Selamat Menyambut Kemerdekaan Ke-50

Tomorrow, Malaysia will celebrate its 50th independence anniversary.

Countloon prompted me to this recent independent survey commissioned by the New Straits Times, supported by the Friedrich Naumann Foundation, and was conducted by the Merdeka Centre for Opinion Research.

The telephone survey of about 1,200 Malaysians also found that the majority of the various races find comfort and security in their respective ethnicity and not in a common ‘Malaysian’ identity. The survey also found that negative racial stereotyping was deeply entrenched. For example, minority Chinese and Indians see the majority Malays, who make up 60 percent of the population of 25 million people, as lazy.

Chinese and Indians make up 26 percent and 8.0 percent of the population respectively.

It found that more than half the population does not trust each other. For a nation that claims to be a ‘melting pot’, only eleven percent of the respondents said they had eaten often with friends from other races in the past three months. Thirty four percent said they have never had a meal with people of other races.

The survey found that 42 percent do not consider themselves Malaysian first, 46 percent say ethnicity is important in voting, 55 percent blame politicians for racial problems and 70 percent would help their own ethnic group first.

According to the survey, 58 percent of Malays, 63 percent of Chinese and 43 percent of Indians polled agreed that ”in general, most Malays are lazy.”

Meanwhile, 71 percent of Malays, 60 percent of Chinese and 47 percent of Indians agree that ”in general, most Chinese are greedy.” Sixty-four percent of Malays, 58 percent of Chinese and 20 percent of Indians agreed that ”in general, most Indians cannot be trusted.”

Hari Raya Puasa was wrongly perceived as the Malay New Year by 32 per cent of Malays, 84 per cent of Chinese and 45 per cent of Indians –when the festival actually marks the culmination of Ramadan, the holy month of fasting.

Similarly, the Chinese New Year was thought to be a religious festival by 57 percent of Malays, 53 percent of Indians and a whopping 62 percent of Chinese respondents.

Despite the lack of unity, the country has enjoyed long periods of peace except for one race riot in 1969.

And unlike in some neighbouring countries where uniformity is enforced, Malaysia’s minorities are not restricted and are free to practice their own cultures and religions and enjoy a vernacular education.

So, where will we be 50 years from now?

Xmas Gifts Exchange 2004
Muhibbah? Hopefully always. Front bending: James. Center row: Angel, Lily, Poo Geok, Alvina, me, Alice, Savina, Poh Le, Moon Siew Back row: Andy Lim, Muaazam, Khor, Phang

Turning Kelantanese?

Really?

Well, no, not really. I still dislike the sticky sweet taste of the Jala Mas because I dislike sweet things unless it is naturally sweet. I don’t mind the nasi lemak with sweet sambal, as long as the sambal is hot. My first crush is a Kelantanese, well, maybe a mixture of Afghan, Thai and Kelantanese. Come to think of it, I was almost married off to a beautiful Thai young lady who is the youngest daughter of a village headman back in 1989, being a Leftenan Muda (Second Lieutenant) on a task in Southern Thailand with an army Captain near Tak Bai in Narathiwat. I couldn’t speak Thai then but those people spoke the Thai-Kelantanese dialect, which really is a rojak of Thai and Kelantanese words. I was even told by the father that I could return every quarter or so to have my wife-to-be’s “needs” be fulfilled. If it weren’t for the need to acquire permission from my Commanding Officer, I would have perhaps jumped at the chance. Anyway, for the one month that I was there, she introduced me to the kampung culture of South Thailand and I fell in love with things “Thai/Kelantanese” such as Dikir Barat. Wayang Kulit, however, has always been my object of curiosity and interest since I was little. Until today, Thai music, especially folk tunes like Loog Thoong, becomes my main musical interest.

No, I do not have Thai nor Kelantanese genes in my bloodstream. I am a full-blooded Nasution of the Mandailing tribe of North Sumatera. My compatriots include Ahmad Tarmimi of the Siregar marga (clan), Rubiah of the Lubis marga, and the infamous Datuk Mokhtar Hashim of the Harahap marga. My great-grandfather, Abdul Jabbar, or well-known as Ngah Jabor in the annals of Perak history, was jailed for 6 years for participating in the assassination of JWW Birch. But I know no words in Mandailing except “Horas.” I know more Thai and Kelantanese than my own mother-dialect.

Wayang Kulit Siam

My greatest love for things Kelantanese/Thai is the Wayang Kulit (shadow puppeteering). Not just any wayang kulit but Wayang Kulit Siam or Nang Thalung in Thai. I love it so much that I learnt how to perform, and also perform the accompanying musical instruments such as the canang, kesi and gong. I have yet to master the serunai. Even my sifu whom the United Nations has recognised as a Puppet Master wonders what is it about me that is Kelantanese if at all.

My ex-wife’s late husband (bless his kind soul) would converse with me in the Kelantanese-dialect and also used to wonder about my Kelantanese-ties. He even used to get me the best Budu for me to take home.

Budu fermenting in claypots

Actually Budu is the reason I write this posting today. Whenever I go diving, I’d ask Boatman to make sure Budu is available for me during all meals. I can live with just Budu mixed with some lime and cili padi, plain rice, omelette and ulam.

