Perhaps only in Krai?

I have so much to say lately, and my topic of discussion wouldn't complete if i didn't touch on the people, the events and the landmarks that exist during my formative years in Kuala Krai. The 60's and 70's in Krai brought a lot of  lasting memories and for most, they are still very fresh in my mind. Those were the years when my only dream was to own a house like the K. Krai DO's house, to travel to Kl to visit Tugu Negara & Zoo Negara, to taste the fast food at A&W and to wonder inside  BB Plaza and Ampang Park. I listened with excitement on  a friend's story about the trip to the "Pearl of Orient" *, the ferry ride and the duty free hockey stick, yes, hockey stick size 36" and the story behind it . Those days, any story outside Kelantan would excite me and i was only waiting for the chance to travel and to experience what others were talking about.

The entrance to K. Krai District Officer's residence

Opportunity came when i got accepted to Alam Shah School in Kuala Lumpur in 1977 and since then, my life's perspective had changed, but it didn't change my love towards Kuala Krai. For me, Kuala Krai is a diamond that needs re-polishing and the place that you can claim a bit of her history and achievements.

side view of K.Krai DO's house

Spending my childhood  years in Kuala Krai,  i had witnessed, seeing and experienced many things that influenced my thinking and shaped my direction in life. Kuala Krai, with her colorful past and existence has many good things to offer and  it is a "miss" not to experience Krai during her grandeur and glorious days of the 60's and 70's and the memoirs below were just part of the reminiscent of the exciting years in Kuala Krai,




1) School, Teachers & students

Mr Lien presiding over  inter-house debate competition ( 1976).

My old school, Sultan Yahya Primary School is the oldest school in the whole district of Ulu Kelantan which include Kuala Krai before the new re-zoning in the last two decades. The school was established in 1951 under the name of Government English school  to cater mainly for the English Planters' kids who managed  huge plots of rubber estates in the district of Kuala Krai/ Ulu Kelantan. It was indeed a privilege to enroll in the english primary school which has produced many outstanding pupils and teachers over the years. And out of the school, i still remember clearly characters like Mr Lien ( Mr Lion) with his famous line,"Siapa Tuhan?, Saya lah Tuhan!, "Who's GOD. I am the GOD!". He was our Primary school's Mathematics teacher. Then, we didn't make noise and complain to anybody about his antics and we respected him as our teacher, a good mathematics teacher and a hockey coach.

Mr Lee, far right is now working and staying after his retirement.

Another special mentioning is Che Gu Mat Misai,  with his swearing  F@#$%#@# in Hokkien whenever he was pissed off with us.  He didn't hesitate to headbutt us with the rubber seeds that he took from us  after he caught us playing with them during his lesson. He passed away few years back. Allah Bless his soul!  And there was Mr Surrender Singh who conducted tuition class at his home ready with long wooden ruler ready to whack us when necessary. The teachers then were very tough on their students but we accepted those punishment as part of the learning and did not complain about it. Indeed, there were many more dedicated teachers from my Primary school  whom i owe my knowledge from and i wish i could thank all of them personally in this life.

the rubber seeds that were pitted against our foreheads  

The SYP primary also received many transfer students from  La Salle Sentul and Brickfields,KL whose fathers worked with the Kuala Krai railways, the biggest and busiest in the state. K Krai Railway had a healthy population of "outsiders" beside the local Kelantanese. These new transfers brought with them fresh views and culture that i found very useful in my later life. They spoke English at homes and we had the advantage of learning and improving our Kelantanese English whenever we mingled with them. In return, they learned Kelantanese Malay and most of them were quite proficient in Kelantanese dialect after spending 2 -3 years here.


Another uniqueness of Kuala Krai is her Orang Asli factor. Whilst we were still in our pre-puberty age, some of them already had wives in their jungle homes and yet studying in the same standard with us. Names like Zakaria Agus ( SYP), Abad Abud ( SKK) were legendary in Ulu Kelantan district for their athletic achievement. With their age advantage, they excelled in sports and still holding to most of the school's  track & field records.

with our class teacher Mrs Norma and few of the "railway local expatriates"  like Lucille Veronica Lopez, S. Manogaran, Karthigesu, and etc 

2) Sports , Socials, & Events


Those days, Kuala Krai folks were very adaptive and receptive to each others cultures. I still remember the time when we made our own Tanglung ( lantern) to participate in the Tanglung festival and there were competition among schools in the district for the best Tanglung procession. Our school's annual sports day was well attended by the local folks and  4X400 invitational race among the schools in the vicinity was always the highlight of the sport day.


