A jaundiced view through glassy eyes My intentions fulfilled I remained calm Prying, groping, wondering,wherever it lies Have I realized now how was it done?
No, my mind’s filled with life’s problems Endlessly trying to alter the mode Needless to assume it’s such a burden A damper to all efforts to lighten the load
A lost soul wrought with trying times Can I expect solace wherever that be Must I venture through without a dime And picture good times most readily
Yes, I must, none who owes me a living Made up my mind, will not be glum The whole wide world is always forgiving I’ll work my ways forward, I would have won!
Would this poem meet the aspiration of a haiku? There is kigo, the season element with the approach of winter. The moras, 17 in all. For this time numberings are included for me to be able to be reminded ( but not for subsequent ones ). I wonder if kireji also is met where there is a contrast shown between drab London and sunny Langkawi. I'm still not quite clear on the kireji element. Anyway, here goes!
The Smog
Dreaded London smog 5 Dark, wet, tunnel like, pitch-black 7 Left us all agog 5
Hark! apparitions 5 Prancing low in the shadows 7 Are you not concerned? 5
Must stop, venture not 5 Eerie, frightful , hair on ends 7 Winter’s sneaking in! 5
Let me see the sun 5 Where is it in abundance ? 7 - Langkawi , my friend! 5
This is a tribute to Ma'am, one who is trying her best to push through a crash course in poetry writing for which I pray I'll measure up to her valiant efforts. Fittingly I based it on her beautiful poem. Hopefully mine qualifies for a quatrain. Let's see.
I’m in Awe
It is beautiful, simple, mysterious and brief Dare I venture in realms foreign to my mind I struggled , awkward , rather crude I believe Dare I, a novice attempt and persist in time
I’m trying, I’m trying ,pray be how do I fare Inspired with her poem, it was such a feat It was about what, a stable door, a mare? How I’d wished I could be really that neat
I’ll plod on led by the hand to keep me in tow But knowing she is there I would continue writing To strive, to really try, a bliss, do I know? Her poem about a horse? It is just fascinating !
This marks the challenge of getting out of bed in a jiffy in the mornings.
Wakey! Wakey!
Slow on the uptake Half conscious sloth like Eyes half closed, it just tugged on the nerves
Can we have a semblance of authority here?
No, they are still at it, not hearing continuing with their forty winks, surfing freely Santa-like, smoothly gliding
It was tortuous, a Spartan journey the round of festivities are over, the goodies of Raya no more It has been days since they last appeared duit Raya givers had virtually disappeared
This is the hour of reckoning, the head is spinning Just got to get up, may be late for solat
There's a place tucked away in the mountains far north. It is to be seen to be appreciated. I was there for a week way back in 1973. The serenity of undisturbed nature was just overwhelming. It brought back fond memories to inspire this!
( dedicated to Ma'am who advised me to be brief and careful on choice of words)
Kashmir
Much maligned, holiday blues
What am I in for?
Set me free, morning dews
Droplets , shining , pierced by the Sun
Tell me more!
Rivulets of clear streams
Gushing down the mountain side
in the Kashmiri landscape
Say, am I dreaming?
No, say no more
A story that’s no ending
Fly Air Asia, onwards, Gulmarg and Pahalgam
Bring me back the flowers, the blue sky,
the snow,gushing streams crystal clear
of lovely maidens, and rosy cheeks
of house-boats and Dal Lake
Kashmir, I remember thee once of yesteryear
Undisturbed , decidedly picturesque, untouched ,
yearnings beyond,
markedly wishing
for Srinagar again beckons!
Dr Andy, Dr Farah and Baby Danial ( you can read about the drama that was the day Dr Farah was born ( here )
My son Azhar, Syed and Mrs
Ruby and Shah
Cuddling Baby Danial - From Left : Zain, Dr Farah, Laila Fitri, Laila Fasha, Pn Maharani and Datin
Dr Farah, Datin and Zariah
Baby Danial and Dr Farah
Syed, OP Datuk Dr Fadzil and Zain
The Bride and Bridegroom bidding the Guests Farewell
We just came back from the wedding of Ahmad Farid and his charming bride, Nur Bahiyah held earlier in the evening of Oct 16th, 2010. Ahmad Farid is the first-born and the only son of Dr Ib and Zariah.
Dr Ib had forewarned me of Ahmad Farid’s impending wedding much earlier in the year. About 2 weeks ago a text from Dr Ib told me that he was back from Dublin with a reminder of Ahmad Farid’s wedding.
