're lucky not to get caught (by opposition observers) you may get to build your 'dream palaces' on council land. You know what the council enforcers will do to the squatters. And this is the best part of being a coucillor, you get to go on 'study tour' in a foreign land. Study what ? Maintenance of public toilets in 'girly joints' in Hatyai,'dangdut joints' in Medan. Study landscaping on the Great Wall of China, the Taj Mahal and many other interesting study tours. How do you get to be one ? Make your way up the political ladder in your state.Rub shoulders with your branch leaders,buy free lunches for the grassroots.Be the popular party man or woman.Make yourself noticed when a national leader or state leader comes visiting.Stand in the front row to welcome and send off your leader.Don't forget to kiss his hand.Your DNA on his hand might make him remember you. So, wanna be a local councillor ?

U Must Not Oppose

The kris is unsheathed, when are we going to use it ? That was one of the disturbing tones telecast live in our living rooms during the annual gathering of the U Must Not Oppose politicians and wannabees. If you are not a member of that race or religion, you better keep your two cents worth opinion to yourself and to your kind. Don't test their patience and hospitality, this race is famous for running amok. They said it, I didn't. Don't try to be smart and recalculate the bumi equity percentage. They still need the crutches. The chieftains want to keep on enriching themselves, while the followers remain poor and get 'good fortune' come party elections and general elections time. If you are in Penang, just drive round Bukit Jambul ,Bukit Glugor or Bukit Mertajam. Just ask who owns those big bungalows. Oh, they said Penang Malays are being marginalised. It feels good to champion the Penang Malays, make sure that I keep the Ketua post. I'm fighting for you. This community is against meritocracy in education. Working or studying hard is such a task. Mr Wong,Mr Muthu, your kids scored 10 As in SPM. Congratulations but your kids cannot fit into our public varsities. You see, the quota for non-bumi students already filled.The quota for bumis is still available, but we have to help our members' kids first. And what's with the teachers of today ? Some can't teach science and maths in English. Somebody's poor kids are getting confused. Is it the kid or the teacher that needs bucking up ? With their ever increasing salary, teachers should be motivated enough to motivate their students. And teachers make up most of the Umnoans. Oh by the way, did you know that other Malaysians, especially Chinese and Indians are labelled as ' immigrants' and 'aliens' (pendatang dan orang asing). Don't bother about that, that's their way of covering their own insecureness. Hey, I am a descendant of pendatang-pendatang too. Just like you, the PM, the former PMs, the kris wavers and sharp tongues spewing threats in that gathering. Come to think of it, we are all children, grandchildren,great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren of immigrants from other countries. Kita serupa ! Come next year, expect the same ethnic chest beating and ' others' bashing. We, Bangsa Malaysia don't need to get alarmed with their antics. When the GE comes next year or 2008, they'll come running to you. Take my word for it.

Bangsa Malaysia

Why is that MB from the south so worked out about that Bangsa Malaysia thing ? There can only be Bangsa Melayu, Bangsa China, Bangsa India, Bangsa Dayak, Bangsa Kadazan,etc. No such thing as Bangsa Malaysia ? Friend, our country is almost 50 years old and you are still thinking about the Tanah Melayu days. Check your history books, Perseketuan Tanah Melayu has become Malaya, and then Malaysia. The only Melayu left is the Keretapi Tanah Melayu and Pertubuhan Kebangsaan Melayu Bersatu ( United Malays National Organisation) and `baju Melayu' perhaps. Remember how our past and present leaders tried to integrate the various communities as one multi-racial group as Malaysians. When our athletes go out to represent the country, they are known as Malaysian athletes, not Chinese, not Indian, not Malay,etc. When our politicians and businessmen go overseas, they are recognised as Malaysian politicians, Malaysian businessmen. Any Malaysian person that goes anywhere is a Malaysian. Maybe its that word 'Bangsa' that makes you unhappy ? I urge you to consult a good Bahasa Melayu - English dictionary. The word 'bangsa' means 'race' or 'nation'. You guys had to play up the 'race' issue, did you. So 'Bangsa Malaysia' means Malaysian National, 'antarabangsa' means international. Not Malaysian race, no need to make a fuss over it.

Selamat Hari Raya

On this blessed day, I humbly seek forgiveness from Allah Subhanallah for my late parents, my parents in-law ,my late elder brother Emran, my late relatives near and far, and friends who have gone forever. May Allah bless their souls and and have compassion for them as they had been compassionate to us in their life time. On this day too, I sincerely seek forgiveness from my wife, children and loved ones who I may have hurt, offended or slighted in any way. I say these things every year, and then I forget and start being nasty and harsh. But it has to be said. Like a reminder. One way would be, is to put myself in their place and I might see what I have done. May Allah guide me the right way. Milah, I love you and the children very much. I will never let you be hurt, ever. Please forgive this cranky old man. Selamat hari raya everybody.

Ba'in and his Honey

Some time in the early 1940s. Ba'in (Ibrahim) was coming home to Penang for his vacation. He was so eager to see his mum and siblings again after some time. He was posted in the Singapore PWD as a draftsman. There was so much news he wanted to hear about his family. How his mum is coping with the family. He was very keen to see his little brother Naim's girlfriend ,Yon, whom he has heard so much about. One day they, Ba'in,Naim, and Rahim (Naim's buddy) cycled from their Jelutong home (Kurau Road,off Perak Road) to Yon's house in Western Road ( facing the psychiatric ward of the Penang GH). Having met Yon, he was introduced to two other girls (Yon's sisters). There was Z (Zohara) who was Rahim's girl , and the eldest one was Haniffa. They were all beautiful girls, but Ba'in was melted by Haniffa's classic looks and gentle ways. When he went back to Singapore, he couldn't stop thinking about Haniffa (or Honey as he called her). He would send ' epistles' ( those days people don't call or sms, they write letters called epistles). Naim and Rahim were his despatchers (postmen). It was the Japanese Occupation, and out-of-control Japanese soldiers were misbehaving and put fear in the hearts of parents with young daughters. The girls' father Azyze accepted Ba'in's suit and so Ba'in and Honey were married in 1943. The other sisters married later on. And so began Ba'in and Honey's life together. It would last for 25 years. But Honey stayed true to the love of her life for 46 years until her own death. That's our mum, Honey. A most gracious and loving soul there ever was. May Allah bless your souls Mak and Bapak. Happy Birthday Honey.We miss you.

