<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001</id><updated>2011-08-02T07:11:51.110+08:00</updated><category term='economic stimulus'/><category term='Choralton'/><category term='Pak Idrus'/><category term='Leatherback turtles'/><category term='Apocryphalist. 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Dig deeper if you wish.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-5106591983180034066</id><published>2010-08-14T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:00:26.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantau Abang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leatherback turtles'/><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS INDEED</title><content type='html'>Hj. Amran alerted me to the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rare 'princess' turtle returns to Malaysia&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; (AFP) – &lt;span&gt;17 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;KUALA LUMPUR — A leatherback turtle has made a surprise return to a  Malaysian beach after 32 years, a report said Friday, hailed as a  "miracle" by conservationists and renewing hopes for the endangered  species.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The leatherbacks -- the largest of all sea turtles --  were once a star attraction at Rantau Abang beach in Malaysia's northern  state of Terengganu but overfishing, poaching and pollution caused the  population to plummet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The turtle, dubbed the "Puteri Rantau  Abang" or Rantau Abang Princess and identified by special markings,  returned last month to end a long dry spell of turtle landings which  have been rare in Terengganu since the 1980s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It is a miracle  that leatherback turtles are making a comeback to this area," Malaysian  Fisheries Department director-general Ahamad Sabki Mahmood said  according to The Star newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahamad said the turtle's return  showed that Rantau Abang was being made a turtle nesting ground once  again, and he hoped for more during the next possible nesting period  between August 15 and 20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Puteri Rantau Abang, which was  hatched in the area in 1978 and marked on its shell and left flipper,  returned at a weight of 500 kilograms (1,100 pounds), measuring 1.5  metres (five feet) in length and 1.16 metres wide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was released  back into the sea on Thursday, carrying a satellite transmitter which  will help conservationists track turtle migration patterns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We  expect Puteri Rantau Abang to head for Vietnam and Japan before heading  to the Pacific," Ahamad said, adding that the turtle was also expected  to travel to Indonesian waters and as far as New Zealand before  returning to Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leatherback turtles have been around for  the past 75 million years, surviving cycles of near extinction.  Terengganu was the only place in Malaysia where leatherbacks nested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In  the 1950s, up to 10,000 female turtles struggled up the beach to lay  their eggs each year, but by 1984 the number had fallen to 800 and in  2006 only five nests were found from two turtles, without any hatchlings  emerging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from the leatherbacks, green turtles have also  made a return to Malaysian beaches in recent weeks, but experts warned  that the species is still headed for oblivion if habitat loss is not  stopped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope mistakes of the past shall not be repeated. You know what they are: Riding on the leatherback, shining torch;ights on her face while she is laying eggs, etc.etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-5106591983180034066?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/feeds/5106591983180034066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9778001&amp;postID=5106591983180034066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5106591983180034066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5106591983180034066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-news-indeed.html' title='GOOD NEWS INDEED'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-8361273162278971301</id><published>2010-07-22T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:55:01.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A TIME AT A CHECKPOINT</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, somewhere in Indonesia, during troubled times, 5 Chinese guys in a car were stopped at a check point. The following conversation ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Kemana kamu? (Where to?)&lt;br /&gt;1st GUY:Mahu pulang Pak! (Going home sir!)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Ada bawa kartu (You have any cards?)&lt;br /&gt;1st Guy:Ada pak! (We have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Produces identification papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARD:Di sini bilang kamu Muslim ya? (It says here that you are Muslims)&lt;br /&gt;1st Guy: Benar Pak! (Correct, sir)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Kalau benar kamu Muslim, saya mahu tanya soalan-soalan, kamu jawab ya? (If you are really Muslims, you have to answer some questions)&lt;br /&gt;1st Guy:Tanyalah! (Fire away)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Berapa kali sehari Muslim mesti solat? (How many times a day must a Muslim pray)&lt;br /&gt;1st Guy: Lima kali Pak! (5 times, sir!)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD TURNS TO 2nd GUY&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Kamu! Apa waktu solat yang pertama? (You, whats the first solat?)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Guy:Subuh, Pak! (The Dawn Prayer, sir)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: Bagus! Kamu! Selepas subuh apa? (Good, You! Whats after Subuh?)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Guy:Selepas subuh johor Pak! (After subuh its zohor, sir)&lt;br /&gt;GUARD: (Nodding) Kamu, apa selepas zohor? (You! Whats after zohor?)&lt;br /&gt;4th Guy: Selepas johor, Singapore Pak! (After Johor its Singapore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-8361273162278971301?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8361273162278971301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8361273162278971301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-upon-time-at-checkpoint.html' title='ONCE UPON A TIME AT A CHECKPOINT'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2547183364306195659</id><published>2010-06-30T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:34:17.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs of the time'/><title type='text'>MY HOME MY CASTLE</title><content type='html'>What sign do we usually see in front of houses?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the house address, some might opt to announce the name of the house (when it is worth naming) like Som's Villa, Teratak Lebai Saeed, Pondok Bahagia or something of that ilk.&lt;br /&gt;There could a warning like "Beware of Dog" but this one baffles me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/TCq55BF0usI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LxDBeckTAAw/s1600/BungalowWarning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/TCq55BF0usI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LxDBeckTAAw/s400/BungalowWarning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488403485100915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2547183364306195659?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2547183364306195659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2547183364306195659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-home-my-castle.html' title='MY HOME MY CASTLE'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/TCq55BF0usI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LxDBeckTAAw/s72-c/BungalowWarning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2588710591346017061</id><published>2010-05-15T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:37:31.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Springbok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandela'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER DREAM GONE</title><content type='html'>I was having dinner at Lucky Garden Bangsar last night when I noticed that most of my fellow-patrons did not pay much attention to their food. Malaysia was playing China in the Thomas Cup semifinal. Malaysia lost but not for the lack of cheering from fellow-Malaysians. The stadium crowd roared at every shot and every smash. We still lost.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the heart to see that Malaysians cheered for Malaysia. There is hope yet for this country of ours.&lt;br /&gt;A few days before the badminton match, I got hold of "Invictus", a film produced and directed by Clint Eastwood. I thought it was all about Mandela ( played convincingly by Morgan Freeman) but it was not. It was about the Springbok, South Africa's national rugby team. When Mandela became President of South Africa, the Springbok played against England's Roses. The whites cheered for Springbok while the blacks cheered for England. Mandela, who dubbed his country "The Rainbow Nation", noticed this and he set about changing the perception. He succeeded and when Francois Pienaar, the captain of the Springbok was interviewed after they beat Lomu and the NZ All-Blacks, he disagreed that 63,000 South African in the stadium supported the team. He told the interviewer that all 43 million South African were behind him. I hope one day, this would be true of Malaysia too.&lt;br /&gt;Before the BAM prepare for the next Thomas Cup, let me remind everyone of what Muhammad Ali, the great boxing champion once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 Champions aren't made in gyms, &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 Champions are made &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 they have deep inside them: a desire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 a dream, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vision. They have to have &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 last-minute stamina, they have to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 a little faster.They have to have the skill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 and the will . But the will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must be stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 than the skill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2588710591346017061?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2588710591346017061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2588710591346017061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-dream-gone.html' title='ANOTHER DREAM GONE'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-1306550713759462078</id><published>2010-04-17T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:04:38.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Melayu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rojak'/><title type='text'>BAHASA JIWA BANGSA</title><content type='html'>My writing in English does not mean that I love Bahasa Melayu less.&lt;br /&gt;The fervour for our Bahasa Kebangsaan was renewed after listening to Dr.Rais Yatim's speech at a dinner he gave to old classmates of Maktab Perguruan Bahasa recently.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rais and many of us old teachers were alarmed that Bahasa Melayu that we hear on TV and radio sometimes become "rojak". We fervently hope that this will not become a habit. Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;Take the phrase "goreng pisang" used for fried bananas. Any Bahasa Malaysia teacher worth his dog-eared copy of "Pelita Bahasa Melayu" would tell you that it is wrong. The proper phrase is "pisang goreng". But is it used? Nope.  When I went for ikan celup tepung in Kuala Terengganu recently, I saw a sign in the shop that says "kerepok goreng" and "goreng pisang" all in the same breath. "Goreng pisang" is a verb. "Pisang goreng" is the noun, the same as "pisang salai" or "pisang lecek".&lt;br /&gt;Later, after droppping off Mimi at her campus in Section 17 Shah Alam, I stopped at a shop advertising "Nasi Bubur". Now "nasi" is somewhat different from "bubur" otherwise you would not have the peribahasa "Nasi sudah menjadi bubur". I know there are shops in Kelantan famous for their "nasi air" ( "air nasi" would not sell, however hard you try). I remember trying lip-smacking nasi air near the cinema hall in Pasir Putih, long long ago. But "nasi bubur"? Well, grammatically it could be in the same class as "nasi goreng", "nasi lemak", "nasi minyak" and "nasi dingin". It is the same with "bubur". It is always "bubur kacang", "bubur pulut hitam" "bubur cha cha" or "bubur lambuk". So "bubur nasi" would be grammatically correct.&lt;br /&gt;Thats food for tho0ught eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-1306550713759462078?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1306550713759462078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1306550713759462078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahasa-jiwa-bangsa.html' title='BAHASA JIWA BANGSA'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-888147929453997562</id><published>2010-01-20T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:07:53.