The Padang Mahkota, the field used by our primary school also hosted many other events like the district football matches, the landing hub for army helicopters during the communist era, people's concert or fun fairs and few special events  like the  tug of war between an elephant and people and the wild wild west show from USA. The whole town was buzzing around talking about the cow girls and cowboys who came to perform in our town.


But the biggest influence in the social calendar for the Kuala Krai folks were the Jets footbal team. This team was very successful in the Kuala Krai league championship in the 70's playing against other teams like the Kerla estate, Pasir Gajah Estate, Pahi team, Railway Club, Mengkebang Estate, Belia 4 B and others.  Their success in local leagues could only be eclipsed by Man. United FC, the club they idolized. The long serving team captain was To' Yi, the "George Best" of the team, Nasir "Peter Schmeichel" as the goal keeper and  few others as the first generation players. Over the decade, the club produced second generation players with  different calibers like "Paul Gascoine" of Guchil" Mr Lan Gerpok and "Ryan Giggs", Adnan Mok Yoh.




3) Places of interests


Kuala Krai is blessed with beautiful natural surroundings and many places of interest. The more famous one was Tangga Bradley, now called Tangga Krai. They used to measure and monitor the flood water in Kelantan river at this Bradley step. The reading from Tangga Bradley would be part of the nationwide announcement on the status of flood level in the state of Kelantan. Tangga Bradley was then an important gateway to bring goods from the interior of Ulu kelantan to Kuala Krai via river transport. But now, the river transport is much reduced with the opening of  Gua Musang Highway that is connecting Kuala Krai with all the interior towns in Ulu Kelantan.

Tangga Bradley 

the old hanging bridge

Taman Tasik Krai

I may have separate writings to highlight all the point of interests in Kuala Krai. But for the uninitiated, Kuala Krai has all the modern amenities and facilities that any major town should have and even better than most of the other towns in Kelantan 20-30 years ago.




4) Incidents and events 


It was Saturday morning in 1976 and the day Mohamad Ali was fighting Ken Norton ( can't remember where) and the whole town streets were deserted with everybody's eyes glued to TVs watching the fight. My friends and me had just completed our hockey training at school and headed straight to the railway station for some drinks. When we reached there, we saw something that forever change my life. A boy who peddled snacks at the Kuala Krai train station was run over by a train at the station. His sarong (those days were quite common to see village boys walking around in sarong instead of pants)  got caught by the train's railing while disembarking from the rain when the train started to move again. He was flung underneath the train and his thigh was run over by the wheels. It was a gruesome sight with the trail of  blood and fats along the railway tracks before i saw him lying on the ground consoled by some people including his wailing mother who was also peddling foods there. He was still alive then but later died in the ambulance for loss of blood when the ambulance broke down on the way to Kota Bharu Hospital, some 68 km away. Since the incident, i try to avoid looking directly at any accident on the roads afraid of seeing human blood and flesh. Every time i see blood, my knees tremble and my heart starts pumping faster. Once, I fainted in a hospital after a standard blood test procedures.


Kuala Krai also had a fair share of sense of humor when i witnessed a head on collision between Becha (trishaw)  with another bicycle. The bicycle rider was knocked out unconscious on the road. The cause of the accident was the trishaw man who was no other than "Mat Yaman Gila". This guy is a bit crack in his head but he managed to earn a living as trishaw man This what you can call the original "crazy driving", not those mat rempits with kapcais or kancils..  he,he.




5)  The Dwellings and the elitists


Then and now, Kuala Krai District (Ulu Kelantan), as the biggest contributor to the Kelantan economies having the District Officer ( Ketua Jajahan) only second in rank to the Kota Bharu District office. Since beginning, the post for the District Officer in Kuala Krai  was only reserved for the royal family members until to the late 70's. Thus, it explains the grandeur of the DO's residence nestled on a small hill which its garden view facing the Kelantan river, a jetty, servant quarters and a tennis court. Until now, i don't mind taking over the residence as an exchange with any other property if the state government consents to the idea. 


To serve the district, there's a hill ( Bukit Lada) that houses the senior government officers of the district like the Police chief, Jabatan Orang Asli chief, SYP Secondary school's Head Master , the hospital chief and few others. We used to call the place as the Kenny hill of Kuala Krai. But with the current State's management, the houses on the hill have been abandoned and left unoccupied. There were many other government's quarters like the one close to the Government's Rest house and next to the Krai lake.




