Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri

I know people have been putting up various pantuns on their Facebook status, so I am not to be left out. I made this Pantun 8 Kerat specially for this occasion:

Kerapu masak tiga rasa,
Letak garam dua camca,
Asam jawa setengah cawan,
Itu resepi gila saya;
Saya bergurau awak terasa,
Saya berberak awak terbaca,
Itulah sebab kita berkawan,
Selamat menyambut Hari Raya.

Selamat Hari Raya to you, my friends, regardless of religion, colour of skin, and political border. Drive safe, and eat ’til you shit!

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Unzip

I am so accustomed to people not being friendly here in Malaysia (by my standards) and not polite. If you hold the door open for them, they would just walk past you and not even attempt to hold the door after you, as if it is your job to hold the door open for them and their entourage. Hardly anyone says “thank you” be it from the service staff, or the customers themselves. If you want to order something at most restaurants, most of the time you’d see the waiters/waitresses chatting and not looking, or pretend that they can’t see you. And if you do get their attention their attitude is more often than not they give you the “why the hell are you here ordering me around and if you don’t like me then get out of this place” look.

This morning as I walked to the lift lobby, I caught the female security guard smiling at me, greeting me, “Selamat Pagi!” while the male guard had this wide smile on his face. I returned the greeting and smiled back. Then a guy approached the same lift door as I, and even he had this smile on his face. The moment I got into the lift with him, he looked at me and smiled.

I mustered a smile but it must have looked insincere, plus the puzzled look I probably had on my face. I turned slightly to my left and started feeling my fly in case my zipper was undone.

I’ve had that experience before. There was this time more than 5 years ago that everyone smiled at me all the way to the car park. When I sat down in the driver’s seat of my car did I realise that my zipper was undone. It was open wide.

The guy exited the lift at Level X, and I saw the sign on the wall that says the building management’s office is located on this floor.

No wonder everyone was so polite.

Or maybe it was still early in the morning and I have never been to office this early.

Racing Stripes

I have been so engulfed in work, firefighting here and there, and I know I will be doing so for at least another month before I would be able to take a breather. For more than a month, I have butterfingers, my concentration just about gone that I am unable to fathom what was said to me by anyone at all. Fatigue has taken its toll and my car has suffered for it. As I drove out of the basement parking lot, I slammed the side into a post, damaging the bumper. Eyda, a friend of the wife, told me to think of it as racing stripes. However, I am more inclined to think of the speeding tickets I’d receive, and the ones I’ll be receiving as my racing stripes. The only consolation I get after being burnt-out for the day is my wife’s cooking, or the things she makes me eat. It is almost an inconceivable thought that there are women who cannot cook.

Unfortunately, there are.

I had an ex who cannot cook at all. She can eat like a mammoth, but she was hopeless even at frying eggs. She would rather put her aunt through the trouble of cooking what she likes to eat, have them packed into a Tiffin carrier, and sent over to our house. With my horrible cooking skills, I would seem like Gordon Ramsay put next to her.

This is a busy world that we live in. Wives no longer assume just the responsibility of looking after the household – doing household chores; but women also go to work to supplement the household income (or to have more of their own money to shop so no one can say anything). Cooking is just another item on the long list of household chores that need to be done in a hurry each day after work. However, this applies only to those who can cook. What about those who can’t?

Female ineptitude in the kitchen, or a female being totally devoid of culinary skills are the results of upbringing or attitude towards cooking. Or perhaps, there is something intrinsic about it all. Fear of failure could be one – oh, what fun is it to be ridiculed by the mother-in-law, or the husband? But good cooks are those who take risks and learn from their failures! It’s part of Life’s 101! It is easy for me to dish out nasty male criticisms, but these women ought to know that to win a man’s heart is through the stomach! And if you have children, you want them to remember something about you, something for them to miss when you’re gone. I’m sure you would rather have them miss your cooking than be glad you’re gone because you were such a hopeless cook. And never mind being a plank in bed. If you’re a superb cook, he will come back to you every night and not stray away. Of course, if you are that dream-slut of his, you not only have him through his stomach, but have him by his balls too! Literally!

