In the Mood to Cry

Author: Ed

Call me a girl, call me a poofter as long as I can try.

Today for no reason I like to cry but the fact is I can't. I couldn't force the gland to produce salt-taste dew down my cheek.

But what I could do was listening to sad songs.

I'm trying to get to the core of this melancholy mood. When I dig, nothing major in my life than needs me to cry. Maybe horoscope running bad today! yes, blame the zodiac

The last lesson? I don't think I should say that. Reason being? I don't learn much from the creative writing class I took except I learnt a good lesson- not to study at Auckland University! reason being? The practical and technical class turned into a theoritical and more to literary criticism. That's the reason being.

I feel a bit restless today. My heart beats at the same speed as the clock ticking. Reason being? My piece (writings) will be criticised later today in class.

For some reason, I feel like people won't like my story despite that some of my friends have read it and loving it but I'm not fully convinced. Reason being? I crafted the story as per scene for screenplay.

Sighed.

I really want to put the story in here but due to copyright reason, I don't want my idea to be stolen! 'Cuz I have a bigger plan to that piece to be a short indie film.

Of Short Course

Author: Ed

Today, my second session at University of Auckland.

Oh yeah, in case I forgot and in fact I forgot, I enrolled myself at Auckland University short course in Creative Writing. Motive? To write creatively. I doubt it will happen.

So last week Tuesday, 9 Sept was my first class. I was in a car waiting for the class time while eating my kebab for buka puasa. Seriously, studying after hour (working hour) is a pain in the ass. Here's why. I finished work at 430pm and I got 2 hours to dispose before the class start. These 2 hours sounds like, you can spend it without even realising it. But when you fasting, these 2 hours can be torturing. What more you are at the last few hours of your fasting and you energy run low. I tell you, i was dragging my legs around town for window shopping to spend those 2 hours.

I refused to hang out at library. With my almost empty stomache, I couldn't picture my stomache making loud sound breaking the silent. I don't want people to stair at me and having the thought I'm starving myself to look like Paris Hilton or worse think that I am a malnurish and broke Asian. Oh poor me.

Anyway at about 6ish just before the class start i walked in the building. It was dark with several lights were on. It's early spring and day time still shorter than night. Outside, the trees that line the street gave me a spook. With only trunk and branches with the absent of leave, the silhoutte of tree behind the street light really look like set in horror movie.

I was waiting for the lift then there was lady standing next to me. I don't bother to look at her. Not being sombong but just not into people. She got in the lift and she press the buttoned to 3rd floor. "Which floor?" She asked.

"Third", I said "are you attending creative writing?" I just don't want to have awkward moment in the lift.

She said yes and i told her it's been ages since the last time i did some studies and she also agreed with me. We talk while walking into the class. She did introduced her name but I just don't remember. I'm really bad at name. I almost forgot my father's name. Just kidding.

We sat next to each other. I looked around. It seemed like i was the only non-white there. There were 5 man and double the numbers are female students. They all looked aged. Some in their late 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. Suddenly i felt damn small.

Having the idea that English is my second lingo, am i up for this course. Creative writing, do i have the juice for english writing. Gosh, i felt small like the biji sawi. Seriously felt intimidated.

When everyone was there, the tutor wanted us to introduce ourself with these points- name, writing experience, and current reading.

"Hi, i'm Shahwaluddin Mat Rasul-"

"What was your name once again?

"Shahwaluddin"

"I'm sorry. How do i pronounced it?"

"SHAH-WA-LUD-DIN" Gosh. This is the reason why i hate my name. "But just call Ed. I was PR for ** and I've writing for the media back in Malaysia. Press Release and all that stuff. But i don't like corporate writing. The last book i read was Losing My Virginity by Richard Branson"

And since then I'm no longer below the radar. My name keep being called. I don't know why, since uni, lecturer or tutor always asked me in class. Was it because i have a nerdy look? I should blame my eyeglass then. Thanks to Ryan for exporting the red glass from Malaysia.

Then we have the writing exercise. We were asked to describe a street or hood (neighborhood) from a child perspective that witness and accident but not describing the accident. My brain could work that out. Apa taknya baru lepas buka puasa then pekena plak exercise yang very confusing. But i did indeed write mine. But it was suck caused it full of "but" in my sentence!

