Solving the Ambiguities : Journey to the Unknown Zone

I received a call from my mom at 10pm on the 6th of August 2010, she told me my father was not feeling well and need medical attention. I rushed back to my hometown, just 45 minutes away from where I live. On the way back, I had a mixed feelings about the situation. What would be the best thing I should be doing upon reaching there? I took the highway instead of the trunk road. I knew I would be making few calls along the way before reaching there, taking the trunk road would be riskier as the road is not really smooth and full with unexpected cows along the roadside. I called up few friends to ask for opinions. I knew that my father had some medical history related to heart problem. That was the only thing that bothers me up. What if he really in need of immediate medical attention? There were few options, whether to wait until the next morning, to observe and monitor or immediately call an ambulance to bring him to the nearest hospital. I dont really favor the third options as to me it appeared to be a bit frantic. After getting few opinions from those who had gone through the same experience and also from a doctor friend (Dr Firdaus) in KL, I decided to observe and monitor the condition.

Upon reaching my parent house, I immediatety checked on my father and assessed his condition, it seems that he had difficulties to walk due to the gout illness that had attacked his both feet and knees. He had difficulties even to move few inches to past motion. I called up my brother that since there was no sign of heart related pain, we should wait until the next morning before transporting him. He had few cases few weeks back due to chest pain and tiredness but that night the situation was a bit different. My mother was helpless and could only talk to my father. I sent a quick text message to all my siblings, in Penang and KL. The very next day, my sister flew from KL. My brother who live nearby came along and we decided to take our father to the nearest specialist in town. Its easier for us to manage him instead of warding him in an earlier proposed hospital in Penang. That was a quick and firm decision we had to make in order not to delay the treatment.

Day 1 : Saturday 8/7/2010

The hospital was quite comfortable , and of course a 5 mins drive from where we stay. We were all clueless on the type of treatment, whether it was cardio related or some other issues. We let the hospital handle it. It was Saturday, there were no doctors in charge, just few nurses and some Medical Officers. The nurse gave a jab to stabilize my father as was having a slight fever. They had to give him water drip immediately. My father was then warded in a 4 sharing per room as I thought that it would be better to have some peers especially during night time. The first night was my turn to take care of my father. Having both feet in pain, he had to be assisted in order to move around or to go to the toilet. Couple of my friends came for visit. Alan, Azizi and Zallman. We had a long chat until 3.00am in the morning.

Day 2 : Sunday 8/8/2010

The following days, my father was a bit energetic. I could see he had some appetite to finish a loaf of bread , it was better than the day before where he refused to eat anything. My mom , as usual , is the loyal companion & soul mate to him. She used to prepare lots of food /dishes before but my father would vomit upon seing those food in front of him. That worried us badly as he was getting skinnier and weaker day by day. The doctor came along and monitored the situation. I was preparing to go back to my hometown as my father had recovered. Anyhow, in the evening, my father vomitted again. The doctor had no choice than to remain him at the hospital for another treatment. The doctor claimed that he needs to perform the endoscopic test the following day. My father was then tranferred to a single room. The sharing room was too noisy with other patients visitors, insurance agents etc. I went back to Kulim to fetch my wife and kids and then came back to the hospital. All of us overnight at the hospital. It was like a holiday in a hospital.

Day 3 : Monday 8/9/2010

On the third day at the hospital, my father was a bit weak compare to the second day but the water drip probably supplied him with energy. But still better than the night I first saw him. The Endoscopic procedure took place in the evening. After accompanying him to the operation theatre , I took my wife and kids for lunch in Sg Petani town. We came back around 6pm . My father was a little unconcious due to the sedative effect. After Maghrib prayer , I took my family again out for dinner, my brother also left the hospital leaving my mom alone with my father. I took my wife and kids to Tesco and around 9pm, I had a call from my brother saying that my father was having difficulties to breath. I couldnt get through my mother handphone. So we rushed back to the hospital. Upon reaching the room, I saw they put oxygen tube through the nose and all those breathing and heart monitoring equipments. It was the first time I saw my father was in a such critical condition, pretty weak and helpless. My brother came along and it made up two families of eight people , overnight in that room. I saw my mother in tears as she could not help while my father was having difficulties to breath. I decided to stay next to my father, monitoring the beeping and very annoying device that monitor the BP, heart pumping rate and also the oxygen level. I laid some newspaper and some pillows on the floor. Everyone else was too tired to stay awake i guess . I had a very strong feeling that my father was not fully recovered even though they gave him nebulizers treatment and some oxygen tube. I called up the nurse to check on the monitoring device. I was curious on the beeping sound. One of the nurses taught me how to read those indicators on the equipment. At around 11pm, I could see that the device keep on giving strange beeping sound. The oxygen level was dropping below the control range. I called up the nurse again and they came in to monitor. Few minutes after they had left, I could see my father was still in an uneasy condition, his movement indicated his discomfort. Something was botheirng him. I asked him what was wrong, he responded that he had problem to breath and had slighth chest pain. I called up the nurses again but this time the medical officer in charge came along. Upon checking, he found out that the oxygen tube was not properly attached. He escalated to the doctor in charge (Dr Amir). The doctor arrived within 30 minutes, the doctor came and checked. He told us that he suspected that the breathing difficulties was due to the water/liquid level in the lung was beyond the normal rate, it could be due to the over dripping or some other reasons. My father had to be transferred to the ICU for close monitoring. I had a chat with the doctor until 4.00am and slept nearly 8.00am.

Day 4 : Tuesday 8/10/2010

I left back to my hometown as my brother from KL just came by to take care of my father. I had to work the following day. My father was released from ICU in the afternoon. I came back again that night to monitor his condition and he was a bit better than the night before. My other sister Ana also came by from KL to be at the hospital.

Day 5 : Wednesday 8/11/2010

I went to work as normal. Called up my brother and he told me that my father was again having diffculties to breath but the nurse manage to increase the oxygen and it resolved the problem.

Day 6 : Thursday 8/12/2010

Day 6 seemed not much issue - I was not at the hospital , my brother and sister were there to look after my father.

Day 7 : Friday 8/13/2010

My father was supposed to go through angiogram procedure to check for the cardio related issue. Anyhow, it had to be postponed since the fluid level in his body was below the normal readings, the procedure had to be postponed for a week. He was discharged in the afternoon for a week rest at home.

Day 8 : Saturday 8/14/2010

I visited my father at his place He seems to be weak but much better than teh first time I saw him during the first night. He still having appetite problem but now he could walk a little bit. My sister Roslinda flew back from KL again and to check on my father's condition. We discussed on the next step of the treatment. Having to know some of the errors happened at the hospital, my sister was not comfortable and planned to move my father to other hospitals. She had done some homework and already engaged a heart specialist in HUKM. Earlier we were thinking of Institut Jantung Negara as the first choice, Kubang Kerian as the second and Penang GH as the third choice. She eventually had made the groundwork much earlier and made arrangement with HUKM, in Cheras, KL.

Subsequent days :

I alternatelty take charge to be at the house with my brother - it took me 45 mins drive from where I Iive. My son adam , a six years old was my loyal companion throughout the weeks. He would accompany me wherever I go, but of course , he will ask for some rewards in terms of toys, as usual. At least he kept my father smiling with all his nonsense questions.

My father was admitted again on Friday for the angiogram procedure but again , the body liquid was still low and the doctor didnt want to take any risk as it could ruin the kidney function. The following day, they made another endoscopic test to check the ulcer and the bleeding was gone and it was reported that 70% of the bleeding ulcer had recovered.Since we plan to go to HUKM, the doctor decided not to proceed with angiogram in that hospital.

Monday : 8/16/2010

Tuesday : 8/17/2010

My sister already arranged the appointment with Dr Oteh Maskon ( Heart Specialist in HUKM) - after checking through my father medical history, the doctor advised us to admit my father immediately , not to delay on the diagnosis. My father was warded in a single room in Wad Songket, 7th Floor of the HUKM hospital. The room was not as comfortable as the hospital in Sg Petani. But that was not the main reason we brought him here, we believe that the doctors and medical facilities would be better in HUKM. But the room was considered comfortable as it has private bathroom & some basic facilties. My sister Ana who is staying in Damansara accompanied my father on the first day.

