Monday, December 30, 2013

Golf revisit.

30.12.2013.

Before closing 2013, isn't it appropriate for me to come back to golf, my addictive pastime ?

My notes tell me that it's been an ok year. Early tomorrow morning I'm taking Maulud to meet our regular Thursday foursome, this time not on a Thursday nor at the club, but at Nilai Spring.  The outcome is predictable - it'll be a stroll, ha ha.

Our "kaki's" are two former Judges who now make SIGC their base but playing, in their glorious retirement, all over the place. This year somehow we bumped into each other and agreed to meet Thursdays, and we have mostly made it for the last few months. As I said, with due respect, my more frequent practice so far has made the outcome predictable. They're no slouches, but just don't play enough.

Dato' Sulaiman is the more jovial of the two and  carries a mean iron. His woods are less predictable. Dato' Azhar says he plays a number of games, but now keeps  golf as his chosen sport. He keeps on buying new clubs, new bags and new shoes.  I have even stopped buying new balls.

My partner, Maulud, at 73, is the oldest of the four, but probably hits the longest. His thin, wiry frame belies the power of his swing. I can only match him in the short game.

As usual, there'll be a little gamesmanship and a small wager to make things interesting. The only question is it's been many,many years since I played in Nilai, so I don't know how my short game will be. I'll probably irritate the opposition harder.

I told Maulud to meet me at 7 sharp, and we'll take the Lekas and that should be a quick half-hour to Nilai. But Maulud's biggest problem is his tardiness. Our tee-time is 8, and there's always a crowd at Nilai, and I can't leave Maulud behind the way I have done when we play at the club.

Wednesday Ah Meng and Bus Chong will play with me at the club. That'll be New Year and we may have a bigger-than-usual crowd, but I doubt it. Seremban must be the least crowded golf course in the  world. But that serves me just fine. It should be another good year, golf-wise.



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Ameng

30.12.2013.

Ameng started school today and promptly fell in a drain and dirtied his school uniform. That's Ameng for you.

From small he has always been contrary. When Acad does something, he'll do something else. When the kindergarten got all the children to dance, he sat back and simply refused to join in. When everyone else happily took the ice cream cones, he chose chewing gum.

Recently when we visited, he pestered me  to take him back to Seremban. When we got back to their house to pick up a change of clothes, he decided to play badminton first. The trip was off. A grandfather must stick to his guns. While he can.

Ameng didn't begin to talk early. He refused to shake my hands whenever we met until years later. Now he's ok in that department.  But earlier I was serious when I told No.2 Son to take his son to the doctor and see if he has any learning difficulty. No.2 Son of course didn't.  But we know better now. Ameng doesn't have any learning difficulty. He's just difficult.

Recently coming back from Gombak returning to Subang Jaya Ameng asked Adik to stop the car to piss. Adik knows too well what Ameng is capable of, but you can't simply stop on the DUKE and and get Ameng to  unrinte by the roadside, so we stopped at the next toll plaza, the Subang exit, and father and son jumped out. But instead of easing himself in the toilet, Ameng just did his thing into the grass outside the car. We could have done that half-an-hour ago.

When school  starts next week, I don't know the stuff  he'll do. Hopefully he'll fit in and settle down in school.  But his teachers will have their hands full. Ameng will make sure of that.



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Sunday, December 29, 2013

The last weekend for 2013

29.12.2013


We met up again after , I don't know, how long was it ? - Col. "Rimau", Tajri and Faizul, at Aik Kheow's daughter's wedding to a US domicile Korean at the One World at First Avenue One Damansara last Saturday. The wife couldn't make it with so many things happening at home this last weekend of  the year.

With the noise of the going-ons it was difficult to carry on any conversation around our no 16 table, so mostly I talked to Faizul sitting next to me. Col. Rimau as usual was carrying on with his bombastic pronouncements on what he perceived to be the current political scene (totally lopsided, as usual) and then turning to Tajri, talking to him but covering his hand on his mouth as if to be mute whatever secretive message he had. I just ignored him. Faizul and I had some catching up to do anyway, so we were engrossed. When Tajri and Col. Rimau took their early leave, Faizul and I stayed. Eventually I  left before him at about 10.

Aik Kheow, Tajri, Col. Rimau and Faizul and I went back to 1985 when I was with Felda Angkut.  Now it's called something else. Faizul was one of my operations managers, and the others were our contractors. As I remarked to Faizul that night, I helped all three in no small way in their businesses. I pointed out that I chose Kudrat Maritime over the others for no other reason than that Osman brought Tajri to see me.  I remember the first time we played golf together (me with no handicap !) at the par 3 Saujana Golf & Country Club and I used a driver. I thought all  tee shots were  with that club !

Aik Kheow sends his annual Raya greetings, as does Tajri, but that's about it now. And this wedding invitation.  But Aik Kheow hasn't missed all four of my children's weddings, and I went to Taiping twice for his two sons' weddings. But Tajri missed my daughter's wedding. When we went to London in 1986 I remember Tajri helped carry my 2-year old daughter in the cold, walking to Oxford Street from our apartment.

I brought Faizul to MHS, I think it was 1992. He was hesitant at first. I think he expected a better offer. I told him come first, things should work out.  This is business, and I'm here. He accepted. I think he's happy he came. After I left in 1994, he also left to join Kudrat Maritime, and now he's part-owner after buying out Tajri. He couldn't have done this if he remained in Felda Angkut.

I left without telling Aik Kheow, the busy host, but told Faizul to do so. I had golf fixed on Sunday.


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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Kulim

17.12.2013.

Din loaned his MPV for the trip Thursday - Saturday for Haffizi's wedding at Kulim. Dek Mah and Ati came with us, in fact it was Ati and Alip who brought the MPV from Bahau. Alip said the van had been recently serviced and when I checked the oil at Kulim, sure enough, it's new and clear.

This was my first Kulim trip. I've driven to Kedah scores of times but haven't been to Kulim. It took us 5 hours from Seremban, taking the highway exit Kulim-Lunas straight into the town. It's like any Malaysian town - there're the new and the old, except driving through Kedah we passed the wide padi lands, something missing before.