Then the other read theirs. I was like, omigod, they were freaking good man. the imagination is very vivid and being put into writing. Then this sudden urge in me, "in wanna be like that". I did not feel small though. Despite mine was completely terrible. I learn just by listening to their writing. Then i know how should i write the next time we have exercised like that.

Anyway today is my second class and i've been a noughty student. I didn't finish the reading that Craig (tutor) gave us. Shit. Nevermind. I won't participate in critical discussion of that Kundera work about Prague.

Hopefully i didn't not make fool of myself tonight. The only thought i have now is what to eat more than what to read.

We heard you went to circus?
How do you know? Whatever I did people will notice (laugh). Anyway, yes I went to circus last Friday. My housemate told me he got free ticket from some people at charity organisation. So after dinner we took bus to ASB Showgrounds.

So how was it?
Nervous at first.

Nervous? Should you be happy?
Okay I tell you what, personally, I don't like clown. Never ever like them. So you know, circus and clown are jive together so I was a bit afraid. Frankly, I'm phobia to clown after I watched IT (adaptation from Stephen King novel) when I was little. Since then every time I see them, I kept thinking about they are an infanticide or a serial killer that hunting children. Scary (his hair stands at its end).

So you see them (clowns)?
Thanks god I done. I think if they welcome me at the entrance, I bet I make some scene there like I was about to enter ghost house! (laugh). The clowns that I saw were on top of their (circus) van with their wide eyes and big nose. I dare not approach them even though my housemate asking me to take the photo.

Then what happen inside?
we were there at about before 7 pm and the show started at about 7ish because they were having a charity auction right before the show. Oh yeah, the night that I went was for charity. There were some bloody good deal during the auction for example digital SLR for sold for NZD$700 whereas the RRP is about thousand plus. After the charity auction ended, they turned the light off. Then we heard this husky and coarse voice talking something over the microphone. Then I was like, "who is this retard?". Then the spotlight light followed and that was when I saw his face. He look like Einstein with round belly and that super frizzy grey hair (or maybe it was blond!) and wearing red tailcoat. Immediately I felt sick. Felt like throwing up. Nak muntah.

Why?
I don't know. It's hard to explain. But I bet it something what I was conditioned when I was a kid. You see I did watch movies and tv programmes about circus. If you remember, circus at those time (19-20th century or perhaps until now) were oppressive. The owner of the circus using forced labour and threat to their casts and talents. And those working at circus were freaks- those people that doesn't fit in the society like a lady with beard whereas she was having excessive male testosterone . They were underpaid or not being paid at all and living in poor sanitation and diet. So when I was a kid I always felt pity for them though I know it was just a movie but I have a reason to believe it (were real). I still think it was real. So back to this Einstein guy, I didn't look at him and my housemate told me off to not saying "retard" as it derogatory.

You weird man (laugh), I think you can also work in circus.
HEY!

Just joking. So what's after that?
Before that, I was reading the ticket and it said "Shokarn- Oriental Spectacular" and from the cover they have this Chinese guy with red nose riding a dragon. Instantly I knew it something got to do with chinese acrobatic performance. Then I read some description at the back (of the ticket), "Emporos, princesses and dragon fly high into the air to recapture the sphere so that the kingdom is saved. All thing intermingles with the magic of the circus in this fabolous new show". It sounds good.

Was it?
I thought the acts was having some sort of story telling element but not all, only the opening act. The write up was like Peter Barnum and Robber Baron era of public relations- it was merely a hype and nothing like it (I'm sorry because I sometime read too much and started to become so critical to many things in life). But nevertheless, the first acrobatic performance was pretty cool.

Tell us about it.
Look at the video.

Okay, how about the other acts.
Some were lame and some was boring and some were ok.

It sounds you don't enjoy it.
I wasn't. Since this is my first time, now I know circus is not my thing and I will never like it. During the show I kept raising questions and my friend was a bit annoyed I guess. For example, I asked him did the Chinese performers were having a proper visa to work in circus or were they holding just a visitor visa. They were also kids working at the circus and I started to wonder should a kid be allowed to work even though it is for show business. My head that night keep boggling.

So describe your night in 15 words.
Disgusting. Gross. Manipulative. Exploitation. Cold. times these 5 words by 3 and it shall make 15 words!

