Thursday, June 29, 2006

How's life in a bigger prison, Dae-su?

A few weeks ago, in (yet) another demonstration of how-to-sit-around-and-discuss-issues-that-are-not-of-paramount-importance-to-society, some dude came up with the fatwa that the Kongsi Raya celebrations back home should be banned as it would impede on one's ability to be truly beriman and it might cause a Muslim to lose faith and fall off the road to righteousness.

At the risk of sounding a little immature, my first response was 'what the fuck?'.

Firstly, Chinese New Year is a CULTURAL and not a RELIGIOUS festival.

Secondly, what's wrong in partaking in the celebrations besides that of Islam. We are encouraged to mingle with non-Muslims, we're meant to treat them as breathren. And what better way than to show appreciation and celebrating festivals that are as important to them as Aidilfitri is to us? Just because I receive an ang pow or share a murukku doesn't mean I believe in reincarnation.

Which brings us to the third point - do they fear that the Muslims back home have such weak faith that the mere exposure to a different form of worship will shake the very foundations of their beliefs? If that's the case, then sorry mate, but there are bigger issues at play and a lot more education would be of benefit. I've sat through masses in churches, I've watched ancestors being called upon at temples, I've accompanied friends to Hindu temples when they made offerings - and frankly, I don't see how a little bit of appreciation and opening of one's mind is detrimental to one's sense of spirituality.

Of course, at this point, I'd be greeted with a chorus of 'Kau bukan ulama, tak cukup ilmu...baik tak yah bincang bende2 ni'. Or something along those lines. I apologise but I do believe that ulamas are human beings who're prone to mistakes and I do believe that Allah gave me a brain to use and think. If all I'm meant to do is nod my head and agree with whatever nonsense that's spouted my way, I might as well go and graze at some pasture and say 'Moo'.

I would argue that our country needs more exposure to each other's religions and festivals; especially these days. Yes, we have adverts about how much of a masyarakat majmuk we are but it's appaling how little we truly know about each ethnicity and their culture. I mean, how many of us (those from Semenanjung that is) truly know the importance of the Harvest Festival to the East Malaysians for example? A healthy respect for another's belief - yes, even agnostics and atheists - is sorely lacking in today's herd mentality and it is from these very roots that fundamentalism will rear its ugly head.

Watched Oldboy, Park Chan-Wook's second movie in his trilogy revolving around tales of revenge. In this story, a guy is abducted and imprisoned for 15 years before being released - thus leading him on a quest to determine who kidnapped him and more importantly, why. Dark, disturbing, violent. Quirky cinematography with moments of dark humour that makes it seem almost inappropriate to laugh. In other words, thoroughly recommended.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Mancunian for a weekend

Woke up at 3am on Saturday to spend the weekend in Manchester in the company of individuals introduced to moi by Kudo (pics can be seen at this blog too) and Ninie. I must say that it's been a while since I last bothered to socialise with strangers, but I ended up having a very good time as the food was remarkable, and the company was exquisite. Managed to catch up with old friends as well as make new ones, some of whom I do believe will end up being on my 'contacts list' for years to come.

The drive down was an event in itself, with the driver occasionally forgetting that she was driving a manual and us getting lost at the Manchester ring road. Which is never a smart thing to do as it takes bloody ages to get back to the original spot. Got to the house in good time though, and starting acquainting myself with the folks who were around.

Towards the evening, the house was pretty packed and there was a nice variety of people - very muhibbah - which was what convinced me to stay the weekend. Of course, the non-medics would've gotten a lil bored at times, but you'd expect a certain amount of medical talk when everyone but a couple of individuals were of a medical background.

Was meant to spent night exploring the rather dodgy Canal Street (I swear I felt like I was in the middle of a circus), but thankfully we retired to Fadh's place instead and spent the next few hours indulging ourselves in one of those kinda nights where you look back and realise that you could've shamed the UN security council with the amount of stuff that spouted out of your mouth. It was a fun bonding session, accompanied by good music and the occasional sound emanating from the sleeping Kudo.

Went back, planned to catch a bit of sleep, but was woken up 15mins after I closed my eyes by the excitable Hidayah, the hosts' rather scarily intelligent daughter. Can't remember the last time I debated with a 6-year-old (and almost lost) as well as receive instructions on the appropriate method of building an alien hovercraft with the lego set. I do enjoy playing with kids though, a lot more than our friend (yes, I'm talking about you!) who looked like he wanted to grab a fly swatter and chase them away.