There is 'Hikmah'

We are almost two weeks into the fasting month. Its quite an effort to restrain yourself from those little tiffs with the missus and the kids. Some times an off-remark or so can lead to a high decibel debate. That would taint our 'pahala puasa' wouldn't it ? To be fair to them, they can get uptight too at times. This is to be expected when we are tired and hungry ... and sleepy . I'm sorry if I have hurt or offended them. I am very impressed with my son Fadzlil. He is a role model for 'puasa slackers'. Despite his disabilities, he goes thru the day just like any abled person. Ever since his unfortunate accident some years ago, he didn't fast for the first two years. I paid his 'fidyah' at one of the pondoks in the neighboring kampung. This is his 3rd year of fasting since the accident. This year, Raya is very special to him.His birthday falls on the second day of Raya (Oct.25). Every day, tiringly to our poor ears, he drops broad hints like asking, how many more days to Raya ? People ask why I don't get around much anymore. Would they understand that I ,or somebody has to be around Fadzlil at all times to make him comfortable, swat a mosqito ,give a scratch, change tv channels, give him a drink. Milah will take care of the feeding. He doesn't like my feeding style.He says I'm messy. My special task is in the icky and yucky chores. We only get relief when his brothers are home. He didn't ask to be this way. If he could, he would not ask for help. We should feel his disappointments, his frustrations, his hopes and desires. He had everything to look out for, his star was shining bright. Has it all gone ? Look at him now. I still see the glitter in his eyes. The brave and stubborn jut of his jaw. Feel the love and glow in his heart. His fight is not over yet. He is not down yet. His mind is still sharp as ever. He can still out-talk you. His body may be broken, but his spirit is not. We should not look at his unfortunate incident as a calamity but as a reminder. Believe that there is 'Hikmah' or God's 'hidden ' blessings behind every incident. Insha'Allah.

Ramadan 2006.

Tomorrow is the 1st of Ramadan, the Fasting Month. During this month, Muslims are advised to re-examine themselves. Clean their thoughts and their souls. Obey Allah's commands, be faithfull to Islam and the teachings of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. Do your compulsory ibadah and as many provisional (sunat) as you can manage. Try to resist temptations . Don't 'bad mouth' others you don't agree with. Be understanding with your family and friends and magnanimous with your non-friends. Reach out for the poor and weak, help them if not by means then by ways. Fasting helps you to feel their hunger and weakness. Be kind to each other and to other living creatures and this good earth. Lets not be extravagant when breaking fast and waste food. Eat just enough to sate your hunger and thirst. Eat healthily. Have a good and 'berkat' Ramadan. InshaAllah.

What's happening to our beloved nation ?

What's happening to our beloved nation ? Can our leader keep focussed on his job ? Why does an ex-leader keep distracting his successor with his whining and tauntings ? He cannot accept the reality that he is not in charge anymore. He expects his successor to walk in his footprints. Or that his associates lost out to the new leader's associates. Why insult and humiliate ? In front of his former political foes, who are now so enthralled by his oratorial performances. In front of foreign pressmen, who once reviled him. Is that the way for a very distinguished, highly respected former leader to behave ? What happened to that dignified Malay/Malaysian culture of politeness and courtesy ? Does it pleases him to be likened as a scruffy street fighter. If he feels unhappy about his successor's work, engage him and advise like a father. More good will come from that, than going round the country, insulting your succesor,his family and friends. Age is catching up on us, so retire gracefully, make peace with God and ask for His forgiveness and blessings.

Shafiq gets MyKad

Our little boy Shafiq became 12 on 23rd August. Looking at him,one wouldn't believe that he is already 12 years old. With his cute baby face,soft and smooth skin, fine hair and clear sparkling eyes. And he stands four feet tall. He can hardly say a word,but he understands you. Can be precocious and cheeky like other kids. Can be stubborn and annoying too,sometimes. He is after all a kid that won't grow up. By the way,he is showing some signs of puberty.I can see some fine hairs growing in their respective places. According to the law of our land, every kid who turns 12 has got to have an identity card (MyKad) . On his 12th birthday Shahman and me took him to the nearest NRD office in Kepala Batas town. The office was not crowded at all, just some parents bringing their 12 year olds for registration,like me and Shafiq. The staff were very friendly and helpful. Shafiq was dressed in a blue checkered shirt and his hair neatly combed for his very important photograph. He sat nicely in the chair and was ready for the shoot. And then, they turned the spotlight on him. He turned his head away and just looked at the floor. He seems uncomfortable with the light on his face. We coaxed and comforted him to get a good pose.It took about 15 minutes to get a satisfactory photo. By then, his hair was tousled and his shirt was crooked. And they did not get a full frontal image, a bit senget like half turned face. Then it was time for fingerprinting. Parents are fingerprinted with ink on the application form. Shafiq held out his thumb to be inked. But MyKad applicants are electronically fingerprinted. The clerk took Shafiq's thumb to be scanned on the fingerprinting gadget. He saw the blinking red light on the gadget and pulled his hand away. That red thing must be hot,he thought. More coaxing, cajoling and finally managed to get both thumbs printed. In two months time, we'll see how his MyKad looks like. Note : For those who don't know, Shafiq is a 'special kid' with Down Syndrome. He is God's gift, to be loved, to be cherished,to be protected. He is my amanah as are all my children and my wife, that I will bear till the end of time.

In Memory of Bapak

'I can't remember his voice, I can't remember his scent.' How could you, little sis ? You were only seven when he left this world. Missing all the fatherly attentions in your formative years. Proudly presenting your report card for his approval and signature. Being cuddled in his chair,and to be told 'you're too big now to sit on my lap' A peck on the cheek as he sent you off to school. When you were a little baby, he lulled you to sleep with his deep gentle baritone. Just like he did for the rest of us. When you were naughty, he would be stern and did not spare the rod. After the punishment, he would embrace you and cried with you. He sang songs with you and Mak and all of us. He loved to sing your favourite song "Burung Kakak Tua' Sis, I had him for twenty one years.It was not enough. There were so many things I wanted to pick from his wisdom. I so badly wanted him to be my friend as I became a man. But God decided that we could'nt have him forever. God took him back when he was 49. Today,August 11th is his birthday. He would have been 88. Bapak,Mak, we your children, your children-in-law and your grandchildren and great-grandchildren ask Allah Subhana Taala The Almighty to bless your souls, forgive your mistakes and place you among the faithful.Amin.

Censoring Blogs

Just like several other bloggers, I was quite taken aback when I saw the headline 'Bloggers Beware'. The government is going after bloggers who criticize the government, disrupt inter-racial and inter-religious harmony, and generally make an ass of themselves on the internet. I believe,this decision was prompted by the not so favourable comments,remarks and name callings by some rabble rousing 'master's voices' and their herd. These bloggers are the 'seeking popularity and fame' types. They are the ones who should be penalised. Mr Minister, have you ever tried blogging ? Does'nt matter what language you are well versed in, it's very fullfilling. Is it true what they say, that you are not very I.T. savvy. Is that the reason for your phobia of the internet ? Mr Minister, you just browse the blogs and see. Not everybody is writing about politics. They are writing about their family,their friends, their pets, their plants, what they ate just now,what movies they watch, what books they read. You want to censor them and me too ? Most bloggers are opinionated,I agree. Is his opinion going to be read by 20 million Malaysians ? Will that small opinion influence the rakyat ? Will that small opinion shake the stock exchange ? I don't think so. Please don't be too harsh on us happy simple bloggers, go for the bad guys by all means. While,you are browsing, get your webmasters to do something about the various government departments websites. They suck.