With the akad and the reception, we spent three days and two nights there. Nosa gave us a home-stay accomodation, a fairly large three-room brick house about 600 meters from the surau, the nikah venue. We had plenty of time to practise our Kedah dialect - "awat kalut !"

There're plenty of eating places and the fares are cheap, but my God, the flies are really bad. I think it's  the wet surroundings or something. We moved a few times to find eating places with more manageable fly situation. Even the bride's house was terribly infested. It's a wonder nobody got sick.

I'm glad we made the trip. Nosa and Acik would have been disappointed, otherwise. In fact there were about 20 of us who made it from the Pilah group. Not too bad. 

The return reception in Kuala Pilah is on Christmas Day. Wonder how many of them would make it.

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

UMNO GA 2013

3.12.2013.

In the next few days the  local media will spread out their dutiful coverage of the 2013 UMNO General Assembly. Anyone with any pretension on Malaysian politics  would follow the deliberations. This, in terms of numbers, would be the biggest General Assembly  ever, and coming after GE 13, the most important  for the rest of the party's future. 

UMNO will have to get past the party jokers who come each year to try and outdo each other in getting the biggest laughter.  There are  serious issues here. These are no laughing matters.

First, problems must be recognized and the remedies outlined.

Second, the future leaders must be identified and their ideas sought.

Third, the committment to an agreed plan of action must be made right before the Assembly.

The issues are singularly clear - the spade has to be called a spade.
The future leaders mostly lurk in the sidelines - they have to be given a prominent place behind the retiring and to-be-retired present leaders.

The plan of action has to be spelt in black-and-white and the deadlines struck solid.

Otherwise it will be just another assembly, joking its way to UMNO's imminent demise. And that could be sooner than the delegates, poor fellows, ever expect.



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Saturday, November 16, 2013

More limericks

16.11.2013.

He was a national tennis player, was A.K.Bear
Even while in  Form Five and still unaware
Of the big wide world and professional sportsmen
With their big prize-money and many a big endorsement
But at Hank's book launch, he was busy with his own affair.

Halim rockfoundation said he'd take a miss 
So he was nowhere in the premise 
Though his name was in the acknowledgement's  middle
As being one of  Hank's inspirational people
He's  probably busy compiling his own thesis.

Salim, Jerry, Noor Shaari, Aziz and Mat Nor Gear
Were some of the familiar people from the alma mater
Many others who also came 
With their better halves, too, I cannot name
Many more, if free,  would have been here.

It was inspirational, to say with pride 
Seeing an old friend showing a new side 
Prose, poetry, painting and what-not
Showing that age doesn't need to rot
Savour life and enjoy the ride.

Those are some of the notations
For a simple gathering and a celebration
Life's too short to dwell on the sadness
That's part of it,  too clear in our awareness 
Bravo, Hank, for your publication.


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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Hank's do at the Lake Club.

13.11.2013.

I made it to Hank's book launch, maybe 15-20 minutes late. There was a Club competition in Seremban in the morning, then I rushed to Ismail Hassan's son's wedding in Paroi, then I took the Lekas to KL. I didn't know it's Club Perdana now. You don't have to rename everything, you know - there should be some historical value to old established names of roads & places.

It was a good turnout, mostly of course old "budak" boys. Hank said in his rambling speech at the end of the presentation that he was overwhelmed by everybody's presence. We all rather enjoyed the whole thing, plus the tea & cakes afterwards. A. K. Bear even managed to slip several invitations sticking out of his batik shirt pocket of his son's coming wedding to several people there, including me. And I managed to get my copy of "Rainbow" signed by the author, after Noor Shaari showed me his copy.  I remarked "you're using American English spelling." "That is on purpose - to sell better" Hank explained.

I forgot to look at Hank's paintings because we were all talking at the same time, and after about 5 p.m.  I slipped out without telling the host, and only back in my car I remembered about them.

Halim "rock foundation" wasn't there, although Hank mentioned him in his acknowledgement, as he, surprisingly, did me, too. Hank and me and rock foundation were also for a while house mates, too, at varsity, at Kawasan Melayu and later section 17 P.J. After landing different jobs we only bumped into each other once in a long while, although for a short period in the early 80's Hank and I played golf in KGNS. In fact Hank and I took up the game together. The difference now is I'm still at it, while Hank is probably now the game's loss.

I posted earlier that I might get inspired by the book launch. I am. I must start doing something about putting my thoughts in print. And come to think of it, I used to be pretty handy with my paint brushes myself. One of my paintings used to hang in the RMC dining hall - I wonder if it's still there.

So, here , Hank.

There was this chap from Pulau Pandan, Pelangai
He went to school at VI
He used to work  in Jengka
Then KL as a banker
And now he's this busy  blogger guy.


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Monday, October 21, 2013

Hank's book launch.

21.10.2013.

This Sunday 10th. November Hank has invited me to the Lake Club for his book's launching - I'm looking forward to it, except I've also signed up for my golf club's monthly medal the same day. So I might be a bit late, but better late than never, they say. I didn't think Hank had it in him, but I suppose you can't know about everything in a friend. He has mentioned something about poetry before, but I've not registered it. So this is it, eh ?

I've been thinking about writing years ago, after I'd started working, and in fact I enrolled in a writing correspondent course and had  submitted a first, and last, assignment. I just lost interest, although the first comments returned to me was encouraging. Over the years I've collected several books on essay and short-story writing, but I've not actually sat down to pore over them. Maybe after this I might just do that.

I remember writing several Malay "sajaks" while in school and just after the SPM, but the late Dr. Anuar Arai took them and never returned them to me. He was also into "sajak" then. In fact he went on to do his PhD in Theatre or something. He taught at one of the local universities until retirement and passed away some years ago.

Hank says in his invitation card "Rainbow poetry and prose". So he's got both forms in the same book. Let's see how it turns out. I wish him all the best. I hope he's an inspiration.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Post-wedding muses.

25.8.2013.