Would've loved to have stayed longer, but duty called. Nevertheless, I'm glad Ninie dragged me down south as I had almost a good a time as Sweetie (who was in Bali) must've had.

I've been exposed to an unfortunate amount of Paris Hilton's new video...is there someplace we can write to in order to get it banned? I'm sure the population's average IQ is steadily decreasing with exposure to such ill-conceived images. Sigh... Having said that, I'll probably end up watching Tokyo Drift later this evening, which is apparently a pretty decent movie. Then again, a movie with fast cars and Japanese chicks in short skirts is bound to excite some people!

Friday, June 23, 2006

Courtesy

One of the things I hate is having to apologise for something that was of no fault of mine. For example, I think that being punctual is a very important attitude to have and as far as possible, I try to be on time for whatever function or meeting that I am to attend and I'd expect people to behave in a similar manner. No so-called Malaysian 20-minutes-late tak kisah attitude. If someone's late by 5 minutes, I start dialing their number. Or if I know I'm going to be late, I'll have the courtesy of calling up and informing that person instead of making him/her wait in the dark. I can think of 2 close friends who've really pissed me off in the past 'cause they were EXTREMELY late for an appointment and didn't bother to inform me beforehand.

Sometimes however, you have to wait for your friend who's busy with something else - might be a last minute coma to type into a report or might be that extra bit of foundation that will mask that beastly spot, but the outcome is still similar - you end up being late through no fault of your own (unless waiting for someone is considered a fault la) and you mumble an apology later on without trying to curse said friend under your breath, who's oblivious to his/her own fault 'cause after all, what's an extra half hour? Or a couple of hours? Or a day or two?

I'm not (currently) pissed off with anyone with regards to time, but I do have this thing against people being oblivious to their discourtesies and acting like everything is chirpy with the world.

By the by, a Readers' Digest has concluded that KL is the 3rd rudest city in the world, in a survey involving 30-odd cities. 3 criteria were looked at - holding open doors, saying thank you and helping someone pick up a fallen item. Only Budapest and Mumbai performed worse. This would come as a surprise to the mat sallehs who read this blog but not to the Malaysians, 'cause we all know how pleasant some individuals are back home when kau-tauing to the melatonin-deficient and how they'd shove an old man aside to get onto the bus 5 minutes. I exaggerate, for sure. But the survey is definitely food for thought, especially when the people of our country are meant to be famous for their budi bahasa.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Mata celik

One of the advantages of being on nights is that you get to spend the free hours doing stuff that you might otherwise not bother doing. Unless you decide to sleep, which is probably the wiser thing to do. In between catching a few mins snooze, I've been able to bounce between a couple of books, work on the medical rota, catch up with the various happenings around the world and finish my first jar of peanut butter and chocolate.

You can tell nights have been kind to me so far. In fact, earlier this evening was the worst bit so far, with 3 patients taking a turn for the worse, but things have settled since then. I know I should sleep now, especially since I've got a meeting with medical staffing later this morning as well as having to meet up with Dr Edge to get his John Hancock, but I'm just too wide awake.

Original plans to go to Amsterdam this weekend have not come to fruition, which wasn't a big surprise. Sweetie was quite correct in guessing that we'd end up taking a long trip to nowhere. At the moment, the idea is to go someplace within the country or Dublin. Can't say I've got a preference at the moment. One of these weekends, I'd like to go to a few places though - Salzburg, Vienna, Portugal, Prague, Switzerland. And perhaps Wales as well. My upcoming long weekends will be taken up by a whole lot of doing nothing, possible trip to Glasgow, along with a trip down south to catch the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Turns out Dr M ain't gonna be booted out by the UMNO Supreme Council, which isn't exactly a big surprise. One wonders what will happen next, and if he's taken to court, will they allow him to sing? 'Cause sing he will, there's no doubt about that. Rather surprisingly, Rina seems to have strong feelings about the matter at hand, with a little speech about how 'Melayu mudah lupa' and what not.

