Archive for February, 2007

|| observe

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

    Chinese New Year is over. Well, at least, the celebration is. This year’s CNY is more meaningful compared to last year. I get to visit Genting and spa. It has been 2 years since last  I went there.
    More friends gather this year even though the holiday is short, just 5 days. Usual "port" that we docked, Joanne’s, Khai Yin, mine and Thim’s house. "Kaki-s" are enough, just nice for a round marble gambling table with games that last until breakfast the next morning.(We went breakfast wan tan mee at Tian Loy Jalan Sungkai.)
    This blog is last updated 2 weeks ago. A lot of issues are going on in my mind right now, particularly issues on what i saw in these few days in Bidor, my hometown.
    I will be back this weekend after the classes and lectures. I will upload some of the pictures here to be downloaded by all kaki-s whom i didn’t transfer the pictures through pen drive.

|| IFs and SMELL

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Jan 13, 2007, 10:03PM (ROOM)

smell??

i used to hate the smell of pot pouri. the smell is too strong that it stings the nose, like thousands of ants crawling in your airways and sting your nasal cavity.

heha~ not anymore now. i started to like it. actually just started 5 minutes ago.precisely at 09:55PM.

i still keep a beautiful vase that contains some pot pouris in it. it has a big cork sealing its opening with a dry leave in the middle of the opening and the cork. because i hated the smell, i put that vase on the floor at a corner in my room.

once in a while, I’ll open the cork and smell the pot pouri. if i touch it, the smell would linger on my finger for hours.

i wonder, if i keep that vase for another 10 years, will the smell remains?? will i remember the smell if i throw away the vase?it tickles me to something.memories.

memories fade as time passes by. our grandpa won’t remember what had happened to him during his childhood. even at 21, i don’t remember much of my childhood.my mum’s words echo in my head "you are really naughty when you are small.your feet are full of stripes from caning because you are too aggressive and naughty." sometimes, i grunt.Was i one??


Jan 14, 2007, 06:57PM (ROOM)

IFs

if it’s true that ghost causes sickness, if it’s true that once we chase the ghost away, sickness will be cured, if there exist magical powers in this world, i want to be a "ghostsucker", sucking the ghost into me so i will become sick. i rather i’m the one who is sick.

pei ni complained to me saying that she wants to sleep. kinda weird. at 6pm, she says she wants to sleep. normally at this time, she will join us in the living room, watching tv.i call my mum to bring her into her room and put her into the cradle swing. not even 10 minutes in it, she says she wants to go out. she insisted, so my mum carry her out from the cradle to the kitchen.

all of a sudden, she vomits.a lot. damn a lot of them.i tap her back and more comes out. finally it ceases. my mum attends to her and cleans her up.i gotta bath too.she is still crying loudly. the mood in the house suddenly changes and everyone stops doing what they are doing to comfort her.

the smelly undigested food on my shirt is smeared with mucous and phlegm.i guess those mucous and phlegm might be too much for her small body too handle, so natural mechanism in her body force them out by inducing her to vomit.

for some of my friends who are soon to be mother, good luck. ghost doesn’t cause sickness.

|| BG Hospital

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

    I was at BG hospital from 11 AM to 1 PM just now. One of my classmates had severe headache and i sent him to hospital. He was admitted to emergency dept.
    It was a 20 minutes drive from UTP. I parked my car below a few shady trees. Okay, cut the crap..Straight to the point. They are one of the a-million-strong-civil-servant.

  • Forms and those paper hanky panky. The clerk at the counter took 10 minutes to fill in the forms. Do we need so much forms??
  • Waiting time. Having have to wait another 10 minutes, my head starts to get hot. (I was really hungry) It is an emergency case. Not mild headache, mister.
  • Rude medical assistant. I accompanied my friend into the consultation room, only being chased out because they think I’m watching them doing their work. (assumed)
  • Lazy MA. One of the MA in the dept sneak his head out from an empty consultation room to ask how many minutes more before lunch time. I assume he’s skipping his work and instead having his nap in the room.
  • Pharmacist. Miss, I need clarification of which and what medicine to be taken because i need to explain it to my friend. Ending up being scolded.

    This hospital is the same hospital that treated my broken hand wrongly one year ago. I swear i won’t step into this hospital again, but today i did it again. The MA (I was actually shocked that it was not a doctor who attend to a patient) did not correct the alignment of my fractured bone before applying "cement" (plaster of Paris) on my hand. Results?? I have a crooked little finger and a few other misaligned fractured finger bone.
    I went to consult an orthopaedic specialist and surgeon, 3 weeks after that. Know what did he said? "Why in the first place you went to that hospital?? You should come here straight away". Is that an insult? Pat yourself and ask.

