The game of politics

It has rules that nobody knows what they are exactly. The aim is of course to win no matter what the outcome is. A truly notion of a win-win situation paradigm. The players are those with high ambitions and deep pockets. They have little interest in championing the true cause of the house but they fight furiously for the title and reputation that come with it. The game is played almost everywhere ; in the election, in the office, persatuan, schools, faculties, masjid and suraus, persatuan penduduk and the like. The format is exactly the same; the degree of consequences might differ but it bares the same footprint.

Maybe we all are aware of the politics of the day : the Barisan and the Pakatan games of politics. It’s mindboggling and could turn an average Malaysian into modern Frankerstein that master the art of mad science as well as the science of anal intercourse. When your child ask about what is anal intercourse (AI) then the best possible answer to that is …”wait until you get into politics son, then you will know”.

But the game has powerful impact. It could ruin the whole country when it is not played well. The mere act of switching sides could turn the game around and thus gives a grave impact on the state and the people in it. Is it fair to let these people play around with the life of the masses? The answer is not about game they play but who is playing and how it is played. Politics are part of our life; we just could not get away from it whether we like or not. People have opinions about things. We want to run our life according to these opinions that we understand are the right ones. At the same time there are other opinions from other people that run against ours. They want their set of opinions for their own bloody life. Both sides argue theirs are the right one for the land. So the game of politics begin. We play on the big field called election and sometime on the small field called by-election; with rules referred to as democracy. Everything seems okay until the time the game starts. When the sweat starts to drip off the chin; the real spirit strikes out with greed and self-centeredness. Everything goes as long as the game is won. Money and extortion are the weapons for the 11th hour. If that do not work than wet pussy will be on the menu. Nothing can beat that, can’t it?

We like this game because everybody can play. You won ,you’d get the land. What a handsome prize! Dirty tricks are common order of the game so the soft-hearted ones can just never dream to get into the game. Good players are those with faces thick like the Berlin wall, see nothing but opportunities, feel nothing but the spirit to win and fear no one until everyone is at his feet. Politicians are like that; but great politicians have something else---the charm and the energy to drive the inner self of everyone else to believe in him….as in Barack Obama .

The four shitheads in Perak (more here) have brought the game of politics to the lowest , dirtiest level imaginable. A sad story for Malaysian politics. They betrayed the people and breached all moral values for some worldly gains. The thing is that this is real , in your face and mine so whether we like or not, we have to face it. But if the people put them into that seat than through God's grace the power of the people will someday kick their ass out of that same seat. let's wait who will get the last laugh!

Friday the 13th

The phobia of Friday the 13th has a deep root in the western society. As described here.


The scariest movie of all(during that time ) But now we have even more scarier especially the Korean ones. aaarghhhh.....I hate scary movies...so takut.


Remember Freddy.


For me this Friday is the same as any other Friday in my life…with the yeeehhhaaa factor. Yeeehhhaaaa….the weekend is here!. In my hometown in Kelantan , Friday is a super special day, where the only legitimate activities to be held on this day are religious in nature. The streets are deserted in most places except around the morning market. There is one near my house (Wakaf Bharu) where things are sold dirt cheap.In Pasir Mas, things are even cheaper. I just could not understand how can they can make a living selling stuff with those prices. But then if you increase the price who are gonna buy your stuff. So every Friday after the Fajr prayers and morning kuliyyah people will throng the morning market to buy things. This will go on until noon when the men will start to prepare for Friday prayers. Everyone (the men) will go and listen to the sermon.