Think I'll go for a walk. It's rather weird watching the sun rise at 3ish in the morning, but it has a strange beauty to it. It's warm enough to walk outside with my hoodie at the moment, and coupled with the cool breeze and the smells wafting through from the cookie factory, it should be pleasant.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Et tu, brutus?

Those who have discussed politics with me will be well aware that I am an admirer of Dr Mahathir, as whatever else is said about him, I do believe that he was instrumental in bringing up the nation and he’s a marvellous politician who’d earn a round of applause from Macchiavelli himself. Mind you, a brilliant politician does not necessarily make a good man, in fact the two are usually mutually exclusive.

So, who am I ‘supporting’ in this recent spate of events? I don’t think that that’s a question we should be asking. At the end of each war, there’ll be a victor but perhaps it is also important to note how the battles were fought. Who’s standing? Who’s fallen? Whatever else may happen, look forward to periods of political chaos as the tree is grabbed and upturned, to shake out all those that aren’t strong enough to hang on. And we can hope that the truly nasty weeds are cut off.

I have to admit, the anti-Mahathir camp has done a relatively good job so far, barring the poor spin doctoring. ‘Elegant silence’? There had to be a better defence than that. But at the same time as the eruption of the war of words, Sukma’s (and hence Anwar’s sodomy charge) is due for a retrial (with judges who’re probably less inclined to be intimidated by the old dude) and Anwar has brought charges to court regarding Mahathir, who:

‘capriciously and maliciously utilized the government machinery, including the police, prosecutorial system, the judiciary, its process and the media by intimidation, coercion and patronage with impunity to concoct and fabricate false evidence of allegations including sodomy and sexual misconduct to justify the cause of action he took against the Plaintiff and caused the Plaintiff’s downfall’.

And in the same statement, the following are implicated in questionable practices :

Tan Sri Eric Chia
Tan Sri Rahim Thamby Chik
Dato Rafidah Aziz
Daim Zainuddin
Tan Sri Halim Saad
Tan Sri Tajuddin Ramli
Tan Sri Wan Azmi
Dato Seri Samy Vellu
Tan Sri Ting Peck Khing
Konsortium Perkapalan (under Mirzan Mahathir)

All the above have been tainted before.

Now, if the court is held in session, that will have the domino affect of prosecution of each individual listed above (with Eric Chia already under trial). This will give ample ammunition for Pak Lah to get rid of these political heavyweights – individuals he might not have gotten rid of prior to this due to the political risks. But it would be a different matter if he’s seen as allowing the judiciary to get on with business and he himself cleans up with one swoop. Why did he not get rid of some of these individuals beforehand? Now you know. And so do they. Small wonder various politicians are grovelling at the PM’s feet.

And if the charges against Anwar are dropped (as they are most likely to be), that’ll leave the door open for him to rejoin UMNO with his cohorts with sufficient justification – firstly, he’s clean. And secondly, he’s combining forces with a fellow Penangite who’s agenda is also all about reformasi and setting things straight. I'll be bloody surprised if Anwar does not get back into UMNO if things go according to plan.

Perception, that is the key to the game.

The ball’s in Mahathir’s court. It’d be most exciting to see what comes up next.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Eventful weekend

Evening train to Edinburgh. Feasted on braised lamb and stuffed peppers. Watched the rather disturbing Feed and decided as a group (Radzi, Kamil, Naw and myself) to cut back and not gorge on food in the future (after gorging on all that lamb). Promptly broke said promise over the weekend.

Walked up Arthur's Seat. Enjoyed the view, but not the breathlessness half way up. Promised self to get fit in future. Not very confident of keeping the promise though. Stood at the top of the hill and surveyed the horizon, enjoying the sunny weather and the fresh breeze. Went down via a different path. Met a kindly old man who told us to choose a different route as the route we were going down on was 'fatal'. Went down anyway. Evidently still alive.

Laughed at the antics of various personalities in Pak Lah vs Mahathir. Watched self and Radzi on the recording of the trip to Spain and laughed as well, thinking 'What the hell...?' half the time.

Reacquainted myself to the joys of fragging in Halo. Was obviously lacking in practice, although was able to not commit suicide too often ala Bomberman. Tucked into popcorn and coke as England performed poorly (but defeated) Paraguay with everyone asking : how the hell was Crouch chosen over Defoe? Jumped excitedly as Argentina defeated Ivory Coast in the best match of the competition so far - amazing fludity of movements combined with astonishing pace. The Ivorians would've probably done better if they had a better coach, methinks, but I'm not complaining.

