Good night Michael. Wherever you are.

Thank you for ABC when I was 8, on the way to school

ABC, it's easy

Easy as123
It's like counting up to 3
Or simple as Do re mi
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

Thank you for Ben when I was 13,
singing in the dark in my dormitary

Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you, my friend, will see
You've got a friend in me
(you've got a friend in me)

Thank you for Human Nature, Thriller and Billy Jean
Far away from home, I was eighteen

Reaching Out
To Touch A Stranger
Electric Eyes Are Ev’rywhere
See That Girl
She Knows I’m Watching
She Likes The Way I Stare

Thank you for the Moonwalk moment at the greatest Grammy

Thank you for the Jackson 5 TRIUMPH Concert
In Toronto when I was nineteen that December

Thank you for Liberian Girl, Bad and Smooth Criminal
when I was twenty, enjoying MTV

Liberian girl

You know that you came
And you changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two lovers in a scene
And she says...
"Do you love me"
And he says so endlessly...
"I love you, Liberian girl"

Thank you for We Are The World when I was 22,

rallying for camaraderie at university

There comes a time
When we head a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

For Remember The Time and In The Closet,I was 26 - a busy wife

And later for Dangerous, when my kids were my joy, my life

Do you remember
When we fell in love
We were young and innocent then
Do you remember how it all began
It just
Seemed like heaven
So why
Did it end

Thank you for They Don't care About Us when I was in so much pain...

Thank you for Charlie Chaplin's Smile when I was stronger and wiser

It has made me so much more contented, happier - braver

Thank you for This Is It at the movies

Where we cried in the theatre, danced and cheered

At the memory of you, our dearest, our Michael forever...

Thank you Thank you Thank you

One Night at Lake Club

I mentioned sometime ago that I haven't been to the Lake Club for a while...

So when I received an invitation from En Jon [the stern and very much loved Uncle Jon to all 5 daughters] to attend the Tai Chi fellowship night, incidently in memory of the late Mr Nyam to join his widow and my good friend Michelle, his eldest daughter, I said yes without hesitation. Earlier during the day at work, everyone asked why I had this beautiful golden sam foo jacket hanging in my office, I just smiled. At the golf club, generally everyone went straight home after work. Or dressed down, not up after work on a Wednesday night - special priced movie night at the Pavilion by the way. But then, I was going to The Orchid and wanted to be prim and proper [in my mind, still the Orchid Room...]

At 6.00pm, I arrived in a taxi through the familiar guard-house. Stopped and met Michelle who dutifully registered me as her guest while we waited for En Jon to appear. We dropped by the beauty salon's corner and Ayin, the beautician gave me a big and warm hug. Quickly added me to her facebook page. We then walked over to the Clubhouse and from all corners, the warm and cheery greetings from the staff enveloped me. Intan, Kak Ham, Kokdiang...oooo too many to mention. Mokhtar, Puchong and Anuar. It was like a home-coming.

Orchid Room looked splendid and I was glad to see the fresh orchids back in bloom - compliments to Bonnie, the Club florist, I am sure - a tradition started by Puan Sri Aida Nik Daud in the days of Tun Razak - another trusted Lake Club comrade and advisor. The chairs were beautifully re-upholstered and side tables displayed beautiful bottles and decorations. There was not one single light-bulb out. The band was one of my favorites - Centrepage with Azimah taking centrestage who waved from the stage when I walked past.

Old friends made my day. Julie Ong-Yeoh came over with heart-felt wishes and news of her son Damien, another old friend. Ms Amu sat beside me fascinating all with her animated stories and philosophy. Kakanda Yap Yok Foo and C T Lau - with his inevitable question, how many kids, Zalina?

The 5-course dinner was delightful in such pleasant company.

After dinner, we proceeded for a night of karaoke. First, we dropped by the Batik Bar and I was happy to see Carol and many many others whom I will not mention for fear they would like to stay anonymous. The Verandah reminded me of the Birdpark down the road, sturdier in looks and just as relaxing. By the time we reached the Theatre [which I dubbed as 'my theatre' as it was built to screen all the blockbusters I used to personally select many years ago every month] , Ms Amu sang Bila Larut Malam and Irene sang a lovely Mandarin number. En Jon was gearing for his own mandarin number...alas, it was time to end Karaoke for the night.

Aha! England was battling a do-a-die World Cup match. So we sauntered over to the Sports Bar [Zinnia just doesn't sit well with me] and guess what, I finally found a place which features 80s music like Under Pressure, Just an Illusion and Berlinda Carlisle's songs. No Sweet Dreams by Annie Lennox though. No matter.

England won! What better way to end the night.

Magpie Tales

Dear friends,

In school, I was a member of the school's brass band, a state gymnast and a very hard-working student who took her Math, Geography and Physics seriously. But above all and long before, I was the poet. Words just flowed whenI was happy, melancholy or charged with adrenalin.

Since then, in various stages in my life, I had spurts of creative genius...and the rest of the time, I continue to write diligently forI know that being a writer is 90% hard work and 10% talent. Many of you have known me for a very long time, so I wish to share a new discovery with you.