I attended the wedding with my loving son Azhar, as my loving wife Shadah is indisposed. We were seated with Syed Alwi , OP ( Datuk, Dr) Fadzil , Zain and Shah together with their respective spouses.
The wonderful evening started off with a doa followed by the merenjis ceremony. It was confined to the family with Dr Farah and Dr Andy as the first couple ( together with cute Baby Danial) all on stage who started the ball rolling. Then others followed including representatives from the bride’s.
On its completion it was followed with an eulogy on Ahmad Farid by sister Laila Fasha. She was choked with emotions at one stage, ( losing a brother but gaining a sister-in-law, so it was! ) It happened for just a split second ( and frankly we did’t even notice, we thought it was a long pause) but she bravely carried on with her speech . Fasha then handed the floor to sister Laila Fitri who delivered her rendition in poetry form ( a verse succinct and sweet ) and most pleasant to the ear.
Then the sumptuous dinner , with compliments of the Hotel, an impromptu speech by Dr Ib thanking one and all, his besan En Jamaludin and guests ( with the visible full support of the whole family on stage, including cute Baby Danial ( who Dr Ib confirmed could be viewed on YouTube by accessing through ‘ Malikiwi ‘ ) It was then followed with the cake-cutting.
The Bride and Bridegroom then graciously bade all guests good-night at the door ( not forgetting that all guests , Dr Ib confirmed would be invited again sometime next year for one of the young ladies’ turn)
Wishing Ahmad Farid and Nur Bahiyah, 'Congratulations on your Wedding and Selamat Pengantin Baru'
A Perfect 10 - It's a 100 year cycle and definitely it's a once in a lifetime affair for all of us now.
The Crowded Hall of Newly Weds - All the couples took the opportunity of getting married simultaneously on 10-10-10. They must have waited in anticipation years ahead.
Our Astronaut and Wife - Datuk Dr Sheikh Muszaphar and Datin Dr Harlina. How elegant they look. They also waited to be married on 10-10-10
10.10 An Extract from Jaafar's Facebook - I wish to take this opportunity to wish my kid brother Jaafar, ' A Very Happy Birthday' - on this Very Special Day on 10-10-10 this year.
Message To Adinda Jaafar - I can still remember seeing you the first time when our Allahyarhamah Bonda gave birth to you on Oct 10,1958. I cannot remember when exactly you arrived but I saw you briefly when I came back from school. You were all nicely and warmly wrapped up. I bent down to say 'cak' but I was prevented from planting a kiss on your cheeks as I was all sweaty. Remember?
How's Isyam with his medical studies? With friends around him he should be able to settle down to his studies comfortably by now. Being overseas at a young age, he will have to endure culture shock initially but he looked confident in his ways before he left. He should be ok. He has already extended to me his email address. I will communicate direct with him as and when ( besides through his FB)
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10-10-10 - A Once in a Hundred Year Cycle
10-10-10 a day perceived as auspicious Some aren’t taken up but to some it did matter Exchanging marriage vows seemed the obvious Blissful ,endearing and they live ‘ happily ever after’
Triple 10 occurs every 100 years nary just one while Prompting couples to get hitched in mass ceremonies Astronaut Datuk Dr Sheikh Muszaphar and Dr Halina did it in style Even inviting to his wedding all his 100 astronaut buddies
The collapse of the Qing Dynasty of Pu-Yi Was arising from the Oct 10, revolution in Wuchang And despite proclaimed a Republic in 1912, 01 January The National day of China still falls on Double Ten
And incidentally nearer home, take a look! My brother Jaafar in that select group too His Birthday as attested to, Oct 10, 1958 in his Facebook An uncanny coincidence, yes, but it is true!
P/S Thanks to Pakcik for initiating the push to experiment on new things
The images I managed to record within those split seconds when the Mother Bird returned with what appeared to be an insect and the Baby Bird clamouring with beaks opened asking to be fed.
The Mother Bird flew away and then after about 15 mins came back again and this time it looked like a cherry in its beak. Baby Bird now stretched higher to get at the 'food'.