CIVIL SERVANTS?? THANK YOU, HOSPITAL BATU GAJAH.

p/s : It’s disappointing that one million strong civil servant can’t even serve the 25 million citizens of Malaysia properly. That’s 1:25 ratio.

Take a look here. An article from Malaysia Today.

NIGHTMARE CONTINUES IN SULTAN’S DREAM STATE
http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/index.php?blogid=1&archive=2006-12

|| rantings

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

On Thursday last week, I attended
Engineering Economics lecture which is in Pocket C. It was a 2-hours lecture
which I dread the most. Before Economics, I was in Highway Engineering lecture,
from 8.00 to 10.00 AM.

Sitting at the back row, (I am
always a backbencher) I slept for one hour and a half inside the cold lecture
theatre. I woke up 30 minutes before the end of the class when lecturer
announced that there will be an adjunct lecture by Professor Emiritus Dato’
Khoo Kay Kim titled “Hubungan Etnik- Dulu, Kini dan Masa Hadapan”.

It is a sensitive topic.

The whole floor was reduced to
silence. My lecturer made a joke about the motto of UMNO which in some way
resembles that of the adjunct lecture title; “Dulu, Kini dan Selamanya”.

Ethnic relations in Malaysia is
being described as “fragile” by our current PM and he further explain it by
“fragile and brittle, and may break if pushed a little hard”. True it seems, it
was the first thing I agree with him in all this 3 years tenure as PM.

Extremism, branding of Islam as a
religion that cultivates terrorism, syarie dispute cases involving Muslims and
non-Muslims, demolition of Hindu temples, Chinese temples and mosque
flourishing without control. The latest involving the curricula syllabus of
“Ethnic Relations” book used in public universities in Malaysia. Does
that seem familiar to you? All those happenings above crack the fragile ethnic
relations in Malaysia.

However, I beg to differ on a
point expressed by many Western journalists. It is extremism that leads to
violence, not religion. Religion is often being used as a tool of politics and
political parties in Malaysia are either religion-based or racial-based.

There might be two political
parties in Malaysia that claim to be the defender of Islam as well there might
be two or more political parties that claim to be the defender of their own
race. I see, too two political parties that claim to be multi-racial. 

The two politic parties that
claim to be the defender of Islam might fight and boo each other off in
Parliament, but they speak the same political language. Islam. The two or more
political parties that claim to be the defender of their own race submit to
order using “we must tolerate and live in harmony” to justify their actions and
words. The other two which claim to be multiracial doesn’t get enough support
and their strong and bright arguments are barely heard in the mainstream
newspaper controlled by either political parties or GLCs.

I am a Buddhist in my birth
certificate, but I profess all the religions that exist in the world. I believe
in Taoism, I believe in Hinduism, I submit to the one and the only one God, I
believe in reincarnation, I believe in God’s son, I believe in Horus (Jewish
God) and I even believe in animism. I quote from Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), I
quote from Tao Te Ching, I quote from Jesus, I quote from Gautama Buddha, and
I’ve seen all the three forms of Hindu God in temples.

How diverse religion may be, all hold the same basic universal principles; LOVE, RESPECT and JUSTICE.

Put these 3 principles to practice in our everyday life.

And we don’t even have to read until the last page, holy book of every religion to learn that 3 basic principles.

 

06:19PM, 11th Feb 2007

 

 

 

 

 

 

|| GONORRHEA LECTIM

Thursday, February 8th, 2007

GONORRHEA LECTIM

> Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:10:36 -0800 (PST)

> From: Budd

> Subject: Re: Gonorrhea Lectim

>

> The disease could resurface in 2012 or after. Heard another bush has been

> infecting people in Florida.

>

>
> —– Forwarded message —–
>
> Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 21:28:44 -0800

>> From: Dot

>> Subject: Gonorrhea Lectim
>
>>
>>
> >The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has issued a warning of a new

>> virulent strain of a Sexually Transmitted Disease. The disease is contracted

>> through dangerous and high-risk behavior.

>>

>> The disease is called Gonorrhea Lectim and pronounced "gonna re-elect him."

>>
>> Many victims contracted it in 2004, after having been screwed for the past

>> four years. Cognitive characteristics of individuals infected include:

>> anti-social personality disorders, delusions of grandeur with messianic

>> overtones, extreme cognitive dissonance, inability to incorporate new

>> information, pronounced xenophobia and paranoia, inability to accept

>> responsibility for own actions, cowardice masked by misplaced bravado,

>> uncontrolled facial smirking, ignorance of geography and history, tendencies

>> towards evangelical theocracy, categorical all-or-nothing behavior.

