tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70478232011-12-15T10:55:44.647+08:00We have met before. We kissed good bye. We departed. We meet again. But the re-adjustement is difficult. Bear with me, I am just passing through - Lias.myliasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-16149490223157117062009-11-24T08:12:00.000+08:002009-11-24T08:13:45.415+08:00

on any LINK if (if you are asked to put your username and password because "restricted", just click on 'cancel' a couple of times and you are brought to the original site)

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I am moving to http://why360.blogspot.com. Come and visit me over there.This blog will still be alive, but will only be used as reference.

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A lady sleeping at the LRT station, probably tired waiting for someone.Traders at the tunnel to the LRT station Escallator down to the tunnel of the LRT station.A bakery at the LRT station.A business card maker at the LRT station.Phone booths and auto-ticket kiosks.Manned ticket kiosk.The ticketted gates.Train arrival, auto door opening In the train, and there is no driver. An above ground

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Some scenes worth noting. Just a glimpse of Christmas in Kuala Lumpur.Extract from:By Alf McCreary newsdesk@belfasttelegraph.co.uk24 December 2005 DECEMBER IN SYDNEY'Police guard churches as tension mounts - 59 people arrested, military equipment seized'"Incidentally, during a stopover in Malaysia, I noticed that the Christmas celebrations were greatly evident - and this in a largely Moslem

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Sawubona

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Kuantan river looking east in the morning. Meandering by the Kuantan (for English, please click on the 'Versi Inggeris' button) town, slow and muddy. All swampy on the other bank. Peaceful daytime, fishermen using it to move to sea, and to come back with loads of fresh fish.Dark and mysterious at night where small time hobby anglers cast their lines by the esplanade, few come now during monsoon

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1131636434969441822005-11-10T23:20:00.000+08:002005-12-17T11:00:21.226+08:00

I revisited this write-up in Feb 2004. So I thought I might as well revisit it again. There are now many changes taking place in Pahang, most for the better but others………. Well I do not know what to say. After all I am only an observer.Earlier, about 3 to 4 years ago, I wrote an article about Pahang (one of the sultanates in Malaysia). Things have changed since then (since about 2 years ago?), a

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Ramadhaan Remaining Steadfast After RamadhaanShaykh Saleh Al-FouzanAhadith Us-Siyaam: Ahkaam wa Adab © Huda Ramadhaan 1419AHSufyaan ibn `Abdillaah radhiallahu `anhu said: "O Messenger of Allah, tell me something about Islaam, which I cannot ask anyone else besides you." He said: "Say: 'I believe in Allah' and then be steadfast (upon that)." [Saheeh Muslim (38)]The hadeeth is proof that the

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Friend or Foe? When I look at this photo in Yahoo! today, I keep wondering whether these pictures are those of friends of foe. Those in the photo looks to aggressive to be friends. Anf I understand that they are in a foreign land, univited guest - staying there after invading that land. For a good cause they say. But who can really vouch for that - its just who says it and when. And today I read

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1129767270032721502005-10-20T08:13:00.000+08:002005-10-20T08:20:17.366+08:00

Going through my hard disks, I realized that I have downloaded many images while surfing the Internet. I don’t really know why I downloaded these images but it depended on my mood at the time. Over a period I saw that I have varied mood. I can download a scene of statues holding up the National Flag (Malaysia by the way), or I can go to the extreme of downloading pictures of beautiful women. Or

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Ramadhaan Ramadan In HistoryBy: Sheikh Abdullah Hakim Quick. Ph.D.The Message - Canada/January 1997All praises to Allah (SWT), Lord of the worlds. He who revealed in His Glorious Quran, "Oh you who believe, fasting is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those who came before you that you may keep your duty to your Lord (having taqwa),"2:185. And may blessings and-peace of Allah (SWT)

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Pestles These are pestles, the Malays use them and the Thais (I understand) also use them. I am not sure about other people. Don’t really know who started using them. The Malays, as far as I know uses them to pounce their ‘sambal’ in them. “Sambal’ is a concoction odd semi-soft food staff in which chili is added to give the whole semi-solid mixture the ‘hot’ taste. And most Malays love them. The