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This is dedicated to Pakcik. Now I know how he had ‘pushed’ his wards, the students under his wings. They could not have had an even chance in regular schools but some notable ones turned out ‘gems’ at his ‘school’
Pakcik subtlely issued a challenge to them. A challenge is a form of 'subtle persuasion'. Sometimes it is extended by others and sometimes it is self-imposed. That’s how it did to me. It was a tall order. Pakcik in his blog, the al-Manar ( http://almanar-nuri.blogspot.com/ ) had featured a beautiful poem of ninotaziz. I was fascinated. It came in 3 languages in one poem. It was just great! Henchforth, I told Pakcik I would regularly look up ninotaziz because I liked it. There were exchanges of comments with Pakcik and he goaded me on ( subtlely ). I am to try myself engaging into one. He said it, and it even came with an incentive, five cents apiece!
My gosh, my big mouth, how can I get out of this. It is a tall order. I came across poems in school before, but ages ago. Not quite inclined towards them, anyway.
Somehow reading ninotaziz opened up a something in me. But I didn’t know where to start. Must you start with a story in mind, maybe a theme or what?
Yes, may be that. In that case, let's see. I remember a posting I did on June 01, 2010 ( see ‘Bird-watching – a new hobby? ) .
It was a unique encounter , a chance opportunity which may not happen again. It was about a little bird. Yes, why not turn prose into poetry. That I thought would make it easier, the structure is already there. Yes, why not.
Pakcik’s challenge was yesterday. I spent the whole of last night, right through early morning, bleary eyed and came up with my little ‘poem’ below. Please bear with me. This is a first effort, somewhat crude, short on vocab but, well, here goes!
The Baby Bird – Dedicated to Pakcik
What a stroke of good fortune I’d not with such luck be blessed? One morning , 2010, the 1st of June A little baby bird stirred in a nest
Not unlike a flower in bloom As on a silver platter it dropped There in front of the living room A drama unfurled, unrehearsed sans props
Our Indon helper had spied movements She just couldn’t believe her eyes In a nest that appeared unwittingly dormant A baby bird suddenly comes alive
She rushed to tell me, ‘Bapak , ada burung! A little amused , I thought she’d turned randy But, lo! In all innocence, she wasn’t wrong A baby bird right in front of my eyes to see.
My turn it is now to rush , and praying hard From a vantage position behind the curtains, I hid Still as the night, and stiff as the palace guard I stood, camera at the ready, quietly for my first bid
Pray be, mother bird come back to roost to thy nest I’m waiting, I’m waiting, had never been into bird-watching But favour me, fly in, on your crown that upright crest Just swoop in, pray be, my camera will be clicking
What do you know, my prayers were answered Not once ,not twice but that many that I had hoped ‘twas click, click, click,click, was I flustered? No, a better part of the hour, my patience aptly rewarded
Mother bird, swooped in, a tiny insect in its beak On a tiny branch it perched, just above the nest Baby bird, neck stretching , beak wide open ever so quick So hungry and impatient, it gobbled and chomped at nature’s best
I waited again the morning after hoping for more Mother bird never did appear and true to form Unlike the swallows that are faithfully back to Capistrano The baby bird flew off a few days after never to return
The Annual Camp from 25th July till 9th August 1963 was in Kamunting, Taiping in the northern part of Perak state. It comprised those from the Lower Six Forms and those from Form Fours ( in the honeymoon years so to speak ) who had no major exams to sit for at the end of the year.
The Fourth Formers were freshies who had just joined the RMC at the beginning of the year. They would have gone on a week-end camp at Kuala Kubu Bharu ( KKB) to prepare them for this Annual Camp. It would now be a big thing for them. They found themselves ‘playing soldiers’ at age 16 with all the ‘real army things’ provided, even firearms and ‘live’ bullets, ( at the 0.22 shooting range) . All of them were just too eager on any activity as most things experienced were new to them.
There was an average of about 12 boys per Coy , close to about a 100 boys in total. There were also about 20 others comprising the Officers and Other Ranks who provided logistical support ( the exact number of all categories could not be determined exactly)
The camp-site was more forgiving than that of the Annual Camp 1960 in KKB which was within a typical jungle environment. The Taiping camp-site was more of a waste-land, about 12 kms from Taiping town in a dry area with scanty vegetation and with thin and dry undergrowth.
(Following an exchange of notes with my buddy , OP Zawawi (Datuk) a Taiping boy, we just could not place the present location of the Camp-site now. It may well be where the present Kamunting Detention Centre is located. It does not really matter though.)