Aargh! I need to go back to Perhentian.

The Long Journey – Part 5

Here are some of the pics that Trisha took of our recent trip to Perhentian:

Me with a Sphyraena barracuda at Terumbu Tiga
Me with a Sphyraena barracuda at Terumbu Tiga

Sphyraena barracuda at Terumbu Tiga
The Sphyraena barracuda at a cleaning station

Me with a Bolbometopon muricatum
Me trying to get a kiss from the Bolbometopon muricatum

Doing safety stop at Terumbu Tiga
Doing a safety stop at Terumbu Tiga

Doing safety stop at Terumbu Tiga with Lynn
Doing safety stop at Terumbu Tiga with Bakawali

I am now just waiting for the last set of pics from Kurt@Alopias.

Rescue This Diver

Reference is made to Bakawali’s Post

Bakawali called me up earlier this evening from Redang. She’s done one fun dive. She hasn’t gotten to watch the PADI Rescue Diver video yet but should be doing so tonight. Tomorrow she’ll know the tragedy of wanting to become a PADI Rescue Diver.

Anyway, good luck with the course. I can see the Paradox of Dr Perv: she saves divers but amputates limbs.

Hahaha! 😀

An Anniversary of Sorts

Cikgu Lily Abdullah underwater somewhere

I was reminded by Cikgu Lily (above) that a few days ago she turned one-year old as a scuba diver. That also means it has been a year since I met and knew her at Seahorse Dive Center.

I remember the time I was there, that was the best viz I’ve ever seen in Perhentian and my best dive ever at the Sugar Wreck. It was like diving into air.

Lily made it as an Advanced Open Water diver early this month. She now has 30 dives under her belt.

Congratulations Cikgu Lily, happy anniversary as a diver, and happy-our-anniversary. Hahaha!

Me at Sugar Wreck on the day of the best viz
Me at the hull of the Sugar Wreck between 22nd-24 August 2006

Congratulations Major Choy

Reference is made to Choy’s Blog entitled MAJORING MAJORITY

This blog officially declares Major Captain Corporal Choy as Major Choy.

He finally lost his three pips and invisible two-striped chevron on Monday 13th August 2007.

However, I was busy dating Mahal Ko and going diving so I didn’t realise. So Countloon will have to be the Duty Officer for the next seven (7) days in full celoreng for his failure to inform SeaDemon.

Congrats again, Choy. Go easy on the Chivas. The GRO I don’t mind.

The Long Journey – Part 4

Here are some pics taken by Bakawali of the recent trip to Perhentian.

Celebrating Merdeka at the Sugar Wreck
Raising the flag at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Standing to attention
Standing to attention during flag raising ceremony at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Meow at Sugar Wreck
Meow at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Crab at the Sugar wreck
A fellow Cancerian at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Bamboo Shark at Sugar Wreck
Bamboo Shark at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Safety stop at Sugar Wreck
Safety stop at the Sugar Wreck – pic by Bakawali

Aidi underwater at Batu Layar
“Boatman” at Batu Layar – pic by Bakawali

On the way back with Kurt and Trisha
Homebound with Kurt and Trisha – pic by Bakawali

The Long Journey – Part 3

More topside pics of the trip:

Logbook time
It’s Logbook time

Aidi, Lou and I
Boatman, Lou (Instructor), and I

Dinner time
Dinner time at Kuala Terengganu

Starters
Starters

Trisha and her extra pedas Kuey Teow Goreng
Trisha having her extra pedas Kuey Teow Goreng

What I had
I had Fried Kuey Teow, 2 soft boiled eggs, one hot tea, and one lime juice (that caused me to make several toilet stops until now)

Trisha's helping
Trisha’s dinner share

Kurt's dinner share
Kurt’s dinner share

Lynn's dinner share
Bakawali’s dinner share (plus the ashtray)

Toilet break
First toilet break: PETRONAS Kijal Resort

Cornetto time
It’s CORNETTO time!

More topside pics can be found by clicking HERE

Planning A Dive Trip

Hari Raya is only for people who have sick sense of diet

Since my daughters Hana and Fazira will be celebrating their Hari Raya with their mother in Kedah this year (yes, the mother was recently widowed), and I have no where to go, not that I celebrate the stupid day anyway where people pig-out after a month of fasting like it’s the end of the world, let me see what I can plan for the Hari Raya break.

Hari Raya is a combination of Sanskrit and Orang Asli language from the Temiar tribe. Hari, in Sanskrit, is day, while Raya (pronounced as Rayak in Temiar lingo) means big.

So, maybe, I can do the IMCA course at IDESS in the Philippines for the first three weeks during the fasting month instead of waiting until after Hari Raya. Then spend the Hari Raya weekend/long hols diving in Puerto Gallera, or even the wrecks of Subic.

Hmm…the wrecks of Subic would be interesting. Technical diving….yeah.

Now, that is what I call Hari Raya.

Lucky Bastard

Mr Leong Kok Beng with a portrait of his son

This man’s son went missing after he found out that the son flunked his course and never graduated.

Yet he pines for his son, asking him to come back.

Such is the love a father has for his child, and yet the son doesn’t know how lucky he is to have a father like that.

Cos I don’t.