Some of you are writers, some teachers, some parents who have kids who want to explore the world of writing. I found a blog - Magpie Tales created by willow which "is dedicated to the enjoyment of writers, for the purpose of honingtheir craft, sharing it with like minded bloggers, and keeping their muses alive and well. "

I haven't written poetry for years and was inspired to create my own poem blog : poems by ninotaziz. I dug up old crates and folders for my old poems and uploaded some of my favorites. I spent the whole night doing this and no doubt for the next few days, will be happily fine-tuning this new baby of mine.

It is truly amazing. I hope this is of help or of use to you.

Regards,
ninotaziz

Warisan Sudirman

Disini lahirnya sebuah cinta
Yang murni, abadi, sejati
Disini tersemai cita-cita
Bercambah menjadi warisan

Inevitably, when I think of the word warisan, Sudirman Hj Arshad comes to mind. What is Hari Raya without his song Balik Kampung, Merdeka without Tanggal 31 and once in a while when you see an old basikal tua, we are lulled into a sense of nostalgia so poignant and unmistakably Malaysian, it often brings a tear to the eyes.

Eighteen years ago, we lost Sudirman, one of our country's most magical sons. He was only 37 years old. No matter what race, his fans were deeply griefed by the sudden demise of Sudirman Hj Arshad, beloved entertainer and brightest star for many years, touching the lives of many with his music and showmanship.

Now, more than ever before, I begin to understand what we lost. If P Ramlee was our legendary icon on the screen, Sudirman surely was the true voice of Malaya. For though he came into prominence in the 70s, he was a throwback of a more innocent time. Sudirman captured the longing we had for our own roots like no one else.

The truth is , the moment Sudirman stepped onto stage to perform Seruling Bambu and Hey! Big Spender at the Bintang RTM 1976 finals, a star was born. And the whole of Malaysia knew they were witnessing someone special take his place in history. Sudirman had a presence, confidence and a sense of style.

And so much more. Sometimes, we forget just how much more.

Very quickly then, Sudirman endeared himself to the public. He looked to the countryside and streets of the city for inspiration with fiery patriotism. When civil servants were urged to enhance productivity in the early 80s, Sudirman took to the air with his catchy song Punch Card! For one so young, his caring attitude was almost fatherly. He sang of the ordinary man in Hidup Sederhana (Basikal Tua), and of social issues in Aku Penganggur and Mat Disko. Songs like Anak Gembala, Balik Kampung, Apa khabar Orang Kampung and Ayah Dan Ibu bring to mind the very essense of the kampung life and everything that was wholesome and good about it.

Read these lyrics carefully...

Ayah dan ibu
Itulah permulaan kami
Dapatlah melihat bulan dan matahari
Ahai...Yang dikurniakan dari Ilahi
Ahai...Ayah dan ibu lah mesti dihormati

He sang songs in every rhythm be it joget, all asli tunes, the ever popular disco, ballads and even dangdut, which in return appealed to a wide range of fans. He could appear melancholy, playful, patriotic – quite a chameleon in that respect. Which was of course useful in his mini videoclips in a time when MTV was still in its infancy. It was a natural progression then for Sudirman to try his hand at acting in ‘Kami’ directed by Patrick Teoh.

Sudirman reached out to the masses, regardless of age, race or stature. It is not surprising that he was an epitome of unity by making special efforts to sing in all the country’s major languages.

Sudirman made us believe that as Malaysians, we can achieve the highest of accolades – that is if we work hard enough, possess rare talent and drive to succeed. He achieved a first for himself and the country when he was named Asia’s Number One performer ahead of Anita Sarawak, who was a close friend and Leslie Cheung at the AMM awards at the famed Royal Albert Hall of London 1n 1989. It was a joyous moment for the nation and brought Sudirman international acclaim. Forever the true Malaysian, he chose to sing One Thousand Million Smiles, in itself an invitation to the world to experience Malaysian hospitality and courtesy.

The Man in a Flag
No post-80s artiste in Malaysia can truly claim to be as patriotic as Sudirman. Even before the days of revering the Jalur Gemilang, before it was even called Jalur Gemilang, Sudirman draped himself in the national flag from head to toe much to the delight of everyone. Sudirman made it fashionable in the way that only he could, with his usual aplomb and style. Today, every year on August 31, the upbeat Tanggal 31 evokes national pride and esteem more than any other song and continues to inspire younger generations who sometimes do not even know of the legendary all round entertainer, composer and prolific songwriter.

Salam Terakhir
Let us find it in our hearts to say a prayer for you, Sudir… and thank you for all the joy, the hope, the pride you gave us. We miss you – our legend, our voice, our sweet sorrow that one so young left us, that we are no longer privileged to share his sheer genius at articulating all the good in being a Malaysian.

PUDU JAIL, 1895

KUALA LUMPUR, June 17 (Bernama) -- The 300m stretch of the Pudu Prison wall along Jalan Pudu will be demolished on June 20-23 to make way for road widening and the construction of an underpass.

Kuala Lumpur Mayor Datuk Ahmad Fuad Ismail said the construction of the underpass gave priority to road users although it involved a national treasure.

"Every day we face problems because of this wall, getting to the office late, so this is just a matter of which one is a priority to DBKL (Kuala Lumpur City Hall) and the government," he told reporters after visiting the site and Taman Shamelin Perkasa.

The underpass will be an alternative route linking Jalan Pudu to Cheras and will reduce congestion at Jalan Hang Tuah.