You can try dismiss this by saying, “Ah, I’m going to order takeaway/delivery every night from the most expensive restaurant” or “I’ll just turn gay and not marry or have kids.” But let me tell you this, I have a gay female friend who can cook and prepare food better than some wives I know. And I do cook once in a while, my style. At least every time I receive feedback on how crappy my cooking tastes, I’ll just cook the same thing again until I get it perfect. Let me tell you this, seeing the wife and kids enjoy my cooking is like eating two kilos of the best dish straight from the wok. And mind you, this is the father to seven children doing the cooking.

So, for you women out there who can’t cook, you will lose a lot. And you definitely have not earned your “racing stripes.”

Daging Goreng Kunyit (Beef Stir-Fried in Turmeric)

No, I’m not a cook, but there are times that I feel like cooking – a trait I noticed when I was in high school. I do not have a recipe for things, but when I eat something, I imagine the ingredients through the taste and conjure a recipe for it. And I have had several requests for the above recipe, so for those who would like to try it out, do so at your own risk. And although oozing profanities is what we have in common, don’t expect me to write a recipe like Gordon Ramsay would:

Beef Stir-Fried in Turmeric

INGREDIENTS (SERVES 4)

500 grams of beef (I use rump steak)
Turmeric Powder
Salt
Sugar (as a stand-by in case you put too much salt in it 😛 )
One big Yellow Onion
3-4 Cloves of Garlic
Capsicum (for the colour)
Long Beans
Cauliflower or Leek (your preference, really)

THE PROCESS

Slice beef into pieces
Cut Yellow Onion as if you’re making Onion Rings
How you want to cut the rest is up to you

Put 3-4 tablespoonful of Turmeric powder into a bowl
Sprinkle some salt
Paste beef with this mixture
Add 2 cups of water into a wok
Put beef into wok and let it boil ’til dry
As it is drying up, taste the water to see if it gets saltier. If you find it a tinge saltier than you would prefer, add some sugar

Once it is dry, put some oil into the wok and stir-fry the beef until it is nice and brown (don’t overcook it because you’ll make the meat tough)
Then put all the vegetables inside and cover for about half a minute.

Is It Good Now That Everyone Can Fly?

My first commercial flight I think was from KUL (now SZB) – MKZ and then onto JHB. That was in 1974. Yes, they used to fly to Melaka (Batu Berendam) too those days. Going on a plane used to be a big thing that some people would even go to the tailor to make a suit just for the purpose of going on a flight to somewhere, even a short haul one. And I remember Malaysia Airlines System (now Malaysia Airlines) used to give away blue sling bags with the old red WAU logo – ones you could fit in a nightstop kit plus some clothes. I used to use them as my schoolbag and my classmates would look at the bag with awe. Those days too you could take away the in-flight meal. I don’t remember what they used to serve back then but I know it was something delicious. Even back in the 1980s people would still dress up to get on a flight, and I wore a three-piece suit when I went off to England after the SPM exams.

Then came Richard Branson and Virgin Airlines. And it was so much cheaper to cross the Atlantic. Soon, the dress code was done away with and everyone could fly. And with the advent of Air Asia, everyone truly could fly…albeit virtually everyone.

Air Asia at a point of time did not have seat numbering and you could sit anywhere you liked. But with security issues becoming more serious, and to ensure passengers queued in a more orderly manner, they introduced the seat-numbering system, and with that, introduced hot seats where they could charge passengers for those seats for a fairly bit more.

Wifey and I were on an Air Asia flight very recently, flying back to KL. When the announcement came on air that the plane that was to take us back to KL had just landed, the passengers rushed to queue. For the life of me I have no frigging idea why. The plane was still going to take-off whenever it was ready, and each passenger is assigned a seat. So, why the rush? I guess since everyone could fly, it also means that every idiot with enough money to book a seat could get on board too! Or, is it just a Malaysian thing to rush?

Once we were seated, these passengers seated across the aisle were like first timers on a plane. When the purser announced that it was a no-smoking flight and that the use of mobile phones is prohibited, the man got his phone out and made a call. Then, both of them (they were husband and wife, apparently travelling in a family group) got up to change seats once the safety demonstration was completed. First, the husband got up and found an empty seat in the forward section. The wife looked worried being left behind, rushed to the rear section to find an empty seat nearer to her kinsfolk. As the aircraft taxied to the runway, she rushed to her husband to pass him his bottle of mineral water. The husband never wore his seat belt because as the engine was powered up for takeoff, I saw him got up half way to signal something to his wife, or to one of his relatives behind us.