Wednesday : 8/18/2010

I took my mum the following day to visit my father . She accompanied him on the second night together with my sister. I planned to overnight there together with my whole family , my wife and two kids, but unfortunately, kids under 12 are not allowed in that hospital. So we had to go back to my sister house in Mutiara Damansara. I realized that I have a friend who works as a Doctor in HUKM, Dr Azwa. I called him up the following day and manage to meet him. I also called a close friend of mine, Zallman stays nearby the area. He came along to visit my father, thanks my friend. My Indian neighbour in Kulim also called up her daughter who is living in KL to visit my father. Thanks to all of them who came by to cheer my father up.

Thursday : 8/19/2010

I left to Kedah the following day.It was a taxing experience but I appreciated every single moment of it. It has opened a new door for the real life experience. 2010 is a really challenging year for me in deed. At work , it was the most challenging period so far, having tones of work need to be done and changed of working pattern. In personal life, my father's illness has brought me to be dealing directly with life and death situation, decision making and articulation of the ambiguitiness. I was lucky that I happen to have friends who are doctors that could guide and advice me on the conditions & possibilities.

My father was warded nearly a month in HUKM, he had to go through the pain of blood samples (lots of them) , biopsy and those kind organ sampling test. Again, we were lucky to have good doctors attending to our beloved father. One of the doctors was Datin Dr Norela - I was told that she was one of the best Kidney doctor in the country. There was another Doctor that took care of my father , Dr Rizna. An ex-patriate from UK. It was Ramadhan, and my father had made it through the series of treatment and tests. My friend , Dr Nurul Azwa called me up to describe the condition of my father. According to the blood samples taken, he said that my father might potentially having a disease call Multiple Myeloma, one kind of blood cancer that rarely happens. But it was just a first cut information and analysis. I didnt really understand what Multiple Myeloma is all about. I checked out in youtube and did some study in the web. Well, from the reading, Multiple Myeloma is part of blood cancer that may lead to death. It developed in the bone marrow and spreaded to all part of the body. My father's blood sample indicates high in calcium. Treatments like chemo may be required. I was shocked to know all these. First we thought was heart problem, but then they suspected kidney,, and now its blood cancer. After 2 days , Dr Nurul Azwa called me up again, he told me the good news, the final blood test has revealed a negative result pertaining to multiple myeloma. So, it was a false call for cancer. But the bad news was, my father had to further stay in the hospital to continue the diagnosis and blood sample test.
Few weeks after that, my father was given treatment & medications. A week before Raya, I decided to go and visit my father. I went with a friend, Iffil. We departed after breaking the fast. We reached KL around 3.00am, just nice for sahur time. We stopped by Pelita Nasi Kandar near KLCC. I had my sahur around 4.30am at my sister's house in Mutiara Damansara. Had a couple of hours nap. I went to HUKM at 11am the following day. Good news again, my father had gotten the discharge note from the doctor. Thanks to Dr Nurul Azwa again for helping me up to speed up the discharge process.

My father was so relief to have finally able to discharge from the hospital. Most importantly, he wanted to celebrate the Eid Mubarak in Sg Petani. I guess he missed his house and friends in Sg Petani. We left KL at 5pm, reached SP nearly 12 midnight.

Eversince, my father was almost back to normal, he had lots of friends and relatives visiting him. His feet and knees were not fully recovered from the gout issue.y mom nurses him everyday. Eventhough he is not at the best of health, I would say the recovery was about 80%. And of course, he had already had plan to travel.

I am used to traditional massage. To be honest, any kind of massage will do. I feel relieve and relaxing. I offered the same method to my father as I know a person who is really good in this. I brought Pak Omar, a traditional massage practioner from Kulim to Sg Petani. Pak Omar lives near where I live. That was the first time my father had a full body massage in his entire life. dI could see he valued that kind of treatment as the following day he claimed to feel much better in terms of muscle pain and arthritis pain. Recenty, my brother Azham had an open reception for Eid Mubarak celebration at his office at Jalan Ibrahim. I was told that my could walk up the stairs of the 3 storey building. It was an achievement, in deed , he had gone through a transformation in his golden age. At 77, he managed to get through (with Allah will) all the hassle and taxing times. I guess he should be proud of the accomplishments and thankfull to Allah SW. We all should be thankfull to Allah SW.

Recognitions / Credits: (not in ranking order of course)

Hajjah Mariam bt Zainol = My mother who has been the best nurse/Personal Assistant to my father - even though she is vocal , and I mean really vocal, but I guess my father would appreciate her services & companionship throughout their marriage. My father is 78 and my mother is 72. My million of forgiveness for being a vocal son, stubborn, aggresive etc, I am just being a Jedi Knight in analogical term, I want to get things done effectively. I dont like discrimination to any kind of beings. I value environment , human and animals right , regardless or race & status & shape. Sometime I dont agree with some of your policies and action, but I do respect your supremacy as the highest being that I should hail. I believe most of my siblings had gone through such an experience with you.

Haji Ahmad Kayat = my father who has been very cooperative throughout the treatment/difficult times , thanks father for not being fussy about most of the thing except food. . Even though we have a very contradict personalities / characteristic (eg: I like Slash/Kurt Cobain but you dont..hehe...I dont even know what kind of music you like since you dont really play the radio in your car/in the house) , that does not mean we are different. Thanks for being there for me all those days. You are one of the most patience person in the world that I have ever met, relax and cool. I envy you as I dont have that kind of traits. I wish I could someday, but not now of course. I know all your grandchildrens love you very much. Ahaa...one thing that we have in common, we both like Mercedes & Busine$$. Finally I can find some similarities. I will be a businessman like you one day.

Azham / NorAsiah / family @ Laguna Merbok Sg Petani = my brother/sister in law they have been a very responsible people to have taken a good care of both my parents during the difficult periods. And thanks for being so understanding upon my behaviour. I am stubborn & do it my way, kind of person. Please dont get offended , its just because I am a big fan of Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad. And also I inherit some characteristic from "mama"...so what, like mother like son....

Mohd Adam Fariz = my son who has been my loyal companion throughout the time, with condition of buying him toys , he'll follow me anywhere. Thanks son. At least you make me smile.

My wife Jamishah & daughter Intan (Haruan Villa Kulim) = who have been very understanding about her husband / father rare behaviour - again, I am not crazy / evil, I was just trying to get things done effectively, and sometimes with vocal kind of aggresions, so be it, I inherit my mom's skill of scrutinizing & bombarding. And the dictatorship of Tun Mahathir.

My sister Roslinda (adek) / Abg Sarifuddin/family @ Mutiara Damansara = My wealthy sister/husband who had sponsored the hospital bills & taking care my parents while they were in KL. Million thanks & proud of your success !! Thanks for giving me the opportnity to drive the Toyota Harrier (obviously much better than my Nissan Sentra) , but actually i wish you could offer me to drive the BMW/VW instead. Thanks to Danial for assisting me at the hospital.

Ana / Abg Anis / Family @ Damansara Utama - Thanks for being there all the time (since my school time) , you guys are like the American sitcom couple, always welcoming people to your house & with the fullest hospitality. Food served is always great . Abg Anis full of stories and jokes. Thanks for the Garmin Nuvi GPS you gave me.

Ruzita (my eldest sister @ Bukit Gambir, Penang) /Family - specially for Yani/Iwan (my nephew/niece) - Thanks for the help while abahwan in hospital, I havent met Iwan/Yani fr quite some time, again, the difficulties have its sweetness. I was glad to have a reunion back with all of you, my Kurt Cobain team mates. You guys are really great & Uncle Uda will alway be there for you. Thanks to my eldest sister or Mak Long Ta for being the food experts, sharing the best food for curing the illness. My son Adam always like Mak Long since mak long likes to take him for a ride to the nearest shop to buy toys and candy.

Azuan @ Shah Alam(Nini) - my long parted/rarely met brother , thanks for coming along , i realized that all these diffciulties had finally bonded us to a certain extend if not regular basis. All of us are busy in our own way and work , wish you the best and we will always be family from far , always be there for you and your cute daughters Arisa/Ariana.