Now that the last "khenduri" I'll ever organize is over and done with, I should pat myself on the back for a job well-done, and reflect on my humble fortunes, such as they are.

I met Dato' Hamdan, ex-Speaker DUN Negeri Sembilan, at the Giant, Ampangan, yesterday. We share the same political fate - we were the DUN elected members for the same period and duration - 1995-1999. He lost the Divisional Head's post to Mat Hasan, the current MB, I was dropped by Isa, the MB at that time. Hamdan and I went into political wilderness; 

Mat Hasan is riding his steady political career;  Isa has been a party heavyweight who enjoys the sustenance of that enviable position. But, as they say, that is another story.

The first thing I said to Hamdan was a friendly rebuke for not coming to my daughter's wedding the night before. His ready excuse was he didn't get my invitation, although he confirmed that he's still at the old address. I went on to say Isa and Mat Hasan also didn't come although invited. I met Mat Hasan personally to hand him my invitation. Only his wife came. He said  had to chair the SIGC AGM. When I was the GM where I worked, I would adjust my schedule to suit my itinerary. I guess that's how high he placed my affairs in his scheme of things. That's ok. 

As for Isa, Hamdan defended that  Isa had his Raya open house Friday. I guess that's how high he placed my affairs in his scheme of things. But that's ok, too. 

I told Hamdan to tell Isa, next time he meets him, that I was aware that he was going to drop me in 1999. I had been in the "new" UMNO since 1987 and I could  sense these things. I told Hamdan to tell Isa that I had always, politically, supported him, that I took my elected position in the DUN seriously and never spoke without notes, so that I would do justice to my job.  Whatever negetive impression he held about me towards the last one to two years of my service in the state are not facts. And, I told Hamdan, I say this with God my witness.

I had a pleasant surprise when my first cousin Dato' Dr. Muhammad Nor Abdul Ghani and Zaiton his wife came. Surprise because after three earlier weddings that he didn't attend, this time  he finally came. Pleasant because it certainly was.  But very touching was Aman Shah, who had a stroke, and Salomi, who came all the way from Perlis. We go back to old Felda days - 1968 to be exact. Aman sat with Dato' Ishak, and jokingly I told Ishak Aman is PKR !

Old school mates fromTanjong Malim, Kuala Pilah, Port Dickson and Sungai Besi, varsity friends and old housemates, people I worked with through all the years, golfing friends, political acquintances and selected neighbours made up my guests' list, although, as to be expected, some didn't make it. But the dewan was full, and except for a few tables, all seats occupied. Some of these faces I'll probably never see again.

I was  happy Datuk Nasir Yusof also made it, together with his old driver. Nasir also came to one of the earlier weddings. He  was my erstwhile boss in Felda. We used to have our differences which I didn't always handle with sufficient subservience. I used to tell my friends about some of incidents involving him. But I can tell you there never was disrespect. His demeanour  was the Kelantan Malay soft-spoken, polite "orang besar". Outwardly, I've always been obnoxious. But inside my heart is gold. 

If I am to be judged by the company that I keep, then I was proud of my guests who came to my daughter's wedding. I said so in my short ( I hope ) speech - that I wish my daughter would eventually gather around her friends who help make her life more pleasant.

I'm going to be 69 this December. My time draws near, and I accept that. My life story won't make any difference to the rest of the world. But I hope my "tulang empat kerat" have made a difference to my "empat" children. I hope  I have put them on a steady footing so that they, in turn, can face their lives with  confidence and   good judgement.

I never leave them out of my prayers, but they don't know that. They don't have to.


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Dekna, marriage vows.

24.8.2013.

Thursday 22nd August, 2013,  3.30 p.m., I uttered the "ijab" with tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat. My new son-in-law, Mohammad Haniff, answered the "qabul" that solemnised Dekna's marriage in the humble house in Seremban, witnessed by family and close relatives and  friends. My wife can now rest easy - she's the one most anxious of all to see the daughter finally married-off.

The "aqad" ceremony went  as planned, and the night followed with "tahlil" and supplications to God for the safety and prosperity of the matrimony. Ali the Fifth "tompang semangkuk" and had his ritual haircut and collected some money of which  the parents refuse to divulge the amount.

The wedding reception was held at the town hall Friday night. I expected some 750 people, but some called saying, at 8 p.m. they were still stuck in traffic on the KL-Seremban highway and had decided to abort. Finally probably there were 20 couples or 40 people less. But the party was no less merry. I asked Ai the MC to target the commencement of the "menyembah" ceremony at 10.30. It was achieved.

Some close friends and family members didn't / couldn't  make it. A few prominent personalities whom I had personally met and invited didn't turn up, but it's ok. But Bang Enon, for the first time after 3 tries over 16 years made it, and it was indeed a very pleasant surprise, and I told him so, repeatedly.

So this was the last wedding in the family. There is a sadness to it, seeing one's little girl now directing the rest of her life to someone else. Sure, I'm also gaining a son-in-law, but the loss is not less palpable  for it. 

She left home after Standard 6 for boarding school, and in a sense has never come back. It's sad.  Now that she belongs to someone new, it's much more sad.  There were already  precious moments that were lost because we were apart when she was growing up. There are going to be precious moments that will be lost because we'll be apart as we move on. The love, however,  is not lost.

There - all four off-springs have been wedded-off ! I pray they find lasting  happiness with  their  new families.  Their lives are in front of them, and each has his/her  job cut out.   My job is done.


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Friday, August 2, 2013

Ros - 24 Ramadan 1434

2.8.2013.

Ros, Kak Mah's second daughter, passed away early this morning, at home in Rawang. But the wife decided to tell me only after I woke up from my morning nap after Subuh prayers. In fact she was dressing up to wait for her brother to pick her up to go to Rawang, without me. She assumed I wouldn't want to go. Bad assumption. In the end everybody came in my car.

We reached the mosque just as the muezzin called for the solat Jumaat. The prayers for the jenazah was after that. I made sure I stood right before the covered shroud. That was my last visit of respect for Ros.

