Saturday, October 27, 2007

P. Ramlee, the musical

Last night, I took my family for the Datin Seri Tiara Jacquelina's Enfinitti production of "P. Ramlee, the musical" at Istana Budaya, Kuala Lumpur. I bought tickets for my parents too, but my father could not make it, so my sister stood in, last minute. This is my mother's first visit to the Istana Budaya and she was awed by the splendour of the theatre.








I was completely awed by the set. It utilised the high-technology and mechanical ability of the stage. Istana Budaya is one of the most technologically induced theatre in the world.

My mother enjoyed her first musical or theatre show in the Istana Budaya. She grew up having a stapple diet of P Ramlee's movies and song, totally related to the musical and the genre of that era.









Liza Hanim, who played Saloma, P Ramlee's third wife, brought life to the character when he was able to render Saloma's original numbers in the way Saloma sung. Unlike Dato' Siti Nurhaliza, she had to render a 21st century R & B number to suit her singing ability.







My mother and Girl-Girl later had the opportunity to get autographs from the performers, director Adlin A. Ramlie and even Tiara, the producer. It was a wonderful experience for her to see a live performance and meet the stars afterwards.








Girl-Girl thoroughly enjoyed the revetting performance put up by Melissa Saila, who played Norizan in the musical. Her acting strength brought the conflict needed to complement the musical.






I must admit "PGL the musical" was much better. It is because PGL was not 'confined' to a particular music genre, unlike P Ramlee. Hence, the musical director are able to explore new genre of music. The dances of PGL also were choreographed with a lot of historical and cultural characteristics. According to Adlin, PGL will be back in February. Stephen Rahman Hughes will be back as Hang Tuah and so will the rest of the cast. This time, I will make sure my mother will be here at Istana Budaya to watch the third season of this hit musical.






















*Some of the photos featured here in this posting are courtesy of TV Smith.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

I turned forty, today!

At exactly 2.40am today, forty years ago, I was born in Assunta Hospital, Petaling Jaya. My mother, Jamaliah Abdul Majid, delivered her first born @ me, through caesarian section, performed by Dr. Ronald S. McCoy (now Dato' Dr. R.S. McCoy, a well known anti-nuke activist).

My mother said, I was already suffocating in the chamber, so Dr. McCoy decided to cut her open, to let me out. Not until two days later, she discovered that I was alive all along (she thought I did not survive!).




















Ever since, I started schooling, I was always deprived of a birthday party, unlike my two other siblings. Since mine is at the end of October, when I was growing up, this is the time where final exams are held. So even if my parents held any birthday party for me, most probably the attendees were poor, because of exams week.

So I grew up, without proper birthday celebrations. Like last year, Hari Raya Aidil Fitri fell on my birthday. So almost every Muslim in this region focused on 'Hari Lebaran'.


This year it was different. Today, we had 'Mi Rebus Tuesday' (MRT), the first since seven weeks ago (due to Ramadhan). The usual Mi Rebus was served. Maria had some nasi himpit and lontong made. There were some satay too.


During MRT @ Maria's, the bloggers surprised me! Ahirudin "Rocky" Attan bought a cheesecake from Secret Recipe and we had a mini celebration.









I never would have imagined that Rocky remembered my birthday (I think, most probably my father didn't!). It was nice for them to throw a surpise birthday bash for me. The usual suspects (Nuraina, Zorro, Tony Yew, Elviza, Queen B, Ancient Mariner, Norzu, Raden Galoh, Mat Salo etc) were there. There were new additions like Kerp and Jasni Abd. Jalil (Nurin Jazlin's uncle). We also had crime prevention consultant Kamal Affendi. Kamal rendered some very nice hotel-lounge-like numbers on the piano, while we ate lunch and made the ambiance so classy.

Thanks, guys!


*I would like to also wish Mohd. Atrash Azali of Kubu Gajah, Sg. Buloh, Shah Alam, Selangor, my friend during forms one and two, for sharing the same birthday as me. Also to HRH Sultan Ahmad Shah Mustain-billah Ibni Almahrum Sultan Abu Bakar, Sultan of Pahang who is also born today, 77 years ago.

The United Nations was formed in San Francisco today, in 1945 after the end of WW II.

Monday, October 22, 2007

I got married today

At exactly 1130am, twelve years ago, I wed Suzliaton Norhaslinda Mohamed Said at 12 Jalan Tengah, Kampung Stulang Baru, 81100 Majidee, Johor Bahru, Johor. Imam Labintah Mahmood from Masjid Sultan Abu Bakar, who is also the Jurunikah for Kampung Melayu Majidee area, solemnised the wedding.

We wore pink for the ceremony in Johor Bahru. Of course for the akad nikah, I wore the traditional white. Through out the entire wedding, I wore my Baju Melayu 'dagang luor'.

My planned-best-man, Zaharuddin "Pak" Mohamed from MRSM Muo days (also my golfing buddy at that time), missed his flight from Kota Bahru to Johor Bahru, enroute at Subang (which we already argued and anticipated two weeks earlier, for obvious logistics reasons!) and finally arrived at 3pm, after the bersanding and lunch has been long concluded. Luckily, another Ex-MRSM Muo buddy, Zainuddin Mohamed stood in as best man at the akad-nikah and my former housemate from Newcastle, England, Mohd. Noorazam "BJ" Osman stood in as best man for the bersanding and makan damai.





