6) The People


The single most important factor of my memorable childhood in kuala krai was the people. Kuala Krai is ethnically diversified with the Indians mostly in the railway and estate sectors, the Chinese in the town centers, orang asli in the interiors and the Malays scattered around occupying the suburbs and the villages. In the subject of railway, Kuala Krai used to be the hub of all the goods that came out from the Ulu Kelantan area and transported by trains to Kuala Lumpur. The railway community in Kuala Krai  was a strong community of more than 75 families and with their own living quarters, club house and and all the the modern amenities. They were mainly "local expatriates" coming from different part of the country especially from Negeri Sembilan and KL. They brought with them a new breath of life to the local kelantanese whom majority never set foot outside Kelantan soil. The language they spoke, the food they ate becoming part of the kuala Krai's identity over time. That was why in Krai, we managed to celebrate and hop around our friends' houses during all the major celebrations like Raya, CNY, Deepavali and Christmas at ease.  Sad to say, the glorious days of Kuala Krai railway has come to an end with the opening of the Gua Musang Highway and the "care less" attitude of KTM Berhad to enhance and up grade the facilities at the Kuala Krai station.  


To think of Kelantan  or Krai specifically as a Islamic extremist state is an ignorant statement. In Guchil new village (suburb of Krai), the farming chinese community bred pigs in the middle of Malay community. We used to pass by the pig sty as part of our "gross" experience trips with some friends and we could see those Vietnamese Bred pigs with low belly and dozen of off springs , unlike the straight back american bred. Nobody made noise and tried to disturb what has been the culture and the living style of the chinese community there.


The indians in the surrounding estates were also making a colorful entrance to the quaint life of Kuala Krai. I used to hang around friends in Krai town on Saturday, watching the street medicine performers  and also the people who came to the town in drove. Some of them came through the river and some of them by the buses and the train. The estate Indian would converge to the town with their colorful dresses, men and women. Those days, bright red and bright green shirts were normally worn by the the indians only and the smell of cerut ( local cigar  with strong smell) were the order of the day in any bus coming to Krai town.


Looking back at the past,  Kuala Krai was the center of many things, a melting pot of people and cultures  and yet we managed to live harmoniously among each others. K Krai has produced  many educated professionals and business people including global celebrity ( Zang Thoi) but she remains a humble town in the south of Kelantan when long before, the urbanites Kota Bharu people used to label us, orang ulu. That again was not an accurate statement considering that most of the kuala Krai people migrated from other towns in Kelantan and settled there for reasons of working for the government, railways or opening land in the surrounding areas.  What ever the labels and perception about Kuala Krai then, for me, Kuala Krai has given her best to me. Perhaps i should repay her kindness by becoming the next  Mayor of Kuala Krai.  Ameen!      

Nigeria oh Nigeria

Dah lama nak tulis tentang Nigeria ni tapi baru dapat gambar2 yg sesuai untuk di kongsi bersama. Banyak juga perkara sensitif disini yang saya tidak mahu ketengahkan kepada mereka yang terbabit. Pertama kali di jemput pergi ke Nigeria pada tahun 2009, saya tidak teragak2 di sebabkan sifat yang mahu mengetahui negara lain dan sedikit sifat "adventurous" yang semula jadi, saya nekad untuk pergi berjumpa dengan pelanggan di sana termasuk jemputan rasmi dari Ondo State technology center. Proses untuk mendapatkan visa adalah leceh sedikit dengan kerenah bahagian visa kedutaan Nigeria di sini dan juga syarat injection Yellow Fever ( pergi 5 hospital termasuklah  HKL, University hospital, Subang Medical , Tawakal dan Assunta semua tak ada vaksin, akhir sekali atu klinik kat KLCC ada khidmat cucuk yellow Fever)

one of our escort

Ok, sebaik saja mendarat di lapangan terbang Lagos, kami ( saya dan staf bernama Moataz dari Egypt) menghubungi orang yang sepatutnya mengambil kami dari Airport. Kami tidak mengetahui tempat yang kami menunggu tidak dibenarkan sekali pun kereta berhenti walau untuk mengambil penumpang. Semasa memasukkan beg ke dalam kereta, tiba2 datang satu pick up truck dari belakang terus cuba merampas kunci dari pemandu kereta kami dan 2 orang lagi  terus  mengunci  tayar kereta kami. Semuanya berlaku dalam masa beberapa saat sahaja. Pemandu kami berkeras tapi tidak berhasil dan mereka mengambil alih kereta kami di bawa ke depoh kereta lebih kurang 500 meters dari airport. Kami ikut bersama  sambil menunggu wakil dari syarikat yang kami ingin temui  membawa wang denda lebih kurang dalam RM300 duit malaysia.