Friends & Relatives that came by & contributed : Abang Li / Kak Kristina in Jeniang that provided the Horse Grass to cure gout disease, Maksu Kassim - Taman TAR/Nora , Kak Faridah Shah Alam, Cik /Badin - Titiwangsa , Mak Nab/Pak Non Bunga Raya , Pak Harun/Makcik Juriah, Pak Talib/Mak Mah many more of their peers.

Zallman - my childhood friend since standard 3, we had gone through all the dark ages/ funs & adventures - thanks for coming forward & help me throughout the diffculty/taxing period while I was at the HUKM and Metro Sg Petani.

Dr Nurul Azwa - my scout mate, school mate, camping mate, after SPM golf caddy mate - proud that you are now a Doctor , Orthopedic Specialist - keep up bro...ride your superbike carefully..sorry couldnt make it during Raya gathering , I was on self curfew !! Mahathirsm again.

Hanif Mirza/Husaini Seman/Zaki/Kamal/Syahrul Effendy - who had spent their personal time to meet me at the Pelita Nasi Kandar Desa Seri Hartamas and Uptown Food Court.

Dr Firdaus Effendy - my scout mate, school mate, camping mate, fishing mate, and great pal all the time- thanks for your free medical advice. I will always be referring to you in future.

Norman Firdaus - my caddy friend - who has been so proactively concern about my father , you have made them feel honoured - thanks brother Man...

Iffil / Sara/Marsha - thanks iffil for accompanying me to KL leaving your family behind, thanks Kak Sara for visiting my parents couple of weeks ago. Again, you and Iffil reminds me of Dharma/Greg...a happy couple full with hospitality & adventures.

Indra /Chandran/family (my 1Malaysia neighbour) - Thanks for your concerns & visit while myb father was at the hospital

My friends in Intel, Norly, Prem, Alan, Azizi, Jit, CY Kaw , Poh Ai, Kar Lock, & not forgetting my boss , Mr Tee who have been supporting me throughout the diffciult period, my dad is fine now, thanks you guys for covering my work back in the office. Thanks again Azizi / Alan who be the first to come visiting me in Sg Petani Hospital (oohh..you guys got big superbikes, no wonder)

Staghorn Fern , the plant of life, love and future...

(Staghorn Fern / Pakis Tanduk Rusa , taken by Nikon D90 at Lata Sedim)


Couple of weeks ago, I took my family for a short mind and body recuperation session. A stroll into the nature. The place is known as Sedim River Recreation Park, about 35 minutes away from where I live (Kulim). It was quite awhile since I last been there.

( my wife tried to demo a fast shutter action splash , but I failed to

materialize it...shud have used the speedlight. Probably next time a better

shot. Its not Nikon's problem)

The place has alway amaze me with her own signature. But then, I was a bit upset over people attitude who threw rubbish all over the place. Some of the people just don't appreciate what they have until they lost it. Zainal's song "Hijau" or Green was in my mind at that particuar moment. How can I make a different? There were many ideas playing in my head.

Want to listen to "Hijau" (Green) by Zainal Abidin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68PJW15iJSw&feature=related

( Adam the Ben-10...actually a water freak!!)

My kids were both excited seeing the crystal clear water and listening to rythm of the nature. My wife on the other hand pointed out something on top of the tree. One glance, I could never distinguished a thing with all the greenish background and sunlight. I just noded my head and re-look again. It was up high on the tree. The picture (the first one) is a zoomed and cropped version taken from my Nikon D90 18-200.

(Intan wish to snorkelling around )



Some years ago, while I was in the early stage of dating my wife, I realized that she has always had trouble to start a conversation with strangers. No doubt that she was jovial amongst her close friends and family members but not to people she is not familiar with. She was a total introvert person I may describe. Fulfilling my mom request to meet the choice of my life (after I rejected her choice couple of days before), I brought my wife to be to meet my mother for the first time. I could guarantee that it was the toughest time of her life (other than job interview), having to see her future mother in law for the first time. And my mom , stereotypically like the CIA interrogator. And I was the last in my family to get married.



I purposely let my wife handled the situation by her own. And obviously she was paled and speechless. My mother kept on asking questions , both objectives and subjectives. I could see my wife to be was in a total discomfort. After a long paused, suddenly, one statement popped up from my wife mouth. " There are lots of those plant at my house..". My wife was pointing to the hanging plant in front of the main door. She was referring to the Staghorn Fern or locally we call it Pakis Tanduk Rusa. It has captured my mom's attention right away. My mom started to ask more about the plant, and expressed her wish to have more of the plants. If I was not mistaken, my mom already has three to four plants hanging in front of the house.





That was the turning point, the very next day I took my parents to visit my wife parent's , about 40 mins journey. Nearby their house were orchards, bushes and rubber estates. There was the place where Staghorn Fern grows, on top of the rubber tree. I guess I had to carry those plant few trips , back and fourth to my parent's house. My mom was very happy. Part of my justification has been fulfilled. I had learn my lesson, the nature bridges people. In my case, the nature (of course with Allah blessing) has enabled a relationship . Bonded two family together. And 2010 mark the 10th Anniversary of my marriage. Producing two great kids, the pretty house illegal mural painter, Intan Denissa and also Ben 10 clone brother, Mohd Adam Fariz.


Nature has its own force. It brings cheers to sadness, it heals the fraction of the urbanization. It has never ask for anything in return, indeed enlightening animals and human. Thus we should preserve and take a good care of the mother nature. I sincerely plead to the resident of the universe, to cherish our environment , heal the world . Make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race...

Heal the world (Michael Jackson) :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEsrVX2d8bE

Filem Melayu Kita

Salam 1Malaysia,

1. Ini adalah kali pertama saya cuba membuat ulasan filem dalam blog, tak termasuklah ulasan lisan pada rakan-rakan. Jadi segala kekurangan dimulakan dengan ampun dan maaf. Sesungguhnya saya melihat, menghidu, merasa, menyentuh dengan pancaindera saya , dalam komuniti saya dan dalam dunia saya yang serba terhad.

2. Namun saya merasakan ada keperluan untuk saya menyentuh tentang filem ini kerana bagi filem Melayu, jalan penceritaan filem Setem, kualiti warna dan gambar, kreatif sudut penggambaran, lakonan serta dialog filem ini sangat mengkagumkan saya sebagai pengemar filem dan drama, luaran mahupun tempatan. Tetapi saya bukannlah "Hardcore" filem, masih banyak filem-filem yang belum saya tontoni.

3. Saya juga pengiat dalam bidang fotografi, jadi saya amat apresiatif terhadap estetika sesuatu persembahan.

4. Saya perlu berterus terang bahawa saya bukanlah pengemar filem-filem melayu, tetapi ada beberapa filem yang benar-benar saya rasakan mencapai tahap penceritaan yang cemerlang. Ini filem kedua Khabir Bhatia yang saya rasakan mempunyai nilai seni yang tinggi. Filem pertama adalah Cinta. Juga sangat berkualiti nilai seni dan lain-lain aspek perfileman. Penggabungan isi cerita dan kesinambungan bersilang dalam filem tersebut adalah usaha yang saya anggap "genius" dan pelaburan masa yang sangat tinggi. Ingin benar saya mengenali saudara Khabir Bhatia dengan lebih dekat. Liputan mengenai beliau amat terhad dalam internet. Saya pula bukan jenis yang membeli majalah hiburan, hanya mendapat maklumat dari mulut ke mulut. "Thumbs Up" to Mr Khabir Bhatia .