The ceremony in Petaling Jaya was held in December, to facilitate for my brother and cousins, who were still studying in London at that time, to attend. We wore blue for the ceremony at home and peach for the dinner at Dewan Merak Kayangan, Felda HQ, Kuala Lumpur.


Notice all my costume are Baju Melayu (Kurung) Johor. My mom had sewn all the 'bunga tabur' on all three persandingan wear. This is a authentic and typical traditional wear for Johorean Malays. Authentic Johorean Malay men do not wear Baju Melayu Cekak Musang or Songket, Keris and Tanjak when they get married. That is the distinction of a Johorean groom, on top of the tolls that he or his best man usually got to pay, before they enter the bride's house for bersanding and banquet.




Sunday, October 21, 2007

ANSARAwan aka Angkasawan Negara landed!

Angkasawan Negara landed!

The Soyuz TMA-10 spacecraft carrying the Angkasawan Negara and the crew of ISS Expedition 15 landed in a ballistic trajectory ten minutes after re-entry at a location 400km north east of the targetted landing spot at 6.43pm (Malaysian time).

More news will follow suit of well being of the crew and scientific specimens and experiments result conducted in space.

Like millions of Malaysians, Allahyarham Mustaffa Dapat would be very pleased for this space mission success, moreover it was concluded on his birthday.

In memory of Mustaffa Dapat

Allahyarham Mustaffa b. Dapat (b. 21 October 1964, d. 28 August 2004).

Mustaffa Dapat was born to a former British Army employee, Dapat b. Selamat. He was initially intended to be named as 'Ahmad Suhardi b. Dapat'. However, his aunt changed his name to 'Mustaffa' instead when the registration of birth was made. He grew up in Kampung Stulang Baru, Johor Bahru, Johor and attended Larkin School. His father by then became a Postman at Bukit Panjang Post Office, Bukit Panjang, Singapore while his mother run an eatery stall in Larkin.

Later he attended MARA Junior Science College, Kuantan, Pahang (1977-1981). He went to Oklahoma to study engineering but later transferred to Ohio University in Columbus, Ohio and earned a bachelor in aeronautical engineering in 1986.

He came back to Malaysia during the first economic recession. After his mother passed away in 1987 to stomach ulcer, Mustaffa enrolled in the Royal Malaysian Navy (RMN) KD Pelanduk as Cadet Officer. He graduated in 1989 as the best cadet officer and earned the golden sabre from HM Seri Paduka Baginda Yang DiPertuan Agong, beating more than a dozen ex RMC cadet officers in his intake.

He was initially destined to be trained as the engineer for the RMN’s Air Wing KD Rajawali. However, still as a Sub. Lt., he was sent to Royal Australian Navy submarine school near Sydney in 1992 instead. He earned his ‘dolphins’ in 1993, the first RMN officer to be certified as submariner, along with Lt. Abdul Rahman Ayob and Senior Petty Officer Suhaimi after the training in an RAN Oberon Class submarine.

His track record was so impressive that the RAN, through Australian MINDEF, requested their Foreign Office to ask MINDEF, through Wisma Putra for Lt. Mustaffa to come and serve for another tour of duty, in the RAN submarine squadron. During this time, he participated in a submarine exercise with the US Navy.

(Left photo) An article in an RAN Bulletin, with Group Captain Australian Submarine squadron, HMAS Platypus. Mustaffa Dapat is second on the left. Centre is Kept. Abdul Rahman Ayob.

(Right photo) From left, Lt. Cdr. Zulhelmi Isnin, Cdr. Abdullah Sani Ismail, Mustaffa Dapat and Kept. Abdul Rahman Ayob. This photo was shot in TLDM Lumut, 1997.

After serving ten years short commission service, Mustaffa left the RMN in 1997 due to economic reasons. He joined ATSC Sdn. Bhd. (then under Airod) and served as the Project Manager for the MiG 29N maintenance program, based in TUDM Kuantan, under former RMAF Brig. Gen. Richard Robless Sr. He later joined Rajawali Aerospace Sdn. Bhd. as a General Manager, also following Robless.

In 2001 when Perimekar Sdn. Bhd. put up the bid for the submarine project, Mustaffa was employed as a consultant to the project. He later joined Perimekar as a Project Manager and facilitated the project management during the lengthy technical negotiations between DCNi, Thales (now Armaris), Perimekar and the RMN. The contract was signed in June 2002 for the acquisition of two Scorpene Class SSK submarines. By then, LTAT through Boustead Bhd. was a 51% shareholder of Perimekar.

Mustaffa was sent to Cherbourg, France in December 2002, to facilitate for the Perkimekar’s contract to ensure the RMN Submarine Project Team’s work supervising and monitoring the construction, testing and commissioning of the two submarines are fully completed, according to the contract.

In late July, Mustaffa fell ill due to viral fever and was admitted to the Louis Pasteur Hospital, Cherbourg in early August. Five days later he was transferred to another hospital in Caen where he remained for the next two and half weeks. Within that time, it was diagnosed that Mustaffa suffered a rare penicillin allergy called ‘Steven Johnson syndrome’. He went into a coma and eventually just before six a.m. on Saturday, 28 August 2004, Mustaffa Dapat died never regained consciousness.