Construction will be carried out in stages and the project is expected to be completed in December 2012.

Meanwhile, the construction of the RM59.5 million flyover directly connecting Taman Maluri with Taman Shamelin, which started in March last year, is expected to be completed in March 2012.

-- BERNAMA

Nobody knew what to do with Pudu Jail. It was unsightly, it was haunted, it was a reminder that there were criminals long before anything else in KL.

Same thing with the smelly, dark and dank Central Market way back in the 80s. Only the late Tunku Abdullah had the vision to turn it into a cultural spot and voila! the new Central Market was born.

KL desperately needs new places to visit, new things to do, new attractions to experience. KL Fest is coming up fast and what do we have to show? The same old same same.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Philharmonic, KLCC, Kampung Baru, the new Changkat, the museums etc etc. I can take you to KL for the best nasi lemak bungkus and yong tau foo cucuk, durian, you name it.

But please tell me why we need new office buildings, roads, flyovers, underpasses where there are heritage buildings? We are bringing down a century old structure of KL because people are getting late to work?

Or really, no one thinks about how this building can be put to good use? Why can't we convert Pudu Jail to a magnificent open theatre for makyung, dikir barat, wayang kulit and more. The haunted atmosphere would turn into a haunting attraction you can't stay away from - wouldn't that be perfect?

Dear all of you who profess to love the arts especially Makyung, dear Ramli Ibrahim, John Gomez, Dato YTL, lover of the arts, JKKN - take this on!

Al-fatihah untuk Primadonna Makyung, Mak Jah yang dikasihi...we will find a permanent theater for the makyung one day...

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FB Message to YAB Prime Minister

Zalina Abdul Aziz
YAB Dato Seri,
I know my voice is one in 26 odd million. But I would like to bring your attention to PUDU JAIL 1895. Remember the successful conversion of Central Market. Wouldn't PJ1895 better serve KL as a daily Open Theatre for the arts like Makyung, Wayang Kulit and more?
http://ninotazizpurplemusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/pudu-jail-1895.html

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Email sent to Minister of Information, Communications and Culture:

Assalamualaikum YB Dato Seri,

Saya yakin YB Dato Seri sedia maklum bahawa Pudu Jail yang terbina pada tahun 1895,bangunan khazanah, akan bakal dirobohkan pada tanggal 20hb Jun 2010 ini.

Ingin saya mengambil iktibar daripada kejayaan Central Market yang berjaya diolah menjadi daya tarikan yang begitu hebat di Kuala Lumpur pada sekitar tahun lapan puluhan. Tidak mungkinkah kita dapat mengubah Pudu Jail kepada 'Open Theatre' mempersembahkan Makyung, Wayang Kulit, Menora, Rodat, Kuda Kepang dan sebagainya setiap malam? Para kraf teater yang membuat set, kostum, patung patung wayang kulit, juga dapat dikumpulkan disini. Tidak ketinggalan, kita juga dapat menjemput kumpulan teater serantau Nusantara untuk membuat persembahan di sini. Bukankah ini dapat menambah nilai astetik dan aktiviti kebudayaan di Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur tersergam indah, YB Dato Seri?

Ini sekadar cadangan membina dari penulis berjiwa warisan.

Blog saya meluahkan cadangan dalam hal ini di sini:
http://ninotazizpurplemusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/pudu-jail-1895.html


Dengan segala hormat,


Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz
Penulis

WORLD CUP 2010 SO FAR

World Cup fans soldier on. Night after night. Many have their own technics to stay awake the next day.

Today, someone told me he watches the game at 7.30pm, 10.30pm and then goes to sleep. Wakes up at 5.30am in time to catch the highlights of the 2.30am game. Smart guy. But no, I can't do that coz I watch World Cup the Facebook way. Frustrations and jubilations are immediately shared with my kaki Facebook ! Yes, that's you, Trevor!

At the office, it is increasingly difficult to stay awake at 3.30pm. I have scheduled all appointments to lunchtime. Between the refreshing apple and celery juice and grilled cod fish, I manage to be convincing and entertaining to the other party. Especially since I stay on top of all the latest World Cup juicy details. And can rattle on about the best goal keepers. But it is still early days.

As for the football itself, I must say, it's the usual unpredictable game which allows for upbeat debate the next day. Wow, what happened to the much hyped up Spain game! Why did Ivory Coast decide to give away the corner? With Cristiano and diver-icon-turned-African-football-icon Didier Drogba [albeit for only 15 minutes] on the field, how come there were so few attempts at the net? Why didn't Germany do this in Germany 2006? What happened in the last 15 minutes of the South Africa-Uruguay game? Italy - so old but not so slow. Spot on footwork. Obviously money talks as Olympic goal medallist and ex-Euro Cup champs Greece fazes out. Well, at least Netherlands was predictable. The Dutch play football like the beautiful game it is.

Aahhh...the bouncing Jabulani[which Rooney attested is good for strikers : we'll agree when he scores tomorrow night] and the vuvuzelas have us all even more stressed out than the usual World Cup season. I blame the vuvuzelas for the buzzing in my head at the moment.

And the biggest of them all so far, will Robert Green get to live down his school boy fumble - ever?

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Can you just believe the brilliant goal after goal and relentless attacking game by Messi and gang? Now that's world class football!

