Major Problem

Major Yuen Yoon Ming

A few days ago, this guy above, Mocha, wore only three pips on his shoulders. Now he wears a crown. He is now a Major in the army. And with that rank, comes all the Major problems. How he carries himself from now on determines whether the usual terms for that rank (ie Major Problem, Major Pain, Major A**hole, Major F***-up) will stick onto him or not. Company Commander level. Hehehe….enjoy the strange new company bro.

Congratulations!

To add a pip to that crown, bro, you must learn how to use an industrial fan.

Sobriety Rules

Orphans

It was an experience that shows how much you know about your own staff. I never realised that Ayu, a staff at the non-governmental charity organisation that I run, is an orphan. I never even knew that she is only 18 years of age. She looks and acts way beyond her age. Her father passed away last year. Her mother, ran away with an elderly and supposedly pious man, along with the late father’s monthly pension last June, after selling off the family car and some other posessions. So Ayu is left to fend for herself as well as for two younger sisters aged 12 and 5. Her elder brother went off and never came back. Her younger brother gave up school to work somewhere in Pahang. None of her relatives have offered a helping hand. An aunt, conveniently raids her food locker everytime she gets her pay “for free meals for her family.” Yes, it sickens me how some relatives turn into vultures.

Ayu’s youngest sister, Najwa, turned 5 today, and Ayu was wondering how to celebrate her sister’s birthday. So I suggested she bring her sisters to the house for the breaking of the fast. By the time she arrived, we had hidden the birthday cake. It was the best birthday do her sister has ever had, if not in years.

Ayu is now back in that house, some 2km away from here, and tomorrow her cycle of routine begins at 4am, when she has to wake up to cook for the sisters in preparation for tomorrow’s fast, then do the household chores. At 10am, she’ll be in the office.

I now wonder how will they spend their first Hari Raya without the parents and brothers….just the three of them.

Ramadhan Again

Sighting of the moon

“Oh you who believe, fasting is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those who came before you that you may keep your duty to your Lord (having taqwa),” 2:185

It is that time of the year again. For the next 29 to 30 days, Muslims all over the world will be fasting from the break of dawn through sunset. For Malaysians, the holy month of Ramadhan began as the sun set today (Saturday 23rd September 2006). So ‘Aidil Fitri will fall either on the 23rd of October (29 days of fasting) or on the 24th October (30 days of fasting).

I started fasting quite late, when I was 10 years old. I first tried when I was 8. But could only last half a day as most of my classmates had good recess break in school. At 10 was when I could complete a whole month. My daughters started when they were 4 and completed the whole month. Shame on me.

My history during Ramadhan

1976 (10 years old): completed a whole month’s fasting.
1979 (13 years old): first Ramadhan away from home – at the Malay College in Kuala Kangsar
1982 (16 years old): first Ramadhan with my soul mate in Kuala Kangsar
1983 (17 years old): the last Ramadhan that I really enjoyed because of my soul mate
1984 (18 years old): first Ramadhan away from Malaysia
1987 (21 years old): first Ramadhan as a member of the Malaysian Armed Forces
1991 (25 years old): first Ramadhan as a husband
1993 (27 years old): first Ramadhan as a father
1995 (29 years old): last Ramadhan as an Air Force Officer
1997 (31 years old): first Ramadhan being single again
1998 (32 years old): first Ramadhan in Mecca for my minor pilgrimage
1999 (33 years old): second Ramadhan in Mecca for my minor pilgrimage
2001 (35 years old): first Ramadhan after performing my Haj

I often wonder how many more Ramadhans will I get to enjoy in this life?

The Spoon

Sudu - an F&B Outlet at KL Hilton

“Sudu” is Malay for “Spoon.” At the Kuala Lumpur Hilton, there is an F&B Outlet called “Sudu.” Someone went there today.

Sudu - the F&B outlet
Kuala Lumpur Hilton

Now, can I eat Paris Hilton?

Paris Hilton

Happy 43rd Birthday Malaysia & Happy Armed Forces Day

Wave...wave...

Yes, it is the 43rd birthday for Malaysia. Confusing isn’t it? It was 16 days ago that I wrote something similar but the number’s different. It was 49.

Well, the Federated and Unfederated Malay states gained independence from the British colonials 49 years ago but 43 years ago was when the Federation of Malaya changed its name to its current: Federation of Malaysia, with the joining of the British North Borneo (Sabah) and Sarawak. Malaysia, in its current form (well, less Singapore) is not much older than I am…but I am losing steam already with the developments of current affairs in Malaysia. Just hope Malaysia has got the stamina to go on as a united nation.

Today also symbolises the Armed Forces Day. Those in uniform will be attending parades at their respective bases/camps, listening to the speech given by the Chief of Armed Forces who is from the Navy. During my days, it was just a dream to have a CAF who is not from the Army. The guys in blue, green and white are certainly having a better time than what those with and before me did in terms of perks and pay.