In a way, having a venue somewhere not entirely in a thick jungle environment, made it convenient for organising the inter-Coy competitions differently from those before. We could utilise the shooting facilities at the Royal Malay Camp, had Maxwell Hill for the Endurance Run, besides the usual Tug-of-War and Volley-Ball games on site.
This will be in the form of a pictorial essay tracing back activities we went through in and around Taiping within those 2 weeks.
With Razali:
We had just arrived at the Camp-Site in Kamunting. Razali was the driver of the 3-tonner ( military truck ) that transported G Coy ( Coy stands for Company) all the way from Sungai Besi to Taiping. I remembered it well. The trucks were all lined up in a row that dawn of July 25th in Sungai Besi.
Surprises, surprises! We were loading our things onto the truck and there was Razali, my village mate. We grew up together, I was in KL and Razali was in Gemas but we often met during the school holidays in Kuala Pilah where our roots were. I had no indication he joined the Army until that morning - we met in a million-to-one-chance sort of situation.
Temporary Tent with my tent-mates.: From Left: OPs Suhut, Michael (Dr) and Hank. We hastily had the tent up just a few minutes upon arrival ( pending allocation of specific areas for each Coy).
Our More Permanent Structure : With my tent-mates at our 'home' for 2 weeks.
The Camp Area of G Coy : As can be seen we were still working on improvements to the general area.
A Community Project : Constructed to facilitate meal-times and evening chats get-together. From Left: OPs Hank, Nasir Hashim (Dr) currently the PKR ADUN for Kota Damansara, Amiruddin Yusof (Dr,Datuk), currently in Brunei, Ahmat Samat, and Jeffery (Dr)
Guard Duties : In front of the make-shift 'Guard-House' From Left: OPs Amat, Michael (Dr) and Hank.
Wireless Communication : From Left : OPs Hank and Zawawi ( Datuk)
Wireless Communication From Left: OPs Hank and Michael (Dr) Notice the background, bare, devoid of vegetation and dry ( very unlike Taiping, reputed to be the wettest region in the country )
G Coy, At the End of the Endurance Run, up at Caulfield Hill ( A higher point up on Maxwell Hill ) All Sweaty and Tired, From Left: Front Row: OPs Rajan, Amat and Alias. Middle Row: OPs Amiruddin (Dr,Datuk), Zawawi (Datuk) Michael (Dr), Suhut, Tajudin (from A Coy who was one of the Marshals), Nasir (Dr), and Hank. Back Row: Jeffery (Dr) and Ismail (Dr)
We were required to run up Maxwell Hill ( now known as ?Bukit Larut) as a team with Marshals coordinating traffic along the narrow road. It was one of the events in the Inter-Coy competition.
Tug of War: Another of the events in the Inter-Coy Competition
0.22 Shooting Competition: Resting in Between Takes Outside the Shooting Range at the Royal Malay Camp From Left: Front Row: OPs Suhut, Rajan, Hank, Weng Yin, Amiruddin (Dr,Datuk), Jeffery (Dr),Zawawi (Datuk), Ahmat and Sgt Cha Boh (military instructor) Back Row: OPs Ismail (Dr) Nasir (Dr) and Alias
Outside the 0.22 Shooting Range at the Royal Malay Camp: From Left: Standing: OPs Mohd Noor Gear (Dr,Datuk), Ismail (Dr) Sitting: OPs Rajan, Amiruddin (Dr,Datuk), Zawawi (Datuk) and Hank - playing 'sembang' with stones ( to while away the time )
Outing at Taiping Town: From Left: OPs Ismail (Dr) ,Alias, at the rear, Amiruddin (Dr,Datuk), Suhut, Jeffery (Dr) at the rear, Nasir (Dr), Weng Yin, Hank, at the rear, and Rajan
We took the opportunity to organise visits for a day of the vicinity. At the Annual Camp '61 in Cameron Highlands, it was the Hydro Electricity Dam
Outing At Taiping Zoo: Capt Underwood ( Company Commander) was one of the expatriate teachers in the RMC then. For our Annual Camps it would be mandatory to have the presence of Officers, and they would normally take the opportunity to accompany us in such outdoor activities including expeditions.
Taiping Zoo Again : With Capt A C Loone, (Company Commander) , the one without Beret.