Path To Follow.

Author: Ed

Let me tell you something that I never tell anyone before. I now know the power of god.

When I was in Malaysia I wasn't the god fearing person. I did pray but very seldom. I prayed just to satisfy my parent. I prayed not to ashamed off not praying and when i was just by myself there were unlike that I will pray. I would rather just sit around and let the (pray) time passed without any feeling of guilt.

Nonetheless, I still get what I want. My only philosophy at that time was, if you work it out you will get what wanted and prayer was lame excuse for abiding Muslim to get what they want without any effort. I believed this is how I got here (New Zealand) with my tireless ways to make my wills came true.

Then there ups and down in Auckland that I handled beautifully with my sane mind. Still I strongly believe it's nothing got to do with god and there were solely from my own effort to make or break.

Things turn custard when my visa expired, my instances happening and all of them is beyond what I can control. I constantly being tested here and there, poke at many angles and keep getting problem with Immigration. And I was still into myself, I still manage to handle it. There are few individuals helping me (Cherlyn, Graeme, Halimah). My inner strength is still strong. I still didn't face any nervous breakdown. I became strong and still I think god has nothing to do with it.

Until when I ran out off effort, when I reached the last resort to complaints to Member of Parliament of Auckland Central yet the outcome was still uncertain. That's when I found my god. I started to approach him like never before. I started to pray 5 times as we obliged to do- something that was hard for me to do before. Then I started to sacrifice some hours of my sleep and waking up at the wee hours to sujud in front of him asking forgiveness and requesting my wish to get my work permit being granted.

I did it religiously. Constantly looking at look for the next praying time. I have changed to somebody I was not. Surprise to my own self. But all for my own good.

Then last week on glory Friday afternoon, after almost two month get my self close to god, He finally giving me second chance to live in New Zealand for another 9 months. Though I was applying for 2 year work permit, I didn't complain. I got no reason by the way and learn to appreciate.

I still remember on that day, Friday 27th June, I said alhamdulillah for god knows how many times. It came out of my mouth like bertasbih to him.

The news came with a price, knowing how glorious He can me. The almightiness. Now I know how powerful doa can be. It is in fact our sword but provided we had all the effort working in hand with the prayer. There's no point hoping from god without making you own effort and that's lazy. In my case, I had all the efforts but I was arrogant.

Since the good news, my life start to come together again. I got my old job at Telecom NZ.

On Thursday 3rd July, I walked with my housemate to my first day of work.

"Did you realise today I was suppose to be the day I fly back to Malaysia", I told him.

In case my visa was rejected, I booked flight on 3:15 am of 3rd July back to Malaysia. Instead, at 6:50 am I was still in New Zealand instead of boarding Royal Brunei Airlines and could be somewhere at Australia's airspace.

But at 6:50 am, I was walking following path He had chosen for me.

Allahu Akbar.

Ask any kids who they are terrified most. Chances are, more than half of them will say dentist. Forget kids, I've known a fully grown adult who also scared of visiting a dentist. He'd rather take panadol to relief the ache!

Am I scared of dentist? Boastfully I got no reason to scared of them (unless there's a clown in their office! Oh yeah. I developed a clown-o-phobia and this thanks to Stephen King's IT!). Anyway, I wasn't religiously visiting them as per recommended every sixth month. To be frank I can't even remember when was the last I had my teeth check. What I remembered I had a filling at IIUM Dental Clinic. Was it 2005 or perhaps 2006. In short, it was more than 2 years.

This few months, I keep gettting toothache especially at the top right and sometime bleeding even when I merely gargle. Considering it has been awhile since the last visit, I gave a serious thought to visit one (dentist) in here. This morning, I called one clinic at Quay St which I saw when I taking bus and asking about the treatment cost. They quoted me NZD$250 for scaling, polish and X-ray.

Then I asked my friend about her dentist and rang them. The clinic is at K' Road which is nearer to me. The lady that answered the phone told me it will cost me about NZD$150 for the same treatment quoted at Quay St clinic. I am being calculative, so I went to the later clinic.

I appeared at the clinic at about 5 minutes to 10. Judith, the receptionist asked me to fill up a form since this is my first visit. Then I was ushered to a dentist room and was introduced to Dr. Tammy. She's an asian. I'm not sure what she is; chinese, korean or japanese but one thing for sure she's from far east asia.