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Ramadhaan Important Lessons From Ramadan Al-Istiqaamah, Ramadan 1417 AH Allah – the Most High – said: "The month of Ramadaan in which the Qur’aan was revealed, a guidance for mankind and clear proofs for the guidance of the Criterion between right and wrong. So whosoever of you sights the crescent for the month of Ramadaan, he

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1. Not been posting for sometime. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since then. What stopped me? My daughter and my two grandsons, 14 years old and 11 years old boys, came back from London, to spend sometime with me. 2. They arrived in late August and went back to London about 3 weeks later. They really kept me occupied. The first week was more or less re-getting to know them. They have

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What you see here is a modern tamed monkey (‘beruk’ they call them in Malaysia - short tail monkey - Marga Macaca) drinking coconut water from a young coconut using a straw. But don’t be mistaken, these ‘beruk’ though trained can still be dangerous. Go near it and it will grab you, your hand or your clothings. It may even bite you. For girls/women/female it just likes to grab your hair.I remember

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Last fortnight I complaint in my blog that life was getting boring and routine. But the day just after that something more interesting happened. At least it was interesting to me. I got a call to go outstation immediately, to investigate the root cause of an electrical accident in a chemical plant. Yes, I am an Electrical Engineer and have all the credentials, I am now semi-retired after working

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It’s a funny feeling that you have when you realise that you have spent one whole week without any result or changes in your life, no added experience but just routine. A sort of a day to day routine. This happens to me this week.Coming back to Kuantan from Kuala Lumpur (KL) on Thursday last week, and then having to do routine work on Friday followed by going back to the kampong on Saturday for

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I wrote this sometime back, I cannot remember when. And I think I might have published this, but when and where? Anyway I am revisiting this article and republishing it.Who will tell you if you have BO? Or a bad breath? These are things that people will not tell you. You find out for yourself. And if you find it out too late then you loose a friend or worse a girlfriend and at the worst end you

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There is a country somewhere which I wish to call Birds Country. Its called that because most of the people of that country mostly have birds brain, they cannot think, they always wait for others to think for them. And they mostly have no initiative, they tend to wait for their Government directives or Government subsidy in living their lives. And they do not think out of the box, they only have

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This write up is specifically targeted at readers, especially Malays, who are over 50 years old and whoever has lived in Malaysia (or Malaya then) over that period.It is very romantic when people say, "Balek kampong", which may be directly translated as ‘going back to the village’.. or the rural. Yes, its nice to go back to the roots, the village, the rural, where you may meet all your relatives

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Old town in Malaya as I remember it.Changes has occurred so fast in Malaysia today that before you know it you are in a different world. The old days are gone and a new world emerges, a new civilised world, a world that leave you breathless to catch up with, event moves so fast that you are lost in your own little world. Unlike the old days where time moved slowly, people were different, more

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I am a Malay (net defined) by birth, and by the terms in Malaysia today I am also a Malay (old defined) with all the Malay culture, privileges and rights. By virtue I was born in one of the Sultanate States I am also the subject of one of the Sultans in Malaysia .I was born when the Japanese invaded Malaya but somehow we still owed allegiance to the British, so I may say that I was born during

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1115388181848685922005-05-06T21:59:00.000+08:002005-05-06T22:15:22.396+08:00

Can anyone define batik? My simple definition is a cloth decorated with flowery design using wax as a mean of controlling the colour input and also of the design. I may be wrong and I am not arguing about it. Originally these batik cloth are hand made but today many of these batik cloth are machine made, in factories, nice flowery design but not authentic. In Malaysia batik were originally made

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What made me stood up the other day was that I saw being advertised in the local press where just to see a show by a local popular female Malay singer of the day it would cost RM500.00 for the best seat, RM 400.00 the next best and RM 250.00 for common seats. At a hotel. So I suppose a dinner will be included. Mind you, USD1 = RM3.80. Now isn’t that a lot of money to pay to watch a show?People