5. Bagi rakan-rakan yang belum menonton, bolehlah saya membuat sedikit ringkasan mengenai Filem Setem ini. Filem Setem ini mengisahkan tentang dua orang sahabat, Joe dan Sidik yang dibesarkan di rumah amal. Mereka berdua mencari makan dengan menipu (Conman). Sehinggalah mereka tertipu dalam usaha menipu. Ideanya mungkin hampir sama macam filem Hollywood (yg pernah saya tontoni tetapi saya tidak ingat judulnya) tetapi pembawaan cerita dan watak-watak menjadikannya ia lebih Malaysian atau Asian. Yang lebih menarik adalah gabungan pelakon-pelakon pelbagai bangsa yang sangat "natural" , geng bakso indonesia, geng tosai - India , Geng Piranha - Gengstar Cina / Ah Long dan Geng Teraniaya - dua beradik yg dilakonkan oleh Que Haidar dan Vanida Imran. Pelakon favourite saya adalah Piranha Lim dengan loghat Utara campur Selatan. Pengarah telah membuat "homework"nya dengan baik di mana muka-muka baru dapat memberikan penghayatan dengan baik walaupun tidak 100%.

6. Saya rasakan Khabir Bhatia adalah seorang yang gifted, hardworking , committed & determined terhadap kerjaya beliau. Saya benar-benar tidak tahu berapa kutipan filem ini. Publisiti juga tidaklah begitu menyengat jika dibandingkan dengan filem-filem Melayu yang lain, yang mana persembahan seninya tidak seberapa jika dibandingkan dengan Setem , pada pandangan, mata hati saya.

7. Selalunya setiap plot yang berturutan dalam filem Melayu sering dapat dijangka tindakan atau acuannya, namun dalam filem Setem ini saya amat kagum terutamanya plot akhir di mana kumpulan multi-racial ini bersatu untuk menjatuhkan watak jahat berbangsa Inggeris. Tindakan yang ringkas tetapi padat.

8. Dan pengakhiran cerita juga amat menarik di mana pengarah membuat satu pusingan atau rumusan melibatkan kesemua watak-watak yang terlibat, termasuk watak Aziz Satar yang pada awalnya dijangkakan hanya sekejap. "Linkage" ini rasanya adalah kekuatan filem "Khabir Bhatia". "Linkage" yang sama saya perhatikan dalam filem Cinta.

9. Saya juga peminat filem P Ramlee, sesungguhnya filem-filem Tan Sri P Ramlee adalah tergolong dalam filem Retro Klassik dan bukannya untuk dibandingkan dengan filem-filem hari ini.

10. Tidak dinafikan filem-filem Yasmin Ahmad juga mempunyai "signature" tersendiri. Saya juga tabik hormat untuk filem dokumentari iklan arahan beliau berkenaan Hari Kemerdekaan. Saya juga menyampaikan tahniah peribadi melalui Facebook kepada saudara Norman Abdul Halim atas usaha syarikatnya mengenengahkan teknik CGI dalam industri filem Malaysia. Juga kalungan syabas untuk Les Copaques Production yang menerbitkan Upin & Ipin. Ianya benar-benar pencetus revolusi seni dan pendidikan minda peringkat rendah. Jauh lebih baik daripada anak-anak kita hanya mengenali Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck atau Optimus Prime.

29 tahun , 7 tahun : Kembali ke Sekolah : Pencetus Revolusi

Salam Sejahtera & Salam 1Malaysia,

Imbasan zaman sekolah dahulu :

Minggu lalu merekodkan lagi satu detik yang mengimbas kenangan hari pertama saya di sekolah 29 tahun yang lalu. Tapi kali ini saya pula yang memainkan peranan membawa anak sulung ke sekolah. Melangkah masuk ke sekolah sudah cukup memberi kenangan indah, getir bercampur baur.

29 tahun dahulu saya menjejak kaki ke sekolah dengan ditemani ibu, ayah , kakak dan dua orang abang. Bapa saya bekerja dan ibu saya barangkali memberi laluan kepada kakak dan dua orang abang saya untuk menjadi jurutunjuk dan menimba pengalaman. Kakak dan abang-abanglah yang membawa saya meninjau kantin, tandas, kedai buku dan lain-lain. Saya ditempatkan di Sekolah Rendah Temenggong Abdul Rahman Satu.

Melawat sekolah lama :

Dua tahun sudah saya berpeluang melawat kembali sekolah tersebut. Kebetulan saya mendapat tugasan selama tiga hari di Johor, jadi saya awal-awal lagi merancang untuk memandu ke sana. Tercapai jua hasrat saya melawat sekolah lama saya. Tibanya di pintu gerbang saya memberitahu pengawal tentang hasrat saya itu. Pengawal mengarahkan saya ke kantin, bertemu guru besar. Keadaan sekolah sudah jauh berbeza. Hanya satu bangunan sahaja dikekalkan. Selebihnya telah melalui proses modifikasi atau renovasi. Saya disambut baik oleh guru besar. Namun hasrat saya untuk mengambil gambar tidak dapat diteruskan. Pihak sekolah tidak membenarkan gambar-gambar diambil.

Masih jelas bermain dalam wayang minda bila mengimbas kembali pengalaman di sekolah tersebut. Terdapat dewan besar di hadapan pintu masuk. Pejabat disebelah belakang dewan, klinik gigi dan perpustakaan bertentangan dengan pejabat. Pernah sekali bapa saya lewat menjemput kerana urusan mesyuarat. Maklumlah dulu tiada telefon bimbit. Saya menangis kerana hampir kesemua murid telah pulang. Saya berjalan menuju ke pejabat. Saya dilayan oleh seorang kerani pejabat berbangsa cina. Saya masih ingat wajahnya, bercermin mata bingkai besar ala 60-an. Dia membantu saya menelefon ibu di rumah. Sejurus kemudian bapa tiba. Itu pengalaman getir semasa darjah satu. Saya juga pernah dibuli semasa darjah dua oleh seorang pengawas sekolah darjah lima semasa menunggu giliran untuk masuk ke dalam kelas. Saya masih ingat wajah budak itu yang memaki hamun saya. Mujurlah ada seorang pengawas lain menenangkan keadaan. Itu juga pengalaman getir di alam persekolahan.

Saya juga masih ingat pengalaman nakal. Saya pernah menolak seorang pelajar hingga tersungkur di bawah meja guru (anak tukang kebun sekolah). Namanya Ismail. Badannya kurus keding. Dia telah dengan sengaja menjatuhkan kotak pensil saya. Guru kelas pertama saya adalah Puan Maheswaran. Ismail terjatuh betul-betul di hadapan kaki Cikgu Maheswaran. Sejak hari itu murid-murid lain lebih berhati-hati bila bermain dengan saya atau harta benda kepunyaan saya. Ada juga yang mencemuh perbuatan samseng saya itu. Semasa darjah satu juga, saya ada seorang kawan bernama Syed Mahsyur. Dia ni jenis happy go lucky. Kerjanya ketawa dan buat "practical jokes". Dia sangat suka membuli seorang pelajar bernama Lim. Lim adalah pelajar Cina yang berpewatakan lembut. Setiap kali waktu rehat dia pasti akan membuat lawak praktikal ke atas Lim. Upacara kegemaran adalah menarik Lim ke belakang padang dan menolok Lim menyusuri bukit . Saya hanya ketawa melihat aksi mereka berdua. Jelas sungguh hingga ke hari ini "Flashback" 29 tahun yang lalu. Entah di mana individu-individu itu semua. 29 tahun telah berlalu.

Saya masih ingat, makanan pertama saya di kantion sekolah adalah Bihun Sup bergarga 50 sen. Ada seorang senior darjah lima, kenalan keluarga kami bernama Razak tolong belikan. Sejak hari itu hari-hari saya makan Bihun Sup. Sebab itu saja yang saya tahu beli.