Gave up on F1 as Alonso won and McLaren faltered. Again.

The almighty (except on clay) Federer lost to Nadal (60-match clay court winning streak). Again.

Listened to some jazz. Had my all-time favourite Zara coat stolen. Probably from right under my nose. Cursed the thief to the seventh level of hell. Thankfully it was warm enough to walk back in a t shirt at 3 in the morning. Cursed again. Especially when I realised that Sweetie's necklace was in the pocket as well. May the coat catch fire while the thief is wearing it, all buttoned up.

Or let the coat get caught in one of those wicked-looking machines that chew things up in factories. While the factory is burning. As the coat is all buttoned-up around the thief.

Which reminds me, also watched Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, adding to the weekend's list of disturbing movies. Brilliantly shot with a witty script though, so I'd definitely recommend it. Then again, I've got a fascination for morbidity.

Damn thief.

Bought a couple of more books to add to my collection of books-I've-bought-but-haven't-read-yet. Spent the evening with mundane activities. Spent today with mundane activities (except for a patient with a heart attack). Awaiting the Italy vs Ghana match. Hoping that Italy will rise to the occasion like Argentina did, but somehow doubting they'll impress as much.

Or maybe the hem of the coat will get caught in the wheels of an 18-wheeler. While it's all buttoned-up. Around the thief. While the truck's on fire. Dragging the thief along a granite road that's covered with little pieces of glass.

Damn I loved that coat. And that lovely necklace too. Sigh...

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Game of Thrones

Yesterday’s surgical on-call was rather difficult on the legs, seeing that I did not have a single moment of rest. There were a number of sickies (2 had to be admitted into ITU) but thankfully it was a case of one person falling sick after another, instead of 3 cardiac arrests going off at once. So I was able to pace myself but I was both surprised and glad when it reached 9pm, signalling the end of a physically and mentally exhausting day.

And you know what? I loved every single minute of it. For the first time since starting orthopaedics, I felt alive. I felt that I was actually contributing something to someone’s life, and that I was not just a glorified secretary. After all, there has to be reason a basic medical degree takes 5 years to complete, right? (yes Shanti, it’s almost over!)

That hasn’t stopped me from taking my half-day today though. Been eating, reading, chatting with Sweetie and writing to Malaysiakini. Got a rather bad habit of writing to that online newspaper whenever I read a letter that makes me go ‘What the…?’ which happens at an alarmingly increasing rate. Might just stop caring one day.

Which reminds me, it’s official – Mahathir vs Pak Lah. The grand old dude has publicly declared the incompetence of his chosen successor. Naturally, the cabinet and UMNO big guns have declared their undying support for the current PM but it’d be more interesting to find out what’s being said behind closed doors and down at ground level. After all, I can’t imagine the Johor UMNO being too disappointed to see the trouble that Pak Lah’s facing. The upcoming UMNO and national elections should clarify things a little (i.e. who’s winning) and should make for good entertainment.

Might almost be as good as the World Cup.

I’d love to see Italy beat Argentina in the finals in a month’s time. I’ll be the first to admit that the probability of that happening is rather low, especially since Italy might have trouble qualifying from the group stages with such tough oppositions. But that’s the whole point of being a fan right? Supporting your team despite the odds, cheering and cursing through every minute of brilliance and stupidity, applauding or threatening to kill the referee with each decision/gaffe he makes… the emotional rollercoaster that is the World Cup is almost without parallel. Even my mum gets into it every 4 years (in 2002, her favourite player was Ronaldinho – she fell in love with his ‘silly grin’).

Aah… let (both) the games begin…

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Gluttony

Dinner menu for the past few days:

Friday = Chinese meal at Mango's followed promptly by dessert at Frankie & Benny's. Might I add that the vanilla cheesecake served on that night was the most delicious that I've ever had my tongue taste? Melts in your mouth quite literally.

Saturday = Elly's char kuey teow with banana cake for dessert - an all-time favourite.

Sunday = Another all-time favourite - Yus' n CT's bbq, which included loads of dead chicken, bits of potatoes and bits of coleslaw. The weather was amazing, since you don't see the girls running indoors for sunblock lotions very often in this country.

