SINCERITY

1)Where is sincerity in our modern world? By now my dear readers could guess whether I was sincere enough when I agreed to leave Canada in Oct 1990.
2)A politician in power would do his job but is he really honest for what he did? Another politician who is battling for power will make unrealistic promises in order to gain power.
3)A doctor with low pay at government hospitals will discharge his duties not 100% while a doctor  at a private hospital will always attend his patients in terms of monetary value first hand.
4)A Muslim scholar will use his knowledge to make himself popular so that people would consult him on matters pertaining to Islam. Sometimes we know his advice is contrary to the al sunnah wal jamaah.(sunni)

There is no more world of sincerity today. No matter what we do there is always some kind of rewards that we want. So do not talk to me about honesty and sincerity.


GDP
Bank Negara Malaysia announced a 4.6% GDP growth for quarter 1, 2011. I think the administration of PM Najib can have a better figure for the 2nd quarter.


Nuclear Energy
Recently there has been a protest by the residents of Kuantan, Pahang over a proposed set up of a plant which could discharge hazardous radioactive carbon or some kind. Previously I kind of like the idea of nuclear energy or plant BUT after the March 2011 tsunami and Fukushima tragedy in Japan I began to have reservations. True there is no quake in Malaysia but Kuantan Pahang Malaysia receives a lot of rain from October to January. I would love to pay less for my electricity bill but certainly I do not want to die by radioactive carbons. Kuantan is the place where I was born. At least once a year I would drive east to Kuantan. I do not want to develop any skin cancer after my visit to Kuantan. I think PM Najib should review the Lynas project. To me Lynas is a potential Chernobyl.


Marriage
Again people were asking me why I am still single at 43. My problem is I do not have a proper income to support a lady.Thus I know every women looks at me as a less desirable man to be with. Speaking about desire my lust is towards women. Someone asked me whether I approved LGBTs (lesbian gay bisexual transsexuals). My answer is NO. But I find no harm befriending this group. At University of Saskatchewan there was a Malaysian guy who likes to wear women's clothes. He even confessed to me that he wanted to have sex change. I have friends from this LGBT group but that does not meant I approved this kind of sexual orientation. Its like me a Muslim befriended a Christian guy. I will continue a Muslim and he will continue a Christian. I hope to meet a women who could accept me for what I am because I am nobody.

To answer LGBTs:-
I DO not belong to this group of LGBTs.  As an  ASIAN , LGBTs is a menace to the Asian culture.

The Accident

I must note that the Dec 2,1990 car crash was not the first one for me.On two occasions while renting a car in Canada I met with small accidents. Luckily I bought the Collision Damage Waiver (CDW) on both occasions. So I just paid the rental fee.

In 1988 I rented a compact Hyundai Excel. It must be a drunk driver who hit the Hyundai door and it dented a little bit. Back then Hyundai was not a popular model for Canadians, so I rented it rather cheap. The second incident took place while driving a Chevy alone at night on my way to Winnipeg. I hit something maybe a pig or a goat.I made  a police report and continued my journey to Winnipeg where I switched for another car. I dared not touch the front bumper of that Chevy for fear it might be a pig that I hit.

This just came last night.

Suddenly I remember I was knocked down by a car near Bandar Hilir Melaka (Malacca) when I was in primary three. I can't remember the exact year maybe 1976 when my class teacher was Mrs Sim. I could still remember seeing the car axles as I was underneath the car engine. However I did not sustain any injury other than some bruises. We were staying in Tampin then about an hour drive to Melaka. My father brought me to Tampin District Hospital later. I guess the car was running slow. Otherwise I maybe gone then and not able to meet Bev and her family. I still wonder why my father did not bring me to Melaka General Hospital instead.

Education

As a son I really valued the way my father was towards education. I remember in primary one 1974 at Sekolah Rendah Tunku Besar Tampin Negeri Sembilan I was warded for malaria. After I was discharged from the hospital I was so afraid to go to school again.My father dragged me into the car and sent me to school. When he left I suddenly remember I forgot my school bag. My class teacher Mrs Krishnan quickly punished me. Mrs K knew my father because he was a senior assistant at another school within the same district.So when I told my father later that day she scolded me my father replied I deserved it. Those days parents do not care much if teachers spank or pulled a pupil's ear as long as there was no broken bones and no deaths.