Middle East,UPM,Siti

Being a nosy web browser (isn't everybody?) I find that these incidences seem to be the main talking points in the blogs I've visited. Israel attacking Palestinian and Lebanese settlements. Looks like Israel is not relenting on its bombing raids and rocket firing on the defenseless Palestinians and Lebanese. The reason, to free one Israeli soldier being held by Hamas militants and 3 more held by Hezbollah militants in Lebanon. Israel said it is retaliation for some minor raids by those militants. But do innocent people (including women and children) have to pay for their lives and have their homes destroyed.Its just that the Israelis don't like the newly elected Hamas government and want to get at Syria where the Hezbollah are stationed. And of course,cheerleaders Bushwhacking George and Blur Blair encouraging them. Uncle Kofi can keep on imploring for peace,nobody cares. UPM's Ethnic relations handbook and UPM student fiasco The handbook on ethnic relations compiled by some UPM brains was found to be factually incorrect.Some politicians say it is seditious,and historically false. The Cabinet has ordered UPM to withdraw the book and make historically and politically correct editorial amendments. There is this video clip being distributed on the Net,where a bunch of Malay students were harassing a bunch of Chinese students in one of the UPM cafetarias. The Malay students were preventing some Chinese students from distributing some leaflets. The Chinese students were asked to leave as they were from an unregistered group. Lots of shouting,abusive language and pushing and shoving. The Chinese group stubbornly held their ground. Some Malay guys were seen shoving shoes at the camera. These guys bring shame to their race and the university. If the proffessors could not write an unbiased manual on ethnic relations,how would you expect their students to behave. Allahyarham Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra,the first prime minister of Malaysia,may he rest in peace.This university was named after him,University Putra Malaysia. Sorry for the students who really wanted to study and get along well with the other races. Siti and Datuk K After playing coy with the media for months,Siti finally announced her wedding date with businessman Datuk Khalid. A press conference was specially called just to announce a wedding. Anyway,Datuk K had to settle his divorce proceedings with his first wife,before he was freed to marry Siti. That was why they were so secretive with the media then. Quote Datuk K's 14 year old son "I don't know whether to call her Kak Siti or Mak Siti" Just to remind you,whatever I have written is not verified,it is just impulsive writing.

The Wedding & The Uninvited

The father of the bride looked sternly into the eyes of the young man who was going to be his son in law ,seated in front of him.He stretched out his hand and the young man clasped it firmly. The bride's father then recited the 'ijab kabul' and shook the young man's hand. A little tear betrayed his stern countenance. The young man recited the acceptance ,clearly without fumbling, with no mistakes. The kathi, his witnesses all agree 'sah'. So,Aiyee and Lara are now legally married.Alhamdulillah. Lara's parents held a reception at their Subang Jaya residence. Most of the good people of USJ were present,except a certain blogger who might be sulking somewhere,looking at a 'card' without his name on it on his monitor. Of course,Lara's parents invited all their close `influential and powerful' friends, and their close 'powerful and influential also' relatives. There was another reception,the next evening,held at a hotel in KL. The same 'powerful and influential' guests and relatives attended this do. Last but not least,the BIG DO in Penang. Where all the Who's Who of Malaysian politics and journalism attended. Our forgotten blogger in Subang must have been sulking,missing out on the pics he could have shot if he was there.Uploading a pic from The Star is consoling,perhaps. Some of his sympathizers were so kind to him,supplying Lara's and her sister's My Space url. You voyeurs got nothing to do or what ? I really feel sorry for you misguided trouble makers. Congratulations Aiyee and Lara. Don't let these idiots spoil your happiness. Borrowed these lines from The Beatles : Although you laugh and you act like a clown Beneath this mask you are wearing a frown What have you done to deserve such a fate You realise you have left it too late. You're a loser,you're a loser And you're not what you're supposed to be You're a loser,you're a loser And you're half the man you used to be. P.S. Happy Birthday Jeni.

Jeff Ooi Gone Too Far

Malaysian bloggers are familiar with the blog `Screenshots' by Jeff Ooi. A blogger from Subang Jaya, reputedly 'the most influential blogger in Malaysia'. And it is no secret that he has an ongoing 'feud' with the New Straits Times' especially the former GEIC, Kalimullah Hassan. They can call each other names or exchange threats and innuendoes for all I care. And thats as far as it should go. We know that Kali's eldest daughter is getting married soon. I'm sure Kali did'nt invite this Jeff Ooi to the wedding reception, neither did the groom's family. So why must this Jeff post a screenshot of the wedding invitation from the groom's family on his blog ? Trying to be funny,cute,sarcastic or what,Jeff ? Or just anticipating with glee for idiotic comments from your fans and supporters. At least some of the commenters gave you a piece of their mind. They sensed something fishy in his crude mind. What he did was very lowdown,cheap and disgusting. In trying to hurt the father,he hurt the daughter,the mother and the family. Shame on you Jeff Ooi. We have no respect for you .Only contempt.

Kongsi Raya is OK

As far as I recall,my family had always been on good terms with anybody that we know and call friend,whatever race,color or religion.Rich or poor,smart or dumb,whatever. Every festival,be it Hari Raya,Chinese New Year,Deepavali or Christmas,we always join in the festivities as they would enjoy Hari Raya with our family at our house. Our parents were very affectionate and kindly to all of our friends,no matter who or what. My dad used to call every boy who comes to greet him 'son' and girls 'dear' or 'sayang'. It was a spontaneous thing with him,no bad intentions. Our pals don't come to our house just for Hari Raya,they are always around every day. There must have been something that they can't get enough of at their own home. Our parents and family made them welcomed and accepted. One of our uncles is a Chinese Muslim.Chinese New Year is observed as a festival and tradition.He gives red packets to his nephews and nieces and on Hari Raya he gives green packets.He remained a staunch Muslim until he died. Festivals are not all about religion.It does not mean that you have deviated by joining in the celebrations with your friends and neighbors. This has been the understanding of all Malaysians since ages ago. And then comes the religious zealots ,trying to break the national spirit. Making the meek insecure Muslims remorse and regret. Scaring the non Muslims,already suspicious of the Islamic faith. Kongsi Raya is blasphemy say THEY. I'm glad the government didn't bow to these extreme views. Keep on Kongsi Raya my Malaysian friends.

His Way not Your Way

Once you had it all. You ruled the land. Some loved you.Some hated you. Some shook in their pants when you glowered. You could not tolerate dissent.You could not take criticism. To say No to you is a no-no.Only Yes Sir. But you had great vision.Wonderful ideas. You made us feel proud that you lead us. We were envied by others.Copied too. And then you wanted to call it a day. There's someone new to lead us. His way was not your way.Made you furious. Things did not turn out as you planned. You turned to old foes to ridicule him. But he respects you still . He keeps quiet. But a man can take just so much beating. Be wary when he loses his patience.