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRT'/><title type='text'>INTERRUPTED TRAIN OF THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>It was the first Monday in January. I had an appointment at 12 noon in Menara Tan &amp;amp; Tan, Jalan Tun Razak.  As usual, I waited for the 11 o'clock train at the University Station. The train came but did not move after half a minute as the norm. The doors remained open for about 10 long minutes. This was repeated at Kerinchi, Abdullah Hukum, Bangsar, KL Sentral, Pasar Seni and Masjid Jame' where the stops were much longer than the usual 25 seconds. At Pasar Seni and Mesjid Jame', I saw many policemen on the platform. Although a bit alarmed, I remained in my seat. I had no idea whatsoever at what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to get alarmed when the train reversed at Mesjid Jame' and many people got off at Pasar Seni. I was too deep in thought that I could only get off at KL Sentral so that I could catch a train that is going to Ampang Park. On reaching Mesjid Jame' for the second time, there was a Rapid KL staff shouting that the train I was on will be going back to Kelana Jaya and those going towards Wangsa Maju had to get down and wait for another train on the the OTHER platform. I was already late for my appointment by then and had to reschedule it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there was some problems with the track between Damai and Wangsa Maju and the trains became shuttle trains. Rapid KL was caught with its pants down. It was a big SNAFU and obviously Rapid KL was not fully prepared for it. It was only later, on my back that there was a small notice that I saw at Ampang Park informing passengers of the problem. There was a megaphone used at Ampang Park Station telling passengers which platform to use. In spite of that passengers going to Kelana Jaya had to rush from one platform to another because coordination was poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I scanned the papers for the news of the SNAFU. Rapid KL must have an excellent relations with the press because the incident was not reported. On Thursday, when I hesistantly took the LRT again, I saw Rapid KL staff with walkie-talkies on the train. At least somebody learned from mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRT is now getting popular as a public transport. Apart from the occasional offensive body odour, incessant loud talking on the phone and younger people who cannot read signs to give the seat to pregnant women and old people, I have no complaint. But when you are not prepared for breakdowns, I cannot forgive you. Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-888147929453997562?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/888147929453997562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/888147929453997562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2010/01/interrupted-train-of-thought.html' title='INTERRUPTED TRAIN OF THOUGHT'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-928471243849209345</id><published>2009-12-09T11:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:08:43.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zulkarnain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auntie Aini&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kepala ikan.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>AUNTIE AINI'S GARDEN CAFE</title><content type='html'>(DIAL-UP USERS BE PATIENT. Wait for images to load!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, one of my Veteran friends (and computer students) Hj. Amran Hamid took me to lunch. He brought along his fellow sports commentator, Haji Zulkarnain Hassan. Jun, Amran's wife made up the foursome. Another ex-colleague, Hj. Baharin Tahir who drove on his own all the way from Klang got lost in Dengkil and never made it to our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that it was going to be a long trip but it was worth the long journey.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Auntie Aini's Garden Cafe just after 12 noon. I had no idea whatsoever that it was in another state altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YiD1RDGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ovwjyooA8Ek/s1600-h/aa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YiD1RDGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ovwjyooA8Ek/s400/aa01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413072250545966178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is in Nilai, Negeri Sembilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YTpjoxVI/AAAAAAAAAso/yabMy6VlWjk/s1600-h/aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YTpjoxVI/AAAAAAAAAso/yabMy6VlWjk/s400/aa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413072002974532946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has a distinctive gate which reminded me of another restaurant in Sungai Penchala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YErirSII/AAAAAAAAAsg/LUtlYRNNAWc/s1600-h/aa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YErirSII/AAAAAAAAAsg/LUtlYRNNAWc/s400/aa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413071745809336450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place was already crowded when we got there. Aini told me her clientele are mostly from KLIA and surrounding places. Most of the tables were already reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8X22eje6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/fXvtn0SWmtA/s1600-h/aa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8X22eje6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/fXvtn0SWmtA/s400/aa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413071508226669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you fancy eating&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kampung&lt;/span&gt;-style (sitting on the floor), reserve one of the two small huts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XoWsMU3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1e3OKSkQn_I/s1600-h/aa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XoWsMU3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1e3OKSkQn_I/s400/aa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413071259175768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aini personally took our order. She has been featured on Travel &amp;amp; Living twice. Once with Anthony Bourdain and the other with Jamie Aditya. Jamie, The Naked Chef would probably come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XbhuEOmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5MU_KL24exs/s1600-h/aa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XbhuEOmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5MU_KL24exs/s400/aa6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413071038798117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In deference to Haji Zulkarnain's tastebuds, we did not order Auntie Aini's celebrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kepala Ikan Tempoyak.&lt;/span&gt; We had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Asam Pedas &lt;/span&gt;instead. Jun  did not get her fried quails (they just ran out) so we made do with fried chicken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerabu Pucuk Paku&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gulai Daging Salai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan masin &lt;/span&gt;were the rest of our fare.&lt;br /&gt;The food was excellent, the ambience was nice and the service was above par. What more can you ask from a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XAyhbxTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kyT4Yjak9eU/s1600-h/2009-12-09+11-14-35_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8XAyhbxTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kyT4Yjak9eU/s400/2009-12-09+11-14-35_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413070579452069170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is how you can get to the restaurant. It is closed on Sundays but open on Public Holidays. The address is Batu 16 Jalan Sepang, Kampong Chelet, Nilai. It is advisable to make reservations. Call (06) 799 1276. For those who have not yet acquired the taste for Negeri Sembilan cuisine, worry not. Auntie Aini's can whip up mean western dishes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-928471243849209345?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/928471243849209345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/928471243849209345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/12/auntie-ainis-garden-cafe.html' title='AUNTIE AINI&apos;S GARDEN CAFE'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sx8YiD1RDGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ovwjyooA8Ek/s72-c/aa01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-5725067080359409318</id><published>2009-11-11T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:22:48.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>THE  PERFECT HUSBAND</title><content type='html'>(All prices in US dollars)&lt;br /&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings  and a man turns on the hands free speaker function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'Hello'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: 'Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: 'I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'Sure, go ahead if you like it that much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: 'I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the New 2009 models. I saw one I really liked.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'How much?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: '$90,000'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: 'Great!  Oh, and one more thing...the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'Well, go ahead and give them an offer of  $900,000. They will probably take it.. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: 'OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: 'Bye! I love you, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up.  The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns and asks: 'Anyone know who this phone belongs to?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-5725067080359409318?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5725067080359409318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5725067080359409318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-husband.html' title='THE  PERFECT HUSBAND'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-583557841664077306</id><published>2009-10-21T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:39:43.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of the wise'/><title type='text'>WATCH &amp; BE WISE</title><content type='html'>Once in a while we have ulama' who can think straight and make us think again.&lt;br /&gt;We had a few in Malaysia, the latest was the former mufti of Perlis. Now we have one from the Arab world.&lt;br /&gt;Watch, listen and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://switch5.castup.net/frames/20041020_MemriTV_Popup/video_480x360.asp?ai=214&amp;amp;ar=1363wmv&amp;amp;ak=null"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thanks to Toh Puan Rosita for forwarding me the link)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-583557841664077306?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/583557841664077306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/583557841664077306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-be-wise.html' title='WATCH &amp; BE WISE'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-7801297377917946386</id><published>2009-10-08T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:39:17.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geriatry'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;Probably you have received this but no harm in reading again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;What is Old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" height="168" width="180" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN..... Your sweetie says, "Let's go upstairs and make love," and you answer, "Choose one, I can't do both!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" height="122" width="62" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN... Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" height="109" width="74" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN. A sexy babe catches your eye and your pacemaker opens the garage door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" height="269" width="159" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN.... Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" height="230" width="252" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN..... You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN..... You are cautioned to slow down by...  the doctor instead of by the police. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&amp;amp;version=5312696&amp;amp;setup_id=7&amp;amp;aff_id=96769&amp;amp;addon=IncrediMail&amp;amp;id=95202&amp;amp;guid=4F9217A2-8434-452E-9894-D6316217DBBC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" border="0" height="49" width="68" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" border="0" height="200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN.... "Getting a litt&lt;span&gt;le ac&lt;/span&gt;tion" means I don't need to take any fibre today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN..... "Getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incredimailcom/index.asp?lang=9&amp;amp;version=5312696&amp;amp;setup_id=7&amp;amp;aff_id=96769&amp;amp;addon=IncrediMail&amp;amp;id=95202&amp;amp;guid=8E43BA17-3FD9-42B1-9A4B-88DFA239FD65" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" border="0" height="58" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dd4fcab80&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12431f5e78149250&amp;amp;attid=0.1.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" border="0" height="122" width="62" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OLD" IS WHEN..... An "all-nighter" means not getting up to wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-size: 36pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Thanks to Dato' Abdullah for forwarding this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-7801297377917946386?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7801297377917946386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7801297377917946386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-old.html' title='WHAT IS OLD'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-6903463850882380280</id><published>2009-10-04T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:34:04.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SsgU9s54xeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Bd4oOy9YexY/s1600-h/Pantai+Hosp+H1N1+Notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SsgU9s54xeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Bd4oOy9YexY/s400/Pantai+Hosp+H1N1+Notice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388580004407330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not snapped in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;I spotted this at a major private hospital in town. Right here in Malaysia. You probably can figure out which hospital.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what is wrong and what are the imputations and implications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-6903463850882380280?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/6903463850882380280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/6903463850882380280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SsgU9s54xeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Bd4oOy9YexY/s72-c/Pantai+Hosp+H1N1+Notice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2844818174795132414</id><published>2009-09-25T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:56:16.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dengue campaign'/><title type='text'>PERSUASIONS</title><content type='html'>Somehow our campaigns do not seem to be too effective. Maybe we need more effective copy. "Pandu Cermat Jiwa Selamat" and "Ingatlah Orang Yang Tersayang" fell on deaf ears. This Raya, we have more deaths on the road than the previous years. Maybe those unfortunate Malaysians do not value their life  and/or do not have loved ones that they need to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dengue, the campaign is going on with as much success as the road safety campaign. Our posters are straight-forward:&lt;br /&gt;Hapuskan Nyamok Aedes or something to that effect. I could not get a copy of a poster on the Net. I did get some that were used in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw6eBrMkYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/y6HPPXFBJn8/s1600-h/Dengue+NEA0081TDY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw6eBrMkYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/y6HPPXFBJn8/s400/Dengue+NEA0081TDY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385243541948371330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw6EQQsJLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LevitJoUkSo/s1600-h/DEngue+NEA+Bus+Visual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw6EQQsJLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LevitJoUkSo/s400/DEngue+NEA+Bus+Visual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385243099187127474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This banner that I spotted along Marine Parade is gentler than those above but heartfelt nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw5arwXn1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/23gm4UUd4xs/s1600-h/DengueBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw5arwXn1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/23gm4UUd4xs/s400/DengueBanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385242385013251922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The copywriter crafted more words for the Dengue Campaign. Go to his &lt;a href="http://heartsell.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to feast on the clever words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2844818174795132414?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2844818174795132414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2844818174795132414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/09/persuasions.html' title='PERSUASIONS'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Srw6eBrMkYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/y6HPPXFBJn8/s72-c/Dengue+NEA0081TDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2637076617496083074</id><published>2009-09-19T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:20:21.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selamat Hari Raya'/><title type='text'>Selamat Raya Posa &amp; Raya Nang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We left beloved Ramadhan and we welcome Joyous Syawal. To the handful of followers of this blog, my sincerest Aidilfitri wishes. May the blessings of Allah come your way. Amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=5,0,0,0" width="550" height="400" id=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.123g.us/flash/CardShell.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ldrName=http://c.123g.us/flash/branded_loader.swf&amp;amp;crdName=http://i.123g.us/c/enov_hariraya/card/112003.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.123g.us/flash/CardShell.swf" quality="high" width="550" height="400" bgcolor="" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="ldrName=http://c.123g.us/flash/branded_loader.swf&amp;amp;crdName=http://i.123g.us/c/enov_hariraya/card/112003.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2637076617496083074?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2637076617496083074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2637076617496083074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-raya-posa-raya-nang.html' title='Selamat Raya Posa &amp; Raya Nang'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2756149301061769440</id><published>2009-09-07T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:03:24.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PVRTM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumah Seri Kenangan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ariff Shah'/><title type='text'>LOOKING UP A LOST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is something about Ramadhan that makes people more compassionate and caring. So it was with the new committee members of &lt;a href="http://veteranrtm.org/"&gt;RTM Veteran Association.&lt;/a&gt; When they heard of the plight of an old friend and colleague, they decided to collectively make a trip up north and visit him at &lt;a href="http://kebajikan.perak.gov.my/jkm_stackpage.php?n=galeritai"&gt;Rumah Seri Kenangan&lt;/a&gt;, Taiping - a sanctuary run by the Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat. How and why their friend Ariff Shah landed in an old folk's home they do not know and they did not ask. Ariff himself did not volunteer any information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The friends do know that Ariff is taken care of. Rumah Seri Kenangan seems to be well-run. There is a clinic inside and the staff are friendly and seems to be a caring lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVTWzDYyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9fPFX9Khhx8/s1600-h/ariff%26aziz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVTWzDYyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9fPFX9Khhx8/s400/ariff%26aziz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377743589826847522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dato' Aziz and Ariff were in the same unit in RTM. They are good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVS1wGx9I/AAAAAAAAAps/KvZSaXsFq14/s1600-h/ariffshah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVS1wGx9I/AAAAAAAAAps/KvZSaXsFq14/s400/ariffshah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377743580956116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariff already lost most of his hair while still in service. His teeth are still good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVSaygszI/AAAAAAAAApk/FRq8-Nbcqyo/s1600-h/groupshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVSaygszI/AAAAAAAAApk/FRq8-Nbcqyo/s400/groupshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377743573718446898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A group photo with the Director of the home, Puan Ummi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariff is a pale shadow of the debonair, dashing colleague that the friends knew. Although he did not lose much weight, he lost a bit of his memory. He stared into faces trying to rummage through his mind the names that go with the faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends handed over some raya gifts for Ariff as well as for the rest of the inmates.&lt;br /&gt;As they were leaving and waving goodbye to Ariff, many had the same thought in their head:&lt;br /&gt;"There for the Grace of God goes I".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2756149301061769440?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2756149301061769440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2756149301061769440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-up-lost-friend.html' title='LOOKING UP A LOST FRIEND'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SqGVTWzDYyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9fPFX9Khhx8/s72-c/ariff%26aziz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-4108874455078755051</id><published>2009-08-24T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:36:08.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seoul Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pak Idrus'/><title type='text'>ON GETTING OLDER</title><content type='html'>Pak Idrus did not realize it but he sent something that is totally appropriate today when I turned 65:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone had to remind me, so I'm reminding you too. Don't&lt;br /&gt;laugh.....it is all true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perks of reaching 50 or being over 60 and heading towards 70!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. No one expects you to run--anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. People call at 9 pm and ask,"did I wake you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Things you buy now won't wear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. You can eat supper at  4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. You can live without sex but not your glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You sing along with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Your eyes won't get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national&lt;br /&gt;weather service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't&lt;br /&gt;remember them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You can't remember who sent you this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.And you notice these are all in Big Print for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Thank&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you Pak Idrus.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;As a birthday treat, on the way to sending Mimi back to UITM we had berbuka puasa at Seoul Garden, One Utama. This is one rare establishment where senior citizens get a 25% discount.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SpKx1XbrLUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cNR3oeMS9_o/s1600-h/discount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SpKx1XbrLUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cNR3oeMS9_o/s400/discount.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373552835787697474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I got my 25% discount but being a "Birthday Boy" I should have eaten free (together with 5 other people) Oh well, next year perhaps.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SpKx2KWOL-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/B-8_vgHx3_Y/s1600-h/mimi%26i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SpKx2KWOL-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/B-8_vgHx3_Y/s400/mimi%26i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373552849455034338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-4108874455078755051?