>>

>> Naturalists and epidemiologists are amazed at how this destructive disease

>> originated only a few years ago from a bush found in Texas.

>>

>> Fortunately no one can catch it in 2008!

>>

>> —– End forwarded message —–

|| Hang Tuah Sucks: Why We Need to Deconstruct Our Flawed Heroes.

Thursday, February 8th, 2007

Written by Farish A. Noor

 

Friday, 29 December 2006
Source : http://www.othermalaysia.org/content/view/60/65/

Bertuahnya negara yang tidak ber-Tuah


There are times when our folk heroes need to be brought down a peg or
two, particularly when they have overstepped the frontier of
ideological correctness. I’ve always nursed a vendetta against Hang
Tuah, that beloved ‘budak Raja’ so adored by amok-prone keris-waving nationalists and humbug patriots who can never chant the slogan ‘Tak kan Melayu hilang di dunia’ too many times. But of late the cult of Tuah and his keris
antics have become too staid, too repetitive, too predictable for this
academic; and so the time has come to take off the gloves and give the
fella a good whuppin’.

Who hasn’t heard of Tuah and his gang? The trials and tribulations of
our national hero have become part and parcel of our nation-building
process, and since childhood we have been reminded time and again of
his blood-soaked exploits and his valiant efforts to keep the status
quo intact. Tuah was always an instrument of regime maintenance at
best, and at worse comes under the category of Preman-mercenary types
who, like the ever-so-loyal English yeoman, was cast as the salt of the
earth. In case any of us are still doubting, the opening lines of the Hikayat Hang Tuah (which, admittedly is a classic in its own right and a sample of authentic Malay literature) announces his entry thus:

Inilah Hikayat Hang Tuah yang amat setiawan pada tuan-nya dan terlalu sangat berbuat kebaktian kepada tuan-nya.

Terlalu sangat berbuat kebaktian kepada tuan-nya
is an apt way of putting it. Others might argue that it is an
understatement. The bottom line is that Tuah was and is blind loyalty
and deference personified. In the Hikayat he performs many deeds that
are calculated to please his master, the Raja of Melaka, and more
importantly, to uphold the presiding order of things. Tuah’s fatal
stabbing of Hang Jebat has been cited as the example par excellence of
loyalty to the state superseding  loyalty to his friend: And by doing
so anticipating the Hegelian dialectical conflict of state ethics
versus the ethics of filial and familial relations.


It is this shameless devotion to power that makes Tuah so important and
favoured to the powers-that-be. What other archetype of model citizen
would we need today? Imagine living in present-day Malaysia with a
legion of Tuahs out there, badges and batons in hand. Forget peaceful
demonstrations and legal protest: Tuah and co. would be in the front
rank shooting off rubber bullets and tear gas canisters at point-blank
range.

During the 1960s some Left-leaning cultural critics and intellectuals
such as Kassim Ahmad attempted an early deconstruction of the character
of Tuah, by pointing out that our national hero was little more than a
running dog of the establishment. Then it was quite trendy to argue
that Hang Tuah’s nemesis Hang Jebat stood for his dialectical other: If
Tuah was loyalty incarnate, then Jebat was seen as the spirit of
rebellion – At least until it was noted by others like Chandra Muzaffar
that Jebat was likewise a loyal sidekick of the king and that his
rebellion was sparked off by a contestation of desire over a woman (as
it often is). No, sad though may it may seem to the liberals among us,
Jebat was likewise another ‘budak Raja’ in the pay of the istana’s coffers…

The political appropriation of Hang Tuah was only possible, however,
with the essentialisation of his character and its multiple
displacement. For a start, most of us have only read the abridged
version of the Hikayat Hang Tuah that was for primary school consumption. How many of us have even heard of Kassim Ahmad’s magnum opus edition of the Hikayat Hang Tuah,
painstaking and lovingly edited and compiled in 1962 and published by
our very own Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka? This is the definitive version
of the full Hikayat, in two volumes, running a total of 523 pages.

It is in this definitive edition of the Hikayat Hang Tuah
that we see the multiple identities of Hang Tuah himself, and the
stereotypical man of steel is laid bare and denuded of his power and
glory. As Kassim Ahmad notes in his introduction to the text, in the
full version we see how Tuah evolves from being the pahlawan who is ‘gagah, garang dan berani’ to the eternal wanderer and Sufi mystic, ‘bijaksana, sabar dan waraq’.
This change of heart comes about after his killing of Jebat and the
fall of Melaka to the Portuguese and later the Dutch, and Hang Tuah is
left with the task of serving as emissary for the tattered remnants of
a fallen Malay power.

