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The Straits TImes Singapore 16th August
DAni Dwi Permana, 18, became Indonesia’s youngest suicide bomber when he blew himself up at the JW Marriott Hotel, snuffing out the lives of five innocent people as well.
Madam Ramila Sangaji, 51, the mother of Dani’s best friend Wildan Novstatian, said: ‘I used to tell my boy Wildan that he should follow Dani because he never fooled around and always said prayers at the mosque five times a day.
But the young man might be just one of scores of teenagers recruited by Muslim extremists in Indonesia, a development that is of growing concern to the government.
Left to fend for himself, Dani had become easy prey for a stranger who came to his village one day to preach a message of violence and hate at the local mosque.
Wildan, 18, told The Sunday Times in a phone interview: ‘Dani had told me one day that he wanted to become a martyr. I told him that he would die for nothing.’
The itinerant preacher, identified by police as Saifuddin Jailani, held religious study sessions at the village mosque every Saturday night.
I read an article on frugality written by the daughter of Lee Kuan Yew today.
My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal.
My parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house by today’s standards, but it is simple – in fact, almost to the point of being shabby.
Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew’s home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the comparison.
I remember a statement by LKY lamenting on fellow SEA leaders amassing their wealth. At the end of the day how many bowls of noodles can you eat, even if you have billions he asked.
Just the night before, I was at the recieving end of an entertaimment spree. The S350 was brand new.The MPV that picked us up was a sleek R class. Lo behold there was a prancing stallion at the lobby. After The yeesang and the sharkfins, the rest of the courses were meant for the dogs. It was just too much. The wine was the only thing that kept the night proceeding on track.
It did not end there. The women and song were next on the menu. By the time it ended, the town was awaken by the roar of the Ferrari. Some Economic pundits say there was money flowing to the masses. This is the entertainment industry. What will happen to The restauranters, the waiters, the bellboys, the mamasan, the GROs when the reality of the financial crisis hit the boardrooms and filter down to the chief entertainment officers.
All good things have to come to an end OR should it be all BAD things have to come to an end. The law of nature says, that kind of business styles will not be sustainable. The answer is FRUGALITY.
Frugality is the economical use of resources to ensure sustainability. A simple lifestylew does not mean that you compromise on your quality of LIFE. There will always be things you like, there will always be the little vices that you enjoy, there will be luxuries that you savour, BUT sustainability is the acid test of your spending.
How many pairs of ferragamo do you want to amass?, how many hermes handbags do you want to pile up? how many sticks of siglo IV do you want to puff a day? Why not air asia x? why not firefly to menado or makassar?
What kind of mansion do you want to live in? after all youare but a nomad, a wandering bon vivant, trying to explore the world.
There are the good life in simplicity BUt there are surely things you have to pay a sum for you to savour. By all means do it as long as you can afford it, as long as it is not wasted, as long as it is sustainable.
Being FRUGAL does not mean that you are going to be a hermit.
Malaysians have a piece of the world right at their doorstep. This is no ordinary outcrop. There are beautifully crafted economically vibrant new buildings, there are grand historic buildings. The Singaporeans have just completed the urban rejuvenation program. Old shops and grand historic buildings have been restored and made functional and aesthetically done up.
It is so difficult to find a fault in the Singapore you see.
The rain trees have replaced the old angsanas. I visited the Botanical Garden, a short distance from Orchard Road. The young maiden, the girl on the bike are work of arts amongst the greens. I love gardens but the obscene structures you see in Malaysian gardens and the low quality trees and plants make you puke.
Orchard Road is still the mother of all malls. They have made Orchard into a giant shopping malls. The christmas shopping and the build up to the new year is second to none. I have not seen anything better then this. You have street performers, street decorations, the lightings and the floats stretching the whole length.
It is reclaiming the no 1 spot in Asia. Will it survive the recession? will you put your money in Singapore? I would.
Saya melawat Pasar Geylang. Ia terletak disatu bangunan sementara yang lebih elok dari pasar tetap dikebanyakan negara. Bangunan pasar baru sedang didalam pembinaan. Walaupun sementara ia teratur, bersih dan nyaman. Kayu ukur kemajuan dan ketamadunan sesebuah negara diukur dari keadaan pasar dan tandas. Jelaslah Singapura negara maju, atau negara dunia pertama.
Negeri Khir Toyo masih kuno. Diharap Khalid bolih menjadikan nya dari darul kotor kepada darul maju.