A few days ago, it was announced that the most common footballer name is Gonzales. Well, certainly Gonzalo Hoguain is no common footballer - what a debut to the World Cup!

Way to go Diego Maradona!

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And Greece regains some respect. At least the Greeks will have something to cheer about.

NELSON MANDELA : THE SPIRIT OF SOUTH AFRICA

Dear Mr Nelson Mandela,
I am sorry for your loss. However, thank you for sharing your beautiful country.

AND THE LADIES WATCH 2010 FIFA WORLD CUP

Sorry, I could not resist.

I genuinely love football. I keep up with EPL, EURO CUP and stay up late for World Cup. I admire Sir Alex Ferguson, Jose Mourinho and yes, Kevin Keegan for their passion and understand why Thaksin and now, Tony Fernandez want to own a football club in England.

But I must admit, it is so easy to love football even just to watch footballers in top physic letting themselves go, displaying all that virile strength and a full range of emotions you don't normally get to see otherwise.

For MSN's list of hot World Cup stars, check out this link.

No, I can't be bothered to check up images. Well, maybe Cristiano Ronaldo. And Socceroo Tim Cahill - red card or no red card. And that hot midfielder and potential playmaker in Zidane's footsteps from France- Yoann Gourcuff.

Calling all cougars!

THE WORLD WATCHES ENGLAND

In 2004, I remember how Rooney exploded into the Euro Cup scene and had everyone including tennis champions and movie stars alike talking football. So naturally, Rooney mania in 2006 built up to a frenzy until he was terribly injured and the headlines turned from his goals to his oxygen chamber aided recovery. By the time World cup 2006 came around, Cristiano Ronaldo had overshadowed Rooney's fast and furious play.

I am secretly hoping that Rooney gets to shine at this World Cup. Tonight though, US marks him as their most tightly kept prisoner. And a fumbled keeper save almost ruined the World Cup for me.

We'll see what happens next.

WORLD CUP 2010

For the die-hard England fans, the WORLD CUP 2010 begins tonight.

The Sun:
Prime Minister David Cameron yesterday called Capello, 63, the most important man in the country. But the Italian smiled: "No, no. I'm a normal man ... but my job is important at this moment because the World Cup is important for the country, the fans, but also for me.
It's fantastic, it's exciting and it's a tough job. You can feel that, behind you, you have a whole country. You have to live for one month with policemen, Press conferences every day, TV, everything at every moment. You switch on the television and it's all about the World Cup. There is really strong pressure from the media and everything. We have to live with this pressure. It's not easy. But I try and we try."

Pretty much how all of us feel as we lay in suspense for tonight's clash.

Remembering Bhopal

I can't recall what I did on 7th December 1984. I was in Ottawa and most likely it was a cold wintry day. However, I was clearly troubled by the news, troubled enough to write this poem:

SENSELESS DEATH : OR DOES THIS MAKE SENSE ENOUGH?

Why did those thousand of people

Have to choke and gasp for air

That tragic day down in Bhopal

The news goes on, do we care?

As one staggered down the streets

Trying to keep on his feet

Struggling for the painful last breath

Surrendering into the arms of Death

Innocent, unknowingly children

In panic, not knowing where to turn

Though poor, once had their own games

The laughter, now forgotten days...

Did any of them have any notion

Did they live to the fullest the day before

Cyanide stopping enzymes in action

Death seeping through those thin doors

And maybe among those in fear

Are the one who loses less than life

Well, this is an unfortunate year

Lets plan ahead with better dice

Dice indeed, for risky chance

Right before our promising future

Around us comfort and Christmas'

Blocks out the bare, ugly picture

Man's progress, man's mistake

Who's to blame, how can one pay

As those in need, queue up in thousands

Oh, when will men learn...

Palestine - the 21st century holocaust

I am thinking about the men and women who inspired me when I was a child, wondering why Christina Aguilera sounds like Donna Summer and visualising Melaka in 1262.

And remembering the terror of Bhopal 1984.

But before I move on to these meandering thoughts of mine - I face this reality. I can slip away while I am seated at this very same spot and imagine for a while that there will be a day when bulldozers and dehumanised commandos are no longer killing terrorised civilians living on a strip of a land called Gaza. I did not have to resign while I rant and rave about how I really feel about the Palestine issue. I can smile while I hear my daughter playing La Vie En Rose on the piano.

Not so the children of Gaza.

And yet, there seems to be light at the end of the VERY long and narrow tunnel. Egypt seems to be buckling under humanitarian pressure. Erdogan is following up on his immediate reaction, ensuring those who listen that this was not merely a knee-jerk reaction.

Let's keep up the pressure.

Signing off.

Buah Kurma dari Gaza

Ku ingatkan kurma dari Gaza
Rupanya kurma muda kelat
Ku ingatkan semua sehati sejiwa
Rupanya berkecamuk seluruh umat

Rupanya kurma muda kelat
Tak tertelan di kerongkong
Rupanya berkecamuk seluruh umat

Tak terlawan Palestin di kongkong

Tak tertelan kurma di kerongkong
Minumlah zam zam dari Mekah
Tak terlawan Palestin dikongkong
Subhanallah, Subhanallah!

Read about the move towards economical embargo against Israel here , here and and have your say here.