Good-bye To Taiping: At the Taiping Railway Station, On the Way Back To KL: From Left: OPs Weng Yin,Rajan, Jeffery (Dr),Suhut, Michael(Dr), Amiruddin (Dr,Datuk) Hank, Zawawi (Datuk) and Amir Shariffuddin (Dr) Squatting: OP Alias
( This snap-shot was taken sometime later in the day, probably in the afternoon. OP Zawawi (Datuk) is seen here not in uniform ie he was in 'civilian clothes' as, being a local boy he had already reached home. He came just to see us off at the Railway station )
The Book Cover of his Memoirs, The American Prince.
The Familiar Image at its Heyday
His Starring Roles - Operation Petticoat
......Son of Ali Baba
......Sweet Smell of Success with Marilyn Monroe
.....Taras Bulba with Christine Kaufman
.....with Jerry Lewis
......with Rock Hudson
.....with Jack Lemmon, Some Like it Hot
His Family with his wife Janet Leigh
..... Janet Leigh again
... ...with wife Janet, daughters Jaime Lee and Kelly Lee
Later Years....
... autograph signing of his Memoirs at Border's in 1989
It is with sadness that I learned of the demise of Tony Curtis, a Hollywood great, who died of cardiac arrest on Sept 29, 2010 at age 85. He was born Bernard Schwartz in the Bronx, New York in 1925, of Hungarian-Jewish parentage. He was one of the biggest box-office stars of the 50’s and 60’s.
He acted in more than 140 films and was nominated for an Academy Award for his portrayal of an escaped convict in The Defiant Ones ( for which he didn’t win and was disappointed at not having won any Oscars at all)
He was the contemporary of the big names of Hollywood, and had co-starring roles with Burt Lancaster (Trapeze - 1956), Frank Sinatra, Cary Grant (Operation Petticoat - 1959 , Kirk Douglas ( Spartacus – 1960 ) Sydney Portier ( The Defiant Ones - 1958) and Jack Lemmon ( Some Like It Hot - 1959)
His leading ladies among others were Marilyn Monroe ( Sweet Smell of Success - 1957) , Janet Leigh ( Houdini - 1953 ) and Christine Kaufman ( Taras Bulba - 1962)
He was equally adept not just in serious roles but also comedies. The 3 known comedies were Operation Petticoat, Some Like it Hot and Sex and the Single Girl.
His last major film role was in The Boston Strangler in 1968, for which he had expected an Oscar for a brilliant performance but didn’t.
He was married 6 times and counted Marilyn Monroe and Natalie Wood as near misses. His first wife was Janet Leigh, his co-star in Houdini ( married in 1951 and divorced in 1962) His second wife his co-star in Taras Bulba, Christine Kaufman was just 17 when they got married. (in 1963 and divorced in 1967) His 6th wife Jill Vandenberg ( 45 years his junior) was with him when he died.
Later in life he made a name for himself as an artist . In 1989, he sold more than US$1mil (RM3.08mil) of his art works on the first day of his Los Angeles Art Exhibition. He was a multi-talented icon, he certainly was unique.
To think that he nearly didn’t make it when he participated in teen gangs in the Bronx but was saved when a neighbour got him interested in Boy Scouts activities at age 16 . He had a stint in the Navy, later made good in Drama School and never looked back.
Lately some headlines appear to be shaping up to be long drawn affairs with the designated fireworks in its wake. Some are slated to be decided through the courts while some others through sheer strength, deceit and hooliganism while some are dignified. What are there in the offing? Let’s see those going through the courts first.
1.The Kelantan Royal House
I could never have imagined what appeared to be a family dispute could well develop into a potential constitutional crisis. I am careful this far to steer clear of matters concerning royalties. It is here now not so much as to comment but rather to take note of a happening within palace walls that would eventually be known by the ordinary folks through the courts. What appeared to be a seemingly innocent affair of His Royal Highness, the Sultan’s medical situation and condition had now turned into something unprecedented, previously unseen in the country – the proclamation of a new Sultan when the reigning Sultan is still alive!
It all started with the Sultan’s sojourn in a Singapore Hospital. There were movements to and fro a few times from Kota Bharu to Singapore and back which indicated that His Royal Highness had not fully recovered. In between there were side dramas of the Sultan’s second wife being physically prevented from seeing him, and of the royal entourage being commandeered and whisked away by an armed group upon returning to Kota Bharu and even a tussle for the Sultan’s luxurious Lamborgini car. All these added to the mystery but did not affect directly the rakyat until it was rumoured that there would be a ‘palace coup’ which was categorically denied by all and sundry. There seemed to be two opposing parties and the rakyat were not privy as to who belong to which though there were indications that the Regent and his royal sisters were on one side while the Sultanah and the royal brothers were on the other.