His body was bathe and kapan (wrapped with burial shroud) at the Caen mosque and taken to Paris Charles De Gaulle Airport on the afternoon of Monday 30 August 2007 and was flown back to Kuala Lumpur onboard Malaysia Airlines flight MH 021 at noon, the national day of 2004. His remains arrived in KLIA at 5.30 am 1 September 2004, accompanied by his widow Masniza Mansor, his 8 year old son Muhammad Faza Aiman, his three month old baby Misha Elyssa, Puan NorAishah Mohd. Nasri (wife of Deputy Leader, Submarine Project Team in Cherbourg; Capt. Rosland Omar), his best friend and fellow submariner (who also represented the RMN), Cdr. Abdul Rahman Ayob and Perimekar manager based in Cartagena, Spain, Anuar. Lt. Cdr. Zulhelmi Isnin, his wife (who is a TLDM officer as well) and Lt. Cdr. Baharuddin Md. Nor were at KLIA for the reception of Mustaffa's remains and the party that accompany it back home.

His remains was taken to Masjid Kampung Chempaka, Kampung Tunku, Petaling Jaya and later was interned at Kampung Tunku Cemetery that noon. Relatives, former colleagues from the RMN and the Defense Attache’ of the French Embassy of Kuala Lumpur were there to pay their respect. So was representative of DCNi and Armaris.

His last summer, his wife was expecting their second child. However, he insisted I came for a visit in June of 2004, the 60th celebration of D-Day landings. We arrived in Paris Charles De Gaulle on 3 June 2004, rented a Picasso Xsara from Europecar and drove directly to Cherbourg, Normandy. (After we came back home, he also insisted that his father, Pak Dapat to also come for visit. It was his last wish to see people close to him before he died three months later).


For the longest time since school, we promised ourselves that we should one day step foot in Utah and Omaha Beaches, St. Mere De Eglise and Point Du Hoc and witness for ourselves the largest military landing which changed world history. We also wanted to go to Bastogne, Belgium and Arnhem, Netherlands.


The last time I was Mustaffa was on 9 June 2004 at the Cite La Mer maritime museum in Cherbourg. We hugged and promised to meet again here, for
the 70th D-Day celebrations.





During my stay in Cherbourg, since summer was just starting, Mustaffa held a private barbeque party at his home. We were also invited for dinner at Kept. Rahman Ayob's (then, Cdr.) home, as a reciprocity.



I became closer to Kept. Rahman since then. When Mustaffa fell ill and hospitalised, I was communicating with Kept. Rahman almost every other day. The moment I learnt about Mustaffa's passing, we spent the next three days trying to arrange for his burial here in Klang Valley. Former Chief of Navy Laksmana (B) Tan Sri Abu Bakar Abdul Jamal played an important part in the RMN's role for the funeral. He was on regular communications with then Deputy Chief of Navy Laksmana Madya Dato' Ilyas Md. Din.

This last photo with Mustaffa was shot at during dinner at Kept. Rahman's home, West Cherbourg.


Mustaffa Dapat would have been forty three today if he was still with us. His passing was missed by the entire submariner community in this country, especially the RMN. I remembered specifically in LIMA '01, during breakfast at Awana Porto Malai, former Chief of Navy Laksamana Tan Sri Ilyas Md. Din (then Fleet Operation Commander Laksda Dato' Ilyas Md. Din) said to me "Mustaffa's departure from the Navy was a great loss to us but later proven to be a great service to the nation. He would one day made Chief of Navy had he stayed on and served". So did former RMN Inspector General Laksmana Pertama Danyal Balagopal confirm the same point "Mustaffa is definitely 'CN' material", separately.


That was how much respect his superiors had for my best friend. Adieu, mon kapitan......................

Friday, October 19, 2007

My significant half's birthday

My wife of 12 years, Suzliaton Norhaslinda Mohamed Said was born today at Kandang Kerbau, Singapore, 40 years ago.


I meet her at her University in Keele, West England two weeks before Christmas of 1989. I was introduced to her in the dark corridor of Barnes Hall laundrette by my good friend, Sharizan Shafiee, who is her junior reading International Relations. She send her salam to Noorazam "BJ" Osman and Azlan "Jelan" Hamdan, both who happened to be my roommates in Newcastle. I cannot recall her face because it was dark and kept thinking about her throughout the long Christmas holidays, despite going for a trip to Manchester, Liverpool, Leeds, then with Mohaffri "Kaduk" Muhammat, his girlfriend Nor Fazlin "Mimi" Zakaria and Fizwan "Juan" Abdul Wahid dicovering the whole of Scotland, went down to Bradford and then off to London, for Christmas and an eventful New Year.

The moment holidays is over and I reached our home in Middleton Ave., I told BJ and Jelan about her and my intentions to go out with her sometime. BJ's instantaneous reaction was "Alamak......she's my 'aunty!' ". Oh no! I want to date my best friend's aunty!

(The Middleton Ave gang: (from left) Ija, my darling dear wifey, yours truly, Maria Kimin, Allahyarham Jelan, BJ. (Squatting down) Aton @ "Gumby Bear" and Yusri "Black" Misran. Picture taken at Gateshead Summer Festival, June 1990.)




And I eventually did, despite she 'playing-hard-to-get' and non-chalantness to my moves. It started when I made an effort to attend Keele University's Malaysian Night (Feb 1990), even though I don't actually want to (Keele's sparse Malaysian population, what could one expect from their 'Malaysian Night' do?). I even made Masaliza to 'invite' me to lunch at her flat. From that, I had the opportunity to write to her. She ONLY responded after three letters and a 'complaint' to her juniors (my 'agents' in Keele), namely Sharizan Shafiee and Masaliza Maskan for her 'non-chalantness'!