Last night = Lost count of the number of pizza slices I had over at Priya's.


Needless to say, it has been a very enjoyable few days, both for the food and company. For 'some reason', I found myself huffing and puffing a little more than usual this morning as I ascended the stairs to work. As per usual, I tell myself to get a bit of activity in my life that can be vaguely considered as exercise, but as usual I find myself with a reason for not doing so.

At the moment, it's 'cause I'm on-call for surgery. Yesterday was horrible, and I did not sit down until 9pm, when I went home. Today however, I've read 2 chapters of my novel, skimmed through a few websites and have finally decided to write in the blog 'cause the only remotely medical thing I've done is write up some fluids for a dehydrated patient. Not that I'm complaining.

I've got a couple of long weekends coming up after my week of nights, and I'm contemplating taking time off to go visit a place I've never been to. Wouldn't mind a quirky little place to salve my curiosity but nothing comes to mind at present. Perhaps it's high time I paid Ireland or Wales a visit or should I go a little further down to the continent? Or should I just stay put and go down to the Lakes and take in the quiet atmosphere that is Cumbria? Hmm...

Anyhow, I'm looking forward to Thursday's half day when I'll be able to chat with Sweetie and hopefully take a look at her pics and this weekend will be spent in Edinburgh, where catching up and hanging out with Radzi will be the order of the day. By then, I hope to have finished A Storm of Swords, as well as made a start on my little audit.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Sunny weather

It would appear that the latest of the summer blockbusters I've watched wasn't a disappointment as compared to the others. X-Men:The Last Stand is meant to be the final movie in the X-Men franchise (doubt it'll be the case though, seeing how successful it's been financially. The again solo character spin-offs might be even more rewarding) and it did not disappoint. The performances were excellent on the whole (can't go wrong with Patrick Steward and Sir McKellan, as well as Hugh Jackman) and it was a pleasure seeing many familiar characters, and characters like Storm and Colossus being given roles that are more to their personality.The only downside was that it did not appeal to the purist in me as it messed quite a bit with the characters' history in the comics.

Actually watched the movie with Prav and Rema, who were going around the UK along with their mum following his graduation. It was fun hanging out with my old mate, and I'm quite happy to see him having passed his exams so sucessfully. Managed to show them quite a bit of Newcastle and Carlisle (not much of the latter to see though) and the trip to the Baltic Centre was quite interesting as well, especially Sam Taylor-Wood's exhibition.

Speaking of photo shots, here's looking forward to the results of Sweetie's photo shoot from last weekend. Methinks there'll be more options for my wallpaper soon.

Work has been remarkably boring, although I have managed to spice things up a little this weekend by getting into an argument with one of the SHOs. Now I have something to look forward to every morning i.e. making his life miserable. A little side project besides the audit that I really should be getting a start on.

I'm looking forward to a lazy weekend, having had a few lazy weekends recently. This time, I hope to finally get down to watching the House Season 1 DVD boxset that I borrowed from Pierre, and also to make a start on the DVDs that I bought last weekend (went a little overboard and purchased 7 DVDs).

Interesting read

Taken from Malaysia Today

Not worth the paper it is written on
Raja Petra Kamarudin

They say in legal circles that a verbal agreement is not worth the paper it is written on. Islam says, if a man breaks his word up to three times, then do not take him as a friend or comrade. Islamic scholar or ulamak Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, also currently Prime Minister of Malaysia, gave his word and he broke it more than three times. Abdullah, therefore, cannot be taken as a friend either in the western or Islamic perspective.

And who did Abdullah give his word to? He gave it to previous Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad -- and of course to all Malaysians in his 2004 Election Manifesto, which he has also broken. And what did he promise Dr Mahathir? Many things, amongst which are that the Scenic or ‘Crooked’ Bridge would not be abandoned, the double tracking railway line would be pursued, and the national car, Proton, would be supported -- just to mention but three.

After Dr Mahathir announced his resignation to a shocked Umno General Assembly in mid-2002, Abdullah and Dr Mahathir spent 15 months in countless conferences to discuss what the former should and would do when he finally takes over as Prime Minister in November 2003. Dr Mahathir went into great detail and explained at length why he did what he did in his 22 years as Malaysia’s Prime Minister. Dr Mahathir had a reason for his many perceived lunatic moves. Even Abdullah, who was his deputy soon after Anwar Ibrahim’s exit in September 1998, could not understand everything that Dr Mahathir did. Now he does.

