I had the full confidence with my Sultan that he would dissolve the State Assembly and a fresh election would be held. It was because three goons had jumped ship to Independent and one frog jumped back to the original BN pond. This particular frog broke all the frog political record in Malaysia. He jumped back within ten days unlike the other frogs who jumped before at every General Election. Anyway my Sultan is the learned of all Sultans in Malaysian history and once the Chief of the judicial system of Malaysia. I left it in the Royal Highness good hands and I don’t bother what the outcome would be. I was very confident that His Royal Highness would declare the State Assembly to be dissolved and therefore I don’t bother. I decided to make a trip to Janda Baik instead and when I am back in the evening, all well would end well. To my astonishment the outcome least that I expected and the Menteri Besar had to vacate his seat. I was just shocked but I just had to abide to His Royal Highness decision otherwise I can be charged for treason. He Master the Law of Malaysia and the Royal Highness knows best.
Case closed.
JANDA BAIK – Good widow or nice widow.
It’s a place perch somewhere in the mountain on the right side of the old Kuala Lumpur Bentong old road. From Kuala Lumpur at the Karak Highway, turn right after the tunnel. It’s just the opposite side of Genting Highland. It’s been a long time since I wanted to step foot at Janda Baik and today on 050209 was my first trip. I have heard so much about the place, the cool tranquility of its environment. The name of the place attracts me.
I went up to Janda Baik with my friend Haji Zaaba to deliver a Laptop Computer, Printer and a Projector to the Kampong Head of Janda Baik, Tuan Haji Zahri Arop. We arrived on time at noon and Haji Zahri was waiting for our arrival. We sat down for coffee and I dig history from him and his Secretary, Encik Azmin.
The population of Janda Baik is around 3500. The first settler was way back in 1932. After the major flood in 1929 surrounding Bentong hinterland, the people were looking for higher ground and they open up this mountainous region. The name Janda Baik derived from two versions. It was about an orang asli couple who divorced and reconciled. The other version was about several widows helping injured Pahang warriors coming back to Pahang through the mountain after helping Selangor in the civil war. Haji Zahri testified that the track still exists today from Janda Baik to Gombak in Selangor and it takes a day trekking. Janda Baik has a Primary school, Klinik Desa, a Mosque, telephone line, electricity and water. Good roads all round and they have several resorts for weekend retreat or hideout. To my surprise, they even have an electronic factory up there. At the end of the road a newly constructed UMNO Training Camp is in progress. The Sultan of Pahang used to visit Janda Baik once a while.
There are several Café and Restaurants at Janda Baik and we had lunch at one called Jungle Café. The food was home cooked, not too bad as they were not expecting many customers due to weekday. We toured the Kobaik Resort and I was impressed by the serene environment and the surrounding greens. A cool mountain stream running nearby and they have several chalets for rent. It cost RM 100 per night and I think it’s quite exorbitant for its size. I may try it one day and I want to dip myself in the mountain stream. On weekend, Janda Baik is busy and most chalets are occupied and the Restaurants would remain operational till late at night. Haji Zahri laughed when I suggested to him to operate a karaoke at the Restaurant nearby his house.
We descended to Genting Sempah at about 1500 hours and stop by at the Surau for our zohor prayer.
Moment I reached home, I was at my computer to follow the latest of the Perak highjack.
Today 050209, I got my janda baik and the BN captured four janda takbaik to form a new Government in my home state, Perak. All the best to my fellow citizens in Perak.
I am not throwing away my old shoes.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Beg to Differ.
In my entry, Up North to the Border dated 4th February 2009, I mentioned that I was proud that the BOTA Assemblyman had joined Pakatan Rakyaat. I wish to correct my statement because at 1700 hours on 4th.February 2009 he jumped back to UMNO. To me he is like a frog, jumping here and jumping there to his whim and fancy. He announced his defection to an audience of about 15,000 of my own countrymen in Bota Stadium. How dare he cheat my kampong folks? I wonder how he is going to face the same people who witnessed his declaration to join Pakatan Rakyaat? This Politician has no back bone or he has been promised million by Najib. Surely both parties would deny. As a Malay proverb goes, no body admitted he shit on the road. Maybe Najib had grabbed him by the balls. Remember….all these while he is an UMNO man, once the Chairman of Felcra. He either jump back or they open his file with the newly form SPRM. If someone is clean, there is nothing to worry of. I would stick to my gun if I am right.