I can't remember much about her previous birthdays but once, when I got back from England, I took her for a birthday lunch at Pan Pacific Kuala Lumpur. While eating, a string quartet came over to our table and rendered a special "Happy Bithday" song for her. Later, she bantered me for embarassing her with the string quartet surprise short gig (she's always shy for these sort of things). I very well know she loved the attention but too embarrassed to deal with it, when it comes. This is something till today, I simply failed to comprehend.

She works for Malaysia Airlines. Although she started as Human Resources organisational developer and dealt with their Total Quality Management programs, she also served Human Resources (benefits) and Flight Operations (corporate communications) before assuming her current role as a trainer in Malaysia Airlines Academy. She was offered to represent Malaysia Airlines at Rolls Royce's Annual Future CEO's convention in 2002, held for the first time in Kuala Lumpur. She graduated top of her class and was honoured to address the farewell dinner, equivalent as a 'valedictorian' and the Birtish High Commissioner Bruce Cleghorn, who was the guest of honour at the dinner with his wife, remembered her for that. The Rolls Royce people was very impressed with her (considering that the other Malaysians who attended this internal Rolls Royce succession leadership programs are all men). That honour was extended when she was officially and specifically invited to visit Rolls Royce Training Institute in Derby even though we were in London for a private visit.


We shall be married for exactly twelve years in three days time.

She's been there for me, thick or thin, tall or short, heavy or light. She did an excellent job raising Aishah. Often I pondered how life would be without her in my life and I simply dare not thread into that imaginary dimension any further. I don't actually know how to repay her service to me all these years. Maybe, I should should explicitly express that I love her more..................and not just mere "Macam kita sayang dia!"



Thursday, October 18, 2007

Playing host for Hari Raya Aidil Fitri visitations

Hari Raya Aidil Fitri for us the Malays, is a time where social visits are made, annually. Even when most of us city dwellers are too busy with our everyday lives, Hari Raya Aidil Fitri is where we make it a point to visit our relations, especially the elder ones.

That is why most of us go back to our kampungs for Hari Raya Aidil Fitri. In my family, my father is the only surviving uncle left to his nephews and nieces. So Hari Raya Aidil Fitri is where all these cousins would come over and visit my old man.






Since many are still on Hari Raya Aidil Fitri holiday and mood, some of my cousins took the opportunity to come and visit. So last night, we hosted a few families who came over for dinner.

I took a lot of pot shots to my only unmarried cousin, Nazree, who had turned thirty one last August. Its sweeter to tease him infront of his girlfriend, Nadene.

We always take this sort of opportunity to catch up on updates and gossip between cousins. Of course, there will be some teasing, just to add a little fun to it.




To add a little pressure, we told Nazree that some of our elder cousins even have grandchildren of their own already!

I and Nazree have gone a long way back together. When our families took a holiday to Los Angeles in December 1984, he was only eight years old then. So his mother (my father's youngest sister), put me in charge of him. Every time we go a theme park somewhere, there will be rides which he can't go on, simply because he was not tall enough.




So, in consolation, I would take him on all the 'kiddie rides' (and naturally boring ones!), such as the Alice-in-the-Wonderland caterpillar, Its-a-small-world, Autopia, Dumbo rides in Disneyland Park and dungy-smelling stage coach ride at Knotts Berry Farm, since he can't be allowed on the more interesting rides such as the Space-Mountain or Cork-Screw.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The typical ride in 'The Enterprise'

This recent journey to and from Johor Bahru-Singapore, was on 'The Enterprise', just had been for us, since 11 years ago. It has been a very reliable machine, right from day one. Never before it failed on me during these past 11 years.

We are the sort of family which bring everything, everywhere.















We brought almost everything we need at all times during our 4-5 days overnight, whenever we away from home somewhere in the country.

We'd have the portable fridge in the car (keeps the drinks cold and fruits taken as snack during the journey fresh), our 'Super-Soaker' guns, clothes for a week (even though we plan just to stay for 4 days - a redundancy system I have), toaster (so that we have fresh toast after a swim or some light snack in the middle of the night), personal items which include a portable nebulizer and food like milo, creamer, cookies, UHT milk and a loaf of bread. Of course medications and the notebook, with peripherals are packed as well. Even my regular pillow is a must, everywhere I go.

We'd usually have 'stow-aways' on board too. Girl-Girl had never left home without her 'trusted companions' and reading materials, tucked in a pink Minnie Mouse wheeled bag (can be seen at the lower left hand corner of 'The Enterpise'). She took these toys almost everywhere, even going Hari Raya visiting. In December 2000, we were at Seri Perdana for second day Hari Raya, PM Dato' Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad had a conversation with her (then four), about her IKEA Kangaroo. Dr. Mahathir later placed a 'duit raya' packet in the pouch of the kangaroo.

My closests friends say I suffer from the 'Formula One syndrome'. Its more like US Forces in Iraq, where they almost brought every single thing they require and can think of for their operations.

Then we drove from Johor Bahru to Kuala Lumpur yesterday, which was very pleasant. There was not much traffic, despite in was still Hari Raya holidays to many. However, the weather was not encouraging. I was so happy passing through the North-South Highway at Seremban with reasonably very light traffic, at 110-120km/h; something never been achieved before at 4th or 5th day Hari Raya in the twelve years I have done these sort of trips.




It seemed the upgrade of the third lane on the North-South Highway from Nilai to Air Keroh has been 98% completed and managed to ease of a lot of traffic pressure, especially during festivities.