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There is no peace in Kuala Lumpur. If you live in a terrace house that is, in a housing estate where you have no large compound in the front of your house to call your own, the space for real privacy; unless you live in a big bungalow house with a compound of your own, in a piece of land of at least 10,000 sq. feet in area. But how many of us can afford those sort of houses in Kuala Lumpur

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The age of Internet is upon us. I have web sites. But most of them are connected to my http://notime.motime.com.I have always wanted to have a web site, when I heard that there are such a thing, but I do not want to pay for them, both for design and server usage. I wanted to design my own and I want to use free servers. I was told that there are free servers available.I was very fascinated

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I do not know if the title of my article is correct. Or can I say unemployable Graduates?By my standard Graduates are those who have gone to a University and have got a Degree. But I may also include those who have Diploma in any form. I stand corrected.To me Graduates are just products. If the product is useful then there will be demand but if the product is just an everyday stuff, people only

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At the weekend I went to this big wedding feast of one of my wife’s girl cousion. In the village. It was a grand feast, about 2,000 guests attended. The cooking took about 2 days, to get through the whole feast. And to get everything almost perfected. That was only the cooking, but the others - decorations for example - took about 1 month to get it perfected or to the hosts satisfaction. The

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I have always imagined that I can attract tourists to the kampong (village) where I was born and where I grew up as a small boy. Its a pleasant traditional riverine Malay village as far as I can remember, with the wide not so fast flowing Pahang River running through it, and further inland small lakes where oxbow lakes used to be formed, and further up inland there were padi fields. In between

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They say that old people tends to talk about the past and young about the future. Old folks have gone through a journey whereas the young may just be starting on a journey. You can hardly tell who is the wiser; the old have the experience but the young are more focussed towards their intentions for the future. Circumstances are different, environment changes and civilisation moves in a direction

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Its boring reading about someone's life, especially of a stranger who has not achieved anything significant in life and who have not contributed to the improvement of human lives. Its OK if that someone is close to you or someone you know or even someone you used to know. But a stranger that is something else. You read a few lines and you move on.Me? I am retired but I find it wonderful that

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Sweet, sweet, sweet, I am not talking about all the songs with the words sweet in them, I am talking about sugar, the white crystalline stuff, the brown stuff and the sweet honey and treacle stuff. The stuff that makes you grow fat, the stuff with a lot of calories in them.In some part of Malaysia, if you are a guest at a home, the host serves you drinks (in most cases) so sweet that you cannot

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If I call it a religion, I would be accused of being blasphemous. But is it not a fact that the game is like religion?.In Malaysia and in Vietnam now the South East Asian (SEA) nations are playing football, competing in for the Tiger Cup. I do not see much skills in Malaysian football nowadays, I see them as being far below standard. But I see other nations in the South East Asia region as

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Years ago when I was a small boy living in the kampong, we did not have so many Haji, very few and far between, and they were respected not for their religious knowledge but for their having been to Mecca. These are Muslim in Malaysia who have made a trip or two to Mecca to perform their Haj, the 5th pillar of Islam. Its not a must but its an obligation if you can afford it. And there were not

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I think I am well enough to go back to Kuantan to resume what I have left behind over there, my work. I have a friend who looks after my work overthere but I do not want to overtax him. I have been in KL for over 6 weeksnow, first my surgery and then my recovery period.In fact I have tried to work, to earn my fair share of living. On Saturday I did some inspection work for Dewan Bandaraya KL and

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How many of us would know when we have a heart attack? My Cardiologist told me, "Lias, you had a massive heart attack!" And I said to him, :"No, I did not". And he replied, "You are talking to a Cardiologist" and he said that after looking at my ECG traces and my echo sounding film. I must admit that I was lost for words.I had this breathless feeling even as late as early June 2004. In Kuantan I

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While in Hospital a few weeks ago I happened to read an article in the Sunday Mail (under Health) by Lina Gourdin (smail@nstp.com.my) entitled "Facing the Reality of Illness". This article appears every fortnight, I think under a series called ‘My bitter pill’. It describes what happens in going through a major surgery, which she had gone through, and I think she had some problems with her lungs