This came to a head when the Regent was declared as the new Sultan, to be known as Sultan Muhammad V to take over from his father. What surprised me and maybe others as well was the declaration the next day that the Sultan ( the father) was to lose his title officially including certain privileges.
This may need to be done to lend legitimacy to having just one Sultan reigning at any one time. But still it was too soon, and too abrupt to officially have the ailing Sultan deprived of the sanctity of office and stipend. What shocked me further was that on Oct 1st, 2010, it was announced that the Sultan had stripped his younger brother Tengku Muhammad Fakhry of the royal title of Temenggong and other state awards bestowed before by their father.
The legal fraternity in Kelantan is of the opinion that the proclamation to the Kelantan throne of His Royal Highness Sultan Muhammad V is constitutional. To ensure the dignity of office of the position of an ex-Sultan , a special sitting of the State Assembly had approved 2 enactments days ago to provide for a special allowance for the previous Sultan Ismail Petra and his consort.
The above is a narration of what events had transpired up to this point. No attempt is made to cast judgement or opinion of any one of them knowing fully we are not privy to going ons within the inner circles of the royal house.
We are in for the long haul as, on Oct 02, 2010 we were reminded by Tengku Fakhry that the 2 episodes ie 1) the proclamation and 2) the withdrawal of titles and awards on him are being pursued through the courts.
2.Group Lotus vs F1 Lotus
What have we here? I had all the time thought they were one and the same not until some harsh words hogged the headlines. To give a good effect to what’s coming appended is an extract of the news report datelined Oct 01, 2010,
Quote:“Group Lotus, a wholly owned subsidiary of Proton Holdings Bhd will institute proceedings in the next few days to stop the unlawful use ot the Lotus name by the Lotus Racing Formula One Team. Group Lotus was the only company entitled to use the Lotus name and that team principal, Datuk Tony Fernandez fully accepted this matter when they sought permission to use the Lotus name for Formula One in 2009.”
So, ‘see you in court’, the English High Court this time – so that there would not be any hue and cry later of any allegations of our government’s influence in the outcome.
Let’s see those not going to court ( not yet ) but just as likely going by the show of force, fist fights and flying chairs. This was the common scene depicted in their branch elections, not one but practically all of them in Perak, Selangor and Johore.
3.PKR Branch Elections
The spectacle appeared hilarious despite broken chairs, broken ballot boxes and ballot papers already ready for counting strewn all over the floor. Apparently 2 strong and opposing factions are flexing their muscles in the run-up to the much talked about show-down between Datuk Zaid Ibrahim and Azmin Ali, the likely contenders of the Dy President’s post. The PKR in so doing is giving the voters a preview of what’s coming in their kind of administration and these scenarios ( sadly common to all ) are just not pleasant to see!
And while all these are happening the Advisor Datuk Seri Anuar Ibrahim is happily away overseas ( heard say he was seen attending ‘gay happenings’ in Jakarta and Cologne )
4.The Galas By-Elections
The Man Of The Hour, YM Tengku Razaleigh :There were confirmed reports that YM Tengku had accepted the position of Director of Operations for BN in the by-election. It would certainly be a big boost for BN as YM Tengku is held in high esteem in his constituency. It would also be good for him if he delivers the goods. PM Najib would certainly accord the recognition by way of more direct involvement of YM Tengku in the Centre unlike now. A Cabinet appointment in the impending Cabinet reshuffle...maybe? hm,hm! We'll see.
The Galas by–election is on, following the untimely demise of the PAS ADUN a few days ago. This is just warming up and it is not expected to be embroiled in controversies, not just yet. We see the calming and dignified presence of the man-of-the-hour YM Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah at centre stage ( Galas is in his Paliamentary constituency). We are also seeing the ‘unsteady and panicky’ reaction of the PAS election machinery ( as reported in the news) by trying to put a wedge between him and the BN leaders.
In all of these we have not factored yet the expected presence of Perkasa’s boisterous Datuk Ibrahim Ali who surprisingly is a bit quiet for a change but waiting in the wings. He should become direcly involved considering his Paliamentary constituency is within the vicinity.
There are bound to be fireworks and flare-ups in the coming days and weeks. We cannot anticipate where from and from whom and why but we expect it.