'The Enterprise' managed to do Senai to Sungai Besi (toll house-toll house) in 2 hours 50 minutes, despite very bad weather and heavy down pour between Simpang Renggam and Pagoh (some part where visibility was down to almost zero), in a very acceptable fuel economy.

This typically how we as a family have been traveling, regardless for Hari Raya, wedding invitations or simply holiday, to far away places like Alor Star.

Three generation of maternal lineage

This is a three generation maternal lineage that affects my life, directly. This photo was captured for this Hari Raya Aidil Fitri, wearing the same clothes.






























These photos were taken at 12 Jalan Tengah, Kampung Stulang Baru, Majidee, Johor Bahru, Johor on 4 Syawal 1428H.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Mi Rebus Tuesday

Today is Tuesday. It was the tradition amongst bloggers, introduced by Nuraina Samad (with a big part played by an avid blog reader, Maria "Kak Ton" Samad), Mi Rebus Tuesday (As Rocky calls it, MRT!) sometime in early March, first at Cafe Fourteen (Opposite Section 14 Mosque in Petaling Jaya) and in early May, it moved to its new venue, Maria and Roslani's serene and elegant residence in SS 7, Kelana Jaya.

MRT was suspended because of Ramadhan. It is still Hari Raya holidays to many, especially the Muslim, including the MRT gracious host, MRT has not been reactivated. However, since keeping up with traditions (Yes, I am that sort of person!) and I am in Johor Bahru, we did our usual 'compulsory ritual' which is to have Mi Rebus. This is the imfamous Mi Rebus Hj. Wahid, carried on the tradition by his son, Hj. Halim Wahid, now in Plaza Angsana.

We got Halim Bai (as he is known by his regular customers) to pack 12 orders of 'Mi Rebus Special' to take back to Kuala Lumpur, for the people at the ranch. I am amazed at the speed Halim Bai prepare each plate of Mi Rebus. Its hardly one minute, to get the plate ready!









This Mi Rebus is really outstanding. As far I can remember (when I was less than three years old), my Abah has taken me for this sumptuous Johor Bahru 'fast food' since it was at the eatery place in front of the Johor Bahru train station. Then it moved to Komtar food bazaar (outside). Then the Johor Bahru bus station (where Persada is now), Tepian Tebrau (the food court infront of Sultanah Aminah Hospital) and since ten years ago, it is at its present location, Plaza Angsana food court.

Mi Rebus Hj. Wahid (Halim Bai) is a must to many, when in Johor Bahru. I specifically remembered when the last time former Prime Minister Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad was in JB (on 10 February 2007) and gave a talk at the New York Hotel, Wadihana, one of my pals was asked to 'tapau' some Mi Rebus from this stall for him to take back to Kuala Lumpur.

Halim Bai has been to Kuala Lumpur so many times, to serve his well known Mi Rebus. When my sister got married in 1999, Abah got Halim Bai to come and serve Mi Rebus for the tahlil the night before the nikah ceremony. As far back as the eighties, I remembered Tan Sri Mohamed Rahmat, then Minister of Information, asked Halim Bai to serve Mi Rebus at his usual open house. Tan Sri Mohamed even brought Halim Bai to Jakarta when he was the Malaysian Ambassador (1982-86). Halim Bai was in Muo yesterday, for Menteri Besar Dato' Ghani Othman's openhouse in Sungai Mati.

The 'Super-Soaker' fight at the Pool

We had a 'Super-Soaker' fight in the morning of the third Hari Raya. All the kids and their parents were at the pool by nine, right after breakfast. Except for Aishah, the other kids were introduced to 'Pak Long's Super-Soakers' for the first time.



Naturally there were a lot of screaming-shouting-ducking (I literally mean, 'duck'!). The kids had termendous amount of fun for three solid hours till noon. Then its time to leave the pool and get dress for lunch.




My cousin, Nasser Ismail invited us for some soto (her wife Linda is an exemplary cook) before he left for Dubaii via Sultan Ismail International Airport and KLIA, in the evening.

Then my parents, siblings and the posse left home for Kuala Lumpur at five.
























And this was two years ago 'Super Soaker' photo opp. This was the first time we introduced the 'Super Soakers' to the Puteri Pan Pacific Hotel in Johor Bahru.


Monday, October 15, 2007

Syawal is Muslims' All Souls Month

Syawal is a the month of remembrance of love ones who have left us. This is true for us too. Infact. this had been our third Hari Raya ritual for the past 12 years.

My missus's father (my father-in-law) passed away when she was barely twelve. Mohamed Said Sulaiman succumbed to ciorrhsis of liver in the morning of 18 September 1979, a month short of my missus's twelve birthday. at their home in Jalan Teck Wye, Bukit Panjang, Singapore. He was interned at Pusara Aman, Jalan Bahar, Chua Chu Kang on the same day.


Ever since we got married, I have never failed to bring her to her father's grave during each Hari Raya. It was a solemn affair for her indeed.











I hope this will ease her missing her father, every Hari Raya morning for the last 28 years. After our annual ritual, we would spend the rest of the day in Singapore for recreation, as such visits to the Mandai Zoo or lately, take the missus and Girl-Girl shopping. And so we did it again this time, especially after completion of annual Hari Raya ritual and the hassle of going across the border. Since we are at the grave on second day Hari Raya, we won't be having lunch at Zam Zam restaurant at North Bridge Road (in front of Masjid Sultan, Arab Street area) for some nasi briyani or the extra large 'murtabak Singapura'.