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4108874455078755051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4108874455078755051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-getting-older.html' title='ON GETTING OLDER'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SpKx1XbrLUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cNR3oeMS9_o/s72-c/discount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-5625010421554105387</id><published>2009-07-19T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:19:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE CAPTAIN</title><content type='html'>When I read about the demise of Capt Yusoff's mother, I thought I would cheer him up by compiling a CD of Oslan Hussien's old songs in minang. When finished compiling and burning the CD, I asked Pak Idrus for the Capt's phone number. Pak Idrus sent me the Captain's email instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Pak Idrus phoned me  and told me about the passing of a dear blogger friend. It was confirmed at http://rockybru.com.my/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say except to recite the Al Fatihah for him and to convey my deepest condolonces to his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-5625010421554105387?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5625010421554105387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5625010421554105387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-captain.html' title='GOODBYE CAPTAIN'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-8793828766318220967</id><published>2009-06-29T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:13:56.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choralton'/><title type='text'>VOICES OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Voices of Hope" is the charity arm of the TTDI-based Young Choral Academy. So far they have staged performances to collect donations for Nanyang Press Foundation (the underprivileged and single mothers), Cyclone Nargis Relief Fund and the latest, Pusat Jagaan Kanak-Kanak Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people missed the delightful performances yesterday (Sunday 28th June). Not many people know of the Choralton. There wasn't enough publicity. Those that came to the Multipurpose Hall of SEGI University College, Kota Damansara yesterday mostly heard about the event through word of mouth. They were entertained by more than 300 singers comprising of preschool kids up to adults. Even the audience sang during a special singalong segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repertoire was eclectic. There were Malaysian patriotic songs totally different from what you hear on radio and TV, Japanese songs, Chinese songs and a tribute to P.Ramlee and Sudirman. There were choirs, duets and solos from 10 am to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SkhjuMojBNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jCGNBNT15c4/s1600-h/PartofYKLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SkhjuMojBNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jCGNBNT15c4/s400/PartofYKLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352637802446259410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part of the Young KL Singers delivering "Lagenda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Skhjtpa1ivI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oNm3C-p3siE/s1600-h/MIAChoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Skhjtpa1ivI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oNm3C-p3siE/s400/MIAChoir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352637792993512178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The biggest choir of the day from Malaysian Institute of Art with Ms Susana Saw conducting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In spite of the lack of publicity, Choralton managed to collect RM12,000 for a good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-8793828766318220967?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8793828766318220967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8793828766318220967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices-of-hope.html' title='VOICES OF HOPE'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SkhjuMojBNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jCGNBNT15c4/s72-c/PartofYKLS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2136252233397320476</id><published>2009-06-16T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:30:35.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closeups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympus E500'/><title type='text'>CLOSEUPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I suggested to &lt;a href="http://idrus.blogspot.com"&gt;Pak Idrus&lt;/a&gt; that he gets a Macro lens for his Nikon DSLR, I was already contemplating on getting one for my Olympus E500. Alas, Mimi's scholarship did not come so I had to adjust my budget accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get my Macro lens, I had to prevent my Olympus from getting depressed due to inferiority complex. Luckily the Olympus E500 has a close up mode which is sort of a replacement for the Macro lens in a pinch. Here are the results of the shots I took today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUU_p0yzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qo7ymM8wgAg/s1600-h/garlic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUU_p0yzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qo7ymM8wgAg/s400/garlic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347835802186730290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is something a vampire-hunter should not be without - a clove of garlic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUUvJyrsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/6TamCdKioV4/s1600-h/longlifeorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUUvJyrsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/6TamCdKioV4/s400/longlifeorange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347835797757406914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This mandarin orange came during Chinese New Year. It really has a long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUUX8DI2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/AyKr8NcbLQw/s1600-h/rosebuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUUX8DI2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/AyKr8NcbLQw/s400/rosebuds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347835791525749602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosebuds in the bouquet that Mimi got from an admirer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dew is artificial, the flowers are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2136252233397320476?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2136252233397320476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2136252233397320476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/06/closeups.html' title='CLOSEUPS'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SjdUU_p0yzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qo7ymM8wgAg/s72-c/garlic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-3602164069369335219</id><published>2009-06-07T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:14:18.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetened Condensed Milk'/><title type='text'>SUSU KENTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have ranted about the shortage of sweetened condensed milk as early as August 2007. You might want to visit it &lt;a href="http://bustamann.blogspot.com/2007/08/susususu.html"&gt;here .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not understand why Sweetened Condensed Milk is not available in Malaysia. After making do with black coffee for a while, I got my sweetened condensed  milk from Singapore and Indonesia. Do tell your friends/relatives coming from those places that they will not be allowed to hand-carry the milk on the plane. Check them in together with the checked baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For susu pekat manis addicts without relatives or pliable friends travelling overseas, there is good news. There is a shop in Jalan Chow Kit importing Susu Kental Manis Indomilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sitk7NAzs9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/TCNhyNgViJM/s1600-h/IndomilkPutih.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sitk7NAzs9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/TCNhyNgViJM/s400/IndomilkPutih.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476351073334226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The regular white version is sold at RM 3.90 per tin while the chocolate version is cheaper. So diehard condensed milk lovers, make your way to MK Toys and Snacks shop and ask for Ms.Lee. If you cannot locate the shop, call her at 03-2693 6328 for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-3602164069369335219?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3602164069369335219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3602164069369335219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/06/susu-kental.html' title='SUSU KENTAL'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sitk7NAzs9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/TCNhyNgViJM/s72-c/IndomilkPutih.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2679773765400112777</id><published>2009-06-01T12:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:16:26.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vista Angkasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gondolas'/><title type='text'>THE PAINT JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the residents of Vista Angkasa, the scruffiest condominium along the Federal Highway, the best thing to happen this year was the PM's visit to the place during his first week of becoming PM. I was not around during this visit but I was glad that the PM ordered the place to be repainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week of May, they started the paint job. Instead of using the old-fashioned bamboo scaffoldings, the contractor uses electric gondolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdkF1JTnI/AAAAAAAAAns/kLxl6y6wBKM/s1600-h/VAPainting01a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdkF1JTnI/AAAAAAAAAns/kLxl6y6wBKM/s400/VAPainting01a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216457613299314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One side of Block 7 is cleaned using water jet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdWQUk3nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gAacqejLjOw/s1600-h/VAPainting01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdWQUk3nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gAacqejLjOw/s400/VAPainting01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216219911315058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdLfubhwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/3OXQbn85T90/s1600-h/VAPainting02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdLfubhwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/3OXQbn85T90/s400/VAPainting02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216035067725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...before one coat of paint is applied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The painters take long and frequent rests between jobs. At the moment, I have not seen them touching any of the blocks. The gondolas are on the ground. It has been days of no activity. I just hope that the buildings are repainted in time for Hari Raya. I guess if we can wait for 12 years for the paint job, we can wait for a few more weeks. Amin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2679773765400112777?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2679773765400112777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2679773765400112777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/06/paint-job.html' title='THE PAINT JOB'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SiNdkF1JTnI/AAAAAAAAAns/kLxl6y6wBKM/s72-c/VAPainting01a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-4857519331299297109</id><published>2009-05-25T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:10:49.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadband'/><title type='text'>BROADBAND BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Mimi went off to UiTM on Saturday, she took along the Maxis Broadband modem that her Kak Long gave us. So I had to find a broadband service to continue surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted P1 Wimax but my area was not covered. I compared Digi and Celcom. Digi gave a bigger monthly download limit of 10 GB, double that of Celcom. Celcom do offer a Daily Unlimited Plan but the salesman could not explain how the plan works. So I went to a Digi outlet in MidValley. Unfortunately, they ran out of modems so I had to look for another outlet. The nearest is at Bangsar. A few nights ago, there was a temporary stand selling Digi Broadband outside the mamak restaurant. I asked the salesperson whether I can download torrents with Digi. The salesperson did'nt know what torrents are. In the permanent Digi shop, I made sure that there are modems available before giving my ic card to start the registration process. I was lucky that the salesperson is a thorough person. He checked the Digi coverage. He told me that there is coverage in my area but when he saw my address on my ic card, he told me that coverage is up to 4th floor only and I am on the 12th floor. Dang! I thought that the higher I am from the ground, the better the reception is. Is the Digi transponder or transmitter in my area right at sea-level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice left but to go for Celcom Broadband. So immediately after saying goodbye to Mimi who is going to me proud at UiTM, I rushed to Digital Mall. The Blue Cube outlet ran out of modems too. Broadband is doing a roaring business huh? While walking to the car which was in front of the Maybank, I saw a Celcom stand. They have modems. So I got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and excitedly plug in the modem to surf but I could not get any network. My account was not activated yet. When I phoned the salesperson who sold me the modem, he told me that I have to wait until Monday to have connection. I got my connection past 6 pm today. What took them so long? Celcom trumpeted that they are the fastest but their dealer's service is real slow. It was only after threats of sending back the modem that they rushed to activate my account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-4857519331299297109?