Intan Denissa : Di alam persekolahan :

Anak sulung saya , "My only daughter" , Intan Denissa menjejakkan kaki ke sekolah beberapa hari sudah. Berbeza dengan saya, Intan lebih terdedah dengan alam persekolahan kerana sudahpun mengikuti kelas tadika selama dua tahun. Hampir setiapa hari dia bertanya bila pendaftaran "sekolah betul" akan bermula. Tadika ditafsirkan sebagai "sekolah tipu-tipu". Pada hari pertama, Intan nampaknya kurang selesa dengan persekitaran. Dia asyik mengadu tentang kelas. Kipas tak kena , panas, mengantuk dan sebagainya. Waktu rehat saya dan isteri membawa Intan ke kantin. Dia masih tidak tahu membawa diri. Mungkin atas sebab itu pihak sekolah tidak mahu ibu bapa berada di kawasan sekolah selepas seminggu kerana ia akan menyebabkan anak-anak terlalu mengharapkan bantuan ibu bapa. Pada hari kedua dan berikutnya, saya memantau dari jauh. Terasa pula macam Afdlin Shauki dalam filem Papadom. Saya melihat Intan sebenarnya boleh berdikari sebab dia sangat minat dengan alat tulis dan buku, saya cuma ingin memastikan proses penyesuaian diri berlaku dengan lebih cepat agar dia dapat menumpukan pada pelajaran. Selepas dua tahun di tadika, dia masih belum lancar membaca. Tetapi saya percaya proses itu dapat berjalan dengan cepat dengan sedikit usaha.

Pada hari kedua, isteri saya sudah menempah van untuk Intan ke sekolah. Saya merasakan ianya terlalu awal. Saya masih ingat, sepanjang darjah satu, saya dihantar dan dijemput oleh bapa. Darjah dua baru saya dihantar dengan van abang Mustakim yang juga tinggal di Taman Seri Tebrau, Johor Bahru.

Waktu tengahari, saya pergi menjemput Intan di tepi kelas. Namun dia dengan yakin menyatakan dia tahu macam mana nak balik sendiri dengan van. Masalahnya bila sampai di pintu pagar, dia mula keliru van yang mana satu. Saya membawanya ke van saudara Hafiz. Jam 12.45pm adalah masa murid darjah satu keluar. Disebabkan menunggu pelajar-pelajar lain, hampir pukul 2.00pm baru Intan sampai ke tempat asuhan. Saya mengekor dengan kereta van tersebut. Kanak-kanak lain nampak teruja dengan aksi saya mengekor van dengan kereta. Sebenarnya rumah dan sekolah hanya dua minit masa memandu. Hari-hari yang berikutnya saya menjemput Intan sendiri, mungkin pada hari yang saya sibuk, dia akan pulang dengan van.

Saya lebih melihat aspek keselamatan semasa waktu menunggu iaitu hampir dua jam. Semasa menunggu kanak-kanak selalu berlari ke sana sini , hanya bergantung kepada pemandu van untuk memantau. Yang keduanya adalah anak akan keletihan menunggu di tempat yang panas dan yang ketiganya pembaziran masa.

Masih jauh perjalanan Intan Denissa , begitu jua adiknya Mohd Adam Fariz yang bakal memasuki darjah satu tahun hadapan. 7 tahun berlalu dengan pantas. Jika 7 tahun lalu saya menyambutnya di Hospital Kulim dalam keadaan yang serba lemah, menunggu hampir 21 jam sebelum dilahirkan, kini dia mampu menjalani kehidupan sebagai pelajar, bebas berjalan ke sana sini. Memang saya perhatikan Intan suka berjalan ke sana sini, membantu mengasah pensil rakan-rakan sekelas. Kerja amal Intan di sekolah. Sungguh sekejap 7 tahun berlalu rasanya, mungkin semakin hari tahun-tahun dalam kehidupan kita berlalu bagaikan kapsul masa, sepantas cahaya melewati usia. Di mana pula saya berdiri 7 tahun lagi, di mana pula halatuju kenderaan masa . Semoga semua sejahtera , berjaya dan terus mencetus revolusi.

Link ke Portal sekolah Temenggong Abdul Rahman Satu : http://www.star1jb.edunet.my/index.html

Memori-memori lain semasa Darjah Satu (1981):

1. Rakan sebelah berak dalam seluar - belakang kelas ada satu kabinet untuk seluar sementara - keadaan seluar recycle amatlah mengerikan.

2. Mrs Tan mengajar subjek Bahasa Malaysia - nyanyi lagu Kueh Koci ( saya langsung tak tahu

apa benda kueh koci masa tu)

3. Kena serang lebah semasa pendidikan jasmani - saya lari sepantas kilat balik ke kelas - ada rakan yg lain kena sengat

4. Di luar perkarangan sekolah ramai penjaja - ramai sungguh , tak macam sekolah hari ini - penjaja tidak dibenarkan berniaga lagi.

5. Sekolah Temenggong ada unit OKU atau Terencat akal - pernah saya kena penampar dengan budak terencat akal sebab masa main guli terbaling batu , kena pada seorang girl dia.

6. Persembahan pertama saya atas pentas Dewan Sekolah Rendah Temenggong, saya berlakon jadi kambing - dapat hadiah water color.

7. Pengetua masa tu nama En Karim - dressing sentiasa kemas. Cikgu Pengawas En Jalaluddin Hj Lemin . Ustaz pertama saya adalah Ustaz Mohd Dom.

8. Lagu atau Rhymes English pertama adalah ..Hey Diddle, diddle the Cat and the fidle the cow jumped over the moon, the little dog laughed to see such sport and the dish ran away with the spoon...(nostalgia sungguh lagu ni)

9. Setiap hari semasa sarapan, abah ajar saya baca buku English, tak pernah miss...mungkin sebab tu subjek English tak pernah jadi subjek Fobia sampai la ke Universiti.

10. Masih ingat waktu kena hantar kertas periksa masa darjah satu, guna pemadam nak padamkan pensil warna yang tersilap, sampai koyak kertas periksa. Loceng dah bunyi tapi kerja belum siap. Tinggal sikit saja waktu rehat, kelam kabut lari ke kantin beli makanan. Sempat beli keropok saja untuk makan pukul 10 pagi. Itulah cabaran exam pertama !!

11. Lagu Sekolah...ingat sikit2 la..."Temenggong Abdul Rahman...., sekolah yang ku cinta, sentiasa, berusaha, itulah cogankata...dari sekolah ini, kita dapat didikan...bersama...bersama pelajaran....(itu saja yg ada dalam corrupted harddisk nih...yg lain semua lagu2 Battlestar Gallactica, Buck Rogers, Blues Gang, Catch the Pigeon dll...) - masa tu Alleycats tengah meletup dengan lagu "Andainya aku Pergi" ...

Planned and unplanned : Trip to the City

Last week, I had a two in one trip to KL, it was planned a week before that I need to attend the Prime Minister Hibiscus Award award receiving ceremony for my company at the Crown Plaza Hotel. Btw, I was just one of the company representative, not the one who went on stage to receive the award. But I was the one who had the opportunity to take good photos of the event, with the Deputy Prime Minister as the guest of honour. So coincidently, it was a school holiday (though my kids are both still in pre-school). My wife decided to join me for the two in one trip , work and vacation. I had initially planned my travel, with every single details , where to go, where to stay, where to eat and even what to buy. It was an almost perfect planning. I put everything on a white board in my SOHO (small office home office) and then translated them onto Excell File, laminated them on a piece of paper. Calibrated with my wife on the itinerary, she was quite ok with the plan, with some minor changes of course.

Day 1 :

1. We planned to depart early in the morning , 6.30am , but ended up departed at 9.30 am. Had our breakfast at the nearby stall - so we were bit off track the schedule, but still within the recovery time.

2. Stopped by at Bukit Merah R&R - just to buy some tidbits, took some shots but over exposed I may say. Still learning my new gadget. Nikon D90 18-200.

3. Stopped again at Sg Perak R&R. Took some shots, better this time. Met an old man who is also DSLR lover. He carried with him Nikon D60. I took the shot of the newly constructed tower. He was eager to see the shot in my DSLR view screen. I gave him my call card. Met him again later at Tapah R&R.