I could not remember how many times my father took the Higher School Certificate HSC (STP) examination.Finally he was admitted into Teachers Association twinning program with National University Jakarta Indonesia. My grandfather was a poor peasant and a mudim (circumcision man). I knew my father was smart but he was not allowed to go English school for fear of being an apostate.But he did go to a Japanese school during the 2nd world war.I remember he sang the Japanese song "Miyato okaino sora ai kete" many times to his grandson at the hotel room a few days before he passed. The irony was, his last posting as a teacher was at Sekolah Rendah St Aidan Bahau (the English missionary school that he was supposed to attend as a child)

Yet when my father tried to go to Sultan Idris Teachers College ( SITC ) in Tanjung Malim (now UPSI )he did not get a place. He chose to go to Pahang,stayed with a relative and finally able to go to SITC in 1955. Back then SITC was the only institution in Malaya. The British created SITC in 1922  with the aim to make Malays better readers than their parents as most Malays then were illiterate. I was looking at his SITC certificate,no flying colors but it was better than have nothing i.e.empty handed like me. My father could not speak fluent English but he reads English newspapers. However my mother has Senior Cambridge qualification.

I couldn't care less anyone who reads my blog complaining about my English. My English is good not like some distant cousins of mine who studied in Egypt but could not speak fluent Arabic.

In order to improve my English while attending University of Saskatchewan I asked the help from my friend BEVERLY. I knew Bev by chance while waiting for my Sociology class. There was a class project paper on hand and I needed someone to proof read it before submission to my instructor Leslie Biggs. Bev agreed to proof read my paper and said I owed her nothing. When she finally gave me back my paper I was surprised when she gave me a cleaned paper.There was no pencil trace or red marks what so ever. It irks me at first so when Bev asked me to have coffee with her I quickly agreed.It must have been the longest one hour coffee break that I have with Bev.I thought she never read my paper but then I realized I myself had difficulties answering her questions as if I'm defending my thesis project. It turned out Bev was an English tutor not a student as I had initially thought.
She had been an exchanged student in Sumatera before so throughout our three-year-friendship ,Bev was speaking Indonesian Malay to me while I talked in English. The way she reread my thoughts was different from my lecturers at College of Preparatory Studies ITM (now UiTM) Shah Alam Selangor when I did my South Australian Matriculation. The lecturers at ITM not only left red marks on my paper but instead rewrite the whole paragraph. In the end the papers I wrote and presented while in ITM were only 50% of my original ideas.

In the summer of 1988 I took the English 115.3 class under Mrs Claire Lipscombe. The Malaysians made up most of the class. So it was easy to postpone the morning class to afternoon instead  as we were celebrating the end of Ramadan (Aidil Fitri). I don't know how I got through that class. It was summer and the blonde girl in front of me was wearing a very tight short and see through blouse. I remember Claire would always call the male students to look at her instead of the blonde girl every now and then.

Meanwhile
For the past week
1) Ron 97 up 20 sen to RM2.90 per litre
2)CPI for Q1 2011 is 2.8%
3)OPR Overnight Policy Rate up 25 basis points to 3% (floor 2.75% and ceiling 3.25%)
4)FSIs Statutory Reserve Requirement SRR up 1% to 3%
5)Sugar up 20sen to RM2.30 per kg

The Royal Wedding

1)First let me congratulate Prince William Duke of Cambridge and his beautiful consort, Kate for their memorable wedding.
2)The Yang Dipertuan Agong and the Raja Permaisuri Agong of Malaysia was at Westminster Abbey yesterday. They are still Muslims!

I was reading my 1981 diary just now. When Lady Diana and Prince Charles tied their knots on July 29th 1981, it was the end of the fasting month of Ramadan. I was only 14 in 1981 and during the Duke of Cambridge parents wedding I was in form two (secondary two) at Sekolah Menengah Sains Negeri Sembilan Kuala Pilah Gentam. Back then there was no paid tv in Malaysia or even a private tv station. We just watched the recordings from  RTM.