THE ISRAEL REGIME

In the wake of Israel's recent bold and provocative attack against the flotilla of aid ships bound for Gaza, the world reacts with anger and disbelief at the audacity of Israel. No one is surprised that Israel uses the same lame blame game "They attacked first". Of course, only Israel commandos expect people to stand still with their head down while being attacked without provocation. It is a lesson learnt from the cruel Holocaust days - it's a ghetto thing.

Let us not kid ourselves anymore about the Middle East conflict. There is no such thing - it is a clever camouflage and ruse to mislead the world from the real truth - the lawlessness of the Israel regime, which has its hand in the cookie jar of 'License to plunder bon-bons', 'Midnight Invasion Surprise' and 'Turkish Delight Disaster'. Many express frustration through all channels, one of which can be located on Facebook.

However, the outpouring grief and at times emotional rantings without understanding how Israel has managed to keep the world at ransom will not achieve the change and justice we desire. We have to understand the history and chain of significant events, see here, here and here - in order to make significant and intelligent efforts to break away from this political impasse.

Israel was established as an independent state in 1948. Let us examine how this came about after 3000 years of exile of the Jews.

Amidst persecution and oppresion by the Pharaoh, Moses and his Jew followers were driven out from Egypt. Circa 135 AD, the Romans exiled the Jews from Jerusalem and renamed it Palaestina or Philistine Syria. About five centuries later, in 638 AD, Khalifah Umar conquered Jerusalem and the Jews and Christians - the people of the book - were allowed to practice their religions subject to certain conditions including having to pay taxes. They were neither exiled, nor forced to change their religion, and they were mostly free in their choice of lifelihood. They were even allowed to intermarry with Muslims. This was in keeping with the Prophet Muhammad's SAW actions when he returned to Mecca. This went on until the 1900s Jerusalem became holy to Muslims as it is believed that Nabi Muhammad S A W ascended to heaven after a miraculous overnight ride from Mecca on his horse Al-Buraq. The al-Aqsa mosque was built on the site.

Steadily, worldwide, the reputation of the Jews suffered over the centuries. In the 17th century for example, Shakespeare painted a lasting and vivid picture of a greedy revengeful Jew in Shylock form his play The Merchant Of Venice. In comparison, there was a fascination with the Arabs in particular Egypt. Arabs were well respected as thinkers, poets and scientists.

The Jews continued to emigrate far and wide across the globe. Palestine was under the Ottoman Empire rule. A brief history of this period can be found here and here. After almost two millennia of being homeless, the modern Zionist movement was born in the late 19th century as a response to the growing world-wide anti-semitism. Zionism grew rapidly and became the dominant force among Jewish political movements. Journalist Theodor Herzl in the late 19th century published the book Der Judenstaat which spurred Zionism further.

The movement mainly sought to encourage Jewish migration to Palestine - this is fundamental - their belief is that Palestine is a Jew's given right of citizenry, and not by birth in actual Palestine. Major aspects of the Zionist idea are represented in the Israeli Declaration of Independence.

To understand how unreasonable this is, imagine if all Muslims in the world believed that Mecca and Arab Saudi was their birthright and claimed citizenship. Or all Catholics believe that it is their birthright to be citizens of the Vatican City.

The end of World War I was a time of negotiations for the spoils of war. Britain was entrusted with Palestine in view of establishing a Jewish state. However, Britain stopped short of taking decisive action when the Arabs made a strong appeal. During World War II however, Hitler, after what seemed to be clear victory following his conquest of most of Europe including France, retaliated in anger when he was faced with the ingenuity and sheer will power of Winston Churchill who did not give in to the German assault and air raids. In retaliation, Hitler began an ethnic cleansing campaign against the Jews by first establishing the ghettos - a closed wall community suffocated by famine and shame and ultimately the ghetto survivors faced death in the gas chambers, the Holocaust. In the aftermath of WWII and inparticular the Holocaust, the Zionist were eventually successful their campaign to pressure the world, especially Britain and finally established Israel on 14th May 1948.

As a result, some some 700,000 Arab refugees were displaced due to the 1948 Palestinian exodus and subsequently, Israel began to claim more and more territories from the original borders. Numerous border clashes between Israel and its Arab neighbours created uprising tension in the region.

The Six-Day War of June 5–10, 1967 was a war between Israel and the neighboring states of Egypt, Jordan and Syria. Israel claimed Egypt started the attack. The Arab countries denied planning to attack Israel, and asserted that Israel's strike was not preemptive but an unwarranted and illegal act of aggression. At the war's end, Israel had gained control of the Sinai Peninsula, the Gaza Strip, the West bank, East Jerusalem and the Golan Heights. The fate of Palestine was sealed after this decisive victory. The Arabs never recovered from this defeat despite having been thriumphant in many of the earlier campaigns until Israel actually requested a ceasefire.

Today it is estimated that there are 13 million Jews worldwide, out of which 5.6 million live in the United Stateds and 5.3 million live in Israel. Therefore the Jews are about 0.2% of the world population. Remember, there is an estimated 1.57 billion Muslims in the world which makes up about 23% of the world population. (Refer here) Sufferance are in many forms and the Muslims have their own share of plights. But the blame game is not the way of a Muslim. We take responsibility for our actions as this is the basis of our relationship with our Maker. We will be punished for our wrong-doings and rewarded for our good deeds.