Once the aircraft was in the air, and even before the seat-belt sign was switched off, one of them rushed to the washroom forward.

Then when we were already at cruising altitude, another man got up from his seat, and sat in the seat where the couple originally sat. He put up all the arm rests, and lie down to sleep. But sleep he did not. A little later, he got up and opened the overhead compartment to get his carry-on luggage, took out a book, got back to the seat and started reading.

Then, there was the sound of a bird chirping. Apparently, three rows in front of me, a guy was playing with his PSP. I’m sure he could have used an earphone, or turned down the volume, but he did neither. Dinner was soon served, and once that was over, everyone of us was in the mood to catch a nap as we were still two hours away from our destination.

Soon, the man who was reading the book got up again and went for his carry-on luggage. This time he took out this little bristle so he could brush his teeth while reading the frigging book. The act of brushing and flossing was coupled with the hissing sound of him trying to suck out food fragments from between his teeth or inside his cavities.

I fell asleep, but not for long, when one of the kinsfolk of the couple mentioned started to talk and joked in the most annoying and coarse voice that reverberated inside the cabin. This went on for almost another minute more when a very annoyed Wifey, whose sleep was disturbed, did the loudest

“SHHHHHHHHH!”

Then the cabin fell quiet again.

And that chirping sound came on again. Bloody annoying, but I was already too tired by then to pay any attention.

Somehow, one can never be in a deep sleep as one could when not everyone could fly. The guy who brushed his teeth while reading his book got up again, kicked my foot in the process, went for his carry-on luggage again and got something else out. I shut my eyes again.

Did I get to sleep? No! Soon, I heard the sound of someone shuffling on his seat. Apparently, the guy, whose ass was on seat ‘C’, was leaning against the window next to seat ‘A’ and was pulling a piece of cloth from his ear! He looked at the already yellow tip of the cloth, and stuffed it into his shirt’s pocket. And he took out the bristle from the same pocket and brushed his teeth again. I thought only Mr Bean would be capable of something like that.

Soon, it was time for us to land. In preparation, the purser told all passengers to put their seat upright, tray tables secured, and to turn off all electronic equipment. Then, the cabin lights were dimmed for landing.

Then, that chirping came on again. I saw a faint glow emitted from the seat three rows in front of me. I suppose while everyone could fly, not everyone understood either English or Malay, even though they are Malaysians.

The plane continued to dive on finals, and at the last moment, the engines were throttled back, and the aircraft flared, bringing it into the nose-up position. Everything fell silent while we waited for the undercarriages to touchdown onto the runway.

Then, the undercarriages touched down. Simultaneously, a woman’ exclaimed, breaking the deafening silence:

“MA HAI CHEE BYE!”

I remember how hard I tried to control myself from bursting out laughing. Wifey was already in tears controlling herself from laughing out loud.

The plane soon slowed down and taxied to the parking apron.

And the idiotic chirping never stopped…

This Is April 1st, 2010

Yes, March 2010 ended as at midnight last night, and it is April Fools’ Day. So, for all you fools out there, enjoy.

April may have gotten its name from the Roman word “Aprilis” – “to open”, maybe to describe that it is the open of the planting season as it should be spring now (apparently it is not in some places that should have spring season by now). April, apparently, is also when people have weird holidays such as One Cent Day (April 1st), National PB & J Day (April 2nd), No Housework Day (April 7th), Winston Churchill and Name Yourself Day (April 9th), National Pecan Day (April 14th), and National Shrimp Scampi Day (April 29th).

For me, April is the month that I will be traveling to Mabul and Sipadan. Last year it was from the 17th through the 21st, this year it will be from the 16th through the 20th. And this will be the first trip to Sipadan for Wifey, who has been doing her last 24 dives in Tioman (following 5 dives in Perhentian). And we hope to do around 12 dives at least so that it would be worth the trip. Last year I only managed 8 because we were such a huge group.

15 days to go!