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They call them Insurance Salesman. Years ago when I first graduated they came in numbers to me asking me to buy Insurance Policies with them, mostly for Life Insurance. In those days they could afford to give you meals while they talked about the benefits of Insurance and they tried to sell you them to the maximum coverage. Of course then we were lowly salaried so we could not buy much cover I

myliasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1100698168603672062004-11-17T21:28:00.000+08:002005-06-15T13:44:21.513+08:00

I am Lias, that is what they call me, that is what my father gave me the name of at birth, and that is what is written in my birth certificate. And of course in my Passport, in my I/C, in all my Certificates, documents and in all else what is and what not. What is worth, I am Lias. So "L" - Lovable, Loyal, Lucky, and Lively. Where do those words come from? From a cute teddy bear, small and green

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I lost about 5 KG during my about 2 weeks stay at the Hospital, after the surgery. But that was to be expected.I must have lost a lot of blood and fluid during the surgery with of course the Hospital replacing these during and after the surgery. And in the ICU I could not replenish my body content properly, what with all the drugs and the medicines and the inadequate food. On top of that they

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A book which a friend lent me during my recovery period was "The Lost Art of Healing" by Bernard Lown MD, Published by Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston New York in 1996. Its author is a Cardiologist, a famous one at that. Bernard Lown is Professor Emeritus of Cardiology at Harvard School of Public Health at the time when he wrote the book.Its a good book if one wants to know about the history of

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I can imagine how Frankiestein felt when he woke up after being on the operating table and not knowing where he was. He went amok. What with all the gadgets, the meters, the tubes etc etc and the strange environment. I woke up in the ICU, barely conscious, but knowing well what had happened as I was already introduced to the place before the surgery. There I was in bed, light dimmed, cold, wires

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One thing about going into a surgery is their concern about ‘fur’. Yes, your ‘fur’, all body hair. The last time I went into a minor surgery (about 10 days before that for my angiogramme), they sent a beautiful Nurse to shave my pubic hair. I knew that would happen so I have already shaven that before hand. And I politely told her so. But she insisted on checking. I showed her and I showed her ‘

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There is always some doubts in ones life. Like before you are circumcised, like just before your wedding vow, like before you step on an aeroplane. One of mine was when I have beautifully admitted myself into the hospital ward for my heart bypass surgery. Questions. Questions. Questions. Questions. How painful will the surgery be? Will I survive the surgery? How long will I recover fully after

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The attack on the Sunday night a few days before the surgery stunt me. I was in Kuantan and it happened at about 11.30 pm, just when I was already in bed asleep. I felt it, woke me up and I got up as quietly as possible, trying not to wake up my wife. But she woke up. I took a glycerine pill, which I have by then was prescribed with, put it under my tongue and try to lie down on the sofa. I was

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It has been some time since I am at this blog. Since then they have opened up my chest, bypassed the blood vessels for my heart, closed my chest and let me recover. It was a difficult recovery, at least for me, but the Doctors said that it was an easy one. I do not know really as this is my first heart bypass surgery and hopefully my last. Other may have a different experience.In the next few

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Time seems to have move on very fast. It was as if yesterday we Muslim had the fasting month of Ramadan and now again its very close to Ramadan. And after 1 month it will the celebration of Eid. And still before you know it, it will be the end of 2004 and going into 2005. And yet for most of us the elderly, we still feel young and energetic. Not realising of course that our hair on top is getting

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The top of my thigh next to the groin is still sore from the angiogram which was done on last Saturday morning. The process was simple and you are conscious of the whole process, you were even allowed to watch the TV screen to see what was being done by the heart specialist during the process. The only pain that you felt was when the Doctor injected local anesthetic at where he was about to

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Death is always a subject that one avoids, fear? When my grandfather died, I was only about 6 years old. Then I used to follow my grandfather and grandmother in a dugout canoe crossing the wide and fast flowing Pahang River, going up stream for about 1 km and on the other side tied our canoe by the river bank and then going up the bank for about half a km to our padi field over there. Why did we