The Black Sheep

1) When the MSD officers in Toronto told me to go back to Malaysia in Oct 1990, I refused because I knew I would be the black sheep of not only my family but to other Malaysians as well. I still wonder what made me agreed to leave Saskatoon with just a hand luggage. I left behind my personal belongings,textbooks,gifts,valuable class notes and of course the heart of Saskatoon people.
2) During my summer vacation from May 29th 1989 to August 21,1989 I went back to Malaysia briefly.Back then everything was nice. People said to their children " Look at him, study hard so that you could study overseas like him" .Some even invited me to their homes showing their young virgin daughters.
3) But when this black sheep came back to Malaysia in October 1990, everyone laughed at this black sheep. The dialogue was "Don't be like him. He is a bad man , an apostate. He is a failure face (muka kantoi) and don't ever go near him because he has Aids. (One reason of the Dec 2,1990 car crash)
4) Now I remember during the night of the accident my late father was not concerned about my safety but instead asked me how to claim insurance on his wreckage low quality Proton Saga car. No wonder why he left all his properties to his siblings and not to me his eldest son.
5) I know because of me the government decided to stop sending students to study abroad especially in western countries.
                                     THE BLACK SHEEP----
6) But people may think with all their blackmagic they could have my mind and soul. I knew that because someone asked me who was the Saskatoon mayor then. I answered "Mayor Henry Dayday" and they laughed at me. They said I was wrong. I knew I was correct because I double check City of Saskatoon former mayors and there was Henry Dayday 1988-2000. (wikipedia - List of Mayors of Saskatoon)
7) No matter what I do Malaysians will always regard me as the black sheep of Malaysians studying abroad.

MUNAFIK

Well, if Malaysians accused me of being an apostate then other Malaysians especially the MSD people are munafik (equivalent to apostate too) BECAUSE they promised me it would be just a short stay in Malaysia not 20 years. They promised me the PSD would send me back to Canada the most after one year in Malaysia ,not 20 years.

I CURSE that those Malaysian students studying in Egypt the government paid for their flights recently after the fall of Mubarak ..............
  I CURSE THEM TO FAIL THEIR STUDIES.

Wasting Tax Payers' Money?

Malaysia is hosting yet another Formula One race in Sepang this weekend. But somehow I forgot to watch it on tv yesterday. The thought of watching F1 live at Sepang circuit has always been in my mind but the ticket is too costly. Believe me F1 is only for the elites, bourgeois and the rich NOT for a poor farmer like me. I would rather spend the money which is a third of my annual farm sales to buy Big Macs. However F1 race must continue in Malaysia because it is good for the foreign exchange income.

The Conflicts
After my car crash December 2,1990 I encountered many confusing events. Once I met a guy who said he studied at University of Saskatchewan with me but I could barely knew him. I knew that the other 24 Malaysians would come back to Malaysia the earliest in September 1991. So I disregard him- not to mention I had to pay his teh tarik too.

The 20-year-old conflict with Malaysians will continue BUT one day I will leave Malaysia. Canada is my destination. Although I have no money now, I know Allah will provide me the way to leave Malaysia. To Malaysians my gesture still as if I find it so hard to leave Malaysia but the fact is I am ready to go to Canada again a long time ago.

Some Malaysians said I wasted tax payers' money by coming back empty handed to Malaysia but the real people who wasted tax payers' money were the University Utara Malaysia UUM lecturers and the diplomats at Malaysian Students Department. During my 3 years in Canada, at least 15 UUM lecturers came to Saskatoon. Initially I thought they really came to do some research but the fact is they were spying on me. Believe me they came to Saskatoon at least in business class flights. I knew that because once as I was carrying their luggage I came across their flight tickets. I was their 'Coolie' for their rides and even I have to spend my scholarships to buy their foods.