She only came to my house just once when we were still in PJ. How she found my house, only God knows. But that was the first and last time. 

Some weeks ago I heard she came to Seremban and went to a few relatives' houses, but not ours.

She was just 60. Too young.

It wasn't a good life by my reckoning, and the reasons are  too sad to recount. It doesn't matter now, and I pray she's at peace. 

I just spoke to her nephew, Bot, on the mobile, suggesting a tahlil be held tomorrow night at the surau here, but he couldn't decide.  It's the least I could do.



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Monday, July 8, 2013

Ramadan Mubarak is here again.

8.7.2013.

The Holy Ramadan is here again - for me for the 68th time, all Praise to the Almighty. Today is the 29th Sya'ban 1434 Hijriah. That's 1,434 years since the Prophet Muhammad saw moved to the city of Madinah, from whence the Islamic world as we know it today spread.

As has been  my practice in the years of my retirement, hopefully  I'd be able to "immerse" myself in the spirit  of  Holy Ramadhan. I'll try to finish reciting the full 30 juzu' of Holy Quran before the last day of the month. I'll try to fill the nights with additional prayers. I'll try to rearrange my syari'ah lecture notes. I'll try to index some notes from the following books that I have collected over the years but have not really taken any serious notes from them: 

"Ulum al Quran" ( von Denfer ), 
"An Introduction to the Science of Hadith" ( Dr. Hasan ), 
"Falsafah Perundangan Islam" (Mahmassani ), 
"Sejarah Perundangan Islam dan Mazhab Fiqh" ( Abdul Latif ), "Basic Concepts of the Quran" (Syed Abduk Latiff ), 
"Guidance from the Quran"( Salahuddin Ahmad),and 
"Islam and the Modern World" ( Choudhury ).

To quote from my reading from somewhere:

"The truth about Islam is that Islam signifies striving for the ideal, and that the religion carries the name that comes from the word "peace" and its  traditional greeting is "peace be with you" - totally contrary to the demonising of Islam as breeding  terror. Muslims hold the Quran as the Word of God, and together with the examples and sayings of the Prophet Muhammad saw, are the guides to the lives of the ummah. To become a Muslim, one need only profess"There is no god but God: Muhammad is the Messenger of God".



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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Ali the 5th.

25.6.2013.

He's my fifth grandchild, my fourth grandson, from my third son with my third daughter-in-law.

Ali.

Born on the fifthteenth of Sya'aban in the Hijriah 1434. That was yesterday, Monday 24th. of June, 2013, at  12 p.m. at the Pantai Hospital, Bangsar.

Ali's maternal and paternal grandmothers both witnessed his emergence into the world. All 2.9 kilograms of him, all pink with thick black hair. Alhamdulillah, all went well.

A simple name that wasn't simply chosen. His dad had spoken about it to me months before. It's a good name. I thought I might personally look at a few good Arabic names first, the way I looked for and chose "Ahmad Zulhilmi" 31 years ago at the Assunta Hospital, P.J.  "Ahmad" from the Prophet, "Zulhilmi" the possessor of tenderness.

But "Ali" is excellent.

Ali was the Prophet's first cousin and his son-in-law, Fatimah's husband, who was to become the fourth of the Rightly Guided Caliphs who took over the leadership of the growing Islamic nation from Muhammad saw.

To-day we visited Ali again, because yesterday I couldn't see him  personally, the staff having  taken him immediately into seclusion in the post-natal ward, and I had to go home to Seremban at 5. So today I held Ali in my arms. His eyes opened and his tiny hands and feet pushed out the wrap he was bound in. He looks  like his dad, I offered.

I told Suhaili I've opened another "tabung" for my new grandson, and  wrote on the bottle "Ali - 24-6-14" the date of his first birthday when I'll give him the bottle of coins, as I've done for his cousins Iman, Arsyad, Amir and Azim. All good Arabic names that hopefully would bring good tidings for all of them.

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Aman Shah

17.6.2013.

Aman gave me a pleasant surprise on Sunday. We were, my wife & I, about to go to Azali's daughter's wedding when a Mini Cooper came into our driveway and honked. It was Aman, a dear friend from  "old Felda" days. I insist on that adjective "old" but that merits another story.

Aman came with his now "hijjabbed" wife Salomi ( "She looks different" said  my wife after they left ) just to pass me his book "Yesterday, Tomorrow ...." under the not particularly imaginative nom de guerre "Tok Man". "If I post it, it may not arrive" - not a similiarly imaginative description of the national service. 

I was hugely happy to see him, and tried to hug him, but his awkward gait somehow made it, well, awkward, and I realized something was the matter. It was his right arm and right leg. It was only then related to me that he had a stroke ten years ago. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear about it."

I very much wanted them to stay longer, but they said they were in a hurry to go somewhere, and it was all I could do to serve them two glasses of cold grape juice before they took their leave.

Aman is an old friend from another time, now a lingering memory, of drives around KL (before the roads became impossible), of monthly departmental meetings of the regional officers poring over mountainous reports (before pc's and pads), of nights of jumping night-spots. I told Salomi I wasn't happy with the brevity of this visit,  but I guess time we don't have control over.

Thank you, my friend, for that too quick a reunion of sorts, until another time. Take care. God Bless.


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Friday, April 19, 2013

GE 13's Nomination Day tomorrow.

20.4.2013.

I'm writing now, one night away from Nomination Day tomorrow, 20th. April, for GE 13 on 5th May, 2008, because I want to see whether what I say would be borne out in 15 days' time.

GE 13

The numerals themselves lend all kinds of superstitious connotations - 13, the unlucky number, and so on. For different people, especially those chosen, or not, as candidates, it would indeed be lucky, or not. Let me assure you that they all have tried their darndest to be picked, despite their likely downplaying it.  But let me assure you also that at the end of their terms, many would also likely wish they had not agreed to contest.

GE 11 & 12.

What happened ?

GE 12 on 8/3/2008 was  3 years 11 months 17 days after GE 11 on 21/3/2004.

How could so much go wrong in such a short time?