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Peace Malaysia 

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What prompted me to write this write-up is that in a recent event in Kuala Lumpur (KL) gave me the shudder. The Power that Be in Malaysia know what some of us is doing in life, we are being watched. The Sinners and the Anti-Establishment that some of us are or were have been recorded. We have seen the East and the West and the South and maybe the North. KL recently pride itself in stopping what

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A Sept 04 night in Kuantan, Malaysia 

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Kuala Tahan, National Park Malaysia 

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Kuala Tahan, 07/09/2004, a historic day for me. That day was the first time that I arrived at the Malaysian National Park (during the British era it was called King George V National Park) in the interior of West Malaysia up the Pahang River. I have heard so much about the place but had never dared to venture that far to visit it. I have always thought that its the end of the world where

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1094181890525985152004-09-03T11:19:00.000+08:002005-06-14T22:24:21.686+08:00

Many restaurants that I have been to in the East Coast, I cannot remember the names of. But that is where the fun is. You have to locate those restaurants yourself. Like treasures, you have to search for them. I will only give you the clues.I am now going into unfamiliar grounds. Restaurants in KT (a loving name for Kuala Trengganu) and KB (a loving name for Kota Baru) will be described here

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In this series, I am mostly talking about where you can get ready cooked food.. But you can also get many places where they serve food cooked on the spot, especially those like ‘nasi goring’, ‘mee goring’, ‘tom-yam’ soup, local burgers etc. And if you drive at night (I am referring only to the East Coast) you may find that some of the eating places I described above/and previously may be closed

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There are times in our lives when we have to travel outstation. Most of us will know which hotel to stay in. When we were working we would stay at the most expensive hotels, but within our entitlement. But when we retire (or jobless) we will either choose to stay with someone you know (on very rare occasions, - ‘jarang jarang’ as P Ramlee said) or with a relative (sometimes - ‘kadang-kadang’ as P

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1094085287124944532004-09-02T08:29:00.000+08:002005-06-14T22:14:38.086+08:00

Earlier I wrote an article about Pahang (one of the sultanates in Malaysia) when there was a by-election at Sanggang, in the Temerloh District of the State. But things have changed since then (since about 2 years ago?), a General Election took place about 6 months ago and since then they have also opened the Karak/Kuantan Highway (on 1st August 2004) and they also had the Malaysian National Day

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This write up appeared in my earlier blog. But I am visiting it, as new stories appear on the scene.The economy of this country has made many people becoming petty criminals (and some big ones but never caught). They blame most of it on Indon immigrants, but in reality many of the locals also commit these crimes, crimes such as being snatch thieves, robbing banks, kidnapping and asking for ransom

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1093676978351083242004-08-28T15:02:00.000+08:002005-06-14T22:18:45.846+08:00

This article appeared in my earlier blog. At that time it was written to answer a few questions on some Internet discussion on why Muslims need more than one wife, or rather why Muslims are allowed to have more than one wife.However I have been reading of late about people living together for years without even getting married (marriage recognised by the State or/and Religion) and having children

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Its the 47th Celebration of Independence (Merdeka) for Malaysia (Malaya to be exact as Malaysia only came in 1963), the National Day Parade will be held in Kuantan. And Kuantan will be packed jam with visitors as they expect about 200,000 visitors will be in town for the Celebration. I am proud of the fact that I was born during the British Colonial era, saw Independence Day being declared, and

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2/8/04 was a historic day in my life in a sense that I drove along the Karak/Kuantan Highway for the first time, after it was opened yesterday. I have already described that in http://notime.motime.com, my other blog. What I am writing here is what happened when I arrived in Kuantan. On arriving in Kuantan just after noon after a 2 1/2 hours drive from KL, I was as fit as a fiddle (so I thought)

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1091265747591580132004-07-31T17:18:00.000+08:002005-06-14T22:12:52.000+08:00

Azlina or (was it?) Zalina.She was the Staff Nurse who looked after me and 7 others on the 5th Floor (MGW-5) of Ampang Putri Medical Centre in Kuala Lumpur when I was admitted from Monday 26 July through Thursday 29 July 2004. There were other Nurses of course but she stood out because she had this small stature, dedicated, having a very pleasant personality and kept her cool despite the many

