Something Cute

Today I spent the whole day watching this with my son Farhan and daughter Nisaa.

Pocoyo and friends

The main characters of Pocoyo are:

Pocoyo: He is a young boy who is full of curiosity and who loves to play games. He wears blue clothes and wears a big blue hat. The name “Pocoyo” was given to the main character by Vega Cantolla, the daughter of one of the creators (David Cantolla). The name “Pocoyo” is derived from the Spanish “poco yo” (little me).

Pato: Pato is a yellow duck who wears a small green hat. He is also a good friend of Pocoyo. “Pato” means duck in Spanish.

Elly: A pink elephant who wears a blue back-pack; she is Pocoyo’s best friend. She usually rides around on her scooter.

Loula: Pocoyo’s yellow spotty pet puppy and companion. She adores Pocoyo.

Sleepy Bird: A teal-coloured bird who sleeps a lot. She only wakes up to turn off her alarm clock and to do other things, like flying, although she usually flies with her eyes closed.

Old Promise

When I represented Malaysia at the International Parachuting Competition at the Phra Rama 6 Camp, Cha-Am, near Hua Hin back in March 1997, I sang this song with a Thai lady. Everyone kept quiet and started wondering how on earth does this Malaysian know this folk song (Look Thoong) when no one in his sane mind would even think of singing such songs. It is so old school. It is from a movie called “Mon Rak Look Thoong”.

Anyway, I love the ending phrase that says, “That we shall love and promise that we shall be together again.”

Is The Police Going To Shut One Eye?

Berita Harian reports today that the DG of the Royal Malaysian Customs has made a police report on what has been alleged as a threatening SMS text message. I feel it is about time that the KDRM forwards this to the PDRM.

Now let us see if the PDRM will be asked to “close one eye.”

Rashid Maidin (1917-2006)

Rashid Maidin, died at age 88

Rashid Maidin (a.k.a Rashid Mydin) died this morning at his daughter’s house in Sisakon, Narathiwat, 1st September 2006, one day after Malaysia celebrated its 49th anniversary of Independence, and 55 years after he joined the defunct Communist Party of Malaya that was his vehicle to drive the British out of Malaya.

Rashid Maidin was born in Kampung Gunung Mesah, Gopeng, Perak on 10th October, 1917. He first joined the National Malayan Malay Party (PKMM) that was then banned by the British for being a left-wing organisation opposing the British administration. He was arrested several times by the British during his struggles with the PKMM. He later joined the Communist Party of Malaya in 1951 and became one of the only malay Central Committee members, alongside Abdullah CD, Ahmed Boestamam and Ishak Haji Mohamad (Pak Sako). He was given the responsibility to head the 10th Regiment CPM headquartered in Bentong, Pahang.

After the surrender of the CPM in 1989, Rashid Maidin continued to live at the “Malaysian Village” in Narathiwat, Thailand. A pious person, Rashid Maidin taught children the reading of the al-Quran. The Government of Malaysia organised his Haj trip in 1999.

He is survived by two wives, Hamidah binti Abdul Rashid, who still lives in Gopeng, and Latifah, a chinese convert whom he met in the CPM and settled down with in Thailand.

It is easy to understand why Rashid Maidin chose to join the CPM: as it was the only credible anti-British force that also took up arms against the British. But as history’s lessons often got lost within the struggles of humanity, terrorism only strengthen the people’s resolve to see it end. And the CPM’s struggle to make Malaya a satellite of Communist China was hard to be swallowed by the Malay majority and the Chinese population who were in support of Chiang Kai Shek’s Kuomintang. In the end, the CPM was reduced to its existence as a rag-tag terrorist group with the aim to ensure the survivability of its ideology in Malaysia – its only raison d’être.

Whither the old guard. Back to the ashes and dust. Another chapter ends.

Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan Ke-49

We're FREE!!! But are we really?

It has been 49 years since the Union Jack was brought down, but somehow the legacy of that occupation remains. Malaysia may have progressed from some backyard jungle nation to one that makes International impact, has its own satellites, and sending men to space, but somehow little has changed.

We were colonised for 446 years: by the Portuguese, the Dutch, the British (through manipulation), the Japanese, then back to the British. When the British came, they brought in labourers from China and India to work on the tin mines and estates. It was the policy of the British that the Malays be kept to administrative work; the Chinese the economy; the Indians, being the minority, the labourers. Somehow this policy has embedded within the minds of most of the people of Malaysia now. There is not many Chinese working in the civil service, probably because it doesn’t pay as much, or it is seen as a Malay domain. The Malays tend to think of it as a Malay domain, and the prospect for non-Malays to progress isn’t as bright as it is for the Malays. The Indians will try to fit into any of the categories as best as they can in order to be accepted by the rest.