In GE 11 BN won 90% in Parliament and all State Assemblies except Kelantan. That's more than 90%.

In GE 12 BN only won 62.7% in Parliament, and lost 5 out of 13 states - Selangor, Perak, Kedah, Pulau Pinang and Kelantan.  That's a win of  less than 62 %.  Perak later went back to  BN after some seat-jumping , but Selangor and Pulau Pinang were bitter pills to swallow for BN.

I maintain that it was not substance but style at issue. There was  Dollah, a  Prime Minister who neither worked hard, nor cared whether he did. He was more concerned about getting out of the shadows of his predecessor. But he tried to do it not by showing what he can do, but by trying to dismantle what his predecessor had done in the last 20 years. In his self-serving  assessment of the BN's "Great Win" in 2004  he might have  thought it was all his work. Really, he was riding on the great successes achieved before him.

Mahathir spotted the attempt to undo his legacy very quickly, and became very critical ,very publicly, very quickly.  It  spelt Dollah's downfall within less than 4 years. That Dollah openly chose to fight back, without skill and strategy, engaging the help of such people as his ambitious son-in-law and the battle-scarred Musa Hitam, did not help.  The bitterness of this  unnecessary UMNO quarrel carried over to  veteran UMNO members. They felt betrayed by Dollah who, in their eyes, had been behaving like a good subordinate, and was duly rewarded by being picked over the more popular  Najib to succeed Mahathir. And this was how Dollah chose to show his gratitude ?
The best way for the veterans to show their  displeasure was by staying away from GE 12.

And the best way for the UMNO Supreme Council to show its displeasure after the elections was to ask Dollah to go, sooner rather than later, thanks mainly to Muhyiddin's daring stand, as he said "I have Johore UMNO solidly behind me".

"When the cat is away, the mice begin to play."

When DAP, PAS and PKR heard that Dollah was about to be sacked as PM they naturally protested. This was a PM they could be comfortable with, to say the very least. 

In fact in the last 5 years all the issues on race, religion and Special Malay Rights addressed by MAGERAN after the race riots of May 13, 1969 had raisen their ugly heads. 

May 13 race riots.

Many young "democratic liberals" from all parties today feel this sad episode should be deleted from the annals of Malaysian history. But surely that is rewriting history, and a self-denial. 

I say maintain  the record of this tragic chapter in our nation-building, so that we don't repeat the same grave mistakes.

PRU 3 was on 10th May 1969. When DAP won in Selangor there were massive celebrations by their supporters in KL. They went around town and into Malay areas like Kampong Baru, in small lorries, packed with young Chinese and Indians shouting vulgarities and showing their genitals, shouting "Melayu balik kampong!" carrying giant mock brooms. I was staying in Kampong Baru at that time, renting a room in Jalan Mahmud because I was in my first year working in Felda's HQ in Jalan Maktab, about 10 minutes away (those were days of no traffic!) The couple of days before the riots I had gone to Chow Kit Road close by, and when I asked for the price of the things I wanted to buy from the Chinese shopkeepers, they were unusually rude.  There was a sudden and violent rise in the KL Malays' anger at  this obviously racist reaction for a GE that DAP in particular had won big in Selangor. 

You should remember that "amok" in the English dictionary is a Malay word. "Amok" it was,  beginning from Selangor MB Datuk Harun Idris' house,  at Princess Road next to Kampong Baru.

Of course there were also stories of human kindness transcending racism and bigotry, like that of my late friend, Zainuddin, who was renting a room owned by a Chinese family in Brickfields, because he was working in Income Tax at their old HQ next to KTM Grand Railway Station. His landlord told him to lie low during the troubles. And Jayos may have a story, too, when he was caught at Rex Cinema when the riots erupted in the late afternoon.

The BN formula.

After 12 GE's and after more than half-a century, the Perikatan, and now BN, formula has proven to be a pragmatic approach to an incredibly complex multi-racial society. Looking at Great Britain, USA, Europe and Africa, and near by  countries like Burma, Thailand and Indonesia, where sectoral conflicts have occurred with less excuse, it is  a wonder that Malaysia with deep cultural, lingual and religious differences among its 3 main races has not had a long series of "May 13"s". It's because of the "formula" of acceptance and mutual respect embodied in an agreed political agenda practiced with committment. The opposition "Pakatan" has an on-off unwritten modus operandi. The Pakatan is unregistered and therefore not legal. But "Pakatan" in Malay is usually used to describe a conspiracy to do evil deeds. So that fits.

Special Rights of The Malays, Islam and the Institution of the Malay Rulers. 

As ensconced in the Constitution, Special Malay Rights, Islam, and the Malay Rulers are not for bargaining, and the sooner the rakyat accept this as ensured by 12 BN Governments in the past, the better. The only alternative to this is unending turmoil, to say the least. The history of this country dictates this, despite arguments against it. The fact is the Chinese and the Indians have not been victimised by this constitutional provision. In fact the economic power weilded by these two races speak volumes about opportunity and the rewards of enterprise. I could just mention Kuok and Vincent and Ananda and Air-Asia to illustrate. You'll take a while before an Al Bukhary or Sapura appears on such a list, and they with a healthy push from the Government of the day.

PAS & PKR.

PAS grew out of UMNO from a faction of religious extremists, and in its agenda has remained basically extremist. In its proclaimed form PAS can never be accepted by a multi-racial Malaysia. The sad part is that  Islam is not extreme. On the contrary the teachings of both the Holy Quran and the Prophet Muhammad (saw) urge the ummah  to take the "middle way" and to value human life and human welfare  above everything else except the submission to the faith in God. Very clearly the Holy Quran  also says the non-believers should be allowed their own beliefs.

PAS uses religion when talking to the Malays, having even gone on record to say that it was "haram" for UMNO to work with MCA and MIC. But to their new-found political ally, DAP, they more than soften their utterance, going even to the rescue of DAP's support of the use of "Allah", and suddenly their friendship with the "infidels" DAP is "halal."

Like PAS, PKR also grew out of UMNO, where from top to bottom party members for one reason or another were disenchanted with UMNO.