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On Sunday 4th July 2004, there was a terrible accident between a lorry and a passenger coach at Lancang, a town about 80km east of KL. In which there were about 25 injuries from the bus passengers, the driver got thrown out and landed in the river below and broke his hip and his arm, (the accident happened on a narow bridge while the lorry driver was trying to overtake a motorcyclist), a

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To me corruption is a dirty word. Being corrupt is dirtier still. I have therefore composed an article which I published sometime back on my feeling towards corruption. But like it or not very many of us, especially in Malaysia, have condoned corruption as if it has moral stand. The reason being that it is very difficult to prove corruption or that the power that be may be corrupt; in which case

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1087119963535904792004-06-13T17:44:00.000+08:002005-06-14T22:07:44.000+08:00

A couple of weeks ago, during a lightning strike near my house in KL, it burnt the modem for Streamyx (ADSL) in my house. And I could not get it replaced on time because it was a weekend and on top of that I was told that it would take 3 days before Telekom Malaysia can provide me with a replacement Streamyx modem. So all in all it took me about 5 days before the modem could be connected and put

myliasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1087024959877066662004-06-12T15:13:00.001+08:002005-06-23T06:58:35.176+08:00

I have been writting my blogs for over six months now. I really wonder how I have lasted that long putting ideas for other people to read (if anyone reads at all). But I am happy that most of my ideas have come out of my head and transferred to other medium. And I can retrieve and read them as well, without having to keep so much physical space. Its a wonder of the modern world. And I have

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Every Friday Subuh Prayer, most Imam in the mosque leading the prayer will recite the Koraanic verse, Surah Sajda. In verse 12, it is translated as, "If only thou couldst see, When the guilty ones, Will bend low their heads, Before their Lord (saying:), "Our Lord! We have seen, And we have heard: Now then send us back (To the world): we will Work righteousness: for we Do indeed (now) believe." -

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I am revisiting the article which I wrote earlier, because 1. Now I have to use taxis to go to some places for work. 2. At KLIA they are fighting hard to get rid of tout for private taxis at the airport. To go to visits some of my customers in KL I have to use taxis. The traffic is too congested in KL for me to drive around the City to visit my customers, especially in areas where I need to

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The goings on these couple of months and the Court trial going on fornication and rape by the Malay Muslims seems very worrying. Even death has occurred at the scene of a fornication. And the rape of underage children by some Muslim adults had also occurred, the children being entrusted to be cared for at his house. And also someone made a video tape of his sexual act on a couple of girlfriends,

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Last Saturday, 05/06/2004, Malaysia celebrated the Agong's Birthday (The official Birthday of the Supreme Ruler, who is elected among all the Malaysian Sultans every 5 years). I am not sure whether the present Agong's Birthday falls on that Saturday or not but that is the official celebration day for the Agong Birthday. And we Malaysian have the day off for the celebration. Nothing much really

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I am putting the whole report in my blog as I see the event as a passing if an era. I used to watch many of his films, used to collect many of his film star photoes, but lost interest when I got older. Then he began his political career and I was early in my career so I was more like minding my own business than his. But I admired his achievement, and in the end he reaching the office of the

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Without prejudice. I must confess that I am always fascinated by the white people. Maybe I am conditioned so but I do not think so. I remember reading somewhere, maybe in Hikayat Munshi Abdullah, that when the Portuguese first arrived in Malacca, not as conqueror but as traders (disguised?) the local then, mostly Malays I presumed, were so fascinated by them that the local stroke the white mens

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1086425484298161542004-06-05T16:38:00.000+08:002004-06-05T16:51:24.296+08:00

I wrote the article below about 6 months ago. Since then quite a lot of water has flowed under the bridge. The biggest wave was the retirement of Dr M and the taking over of the PM post by Abdullah. And a few months later Abdullah won the General Election by a landslide. He announced the formation of a Police Commission (or did he announced it before the GE?). I am not sure the terms of reference

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I have the urge to revisit this write up when a few days ago I saw a black & white photo of John and Yoko in their birthday suit. Nothing left to imagination. And John Lennon in his song "Imagine" has said it all. We all have our own imagination. What are my imaginations? This is a weird question to answer. Be careful you may be accused of being mad if you try to record all your imaginations.