Teruja sungguh nafsu tekak, duja olih bau dan rupa makanan yang dijaja. Terdapat lebih seratus gerai jualan makanan menjadikannya pusat makan nusantara yang mula saya sukai kerana bersih dan kepelbagaianya.
Ini pasar Melayu. Tiada jual babi, kata pak supir, menyebabkan orang Melayu nostalgik dan masih tertumpu ke pasar geylang.
OrangMelayu pun ramai yang berniaga, melainkan gerai ikan. Yang lainnya dipenuhi peniaga dan peruncit Melayu.
Berikut adalah dialog yang saya dengar di pasar Geylang
” dulu saya bawak beca roda tiga, sekarang saya tolong tunggu teksi. Hari ini saya baru dapat 19 dollar. Orang lebih suka naik bas kerana setip kali tahan teksi, cas 3 dollar”
” dia potong bawang, setip hari 3 guni. dapatlah 20 dollar”
” bayar air letrik dan buang sampah, bulan lepas kena 200 dollar. pendapatan saya 600 dollar. kalau dapat 900 dollar jadi porter seperti ni lebih baik dari jadi cleaner”
” dulu tahun 60an makcik duduk belakang jamban, sekarang syukur leih baik”
” sini tak susah. sini selamat, tak macam JB. JB tak selamat”
” kalau masih dalam malaysia mesti tak macam ni”
Dipasar Geylang, saya makan ayam penyek, beli gandos, talam berlauk dan lopis pulut. Saya juga lihat kemiskinan.
I am taking a break from the joy of work to savor the joy of parenting.
Here I am on the little red dot with the kids without the mother. They are just under my watchful eyes. They are birds in the sky flying in formation not kites with invisible strings.
They woke me up to join them for breakfast which they prepared. Then we adjourned to the pool and they became water babies while the I get soaked into Khalil Gibran’s PROPHET.
I read to them “CHILDREN” . Here It is
Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself
They come through you but not from you
and though they are you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them love but not your thoughts
you may house their bodies but not their souls
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow which you cannot vist not even in your dreams
you may strive to be like them but seek not to be like you
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday
you are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite
He bends you with His might that even His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archers hand be your gladness
for even as He loves the arrow that flies so He loves also the bow that is stable
We had no TV. We had no electricity. We had a radio set but the drycells must have exhausted its ions. Who could afford to buy the drycells when the same amount could get you 3 catties of “beras hancur”?. And we were supposed to be the kampong better offs? I remember ,occassionally buying the cells with the logo of a black cat jumping over the loop of the digit 9. A dry cell with 9 lives. True to form, the cells would be revived by putting them under the sun .
WE could not afford any newspapers. So when there were rioting in Kuala Lumpur, life in Johor was perfectly normal. Schools must have been closed for at least a week because of the emergency but we were never told of the reason. The chinese sundry shops in the malay kampong continued to be opened and we went about our ways in this place call paradise. Poor souls in this place called the golden chersonese.
Looking back and as one who look from the outside, I blame it on chauvinisms. Just like Monsiuer Chauvinist did, there were people who claimed racial and political supremacy. The disproportionate representation of chauvinists among the political parties, associatioan and NGOs being allowed to take centre stage..
The 3 major races were in their own respective silos. The Perikatan was no more than the bangsawan with the help of the kapitan keling and kapitan cina lording over the populace. Outside the government the remnants of the bintang tiga still lurking and the leftovers of the LKY grand plans of the socialist onslaught. And as for the poor malays, the frustration was just waiting to erupt.
I believe that the riot could have happened in the 1965 election had not Singapore and LKY be expelled from Malaysia. Tunku expelled LKY to save UMNO but he managed to delay the rioting by a mere 4 years. LKY was ready with the grand plan to take over parliament with the amalgamation of the socialist front. LKY cried when parliament passed that motion. The Johor Malays lost Teluk Belangah.
Why is Johore spared, in particular in Batu Pahat? I have an answer. Just 20 years before that my Kampong was the scene of bloody rioting. The kampong folk of Bagan, Simpang Kiri and Peserai let loose their parang panjang to revolt against the BINTANG TIGA. It was led by Panglima Salleh. The memories of that bloody event must have sent the descendents of Monsiur Chauvinis curling up under the blanket.
So fellow Malaysians, on this this day, let us remember the sad episode and learn that chauvinism is a real threat to our well being. Watch out for chauvinsts in our midst.