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4857519331299297109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4857519331299297109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/05/broadband-blues.html' title='BROADBAND BLUES'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-4984994765237646008</id><published>2009-05-13T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:43:10.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1Malaysia'/><title type='text'>THE ROAD TO 1MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The road to 1Malaysia would be shorter when&lt;br /&gt;- People do not grumble that there are no cabinet ministers from their state. Aren't ministers supposed to serve all Malaysians? Is there a difference if they come from Perlis, Perak or Pahang?&lt;br /&gt;-When Amanah Saham is offered to ALL Malaysians, some people demanded that a portion is allocated to their ethnic group. Just go and buy. What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;-All interviewees on TV speak Bahasa Malaysia on BM news bulletins. And proper BM too. Stop using "mereka-mereka". How long have you been a citizen of this country? In other countries like the US, you have to pass an exam to be a citizen and that includes understanding and speaking the official language.&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone ACCEPTS the diversity of the population and not just tolerates. There is a limit to tolerance. There is no longer a limit when you accept. So, DBKL stop making a fuss about temples burning incense just as non-Muslims should stop complaining about the azan. Understand and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course more. I am sure you can add your own to the list. Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-4984994765237646008?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4984994765237646008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4984994765237646008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-to-1malaysia.html' title='THE ROAD TO 1MALAYSIA'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-3030372504214693889</id><published>2009-04-28T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:59:50.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers Dinner'/><title type='text'>THE DINNER AT SERI MELAYU</title><content type='html'>I was invited to dinner hosted by Dato' Seri Utama Dr. Rais Yatim not because I am a prominent and influential blogger. I was there, I think because I attended Language Institute together with Dr. Rais and he was my minister in 1980. His wife, Datin Masnah was once our artist at Radio Pendidikan in her bachelor days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of feeling under the weather I decided not to miss the event. I am glad I did not because I got to meet up with old bloggers like Pak Idrus and Capt Yusoff as well as the younger ones like Rocky, Noraina, Elvisa and Ruby. There were of course famous and inflential bloggers present such as Dato' Kadir Jasin, Nobisha, A Voice, Mahaguru and Syed of Outsyed The Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, the company, excellent. I got to pick the brain of Dato' Dr. Halim of MCMC who kindly volunteered to look into my phone line problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SfapC0JrWjI/AAAAAAAAAms/T6WUqfU5NUg/s1600-h/PakIdrusValentinoDrHalim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SfapC0JrWjI/AAAAAAAAAms/T6WUqfU5NUg/s400/PakIdrusValentinoDrHalim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329633074863626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak Idrus giving Valentino and Dr. Halim his opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sfao4lVqGAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZQ2PUoTEUfU/s1600-h/CaptYusoof%26Syed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/Sfao4lVqGAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZQ2PUoTEUfU/s400/CaptYusoof%26Syed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632899088652290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend Capt.Yusoff with Syed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SfaotSe1SZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/f3HldyveT-M/s1600-h/DSUtamaDrRais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SfaotSe1SZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/f3HldyveT-M/s400/DSUtamaDrRais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632705048299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dato' Seri Utama Dr. Rais Yatim giving his speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did not take that many pictures, being stoned by my medication most of the evening. I tool a lift home from Capt. Yusoff. I think the walk to to parking lot put a strain on my muscles that night and added more days to the recovery. But I think It was worth all the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-3030372504214693889?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3030372504214693889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3030372504214693889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinner-at-seri-melayu.html' title='THE DINNER AT SERI MELAYU'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SfapC0JrWjI/AAAAAAAAAms/T6WUqfU5NUg/s72-c/PakIdrusValentinoDrHalim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-7124809224705460004</id><published>2009-04-14T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:40:16.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s philosophy'/><title type='text'>WATCH AND WONDER</title><content type='html'>I want to share a Power Point presentation with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_1284011"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/Pokku/my-favorite-philosophy-1284011?type=presentation" title="My Favorite Philosophy"&gt;My Favorite Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=myfavoritephilosophy-090413233255-phpapp01&amp;amp;stripped_title=my-favorite-philosophy-1284011"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=myfavoritephilosophy-090413233255-phpapp01&amp;amp;stripped_title=my-favorite-philosophy-1284011" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/Pokku"&gt;Pokku&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who the author is. If this is your work, do come in and take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dato' Abdullah for sharing this with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-7124809224705460004?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7124809224705460004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7124809224705460004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-and-wonder.html' title='WATCH AND WONDER'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-2145602314944685300</id><published>2009-03-30T13:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:54:12.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two-legged dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbGTXmwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FcMJOZKqQQI/s1600-h/Faith01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbGTXmwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FcMJOZKqQQI/s400/Faith01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318846183472864002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith is something that drives you to doggedly do something in spite of the odds. I guess the 13 Independent candidates in the Bukit Selambau By-Election have plenty of faith. After all, nobody goes into a fight intending to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post today will not be about politics or running dogs. It is about a real dog and about faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;This is 'Faith'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;This dog was born on Christmas Eve in the year 2002. He was born with 3  legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal front leg which need to be  amputated. He of course could not walk when he was born. Even his mother  did not want him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbNIVnAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/XWZo3EADz7w/s1600-h/Faith02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbNIVnAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/XWZo3EADz7w/s400/Faith02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318846185305644034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His first owner also did not think that he  can survive. Therefore, he was thinking of 'putting him to  sleep'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By this time, his present owner, Jude Stringfellow, met him and wanted  to take care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is determined to teach and train this dog to walk by himself.  Therefore she named him  'Faith'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbAPftaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-MpuRS-M8IM/s1600-h/Faith03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbAPftaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-MpuRS-M8IM/s400/Faith03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318846181846005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the beginning, she put Faith on a  surfing board to let him feel the movements. Later she used peanut  butter on  a spoon as a lure and reward for him to stand up and jump around. Even  the other dog at home also helped to  encourage him to walk. Amazingly, only after 6 months, like a miracle,  Faith learned to balance on his 2 hind legs  and jumped to move forward. After further training in the snow, he now  can walk like a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks, whenever you think that the world is coming to an end and things look lost, think of Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dato' Abdullah for emailing me this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-2145602314944685300?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2145602314944685300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/2145602314944685300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SdBWbGTXmwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FcMJOZKqQQI/s72-c/Faith01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-5847472068216680534</id><published>2009-03-23T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:20:57.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have been watching National Geographic Channel or other channels on Astro you might have seen various ads on the forthcoming Earth Day 2009 on March 28th. On this day, you are urged to join million others to switch off your light from 8.30pm to 9.30pm to reduce &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/archana1372/28-march-earth-hour?type=presentation"&gt;Global Warming.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have read that some Malaysian corporations such as TNB and NST are supporting this effort, I am not sure if Kuala Lumpur is joining 680 other cities worldwide by switching off all the city lights on March 28. You need not wait for Kuala Lumpur to make her decision. You can switch off your own lights from 8.30 pm to 9.30 pm on that night.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for one hour in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that electricity will still be available so TV can be on. Just do not tune in to NatGeo during that hour. They will be suspending transmission. How I wish all other channels follow suit. So what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;If you are somewhere close to a beach, go take a nice walk. If you are in the city, it is not advisable to take a walk in the dark. The city nowadays are dangerous even if it is not dark. So stay home. Tell a story or listen to a story or many stories. If you have someone to cuddle with, by all means cuddle up. That would make an hour go by pleasantly.&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me what else can you do for one hour in the dark while helping to save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-5847472068216680534?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5847472068216680534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/5847472068216680534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='EARTH HOUR 2009'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-3951857503884536103</id><published>2009-03-16T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:22:33.