the team from the Ondo state technology group

Dalam masa hampir sejam di depoh itu, kami lihat tak kurang dari 6 biji kereta di sitar dan ada yang di tarik bersama penumpangnya sekali di dalam. Bila semua urusan selesai dan duit bertukar tangan, kami meninggalkan airport menuju ke pejabat pelanggan kami di tengah bandar Lagos. Yang menariknya, boleh di katakan semua yang terlibat dalam syarikat yang menjalankan tarik kereta di lapangan terbang itu adalah berugama islam. Ianya sepatut tidak menarik apa2 perhatian sehingga saya terbaca satu artikel dalam surat khabar di sana yang menyebut tentang dilema masyarakat islam yang tinggal di Lagos dan bandar selatan yang di kuasai kaum Kristian ( utara Nigeria di kuasai oleh puak Islam). Dalam artikel itu ada menyebut tentang orag islam di Lagos yang kebanyakannya tidak berpendidikan dan banyak melibatkan diri dalam aktiviti seperti penarik kereta, gangsterism dan  dll. Yang berpendidikan pula banyak bertukar ugama.

Selesai urusan bersama pelanggan kami di Lagos, telah tersedia menunggu dua biji kereta dari Ondo State untuk membawa kami ke bandar Akure, ibu negeri Ondo State, lebih kurang 200+ km dari Lagos. Bersama kami terdapat polis bersenjata  AK 47 yang datang dari Ondo State untuk akan menjadi pengiring kami ke Ondo State. Kami di beritahu yang perjalanan darat pada waktu malam adalah amat merbahaya dan disebabkan itu, mereka terpaksa berlekas ke sana. Perjalanan ini melalui pekan2 kecil, kebun2 dan hutan serta jalan yang sukar dan berlubang. Menurut polis yang mengiring, mereka jarang bergerak malam hari kerana risiko di rompak atau di culik sangat tinggi.

Kami sampai di Akure hampir pukul 11 malam. Pintu pagar ke hotel perlu dibuka oleh pengawal bersenjata dan ini menunjukkan satu tahap sekuriti yang tak pernah saya alami. Keesokannya, kami di jemput pergi ke ofis Kerajaan Ondo State untuk perbincangan kami di ikuti dengan perjumpaan ringkas dengan Governor of Ondo State, Dr Olumugun Mimiko.

With the Governor, 4th from left

Selain bab rasmi, Komisiner Pembangunan Dan Infrastruktur, ONDO State, Haji Basaro yang saya ketemui semasa rombongan beliau melawat Malaysia beberapa bulan terdahulu telah menjemput kami untuk menghadhiri majlis hari jadi salah seorang ahli perniagaan Ondo state yang juga kawan baik nya. Haji Basaro, seorang muslim telah memarahi pegawainya kerana tidak membawa kami ke masjid untuk sembahyang Jumaat sebelum itu. Sesampainya kami di rumah ahliperniagaan itu, kami lihat lihat ramai lagi VIP2 Ondo state di situ termasuklah ketua polis negeri dan sebagainya. Yang lucunya, si Haji ini setelah memarahi pegawainya kerana tidak membawa kami ke masjid mula buka botol dan berjalan sana sini dengan champage dan wine sambil menari2 dengan penari2 jemputan.di majlis itu. Kesemua nya tak kira muslim atau bukan suka minum wine atau champagne semasa majlis itu.

Haji Basaro

The VIPs

 Ini membuat saya terfikir tentang kelakuan Nigerian di Malaysia yang kuat minum dan suka berbuat bising. Sebenarnya, inilah adat dan budaya mereka. Iklan arak adalah adalah iklan yang pertama di temui sebaik saje kami keluar dari airport. Hotel lounge penuh dengan orang yang minum beer, bukan coffee atau tea. Dan satu lgi, mereka tidak merokok. Saya tidak berjumpa dengan seorang pun yang merokok sepanjang trip saya itu tremasuklah iklan rokok. ,Mereka hanya suka berbuat bising dan minum.

Di Nigeria juga saya berpeluang untuk menikmati daging landak dan juga pepper mutton soup yang amat popular di sana. Di Nigeria ini jugalah street vendor berleluasa sehinggakan tolak rumah atau kereta, semua nya di usung untuk di jual. Di sini mereka suka makan ubi kayu yang dah di uli menjadi tepung, dan di stim mengantikan nasi.Ondo terkenal dengan hasil bumi nya seperti Bitumen, granit dan tanah yang subur untuk pertanian. Menurut mereka, benih kelapa sawit di Malaysia berasal dari Ondo State.  Kami di beri eskot polis sekali lagi untuk pulang ke Lagos dan alhamdullilah semuanya lancar sepanjang jalan. Satu lagi yang perlu di ketahui tentang Nigeria adalah ketidak sabilan kuasa letrik di sana. Power tripped selalu berlaku dalam tempoh 15-30  minit sekali tapi pihak Hotel telah menyediakan power back up untuk kes ini.