Ulu Klang Landslide

At 4.45pm yesterday,during a heavy downpour, 3 blocks of longhouses in Kg Pasir,Ulu Klang,Selangor were buried under a landslide. Four lives were lost. Only recently I mentioned that Man will inflict disaster upon his own kind because of disrespect to Nature and because of his own greed. That's exactly what I feared would happen.It was proven yesterday in Ulu Klang. Ulu Klang used to be a nice cool place back in the old days.Lots of hills and trees and streams. There was once a waterfall there too. Look at the price we paid for development. Selangor MB Khir Toyo was very angry with the developer of an adjoining project on the hill.This developer was supposed to erect a retaining wall at the hill slope.He just completed construction (of the retaining wall) one week ago. The rain water must have accumulated in the voids behind the wall. The back filling was not compacted properly I'm sure.The soil would have been soggy and too dense for the new wall to retain and the wall collapsed. Bringing down the rocks and earth on to the poor settlers at the foothill. The people who provided those houses at the foothill are also responsible for the tragedy.That's the only place they can afford probably. Developers in Ulu Klang are only interested to sell those million ringgit bungalows on the hill.Who cares about the poor people living on the foot of the hill. The Ulu Klang Highland Towers lesson has not been learned.

Disasters

Disasters. Why do they pounce on us so suddenly ? Catch us unawares.Hit us when we are sleeping.When we are having a good time.When we are living peacefully. Some say it is God's `wake up call'. Some say it is God's retribution. Why not just hit the bad evil guys,not those innocent kids and good guys. Think of it like this.If you are still standing,that means you have been given another chance to fullfill your `mission' in this world. Those who have perished,God loves them more,or maybe they have completed their `tasks' on Earth. Mankind have devised so many ways to predict and warn us about impending natural disasters.But they can never predict `when'. All humankind can do is just be prepared. Sometimes we are just asking for disasters to happen.Look at how we abuse the hills.rivers and seas and even the air that we breathe. Don't ever say it is the Act of God when something bad happens. We asked for it. Powerful nations can bring disaster to your doorstep.All it takes is for one small country to defy them.Next thing you know,the country that you love becomes Hell on earth. What would you do,if your town or village is suddenly hit by an earthquake,landslide,erupting volcano,building high tidal waves. Save your own family first,naturally. How about your neighbor ? I cannot answer that truthfully.

Win or Lose

BN just won the Sarawak state elections.62 out of 71 seats. Even got 2 free on Nomination Day. But I see the CM Tok Taib does not seem happy with this victory. Because he lost 9 seats,thats why. In all his 20 over years as state CEO, he never lost that many seats. Fingers of blame seems to be pointed at a certain coalition partner. The lost seats were allocated to them. Tok Taib and his partners should ask themselves `how come ?' Sarawak is a rich state.Quite developed. Ironically,the bulk of the lost seats (and lost votes) were from the urban areas. Out of the 9 seats gained by the Opposition, the Rocket people won 6. The Eye,Snap and Independent won one each. It's pathetic to see them celebrate this `little' victory. Being such a `frust' lot,they act like they won big. Go ahead and dream.It doesn't hurt.

Mothers Day

I want a mum that lasts forever I want a mum forever and ever That's the song Chucky sang as he looked out of the airplane window.The clouds formed a fluffy and soft image of Chucky in his late mom's arms. We all would like our mums to be here forever and ever,Chucky. How we miss our mums when they are not here anymore. Mums are taken for granted,taken advantage of.You take away their sons and daughters from their arms to start your own families. Mums ,and dads too,find it heart wrenching to let go of their kids to another's family.Most of us have felt that sadness when your child leaves your nest.Deep inside,we hope and pray that your child will get all the loving and care she was used to. Have you ever been disobedient or rude to your mum ? She hurts but you don't see the pain in her heart.Mums are very good at covering up.She is not vindictive,she is very forgiving . Your food is always on the table,whether you deserve it or not. You should be remorseful for treating her bad. Dad does't give you what you want.Or you are scared to ask him anyway. Your middle-woman,mum can soft talk your dad and you might get something,maybe not what you expect to get.At least you got something. Aah.. mum's cooking ,you just can't help thinking about it.Especially when you are on your own,living on instant noodles and msg (ajinomoto) tainted warong food. Every one thinks his/her mum is the best cook. Those of you who still have your mums, mum in laws,do take good care of them.Cherish them,love them with all your hearts.Don't hurt them and don't discard them.Make their remaining years beautiful and peaceful. You will miss them a lot when they are gone.Don't make you life regretful. `Ya Allah,ampunkan dosa-dosa ibu-ibu kami.Cucurilah Rahmat ke atas roh-roh mereka.Kasihanlah mereka sepertimana mereka kasihankan kami.Masukkan mereka dalam golongan orang-orang yang beriman.Amin.' God bless you mums of yesterday,today and tomorrow.

The New Umno

This May 11,UMNO is celebrating its 60th annivesary. But is it really 60 years old or 18 years old. I just picked up this story from an alternative news site Malaysia Today. The original UMNO as we know was founded in 1946 by Datok Onn and his friends.It was a combination of several Malay interest groups in that era. Its rallying call was for the upliftment and defending the dignity of the race,religion and country. The writer also says that Umno did not fight for independence as some claimed.The fight for independence were by other groups and individuals.Most were jailed by the British or died fighting. Umno's only fight was against the Malayan Union. When the British could not handle the Communist threat in Malaya,they started discussing with Umno about independence. And Umno had to include the Chinese and Indian parties as a package to get Malaya's independence. That was the Umno our fathers and grandfathers were part of. Umno was deregistered in 1988,that means it died in 1988. The writer says that the old Umno was `purposely' deregistered so that the PM (Mahathir) could get rid of some rivals. The late Tunku,Ku Li and Musa Hitam tried to revive Umno as Umno Malaysia as soon as it was deregistered.Their attempt was in vain. Reason,The `Umno' name was already taken and was unable to register. One week after Umno Malaysia's application was rejected by the Registrar of Societies,Umno Baru's application was approved. Umno Baru was born in February 1988.Umno Baru had to make a fresh application to join Barisan Nasional in Feb.88.MCA was the acting chairman during Umno's absence. The late Tunku and the late Tun Hussein Onn(both former PMs) never became members of this Umno Baru . So now,when we talk about Umno,its not the original Umno of 1946 but the Umno of 1988.

Pakshah's First Year

How Time does fly. Some time this month,my blog will be a year old. My first anniversary as a blogger. At first,I wanted to try current affairs.You need to have a lot of `informers' and data for these reports.And you have to be `politically established' to get into this zone.Being a `armchair commentator' is not good enough if you don't have what it takes. There are so many of them already. How about specialising, I thought.Such a variety of subjects to pick. Needs lots of researching and references.Not much time for that. So I decided to start a `syok sendiri' blog. A personal blog. Many `famous and popular' bloggers look down on blogs like this. Of course,they have resources and kaki here and there. I say to them : Shut the . . . . . up.This is my blog and I love it. And that's haow it will stay. Happy Anniversary Pakshah.Blogspot.Com.

Home Improvement

My home's been kinda cramped these last few weeks. It looks like a refugee camp.There we were all huddled and bundled from room to room.Food ,at the mercy of the nearest warungs. Doing a little home improvement ,you see.Barely have time to update this blog. Anyway,its almost complete.Next task,dusting,mopping and putting things back in place. And the garden needs to be revitalised.Most of the plants looked shocked and unkempt. In a few days,hopefully,everything will be spick and span.