The most obvious example is  Anwar,  the PKR leader himself. For two decades he was an UMNO stalwart until he became the second most powerful man in the country, with more than a little push  from Mahathir ,who first picked him from one  slipper-shod private school teacher in Jalan Pantai into the corridors of power.  After 6 years of investigation, (and not because he opposed Mahathir's actions during the 1997 financial crisis), Mahathir  concluded that this  was an immoral person who cannot be allowed to become Prime Minister. Since his sacking Anwar has only said bad  about UMNO and everybody in it.  When he was UMNO no. 2, everything about it was good.   If he was not lying then, he is now.  Add that to the Liwat I and Liwat II and all the sex videos, genuine  or fake, and you have one big problem.  

The anti Islam lobby.

The US and Europe make it obvious that they are, as  governments, in fear of, and therefore against Islam. From the larger acts of their respective legislative houses to the more mundane laws of their local authorities  they have made that pretty obvious. Thus we have the Home Defence Act, the Immigration Acts, the ban on mosque minerets, the ban on wearing of the hijab, and the passenger profiling at their airports. There's no difference between the hijab and a nun's headgear, and every bomb blast need not come from the hands of a Muslim fanatic. Northern Ireland had that monopoly for a long time before Osama bin Ladin. 

Malaysia under Mahathir  was loud and critical in  support of  the Palestine state. Look at history in the circumstances leading to creation of the state of Israeal after WWII. Malaysia has been a pain in their  asses! Somebody must be found who has a  chance to lead Malaysia, who could toe the US/Europe line. Then Anwar came around. And that explains the bottomless pocket.

The candidates.

I had put my trust in Najib when he took a long time to pick the "winnable" candidates for UMNO. The MCA and MIC candidates were made known earlier and I suspect Najib didn't interfere much.
Now I'm not so sure that the extra time that Najib had taken had been put to good use - to check the background  etc.

I say this because the original DUN candidate for Johol had pulled out 2 days ago, and a divisional member had to be found in  a hurry.  Apparently the first choice was a Seremban man with a second wife from Johol, and several operations rooms had been promptly closed when he was picked. When the MB's appointed representative came with the candidate to Johol to try and pacify things, he was told-off in no uncertain terms. There were also noises heard on the Puteri candidate for Sikamat. And today Yunus said 'phone videos of her have started to circulate. BN lost in Sikamat the last time. The Seremban Parliamentry candidate from MCA is a known controversial figure leading one of two MCA factions in the state. MCA might lose this seat. Again. The Felda settlers in Palong are also questioning the picking up of a non-settler candidate this time around. Jempol Parliament is being contested by a former holder as well as a former MB. They're also asking why no local candidate has been found. The controversial IPO of Felda and the obvious politics surrounding the new chairman might return to haunt the campaigning. The return of the previous holder for the Lenggeng state seat is said to have his work cut out because of his interference in the last election there.  Today there is also talk about imminent legal action on some financial transaction. And Linggi state seat is also said to be contested by an "outsider" who may find acceptance not that easy to get.

Nationally, the case of the Deputy Wanita not being picked, for that troublesome state of Perak, may prove costly to Najib. The former Wanita Chief has lambasted this Deputy Wanita person for "putting self before party." In the tradition of her best condescending style she also did not waste the chance to insult her publicly, just when UMNO can least afford to show any signs of the obnoxious behaviour of its leaders.

Allocations. 

"Kerbau ditambat diberi makan, orang berkerja diberi upah."
A lot of money is involved in these elections. Before you criticise, just look at the USA.

The organization right down to the PDM has long been functional. But the funds have not trickle down evenly. Some have got prompt imbursement, some have not received anything. This is the sad part. Obviously from the top, the imbursements have been made. But some people are hanging on to things when they shouldn't. That could stall things, and we're talking of days now.

The result.

My take is that the populist actions, especially in the last two years could swing important votes for BN. But the bad choice of candidates could neutralise the good work, and BN once again might have to redo its  act. Najib can convince himself that he has done enough. The voter has to remain convinced.  At least until the 5th.



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Monday, March 25, 2013

The song, you idiots ! not the singer !

25.3.2013.

The incorrigible problem with UMNO is the "bodek" culture when dealing with the current crop of leaders. The bodek  crowd always jump up  when they think somebody is attacking the President. 

The case in point is when Mahathir said the party will change horses if the President doesn't deliver. Then bodek  stalwarts then jump up in anger at "the bad timing"  of such strong statements. They miss the  point - warnings must be given before the calamity become real.

There is no evidence after all these years that Mahathir wants to destroy the party.  He's trying very hard to save the party by calling a spade a spade. If Muhyiddin didn't respond to his urging in 2008, Dollah would still be in charge and burying the party deeper into crap. He's doing what no one in the party  dare do - warn the boss before it's too late.  He's not bothered by what other people think of him or his "legacy". 

It's the song, you idiots, not the singer !


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Monday, March 18, 2013

Muhyiddin

18.3.2013.

At short notice, at 12.30 p.m. about 250 of us gathered in the Dewan Semantan at the Perbadanan Putrajaya to hear the TPM and have lunch with him, courtesy of the Perbadanan and thanks to Aseh, the current boss. This was a political gathering, made up of the Wilayah Persekutuan's Mubarak, Veteran UMNO and Ex-Senior Officers' UMNO Club's charters.

As usual Muhyiddin was late, whatever the excuse. As usual the unnecessarily long  doa was read, by the Putrajaya Mosque's Imam, and the host, Aseh, and the convening chairman, Sulaiman, followed with their respective opening speeches. Mercifully the speeches were to the point and short. We should learn to cut the address to the shortest one possible. I don't think the Tan Sris and the Datuks mind if you don't single them out by name !

Muhyiddin's speech before the so-called "dialogue" was also relatively short, by political speeches' standards. Much of what was said was a rehash of most of what has been said elsewhere before, anyway. What was disappointing was the very short time given for the "dialogue".