Abdullah sat there taking pages after pages of notes as Dr Mahathir gave him a 15-month crash course in Mahanomics (synonymous with Reaganomics). By the end of the 15-month training and orientation programme, Abdullah understood fully what was in the head of that strange animal called Mahathir. More importantly, Abdullah now saw the logic in Dr Mahathir’s every move and agreed that, though sometimes somewhat devious, many of these moves were actually quite necessary in the pursuit of the bigger objective.

Many of Dr Mahathir’s moves would certainly appear loony to the uninitiated. They would appear even stranger when viewed in the backdrop of what was perceived as a failed plan. Dr Mahathir was a blunderer and the many disasters he left as a legacy to Abdullah in November 2003 laid testimony to this. But Abdullah knew they were no disasters. He did not know earlier of course. But 15 months of sitting in front of Dr Mahathir and taking notes as the Prime Minister imparted his innermost thoughts left Abdullah with no doubts that this old man knew what he was up to and these moves could only be labelled as brilliant.

Take the Scenic or ‘Crooked’ Bridge as one example. No one would disagree if we were to say that this is the most stupid idea yet to come out of Dr Mahathir’s mind. Why build half a bridge? Why build such a silly looking bridge that would wind its way around because it had to join the Causeway halfway across the Straits of Johor or Tebrau Straits?

If they built a full bridge, then the bridge could be built straight, lower and shorter at maybe almost the same cost as half a bridge. But now they are building half a bridge, so it has to be crooked and higher -- and the cost for half a bridge is not half the cost of a full, straight bridge. But they can’t build a straight or full bridge because Singapore will not allow their half of the Causeway to be demolished and they are not interested in building the other half of the bridge on their side or within their territorial waters.

Singapore could of course agree to join Malaysia in this bridge project and agree to the Causeway being demolished and a full, straight bridge be built to replace the Causeway. But Singapore wanted the bridge to be packaged with a lot of other goodies, all in Singapore’s favour. These goodies would be like throwing in the supply of sand, allowing Singapore Air Force planes more flights over Malaysian air space, plus a re-look at the water agreement.

Dr Mahathir did not agree to this. He would not package the bridge with all these other issues and he wanted each issue to be an issue by itself and to be negotiated separately and on its own merits. Dr Mahathir was no fool. He knew if he rejected Singapore’s demand for a packaged deal, then Singapore would not agree to the bridge. Malaysia could go on with the bridge if it wanted, but it can only build a bridge on Malaysia’s side, not on Singapore’s side. Therefore it would have to be a silly-looking half-bridge that would need to be highly elevated and winding.

That was exactly what Dr Mahathir wanted. He wanted Singapore to reject the full, straight bridge idea and stipulate that Malaysia can only build half a bridge if it still insisted on proceeding with the plan. Dr Mahathir did not want a full bridge. He wanted a half-bridge. A full bridge would mean it would have to be straight and therefore low. A half-bridge would force the bridge to curve and therefore it would have to be built highly elevated.What Dr Mahathir really wanted is the space beneath the bridge which a full bridge would not offer while a half-bridge would. And why did he want this space? He wanted it because he wanted large container ships and oil tankers to be able to sail under the bridge.

The Straits of Melaka is one of the busiest sea lanes in the world. But ships plying the Straits cannot reach Johor Port unless they sail around Singapore. So they would rather stop at the Port of Singapore instead of coming to Johor. Even ships carrying goods bound for Malaysia would rather stop at Singapore for transhipment to Malaysia rather than sail to Malaysia. Once there is a highly elevated bridge, then the ships can bypass Singapore and come straight to Malaysia.

In short, a highly elevated ‘crooked’ bridge would boost the viability of Johor Port and pose a serious threat to the Port of Singapore. To be more dramatic, the bridge could actually kill the Port of Singapore and make Johor Port the new centre for imports to and exports from Malaysia -- plus for those Indonesian importers and exporters as well who currently would rather use Singapore than sail the extra distance around Singapore to come to Johor.