Tun Ghaffar Baba

Former Deputy PM Tun Ghaffar Baba passed away on 23 April 2006. He was Dr Mahathir's second deputy after Musa Hitam. Throughout his life he was faithful to UMNO and its leaders. He served under four PMs (Tunku Abdul Rahman,Tun Razak,Tun Hussein and lastly Tun Mahathir. But Tun M let him down in 1993.He was allowed to be defeated by a more financially secure Anwar Ibrahim.He lost his DPM post to Anwar. He declined numerous titles offered by the states rulers until he retired from politics. He is largely credited to the establishment of MARA and FELDA and like agencies to help the rural folks,especially the Malays.Hand in hand with Tun Razak. He should be remembered for that contribution to the Malays. My deepest condolences to his family.Al Fatihah.

The Rambutan Tree

There is this rambutan tree which I planted 7 or 8 years ago. For the past 3 seasons it didn't produce many fruits. I mean 3 or 4 fruits in a season.I got to taste its fruits only once, I think.The kids got to it earlier. So I said to the tree : ` Look here you miserable tree.I'm very very disappointed with your productivity.Three seasons I've tolerated with your poor production.This season is your last chance to prove me wrong,or its the axe for you.I kid you not,I'll chop you down.' A couple of months ago ,had a discussion with the missus and kids. If we got rid of the rambutan tree,break down the side wall of the porch,we could have a bigger porch for two cars.Everyone okayed. Started negotiating with the contractor to build the porch last month. And then surprise,surprise. The tree that I had threatened to do in started sprouting flowers from every branch.At least a hundred rambutans possibly. I couldn't chop it off now,this is rezeki (God's bounty). So I told the contractor, no you're not chopping off my tree.No extension to the porch.Instead,we'll widen the veranda,raise the floor and still have the rambutan tree and a reduced garden. Long live the trees and may they be fruitful forever.

Wiz Kid

There is this very gifted six year old in Perak.A maths wiz. He is able to solve maths problems way way beyond his years. I'm talking about very high level maths (university level). His proud parents took him all over the country to demonstrate his skills. He has been `adopted' by the Terengganu government, cos his dad was born and raised in that state. His parents declare that they nor anyone else would never exploit his ability for monetary gains. Turning seven this year,this young boy had to go to school,just like any other seven year old. It has been reported that this smart boy has been skipping school. There was a possibility that he might be expelled. The boy's reason for cutting classes,he was bored.The maths syllabus was too easy. It is reported that though he was a wiz at maths,he was almost on par with the other kids at other subjects. His parents are considering to enrol him in a private school,for special exclusive education.How that is going to help the boy,we don't know. I hope his parents consult child experts and get some expert advice. Recently ,I was shocked to read this latest news about the boy. His parents are allowing a herbal food/drink firm to use their kid's name on its products.His dad says its not exploitation.Then, what is it? Sorry kid,you're smart but your dad,I wonder.

High Cholestrol

`No more roti canai,no more nasi lemak for breakfast.No eggs,scrambled,bulls eye,half boiled or hard boiled ?' `Its okay if you want to eat them,but not so often as you do now. The results of your blood test is not so good.Your sugar count is on the borderline,your b.p.is good.Your heart beat is okay.Your kidneys are good. But your cholestrol level is very high (7.9).That's why you have to refrain from these fatty foods.I suggest you eat more oats and fruit.' She asked me if I smoked,I lied a little bit about that. Well,tomorrow I might start to change my diet and reduce smoking. It's scary but I gotta do it.

Long time no see

Wow, I haven't updated this blog for quite some time. Not feeling bright (no light bulb in my balloon) no ideas. My kids like to download stuffs, and then the maggots came via the Net. No Net connection for a week or so. Waited for my IT savviest son to fix the problem. OK now. All my kids are IT savvy,savvier than me.Shahman is the savviest cos he's taking that course in KL. So,what's up with my brood ? Lina is practising hard for her school English debate. Shafiq is growing taller and hairyer. Hasif can run like crazy. Fadzlil is getting fatter. My wife and I,we fight and then we forget. I always surrender first,for world peace.

Women's Day

March 8,International Women's Day. I salute and honor the women of the world. I cherish the women who are the women in my life. First of all,my late mum,the first woman I've ever known. My tolerant wife and bubbly daughter. My devoted and loving sisters. Daughter in law,sisters in law and aunts and nieces. There is room in my heart for all of you. I celebrate you with this song : Here's to the ladies,here's to the ladies Here's to the ladies,I love them all Here's to the ones I can recall Here's to the ladies,married or free They all look pretty good to me. The big and small ones,short and tall ones From 17 to eighty nine Here's to the ladies,I love the ladies Oh how I wish they all were mine. You go girls.Love you.

Student Abuse

Harian Metro (3rd March 2006) Front Page Headlines : Pelajar Amok Guru (Student attacks teachers) Byline : Omar Osman Translation of the story: Just because she was not satisfied with the teacher's reply to her query on the Science and Bahasa test papers,a form three student from the Special Education Class in a secondary school in Sungai Layar ,Sungai Petani,was alleged to have attacked her form teacher and the discipline teacher. The girl is hearing and speech disabled (deaf and mute) . The teachers' version: Because she (student) was not satisfied with the teacher's explanation,the student tore up the test paper and was told off by the teacher.The student became aggresive and kicked the teacher. The teacher reported to the discipline teacher.The girl then attacked the male discipline teacher.The girl was pushed in self defence by the DT.The teacher alleged that the girl broke his glasses. The incident was reported to the HM,the District Education Office and to the police. The girl has been suspended from school until her parents come to settle the problems with the Education office. Mother's Version : Her mum Mdm Law alleges that her daughter was beaten,punched and kicked until she was bruised on her arm and her back,by the discipline teacher. When the girl tore up the test paper,the teacher hit her,and banged her head on the wall. She had to undergo medication in hospital. After meeting the teachers and district education officers,she was not happy with their action and has made a counter police report. Kuala Muda District police confirms recieving both reports. The Star (6 March ) Pg 24 Heading : Mum lodges report daughter also molested Byline: Tunku Shahariah and R.Surendran The mum of the student who was allegedly punched and kicked last Wednesday,has lodged another report claiming that her daughter had also been molested. The incident happened last January. A male teacher called her (the disabled student) and another girl to his office in SPK Sg Layar.The male teacher allegedly touched them immorally and only stopped when they started crying. A teacher advised the mum to take her daughter out of the hostel. Kedah Education Exco waiting for police to complete investigation. Police are investigating.School authorities decline to comment. Harian Metro has no follow up on this new development. Now ,can you tell me who's lying,who's telling the truth.

Panicky Malaysians

After the petrol and diesel price hike was announced on 27th Feb,what did you do ? Just like a typical Malaysian,you drove to the nearest petrol station,fill up your tanks. Just to save a few ringgit.Never mind the few millilitre you would have burnt,making your way through the traffic jam,going to the petrol pump,queuing and coming back. And in a few days you are going to fill your tank again. So much hassle to save a few bucks. Malaysians are like this.Panic,rush rush, complain. Tomorrow everything's back to normal. Malaysians take a lot of time to absorb the realities. Always lose control of their senses . I am no economist,but I do know that nothing stays cheap forever. The costs of every damn thing will go up and never come down. Only commodities prices fluctuate. So learn to live with it.Be a survivor.Don't be a whiner.