Soon after doing jama' (combined) Zuhur and Asar prayers at Pusara Aman Surau, we set off to Paragon at Orchard Road, via Kranji Expressway (KJE), Pan Island Expressway), Stevenage Road and Scotts Road. My sister who tagged alone, wanted to get some shopping done for her daughter and our nieces. Metro usually have an array of nice clothes for children.
















Then we pushed off to Serangoon ("Little India"), specifically Mustaffa. It is bargain superstore that sells almost everything that one could think of, from latest Omega watches to chromed tail pipes, from latest PDA phones to the best Basmati in town etc. The Deepavali fever can be seen and felt all along Selegie and Serangoon Rd. Of course, shopping experience at Mustaffa was very much different from wide corridored-high ceiling mall like Paragon at Orchard Road.

*I purposely put the photo with the Singaporean Police patrol car because we saw so many Police all over the Island-state, the whole day. From the full battle-geared-MP5 armed-kevlar vested-Gurkhas at all the strategic corners at the border check point, immigration control officers with firearms and two Police cars in the limited space of Mustaffa underground parking, Singapore feels very much like a 'Police State'.

Like my missus quipped a fast joke, "Singapore is a FINE country!". I have to agree!


Sunday, October 14, 2007

The trip to Singapore, 2 Syawal 1428H

After the swim, we got dressed and pushed off across the Johor Straits. Its our ritual the past twelve Hari Raya, we'd drive down to Pusara Aman, Chua Chu Kang where my father-in-law (whom I have never met) is interned. My sister tagged along, as we wanted to some shopping.

When we turned into the road leading to the Causeway, it was bumper-to-bumper. I'd recokned it will take at least forty five minutes before we managed to cross and maybe an hour more to get through the strict and paranoid Singaporean authorities.






























So we turned around at City Square and proceeded to the Second Link, that cross the Johor Strait into Tuas. It was a pleasant ride and the was hardly traffic. We passed Nusa Jaya on the left, the new administrative capital of Johor and the heart of Iskandar Development Region, launched last November.















So were proceeded to enter Singapore through the Tuas check point.





The Syawal swim

We woke up to the urge of having a splash, at the Puteri Pacific Hotel, Johor Bahru. We had one yesterday evening, upon arrival from mother-in-laws place. But this morning, Girl-Girl was joined by her cousins and my sister.



Naturally, the fun is more.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Journey to Johor Baru, 1 Syawal 1428H

We pushed off to mainland continent Asia's southern most city, Johor Bahru, after lunch. We departed our home in Damansara Utama and went on the NKVE towards Elite Highway and eventually joined the North-South Highway at Nilai interchanged.













There was a bit if traffic between Nilai and Senawang and rest of journey was smooth. Right after Pagoh, it rained very heavily and visibility was poor. The rain subsided when we reached Machap and drizzled all the way to Senai.

We arrived at my mother-in-laws place at Jalan Tengah, Kampung Stulang Baru, Johor Bahru at five-past-five. We did an amazing time on the road as we spent 3 hours 20 minutes, door-to-door despite going through bumper-to-bumper traffic, thunderstorm and threat of Highway Patrol with their laser guns. not bad for a thirteen year two-and-quarter ton 'Enterprise'.



This is one Girl-Girl with my mother-in-law in Johor Bahru. She feasted us with sumptous traditional Hari Raya meal.

1 Syawal, 1428H


Today is the first day of Syawal. It is Hari Raya Aidil Fitri to us. Its Eid Al Mubarak to the rest of the world. The day is started with the Sembahyang Sunat Aidil Fitri where the Imam will say his sermon, after the prayer. Then we come home, usually to the parent's place and beg for forgiveness.

Then its the customary meal. In our household, its always ketupat, sayur masak lodeh, rendang, sambal sotong and ketupat pulut daun palas.



Then is the usual annual 'Pagi Raya' photo opp. I have been doing this every year (with the exception when I was abroad), every single First Syawal since my father bought me a Canon AE 1-P in 1983.
Its customary, for our household to wait for relatives to visit. This is because my father is the only surviving uncle in the family and my mother is the oldest daughter in her side. Then by late afternoon, we will push of down south to the southern most city in mainland continent Asia, to be with her family in Kampung Stulang Baru, Johor Bahru.

Till then, this is us wishing everyone, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Last Buka Puasa, 1428H

Tonight had our last Buka Puasa or iftar. Everyone were there. My brother and his family is sleeping over at my parent's place, which is next door. I have my three nieces running loose in our home. They are just kids and when they meet, its just like other pre-schoolers convention; a lot giggling, screaming and naturally, playing.

Me? I am the Big-Bad-Bear to these kids!



The household were on feast preparation all day long. My sister weaved all the ketupats since yesterday. My missus was doing the kuah kacang and all the baking in the household. I was busy all day with the Pajero, in anticipation of the 350km journey down south to continent Asia's southern most city. 'The Enterprise' of course needed extra care because it has been in my service coming to eleven years now.



Thursday, October 11, 2007

Salam Aidil Fitri

Dear blog readers,

I would like to express my utmost sincere Salam Aidil Fitri wishes to all readers of this blog.

It is a time for rejoice for the Muslims, after successfully overcoming indulges and temptations, to adhere Allah s.w.t. al Mighty’s call to feel the suffering of under privileged, less fortunate and people in peril. It is time to give tithe. It is also a time to share this glory with family, love ones, neighbours, friends, worshipers or non believers alike.