guest dancers

Penerbangan pulang kami lancar seperti biasa kecuali mereka yang di kastam dan imigresen yang tidak malu2 meminta tip dari pelancong asing. Satu incident dengan pihak kastam yang cuba melengahkan pemeriksaan (mengharapkan tip)  dengan membelek2 nail clipper saya  lantas saya menyuruhnya menyimpan nail clipper itu kalau dia mahu. Mungkin tersentak dengan kata 2 saya tersebut dia pun hanya berkata part  yang untuk licinkan kuku tak boleh di check in. Saya terus menjwab, patahkan lah! dia mungkin gave up dan terus melepaskan barangan saya.

Sesampainya saya di Dubai, kesesokan hari nya saya mendapat tahu yang isteri Komisiner Infrastruktur dan Pembangunan ONDO, Haji Basaro telah di culik dari rumah mereka bersama2 dengan isteri Setia Usaha Kerajaan Negeri ONDO.  Wang tebusan USD50,000 seorang di pinta oleh para penculik. Merenung kembali, saya faham mengapa setiap kali kami keluar dari kereta semasa di jalanan, polis yang mengawal kami bersedia dengan AK47 dan memerhati sekeliling. Penculik mungkin berada dimana2 di tanah Nigeria... selain penculikan, sumber ekonomi gelap adalah minyak pasaran gelap yang di curi dari paip minyak. hasil minyak negara juga banyak hilang di sebabkan oleh kegiatan ini termasuklah kes2 rasuah yang lain. Pendek kata, Nigeria is a land of opportunity for those who are willing to take the risk."  

Kebodohan melanda...

There is a web group who claims to be free of political ideology, religions, race and business promotion. Unfortunately, they failed to distinguish themselves from being "taksub" and "Bodoh tak Bertempat".  It can be loosely translated as " Being stupid for no reason".


How could you say promoting personal tweet as a business promotion? It is understood that we are not supposed to promote any business or any of the first three "don'ts" above in the website but promoting oneself's  twitter site is considered business proposition? Come on lah! No wonder the Group only having 3000 odd members who's activities only to comment on foods and what nots....Better change the name of the group to be "Foodie Gooks"

I am not condemning all but i see the need for paradigm shift in thinking if the group wants to be a force to be reckon with in Malaysia,. We can no longer reminisce on our past glory or worst, " katak bawah tempurung" mentality. A lot of things need to be changed. In order to have wide perspective in life. the group members should widen their horizons. They should travel the globe. The travels can no longer limited to Umrah only but should also cover other countries and civilizations. The business can no longer limited to our local vicinity, but should spread to other states and the region. The  command of language should be dual language. Don't ever say you do not understand English because everyone of us learns English since Primary school unless the people administrating the group never went to school before.


So, if this group who claims to be independent of any influences continues with their 'syok sendiri" factor and berated others who try to bring any change to their 'syok" level, we are looking at "biarkan Luncai terjun dengan Labunya".  Unless something drastic is done to change this level of mentality, this "Bodoh Tak Bertempat" is very deep rooted in our society and they seem to rule this country. I say Good Luck to you All!!

Free Style Cooking..a tribute to Bro Amree Mohamad

an example of combo dish @ noname

I am always an advocate of free style cooking, the art of cooking without any recipe or any predetermined  ingredients. The whole idea is to cook with whatever ingredients we can obtain from the refrigerator and in the kitchen. This art of cooking ala "Master Chef" has its own risk of not being edible or too gross to eat.

Me and Arwah Amree during our first semester at UNC, CO - Fall 1982

It all started during my college days in USA in the early 80's. One of  my house mate, the late Amree Mohammad ( he died in the early 90's) started doing this free style cooking due to limited ingredients available then and also to save time. After all, as a student, we din't have the big budget for our groceries then. Amree used to throw in squids with meat and vegetables as one dish and when asked his rationale for this style, his simple answer was, "somehow they all  get mixed in our stomach"

with Amree -( Colorado - Oklahoma - Kansas -  Texas trip- 1983 )

Arwah Amree was crazy and genius at the same time. He was good in two things : 1) Mathematics and 2) Guitars /music. The rests were optional for him..He did not complete his studies and forced to leave the University of Northern Colorado during his junior year. By then, I had already transferred to the Utah State University in 1985. During our two years together in Colorado, Arwah Amree used to tag along with me whenever i traveled outside the state. He didn't drive but he was a good navigator and travelling companion. I was always being considered a hardcore driver and  i did not mind driving alone for 15 hours non stop ( except for gas & meal break) just to complete one stretch of a journey. And all the travels were mostly done using my faithful Datsun B210 model 1974 which i purchased for USD700 in 1982. For your information, Datsun B210 is similar to Datsun Bahulu or Datsun 120Y in Malaysia.