PDK

The Social Welfare Dept was set up to assist the needy,the poor,the destitute,disaster victims and especially the disabled people. Many NGOs set up centres for the disabled,mostly in the towns and cities.Way out of reach of disabled persons in the rural areas.There are no public transport to get there and even if there was its not `disabled friendly'. How do these `special people' get the facilities enjoyed by their urban counterparts. The Welfare Dept introduced the Pemulihan Dalam Komuniti (PDK) program.PDK means Rehabilitation Within the Community. This PDK centre is set up within the neighborhood.Any disabled person living in that area or nearest to it is entitled to register. Teachers are trained by the department . These `special kids' are taught living skills and basic education like counting,knowing alphabets,numbers,colours. Bigger kids learn handicraft,cooking and sewing. The department supervisors monitor the progress of the teachers and `students'. Sometimes these special kids join in with the activities organised by the community. Each PDK can have its own activity programs.Usually combined with their families and community members. The local health authority is supposed to make visits to the centres to check on the kids' health and the hygiene of the centres. My boy Shafiq is one of the students of the Pokok Macang PDK.I am a member of the management committee. The chairperson is appointed by the local MP,must be someone from the local UMNO or BN branch.Must be very close to the local politicians.Funny,this is a social body but politics still count. The treasurer is also a local resident.The rest of the committee are the parents of the special kids and the local health officer (normally a govt staff nurse). Presently,we don't have our own building.Now sharing the local community hall. A room is allotted for the PDK. Our MP Shariff Omar has donated a piece of land to build our centre.No action has been taken to speed up processing by the Land Office.Wake up Chairman ! Last Thursday,I attended a state level meeting of all the PDKs in Penang with the Social Welfare Dept in KOMTAR. There are 35 PDKs in the state.PW North has the most, 8 PDKs. I met all the chairpersons and reps of the various PDKs.Some are nice guys and some are pompous dictators and primadonnas. One lady was expressing her disappointment on her PDK (Ptg Damar Laut,SW Dist.) being placed 2nd to a Terenggannu PDK in a national level competition. One chairman (PDK Ptg Bendahari,PW North) sulked because the Welfare Minister Shahrizat could'nt officiate the opening of his new building. Some of these guys were bloody rude.Talking on the cellphones while the Director of the State Welfare was giving his opening speech.When they are appointed by their political boss,they don't have to respect the govt people.Hey Fool,this is the guy who is going to give you the money for your activities and other items.Show some respect. Some of them are really shameless.They dare to ask the Welfare Dept to organise trips to Sabah and Sarawak, with govt money.I doubt that they really care about the special kids and other disables they are supposed to protect and educate. Actually these people are the disabled - caring disabled,mentally challenged,addicted to free food,free everything. How can we have a caring society when the people who are chosen to care do not care at all,only care for themselves.

Reshuffle

Pak Lah finally announced his Cabinet reshuffle.It was not so `inspiring' don't you think. Many political `critics' seemed disappointed.Many sarcastic comments were made. Some people were happy and smiling. This is what Pak Lah has to say to his critics. ` I am not bothered by your comments.I am keen to see my task through.These people whom I have named can do the job.I will be keeping an eye on them.' People out there,don't underestimate the PM.I'm sure he knows what he has to do. He is running the country,not you. Too bad,he did't fullfill your `wish list'.This is not Akademi Fantasia.You cannot pick your minister by SMS. Its been two years since Pak Lah became PM. There are some changes being made slowly. At least ,there is some freedom to voice your opinions. Nobody would have dared to speak against Dr M.Remember Anwar Ibrahim. Even a patient man like Pak Lah can lose his cool if pushed too far.

Its Time To Stop

Its time to stop all this nonsense. Nobody wants to give in.Each side wants to uphold their rights. In the end,nobody wins.Every one lost their respect,their humanity. Some lost their properties,some lost their lives. We all got emotional and worked up.Then we should realise,it won't work out,ranting and shouting. There shouldn't be any needless violence.We all have to live with each other. We should respect others beliefs and others rights to exist. Instead of shaking our fists at each other let us be reasonable. Is it so hard to say sorry for publishing or saying something which you know will not be liked or tolerated by others. Is it so hard to protest without destroying people's property,without being violent. If everybody want their own way,we will never understand each other.

Insulting Cartoons.

Totally irresponsible ! Disgusting ! What am I ranting about ? Those revolting caricatures of Prophet Muhammad in the Danish newspaper. I've seen them (courtesy of some sickos who provided a URL link). Its not very nice,nasty and disgusting. The paper Jylland-Poste had apologised saying it is their priviledge to practise press freedom.They don't care if it offended the Muslims. Their PM supported them,he's sorry if the Muslims are offended but he says the press in his country are free to publish anything.And he has the bloody cheek to ask Muslim countries to protect Denmark's embassies and citizens from angry Muslim protesters. The cartoons have since been published in Norway,France,Italy,Germany and Spain. The US and Britain have warned their papers not to publish them.Good for you George and Tony.At least you have some respect for Islam. Protests and demonstrations,some turning into riots,are taking place in every Muslim city and European cities. My Muslim brothers,I know you are angry and upset with these stuck up Europeans. Boycott all their products by all means.Don't burn buildings and start battles . A few people have died unnecessarily. You misguided Islamphobics,if you really want world peace,learn up about other religions.Don't think you are so superior that you can get away with what you did. We will all be judged by God one day.

Maal Hijrah 1427

Muslims all over the world welcomes the Hijrah New Year 1427. The Muslim New Year is not celebrated in such a spectacular way like some other New Years.We sort of acknowledge this passing of time,and take note of its significance to our lives.There are special prayers (doa) at the end of the previous year and the beginning of the next year. We ask Allah to forgive our wrongdoings for the previous year and ask for guidance for the coming year. The Hijrah calendar was calculated from the day Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) migrated from Mecca to Medina in July 622AD. The calendar was the idea of Prophet Muhammad's (pbuh) Companion Saidina Umar Al-khattab,with the help of prominent Muslim astrologers and mathematicians.The calendar was introduced in 638AD. The calendar is divided into 12 months,just like the Gregorian calendar. Instead of 365 days,there are only 354 days.11 days shorter. Going by this calendar,you would be a year older when you reach the age of 35,and two years older when you reach the age of 70. Hijrah means migrate or move on.The concept of Hijrah in our life is to make a change for the better,to improve,to make a better life,change our mindset from negative to positive. But we should'nt just change for the new year,it should be ongoing and be a part of our life. Happy Maal Hijrah 1427 to all .