It is here, in the second part of the Hikayat
(which, incidentally is almost as long as the first), where we see a
totally different Tuah evolve before our very eyes. He journeys from
Vijayanagar (Kalinga) to China, from Ayudhya across Asia and all the
way to Turkey. In the process his character evolves as he renounces
violence and the bloody ways of the keris. His meditates and
contemplates the fate of men and the world, and ultimately comes to the
realisation that all that is worldly is temporal and fleeting. Having
found salvation, he saves himself from himself, though sadly this did
not save him from the grasping hands of revisionist nationalist
ideologues and demagogues.

Needless to say, the second part of the Hikayat Hang Tuah
is rarely read and discussed. Its not too difficult to figure out why:
As an exercise of de-masculation it strips our hero of everything that
is conventionally macho, virile and associated with power. And in his
gradual disempowerment Tuah detaches himself from the very structures
of power that he once served and which in turn afforded him the license
to kill. James Bond without MI6 is just a thug with a gun; but Tuah
without his king and kingdom redeems himself by turning his back to
all. And this is why the early Tuah is so important to the nationalist
crowd, while the latter Tuah of the second part of the Hikayat has to
be forgotten, erased, buried forever.

Perhaps in the final analysis the pacifist in me doesn’t have to diss
Tuah, as it is Tuah himself who performs the decisive act of
self-deconstruction as he transforms himself from warrior to itinerant
nomad. The soldier with his keris
finds himself finally free, and in that freedom confronts the emptiness
that was his existential lot. His wanderings take him across Asia, and
ultimately this timeless man among men is reduced to a mystic preaching
to the men of the forest. Hot-headed nationalists may not be too
comfortable with the fate of Tuah, who renounces worldly power for the
sake of enlightenment, but in this age of over-heated speeches and
bellicose rhetoric, Tuah’s eventual maturation leaves us with the
redeeming belief that men do grow up in the end. And by doing so, they
become real men. What balls.

 
Note: This Other Malaysia article first appeared in Off The Edge Magazine, January 2007.

Footnote:
Dr Farish Ahmad-Noor
is a Malaysian political scientist and historian currently based at the
Centre for Modern Orient Studies (Zentrum Moderner Orient), Berlin. He
is the author of ‘Writings on the War on Terror’ (2006), ‘From
Majapahit to Putrajaya’ (2005) and ‘Islam Embedded: The Historical
Development of PAS’ (2004). ‘The Other Malaysia’ is a sustained attempt
to highlight and foreground aspects of Malaysian history that have been
marginalised in the dominant racialised political discourse and
official history of the country. He collects antiques and maps for a
hobby, travels dangerously to find himself and is taken for walks when
he’s been a good boy. He lives for the day when he will quit smoking
for good.
   

Farish can be contacted at farish @ othermalaysia.org.

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|| 21st Century

Monday, February 5th, 2007

Give a laugh now…

Our communication - Wireless

Our dress - Topless

Our telephone - Cordless

Our cooking - Fireless

Our youth - Jobless

Our food - Fatless

Our labor - Effortless

Our conduct - Worthless

Our relation - Loveless

Our attitude - Careless

Our feelings - Heartless

Our politics - Shameless

Our education - Valueless

Our follies - Countless

Our arguments - Baseless

Our boss - Brainless

Our Job - Thankless

Our Salary - Very less.!

|| back for good (Take That)

Sunday, February 4th, 2007

Artist : Take That
Title : Back For Good

I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you’re lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

recently i had posted a lot of lyrics on my blog. i don’t know why. i post it up for no reason actually.

i enjoy lyrics more than the music itself. They can be lyrics of love song, alternative, rock, of whatever genre too.

guitar. i am a noob myself. just a beginner in playing. i only know how to read the guitar tab a few simple love songs, one of them including the song "Destiny".

if you enjoy jazz song, i recommend Ten2Five and Double Take. They are good Indonesian bands and they have even participated in the grand Java Jazz Festival. Jazz from the West? Take Luther Vandross with his "Dance With My Father" song.

My favorites from Ten2Five are "I Do", "I Will Fly" and "Ready To Lose You".

|| A DAY IN MY LIFE

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

Wake_up

7AM : Wake up.

Peini

8AM : My sister come to my house.

Rubber

8.30AM to 2.00PM : Work

Palm

2.45PM to 7PM : Kelapa sawit~

Home

7PM : Finish working. At home.

Sunset

7.45PM : Sunsets

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9.00PM : Happy hour~

Sleep

2.00AM : Bedtime~