I still remember the Fridays when I was in a boarding school in Kelantan. Since there was no classes in this day, it was supposed to be fun but for me and the rest of my school mates Fridays were the-big-ass-days ….the inspection day. I remember to be so scary although I really had nothing to worry….you know being so naïve and innocent little boy. Early in the morning I would get up and get myself ready. The dorm leader had already assigned a task to get the room prepared for the inspection. You made your bed and lined your toothbrush, toothpaste and soap on a clean towel neatly on the bed . This is one thing that has become my habit until today; make my bed every morning before leaving the room. The shoes and uniform must be very neat and clean for the event. There was one senior in my dorm that had never done the things himself…and he would come around and forced the little ones( I was in Form One) to do the chores for him. He slept very late and got up very very late…..and on Friday that would mean very very bad for us. One Friday morning he got up late….it was almost the time to get ready; he called me up, went to him and “sembah” him and asked what does he want….pegi turun ambik nasi lemak dan telur rebus kat dewan, saya nak makan!…but it’s almost time ,I would not make it for the inspection, I argued with myself…..PEGI!(GO!) and gedebuk kena sepak… it was hopeless to argue with the animal such as this one so I went running down the stairs to the dining hall and got a plate of nasi lemak with that ugly looking sambal bilis and telur rebus with teh O. The time was almost up with a few minutes to spare. I gave him the plate; hey tunggu sini, nanti bawa balik turun ke dewan …. Yes he wanted me to wait for him like a dog and clean up after he had finished. If the warden saw this plate here we would be in a lot of trouble. The bell rang, it’s time to get ready, the warden would come around soon. And this guy still had not finished his nasi lemak. Huh ambik ni pegi bawa turun bawah…..I took the plate like a fcuking slave never looked straight to him and went away. I could not go down anymore because the stupid prefects would see me and asked a lot of ridiculous questions. Oh dear! now what?!….without much choice I slipped it under the table in the study room. I didn’t use the room so they could not possibly blame me or any of my friends; so I would be safe. I put down the thing and went back to my place.

Everyone would look nervous when the “entourage” approached the room. They all wore black shoes with hard sole; so would make that horrible knocking sound as they came nearer and nearer. The seniors would get very “pucat “ because they hid their cigarettes all over the dorm….in the shoes, behind the window frames …. And today they found a new place….inside my bloody pocket…..so naughty but very smart indeed. Nobody would suspect this innocent looking kid had a pack of Marlboro in his back pocket. I was okay but was very “pucat kesi” for being involved. I never smoked when I was in school. I guess “penakut” was the best word to describe why I did not do it. Everyone else seemed to try a few puff once in a while. I just did not do it…..until after the SPM .

Fridays were also the time to go outing to Kota Bharu. Usually we would go and just hung around the city with nothing to do (because we got money enough only for the bus fare back to school) and walked around the smelly market to kill the time.

OMG, I long for those Fridays, give me back my free-and-relax Fridays, please!

Sibangsat Yang Pulang

Berdekad yang lalu
Kita hanya mampu merempat
Tak layak mendongak mengamati ketinggian alam
Kita hanya tunduk ditelunjuk penjajah
Tak kuasa mengorek khazanah mukabumi

Kini sibangsat telah pulang
Meninggalkan tanah yang gersang
… Lombong-lombong yang kosong
… sawah-sawah yang kering kontang
… budaya bangsa yang usang
… semangat juang yang lekang
… dan anak-anak bangsa hilang

Kini sibangsat telah pulang
Di atas kehancuran pertiwi kita bina mercu kejayaan
Di atas kemusnahan tamaddun kita bangunkan bangsa gemilang
Di hujung penderitaan itu terpaku kebebasan dan keceriaan
Di sebalik kekalahan itu terbinanya kejayaan dan kemuliaan.

Kini sibangsat telah tiada
Kita bebas untuk bermadah
Merangkap pantun-pantun berkias
Marilah sama-sama kita berpuisi dan berlagu
Mencabar ketajaman minda
Menguji ilmu di dada

Bangunlah
Kini sibangsat tidak menganggu lagi
Bangunlah
Dari tidur mu semalam
Dari mimpi ngeri yang tak munkin berulang
Pagi yang indah sudah menyingsing
Sedia Mendengar seribu angan-angan


Marilah kita bina bangsa ini
Agar mampu mendongak melihat alam
Mendabik dada menyata rasa
Mendokong cita-cita

Marilah kita
Isi jiwa yang kosong
Dengan semangat juang yang
Tak basah dek hujan
Tak kering dek mentari
Kita tiupkan ruh iman dan islam
Agar terus memamah pahit kehidupan

Usah dikira wang dan ringgit
Usah dikira keringat yang menitis
Usah dihitung masa berlalu
Anakanak sedang menuggu
Untuk belajar dan berbicara
Tentang hidup dan kehidupan