Arwah Amree had another passion, riding motorcycles. He was one of the rare guys who rode motorbike in the midst of winter in Colorado. Apparently, he had a good tolerance on winter cold but it did not spare him from falling down many times from his bikes due to the slippery roads. Speaking about winter, Colorado experienced one of its worst winter in decades for the  1982-83 season and i remember clearly when Amree and me were stuck in the snow and ice coming back from Denver to Greeley. It was only a 60 miles journey but it took us more than 6 hours to reach home and Amree, for big part of the journey was the one who helped to push my white lamborghini forward when it got stuck in the snow. The same night, i got to sacrifice one sarong to be used as the traction for the tires on the snow.


Crazy guy? yes but he was one of the guy whom we could say, the ultimate carefree individual with attitude that defies the norms and rigidity in many of us. He was a fun guy to be around with and one of his lasting legacy as far as i am concerned is the Free Style Cooking that he brilliantly executed with ease then and now becoming my favorite way of telling people, anybody can cook!. Rest In Peace Bro Amree! Al Fatihah! 

Appetizer for the insomniac dudes....

baby bean...zero problem!

There is nothing special about this writing except for the last few bars of my energy before i retire for the night ( morning, shall i say..). Each morning when we wake up, have we ever asked ourselves what do we really want from this life? Why are we in this current situation? Is this our choice of life or this is what the society expects from us? Why are we doing the same like other people, day in and day out? 

Kelantan Peasants - picture taken from Raykinzoku blog- W.A Graham 1907

Have you ever wonder living in Tanah Melayu a century ago? It was the time when  "Malaysia" was unheard of and as a matter of fact, did not exist yet in any prints or any spoken language. The WWW1 had not yet started and our first Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman was still a young boy then. Even the mighty Titanic still had not made its ill fated maiden voyage across the atlantic ocean. 

kelantan river 2010 - Take notice of the teh tarik color

100 years ago,  i could only imagine the air was still fresh from carbon pollution, the jungles were full of games for the hunters and hidden treasures for the learned ones. The rivers were free of industrial and household wastes and the water was clean enough for direct human consumption ie: to bath and for household chores. However, human's greed changed everything, starting from the deforestation of forest which led to the land erosion and siltation of rivers. The rivers started to change color and the fish that used to be in abundance in our rivers are now becoming extinct and hard to find.  We have lost our biggest treasure in life and we have betrayed the trust of our future generation in us. 

The invasion of materialistic world also contributed to our current state of greed. Now, everybody wants to have big villas with swimming pools, fancy sport cars, luxurious household items, designer clothing, and branded personal items. The desire to have these items items also contributes to a change of priority in life. We are no longer contented with only sarong and shirt to go around. Nowadays, we prefer Armani shirt, Ferragamo shoes, Zegna tie, Mount Blanc Pen and Gucci's cologne as a must have items for a man.

PCB, Kota Bharu 1968

Our life was much simpler then. We didn't have that much of of the wordly possessions but we were happy lots.  We didn't have fast  car that goes 0-100 in 5 seconds but we had much time with our family and people around us. We didn't have big villas then but we had the whole village as our home. And we didn't have swimming pools then but we had plenty of clean rivers to dive in and bath. 

1965

In reality, we lead the life of what is expected from the current modern society and that has been programmed in our mind due to the changes in our living environment and the advent of many man made things. Eventually, we have become the slave of our own desire and lust. We are the android of our own creation and we are also responsible for our own destruction.  Ameen!!

revenge of the nerds..

I like this title very much. This is the same title used in the summer of 1984 movie, "Revenge of the Nerds" starring David Carradine and few others. The plot was simple, this whole bunch of  nerds tired of being bullied by the footballers who belong to a certain fraternity in their college, started plotting their own revenge against their tormentors. They, not only managed to beat those guys in their own games but to add insult to the beefy guys, the nerds also managed to conquer the guys' girlfriends. This movie would be more interesting and dramatic if  the poster boy of everything nerd, the one and only Bill Gates was to be featured as one of the character in the movie.

Nerds are roaming the earth in big numbers nowadays and i believe there are more nerds now than the so called macho guys in this world. We , for once, might have belong to the nerd groups in school. This is the result of the current education system and the expectation from the society for us to perform well academically. Most of the schools in Malaysia do not put heavy emphasis on other activities except for academic related activities. It was quite obvious as observed in the recent sports day of my children's school in which i could easily mistaken it  with a telematch events.