4. Moved on to the next Pitt Stop, my boss called me up when I was driving. He was surprised to know that I already left Kulim. Settled couple of things with him through the phone, and I continued my journey to Tapah R&R. Upon reaching Tapah, had a good lunch there. My wife took the Patin Masak Tempoyak , I would say, "superb" taste. I had that dish before but not as superb as the one at the Tapah R&R. Thumbs up Ikan Patin !! (though I dont really like Durian, but the taste of Durian has been very mild, just nice for a starving man on the move)

5. We reached KL in the afternoon, around 1.30pm. I didnt plan for any hotel for the night. The initial plan was to overnight at one of the budget hotel in Kepong. It should be convenient to us as it is located just 15 mins away from KL, and there are few shopping centres nearby. We had lodged there early of this year. Not bad for a low price hotel. But my wife prefer to stay in KL. So she called up Bintang Warisan Hotel, recommended earlier by my friend , and there was a room vacant for that night. We straight away headed to Bukit Bintang, heavy traffic , we got stucked and I missed out the junction at Jalan IMBI, need to make another round turn. Waste of time. Garmin GPS confused me by a small overlapping junction. But it is still a good gadget for a person like me who seldom travel to KL. We reached Bintang Warisan Hotel shortly, but looking at the surrounding , I felt that it was not a good idea to park my car at that area. Very very unsafe as their basement parking was under construction. I cancelled the plan of staying there. Plan B, called up Cititel Midvalley, and I got a room with twin bed. We checked in as soon as i secured the booking. Room was considerably nice biut small. View was nice. The ammenities were greats. Very convenient for family spree. After 2 hours of recuperating in the hotel room, we straight away went for a stroll down the Mall. Had our dinner at The Chicken Rice Shop . The original schedule was to go to Pertama Complex for my DSLR stuffs, but it had to be changed as it was not a good time to drive between 5pm to 7.30pm , we would definitely stucked in the traffic jam.

6. We spent the night at the midvalley area. Bought few stuffs for kids at the Toys R Us. Spent the night taking shots inside the room with both my Nikon D60 and D90. Output = craps !!!

Day 2 :

1. Had a good breakfast at Cititel. Then moved to Jalan Masjid India. My wife and kids had a strolled around that area. I escaped myself to Pertama Complex and SOGO. Bought a neck tie at the Reject Shop and only to find bunch of them on sales just across the street at SOGO. Bought a Nikon shutter remote at the Foto Selangor outlet. Grabbed 2 Shirts and a Smalto Belt for the award dinner ceremony.


2. Took my kids to KLCC though they look pretty sleepy and tired. Visited the Petronas Science Centre. Value for money I would say, but I only have 2 hours to spend there. We missed the Go Kart simulator and the Helicopter Simulator. My kids really enjoyed the visit there. Compared to Aquaria, I would still prefer the Petronas Science Centre. It has 2 sections, the first one is called Muzika where you can enjoy the sounds technology and also live show about musical stuffs. The second is the Petronas Science Arcade. First stage was the moving gondola taking us to visit the gigantic screens with superb sound system. Next was the practical science stuffs area. You need to spend at least an hour and a half inside there. Outside the ticket counter is the souvenir shops selling educational and science toys & games. Took me 20 minutes to find where I parked my car. My sense of direction was off tune. We reached Cititel nearly 4.30pm.

3. Departed from Cititel at 5.30pm to Crown Plaza Mutiara. The GPS again played its trick on me. I had made tripple round , around the Cititel. Only to reach 15 mins before 7pm.

4. I didnt bring my laptop due to security reason ( somebody might break into my car if they detect laptop inside with intel inside, it is always a burden to carry your company laptop in public, so I left it at home). Without reading e-mail, I was the only one wearing lounge suit where the other 5 guys were wearing Batik. Gulps..!! a little off tune. But who cares , that was the 5th time I wore the suit. And I dont have a good looking batik to wear as well.

5. The dinner went well , took couple of good photos and bad photos. I had overlooked on the exposure compensation, setted as negative 0.3. So some photos appeared to be dark. The shutter remote I bought this morning went perfectly well. Impressed some of the people. I was the only one bringing my Benroe tripod on stage. Overcame other photographers who only parked their tripod below the stage.

6. Reached Cititel at 11.30pm . As per plan. Had a good night sleep.

Day 3 :

1. Breakfast at Cititel again. This time I really walloped the Nasi Lemak. And some other stuffs. We had a last kopek walk around Midvalley. I visited two Guitar Shops. Too exclusive for a grunge alley player like me. We checked out sharp at 12pm.

2. We straight away moved to our pre-planned destination, Plaza GM. It didnt appear in my Nokia GPS but it did appear in the Garmin Malaysia Map. So we went there to scout for the area. We were told by friends about that place, the wholesale for small traders. The place is closed to Lorong Haji Taib. I know what is Lorong Haji Taib signature for. I stayed in my car with my two kids and my wive went alone to scout for the area. I was not comfortable to leave my car around that area. There are too many drug addicts loitering around.

3 . Nearly 3pm, we moved to our next accomodation, which was the Air Asia Tune Hotel . Had our lunch at the foodcourt below. Food was not that great, but to find another place would be time consuming. That was my first visit to Tune Hotel. Not bad for the price it offers. It meets my expectation. I planned to take a nap for 30 mins but turned out to be 4 hours. But it was a good sleep. As usual, my wife and kids already knew the expectation on my sleeping mode and style.

4. We went to SOGO as I accidently noticed that it was just nearby our Hotel. My wife bought a sales handbag and a wallet. We moved on after 30 mins.

5. Time for dinner, the initial plan was to go to Damansara Uptown for Satay Kajang, but I have deviated the plan again. Also cancelled the plan to Ikea as I dont feel like decorating my home. So I decided to take them to Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa. I typed in the GPS, more than 10 places of Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa. Then I select the food menu, there it was, only one selection of Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa Kg Baru. So we went.

6. Park my car at the roadside, nearby the stall. I could see the KLCC nicely placed at the background of the stall. Quickly grabbed my DSLR and started shooting. Went inside the area, saw a Baskers singing M. Nasir and Ebiet G Ade song - Berita Buat Kawan. I loved the environment, having accoustic sound while taking my dinner. Again, took my DSLR and started shooting the Nasi Lemak and Otak-otak. I somehow do not feel comfortable during the time. I felt like going back to my car to check for something. I quicly finished the dinner, paid at the counter and went back to my car. The first thing to check was the car window. It looked perfectly good , so my car was safe. It was just my precautious thought. I opened up the car boot and took the camera tripod. Started shooting the KLCC night silhoutte. I intended to go neared after this. My kids came after me. I put them inside the car. As usual, they will complain no air-cond, very hot etc. So opened up the front door and blink..blink...what the crap !!! The passenger window had been smashed , glass scattered all over the front seat. Surprissing I was not surprissed as it was actually pre-programmed earlier. Something triggered me upfront that my car window will be smashed. The culprit took the Sony PSP and a brand new handbag that my wife bought at SOGO earlier. All gone...gone...gone... 7. Plan B triggered in my mind, so the KL trip has came to the end. I could not stay there any longer with a broken window. Luckily nearby, there was still a car wash with some workers inside. They helped me to vacuum all the shattered glass. Plan B - went back to Tune Hotel, my wife packed all the stuffs and we checked out at 11.30pm. At least I had a four hours sleep earlier.

8. Pressing the "Go Home" button on the GPS - again, an unplanned tripped back to Kulim in the middle of the night. Next day is Raya Haji. I have never had experience going using highway to Balik Kampung as all the while I stayed in Kedah. But then, it was a good experience to experience the unplanned heavy traffic along the highway, with a broken window. We stopped by at Sg Buloh R&R to refill the tank.

9. I went to the restroom with my son, upon walking back to my car. Two foriegners believed to be Arabs , on a Satria Car, greeted me with "assalamualaikum". The two folk asked me aout Muslim food. I told them to go back to the R&R area just before the Petrol station. The asked whether KFC is Halal. I started to feel one kind already. He told me that he doesnt have Malaysian Ringgit and dont even know what Malaysia money looks like. He asked me to show my money. Not again, I just had a bad time with my car windows and now these two men were trying to conn me with some Jedi Mind Tricks. I knew that he was expecting me to open up my wally to show him the Malaysian money. In order to be polite to the tourist, I told him to wait and I secured my son to the car. I came back to him bringing a one ringgit bill. Who knows, probably he was really speaking for the truth. So I told him that Malaysian note has a King face at one of the side. He nodded and moved away.

10. Every single R&R were fulled with vehicles. I stopped by at few areas for Biological Break. We exited at Ipoh. I stopped at the 24 hours MacDonald. Had a burger at 5.30am. My son also walloped one. My wife kind of tired and stayed inside the car with my daughter.