Please say a prayer and give thoughts to those who are unable to celebrate this Hari Raya Aidil Fitri because of work and responsibility commitments, especially men and women in essential services, for our comfort and security and those who have to spend this joyous moment recovering in hospital or at home.

Also say a prayer to Angkasawan Negara aka ANSARAwan Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor Al Masrie who is orbiting the Earth at a elevation of 360km.

Yours sincerely,

Zakhir, Linda and Aishah
1 Syawal 1428H

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Watching a fellow Ex-Muo blast off to space

I am watching live on Astro Ch. 588 now, eagerly waiting to reach 9.21pm Malaysian time (+ 8.00hrs GMT) for the Soyuz spacecraft carrying Angkasawan Negara aka ANSARAWAN, Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor Al Masrie, 35, for the 16th mission to the International Space Station, orbitting 360km above sea level.

Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar, a HUKM orthopedic surgeon will be carrying out some medical and scientific research for the 10 day mission.

Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar is a fellow Ex-MRSM Muo Alumnus. That made me very proud that the first Angkasawan Negara is actually an ANSARAWAN.

Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar will be spending Ramadhan and Hari Raya Aidil Fitri @ Eid floating in weightlessness, in the most sophisticated and expensive scientific research laboratory in the world (in this case, outside the world!). One of the experiment he would be conducting is on genetics, on behalf of my brother-in-law, Assoc. Prof. Dr. Mohd. Saifulaman Mohd. Said., Director of Bio-technology Centre in UiTM Shah Alam.

Best wishes and may Allah s.w.t., God al Mighty bless Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar and the crew of this historic mission to ISS.

This mission brought MRSM Muo and all the warga ANSARA and MARA very proud.

*Update as of 10.00pm. Former Masjid Negara Imam, now Exco Pemuda UMNO Dato' Firdaus Ismail recited a beautiful doa for the Angkasawan Negara's mission. May the holiness of the Ramadhan month provide the blessing from God for the mission crew and their work.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

The Sunday morning tragedy

Our neighbourhood is a quiet North Petaling Jaya surburbia. It has been in existence since 1977. For the past 30 years, I have lived on this street. Every Sunday morning had always been a lazy day, where the quiet neighbourhood wakes up to the sound of soft birds and whispers in the house. Some devout neighbours prepare to attend church while others do their Sunday grocery/marketing. Some, would play golf. Me, as usual, I'd sleep in. However, today was very different.

The neighbourhood was awaken at 6.00 am to the wailing sound of emergency services vehicles. Two neighbours house caught fire that early in the morning. Three fire engine rushed to ground zulu the moment they received the distress call.

Lucky the occupants managed to evacuate in time. Both homes were made roofless now, top floor. However the ground floor in both homes were spared.











The tragedy gave us a shock. The fire could also happened to us.

The missus saw everything, from start to finished. Even when the neighbours gather the remaining belongings, she was there. So, in appreciation of the fire services men, who managed to contain the spread to the whole block, she decided to do something nice for them. As usual, she baked chocolate cakes for the brave firefighters.

As usual, I and Girl-Girl were given the task to deliver the goodies and take them to the respective fire stations. So we went to the Taman Tun Dr. Ismail fire station first. We arrived at six and the officer-in-charge was surprised of our presence in their mundane but high-on-alert station.









Then we went to the SS 2 firestation, which is much closer to our home. We got the same reaction. At both fire stations, the firefighters who saw action early this morning were no longer on duty. Both officers-in-charge promised to make sure the men got their meagre share of the 3 lb cake.




I think the missus want to teach Girl-Girl to appreciate men (and ladies) in essential services like the firefighters, Police and other services. They risk their lives for the comfort of the rest of us.

Joceline Tan quoted me

Primero The Star political columnist Joceline Tan quoted me on her Sunday Star "Insight" column. She called me up middle of the week and we talked over the phone about issues that implicated former Prime Minister Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad, arising from the recent much talked about 'VK Lingam handphone conversation video', released by Anwar Ibrahim two Fridays ago.

Joceline will always remember me as a 'die hard supporter of Dr. Mahathir'. It all begin in June 2002 when I attended the UMNO Annual Assembly at PWTC and she stopped me in the corridor and jotted down what I thought about UMNO Presidential Speech that morning. I told her, if I had known better, Dato' Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad seemed suspiciously very apologetic to the Malays for his failure to change them. Its more like he wants "to go". True enough, at the Ucapan Penggulungan Presiden UMNO, he dropped the bombshell and announced for his abrupt retirement as Prime Minister and UMNO President.

Of course, he was made to withdraw from his intention, not until 16 months later, 31 October 2007. And today, politics is still very much alive with him as he wanted to continue to do (or undo), certain things his way, "Perjuangan belum selesai".





A sense of deja vu

joceline@thestar.com.my

Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad is making steady progress after his second surgery in three weeks even as the past is catching up with him.

DATUK Mokhzani Mahathir is looking his usual dapper self again now that his hair has grown back.

The motor tycoon had surprised even his family when he shaved his head last month, a personal vow he had made if his father made it through his heart bypass.

For a couple of weeks, he looked like he had also given up shaving. That was in early September when Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad underwent a coronary bypass at the National Heart Institute (IJN).

Things have yet to return to full normalcy for the Mahathir family but it is getting there, slowly but surely.

He has not been permitted visitors except for close family members and, according to his other son Datuk Mirzan, even his grandchildren have not been allowed to visit.

But this week, he was well enough to see Jiro Suzuki, his Japanese business partner in the upmarket bakery, The Loaf, that opened its second outlet in downtown Kuala Lumpur.