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malapropism'/><title type='text'>MRS. MALAPROP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My youngest daughter Mimi was warned about the evils the city can bring. She was told to be "More absorbent". Of course Mimi knew that the speaker meant "observant".&lt;br /&gt;This kind of brain fart is known as malapropism where a wrong word that sounds very much like the right word is used with comic effect. The root word is the French "malapropos" meaning "inappropriate" or "inappropriately". Richard Sheridan named one of his characters in his play "The Rivals" Mrs. Malaprop with lines like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He is the very &lt;i&gt;pineapple&lt;/i&gt; of politeness."&lt;br /&gt;"as headstrong as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allegory &lt;/span&gt;on the banks of the Nile."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before "The Rivals", Shakespeare had a character called Constable Dogberry in "Much Ado About Nothing":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...you shall &lt;i&gt;comprehend&lt;/i&gt; all &lt;i&gt;vagrom&lt;/i&gt; men..." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;apprehend&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;vagrant&lt;/i&gt;; Act 3, Scene III)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Comparisons are &lt;i&gt;odorous&lt;/i&gt;." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;odious&lt;/i&gt;; Act 3, Scene V)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Our watch, sir, have indeed &lt;i&gt;comprehended&lt;/i&gt; two &lt;i&gt;auspicious&lt;/i&gt; persons." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;apprehended&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;suspicious&lt;/i&gt;; Act 3, Scene V)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus another word for malapropism is dogberryism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapropism is used to great effect in TV. Archie Bunker (remember him?) in "All In The Family" made many people laugh when he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I've gotta &lt;i&gt;consecrate&lt;/i&gt; myself on this newspaper."&lt;br /&gt;"Patience is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"A witness shall not bear &lt;i&gt;falsies&lt;/i&gt; against thy neighbor."&lt;br /&gt;"groin-acologist" for "gynecologist"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Why not? Play captains against each other, create a little &lt;i&gt;dysentery&lt;/i&gt; in the ranks."&lt;br /&gt;(Christopher Moltisanti in &lt;i&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There's no &lt;i&gt;stigmata&lt;/i&gt; connected with going to a shrink."&lt;br /&gt;(Little Carmine in &lt;i&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The &lt;i&gt;ironing&lt;/i&gt; is delicious." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;irony&lt;/i&gt;) - Bart Simpson, after finding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-redirect" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in detention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because I like you, I'll even do it &lt;i&gt;pro boner&lt;/i&gt;." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;pro bono&lt;/i&gt;) - Bart Simpson agreeing to help Seymour Skinner with his love life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course there are unintentional malapropism in real life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oftentimes, we live in a &lt;i&gt;processed&lt;/i&gt; world, you know, people focus on the process and not results." (George W. Bush)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Republicans understand the importance of &lt;i&gt;bondage&lt;/i&gt; between a mother and child."  (Dan Quayle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I really dig Hannibal. Hannibal had real guts. He rode elephants into &lt;i&gt;Cartilage&lt;/i&gt;." (i.e., &lt;i&gt;Carthage&lt;/i&gt;) — Mike Tyson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to home, a popular singer when asked what was her best facial feature answered "My nipples". (She meant dimples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is the answer a friend gave us when asked why he goes to the toilet so often:&lt;br /&gt;"It's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photostat&lt;/span&gt; problem lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now share your favourite malapropism, dogberryism or acyrologia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-3951857503884536103?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3951857503884536103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/3951857503884536103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrs-malaprop.html' title='MRS. MALAPROP'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-1641461366426142833</id><published>2009-03-09T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:29:06.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing things right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisherman'/><title type='text'>DOING THE RIGHT THING &amp; DOING THINGS RIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SbTZ2JYNVEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ydONASaMLxI/s1600-h/Lobinsin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SbTZ2JYNVEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ydONASaMLxI/s400/Lobinsin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311109384830276674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure whether the owner of this signboard did the right thing or whether he did things right. Robinson would be amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that many of you are not too amused by what is happening in the country lately. Let us take an example.When the "insulated box" was decreed, fishermen all over the country were far from amused. Consequently, when the price of fish went up, consumers were not amused until the Minister rescind the ruling, which is the right thing to do. Whose idea was it to specify the fish container in the first place? Is it terribly wrong for fishermen to transport their catch in barrels, plastic bags or wooden crates? They know best what is best for their livelihood. Maybe the authority concerned thought that it is the right thing to introduce new methods. Maybe the intention is good. They forgot that the road to hell is paved with good intentions and the fishermen gave them hell indeed. Lessons learnt I hope. Do things right. Think thoroughly. Research and research again. When you think you did the right thing, stick to it. Do not flip-flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that you are doing the right thing? First, you have to believe that what you are doing is right. Then you convince others with facts and figures that you are on the right track. Sane and reasonable people will agree with you and you will have less problems afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think of many other instances where people in the administration are not doing the right thing or not doing things right. Once upon a time, the government thought that people involved in village handicraft should also be taught a bit of bookkeeping to keep track of profits and losses etc. In one village in Sarawak, one old Dayak lady was reluctantly inducted into one of the courses. At the end of the course, the course leader asked her whether she understood what "debit" is. This was her reply:&lt;br /&gt;"I know Debit. He is my second grandson. His brother is Michael."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-1641461366426142833?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1641461366426142833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1641461366426142833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-right-thing-doing-things-right.html' title='DOING THE RIGHT THING &amp; DOING THINGS RIGHT'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SbTZ2JYNVEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ydONASaMLxI/s72-c/Lobinsin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-682868617702918211</id><published>2009-03-02T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:20:17.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economic stimulus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topless coffeeshops'/><title type='text'>BOOBS WITH YOUR BREW?</title><content type='html'>Mr. Crabtree found a way to cope with tough times by opening a topless coffee shop, Read more &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/US/02/27/topless.coffee.shop/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the venture is successful. Mr.Crabtree did not wait for any economic stimulus but stimulated his customers instead. Would our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiams &lt;/span&gt;follow suit? I doubt it. I would not want to drink my Hai Peng  coffee and bite into my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; roti kawin&lt;/span&gt; after catching sight of the waiter's armpit hair and there are laws on public nudity in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us leave the topless stuff to clandestine bars and karaokes and let us see how the stimulus packages can help our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiams&lt;/span&gt;, other businesses and their customers (which include us).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-682868617702918211?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/682868617702918211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/682868617702918211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/03/boobs-with-your-brew.html' title='BOOBS WITH YOUR BREW?'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-1173472317262903155</id><published>2009-02-23T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:33:48.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pdf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free ebooks'/><title type='text'>FREE READS</title><content type='html'>Go to any big bookstores and you will find people in the reading rooms or on the floor reading books that are not wrapped in cellophane. You can do the same in libraries.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a speed-reader but want a free read, why not try ebooks? There are free ebooks that you can read on your pc, laptop, pda or on some mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebooks or electronic books come in various formats. Those that can be read online are mostly in html formats. Some are  pdf (Portable Document Format) files that can be read on your browsers if you have Acrobat Reader© installed. You can also save pdf files. There are also ebooks that come in .exe files. They are self-contained and ready to read although I would advise caution when opening any .exe files. Check for virus, worms and spyware. Anyway, the pages that offer free ebooks will tell you if you need a software to read the books. The software needed is usually offered free. Of course, if you are well-heeled you can also opt for the many &lt;a href="http://e-bookreaders.co.uk/"&gt;dedicated ebook reader machines&lt;/a&gt; that you can take everywhere. For people already with iPods, pda or sophisticated phones, I do not think you should spend more money buying the ebook hardware, buy the not-free ebooks instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you expect from free books? Plenty. If you browse the links I am giving you at the end of this post, you can see that many subjects are covered. Go browse while I try to get used to Sir Richard Burton's translation of "1001 Nights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I do not have to lick my fingers to turn the pages on my ancient Zire 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-ebooks.net/"&gt;http://www.free-ebooks.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;http://www.gutenberg.org/wiki/Main_Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-book.com.au/freebooks.htm"&gt;http://www.e-book.com.au/freebooks.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeebooks.info/"&gt;http://www.freeebooks.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebookdirectory.com/"&gt;http://www.ebookdirectory.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getfreeebooks.com/"&gt;http://www.getfreeebooks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ereader.com/"&gt;http://www.ereader.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-1173472317262903155?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1173472317262903155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/1173472317262903155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-reads.html' title='FREE READS'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-8388076009169850953</id><published>2009-02-19T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:37:25.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>MORE MONEY</title><content type='html'>Hackneyed or cliched they may be, these words have truth in them and should be remembered by us all. Those that worship money should commit &lt;a href="http://veteranrtm.org/Money.ppsx"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;hese words (in addition to their bank account numbers) to memory.