Fun with the Chinese Zodiac

Happy Chinese New Year to all and also to my semi-Chinese cousins whoever and wherever you are. Just browsed thru the Chinese zodiac to see what years we belonged to.This is what I found : My Dad (b.Aug.11,1918)-Year of the Horse My Mum (b.Oct.7,1925) - Year of the Ox Bro.Emran (b.Dec.15,1944) - Year of the Monkey Me (b.Jan.2,1947) - Year of The Dog Bro.Maher (b.Apr.12,1948) - Year of the Rat Bro.Adyll (b.May 5,1949) - Year of the Ox Sis.Jeniffa (b.July 13,1950) - Year of the Tiger Bro.Izron (b.Sept.13,1952) - Year of the Dragon Bro.Fajar (b.Dec.5,1954) - Year of the Horse Sis.Helinna (b.Nov.1,1960) - Year of the Rat My Missus (b.Dec.30,1954) - Year of the Horse Son Firdaus (b.Oct.27,1978) - Year of the Horse Son Fahmie (b.Sept.30,1981) - Year of the Rooster Son Fadzlil (b.Oct.25,1983) - Year of the Boar Son Shahman (b.Dec.23,1986) - Year of the Tiger Dotter Lina (b.Jan.19,1991) - Year of the Horse Son Shafiq (b.Aug.23,1994) - Year of the Dog Dot in law Zu (b.July 1981) - Year of the Rooster Grandson Hasif (b.Sept.12,2004) Year of the Monkey I looked up the characteristics of the relevant Years. You don't have to believe,its just for fun. The Rats (Maher and Helinna) Imaginative,charming,generous to those you love. Quick tempered and overly critical,inclined to be opportunistic. Careers : Sales,Writing,Critic,Publicist. The Ox (Mum and Adyll) Born leaders,inspirational. Conservative,methodical.Good with their hands. Chauvinistic,always demanding their own way. Careers: Skilled surgeon,General,Hairdresser. The Tigers (Jeniffa & Shahman) Sensitive,emotional,capable of great love. Tendency to get carried away.Stubborn about what they think is right. Hothead or rebel. Careers:Boss,Explorer,Race Car Driver,Matador. The Dragon (Izron) Full of vitality and enthusiasm. Foolhardy and 'big mouth' at times. Intelligent,gifted,perfectionist. Unduly demanding on others. Careers: Artist,Priest,Politician. The Horse (Dad,Fajar,Milah,Firdaus,Lina) Hardworking,very independent. Intelligent,friendly,can be egoistic. Career: Adventurer,Scientist,Poet,Politician. The Monkey (Emran,Hasif) Intelligent,clever wit.Extraordinary nature & magnetic personality. Well liked. Opportunist,distrustful of other people. Careers : Success in any field he tries. The Rooster (Zu,Fahmie) Hard worker,shrewd in decision making. Often speak their mind,seems boastful to others. A dreamer,flashy dresser,extremely extravagant. Career: Restaurant owner,Publicist,Soldier,World Traveler. The Dog (Me & Shafiq) Honest & faithful to those they love. Constant worrier,sharp tongued,fault finder. Career : Businessman,Activist,Teacher,Secret Agent. The Boar (Fadzlil) A splendid companion,intellectual,sets difficult goals. Sincere,tolerant & honest.Expects same from others. Incredibly naive. Career: Entertainer,Lawyer. After reading this,just take the good points and improve on it. Don't believe too much.This is all in good fun Happy Chinese New Year. Selamat Menyambut Awal Muharram (Maal Hijrah).

You Must Not Be Rude

Malaysia is a free country. I believe in freedom of speech,just like any Malaysian. Its all right to express your views on anything you like. But you must not be rude and insult people.People's race,custom and religion. Recently there has been much discussion about Islamic laws.On why the civil court refused to interfere with the ruling of a religous court. About a deceased who had converted to Islam without his family's knowledge.He died under the care of his wife who was not a Muslim. His widow said,he did not practise his Islamic faith,while he was under her care,so he was to be given a Hindu burial. The Shariah court declared that he was still a Muslim and was given a Muslim burial. The civil court told the deceased's family that it was not empowered to change the ruling by the Shariah court. We feel very sad for the family,but that's the situation.Ain't nothing you can do about it. And then came the armchair critics and opportunistic politicians.Some non Islamic religous people were critical but they managed to express themselves rationally and calmly. The non-Muslim politicians and their supporters were demanding for a change in the Constitution.Let the civil courts override the rulings of the Shariah court.Some non-Muslim ministers even dared to send a memorandum to the PM. The PM stood firm ,there will not be any changes.And the non-Muslim ministers apologised to the PM and pulled back their memorandum. The Muslim ministers and government officers should not be arrogant.Show them the positive side of Islam.Point out where they have misstepped. There are still some people picking on this issue in the internet. Friend,if you do not know enough about Islamic laws or Islam,don't try to be a hero and do not insult Islam.

I've Got The Music In Me

I got the music,I got the music in me.. I've got the music in me since I was a little kid. Our parents loved music.That love of music trickled down to us and to our own kids. In fact everyone was exposed to some kind of music in the early parts of their lives.Who can forget the lullabies our parents crooned to calm us down,to lull us to sleep. To a Muslim baby,his first exposure to a melody was when his father or grandfather whispered the iqamah (a shorter version of the azan) in his right and left ear. When we could talk,we learned the nursery rhymes and folk songs. When we grew older we develop our own taste of music. Our grandma,Tok Bibi taught us some old folk songs like Trek Tek Tek, Burung Kakak Tua,Anak Ikan Makan Ikan,Ikan Kikik ,Suriram. She could also sing the Malay hits of her time,songs by R.Azmi and P.Ramlee and songs from the bangsawan (Malay Theatre). But she really thrilled us with her rendition of English songs.Our favourites were It's A Long Way To Tipperarry and Oh My Darling Clementine. She was multilingual.She sang some songs in her Ceylonese language. She could sing some Japanese tunes too. My grandma was a diva of her era. Our parents' musical tastes was greatly influenced from their educational background and working environment.Both were English educated. So they prefered western music to Malay music and thus influenced us too. My dad loved dance music (samba,rumba,foxtrot and swing).He was quite a good musician.He played mandoline,banjo and ukelele. His fave singers were Bing Crosby,Eddie Fisher,Doris Day,Johnnie Ray and Dean Martin.My mum lerves Dean Martin. I remember when I was 10 or 11,my dad took me and my big bro Emran to see the movie Jailhouse Rock. That was my first introduction to the King of Rock N Roll,Elvis Presley.I was hooked on rock n roll. My big bro and my older cousins were already into this rock music stuff. My bro Maher and me were soon swept by this rock music. Maher became the Elvis of his school. During school holidays,we gathered in our garage with our neighbors and cousins.Dad bought us a guitar,with some tin cans and a broomstick double bass ,we became a band.We sang all the popular songs,songs by Elvis,Cliff Richard,Paul Anka,Neil Sedaka,Everly Bros.Yes,we thought we were great.Indeed,we were great. In the mid 60s,Beatlemania took over the music world.We were struck too. Our repertoire changed to Beatles,Rolling Stones,Herman's Hermits,Swinging Blue Jeans,The Animals,Dave Clark Five. At the same time,Malay music was changing ,they called it Pop Yeh Yeh. I never cared much about this Pop yeh yeh.It goes like..fast guitar rifts,three or four drum thuds,and then the singer drags his voice singing melancholy lyrics.That's what I think of pop yeh-yeh.Yucks. The music died the day my dad passed away.At least for me,for some time. We had to be serious about our future.We all got to work. When we moved to our new home,we were older,wiser and subdued. We still kept track of our musical interests.No more jamming like before. One by one,we settled down and raised our own families. Most of our kids still keep the music going.We elders try to keep up. My '35 year old' sister,recently asked me,'Do you know The Killers ?' Her son Aqil is compiling a video and has The Killers music as a background. '35 year old sister',I know who The Killers are now. You know you got to help me out Don't put me in the backburner Yes you got to help me out. I got sold but I'm not a soldier I got sold but I'm not a soldier I do keep in touch with the kids' music. I've got the music in me.