I remember when I was small, a little over a year after the May 13 tragedy, I was sent to a Chinese kindergarten in Malacca, and was the only Malay there. I made friends with the non-Malays; after all I was the only non-Chinese in that kindergarten. In the evenings, my father would take me to his friend’s house: and the late Uncle Ah Boon and his sons would converse with me in Mandarin and teach me the Chinese characters. We moved to Petaling Jaya a little over a year later, and still, my father sent me to a Chinese kindergarten. Together with my neighbour’s son, Fazrin Azuar (son-in-law of Rafidah Aziz who got into controversies of sorts over some allegations), we befriended everyone, not knowing any boundaries especially that of the colour of skin. I also had a crush on a very cute chinese girl (well, 6-year olds are all cute anyway) called Sharon who used to live somewhere in the SEA Park area.

Then I went to St John’s Primary (1) Institution at Jalan Bukit Nanas. Among my best friends were Yong Choon Wah, Chow Kah Sung, Adrian Lim, Lee Yew Wing, in addition to Mizan Yahya (now married to a member of the Johor Royal Family), Harith Iskandar (yes, the funny guy), and Zamri Ridzwan (now Haji). Still, we knew no boundaries. Even when I was in the Malay College, most of my friends, especially those who came from the cities, ignored racial barriers. And Audrey Foo of Ipoh (now married and living in Teluk Intan) was my favourite butt. Yes, she’s beautiful too.

However, as we grew up, it is the elders, the self-centered ones, the ones with self-interests and own agendas…the ones before us who fed us with stories about race, language etc that had us all then look at each other with contempt. That had caused the racial barrier to be drawn between us..old friends. I remember bumping into one of those best friends mentioned above in England. As freshmen, we got on well, until he was enticed to join this grouping chaired by some students from Hong Kong. Then slowly he withdrew from me, and one night over the dinner table, muttered something racist at me.

That was a blow to me. Coming from a family that is pretty well mixed (we have inter-racial marriages in my family), I found it hard to comprehend this friend’s behaviour. However, that is the reality.

Now, even as a member of UMNO, I hold dear to my friendship with those within and without parties such as the MCA, MIC, Gerakan, DAP, KeADILan, PAS…as to me, friendship surpasses the importance of politics. And in 2003, I am proud that the Government had accepted 2 out of 3 proposals made by my division for the introduction of English in the subjects of Science and Mathematics to bring the Malays at par with the rest, as we believe that the Malays should equip themselves with knowledge to better themselves rather than be spoon-fed all the time. I am still disappointed with the shooting down of the third proposal – to make Mandarin a compulsory subject for students – by language extremists.

49 years down the line, people are less tolerable, there are extremists amongst us who would rather see the division of races continue in this great nation. Office mates still flock by the race to go out to lunch, the Malays still prefer to live in a mainly Malay area, so do the Chinese in mainly Chinese area.

We may have concrete built around us, but somehow we still have that jungle mentality. The legacy of our occupiers still run thick within our blood.

Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan ke-49. Make sure you are also liberated mentally.

It's celebration in the jungle

Sounding stupid

Sharifah Amani

At one film awards festival, this cute young lady above gave a reception speech that got the malay viewers seething. She said something to the effect of: I’d sound stupid giving this speech in malay.

The malay viewers went overboard thinking she had insulted the malay language when what she meant was, and to do the non-English speaking malay readers of this blog some service, a translated version: SAYA AKAN BUNYI SEPERTI ORANG BODOH JIKA SAYA BERUCAP DALAM BAHASA MELAYU…meaning, she doesn’t converse well in malay.

In my opinion, both are at fault. The malay viewers for their poor command and comprehension of the English language, and this sweet young girl for her failure to grasp the command of her own mother tongue. She should take cue from people like Dato’ Seri Ong Ka Ting, Dato’ Dr Chua Soi Lek, Tan Sri Dr Koh Tsu Koon..all of whom can converse very well in malay. On top of that, even Datuk Seri Dr Lim Keng Yaik who cannot speak malay well, replies to the press in halting malay, knowing that Bahasa Malaysia is the local lingua franca. Try at least. I am pretty sure people can accept the mixing of speeches in both languages.

If she thinks she might sound stupid, try listening to Semi Value. He deserves an applause for trying hard to communicate in malay.

Made In Malaysia

Made in Thailand

I was just sitting down listening to Thai songs, then this oldie by Carabao called Made in Thailand when I remember how Malaysians are very much like the Thais the band mentioned in the 1984 song.

If you buy Langkawi t-shirts, you would be better off buying them in Hat Yai because it would be cheaper to buy a Langkawi t-shirt there. They’re made in Thailand. Then back in 1980-1981 I remember there was this textile factory in Penang that produces jeans that weren’t sold in Malaysia. In fact, they were exported to the US, labeled as a well-known brand jeans and resold all over the world. Come to think of it, the yellow Adidas windbreaker I was given for the North Pole expedition in 1998 came from Penang…without the Adidas label of course.