11. Reached the last toll exit around 6.45am. Safely arrived home with a DIY window kit from recycle plastic bag . Though 20% of the event was unplanned, but it somehow ruined the plan of celebrating Raya Haji at my sisters house in KL. Approximate lost , RM1,500. I told my wife that we were still lucky as there are some other stuffs inside the car that are still secured. Probably the person who broke into our car really in need of money. Probably there is no other possible way to survive other than stealing. Anyhow I forgive him theoritically but what he/she did can hurt my family if it happened when we were inside the car, that would be a point for me not to forgive him without any punishment.

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Key Learnings :

Low-Lite :

1. It is always better to leave home early in the morning so that we can have sufficient time for

the unplanned hiccups.

2. My D90 just too heavy to be carried around & not practical for family outing photos. And the

risk of snatch-theft. Contemplating to buy the Point Shoot Nikon S1000PJ.

3. Benro Ball Head tripod is also heavy - reduced 38% of my energy. Utilization = 5%

4. My Lowepro Bag is also not practical for family travelling - made me lazy to take out the

camera. Would still prefer the old Jenova with side zip.

5. Bintang Warisan Hotel is not suitable for family but surely convenience for a single traveller.

6. Always carry along double sided tape & duct tape - you'll never know when your car window

will break.

7. Carrying two DSLR is a waste of energy, my wife dont really bother to take photos of me.
8. Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa Kg Bahru has marked the most expensive Nasi Lemak I ever ate in my life . RM1519 with Otak-otak as supplementary dish.

Break down of loses :- (RM1519)

a. PSP = 899.00

b. Memory Card = 120.00

c. Leather Handbag = 180.00

d. Women's Wallet = 10.00

e. Window Change = 120.00

f. Paid Bangla to polish the residues = 20.00

g. Paid an Indon workers to vacuum my car = 10.00

h. Cancelled the Tune Hotel stay = 125.00

i . Cancelled the Parking Fees = 8.00

Intangible loses : ( 80 points lost)

a. Time lost = 18 hours cancellation time in KL ( -50 points)

b. 3 hours = unnecessary time settling the window issue ( -15 points)

c. 3 days = cannot open the window waiting for the adhesive to thoroughly dry ( - 10 points)

d. Lost of wonderful time playing my favourite PSP Game "Winning Eleven" - the only game

that I play ( - 5 points)

Breakdown of gains (or cost avoidance) : (RM3,300.00)

1. Save 500.00 as we moved out from KL that night , else we would definitely go to Ikea and

Ikano the next dat - and surely bought some nice to have but not necessary needed stuffs.

2. I would have bought the 1000.00 accoustic guitar at Damansara Uptown area

3. Probably stop by at Digital Mall PJ to grab a laptop 1,900.00.

4. As usual my kids would nag for Toys 200.00

5. I would probably grab secondary flash - SB600 for 790.00

Intangible gain : ( + 200 points)

a. Experience the traffic jam on the PLUS Highway - else I would never experience that ( + 5 points)

b. Finally I dont have to nag to my wife and kids about the PSP - honestly I somehow felt happy

losing the PSP. Eversince I bought that game, my two kids always quarrel to play with it. My

wife spend most of her time winning the quarrel with my kids to play her favourite Pyramid

Game. Honestly they are not ready to take care such a hi-tech gadget. Scratches every where

and they never take care of that stuff. Broke the cover and broke the memory cards as well.

So thank the thieve for taking away the headache from me. Thanks Pal...I ,mean it. ( + 20

points)

c. It has proven that what MacGyver said is right, always carry with you a swiss army and a

duct tape. Thanks MacGyver, I always have faith in you !! ( + 5 points)

d. My wife actually admitted her carelessness that caused the incident. What a breakthrough !!

Thanks again Mr Thieve. ( + 50 points)

e. Probably if the car breaking incident did not happen, I would have gone to have a stroll at the

Chow Kit Flea Market - and probably the whole car got stolen or someone would have robbed

or snatch my Nikon or hurt my kids. ( + 80 points)

f. We finally "Raya" in Kedah - and I got the chance to Raya at my parents house and had my

mom's delicious Ketupat Rendang - no comparison of taste. ( + 20 points)

g. I also had the change to meet my old friend Zaidi that Raya whose parent house just across

the blocks. ( + 5 points)

h. Better preparation for the next day photo event & the event turned out to be great, though

tiring & dehydrating. ( + 15 points)

Hi -Lite :

1. Tune Hotel not bad - must go again with RM15 per night. The shower very cool - wide

diameter round shape rain hose.

2. Cititel a good choice to leave your family with at least a window shopping activities and good

food.

3. Tapah R&R = Patin Masak Tempoyak is a must. The rest area has always been my favourite

pitt stop. Love the surroundings.

4. Petronas Science Centre = must go again to detail the tour. I heard they make regular

changes.

5. Garmin GPS has done it again !! Thank You Abang Anis for giving it to me for free.

6. Plaza GM is cool for traders.

Conclusions :

Monetory Gain / Cost avoidance = RM3300.00 - RM1519.00 = RM 1781.00

Intangible Gain = 200 points - 80 points = 120 points

Note : I know I am good in Maths ....

The Town of Chronological Event

Salam 1Malaysia,

Today, I have again visited my beloved hometown, Sg Petani (aka SP).Btw, it is just 45 mins away from where I live. To me, SP has gone through an unconcious gradual changes, physically and spiritually. The most obvious change or transformation of Sg Petani is of course the rapid growth of the shopping complex and the latest landmark is the second TESCO building located near the Bakar Arang Industrial area (south exit of PLUS highway) . SP is also famous for her massive / variety of residential areas or "Taman" which I could hardly count . I was told that one of the the first Taman in Sg Petani is Taman Bunga Raya (sorry if I am wrong) , located next to my ex school , Ibrahim School. I was born in Taman Bunga Raya, house no 17, behind the railway track. Than we moved to Sg Layar, also house no 17 and then to Johor Bahru, Taman Sri Tebrau, ironically, also no 17.

Back in the 70's, I could vividly remember the glowing sign of the neon light displaying the supermarket logo called CITY. My mother used to teach me to spell C.I.T.Y each time we passed by the supermarket through the SP Bridge. (Just like I remember she taught me to spell the famous petrol station in SP , E.S.S.O though I am currently loyal to P.E.T.R.O.N.A.S). The CITY (also known as Sri Kota back in 80's) building was caught on fire several years ago, but the remaining structure still exist , located next to the SP Bus Terminal. It is one of the landmark most Sg Petanian would remember. Shopping spots in SP now are, Parkson ,Giant, Tesco (south highway exit), Central Square (centre of SP as its name appear), Billion (far at the Pekan Baru), SP Plaza (near the clock Tower), Village Mall and Tesco (north highway exit).

Back in the 70's, I remember there was a place called Garden, located at the heart of SP Town. A food stall famous for it's Satay & other delicacies. The place was a bit gothic. (In fact , SP was a Gothic City back in the 70's). But now the place has been turned into a shopping complex- SP Plaza and government office. Now food courts are everywhere. The famous food courts now are the Taman Ria Food Court, The Taman Ria Jaya Food Court, the Taman Sejati Food Court and the Clock Tower Food Court.

My favourite landmark, the SP Clock Tower has always been the logo of my existence as a Sg Petanian. Probably because the weekly Friday Pasar Malam back in the 70's and 80s was located next to the clock tower. The clock is like a monument that stands and observes the changes around her, years after years. There were some modification done a decade ago to her appearance, adding some golden plate to its main structure and peak, but its spirits remains the same. Few months back I took my family to visit the Clock Tower. Truly "lepak" there for an hour. Snap couple of photos. The clock saw me I guess. She possed for me with a photogenic look. The clock hold many secrets of mine. And I believe she has a secret on her own too.