Not so with the Zionist. They cry out like little children - YOU OWE US! For all their sufferings and shame throughout the centuries at the hands of by mad men like Hitler - and the children of Palestine and the like are made to pay.

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12th October 2012

I would like to add the thoughts of a Rabbi I just knew to this post so that anyone reading this can have a balanced viewpoint. I do not agree with Rabbi Avi in everything, I still believe with all my heart that what is happening in Gaza is atrocious, which the Rabbi acknowledges - but I know that this is a matter people of different religions have different viewpoints and historical claims. In the end we are all humans - and want the same things for our children - peace and choice.

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By Avi Balser

The article is well written, but I would like to point out a few small errors in its logic.

It compares the concept of Jews feeling a "right" to Palestine as being crazy, since to apply that to Muslim all wanting to live in Makka or Saudi Arabia is crazy, or the Catholics all living in Vatican City is crazy.
However therein lies a major difference.

Islam and Christianity are religions which did enormous evangelizing, getting people from all over the world to convert to their two religions. For instance, the people of Indonesia or Malaysia are 100% Muslim, but have no "inherited" ties to Makkah or Saudi Arabia.

However, Judaism is NOT an evangelizing religion, and does not "recruit" new members. Sure, we accept the few who choose to join us, but the VAST MAJORITY of Jews around the world ARE direct decendents of the original Jews who were driven off their land which became known as Palestine, and other names, and disbursed around the world, where they reproduced, etc. But the Jews today, whether from Germany, US, Poland, Russia, England, Italy, Belgium, or Iran, all came from that original stock... and DO have "inherited" rights to that land...

So, the logic of the comparison to Islam or Christianity falls.

Yes, Muslims suffered also, not only Jews, that is a very legitimate statement. But is does not speak to the situation at hand. The Jews never persecuted the Muslims back in history... (other than the wrongs being done now with the Palestinians, which is truly sad and wrong)

Most of the trouble the Muslims went though over the past 14 centuries were from the Christians.... not the Jews.

Now, There is a very strong argument not made here too well, that the land did not really belong to England or the UN to "give" to the Jews to form the "State of Israel" ... and the Muslims living there for generations certainly should have been granted equality and full citizenship, and not have had property stolen from them, etc. I agree with that entirely, and 100% .. What the UK and the UN did was wrong, dead wrong. 

But try to also see it from the eyes of the Jewish refugees back in 1947 and 1948. There were told by the world, "This land is yours to build a Jewish state." The United Nations told this to them. They had just recently left as the leftovers who were not killed by the Nazis, and they clung to this promise from the UN... Their own land, their own country... finally no country can start a new holocaust and kill all Jews because they finally had a country, a tiny country, but a country of their own.

Now, yes, some of the Zionist politicians at the onset were not "nice people" ...but the refugees themselves were innocents. They thought this was truly their land. They believed the UN. 
Then, soon after the State was formerly declared, they were attacked from all sides by all their neighbors. They fought for survival, and barely won... after heavy loss of life, etc.
Yes, this war resulted in many Palestinian from Jordan now misplaced inside the new State of Israel... and Jordan did not let them go home to Jordan. So, Israel was "stuck" with them.... but they did not seem to be supportive of the new state, and understandably were felt to be hostile.
This really tough war had the Israelis shuddering in fear of the next war, and of having people inside their country on the side of the enemy.
Then, they sat down to establish their "democracy" and they realized that with all these new Palestinians who were stranded there by Jordan, if they all were given the right to vote, they just may form a voting block large enough to vote the Israeli Jews out of power.... and convert this new State of Israel to an Islamic State.
This was totally unacceptable to them... after sacrificing that many lives to protect that tiny country, the final "safe place" for them, there was no way they would allow themselves to go back to being Dhimmis in any form....
So, keeping them in separated sections, not citizens of the actual state, was a defensive move... self survival.

Now, I will say I do object strongly to how the Israelis treat the Palestinians. No matter what the fear, to turn around and mistreat the good Palestinian people was and is wrong. Horrible, in my book.
But we must also understand that there is another side.
The Israelis there now, have gone through 60+ years of conflicts and wars, including MANY terrorist attacks and suicide bombers attacking their civilians, women, children, elderly, anybody... like blowing up tour busses, inter city busses, pizza shops full of young people, and rockets fired on town from Gaza. They live in Fear every day and every night... just as the Palestinians do. There have been some bad-behaving people from both sides, who have kept the conflicts going on and on.

But, no matter how wrongly the origin of the State was, how wrong the UN was, the land was given to these people grandparents 60+ years ago.

To expect them to all disappear and go away, is just as silly and wrong.

We need to find a solution where Jew and Muslim live side-by-side again, with neither one controlling. I secular state, recognizing both religions' rights, and giving no preference to either. All the people, Jew or Muslim need to have full rights of citizenship, with ALL the rights which normally come with full citizenship... and some amount of significant reparation needs to be arranged to compensate people for land and homes that was stolen from their grandparents back in 1948, etc.

Jew and Muslim need to find a way to coexist, with mutual respect.

But none of this will happen while BOTH sides keep acting like mean bastards towards each other.

We all want a bilateral cease fire.