Bangang

Aku drive keluar dari office tadi tetapi tak boleh nak keluar dari exit office sebab ada satu van tengah block jalan. Drivernya yang duduk di dalam tengah bertekak dengan pak guard. Rasanya pak guard suruh driver van ni buat satu round pusing sebab orang yang dia tunggu tak turun lagi tapi driver ni tak nak. Dari dalam kereta aku boleh dengar suara dia memarahi pak guard tu. Aku diam aje dalam kereta. Tapi lama-kelamaan aku bengang jugak. Kereta-kereta kat belakang aku dah horn bagai nak rak.

Tak semena-mena driver ni boleh pandang kat aku dan jerit:

“Apa horn-horn BABI?”

Lalu aku keluar dan tinggalkan kereta aku, berjalan menghala ke arah pintu driver van tersebut. Aku hentak pintu van tu dengan tangan tapak tangan aku sekuat hati sampai kemek sedikit dan dengan penuh budi-bahasa aku bahasakan dia dengan sekuat-kuatnya:

“Sedap betul mulut engkau panggil orang BABI. Dah selalu sangat hisap butoh mak engkau tiap malam, ye? Kepala ada otak tak ada! TEPI LA SIKIT KALAU NAK GADUH PUN, SUNDAL!”

Perit tekak aku macam baru lepas kasi command kat parade square masa Panglima punya inspection. Tanpa banyak berkata driver tu pun memandu vannya beredar terus dari kawasan office aku. Pak guard tadi pun tak berani nak bertentang mata dengan aku mahupun berkata apa-apa.

Bagus jugak ada MONSTER DOG ni. Sesekali aku terasa macam Jim Carrey bila pakai MASK.

Sama-sama sickening.

Cuma tak kelakar.

To Proceed With Processions

This morning’s newspapers greeted us with two prominent figures speaking on the same subject: the celebration of Maulidur Rasul (Maulidin Nabi), and the two figures are Dr Asri, the former Mufti of Perlis; and Datuk Nik Aziz, the PAS spiritual leader. The former spoke about the need to ban processions that congest roads while the latter questioned the need for such a celebration.

With the former, I would agree. If you talk about human rights in Islam, the need for what purpose something is built takes precedence over the need of other rights. For example, a road was built for traffic users. Therefore, their right to use the road freely and unobstructed except by law takes precedence over the need for people to use the roads to demonstrate. Furthermore, in my opinion, demonstrations achieve nothing. They serve only to incite participants, and if done frequently, present a clear and present danger of the demonstrators going unruly. If I were an employer, I would duly sack my employees who demonstrated during office hours.

The latter stressed that Maulidur Rasul was not celebrated until 300 years after the Prophet’s death. Nik Aziz asked if that would mean the people who lived between Muhammad’s time up to when his birthday was celebrated did not love Muhammad? Certainly not.

There was never a Mauliddin Nabi until some 460 years after the death of Muhammad. And this was done during the Fatimite caliphate in Egypt, which was a Shiah Caliphate (during the reign of Wazir al-Afdlal).

The Ahlil Sunnah Wal Jamaah version was brought about by King Muzaffar ad-Din Kukburi, who ruled Egypt after the Shiite caliphate was overthrown some 200 years later. King Muzaffar was the brother of the muslim warrior Saladin (Salahuddin al-Ayubbi). Because of Saladin’s involvement fighting the Christians during the Crusades, the Birthday of Muhammad was introduced to counter the birth of Christ…Christmas.

Christmas was only a date picked by the Catholics because it is one week before the new year. And they traced back to the day a comet appeared somewhere during Year Zero, and deduced that Christ was born on December 25th. The Orthodox Christians however, celebrate Christmas on January 7th, because to them, Jesus was born a week after new year, taking the new year as the day the universe was created by God, and on the 7th day there was life.

No one knows when Muhammad was born. No one had recorded his birth, and I doubt very much that the Quraisy had had a birth registration system, given the fact that they were still burying little baby girls alive then. It was just a date borne out of consensus (Ijma’) but has never been proven to be correct. As I have stated above, none of the Khulafa ar-Rashiddin ever celebrated Muhammad’s birthday, not even when he was alive. The Shiites celebrate Maulid on the 17th of Rabi’ul Awwal while the Sunnis on the 12th of Rabi’ul Awwal.