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I am revisiting this subject because I found out after retiring for more than 2 years now, that many people refuse to accept that they have retired from an organisation where they have worked over for so many years, probably half of their lives in that organisation. And probably in that organisation they have reached a certain level where they were in 'power', and sometimes they feel that

myliasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-108565380508407492004-05-27T18:07:00.000+08:002004-05-29T23:35:50.430+08:00

I pick up this subject again after the euphoria recently of an Indon maid was tortured by a lady in whose house she worked. The maid had hot water poured on her, had hot iron put on her back and her breast if she did not perform her job properly and she was really tortured by the employer (the lady employer). Funnily enough the employer's husband pretended not to know anything about the

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1085581229694561622004-05-26T22:13:00.000+08:002004-05-26T22:20:29.693+08:00

Its a pity that I see a lot of condemnation on the ulama (the Muslim cleric who are learned in most aspects of the Muslim religion) by both the Muslims and the non-Muslims. And the non-Muslims who do not understand anything about Islam are doing this, with in some cases the encouragement from the Muslims. Aren't those Muslims ashamed of themselves, calling themselves Muslims and yet condeming the

myliasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1085494555988765582004-05-25T22:08:00.000+08:002004-05-25T22:15:55.986+08:00

The world has changed quite a lot since about 50 years ago. Racial barrier has come down and in a country where there used to be one dominant race, creed and colour has now become a rainbow. One need not go far, one has only to watch the soccer scene, one cannot help but notice the mixture of race and nationalities and colour of the players. For a national team even from Europe, one notice that

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I wrote this at the very first day of my blogging. The blog has since been deleted and I have moved on to this blog. Pak Idrus has got his own blog which is very successful and Ismail Omar also has his own blog, and he uses his blog in a community of his colleague of his past working days. Pak Idrus blog is at http://idrus.blogspot.com/ and Ismail Omar at xlln.blogdrive.com, and mblog.com/

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This was in my original blog which I have deleted. The story contunues. Now someone has come forward to inform that he had an affair (not sex yet but just girl/boy friend situation but enough to give suspicion)with the second wife originally. He first introduced to this young guy the 'husband' as her father. But one day the young guy went to her house and actually met the real father who is much

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There was a report which came out recently which says that Malaysian men do not like to use condom. In the first place the report did not say whether this applies to Muslim or non-Muslim. It did not say whether it was found in the rural areas or the urban areas. In the urban areas condom are sold freely but in the rural areas (especially among the older generation of Malays)condoms are sold

myliasnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1085266662365576852004-05-23T06:42:00.000+08:002004-05-23T06:57:42.366+08:00

I wrote this article about 1 month ago and have blogged it. But I have cancelled that original blog, so I am re-woking on it now. The Malaysia attitude has not changed much, though the new PM seems to be more liberal than the previous one who was a martinet in my opinion. On the National Service (Malaysia style), the first batch has passed out, a few teething problems which are now being

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1085130469750190892004-05-21T16:47:00.000+08:002004-05-21T17:07:49.750+08:00

I wrote this earlier in another blog but that blog has been erased. This new version has been edited and updated. I am going to write on what I see and what I know of my community, the individual in the community and the community as a collective beings. I shall not go into areas where I have only heard but have not seen or really know about. What I see is what I shall describe. The community

myliasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047823.post-1085097351763323652004-05-21T07:54:00.000+08:002004-05-21T08:20:52.826+08:00

One of the most pitiful sight in Malaysia today is how dirty our rivers are. The big rivers like Sungei Pahang (Pahang River), Sungei Perak (Perak River) and Sungei Kelantan (Kelantan River) are silting and those in Sarawak are very muddy, probably silting and probably the upper reaches have been dirtied by development. It will not be long before even these rivers in Sarawak are silted as well.

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We have met before. We kissed good bye. We departed. We meet again.

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