But maybe the first cease fire needs to be a cease fire from nasty rhetoric. Calling each other crazy, nasty names, and spreading hatred and fear is not productive, and is clearly the goal of Shaytan.
Every time we speak a mean word towards a Mulim or a Jew, we are following Shaytan, not Allah's will .... that's how I see it.

As far as I am concerned, if you believe in and are the servant of the One God, the ONLY God, I don't care if you are Sunni, Jew, or Shia, you are my brother and I love you.

Rindu Tan Sri P Ramlee

Thirty seven years ago on May 29 1973, the whole of Malaysia wept for the loss of the country’s brightest, funniest, multitalented and charismatic son. P. Ramlee… he was all this, and much, much more.

As a young girl in primary school, I remember sobbing endlessly when P Ramlee passed away. I was afraid there would be no more Friday night movies.Almost every Friday, we would drive back from Kuantan to Chenor to my grandfather's place and the highlight was the P Ramlee movie on the black and white telly. The neighbours would come by to watch and the kids would be playing in the garden. Innocent times. Black and white times. Cherished times.

P. Ramlee was born in Penang, Teuku Zakaria Teuku Nyak Puteh on March 22, 1929. As the young Teuku Zakaria entered school, his father registered him as Ramlee Puteh. It was in 1947, at a talentime competition at the City Light Hall in Penang, when he first used the stage name P Ramlee.

359 songs, 62 films and 4 theatre productions later, P Ramlee, the legend, was destined to remain forever in the hearts of all Malaysians from all walks of life, from the comedians to the royalty, the politicians to the men on the street, the young and the old, the romantics and the realists.

Today, children born long after he has gone sing his songs and laugh at the classic jokes in his ever classic comedies like Bujang Lapok, DO RE MI and LABU LABI: The subtle message in Ibu Mertuaku and Antara Dua Darjat continue to confront those who live in a materialistic society. History and folklore became visibly alive and real in the movies Hang Tuah, Sultan Mahmood Mangkat Di Julang and Nujum Pak Belalang. My personal favourite? Sumpah Semerah Padi.

Recognition of P Ramlee's work was in the region was testimony to his genius. The film Madu Tiga won the award for the Best Comedy Film at the Asian Film Festival in Hong Kong. And P Ramlee’s potrayal of both father and son in Anak-Ku Sazali in 1956 won him due recognition as the Best actor in Asia.

In 1990, His Majesty the Yang diPertuan Agong IX Sultan Azlan Shah posthumously awarded the title Panglima Setia Mahkota which carries the title Tan Sri in acknowledgement of P Ramlee’s achievements, contributions and dedication in his work throughout his lifetime.

His legacy is a national treasure that brings people of all stature and background together in reflection… in tears and in laughter. Timeless… unforgettable…irreplaceable…

In words of Sasterawan Negara, Datuk A Samad Said….

Ketiadaannya dirasakan kehadirannya
Kehadirannya dirasakan kehilangannya
Kehilangannya dirasakan kerugiannya

Kita terlalu terhutang kepadanya…

YOU TUBE INSPIRATION

Very often, the girls and I go ga-ga over some inspiring act on you tube. One of the very first to mesmerise all of us was young Connie Talbot, seen here singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow.


Then we fell in love with George Sampson and admired his grit and determination at the BGT.

Here is his performance that won him the BGT.


This year the voice of an angel enchanted us. Jean Baptiste Maunier not only beguiled us with his beautiful voice, he was a superb actor in Les Choristes.Here he is the soprano in Caresse Sur L'Ocean.


And here, as Morhange, Jean Baptiste captivates all as he sings La Nuit.


Our all time favourite is still Michel Jackson. No matter what the rest of the world says, he has given us so many beautiful songs and MTV spectacular performances. A fan tribute captures the best of Michael Jackson.


My hope is that Iman, Inas, Irani, Ilena and Ikesha continue to appreciate true beauty and talent forever.

Mouron in Kuala Lumpur - an enchanting evening

Last night, Rudi and I took Irani and Ilena to see Mouron in concert - the French Diva de Chanson. The concert was held at the Panggung Bandaraya at the corner of Jalan Raja and Jalan Tun Perak, just across the river from the Sessions Court at the Padang. Reconstructed after a massive fire a few years ago, the Panggung was in pristine condition, albeit a bit old fashioned - here is Irani at the Panggung's lobby and the girls at the Medan Selera di Tebing.

We arrived early to confirm our seating for the show - by the way it was a free concert organised by A'lliance Francaise and the French Embassy for the French Arts & Film Festival 2010 - so we walked over to Medan Selera di Tebing - the inconspicuous space you see at the junction of Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman and Jalan Tun Perak. There was a fountain which the girls loved and KL looked beautiful from where we sat. The kway teow was lovely and the pau was great. It would be nice if the trees were lighted but as the sunset faded and the evening fell upon us, we got this fantastic view of the moon over KL from where we sat.

The best was yet to come. We walked back to the theatre and the girls decided it would be fun to sit at the VIP balcony seats. So we walked upstairs. By the way, just like all old buildings, the ladies room was huge and right next to the aisle - great when you have kids. The ceiling was decorated with a huge kite design - I couldn't decide whether it was hideous or just plain. It was very cold. A baby grand piano looked lonely on stage.