BUT
When I went to UUM last year to attend my sister's MBA convocation, not even one UUM lecturers dared to meet me. I could see their faces but they just ignored me(just like every other Malaysians). Don't mention about teh tarik because mineral water is absent as well. I understand they are elites who drive imported cars, wore Paris suits and Clarks shoes.I was not their standard. But it was this Malay coolie whom they bullied while sight seeing in Saskatoon. They are wasting tax payers' money but NOT ME.
The UUM lecturers mission to Saskatoon was to spy on me, find the mistake that I made in Saskatoon and recommend to the PSD to send me back to Malaysia and become a coolie again.

AND TO ALL YOU UUM LECTURES WITH Phd or WITHOUT
1) Having a surplus balance of payments does not necessary mean the federal government budget is surplus too because BOP and Federal Budget are two separate SHITS.
2) UUM MBA degrees are inferior because even until now my sister is yet to gain an increment in her salary.

One day I will go to Saskatoon again as a complete stranger because all those people that I knew were gone forever. Maybe a picnic at Pike Lake will sooth my mine...........

Malay Bible

Finally the Najib premiership has embarked on the most important decision regarding race relations in Malaysia. It was decided that the holy 'Bible' can be published in any languages including Malay provided for the Peninsular Malaysia edition it must print "For Christians Only".

I remember while checking into hotel and motel rooms either in Hong Kong or Canada I could find a copy of the holy bible in one of the cupboards.But I cannot find any copy of the holy Quran when I checked into hotel rooms in Malaysia.

It is the same for the use of the word 'Allah' for god. Although the courts are still undecided over the issue of the word 'Allah' for churches, I find no harm if the churches want to use the word 'Allah' for god. Malaysians are more educated nowadays. Of course the issue of Islam as the official religion and the special rights of the Malays provided in the Federal Constitution will be the aspects in which the verdict of the word 'Allah' will be based upon.

But I am a Malay of suku Biduanda. I eat with my right hand. I find it awkward to eat with fork,knife and spoon. I speak Malay. I take off my shoes at home.My parents are Malays but why can't I get an extension for my Canadian studies scholarship?
Answer: Simply because I refuse to marry a Malay women who apparently is a relative of mine.

The rhythm of song "Selamat Tinggal" by Broery is going deeper and deeper into my soul.

New Credit Card Ruling

Bank Negara Malaysia (www.bnm.gov.my) on 18th March 2011 announced a new ruling for credit card applications. Now the minimum income requirement has been increased to RM24,000 per annum from RM18,000 annually.

Now a person can only have two credit cards from a bank. Taking into account the number of banks in Malaysia, I truly lauded this move.

The use of SMS alert for every transaction commencing 1 January 2012 is a good innovation.However I am not sure about the P.I.N. requirement for every transaction beginning 1 January 2015. Is the PIN required for the worldwide transaction or is it just for transactions in Malaysia only?

No One Cares

Since October 15th 1990, I have never met one single Malaysian asking me "Nizam, when would you would like to go to Canada again?" But instead I got a letter demanding RM70,000. That is the first SHIT. No one cares about my studies. The Malaysian Students Department officers were  busy playing golf ,polishing their Mercedes and have second or subsequent wives.

SHIT Number Two
The academic year for University of Saskatchewan starts in September every year. I came back in October 1990. What did I do between August 1990 to October 12th 1990? Playing with my penis hah?

SHIT Number 3
Who the bloody hell those students from Egypt whom the Malaysian government paid their trip home recently because of Mubarak the dictator? They were received at KLIA Vip terminal. Who the hell they are? Rulers, ministers or just 10,000 stupid dumb Syiah followers. In addition the government still pay their airline fares back to Egypt with RM500 cash. My god! You dumb politicians.

SHIT Number 4
I am not sick. Now I realized that I am not sick. If I look sick that is because I have been in this uncivilized country of mine for the last 20 years. I want to see the world.
Those interviewers at Putrajaya who interviewed me on April 15th 2003 were dumb as well. Continue my studies in a low class government or private Malaysian universities and learn back from scratch. Idiots!


Shit Number 5
I am a straight person. My sexual orientation is towards women. I do not like ass holes! Its full of shits.

What about my Canadian studies? You bastard politicians.