That was what Dr Mahathir really wanted. He was not actually interested in the bridge. He was more interested in Malaysia overtaking Singapore in the port business. And the crooked, high, half-bridge would be able to achieve this. A straight, low, full bridge would not. Dr Mahathir very cleverly manoeuvred so that Singapore would disagree with the full bridge and would instead ask Malaysia to proceed with half a bridge. Once they said that, Dr Mahathir got them exactly where he wanted them. The half-bridge is Singapore’s idea, not Dr Mahathir’s, so Singapore cannot now turn around and say that they had been tricked and the bridge was merely a Red Herring and that the real motive was to outdo the Port of Singapore.

Somehow, along the way, Malaysia’s Foreign Minister packaged the supply of sand and more SAF flights over Malaysian air space in the bridge deal. Dr Mahathir never agreed to this. But Abdullah did for reasons known only to himself and his son-in-law, Khairy Jamaluddin. The sand would of course come from Johor and those individuals who will be awarded the contract to supply sand to Singapore are family members of those involved in the decision-making process at the very top echelons of power -- those walking in the corridors of power. The supply of sand is not a government effort but a private arrangement. What is even more perturbing to Dr Mahathir is that Singapore did not demand that the supply of sand be included in the deal. This idea came from Malaysia. It was Malaysia that proposed it, not Singapore that demanded it.

When the Johor Menteri Besar found out about the supply of sand arrangement he was outraged. Dr Mahathir had banned the export of sand back in 1997 and Johor was quite happy with this as the sand was coming from Johor and it is the politicians and their cronies who are making hundreds of millions out of it. For the first time in his life this very polished man who always has a sweet smile for anyone he encounters lost his cool. He never raises his voice, especially to the Prime Minister. But that day he did and he told the Prime Minister that Umno Johor will strongly oppose any Johor sand being sold to Singapore. Even the palace got into the act and there was a danger of another Constitutional Crisis erupting.

In short, there was a mutiny and Johor was in revolt. A crisis never before seen in Malaysian history was about to explode. This was a state-federal conflict in the making. Abdullah had blundered big time. He had agreed that the bridge would include the supply of sand to Singapore. Now Johor, the source of the sand, put its foot down and threatened to resist at whatever cost, and Johor can be as independent as Kelantan if it so wishes. They would also reveal the names of all those who stand to benefit from this supply of sand; family members of those at the very top of the Abdullah administration. If you think the Mahathir-Anwar crisis was exciting, the supply of sand to Singapore would dwarf this by far.

Two days later, Abdullah announced that the bridge project would be aborted, after starting work on it (and incurring a liability of RM100 million). Three weeks before that, Parliament had reiterated the bridge project would go on and the Minister of Works himself assured Parliament that this would be so. But now it was off. They would not be proceeding with the bridge. They could not proceed with it. To proceed with it would mean they have to supply sand to Singapore. And this would create a massive crisis between the federal government and the Johor state government. The only way out of the supply of sand commitment would be to abort the bridge project. No bridge, no sand, and no federal government-Johor state government crisis, plain and simple.

But it is out of the frying pan, into the fire. Without the bridge, there would be no way ships could sail to Johor Port through the Straits and the Port of Singapore would continue to dominate this region. Dr Mahathir’s plan to build up Johor Port and challenge Singapore’s dominance was thwarted. And it was thwarted by no other than his successor who had promised him that the bridge would go on. And it was thwarted because some greedy people in the decision-making team had tried to get rich quick through selling sand to Singapore by packaging the sand supply deal in the bridge proposal.

Dr Mahathir was hopping mad. Abdullah had made a big booboo, and to get out of this booboo he cancelled the bridge project. Abdullah was trying to save his arse. But in doing so he sacrificed Malaysia. Johor Port would now have to remain as pathetic as it has always been. And the Port of Singapore would remain the big wheel of this region. Flushed down the toilet is Dr Mahathir’s plan for overtaking Singapore. And, to make it worse, Abdullah had promised Dr Mahathir the bridge would go on. And he understood fully well why it must. And he realised that the bridge was for the good of Malaysia’s commerce. But saving his arse was his first priority. Saving Johor Port has to come second.

That is the story of the ‘Crooked’ Bridge. There are many other stories such as about the double tracking railway line, the national car, and more. Suffice to say, the double tracking railway line had the same objective as the ‘Crooked’ Bridge; in that Malaysia’s commerce would improve and Singapore’s dominance in the region would be given a serious challenge. But Abdullah aborted this as well.