Mouron appeared at 8.45pm - garbed in a non-descript gray suit. She gave an introduction to her first song about a man who would sing and sing... come what may.

Then she sang.

Mouron c'est VOIX. Mouron is emotion packed into a song. Each word was crystal clear and inundated with feeling and a story.Each song had an introduction and I loved this particular intro.

"When we have had enough of Paris, we would go to Marseilles.

In Marseilles, there are blue skies. There is calm. Above all, in Marseilles, there is the sea.

Give me waves Terry. Give me the sound of the waves.

And here is one of the most well known French love song."

As her voice faded into darkness, we knew her next song would be La Mer...

Mouron was theatric, funny and full of life. Her interpretation of Edith Piaf's La Vie En Rose was heart wrenching, her Un dessert au Desert was fun - she sang non-stop for an hour. Irani danced on the staircase, so moved she was by the music and familiar songs.

It was an enchanted evening - in more ways than we expected.

A fitting end to our celebration of the FAFF2010!

Family Friday

9.30am Irani at Perangsang Templar Golf Club

Went to Perangsang Templar Golf Club to check out Irani's swimming lessons. She was so happy to see both Rudi and I at the swimming pool. She is today the only sister who can swim properly and looked so carefree in the water!

Here she is with best friend Intan!

10.30am Ilena and Ikesha at Wet Water World

The annual Wet Water Day with the Bomba is always a real treat for kids and parents alike. Ikesha just loved it! Ilena the veteran was in posing mode.

9.30pm French Immersion with Iman and Inas

Inas's comment said it all,"Inspiring..."

Yes the movie had all the ingredients that a good real life drama should - economical in language, great period costumes, strong characters, tragic romance. Audrey Tautou was enchanting.

I remember the first French movie I took Iman & Inas to several years ago which featured the debut of Audrey Tautou.

True Inspiration despite broken dreams

Elaboration to come...

The light at the end of the tunnel

It is strange that Malaysians all around seemed to immediately pick up on the good feeling factor about the economy on the very same day - one day ahead of the newspaper announcements.

From boardroom meetings, to the hair-salon and pasar malam - idle conversations centered on how lucky the Mat Sallehs feel to be in Malaysia, looking ahead to a possible meltdown in Europe, on how many more ladies , men and teenagers are coming back to the hair salon to style up their coiffures. At the pasar malam, lazy chairs, carpets and other home decor items add to the normal staple groceries available.

Yes, Malaysians are smiling once again, it seems the good times are just around the corner.

Nevertheless, in some way or the other, the bleak uncertainties facing Europe and the US must keep us on our toes for no economy is insulated. This time around, let us make sure we keep the stringent measures in place, continue to reduce subsidies and keep the MACC pressure on.

More On Public Relations

Obama On The Oil Spill: "I think the American people are now aware, certainly the folks down in the Gulf are aware, that we're dealing with a massive and potentially unprecedented environmental disaster. The oil that is still leaking from the well could seriously damage the economy and the environment of our Gulf states, and it could extend for a long time. It could jeopardize the livelihoods of thousands of Americans who call this place home." He added, "BP is responsible for this leak; BP will be paying the bill. But as President of the United States, I'm going to spare no effort to respond to this crisis for as long as it continues. And we will spare no resource to clean up whatever damage is caused."

Well said.

Obama On Times Square failed car bomb attempt: "I want to commend the work of the NYPD, the New York Fire Department, and the FBI, which responded swiftly and aggressively to a dangerous situation. And I also want to commend the vigilant citizens who noticed this suspicious activity and reported it to the authorities... We're going to do what's necessary to protect the American people, to determine who is behind this potentially deadly act, and to see that justice is done. And I'm going to continue to monitor the situation closely and do what it takes at home and abroad to safeguard the security of the American people."

The echo is deafening. Sounds like hollow PR to me.

Mishaps, misbehaviour - misflying?

The news constantly provide food for chatter no matter how old or how young you are. However, it was startling to see the general news today attracting seasoned adults and youngsters alike. On Facebook today, I saw some comments from young teens on the news.

From the tragedy of a teenager's untimely death for being at the wrong place at the wrong time to 747 Boeings hovering just above the highest point of the KL Twin Towers, many had a lot to say. And ala the New York population some time ago who got jittery when Air Force One was seen fying too low above the cosmopolitan, KLites were up in arms.


Now here is a PR exercise turned quite wrong. While it was a wonderful idea to bring cheer and joy to the 300 passengers of underprivileged and terminally-ill children, the panic it created showed a lack of concern for the very public MAS derives its income from.


Or is memory so short - that last year's news in the US failed to warn the MAS PR department that maybe it would be a good idea to inform the public of their good intentions - this could have been turned into a pre-event press release which would also boost the CSR stunt (yes, stunt it was)! Of course hind-sight is 20/20 but foresight in this instance would have showed a great deal of professionalism. As it is now, MAS had to backtrack and state all the reasons (which the public had no knowledge of) why the flight was safe, all safety conditions were met and the pilots chosen were the best for the job. What an end to a PR exercise with a whole dose of good intention.


And I would really like to know what was the role of a DCA air traffic controller on board ? Was he to be the escape clause if something went wrong?


Well, at least, this joy flight above the KL skyline showed me that young Malaysians care enough to read the news and debate on it. And that is a good thing, I am sure.