&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for the slides to load. Click for the next slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="player" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.authorstream.com/player/player.swf?p=153413_633705962951898750"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.authorstream.com/player/player.swf?p=153413_633705962951898750" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uploaded on authorSTREAM by &lt;a href="http://www.authorstream.com/User-Presentations/Pokku/" target="_blank" title="More presentations by Pokku on authorSTREAM"&gt;Pokku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-8388076009169850953?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8388076009169850953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8388076009169850953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-money.html' title='MORE MONEY'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-7288881314285667831</id><published>2009-02-16T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:18:53.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BNM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merdeka Bonds'/><title type='text'>MONEY,MONEY,MONEY</title><content type='html'>Unlike some people that can get lots of cash just by switching camps, mere mortals like us have to get money the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Senior Citizens, Bank Negara Malaysia (Malaysia's Central Bank) will be issuing The 2009 MERDEKA BONDS very very soon. If you missed the announcement, go &lt;a href="https://secure.bnm.gov.my/index.php?ch=8&amp;amp;pg=14&amp;amp;ac=1752&amp;amp;lang=bm&amp;amp;print=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read (and print) the Press Release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 18th of February, go to your bank and apply. Please do not sneeze at the 5% annual dividend offered or the monthly amount that will be credited to your account. Even if you stepped on that amount of money on your morning walk, you would pick it up wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig up the stash from under your mattress or mistress (whichever is applicable) and go buy the bonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-7288881314285667831?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7288881314285667831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7288881314285667831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/moneymoneymoney.html' title='MONEY,MONEY,MONEY'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-8754350461068649862</id><published>2009-02-09T01:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:13:16.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pak Idrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaharan'/><title type='text'>TEA ON THAIPUSAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While devotees thronged Batu Caves on Sunday, I made my way to Ampang Jaya to meet Zaharan Razak, a &lt;a href="http://zveloyak.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; and a fellow Terengganunian. Zaharan rode his new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kapchai&lt;/span&gt; ( that's a small Honda bike, Louis) all the way from Kuala Ibai to KL and &lt;a href="http://idrus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pak Idrus&lt;/a&gt; invited him to tea. Pak Idrus invited a few other bloggers as well but they could not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They missed the scones. Yes, genuine English scones with butter and jam, No crumpets or strumpets but Pak Idrus also laid out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wajik,&lt;/span&gt; fried noodles, fruits and my&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z8tyUyZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aC0suFjH7qo/s1600-h/teaspread.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;all-time favourite, caramel custard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z8tyUyZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aC0suFjH7qo/s1600-h/teaspread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z8tyUyZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aC0suFjH7qo/s400/teaspread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483817311881618" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z0yF6yVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-clolm-pDzY/s1600-h/caramelcustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z0yF6yVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-clolm-pDzY/s400/caramelcustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483681028852050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caramel Custard for dentally challenged dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pak Idrus is bent on collecting as many gadgets as he can. So far he has 2 laptops, 1 Netbook. pdaphones and a new Nikon DSLR. After Zaharan did justice to the scones, Pak Idrus  fired up his brand-new Toshiba laptop and buzzed a blogger friend in Seattle via Skype. Even though it was the wee hours of the morning in Seattle, &lt;a href="http://louis-hopscotch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louis &lt;/a&gt;sounded cheerful on the mike and he looked cheerful and friendly on the screen. All three of us chatted with Louis. I am surprised that he reads my blog (Di Bawah Rang Ikang Kering). I would be even more surprised if Louis understand most of the patois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8ZuMtxEEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oDHK4T1kdu8/s1600-h/videochatting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8ZuMtxEEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oDHK4T1kdu8/s400/videochatting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483567916224578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis on line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pak Idrus would not let me go home but wanted me to have dinner with him first. He took Zaharan and I to Cozy House at Great Eastern Mall. The place was packed but we were lucky to get a table where Pak Idrus resumed his discourse on various topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8ZkNwvb8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/bwsZHZUoaLI/s1600-h/thinkdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8ZkNwvb8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/bwsZHZUoaLI/s400/thinkdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483396398444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak Idrus wanted to think. Zaharan wanted his dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Za5w8QVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FkX6U4jGM3k/s1600-h/teainabottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Za5w8QVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FkX6U4jGM3k/s400/teainabottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483236411752786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the topic of the conversation during dinner was the breakdown of taboos for the sake of marketing. You know what I mean - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kway teow &lt;/span&gt;served in wok and drinks served in jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back in time to watch the second half of the Arsenal-Spurs match. In spite of the score line, it was a nice evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-8754350461068649862?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/feeds/8754350461068649862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9778001&amp;postID=8754350461068649862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8754350461068649862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/8754350461068649862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/tea-on-thaipusam.html' title='TEA ON THAIPUSAM'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgaI-Ig_MKg/SY8Z8tyUyZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aC0suFjH7qo/s72-c/teaspread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-577366643332556214</id><published>2009-02-04T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:29:26.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World numbers'/><title type='text'>WE HAVE THE NUMBERS</title><content type='html'>I hope I am not attracting 4-Digit punters to this blog. You know who they are. They are the ones slowing down traffic on our highways and byways not to help unfortunate motorists but to jot down the vehicle's numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers I am giving you today are statistics that you might not be aware of and once known hopefully will make you think deep and and long thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.worldometers.info/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dato' Abdullah Mohamad for the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-577366643332556214?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/577366643332556214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/577366643332556214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-numbers.html' title='WE HAVE THE NUMBERS'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-4342276360998596453</id><published>2009-02-01T14:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:20:13.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery rhyme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toma&apos;ninah'/><title type='text'>AN "A" FOR DEFECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a naive non-partisan senile old man, I am a little bit amused at the media's (old and new, mainstream, upstream and downstream) preoccupation with members of political parties changing horses abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defectors are labelled weak, traitors, Judas, ingrates, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katak &lt;/span&gt;and other uncomplimentary names by the abandoned party while being hailed as a hero, principled, patriot or whatever else by their new bedfellows. Now, for would be defectors, let an old man give you unsolicited advice. Do not ask me if I have ever defected. I do not have a political party. I haven't died either so would that disqualify me from advising you about dying? If dying is too morbid for you, let us go to the opposite side. Birth. One of my daughter's gynae never got pregnant but he gets money giving advice to pregnant people. Ok, now that you get my drift let us get on with this defection thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For would be defectors, the English nursery rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and Stones&lt;br /&gt;Will Break My Bones&lt;br /&gt;But Names Will Never Hurt Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is good to repeat to yourself unless they really start to throw sticks, stones, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terompah &lt;/span&gt;and other missiles. When that happens, you either recall your silat/kungfu/kalari payat lessons on evasive moves or locate the fattest cat in your new-found group to hide behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a better way though. I shall call this the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toma'ninoh &lt;/span&gt;way. I shall not explain what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toma'ninoh&lt;/span&gt; is simply because I am on a borrowed wireless broadband which has the habit of disconnecting me at irritating intervals. The less I stay online, the safer. If you are not familiar with the word, go get a Muslim worth his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pioh lembik&lt;/span&gt; to elaborate. The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; toma'ninoh&lt;/span&gt; way is to do it in stages. If you change your mind in politics or have your mind changed for you because of your principles (assuming you have some to begin with) do not switch parties immediately. No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toma'ninoh&lt;/span&gt; there. If you cannot reconcile your principles to what your party is doing or subscribing to, you speak your mind. No go? Resign. You cannot beat them, leave them. Join another party to continue your struggle after taking the time to identify which party suits your objectives best. People have short memory. Give them time to forget. Of course you cannot apply this if the repossessors are at your electric gate waiting to take your SUV away. If you change parties for monetary gains, you deserve all the contempts you can get, including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For political parties suffering defections present and future, here is my 2 sen. Get an "A" and put it in defection. You get defecation. No defecation and you are not regular. Waste must be discharged at regular intervals otherwise you get constipated and lose elections. So let the other side have the shit. Do not blame me for bringing the toilet into this but I read a politician writing in his blog that leaders are elected in the loo.  Isn't "purge" a political term too? Chew on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am using IntenseDebate commenting widget for the first time. If you cannot get the comment icon/link to work, try clicking on the Links To This Post. Otherwise just email me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-4342276360998596453?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4342276360998596453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/4342276360998596453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/02/a-for-defection.html' title='AN &quot;A&quot; FOR DEFECTION'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-7224736183838245768</id><published>2009-01-30T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:58:53.