The double tracking railway line was actually the first move. Once the double tracking was done, then the high speed train was supposed to follow. Imagine the day when one could live in a cheaper town like Ipoh where property prices are half those in the big city, yet work in Kuala Lumpur -- and the time it takes to get to work from Ipoh would be faster than driving from Subang Jaya to Kuala Lumpur today. The small towns would boom and development would be spread out throughout the country instead of concentrated in a few key areas like it is today. But that too now remains just a dream.

The MV Agusta matter is another issue. Dr Mahathir was going to use MV Agusta to develop a peoples’ car (volks wagen) that could be marketed for as low as RM10,000, or less. MV Agusta had the technology to do this and the cost to buy MV Agusta, in spite of it debts, was still lower than embarking on this project doing your own R&D from scratch. R&D costs billions of Ringgit and to develop a car from scratch would not only cost more but would be time consuming as well. Even if you are prepared to pay the higher cost, the time would take too long. MV Agusta was a short cut and at a cheaper price on top of that.

But MV Agusta was sold off for RM4 and Dr Mahathir’s RM10,000 peoples’ car went down the toilet, just like all the others. In fact, the sale of MV Agusta itself raises other questions. How did they decide who to sell it to and do those in the decision-making process have an interest in the company that bought MV Agusta? (Which raises the issue of conflict of interest.) Dr Mahathir knows the real story, as he does about who those sand suppliers are, but he is not revealing all, at least not just yet.

It is not that Abdullah is ignorant about all this. He knows the agenda behind the ‘Crooked’ Bridge, double tracking railway line, MV Agusta, and much more. He knows that all these are mere catalysts for bigger things. And he agreed that these are necessary for the future of the country. Yet he dismantled them one by one just to make it appear like Dr Mahathir is stupid and that all his ideas are stupid. It is all about politics and of trying to undermine Dr Mahathir. And what better way to do this than to dismantle what Dr Mahathir started and give the impression that the previous Prime Minister was a nut case. So the country suffers. So what? That is the small picture. The big picture is: Dr Mahathir is embarrassed.

The Free Trade Agreement (FTA) is another thing that Dr Mahathir was and still is against. All those years he was prime minister he resisted the FTA. Then, late last year, Abdullah secretly signed the FTA with Japan whereby Japanese automobiles would have free access to the Malaysian market while Malaysian vegetables would have free access to the Japanese market. Malaysian vegetables? What vegetables do we have that we can export to Japan? We do not even grow enough for our own consumption and almost everything we eat needs to be supplemented with imports. Anyway, do the Japanese eat our vegetables? Abdullah might as well have signed an FTA with Canada whereby we export ice cubes to the Eskimos.

The FTA Abdullah signed with Japan was so confidential that even the Cabinet did not know about it until Abdullah informed its members later, after it had been signed. The Cabinet members were shocked, but by then it was too late to do anything about it. And how is Proton going to survive once Japanese cars get free access to the Malaysian market when even Europe and the United States can’t compete with them?

Proton is a dead man walking. Its days are numbered and it will be just a matter of time when the national car folds. As the Malays would say: siap kain kapan (prepare the funeral shroud).Now the United States also wants the FTA with Malaysia signed and the US-Malaysia FTA would open all government contracts and procurement to US companies. That is the end of the New Economic Policy. The days of the Bumiputera businessmen are numbered. Malays will have to revert to becoming clerks and drivers again.

Dr Mahathir is beginning to doubt whether Abdullah knows what he is doing. As far as Dr Mahathir is concerned, whatever he did, he did with the interest of the nation at heart. But Abdullah’s moves, the way Dr Mahathir sees it, are moves of a traitor who does not care about the country’s interest. Dr Mahathir is quite prepared to allow Abdullah to run this country the way he, as Prime Minister, sees fit. But Dr Mahathir will not remain silent and allow this state of affairs to continue if, as he put it, Malaysia’s sovereignty is jeopardised. Dr Mahathir would rather take on Abdullah than allow the man to destroy this country. Not just Dr Mahathir, but many Umno veterans as well believe that power in the hands of Abdullah is like giving a flower to a monkey. Monkeys do not appreciate the beauty of flowers.