I bet she not an immigrant considering her age, she looks young and her impeccable kiwi english. Perhaps she was second generation or third kiwi.

Dr Tammy was really professional. When we done the check up she constantly asking me if it hurts. I still remember when I was in IIUM clinic, they don't bother to us how I was feeling.

The gadget in the clinic was pretty modern. She done the X-ray for record. She then checked each individual teeth and once she discover some cavity she used camera (very high definition and allow me to view it.) It was pretty amazing to be able what's inside our mouth especially those are that we can't reach. A small cavity look like a crater in Mars. I was quite embarrass when she showed me the images of my wisdom tooth. There were stained.

"I hardly can reach there even when I floss" My simple excuse.

She then told she will teach me how to brush our wisdom tooth and that added my embarrassment. I would rather know how (to brush teeth) rather keeping my ego. Well to some it might sound like an insult. But who cares. It your teeth, let the professional do their job.

She started scaling my teeth to rid the plaque away. Followed by polish which leave a tingling effect on my lips. Then she told me I need to do 2 fillings. It was tiny mini actually. But hey, better do now before it gets worst.

It took about almost an hour for the whole process. When finished, as promised she demonstrated on how to brush my wisdom tooth. Now I know how.

Then the scary part- billing time. When calculated, I have to pay total of NZD$430 approximately RM1075 for 2 X-ray, scaling, polish, and 2 fillings. My mistake. I should have done the cleaning only. The dentist even recommended that but I was like, "just do all in one" and now I'm paying all in one!

I was quite worried. I'm not sure my credit card carry that much balance. I told her, the receptionist, to try swapping my card. But declined. Then I asked her can I arrange installment and she said I could. So I just paid half of that sum and the remaining will paid next week. Solve billing problem.

One thing about New Zealand healthcare, it extremely expensive in here. Healthcare professional are in scarcity. This dentist is one of the cheapest considering I'm living in city central. You can't get any cheaper (unless it's done by non-credible dentist. I wouldn't risk that).

In Malaysia, I remember when I was a kid going to dentist cost us about RM1 at the government clinic but I'm sure how it is now. You tell me.

Anyway, no matter where you are be it Malaysia or overseas. I think we should make it a habit to have it frequent check for our own good. Remember, we only get one set of teeth and it won't grow anymore like hair. Once your tooth aching your whole body is aching.

So now there's a big hole in my pocket and it burn again for the next 6 months.

Since the visa expired, Ed was left unemployed and finally the good news arrive. Our reporter are first to approach him.

Congratulation on your visa.
Thanks, mate. Syukur alhamdulillah

How you feel now?
The first thing I do was screaming. I always make noise when I'm happy or sad. I felt a big relieve. It's been a long battle I fought and it's seemed worth my time to wait though it wasted a lot of money.

So what's next?
I called my agency on the same day telling them my visa status. Previous they (recruitment agency) posted me to Telecom's Wholesale Provisioning Department. When my visa was expired early this year they put my name in KIV so I hope they will get my old job back. Anyway, they said answer will be given within next week (early July).

Don't you want to try something else?
Frankly, I did applied at some companies but the response that I got was their regret letter. It's quite hard to get a job in Auckland and since I was under Kelly Services, it might be the best option to just stay with them. It's handy cause they will find job for me instead of I scurry around like a rat.

Was it easy to land a in Kuala Lumpur than Auckland?
Absolutely. Employer in New Zealand is so idealistic. They want a super experience staff but what they offer is little. In Malaysia, from my previous experience, the employer is willing to hire fresh graduate and train them while on the job. In here, the expect you to know-it-all before hiring you. One more thing, to get a permanent job is extremely difficult. The best thing you could get is contract job. In my case, I work on temporary basis.

How's the pay like?
So far so good since my hourly rate is quite high. I won't tell you the exact amount, it's private and confidential (laugh). When (the salary) converted to Malaysian Ringgit, it may sound big but there's a big catch. First, 20.8% of the weekly wage goes to the income tax. That's a huge amount considering it's a weekly payment. Then, goes the (house) rental which burn your pocket about a fourth of your taxed salary. Let me give you an example, gross income NZD$680 minus tax of NZD$144.44 so you will bring home about NZD$538.56. Then you need to pay (room) rental which on average NZD$150 and that exclude the electricity and hot water bill. Then you need to eat, my average weekly grocery is NZD$70-100 and this exclude lunch money. So you left about NZD$200 - 300 per week for saving and shopping or for travel. Not that bad I suppose considering I don't have any other committment like car and petrol. Can't imagine how high the petrol now (sigh).