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apocryphalist. Kijang Mas'/><title type='text'>MASYAALLAH! A CLASSIC COMMENT</title><content type='html'>Recently I was pointed to an extremely well written blog &lt;a href="http://deminegara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Demi Negara&lt;/a&gt; written by Kijang Mas. Go read it if you haven't done so already. As usual, excellent blogs will have their share of excellent commentators and Demi Negara gave us many commentators who argued well. Among them is  Apocryphalist (look up the meaning and smile) who responded to a "Richard Cranium" who supported the idea of using the word "Allah" in the Bible. Read part of the retort (unedited):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well anyway Dick, you wanna put “Allah” in your bible huh? Sure why not. Can you write a petition too that each and every Bible in the world, right from the Coptic gospels in North Africa, to each RSV copy in the European countries, the testaments used by the Eastern Orthodox churches, the numerous King James issues everywhere else, and all the different kinds of gospels that the Vatican keep, both the ones made public plus the ones that are not, be made to have “Allah” in them too? I am sure the Pope would be happy to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that? Oh you want to put Allah ONLY in the areas where there are only malay populations! Ah I see. In other words you want to mislead and convert. Well that’s a tad difficult, Dicky boy. You see, if you really believe that Allah is the name of God in the bible then I am sure that the Pope and the numerous DD’s in America and Europe would have put it there too. But you see, they don’t! They just wanna put it there in the case of the Malaysian and Indonesian audience for one and ONLY one purpose: to hopefully mislead the malays into thinking that they are all the saaaaame, anyway. That’s easier for the purpose of conversion, you see. Let’s not beat around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s where the problem is, Rick old man. The entity called “Allah” as mentioned in the Qur’an is NOT the same as the entity “God” in your bible. What do you mean of course they are. Of course they are not! Why? Simply because … the word “God” does not mean “Allah”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a description. A depiction of a mighty being. Allah is a NAME of a mighty being. The difference? Simple. I tabulate here that simplicity:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base :: In Bible/other Literature :: In Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base Noun :: God :: Allah&lt;br /&gt;Plurality :: Gods :: None&lt;br /&gt;Gender :: Goddess:: None&lt;br /&gt;GenderPlurality ::Goddesses:: None&lt;br /&gt;Sub-entities:: Godlings::None&lt;br /&gt;Others :: Godlingettes :: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Dicky Ricky, we can also associate or attach verbs and adjectives to the word God but not to the word Allah. The verbs [Godly, Godliness, Godliest, Goddamn, Godforsaken] can therefore be translated to [Ter-Allah, Ke-Allah-an,Ter-Allah sekali, diCelakakan-Allah, diTinggalkan Allah]. Now if that doesn't sound ridiculous, I am the father of Prince William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ritchie, we must not also forget the world of Arts, Literature and Entertainment, where the usage of the word God, if catapulted to Allah, will … err… sound a bit less hollywoodish:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of a Lesser God (Film): Anak-anak dari Allah yang sedikit kureng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy novel): Allah bagi bende-bende yang kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Gods and Men (Star Trek drama) : Perihal Allah-Allah dan Manusia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chariots of the Gods (von Daniken book): Kereta-kereta kuda Allah-Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of the Machine (Isabel Patterson novel): Allah bagi Jentera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammer of the Gods (Led Zeppelin wanna-be band): Tukul Besi Allah-Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ishh. I takut thunderbolt strikes my head jer bila do these blasphemous translations!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Dicksie my man, I suggest that reaaaaaally the bible should adopt the name Allah in totality. And by that I mean the world over, not just for the Malaysian audience. Because the word God is not suitable at all. It can be freely used to describe objects other than divinity, and sometimes something just opposite to it:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods - Upper Seatings in a theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godland - Title of Comic Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ricardo dear, if there are sooooooooooooo many things that you can manipulate with the word God as used in the Bible that you can’t possibly do with the name Allah, to what purpose is it that you still want to translate that name for? Of course, if your bible writers now sincerely repent their ways and start to use Allah in ALL the copies of the bible in this world, we muslims are more than just happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah But these are just semantics. Word gymnastics. We are talking more about the entity that both Muslims and Christians agree as the creator of the heavens and the Earth. Surely you can’t be saying that these are two different entities? And if they aren’t, why can’t we use the same for both Bible and Qur’an?” Do I hear you say that Ritchie Rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first and foremost, are we REALLY talking about the same God now? The same Allah? Let’s see if they really are the same:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: Has a begotten Son&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Doesn’t have this feature&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: One of a Trio of Godhood&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Doesn’t have this feature&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: Vengeful&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Doesn’t have this feature&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: Jealous&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Nope&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: Prejudicial to women&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Nada&lt;br /&gt;God in the Bible: Racist to blacks&lt;br /&gt;Allah in the Quran: Uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you must not forget the other human qualities that this Deity has, as promulgated in the bible. That wrestling match God had will inspire more than just WWW’s The Rock. Don’t laugh, folks. The OT did mention that He came down, wrestled with Jacob and lost too. What, He couldn’t un-grip Jacob’s tiger-lock? And at the incident of that Canaa wedding, this God has a Son who tempelak his mum, the Mother of God, by saying “Woman! What have I to do with thee?”. Ish. Kalau my kid tempelak me like that I sure would have him tempeleng-ed. Ah, some divine family indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it is for THIS despicable nonconformity alone must the muslims, the malays in this country defend the sanctity and the purity of the name Allah that, if fell unto these biblical thumpers, can be sooooo much downgraded, so much disrespect, so much blasphemous and sooo much … ungodly that anyone reading it would lose total respect, admiration, adoration to this so sacred a divine concept! I am just afraid that no sooner than this downgrading of the divinity of Allah is done by mere translation by these bible preachers than Kiai Arshad Sarip of Ulu Bendul come out of retirement or Pak Aji Bahari from Bongek, Rembau takes his time out from herding his water buffaloes to chase these blasphemers away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be fair to our friend Ritchie Kitchie here, let’s tolak ansur okay. He wants to put the name Allah in the bible. Tell you what. I will help pulas the arms of our pak-pak lebai in JAKIM and let you do just that, Richard, provided the following declaration is written in front of each and every copy of the bible:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be it known here that the Allah mentioned in this here Bible is the same Allah as the one found in the Quran, and not a different Allah. And because of this, it goes without saying that whatever that Allah says in the Quran is True, especially in regards to Christianity, Jesus Christ and Mary without any false interpretations. It also follows that the Quranic verses (5.116), (61.6), (4.157), (4.171-173), (19.88-19.93) are true without the slightest doubt”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a twice-removed cousin who has a printing company doing Raya cards and Lumba kuda calenders, be happy to reprint all your bibles and include those statements for peanuts, if all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocryphalist.&lt;br /&gt;November 12, 2008 8:21 AM&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether Apocryphalist is a man or a woman although gender would not make the retort less pertinent. What I can gather is that he/she is knowledgeable not only on religions but also on Penang food. I would like to shake the hand that penned those arguments. I would also like to salam with Kijang Mas for such an excellent blog and for allowing me to reproduce  the comment above. I must also thank Pak Idrus, Pak Zawi and Mat Cendana for helping me get the permission. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih daun keladi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;UPDATE 31/01/09:&lt;br /&gt;Apocryphalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;expanded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;one of his points as a Guest Blogger on JEBAT MUST DIE. Go &lt;a href="http://jebatmustdie.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-7224736183838245768?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7224736183838245768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/7224736183838245768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/01/masyaallah-classic-comment.html' title='MASYAALLAH! A CLASSIC COMMENT'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778001.post-6448482977150869895</id><published>2009-01-26T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:28:59.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JARI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RTM Jazz Orchestra. ASWARA. Razak Rahman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yap Yen'/><title type='text'>ALL JAZZED UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine "Enjit Enjit Semut" or "Kopi Susu" as jazz? Imagine no more. Soon you can watch RTM Jazz Orchestra deliver these songs as well as other familiar numbers on RTM. Not sure which channel though. Most probably TV2. I hope advance publicity is given otherwise jazz fans will miss it, obliviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will surely be a treat. I was lucky enough to get an invitation to the recording last Saturday. It was a very enjoyable evening. I heard Razak Rahman again on the clarinet playing "Chendering". It instantly brought me back to the beach. Razak was not the only soloist to enrapture us that evening. There was Yap Yen who is a violinist with the bigger Orkes RTM. She delighted everyone when she jazzed up P.Ramlee's "Sang Rembulan" on the electric violin. Vanessa Mae better watch out!  Another soloist that stole our heart was Keiko, a superb flautist on "Nona Maria". Then there was Jaafar, commercially known as JARI who rocked the auditorium with "Samba Ria". Jaafar's mastery of the soprano saxophone would make fans of Kenny G change allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think playing the electric guitar is easy , try playing TWO electric guitars at the same time. That was what Sam Triggy did. This young man enthralled us with his rendition of "Getaran Jiwa", in jazz style of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future of music in Malaysia looked assured. I was reassured of that after watching and listening to the performance of the big band of ASWARA Faculty of Music. They even threw in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gamelan&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not spoil the fun by telling you everything. Wait and watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;(I am using IntenseDebate commenting widget for the first time. If you cannot get the comment icon to work, try clicking on the Links To This Post. Otherwise just email me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778001-6448482977150869895?l=pokku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/6448482977150869895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778001/posts/default/6448482977150869895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokku.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-jazzed-up.html' title='ALL JAZZED UP'/><author><name>Bustaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01453016305126377553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://veteranrtm.org/papa-1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