But I am disturbed by the indiscipline of the various members of the Armed Forces. When Tun Dr Mahathir was sprayed with pepper spray, several members of the armed forces were employed by one of the organisers as bodyguards for the day. Several weeks ago, 6 members of the armed forces were shot and arrested by the police for robbing a handphone shop. Maybe monotony or the revised Armed Forces Act, 1972, is making it difficult for the CO level to dish out administrative punishments as standing orders are in conflict with the Act. Sometimes following by the book is not so good.

I am also disturbed by the fact that the Scorpene submarines the Navy has ordered and are now under construction will not come with the Air Independent Propulsion (AIP) system. What is the point of having a machine that should be able to be used stealthly for stalking enemy vessels, planting of agents and special forces, and intelligence gathering, when it has to snorkle every now and then to be able to run on diesel (noisy) just to recharge its batteries? Haven’t the Navy people heard of the saying: “Run silent, run deep”? Or don’t they know that the submarine service is also known elsewhere in the world as “The Silent Service”?

When we purchase, we must purchase it because it is the best and cost-effective. We do not do away one for the other.

I just hope I am wrong in thinking we’re being duped into buying again.

Little Wing’s Flying Free

My little wing

My Little Wing has resigned from her cushy job in a telco. Another one who has had enough of the bureaucratic crap that has infected the industry…four months after me. She had to put up with people who, after almost two decades of being privatised, still hold that government-servant mentality, while I, had ti put up with obnoxious and recalcitrant expats who act as if this country’s theirs and they can do as they please.

Had a long chat with her over the phone recently, and she knows the direction she’ll be taking. I wish her all the best. Little Wing, from now on, let’s go diving.

Long Time No Dive

Panic diver

I had to handle an emergency Scuba Review yesterday much to my wife’s disappointment as it was her birthday. A diver, after doing his 4 open water dives, never dived again…and suddenly wants to go on a dive trip this coming weekend after almost two years of not diving. He’s in his late 40s, smokes heavier than a fishing vessel’s exhaust.

Went thru knowledge review, it had to be classroom session for OWD course all over again. Told him I’d be demonstrating some skills underwater and for him to watch until I signal for him to do the skills. He acknowledged. Anyway, during the pool session, went thru what we planned to do underwater, recapped on hand signals etc, asked him a few questions, he answered all correctly. Giant stride into the water, he quickly swam back to the side of the pool saying he could not breathe. I thought something was wrong with his regulator set, but it was a case of not feeling comfortable breathing thru the mouth. He requested to swim on the surface with the regulator in his mouth so that he could get comfortable. I agreed and let him swim…and he did so for 45 minutes.

Descent…and at around 3m I think he felt uncomfortable in the ears. Instead of swallowing his saliva or ascending a bit and clear the ears, he blew his BCD and up he went, faster and definitely traveled more distance vertically than Tigershue did in Bali, and before I could say “What the ….” he was already bobbing on the surface, thumb still blowing the BCD up, dump valve screaming air out. Joined him at the surface and asked him what was wrong, he said he could not equalise. So I gave him some tips on how to do it. This time, he could descend better and was soon on his knees in front of me. I began the session with regulator removal and recovery…as I was doing it, I saw him do it too. So I asked him to repeat, and he did. Then I did mask clearing exercise. As soon as I flooded my mask, I caught a glimpse of him doing it at the same time and then he disappeared. And as I cleared my mask, I heard that familiar sound of the BCD’s dump valve dumping lots of excessive air. Up I went again. This time I reminded him to wait until I have finished demonstrating and signal for him to do the same skill.

Down we went again. This time I saw his eyes were wider than baseballs. I signaled to him asking if he was okay. He gave the “okay” sign in return, still wide-eyed. Then I checked my air. I saw him doing the same. I folded my arms,and he did the same. He reminded me of my late grandfather who, after an accident, had blood clot in his brain and parroted every single thing I did in the ambulance. So I tested this guy. I scratched my head. And he did the same. I signaled for him to surface, giving the thumbs-up signal. He replied, then folded his arms. Narced? Probably too much cigarette tar perhaps. So I held his arm with one hand, and his inflator button on the other, bowing in some air while I ascended with him slowly. He parroted my actions and blew lots of air into my BCD. My head was spinning as I had reverse-block and was trying very hard not to lose consciousness, focusing very hard on his face. Took a few deep breaths, and talked to him nicely.

He admitted he had never been comfortable underwater but dived because of peer pressure. he loves the underwater scenery. He also admitted, right to the end of his OWD course, he could never clear his mask, but his instructor passed him anyway.

To cut a long story short, in the end he could swim underwater comfortably (albeit using the inflator hose most of the time to maintain buoyancy), and to clear his mask after a few tries.

What I am trying to say here is, even if you do not have the time to go on dive trips, and especially if you are new, go dive inthe pool and sharpen your skills.

Malaysia’s Finest Two

Dr Sheikh Muszaphar (left) and Kapt (Dr) Faiz - pic by The Star

Malaysia finally has decided on its two Astronauts.

Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, 34, and Kapt (Dr) Faiz Khaleed, 36, have been selected by the selection panel headed by my father, Tun Mohammed Hanif bin Omar. Sheikh Muszaphar will most likely be the first Malaysian astronaut to be launched into space September next year after a 12-month training, with Dr Faiz as his back-up.