I would have to admit that the people or the community in SP do change a lot. 20 years back you can walk around the SP town and will surely meet with at least one people you know. Today you can spend the whole day in the town from South to North, without finding anyone you know. I guess this kind of evolution applies to the other fast growing towns in Malaysia as well. There are so many outsiders(immigrants I may say), be it from neighbouring states or foreign countries that came to reside in SP. That made SP an international town of its own. Its not just 1Malaysia, but 1small world. And ironically those originally from SP have migrated to other parts of the world or town. I have friends who now live in Egypt, UK, Australia etc. Quite a number settled down in Kuala Lumpur.

Until the next Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Sungai Petani will be a town of its own generation. And I will be dropping by routinely, visiting my parents, relatives and friends. Till we meet again.

Rich, Ambition and Reality

I first recalled the word ambition in 1981. I was in standard 1. I have never enrolled for kindergarten before that. Primary school was the first forum where I learned about education and ambition. It was never taught in school how the working environment looks like or feels like. I even posted a question to my dad how the office environment was. IN school, during that time, whoever commits mistake will be punished by teachers. Either to stand in front of the class, stand on the chair or a good slap or cane by the teacher. I can vividly remember my father smiling face when I posted that question to him. I asked him whether he got canned by his boss upon commiting mistakes at work. He joked that it was the same practice as in school. I kept quiet and imagine to my self that the world of obediency and punishment carry on forever in life. Even after school. Even after death.

I had a friend named Ahmad Rithaudeen in 1981. His father was a jetfighter pilot. On the first day of school, his mom and dad accompanied him until the dismissal bell rang. During break time, his mother spoon fed him the breakfast. He told me proudly about his father being a jetfighter pilot . Somehow rather his story influenced my ambition. I told my mom that my ambition is to become a jetfighter pilot. But the ambition has never come with action plans. So ambition is just a fill in the blank statement. When I think back, the reason I put pilot as an ambition was because I have never had a better career examples other than Rithaudeen's story. On the other hand, frankly, I viewed my father's career as a boring one. He was a government servant. A land surveyor technician to be exact. And I didnt even know what was that all about. In 1991, when I was filling up the form to further my studies, I came across a course offering about land surveying. Again, I asked my father whether I should try something related to what he had done before. Ironically he gave a discouraging response. Probably he knew my characteristic and abilities.
My eldest brother told me that he has already had a clear vision to become a lawyer when he was in form one. To support his ambition, he stressed more on public speakings and participated in the school elocution contests. On contrary, I have a flip flop kind of ambition after becoming a pilot was no more in my wish list. When I was in form 4, I was positioned in the best science class in school. I slightly screwed up my maths and science subjects, not getting distinction. That blew up my road map to further my study to MARA junior college. I got offered by other boarding schools but I have made up my mind to stay in the same school for the next two years. With a minimal guidance I may say, I have switched the streams from pure science to the social science stream. Short term planning was to become a businessman. That was my ambition. So I took accounting/commerce class instead of pure science. I just hate add maths. It was not a bad decision though my results for accounting subjects for SPM was terrible. After the SPM result was announced, I still managed to position my overall results as not so bad but not distinctively to be proud about. Again, another big decision. Whether I should continue doing form six or apply for Matriculation Programs. At that moment, as I mentioned earlier, my ambition to become a businessman subsided as I got frustrated with accounting subject. My favourite subjects were shifted to Geography and History. I did well in both subjects. At first, I decided to proceed with form six as there were no geography or history course available for pre-university courses. But inputs from family members and friends have significantly changed my decision. At that moment, I was so fond of becoming a geologist or archaelogist. Why ? Indiana Jones was one of the factor. The other factor was I could not imagine myself working in the office environment. I always imagine myself doing field works or outdoor stuffs. And I still do now.
As I filled up the UPU form (form to apply for Matriculation study), I knew that I hadnt got much choices without the Add Math subject. So business study is the only bright future for me to carry on. I got the offer then, to further my studies in Universiti Utara Malaysia Matriculation Program. Half hearted, I went through the years there. I graduated in Business Administration with major in Marketing. One thing I remember, the words of wisdom from the vice chancellor. He said, " Being in university doesnt promise a job in the outer market once you graduated. Years spent over here is to make you a better person if not a well prepared person. Not just academically but mentally and socially. You may wish a job that related to your study but you may or may not get one. A scholar should be able to position oneself in the dynamic world. One should be able to create jobs. Not to wish for someone to give him job."
I admitted that there were many opportunities that I didnt grab or utilize during my varsity time. There were many courses available that I should have enrolled. There were so many social associations that I should have joined. Again, it was the flip flop in ambition that made me in inconsistent even during the varisty time. But I did gain lot of experience, from lectures and friends. Especially good friends and room mate. I thank God that I was given good and reliable friends during my time at the university, from all races and backgrounds. And I will never forget them, too many to be named.

Leaving schools and entering the world of career was like the third phase of my life roadmaps. No doubt that working environment has the similarities like those days in schools or college. But this is more on proving what you have learned and showing or delivering results. And most importantly sharing results with the team or organization. During school time, screwing up means screwing mainly yourself but in the working environment, screwing up could mean screwing up your whole team or company. And more challenges arise when you have a family on your own to be fed. I always told my team that working is like a continous process of learning. The different here is that you are paid to learn and deliver. Sounds better right. So my first ambition of becoming a pilot, and then businessman to becoming a geologist didnt really end up to be that way. But the essence of the scholarship are then ingredients to pursuing your career, whatever it is. Luckily there are not many segments in my current job that require Add Maths. But in future it may, who knows. I have never known my plus point until I was told by others. Who told me ? My family, friends, colleagues, some who are with me and of course, some who are againts me. God is Great. Human beings are created with their own specialties and capabilities. That's explain why we need different kind of people to produce great results. A company cant be great by only having good managers. A company cant be great by having only good engineers, accountants, secreatary, operators or architects. It must have a good mix of people that synergize their effort to achieving great results, with clear goals amongst the team members. Same application and formula for a country to be successful. The rich need the poor and the poor need the rich. The poor set a benchmark for the rich to measure their success, and the rich set the benchmark for the poor to climb the ladder up to becoming rich person. This is just example of a social system, rich and wealth are not solely the gist of a great nation. Love, spiritual, happiness, integrity, respects, virtues are many more elements that made up a good nation. Rich and wealth are easier to be measured than the later elements. And we do need money to build schools, mosques, buy religious books, help the needies etc. Being rich enable solutions. Being rich can also enable destructions. For those with the appetite for destructions.
Some time ago, I was one of the volunteer in the community service program organized by the company I work for. I was suppose to do housekeeping and clean-up jobs. But end up being a facilitator to a group of school children instead . I was one of the speaker to give a spontaneous talk on motivation subject. I was not prepared at all. I had no clue what to talk about. I even dressed up not to the standard of a motivational speaker in deed, wearing only a round neck T-Shirts and a baseball cap. I felt so out of tune that morning. But looking at the children faces, I put aside all the discomfortness and inferiority of my dress code. Their faces were like mine years ago. Blur and flip flops I may say. I started off the session by asking them about their ambitions. There were about 30 of them in the class room. Majority of them wanted to become a policeman or teachers. One boy claimed to becoming an astronaut. I reserved my comment until the last person talk. They ranged from form one until form five, so the mentality and maturity level have some slight difference. They reminded me of myself when I first having ambition of becoming a jetfighter pilot. As I mentioned, it was from my friend Rithaudeen. Probably these boys heard or read more about police and teachers. Probably they like to watch the Yusoff Haslam Gerak Khas series. Probably they like uniforms and heroism. Probably the envy their teachers well being. Probably the boy who wanted to become the astronaut admired Datuk Sheikh Muzaffar Shukor, Malaysian first astronaut. I do not have the answer for all that, but one thing for sure, I could sense that majority of them were not firm with their ambition. They just voiced it out because everyone has to say something in that forum. When I got back home, I asked my 5 years old daughter what she would like to be when she grow up. She simply mentioned that she wanted to work with the company I am working with. Probably because that was the only source she could think of, probably because she likes the logo very much. Probably she just want to please me. One think for sure, I will try my best to make her to be firm with what she wants to be. But influentally, I wanted her to become self employed, do business, become rich much faster, and do good things when she is rich.