Jadilah kita bak pepohon
Menghijau dan melata
Meneduh dan melindung
Insan-insan dari keperitan hidup
Moga dedaun kan terus merimbun
Untuk seribu tahun lagi



Shah Alam
8 April 2004

Farewell To All My Fellow Alumni

Bissmillahi rahmaani raheem
Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh

SEMESTA ,as an association for SMS Kelantan/ SMTMFP/ SMSTMFP alumni, has always been trying to find ways to facilitate the needs and requests from all the members. We often talk about the old times when we have a chance to meet in a reunion or bump into each other in town. We might look different now with physical appearance in extra sizes , having position high in a corporate ladder, blessed with many off springs , wheeling around with a luxurious Brabus , rubbing shoulders with high flying politicians or rendering love notes with young popular artists. Whoever we are at the moment we still remember our humble beginnings. The best part is that we share this humble beginning with the rest of our class that might be numbered into a hundred. So at a reunion table we fool around at each other as if we were back in time 20 or 30 years ago. The names, the faces ,the places and the things that we had done are recalled amidst the laughter we long for so many years. Nothing could be more refreshing after an absence of such company other than a good old tale of events that happened over a decade ago.

SEMESTA was formed in 1996 by a group of concerned alumni. The main objective of SEMESTA is represented by its theme which is “kembali berbakti”. The platform for all alumni to go back and contribute something to the school where we began to know the world around us. Now that some of the alumni may have reached the pinnacle of life, it is about time to look back and preserve the well being of the place that we used to call home. The contribution could be in any form that might benefit the school as a whole; be it in the form of financial aids, materials, trainings or just an hour of ceramah. As far as the activities are concerned, our alumni through SEMESTA, have responded very well to the call for “kembali berbakti”. The real proof of this concern is in the form of a majestic Masjid SEMESTA which was completed in 2001. It has resolved the problems of performing Jumaat prayers for the students as well as other spiritual activities. Back in the old days, we have to walk or ride a bus to the nearby mosques. We hope all citizen of the school will make full use of this mosque religiously. SEMESTA has also responded to the call of needy students at the school. A charity fund was set up to give away some pocket money for these students. At the moment we have managed to support 15 students for a RM70-a-month allowance. Every alumni has contributed to this cause one way or another; even, our patron himself, YAM Tengku Muhammad Faris Petra Ibn Sultan Ismail, has given his personal donation of RM5000 for this charity fund. We are thankful for His Royal Highness’s generosity and gratitude. Apart from that, SEMESTA has continuously come back to give talks and organised programs for the students. There are some alumni who cannot contribute in term of materials but are able to do training and conduct programs for the students; therefore SEMESTA has facilitated such programs in the past. SEMESTA has been consistently committed to our code of honour -- “kembali berbakti” --and will continue to do so for so many years into the future, InsyaAllah.

To the school and teachers, SEMESTA would like to congratulate for the successful year in academic. We hope that all the teachers will continue to deliver excellent teachings as well as disseminating holistic education in life. The monetary rewards would never compensate the pain and the challenge caused in doing this job. Teaching is very noble and only God Almighty deserves the right to reward all the teachers here in this world and the hereafter. We pray that our intention is on the right path with complete sincerity and honesty.
As we stand and deliver
The light will always shine

To those who need to learn
To those who wish to lead
To those who have to feed
To anyone who wants to live

Be thankful for the opportunity
That dawns upon us

Not for the dollars and cents
Neither rewards nor reservations
Power or prosecutions
Or praises people give

But the ultimate please
From the One who created

Amin Ya Rabbal ‘Alameen

To those students who are leaving the school, I would like to welcome all to SEMESTA and continue our noble tradition of “kembali berbakti”. As alumni of SMSTMFP, we should be proud of our alma mater and find all possible ways to “payback” for all the great memories and excellent learning environment that we have enjoyed for so many years. I would like to congratulate for your successful years at SMSTMFP and pray for fruitful opportunities for the years to come . Please contact our Secretariat as soon as you have settled down in your new place of study.
As you leave this haven
Remember your friends and teachers

As you journey the world
Remember your first step at the school

As you reach for the skies
Remember the dreams you once had

As you hold that scroll
Remember the promises you once made


As you taste that first success
Remember what your teachers once said

As you live your high life
Remember where it all began

It began right here
At this very school
With smelly socks and sticky armpits
Naive faces and nervous voices
First loves and nasty fights
Rules and rules and ....a lot of rules
To teach you about life and living

So ...
Remember to come back and ....
kembali berbakti

Finally, I would like to thank all alumni for this opportunity. Good luck to everyone and have a nice day.

Wassalamulaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh.



Prof Madya Dr Nordin Abu Bakar
Presiden SEMESTA( 2007-09)

Good Morning To Me !

The early morning traffic in Shah Alam is bustling with parents ferrying their children to the nearby schools. It is our daily routine and those with schooling children know exactly the hectic moments behind our closed doors. The unforgiving scenes must be the time to wakeup the little lazy eyes. Sometime the older ones have the same problem too. I would call out names and they responded with the humming sounds for a few more minutes of sleep.”You better get up now and don’t make me go over and …bla…bla”, I would say with a higher tone. If you want to know, I am short-tempered and will get easily agitated if someone ignores my call…and my children know this very well. But they don’t give any attention to that. Abah is always like that !...and they just do whatever they want to do. They always stayed up late at night for chatting and watching youtube. Once, I was distrubed in the middle of the night by a strange sound outside my room just to find out someone was doing the shuffling….you know that stupid step dance that the teenagers are into now. I know teenagers are the most complicated species in the world and I have a couple of them at home enough to get me excited for the wrong reasons. Despite all that, I love them very much, of course.

Now that we have a Bibik, the burden is less on me to get them prepared for school. I can just focus on my much awaited breakfast…..toasted bread with butter and honey and a cup of refreshing Tenom coffee from Sabah. I have been starving all night. I made a habit to have heavy meal only once a day—and that will be rice with everything on it---at about 4pm and that’s it no more rice until the next day. Well sometimes I cheated but that doesn’t count…hahahaha! Anyway, this has been going on for a while and I can keep my weight steady. It doesn’t go down but the important part for me is that it doesn’t go up. I have a couple of Calvin Klein’s men sweater in my closet that I can’t wait to put on. I feel like a male model going down the runaway when I tried it on but the extra tummy spoils it all. You know that spare tyre around your waist that will bulge out when you sit……aarrggghhh so pathetic. But ONE day, yes one day I will be gorgeous in that sweater!

But Shah Alam is a nice city. I do feel comfortable here now compared to 4-5 years ago when we first moved from Dungun, Terengganu. Most of the time Shah Alam is quiet and serene; it would go mad only when the students are around. The streets will go mad, the restaurants will go mad, the banks will go mad; just about everything will go mad in Shah Alam when students are around. It’s good for business but not for a resident like me. I will go mad as well!

Do You Have UFOs(Unidentified FLOATING Objects) in your Eyes ?

It's scary and nuisance but real. People do have these floating objects in their eyes. They are called floaters. And somehow could not get rid of them. Imagine the unbearable discomfort that these people have to suffer. From the information that I gathered, this thing is not painful but very annoying. It's like having something blocking your view but you just could not get rid of it----like your neighbor's dead flower pot so annoyingly situated on the fence right above your beautiful flower bed. It spoils the whole garden.

What are Eye Floaters ?

The eye is a ball filled with a gel/liquid type substance that is the vitreous humor. It is what maintains the eye’s round shape. Eye Floaters are dead tissue cells that get trapped in the vitreous humor (or the liquid that fills the eye ball and keeps it a round shape). As with the natural aging process, dead tissue is produced and
suspended in this liquid. These dead tissue cells cannot be removed since the eye is a closed and is sealed off. There is no means for the natural tissue debris to be removed. This dead tissue that is suspended in the vitreous humor casts a shadow in the retina—which is the part of the eye with photoreceptors that allow for sight. This shadow onto the retina is what causes the Eye Floaters to be seen.


All people are physiologically made up to have Eye Floaters. It is part of aging. It is apart of life. There is no immunity. There are no preventive measures that can be
done. There are no natural means to be rid of them.

I am glad to find such an informative site talking about this stuff. You can find more about Eye Floaters, why and how it happens as well as advice on how to deal with it. For more information, please go to Eye-Floaters.com or click here.