Nasaruddin….you have showed your true color and whatever you do and your decision is, may Allah bless you or otherwise. As anak Bota, I think you don’t deserve to be address as Yang Berhormat. Yang Melompat Lompat is more appropriate.
From UMNO jumped to Keadilan,
From Keadilan jumped back to UMNO,
Don’t be happy with your stunt,
PRU 13, Bota people say we don’t want frog anymore.
Make hay while the sunshine and make more money while you can. Malaysia Boleh, and Wakil Bota Boleh.
PS: Nasaruddin…..please ensure the Padang Tenggala Mosque Toilet is always clean. Whenever I visit my father’s grave and prayed at the Mosque, I could hardly enter the Toilet. As Wakil Rakyaat Bota, it’s your responsibility to educate the Mosque Committee about cleanliness.
Nasaruddin….you have showed your true color and whatever you do and your decision is, may Allah bless you or otherwise. As anak Bota, I think you don’t deserve to be address as Yang Berhormat. Yang Melompat Lompat is more appropriate.
From UMNO jumped to Keadilan,
From Keadilan jumped back to UMNO,
Don’t be happy with your stunt,
PRU 13, Bota people say we don’t want frog anymore.
Make hay while the sunshine and make more money while you can. Malaysia Boleh, and Wakil Bota Boleh.
PS: Nasaruddin…..please ensure the Padang Tenggala Mosque Toilet is always clean. Whenever I visit my father’s grave and prayed at the Mosque, I could hardly enter the Toilet. As Wakil Rakyaat Bota, it’s your responsibility to educate the Mosque Committee about cleanliness.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Up North to the Border.
As I was having my normal black coffee at the usual stall, my friend, Haji Zaaba called me that he was somewhere in the vicinity. I invited him to join me and we were chatting about the latest addition in Pakatan Rakyat by an Assemblyman from my paternal kampong, the constituency of BOTA. I told him how brave he was to do such a stunt and I am proud of the right decision he had made. I am also proud that my ancestors were from Bota, Padang Tenggala to be exact.
Haji Zaaba told me he had to collect some document from his daughter in Kulim Kedah and also to deliver some household goods to his friend in Kodiang Kedah on 1st February 2009. He invited me to accompany him and I gladly accepted. The plan was, we were to put up a night at Danok Thailand, the border town up north and reminded me to bring along my passport.
We left Port Klang at about 0900 hours with two other friends, Nasir and Pak Long Tapa. The old Pajero was very comfortable for four of us but at times for those seated at the rear seats was a bit bumpy. Our first hit was Kulim at around 1330 hours to rendezvous with Haji Zaaba’s daughter. We had lunch at Penanti and stopped for our zohor prayer at the R&R surau. Pak Long was brought up in Perlis and his northern slang is still very thick. We were laughing when he said “kita pi, patah balik mai”. We arrived at Kodiang town at around 1600 hours to drop and left Pak Long Tapa with his relatives. The three of us adjourned to Cikgu Norbi’s house to deliver the goods. We had tea and the famous “pesembul kodiang” for snack. I was fascinated with his house, a beautiful set up bungalow right in a middle of a paddy field and a limestone caves at his backyard. I stood at the patio and was enjoying the beautiful breeze from the open paddy field. Few young guys were playing with the kites, typical paddy field scenery. I love paddy field because at the kampong where I was brought up, I was surrounded with rumbia and rubber trees. Cikgu Norbi invited me to visit him in a couple of month’s time during the mango season and insyaalah I would come.
