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.

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.

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.

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.”

This I Found On The Net

It looks like a jest. However, read between the lines:

    Kepada Pak Lah, Perdana Menteri Malaysia Boleh…….Blah

Hari nie tah hari berapa Pak Lah jadi PM kami
Memang dari dulu kami sokong sampai lani
Tapi hari nie, buka mata, senak perut anak bini
Tengok Pak Lah habag minyak naik lagi

Memang kami tak tau pasai ekonomi
Yang tau semua Pak Lah ngan kroni
Tapi sampai bila nak jadi lagu nie
Dapat gaji habis tak berbaki

Pak Lah habag tak boleh buat apa
Nie semua ekonomi dunia
Kalau tak naik nanti dunia kata apa
Habis tu yang rakyat dok menderita, tak pa ka

Dulu Pak Lah kata nak jaga rakyat
Kunun Pak lah nak kerja sama sama dengan rakyat
Nie dok nampak macam nak telan kederat
Dok nampak kami yang nak melarat

Pak Lah kata masalah rakyat nak ambik berat
Kunun tak mau tengok rakyat hidup melarat
Tapi kalau macam nie punya sarat
Darah rakyat pun boleh sejat

Kerajaan ada kata rakyat manja subsidi
Kunun asyik kerajaan saja dok bagi
Sapa kata kami rakyat tak pernah bagi
Tu…yang lima tahun sekali tu….sapa bagi??

Tiap kali naik harga, dok banding sini sana
Hampa tengok, kat Thailand lagi mahai dari kita
Apa jenis depa punya kira
Awat tak ikut pulak Brunai punya harga

Brunai tak leh kira
depa punya minyak berlambak tak terkira
Awat, minyak Malaysia tak dak harga ka?
kalau tidak, tak kan jual minyak kita beli minyak depa

Ada Petronas pun tak leh buat apa
Ada duit sikit, dah nak mengada
Pi buat segala menara pagoda kembaq dua
Nak tunjuk, kami la kaya

Petronas kata kami tak tau apa
Kerajaan yang buat kira bicara
Kami ikut apa depa kata
Royalti jadi ehsan pun kami tak leh kata apa

Kunun dok habag petronas hak rakyat semua
Pakailah minyak petronas, nanti untung dapat kat kita
Nie, nak tanya la….tiap tahun untung beribu juta
Rakyat dapat apa ????? kudis buta….

Hari nie petrol naik, tahan la lagi
Tengok pulak apa cerita esok pagi
Habis ikan, ayam, cabai sampai ke cili
depa pun sama tumbas naik sekali

Nanti ada la menteri tolong bercakap
Sapa naik harga dia nak pi tangkap
Sampai bila la dia nie nak ubah sikap
Ingat yang dok meniaga kat market tu heran kot dia punya cakap

Pak Lah mau renung nasib kami
Kais hari nie makan untuk kemarin pagi
Anak kecik pun dok ada lagi
Boleh hidup ka kami lagu nie

Dah tak larat nak tanggung cukai
Sini cukai, sana cukai
Dari tanah sampai ke pintu punya ada cukai
Dah sampai masa kot Pak Lah kena guna akai

Jangan dok ingat rakyat macam Pak Lah
Gaji berpuluh ribu hidup tak susah
Ada anak pulak bisnes sebelah sebelah
Dapat tender pun tak payah susah susah

Kami rakyat bukan macam tu
Malah la nie pun dah ada rebus siput babi dgan batu
Sedih sungguh ohhhh negara ku
Biar tak merdeka terus pun tak la kalau lagu tu

Dah sampai masa Pak Lah ingat
Selesai masalah rakyat cepat cepat
Nanti kot rakyat naik meluat
satu undi pun Pak Lah tak dapat

Cukup la sampai di sini
Tobat dah…aku tak mengundi BN kali nie
Parti Barang Naik pulak kot jadi depa lani
Kot ada sapa nak Barang Naik lagi undi la depa lagi…

Yang Benar,
Rakyat yang semakin tak larat

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

2 Topics In 1

A Former Prime Minister and Former MP, A Dunce Minister, and an idiotic self-serving MP

Compressor Boy is at it again. This time he allegedly sent a threatening SMS text message to a senior Customs official. Initially denying, he later admitted it as “an SMS sent to an old friend”. The coward later said that it was wrong for the Customs official to make it public without going through the proper procedures ie. to go through the respective Ministry and bring the matter up in Parliament. This is one idiot who has a personal vendetta against the Customs Department because the latter refused to heed his “close one eye” “advice” when the former’s logs from Indonesia got confiscated in Melaka. He has been going in the warpath against the Customs Department, hiding behind the “immunity” of the confines of the Parliament. He has also taken swipes at the said department for the latter’s failure to secure him a Mercedes Benz Kompressor. Someone had better kick this idiot out of politics. I cannot imagine people choosing him as an elected representative who has nothing better to do than fight only for his miserable interests.

The best part of it all is the Dunce Minister has thrown in his support for this idiot. But then again, I don’t label him a dunce for nothing. He is famous for making stupid remarks including 28 counted racist remarks in Parliament some time last year. And those remarks made by him have been noted in an Anti-Islam website. Well, what can you expect from a “dunce”?

Dunce Minister has also made a remark on Tun Dr Mahathir‘s willingness to be nominated as a Kubang Pasu UMNO Division’s representative in the upcoming UMNO General Assembly. He has asked every UMNO member to be wary of Tun Dr Mahathir’s motives. I thought this is also the “dunce” who said the Government has answers to every questions put forth by Tun Dr Mahathir lately? Why is he so afraid then? Well, what can you expect from a “dunce”?

At least, the Kubang Pasu UMNO Division’s Youth Wing had the courage to pass a resolution without debate calling for the sacking of Dunce Minister from his ministerial post. Someone should do just that.

Well, what can you expect from a “dunce”?

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….