Lina turns 15

The girl who was 14 going on 15 finally turns 15 today. Lina Masturah,its your birthday.Happy birthday from Mak,Bapak,all your abangs ,kakak,adik and anak buah. Lina is my only daughter and I feel that sometimes I do dote on her. I guess,all dads are a little soft with their daughters than their sons. This morning,you spent your birthday at the hospital.The doctor said she can't diagnose your problem until she recieves the 'cytology test results' of the liquid that they drained from your neck.So its back to school for you. Your parents' wish for you is that you will always be healthy and happy. Be more responsible,help out in the house whenever you can. Study hard,you're sitting for the PMR exams this year.Spend less time chatting online.Don't neglect your religous duties. We love you very much just as you love us all. Happy birthday my dear. (sorry I haven't given any present yet)

Lina gets warded

Some time in the middle of last month,a bunch of mumps carrying virus were floating in the air looking for a victim.They spotted a 14 going on 15 year old girl.She would be their victim. So this girl was afflicted with the mumps virus.The medical term for it is epidemic paratitis.The word `mumps' was actually coined from the word 'chipmunk'.You know,the cheeks and jawls look puffy like a chipmunk with his mouth full of nuts. The doctor prescribed antibiotics to destroy the virus.The antibiotics did their job well.No more mumps.Something else happened. Our body has several glandular lumps,like near the ears,armpits and elsewhere. These lumps are called lymph nodes. After doing their task,the antibiotics decided to hang around.They camped in the lymph node below the girl's ears,near her neck.It turned into a big lump,just like a bisul (boil).The local doc said the girl has to go to the hospital to remove that lump. So,that girl,my daughter Lina skipped school on Friday the 13th and presented herself to the Seberang Jaya hospital and was immediately warded.She was so scared of the `surgery' that she would have to experience. All that the hospital doc did was prick a tiny hole and pump out the liquid to reduce the swelling.She was discharged yesterday and she has to go to a specialist in BM Hospital for further treatment.The lump is still there but feels a bit hard,because the liquid has been drained out. I don't know what treatment they intend to give.Wait till tomorrow and see.

Hari Raya Aidil Adha

Today 10 th day of Zulhijjah is Hari Raya Aidil Adha (Hari Raya Haji). This season,more than 2 million Muslims from all over the world are performing the Haj,the 5th tenet of Islam. My brother Adyll and his wife Ani are among them. We were quite worried when we heard about the hostel that collapsed in Mecca.Thank God they were not around there.My deepest condolences to the families that lost their loved ones in that mishap. Iwish my brother and my sis-in-law good health, have a meaningful Haj. Most important,come home safely to your family. For the rest of us who are not making the pilgrimage, we have sunat Hari Raya Aidil Adha prayers with the relevant sermons,mostly reminding us on what is Hari Raya Aidil Adha or Hari Raya Kurban is all about. This year I participated in the kurban (sacrifice) at my wife's village in Batu Uban. All the kurban meat was cooked by the village folks and everyone was invited for the kenduri (feast). Selamt Hari Raya Aidil Adha .

Look at this scenario

Look at this scenario. An accident happens.Someone is killed. Oh my God the deceased is a well known person. The scene of the accident, a badly maintained development project. The investigators and the media descend on the scene. They shake their heads and wring their hands.My God,how could such a horrible thing happen to such a decent fellow. The deceased's wife is still in critical condition.The driver was badly injured. The next day.Fingers are pointed here and there.Nobody wanted to take the rap for what happened and what could have been prevented. In the end,the builder was blamed.The enforcement authorities said that this builder has been ordered to improve the safety requirements of his site several times (7 times I heard).It seems 'safety' is not a factor with these characters,only fast and profit. Can we totally blame the builder ? Why didn't the enforcement agencies order work to stop,when they knew he was not complying with safety regulations at the first instant.Is there some more powerful authority that is being protector to these crooks ? Yesterday the harassed Labour Minister finally instructed the builder to stop work immediately.Too late. Too late.This is our govt leaders style.Make a lot of noise and hype after something awful has happened.Especially when that awful thing happens to one of their family,family's friend or business partner.Even the mainstream media are guilty of this.They like to highlight these stories. Other ordinary folks won't make front page news. I would like to ask all civil servants to do your work sincerely (lillahitaala) without fear or favour.And all elected representatives to do your job too. Don't wait for election season. Some of your constituents have never seen your faces.

Reassessing Myself

How time flies.I'm a year older. This is the moment I would reflect upon my past.This is the time to reassess myself. Have I improved my character ? Have I provided well for my family ? Have I been a good father ? Have I been a good husband ? Have I been a good son ? Have I been a good brother ? Have I been a good friend ? Have I hurt anyone's feelings ? Have I offended anyone,was I rude ? Have I been arrogant when I should have been humble ? Have I contributed to my community ,the country ? Have I been a good citizen ? Have I been faithful to God and my religion ? Have I forgotten to thank God for my existence ? Have I counted my blessings ? Have I been fair and just ? Have I kept my promises ? Have I been taking care of my health ? Questions,questions,questions. Only I can answer. I have to look at myself inside and outside to find the answers. Deep deep inside. Allah will guide me.Inshaallah. You my loved ones can tell me some of the answers. It might be sweet.It might be bitter. But its for my own good.Thank you.

Its A New Day

Its a new day.Its a new year. This year we will ACCENTUATE THE POSITIVE ELIMINATE THE NEGATIVE AND DON'T BE MR IN-BETWEEN Lets all do it.

May Each Day

Way back in the 60s and 70s,there was this show hosted by Andy Williams.At the end of his show he would sign out with the song 'May Each Day'. Now at the end of Twenty Oh Five,I got to thinking about the song.The lyrics might be 'fluffy' or 'drippy' to you youngsters, but dammit I like it.So shut your mouth. Your mum and dad likes it too. The lyrics shall be my message for this year,next year and many more years.I'm not a poet,I just borrow words. It goes like this: May each day in the week be a good day May each dawn Find you happy and gay. May each day in the month be a good day May you make friends with each one you meet And may all of your daydreams be memories And may all of your memories be sweet. May each day in the year be a good day May the lord always watch over you And may all of your hopes turn to wishes And may all of you wishes come true. The weeks turn to months and the months into years There'll be sadness and joy There'll be laughter and tears. But one thing I pray to heaven above May each of your days be a day full of love. May each day of your life be a good day May the lord always watch over you May each one in your life be as lovely as the one you share with you today. May each day in your life be a good day and good night. Goodbye Twenty Oh Five. Welcome Twenty Oh Six. Happy New Year.