Wow, now I know the real situation. One, more thing do they have bonus system there?
Not likely. Only certain position and if i'm not mistaken the top executive entitle for performance bonus. But for a temporary staff you are dreaming. Sometime, even the permanent and contract are not getting bonus. It's very rare here. I personally think, Malaysia is a bonus heaven especially in corporate sector. A friend of mine working with TV3 were getting 6 months bonus! In that sense, I may consider relocate myself back in Malaysia.

When?
Only time will tell. For now, I want to have fun while I still can in here.

Is it really fun working there?
Yes and no.

??? (raised eyebrows)
Here's why. The people are fun. The working culture is are more laid back compared to Malaysia. The people here is very friendly and it's easy to strike a conversation. The boring part was my job. Day in and day out are the same thing. I'm the type of person that like different setting and different task everyday and that what excite me here. Here, the role was so extremely boring but what motivated me was the money.

Thanks for spending time with us and we will visit you from time to time to get the update and kudos to you. Before that, any last word for our viewer out there?
Thanks to you too. Yeah I would to thanks my beloved god for granting my wish and thanks also to my family and friends who has been praying for me. May Allah bless you.

End.

Our fate is always a mystery to us. We never know what will happen to us and there are saying, expect the unexpected of life. Indeed, life is full of possibility and many others.

As to some of you might know, my visa renewal has been pending for almost half a year. I started to wonder why Allah put me in this position. This is one of the greatest test that he ever put on me. I started to quenstion why. Questioning my own creator. But I didn't get the answer, at least straight enough.

This week I was on the edge, I was like telur dihujung tanduk. The situation is like this. The immigration withheld my passport since the day I lodged my work permit application and next week on July 3rd, 2008 was the day I suppose to leave the country in case my application was declined. So I have 5 days before i'm leaving Auckland for good, yet I don't have my passport with me.

My reaction was, I was calm. Seriously I wasn't so gelabah like how I should react. I don't know there's something in me that makes me or made me more perservere or should I say in malay, aku lebih sabar.

Now I see why god put me in this ultimate test. Yes having no visa is an ultimate test for me. I wonder how people out there coping when they got less saving yet have to self sufficient for 6 months without incoming money. Seriously I would go crazy but I keep sabar.

To let you know, I was never known for my sabarness. I like everything quick. If thing turns custard I'll change my will and way. But this time, I stick to it. Focus on one and believing to One- my dear almighty lord Allah.

In this period of time, I learnt the power of god. I learnt that the real meaning of doa- the weapon of muslims.

Not being braggy, but I woked up early in the morning for weeks and month to sujud in front of him praying my hajat to be granted. On my prayer, I let my chest out and tawakal to his will. As I ran out of effort- I wrote to minister and complaint to member of parliament yet nothing work so far. So Him was the only resort I have. The only source I can put my hope for.

He answered my prayer. He answered my parents' prayer. He answered my friends' prayer.

Wish granted on the holy day of Friday 27th June 2008. On the last week before I leave this country. Do you know that I was born on Friday? Moving on, I was returning from Solat Jumuah, and there were this inner urge to check my email the voila good news for me. I can't stop saying syukur to Him. For giving a second chance. For giving me yet another gift. Thanking him, for putting me in this situation there must be a reason why. A reason or two that I already figured out.

Sabar and faith, were the testament of this test and trial that he put me into.

Also, I would like to take this opportunity to my friends who have been supporting me emotionally, financially, and any possible words that end with "ly" and for those put my name in your prayer, thank you so much people. My heartiest gratitude to Graeme- my kiwi friend who has been helplessly helping me since day one and until now. You're the man. Thanks also to my ultimate adik Halimah for her stubbornness to help me (yes there were time I refused her lending hand to me) and your stubbornness has bring me forward. Thanks to Ryan for her daily emotional support and consoling me and also for being a liaison with my family. And thanks to all other that I can't single out here, may Allah bless you.