We proceeded to Bukit Kayu Hitam and parked the Pajero at the Duty Free Shopping Complex. We traveled light and we walked to the Thailand Immigration checkpoint. Being Sunday, there was no crowd entering Thailand and it was the other way round that the cars were queuing to reenter Malaysia. We checked into Grand River Palace Hotel, a walking distance, only about 100 meters from the checkpoint. We were now in Danok Thailand. The room rate was only RM 65, well equip with TV, mini fridge and hot water.
Danok…..to be honest is a sin city. However not all the people who come to Danok are sinners? It’s a heaven for men who are looking for fun, dirty or clean. They have women for a night stand; they have karaoke with young beautiful GRO, discos aplenty, massage parlors everywhere and Tiger shows if you have the correct connections. Danok once a very quiet town had transformed into the bright neon light after the Thai Malaysian border extended the closing time to midnight Thailand time and 0100 hours Malaysian. It gave the fun seekers enough time to sneak back to Malaysia without staying overnight. The town is normally alive from Thursday to Sunday. For those who spend their holidays further north in Hatnyai would make a stopover in Danok before reentering Malaysia. Malaysians are the major contributor to the economic well being of Danok. It is not recommended for a family with children to stay in Danok. There is a special channel at the room television which is adult rating. Left unsupervised you get red-faced.
I was watching the TV3 news bulletin at 2000 hrs Malaysian Time and was surprised that the Perak Assembly Speaker had declared that two Perak Parti Keadilan Assemblymen had tendered their resignation. That was sensational news because Perak Government under Pakatan Rakyaat was in a shaky position and there would be a bye election. Perak is my birth home state and I was equally concerned. Never mind, I would get the latest news at TV3 Nightline Bulletin at midnight and decided to adjourn for seafood dinner. We went to the best Muslim Seafood Restaurant in town and for RM 43 we really had a good dinner for three of us. It was pretty cheap for the varieties of dishes.
Back in the Hotel room, we tuned TV3 Nightline for the latest development in Perak. Then we quickly switched to the ESPN Sports channel for the Liverpool Chelsea game at Anfield Stadium. This game interests me and I was hoping the score would be a draw, an advantage to my favorite Manchester United. The result was disappointing where Liverpool won by two goals to nil. However I felt that the Referee was utter rubbish when he red carded Frank Lampard, the Chelsea midfielder.
We had breakfast at 0900 hours and I like the “roti canai telor” prepared by the Thais. Unlike at our Malaysian Mamak shop, the Thais evenly spread the egg at the roti canai. Haji Zaaba had glutinous rice with fried fish which I totally avoided. Both ingredients are not good for my blood pressure, too strong compared with roti canai. As I was packing, Pak Long called and I told him to meet us at Changloon Coffee Shop as agreed earlier at about an hour’s time.
We walked back to the Thai Immigration checkpoint and it was a very smooth crossing, only three of us at the Immigration booth. We collected the Pajero, paid the parking fees and proceeded to the Malaysian Immigration and Custom checkpoint. There was no hassle too. We stopped for a few minutes at Bukit kayu Hitam Bazzar as I wanted to get some tamarind. Next stop was Changloon for coffee break and picked up Pak Long Tapa.
We hit the PLUS Highway and broke journey for lunch, refueling and zohor prayer at Simpang Pulai R&R. The journey home was smooth except for a stretch of heavy downpour. We reached Port Klang at 1730 hours.
Haji Zaaba told me he had to collect some document from his daughter in Kulim Kedah and also to deliver some household goods to his friend in Kodiang Kedah on 1st February 2009. He invited me to accompany him and I gladly accepted. The plan was, we were to put up a night at Danok Thailand, the border town up north and reminded me to bring along my passport.