Suzuki, a former banker, had found Dr Mahathir alert, inquisitive about the operations of the new shop and even the quality of the cookies.

And, in yet another sign that he is recovering, he asked for his favourite croissant and chilli focaccia from the shop.

Next week, he may even get a visit from his Indonesian namesake, an 11-year-old boy orphaned during an earthquake in Sumatra two years ago. The boy’s father, an admirer of the Malaysian statesman, had named him Mahathir Mohamad Domo and he is a sort of foster son to Dr Mahathir and Tun Dr Siti Hasmah Mohd Ali.

The former Premier is making steady progress after his second surgery two weeks ago to remove infected tissues. That was a stressful spell for the family and, for that matter, many Malaysians anxious for news on his health.

Two major operations in less than three weeks at the age of 82 – there was every reason to fret.

There was even a couple of rounds of rumours after his second surgery that he was suffering dire complications and even that he had breathed his last.

It was very unnerving for the family but sometimes rumours like that are not spawned out of ill-will. It is just that when stories are repeated, they tend to mutate along the way.

And there is such intense, even obsessive, interest in whatever the man does.

Just as it has not been easy for Dr Mahathir to get used to being in the backseat after 22 years at the top, Malaysians are still rather addicted to news about him.

There is still immense curiosity about what he is eating every day at the hospital.

The public interest in his diet is quite logical because the kind of food he consumes is a good gauge of how well he is doing.

But after reading reports that Dr Mahathir had enjoyed some “dadeh” last week, one Kedah politician claimed his diet shows that you can take the man out of Kedah but you cannnot take the Kedah out of him.

Apparently, this “dadeh” thing is quite unique to the north. Made from buffalo milk, which the Kedahans claim is creamier and tastier, it is softer than jelly but firmer than yogurt.

Datin Paduka Marina's blog posting about her father's moods and what it took to coax a smile out of him was something that only a favourite daughter could come up with.

Dr Mahathir may be IJN's most famous heart patient but he is clearly far from being a model patient.

For someone who used to be in total control of so many things and people, it must be terribly frustrating to be confined to a hospital bed, being told to do this and that.

“The two operations would have broken the spirit of a lesser man but he is not a lesser man,” said former Utusan Malaysia editor-in-chief Datuk Johan Jaffar who has closely followed Dr Mahathir’s progress.

Johan had maintained a good relationship with Dr Mahathir although he was pressured to leave Utusan Malaysia just months before Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim was sacked from the government.

He went to IJN a few days after Dr Mahathir's second surgery. He did not get to see him but met Tun Dr Siti Hasmah Mohd Ali and a few other family members.

But when he visited Dr Mahathir in IJN last year after the first of his three heart attacks, the former editor found him in fighting form.

“He said I was one of the few friends who had come to see him,” said Johan.

Johan, who loves a good laugh, proceeded to boldly tease the VIP patient: “That's because you don't have many friends left in the media. Some you put in prison, the others you have made their lives miserable.”

The elder man was not particularly amused but the two have quite a bit in common and went on to chat for more than an hour.

Strange coincidence

But even as the Malaysian icon continues to recover in hospital, many could not help but note the coincidences in his eventful and remarkable life.

Dr Mahathir underwent his first coronary bypass in January, 1989, about a year after the judicial crisis sparked off by the impeachment of Lord President Tun Salleh Abas.

This time around, his bypass surgery preceded the uproar over the video of a well-known lawyer allegedly brokering judicial appointments over the phone with a senior judge.

The legal fraternity has seized upon the video as proof of their misgivings over judicial issues and have called for a Royal Commission of Inquiry while the government has set up a panel to look into the authenticity of the video.

The past, as some said, was catching up with him.

The judicial crisis happened during his first decade as Prime Minister and his own controversial role has been well documented in the book, May Day for Justice.

Dr Mahathir, said a corporate lawyer, has never had an easy relationship with the legal fraternity nor has he ever really felt comfortable with the judges or the legal system.

“His view is that he has been elected by the people, that he faces them once every five years, so how dare people try to take him to court. He does not seem to accept that his decisions as Prime Minister can be challenged in court,” said the lawyer.

Information Minister Datuk Zainuddin Maidin, then still the top editor at Utusan Malaysia, had a similar experience.

Speaking at the National Press Club, Dr Mahathir had asked: “Who voted you to speak on behalf of the people?”

Zainuddin's reply was equally feisty: “People vote for us every day when they buy our newspaper but politicians are voted in only once every five years.”

Dr Mahathir has always subscribed to the idea that since he had the electoral mandate he also had the greater locus standi.

“Those who think Tun would have ducked this issue of the video had better think again. Had he been well, he would have called a press conference to tell the world what he thought about the whole thing,” said die-hard Mahathir supporter Zakhir Mohamed.

He would have confronted the latest episode in typical Mahathir style – head-on.

“Given his track record, I see him coming out strongly.

“He would take his stand, he wouldn't skirt the issue, he would defend his decisions even if it means defending the indefensible,” said the corporate lawyer.

But any confrontation will have to wait for now.

His family's priority is that he regains his health and it is doubtful if he is even aware of the renewed focus on the judiciary.

“His will to live is very strong. He has done great things as well as terrible things but I believe he really wants to defend his legacy,” said Johan.Happy times: Dr Mahathir looking in the pink of health when he and Dr Siti Hasmah attended the Langkawi Dialogue in August.Mokhzani: Shaved his head after his father's operation