There are two schools of thoughts when it comes to celebrating the birth of Muhammad. The first being the scholars who think it is okay to celebrate based on a hadith asking Muslims to fast on a Monday as it was also the day Muhammad was born, and the day prophecy descended on him.

Those who say it is not, based their findings on the following:

Muhammad (pbuh) has said: Do not over praise me as the Christians over-praised the son of Mary. I am His slave so say: ‘Allah’s slave and messenger’ (Al-Bukhaari and Muslim)

The Messenger (Muhammad Peace and Blessings of Allah be upon him) believes in what has been sent down to him from his Lord, and (so do) the believers. Each one believes in Allâh, His Angels, His Books, and His Messengers. They say, “We make no distinction between one another of His Messengers” – and they say, “We hear, and we obey. (We seek) Your Forgiveness, our Lord, and to You is the return (of all).” (al-Quran 2:285)

Based on that ayat, and the fact that the celebration of Mauliddin Nabi originated from the Shiites, coupled with the fact that it imitates the Christian celebration of Christmas, and the fact that it was never practised by either Muhammad or any of the Khulafa ar-Rashiddin – the celebration was deemed a bida’ah and Haram by the Senior Ulama Committee of Saudi Arabia.

So, there have you. I don’t see anything wrong in remembering Muhammad, but it should not be confined to that one day where you glorify him. He should be remembered everyday in every single prayer, as you should remember all the other Messengers before him: Christ, David, Abraham, John, Moses, , Noah Adam etc. They were all human beings like us.

So, like Valentine’s Day, I do not celebrate Maulidur Rasul. I don’t mind the holiday, though. But I prefer to remember those I love on a minute-to-minute basis rather than once a year.

The Metal Tiger Year For Me

It is the year of the Tiger. So what does the Tiger has in store for a Horse like me this year?

HORSE: 74% (12 favorable months)

The Horse will experience a more favorable year than the other signs, the only exception being the Dog. The year’s ruling element, Metal, is not one of your best and will likely temper what would otherwise be an outstanding year, to just a very good year on all fronts. You are poised to achieve gains in many areas of your life and have a great time doing it. The Horse is forecast to have an entire year without even one unfavorable month in 2010, a very uncommon phenomenon. This is not a time to hold back or sit on the sidelines. Rather, you should proceed through the year at a gallop. You may not win every race, but there will be many times you do reach the finish line first. Keep in mind the Tiger’s influence tends to be a bit reckless. Occasionally tighten up on the reins and be more careful.

Career

The Horse is well positioned for a year of marked progress in reaching professional goals. The Tiger will be ushering in change and uncertainty. For a typical Horse, your love of variety and diversity already gives you a natural advantage over your competitors. If you are in a in a career you enjoy, the unpredictable challenges should be exhilarating. If you don’t love your industry, seek new employment as early as possible, and you’ll likely make a quick, rewarding transition. Horse sign people are often blessed with a deeply held, personal confidence that they will succeed. This belief in yourself will also benefit you, but don’t think you have failed if you don’t accomplish every goal you set for 2010. The year is about being proactive and setting the stage for ultimate achievements. You can expect to see more of those next year.

Relationships

The Horse’s interactions this year should be very rewarding. You may find yourself highly in-demand with friends and acquaintances, and your social calendar is bound to conflict at some point with your responsibilities. As a Horse sign person, you know how to enjoy a raucous time, but in the end you are not likely to risk your true objectives. Don’t let the impetuous Tiger lure you too far down the path of temptation. In your personal life, you may find yourself attending more than usual to domestic matters or family obligations, and actually enjoying it. This year should be more conducive to romance than recent years, and 2010 is an auspicious year for engagement or marriage. If you have been single or lonely, you are almost sure to find someone to feel passionate about, especially during the spring and summer months.

Health

Horses often get away with neglecting their health for long periods without experiencing negative consequences. While this may seem like a blessing, it can actually be a disadvantage because you learn to take your body for granted. As strong and resilient as you might be, you cannot endure continuous abuse without paying a price. Furthermore, those life-enhancing habits like regular exercise and nutritious foods only get harder to adopt with with time. In such a busy and active year as this one, it is almost certain your brain will be getting all the exercise it can handle. It will actually improve your performance in all areas of your life if you treat your body as well as you treat your mind.