During my primary school days, school sports day was one the premiere event for the year beside the speech day for the academic achievements. The whole town folks would turn out to watch the sports day and other schools in the vicinity would also participate in the invitational 4x400 relays. That was the pinnacle for an athlete's career in primary school because everybody would be cheering for you. I will touch this issue in my separate writing.




Nerds are always being presented in a negative way as you can see in movies and televisions. It is presented in a negative intonation like, Eee, You Nerrrrd!!! The "Fonz" of The 1970's TV series, "Happy Days" was quite successful in playing down the nerds with his trade mark sneering tone on nerds. Thanks Fonz for those Happy Days.. 

The Fonz of Happy Days

On the other hand, being a nerd has its own reward. On average, nerds earn more than the rest of the guys, thanks to the boom in the ICT industry and with due respect to their academic superiority. Unfortunately, the nerds score low in the department of love and people's management. Nowadays, in recognition of the nerds' talents, most of the big companies have a special grade ie specialist title for these talented but social shy professionals and for them to earn good salary without having to be in the managerial positions that involve managing people.

Nerds are a special breed of people who should be treated with respects. They occupy the top spot in the list of world billionaires and the moment the nerds go on strike, the world will be crippled because we depend too much on their brain and expertise. I hope it's not going to be the same case like the asshole who decided to go on  strike and forced the other parts of the body( who initially laugh at the idea of asshole becoming the leader)  to surrender after many days of asshole shut down including the brain. 


The moral of the story: There's nothing wrong of being a nerd...  

dear Maria....Postcard from Mexico

Dear Maria,


Hola, Como Estas? It is almost 23 years after this postcard reached me in Malaysia. I was rummaging through my personal belongings last week and i found this postcard alongside other old photos and that's when my mind started playing the old tune of the Wham's " Wake me Up before you go go".. So i decided to write to you as i was informed by your sister that you are now married and settling down in Panama with your family. I hope you have nothing to do with the Noriega's family and i wish you a very good health and  a wonderful life. I am not sure whether I had replied to this postcard then but let's assume i did. Damn if I didn't...


Dear Maria,,

i am writing this as a reminder to myself  that i was once a young chico living and studying in America similar to your dream and ambition. The life then was very simple and full of fun and joy. Unfortunately, you didn't stay long enough in the United States because you left for Mexico right after your English course. Before I met you, the "Maria" i knew was Maria Arshad (Malaysia actress in the 80's) and the Black Maria of Pudu Jail, the black van that was used to carry criminals to the court and back from Pudu jail. If people ask me, "hey, what about Maria Carey? she's also popular.." My straight answer is that Maria Carey did not exist yet then and perhaps she was still singing in some cheap pubs  somewhere in the southern states, if my knowledge about her is correct.


Dear Maria,

not Maria, but Loreena..

The first time i set my eyes on you in the late 1985, you were just arriving from Mexico to learn English at the Utah State University. Instinctively, when i met senorita es bonita like you, my Spanish came alive and i was eager to practise my  Spanish lingo. And with you, I thought i could practise my spanish that i learned in my previous university. It was a good fun with my limited spanish when i visited Tijuana and Juarez during the school breaks before. Unfortunately, the language that gave me so much joy is going down the drain..


Dear Maria,

In 1988, i was just starting my career as a trainee executive in one of the global insurance company in Malaysia. I remember that you sent me many postcards from exotic parts of Mexico and i like what i saw in Mazatlan but perhaps because of my ignorance, we lost contacts with each other after i moved out from the Kg Bary address (as how you always wrote it). Just imagine, I used to live next to the house belonging to the mother of one of the richest people in Malaysia but too bad, i didn't get to share his wealth, thus i remained a poor young executive then.

Dear Maria,


Do you still remember Lhong**, your English course mate from Thailand? He didn't talk to me for quite sometime after he discovered that i was going out with you . I didn't know that he got a big crush on you. He came to me saying something which i could hardly understand but sufficient enough to know that he was not happy with me because of our relationship. This issue could have caused an international incident and no wonder until now, the level of trust between Thailand and Malaysia is still at a very low level, perhaps sparking from this incident 25 years ago, 1-0, Malaysia over Thailand , oops..!!

Our three angels

crazy Japanese in front. "madonna" in blue blouse..