We left Port Klang at about 0900 hours with two other friends, Nasir and Pak Long Tapa. The old Pajero was very comfortable for four of us but at times for those seated at the rear seats was a bit bumpy. Our first hit was Kulim at around 1330 hours to rendezvous with Haji Zaaba’s daughter. We had lunch at Penanti and stopped for our zohor prayer at the R&R surau. Pak Long was brought up in Perlis and his northern slang is still very thick. We were laughing when he said “kita pi, patah balik mai”. We arrived at Kodiang town at around 1600 hours to drop and left Pak Long Tapa with his relatives. The three of us adjourned to Cikgu Norbi’s house to deliver the goods. We had tea and the famous “pesembul kodiang” for snack. I was fascinated with his house, a beautiful set up bungalow right in a middle of a paddy field and a limestone caves at his backyard. I stood at the patio and was enjoying the beautiful breeze from the open paddy field. Few young guys were playing with the kites, typical paddy field scenery. I love paddy field because at the kampong where I was brought up, I was surrounded with rumbia and rubber trees. Cikgu Norbi invited me to visit him in a couple of month’s time during the mango season and insyaalah I would come.
We proceeded to Bukit Kayu Hitam and parked the Pajero at the Duty Free Shopping Complex. We traveled light and we walked to the Thailand Immigration checkpoint. Being Sunday, there was no crowd entering Thailand and it was the other way round that the cars were queuing to reenter Malaysia. We checked into Grand River Palace Hotel, a walking distance, only about 100 meters from the checkpoint. We were now in Danok Thailand. The room rate was only RM 65, well equip with TV, mini fridge and hot water.
Danok…..to be honest is a sin city. However not all the people who come to Danok are sinners? It’s a heaven for men who are looking for fun, dirty or clean. They have women for a night stand; they have karaoke with young beautiful GRO, discos aplenty, massage parlors everywhere and Tiger shows if you have the correct connections. Danok once a very quiet town had transformed into the bright neon light after the Thai Malaysian border extended the closing time to midnight Thailand time and 0100 hours Malaysian. It gave the fun seekers enough time to sneak back to Malaysia without staying overnight. The town is normally alive from Thursday to Sunday. For those who spend their holidays further north in Hatnyai would make a stopover in Danok before reentering Malaysia. Malaysians are the major contributor to the economic well being of Danok. It is not recommended for a family with children to stay in Danok. There is a special channel at the room television which is adult rating. Left unsupervised you get red-faced.
I was watching the TV3 news bulletin at 2000 hrs Malaysian Time and was surprised that the Perak Assembly Speaker had declared that two Perak Parti Keadilan Assemblymen had tendered their resignation. That was sensational news because Perak Government under Pakatan Rakyaat was in a shaky position and there would be a bye election. Perak is my birth home state and I was equally concerned. Never mind, I would get the latest news at TV3 Nightline Bulletin at midnight and decided to adjourn for seafood dinner. We went to the best Muslim Seafood Restaurant in town and for RM 43 we really had a good dinner for three of us. It was pretty cheap for the varieties of dishes.
Back in the Hotel room, we tuned TV3 Nightline for the latest development in Perak. Then we quickly switched to the ESPN Sports channel for the Liverpool Chelsea game at Anfield Stadium. This game interests me and I was hoping the score would be a draw, an advantage to my favorite Manchester United. The result was disappointing where Liverpool won by two goals to nil. However I felt that the Referee was utter rubbish when he red carded Frank Lampard, the Chelsea midfielder.
We had breakfast at 0900 hours and I like the “roti canai telor” prepared by the Thais. Unlike at our Malaysian Mamak shop, the Thais evenly spread the egg at the roti canai. Haji Zaaba had glutinous rice with fried fish which I totally avoided. Both ingredients are not good for my blood pressure, too strong compared with roti canai. As I was packing, Pak Long called and I told him to meet us at Changloon Coffee Shop as agreed earlier at about an hour’s time.
We walked back to the Thai Immigration checkpoint and it was a very smooth crossing, only three of us at the Immigration booth. We collected the Pajero, paid the parking fees and proceeded to the Malaysian Immigration and Custom checkpoint. There was no hassle too. We stopped for a few minutes at Bukit kayu Hitam Bazzar as I wanted to get some tamarind. Next stop was Changloon for coffee break and picked up Pak Long Tapa.
We hit the PLUS Highway and broke journey for lunch, refueling and zohor prayer at Simpang Pulai R&R. The journey home was smooth except for a stretch of heavy downpour. We reached Port Klang at 1730 hours.
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