Wealth

Finances could be the weakest area for Horses this year. You may be deluded by illusions of grandeur when you receive a raise, or a large sum of money. The Tiger may influence you to spend it, but excessive luxury purchases are not advised (I hope my wife reads this!). You are likely to face unexpected expenses, and your security will be improved if you set aside as much of your money as possible in savings and secure investments so you can cover the additional outflows without worry. You will fare well by making a habit of living below your means. Needless to say, it is not a good time for gambling or risk; don’t trust your luck where money is concerned.

Lest We Forget

Lese Majeste seems a trendy word nowadays. The term is famous in the Kingdom of Thailand, but it is not so here. There is no specific clause or proviso for lese majeste unless you wage war against the Yang DiPertuan Agong or the ruler of the respective states. So, when a couple in Penang were caught in May of 2009 for spreading an obscene comment on the Sultan of Perak on a website, they were charged instead with the production, distribution, circulation etc of obscene materials under Section 292(a) of the Penal Code of Malaysia. This carries a jail sentence of up to three years or a fine or both.

They were alternately charged with posting the obscene remark on the Internet with an intention to hurt other people’s feelings, an offence, under Section 233 (3) of the Communications and Multimedia Act 1998 (Act 588), which carries a jail sentence of up to five years or a fine of up to RM50,000.

So, when blogger Aduka Taruna, a 28-year old graphics designer from Negeri Sembilan who works in the state of Kelantan, with a certain political inclination towards the latter state, was arrested for insulting the person of the late Sultan of Johor, we wonder under what law will he be charged.

Aduka Taruna, whose real name is either Khairul Nizam or Khairil Nizam, went overboard with the way he wrote about the demise of the late Sultan of Johor. This was what he had written:

Dah Mampos Buat Cara Mampos La

Oleh: Aduka Taruna

Dah mampos buat cara mampos la. Boleh plak simpan mayat nak tunggu Datuk Bendehara balik dari shopping. Boleh meeting isytihar sedang terlentang. Pada hal dah mampos pagi tadi. Pergi mampos sama lu. Bodoh punya kerajaan spesis stupid.

Aduka Taruna - the stupid boy

Translated, it carries the following meaning:

If you’re dead, act like you’re dead. You can keep the body and wait for the minister to come back from shopping. You can have a meeting to proclaim that he is just lying down. Whereas he was already dead this morning. Go to hell. Stupid government, stupid species.

The term mampos (misspelt) is akin to die and go to hell. That is how I understand the word. It is normally used in a derogatory manner to someone you dislike.

Because of this, people from all over Malaysia and not just Johor, lambasted Aduka Taruna for his disrespect of the Johor royal family in general, and the late Sultan specifically. I personally think he should be charged under Section 4(1)(b) of the Sedition Act for uttering seditious words, and Section 4(1)(c) of the same act for distributing seditious material. The term seditious tendency also encompasses bringing into hatred or contempt or to excite dissatisfaction against any Ruler or against any Government (Section 3(1)(a) of the Sedition Act) and raising discontent or disaffection amongst the subjects of the Yang DiPertuan Agong or of the Ruler of any State or amongst inhabitants of Malaysia or of any State (Section 3(1)(d) of the Sedition Act).

He should also be charged under Section 233 of the Multimedia Act.

What I don’t understand is when the Minister for Information, Communications, and Culture uttered nonsense yet again yesterday. I quote:

“I believe the blogger’s case should be considered. For any party who has regretted and is sorry for his actions and has retracted what he has written in his blog, we (the Government) should not take any further action.”

So, I go and scream profanities at the Yang DiPertuan Agong now and apologise a minute later, I get away with it? That would be such a good precedence to set. Everyone will now only have to apologise and get exonerated and pardoned.

Having said that, more than a decade ago, a certain mainstream newspaper used to lambaste the late Sultan, carrying articles that questioned the latter’s authority and conduct. And almost two years ago, certain people aligned with a former Menteri Besar carried a banner in front of the state’s royal palace that displayed the word: NATANG which is the way people in the state say the word BINATANG (Animal). It was directed to the King himself because the King did not re-appoint the Menteri Besar. I would love to see these people charged with printing seditious remarks against a Ruler too!