The five speakers (yes, five ) separately spoke of:
i. The contradicting assessments of the support for BN in Kelantan. Muhyiddin said there is increasing support shown by the  large turnouts in the last several months at BN leaders' visits. 
ii. The significant numbers of party veterans and the officers' club's members suggest the highly likely victory for BN for Wilayah Persekutuan. Muhyiddin said not to be carried away by numbers. 
iii. One particular Teacher's association plea for funds. Muhyiddin said he has not heard about it, so they can officially request for it.
iv. The Bandar Tun Razak's delegate asked to cut through the divisional bickering about candidates and put someone other than the Ketua Bahagian. Muhyiddin replied all careful considerations must be made.
v. The last one was to get UMNO and PAS to work together. Muhyiddin said it's too late for GE 13, plus PAS is in deep shit among themselves right now.

I didn't, but could have posed the rethorical question:
"Tan Sri, we all know that you were instrumental in getting Dollah to step down as quickly as he did. Looking at GE 11 (2004) and GE 12 (2008) how was it possible that BN won 90% in Parliament in 2004, but lost it's two-third majority only four years later ?  What has UMNO specifically learned from the 2008 debacle, and what has it specifically done to put things right ?"

These big gatherings may be good pr and all that. The important thing is to get the votes.  Convincing voters would. They don't attend big gatherings to be convinced. The convincing must be done in small groups. The majority of voters have made up their minds if the GE is held tomorrow. But there is a sizeable portion that is waiting for the last word. Whoever gets to give it will get the vote.


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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Another 2013 wedding.

17.3.2013.

Last Saturday evening we all trooped into  Dewan Perdana Felda for Nor Shaari's son's wedding. The wedding dais was stunning, the entire hall was tastefully laid out, and the rather long evening went nicely and nobody left early. Almost all the "budak-boys" came in 'baju Melayu" and everyone was talking at the same time, as if to make up for lost time. Maybe the dinner was served late, but it was good fare and I saw all the plates on my table cleaned.

Shaari had 'phoned me twice and sent his invitation,too. Plus, my "besan" Suhaili, sms'ed saying there was a card for me, from her sister, Suhaila, Shaari's ex, the mother of the groom. I'd have come even without the card - Shaari attended all three of my children's nuptials. This was Shaari's first kenduri, if I'm not mistaken.

Hank, Sha, Lion, Matsham, Matnor Gear, Nazri, Hashim Bulat, "Early Thursday" (Khamis Awal) and many more old chums were there  and I spoke with some and just waved to others, and old memories flooded  back. How long, how very long ago was it that we were teenagers trying to cram in schooling and  forming friendship and learning new stuff, such as girls, all at once. 

You see the faces and see how time has passed - most faces are still recognizable, but some have succumbed to marching time. Thick hair has thinned, or disappeared entirely. black has turned white, though Hank's seemed to have been given a new lease of life.  Stout frames have shrunk, but some shrunken ones have grown. But for the evening only happiness seemed to be etched on all faces, and that was how it was supposed to be. 

I told Dato' Ibrahim at my table ( not a "budak boy") these are the times that we meet again in numbers. We had different careers, moved separate ways and grew different circles. But always there is that lasting memory of the young years  decades ago. We cling to the memory, but we move on. Ah! the joy of youth!

Now we see the next generation we brought out ourselves, and ponder at their futures. What memories would they, in turn, carry ? I'm sure we have given our best efforts, but it's a fast-moving world  that waits for no one, and they  must keep pace or be left behind. I hope in their rush, our children would occasionaly pause and remember the old folks and what they stood for and what they tried to do.  Time shouldn't change that. Hank's hair may change, but this shouldn't.

Anyway, congratulations, Nor Shaari.

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Sabah armed terrorists : conclusion ?

7.3.2013.

It started almost a month ago , on the 12th. of February. The end is in sight, hopefully.  The PM had arrived , finally.

I received some disturbing pictures of our slain uniformed men - with gory beheading and horrifying head and facial injuries. I'm reminded about what barbaric acts  men can do to each other in the  name of their chosen cause, lost, stupid or insane. I hope the PM remembers these pictures when deciding about what to do at the  end the conflict.

I'm no general, of the armchair variety, or any variety. But I'm entitled to my opinion. I've said something in an earlier posting, and I'm adding to that here.

The lives of our security forces have been lost. How many now ?  No updated figures have  been clearly mentioned. The tv news have come from the news slot.  What happened to the "breaking news" style so effective when the western media updated the world on the Japanese tsunami, for example. Is it because of a news blackout so the terrorists' won't know our forces' plans ? The public has the right to know the latest situation on such a grave matter. The terrorists could hardly be watching tv ! 

Can we get either one of the police or army head to speak up and not get in each other's way, and please refer to some notes to get rid of the "um, er, apa nama" etc. And you keep forgetting "Batu" from "Tanjung Batu" like it's a Latin word or something. These two buggers don't look  very convincing. Maybe it's the way they put on the berets. They use "rojak" language, are not precise with the facts, and look in need of some p.r. savvy.  This is very deadly serious business, do some very deadly serious news work here.

Being wise after the event, could our people's lives have been spared?  Who did the first assessment of the situation when the armed intrusion  was first discovered ?  The east coast of Sabah  has been a  porous  border since the very beginning. Remember the Lahad Datu incident many years ago, when about 100 armed foreigners marched in town ? Didn't we learn something then, and maybe  beef up our border patrol ?

Now the "Sultan" wants disengagement after butchering  our people? For once the PM has got it right by saying "no way."  Make every one of the   captured terrorists pay for his crimes. 

They are burning the PM's photos in Manila. For protecting his country from invadors ? 

In the mean time, I still say that the Home Minister and the Defence Minister both must answer the hard questions or quit. Better still, quit anyway. That might be the cheapest first step  towards improving both Ministries.


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Monday, March 4, 2013

Another note on GE 13

4.3.2013.

We continue to debate on the date for the imminent GE 13, and the chances for BN to retain power. In fact last week right before our foursome teed off at S.I.G.C. the argument got so heated Guzal challanged me to a rm 500 wager. He picked the opposition. 