Malaysians love to buy branded goods too. Then those who wanted to feel stylish went for brands like Alfio Raldo (headquartered at Taman Perindustrian Sungai Chua in Kajang) and Bonia. As long as they don’t use anything with local sounded names.

Let’s have a look at the lyrics of “Made in Thailand”:

เมดอินไทยแลนด์ แดนดินไทยเรา
เก็บกันจนเก่า เรามีแต่ของดีดี
มาตั้งแต่ก่อนสุโขทัย มาลพบุรี อยุธยา ธนบุรี
ยุคสมัยนี้ เป็น กทม.

เมืองที่คนตกท่อ (ไม่เอาอย่าไปว่าเขาน่า)

เมดอินไทยแลนด์ แดนไทยทําเอง
จะร้องรําทําเพลง ก็ลํ้าลึกลีลา
ฝรั่งแอบชอบใจ แต่คนไทยไม่เห็นค่า
กลัวน้อยหน้า ว่าคุณค่านิยมไม่ทันสมัย
เมดอินเมืองไทย แล้วใครจะรับประกันฮะ

(ฉันว่ามันน่าจะมีคนรับผิดชอบบ้าง)

เมดอินไทยแลนด์ แฟนแฟนเข้าใจ
ผลิตผลคนไทยใช้เองทําเอง
ตัดเย็บเสื้อผ้ากางโกงกางเกง กางเกงยีนส์ (ชะหนอยแน่)
แล้วขึ้นเครื่องบินไปส่งเข้ามา
คนไทยได้หน้า (ฝรั่งมังค่าได้เงิน)

เมดอินไทยแลนด์ พอแขวนตามร้านค้า
มาติดป้ายติดตราว่าเมดอินเจแปน
ก็ขายดิบขายดีมีราคา
คุยกันได้ว่ามันมาต่างแดน
ทั้งทันสมัย มาจากแม็กกาซีน
เขาไม่ได้หลอกเรากิน
หลอกเรานั่นหลอกตัวเอง…เอย

Made in Thailand, our land
we’ve kept it since the ancient times, there’s been many good things.
Since the eras of Sukhothai, to Lopburi, Ayuthaya, Thonburi,
through to modern day Kor Tor Mor (short for KrungThep Mahanakhorn or Bangkok

The city where people fall down the open drains (don’t blame them for it).

Made in Thailand, made in our own land,
the land of the meaningful songs and dances.
Foreigners secretly are admirers of Thai products, but Thais don’t see their worth.
Scared of being looked down upon, that liking Thai products isn’t fashionable.
If it’s “Made in Thailand”, who’s going to give the guarantee for them?

(I think someone should accept responsibilty for this.)

Made in Thailand, and all its admirers understand.
That these are products produced by Thais, made by Thais.
the shirts, trousers, and jeans, (true..a bit)
are sent abroad on planes, and then imported back.
It’s the Thais who gain face (but it’s the foreigners who get the money.)

Made in Thailand, and when put up in the shops.
They put the “Made in Japan” labels upon them.
Then they sell well, sell for high prices
and the wearers then brag they’ve got imported clothes,
the latest fashions, from the magazines.
It wasn’t the foreginers who cheated us.
But it was us who cheated ourselves…oh….

Khidtheung Meuang Thai..Yak Ja Rong Hai

Eden = Koh Lipe

Here I am sitting down in front of this PC listening to 94.5 Love FM, a Thai radio station. I just cannot describe how much I really miss Thailand. I remember some 13 years ago, when I used to do the same. Then there was no Internet radio, so I switched on my trusted old radio and listened to songs by Tik Shiro, Jetrin Wattanasin, while my daughter Noor Farhanah would dance (she was only a year old then).

I don’t know what it is about Thailand that I love and miss so much. Even when I’m in Krungthep, I’d somehow get away from the hustle and bustle and traffic jam, and get to the banks of the Chao Phraya river, capturing sunsets. No matter how, I would always find the time to get away and enjoy the sceneries of Thailand and grasp the Thai feeling. There is always this Thai-ness in everything..the ambience and identity that is almost always absent in other metropolis. Even in Hat Yai, which most would consider an extension of Malaysia, as it is almost always flooded with Malaysians that you can count the number of Thais you would see by the road side, there is that unique Thai identity if you know how to find it, and feel it. Which is why most friends I know, girls and guys alike, will always tell me how they miss Thailand.

It has been a while since I last visited Thailand. Almost seven months now. I am yearning for Thailand now. Hopefully I get to return to Thailand in December.