And do you still remember all the parties that we used to attend especially the ones hosted by the South Americans? The South Americans gave new definition to partying in the conservative Mormon state of Utah. I wonder if  you still remember the rest of the crazy guys in Logan..Thiep, Katsutaka, Hiroshi, Jasmin, Lisa & Mike, Lorena, and the rest of the gangs.. But things have changed with time. Now, we can only look back and reminisce our good old days, the young and healthy college kids who happened to be in a foreign land and shared the same  idea of studying, partying and staying happy with the hope to graduate with a degree in hands.

Hasta Luego, Mi Amiga!




Regards,


Nick the "D"




* Disclaimer: This is just a semi fiction from the writer, no relation to  anybody alive or death. Or it's up to you to believe....
** Name changed. He is a big shot in Thailand now.

     

Kepupusan ASAS81

ASAS81 includes all former students from Sekolah Alam Shah, Kuala Lumpur who took SPM ( O level equivalent) in 1981 and thus qualifying them as ASAS81 members. And why did I use the word "Kepupusan" which is literally translated as extinction? Please read on...

The boys of Alam Shah School are considered privilege kids who excel in their primary school education/examinations and come from all over the country to pursue their tertiary education here in one of the premier boarding schools in the country. The school used to occupy a beautiful site in Bandar Tun Abdul Razak@Cheras  which is next to few other educational institutions before some high level decision to move the school to another location in Putra Jaya with a pristine new facilities and brand new identity called Sekolah Menengah Sultan Alam Shah.

With the transfer of SASKL to Putra Jaya and the change of name, many of the SASKL Alumni are in the opinion that the spirit of the old school has faded away as it can be seen in the low turn out of certain batches  during ASAS annual dinner. What's left from the old SASKL are only the school badge and certain memorabilias inside the new school galleria.

For the SASKL puritans, the memories of the old SASKL are still fresh in their mind. The gymnasium cum masjid for Jumaat prayer, the Tembusu Camp, the murals on the wall, the isolated Block C, the dining halls, the library, the MPIK track and swimming pool ( not ours but part of our so called heritage) and few others. I could vividly remember the smell, the sound and the atmosphere of the old school at any time of the day.

To understand the Alumni's dilemma, let's look at the initiative to modernize the native people ( orang asli) and to assimilate them into the mainstream population. The native people would be relocated and given brand new houses in a housing scheme with all the modern amenities as a trade off for their ancestral land which could be developed for various reasons. It sounds like a win win situation for everybody, the natives get their dough and the developers get their pie. Buy why complaining?


The new generations of the native people would surely benefit from this re location scheme but these benefits are at the expense of their own cultural heritage. The new generations would slowly abandon their cultural root and the old ones would find it difficult to practice and continue their old life style and cultures. Even the "bomohs" among them find it hard to get the materials to practice the craft when the resources are no longer around them. The young ones would be roaming around with kapcais and jeans but the old ones would be left hanging in the blues ...sounds familiar?

So, when the steadfast SASKL decided to move on with her new life and new identity, the ASAS81 members became more  disillusion and to add salt to the wounds, their old home has been occupied by the brothers from 


different  mother  hopefully the same father. The ASAS81 members were nothing short of achievement during the 1977-81 tenure. Their achievement in the SPM examination 1981 was only second in the nation losing to SSP with far less candidates than SAS.  ASAS81 members were not only synonym with the academic achievements but also excels in sports and other activities during the period of 1977-81. There were achievements in soccer, volleyball, tennis, softball and track & fields in the district and state level. The same year in 1981, we won the PM's trophy for inter boarding school English debate defeating MCKK in the final.


With all the achievements and accolades, ASAS81 started heading their own separate ways. Majority of them ( more than 75% ) went to pursue their studies overseas, leaving only a handful to stay back in Malaysia either to do matriculation courses, continued with lower six or went straight to further their studies in local institutions. They were our only hope to continue the ASAS81 flag in Malaysia. As perfect the plan might be, the ASAS81 members kept on failing to show up and regroup after their tertiary studies. Even a good number of of them in one building ( the tallest twin towers in the world) but none showed up in our last ASAS annual dinner. Perhaps they have changed allegiance to their spouses former schools. If you look at the below picture of 5 sc 2, there is only one  person who did not pursue his overseas education right after the SPM 1981 and  i think you can tell who..

Hence,  I must say with regret that the spirit of ASAS81 can only be seen with only a handful of hardcore loyalists  (less than 15% of the population)  who keep the camaradarie among us alive, the ASAS81 by showing up in the ASAS annual dinner or impromptu gatherings ie: golf or eating outs. Kudos to you guys and al fatihah to two of the ASAS81 loyalists who passed away in recent years, saudara Syed Azis Hashim and Saudara Saifuddin Jabbar. Amin!