Many are saying the 19 UMNO seats in NS should ensure that the present administration continues, with 36 seats in the State Assembly. Others have said to me that Perak is 50-50, as is Selangor. Kelantan and Pulau Pinang would be difficult, but Johore, Pahang, Melaka, and Terengganu should be retained by BN.  Kedah might be recaptured. Sabah and Sarawak would be interesting, especially Sabah with the current armed insurgency crisis.

My take is that the under-40's would be difficult to second-guess.  I told Chan this morning, before this,  wearing   black for the Chinese  was for "mourning" and frowned upon for daily attire. Today the Chinese youth purposely wear it for fashion. Who knows how the young votes would go. 

The key is the number of seats each political party would contest. BN would obviously field all 222 seats in Parliament and every seat in the State Assemblies. The opposition has to contest in at least 120 seats in Parliament to have any hope of forming the government.

PAS has always been enjoying its core of loyal supporters, and not much more. A few tested seats would remain with it, but forming the Federal government is a distant dream. Kelantan is a different kettle of fish. Many of the Kelantanese working in other states remain voters in their own state, and they take the trouble to return to vote. The one thing they want to make sure is to retain a "Malay" government in  an "Islamic" state, even if  Kelantan suffers.

PKR is Anwar - without him it has no cause. Many supporters come from the ranks of disappointed UMNO people,  although we also have disappointed MCA/MIC runaways. The question is, is Anwar a credible leader ? For right-thinking Malaysians, the question that has to be asked is  about moral fibre and political opportunism. Certainly political leaders have changed positions before. Maybe they become wiser. But there is a process to it. They don't change completely overnight, from the no. 2 position of UMNO spewing anti-DAP anti-PAS insults, to an anti-UMNO hate monger. Sure, politics have strange bed-fellows, but I would be extra wary sleeping with Anwar ! And pardon the pun,  I'd watch my backside ! 

The federal and state legislatures run out of time pretty soon. We'll see if I win rm 500 from Guzal. I promised half to  Muhsin who witnessed the debate.




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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Doctors and lawyers, and all the rest.

4.3.2013.

My niece, Nora, was supposed to be engaged that day. Her mother, my sister Dek Mah, had asked me to "officiate" and the prior instructions were that the visit by her future in-laws should simply be turned into a betrothal. I cautioned about normal practises, but conceded to Nora's wishes to "simplify" things. We didn't make allowance  for a mother's wish from the other party.

No simplification here. The proposing family wants a separate ceremony for an engagement. What could I say ? 

My wife said I did ok. The important thing is that both sides are amicable. If both sides want it earlier, or later, they can communicate about it. 

The immediate problem is that Nora is about to be transferred to Sarawak. The boy is still in Indonesia, completing his internship. They were initially together, but while Nora went on to complete her M.B.B.S., he switched to dentistry. I suggested that Nora submit this engagement thing for JPA's reconsideration about the Sarawak posting she prefers not to have.

In the preamble to the earnest discussion that afternoon, the inquisitive brother-in-law was asking where each of the other sisters was. He volunteered  the information about being an engineer himself, and that other members of the entourage were lawyers etc. That seemed to be the tone - we're all professionals here ! The future father-in-law has his long-time G.P. practice,too. In fact eventually we discovered that he knows my brother, Dr. Din, from their U.M. 2nd college days. Small world, I said.

This is the style now - showing off your "doctors, engineers and lawyers".  Whatever makes people  happy, I guess.



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The Sabah security situation.

3.3.2013.

It's always "everything's under control." Right now, after seven of our policemen died, it doesn't look that way. How many more would die for "everything's under control" ?. 

Maulud says what we need is a fleet of helicopter gunships. But I said we have spent too much money on the two submarines. They are not too much help right now.

How can this be ? A group of foreign armed bandits walk into a village and hold our security forces at bay for  days. Where's the army ? The Ministers of Home Affairs, Defence and Foreign Affairs must come forward  and clarify the situation. The Home Minister has long been known to be long on wind and short on guts. Count him out. What about the other two ?

We are supposed to be a sovereign nation with a large enough army,  we allowed a minor intrusion like this to test our defences ? What if it was a full blown foreign military invasion ? 

How safe are our borders ?

The PM must come clean and shake out the failing Ministers, before more lives are lost, not just  face is lost. Face is gone ! 



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Monday, February 25, 2013

Shaharin.

25.2.2013.

I'd known him for many years - since the early 90's, I think - and all because of golf. It wasn't that I played with him - in fact I probably played with him only once or twice.  It was  because we saw each other often when we came to the club for our separate morning rounds.  We did go to Thailand together once many years ago, when we joined a bus tour for golf. I will always remember calling him "setengah". That was how Dato' Ismail Yassin broke the news to me Fri, on the 'phone. "Your friend Setengah has died." 

It was only last week that I saw him playing with Sulaiman Sabtu and Imran in a group behind mine. And as usual I shouted at Sulaiman "main berapa orang ?" And as usual Sulaiman hollered back "dua-setengah !" They were three - Sulaiman, Imran and Shaharin. But because Shaharin was small in size,  he was only  "setengah", a half. 

I used to joke with that regular group of his that Shaharin was not only "half" in size, he also carried only a half-set ( 7 clubs ), and  because of his age (he was 78 when he died) only played 5  holes out of the normal 9 in  a half round.

Apparently Shaharin collapsed at the atm machine at Plaza Ampangan and was taken by his wife who was with him to hospital. That was Wednesday. He was conscious and could talk. But Friday morning he had breathing difficulties and could not speak anymore. At about 1 pm he died.

Several of us fellow golfers visited his remains at his house in Paroi Jaya Friday when it was brought back at almost six o'clock in the evening. We all read some prayers, sitting on the floor around the already bathed and shrouded body. He was finally put to rest at about 9 p.m. at the Paroi Jaya cemetry.  It's  not  far from the golf club that he went to daily for much of his retirement days.

You have completed your final round, my friend. They say to be taken away from this world on a Friday is a special blessing. We all pray you now rest with the blessed, amin.


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