Raising the bar

Author: Ed

Sean Ghazi proves that dreams can be achieved if you believe in yourself, writes Boey Ping PingBoey Ping Ping


Several years back, there was a certain haughtiness to Sean Ghazi that spoke of someone who had achieved what the rest of Malaysia’s entertainment community was still struggling to accomplish. The actor-cum-singer was, after all, on top of the game having wrangled a spot in London’s West End theatre production while barely 22-years-old. Today, the 39-year-old entertainer bears essence of superiority which reveals confidence rather than arrogance since he does admit: "I don’t think you’ve ever arrived." Having worked with luminaries like Jodie Foster and Judi Dench, Sean tells: "The more famous and decorated they are, the more cin-cai (shoddy) or less hung-up they are."

Like the award-winning actors he’s worked with, Sean left nothing to fate. As a young boy, he dreamed of performing alongside artistes and musicians of world-class standards. While schooling in Singapore, he was encouraged to believe that his dreams were achievable and that he had the gifts and skills needed to see them through. The multi-talented actor, singer and dancer studied acting in Emerson College, Boston and went to London’s performing arts college, Laine Theatre Arts. There, despite possessing only a student-visa, he tried out every audition until he hit the big time. The determined actor tells, "I was a brave little guy. I didn’t care about rules. I had a devil-may-care attitude. Maybe I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it because you make your own opportunity. You try your best and the rest is up to fate, God and luck."

Sean’s go-getter attitude earned him West End leading roles as "Thuy" in Miss Saigon and "Angel" in Rent, roles he reprised in Germany. His resume includes stints with Julie Andrews, Hugh Jackman and a live recording of The King and I with a 70-piece orchestra at the famous Abbey Road Studios in London. Sean had achieved his dream but working alongside professionals wasn’t easy. "In a big Hollywood movie, you have no time to experiment because you have a director constantly reminding you that millions of dollars are being spent and there’s no time to waste."

The journey so far has been long and eventful but Sean wouldn’t have it any other way. "I like that it’s long. This generation is so fast, they want to achieve things immediately. But the journey is important. Reality-tv shows make it look simpler than it really is. People think they can be a star without knowing what it’s all about. It’s rare that things are ever that easy. It if is, you have to question things."

Despite his accomplishments, Sean finds himself still having to prove his worth. "That’s what annoys me. They don’t question the price of hiring an expensive sound system but they question your price of a service that has taken an entire lifetime to prepare."
Getting it rightIt took almost five years from the time Sean thought about producing a solo album – upon his return from London in 2001 – to the moment it was released. "I had to start from scratch. I had no record deal, it was a big concept and I had to convince people it was worth doing. We were looking for money, funds and I didn’t want to rush the album," says the singer-cum-songwriter.

Collaborating with Izlyn Ramli, Sean wrote Semalam added in the well-received I Have Dreamed from his West End role in The King & I and several favourites from the late P. Ramlee to create his album, Sean Ghazi Semalam.

The way Sean heard P. Ramlee’s songs in his head was with string instruments and an epic approach. But this isn’t the first time the legendary entertainer’s music had been given a contemporary spin. Sean rightly points out, "How do you do a vintage, classical Malay album without P. Ramlee?" He does, however, admit having a personal agenda. "I like his songs and wanted to do something I had an affinity with."

Just when Sean was ready to record, the biggest sound studio in Malaysia that could fit a 24-piece orchestra closed down. A meeting with musical director Guy Noble, who suggested Sean fly to Sydney to record the music, however, set things back on track. With an international team of arrangers bringing forth the artiste’ vision and ideas, and Peter Chong helming the vocal productions in KL, Sean was good to go.

In November 2006, the singer’s debut album finally reached the stores. His efforts won him two AIM (Anugerah Industri Muzik) awards – for Best New Artiste and Best Musical Arrangement for Semalam. "Whether you produce an album or a show, it has to be world-class. My mum never allowed me to achieve anything but 100% excellence," tells Sean.

Better your bestSinging P. Ramlee’s music wasn’t enough, as Sean went on to act in P. Ramlee, The Musical as the man himself. The actor’s performance was stellar and earned him a nomination for "Best Actor In A Leading Role" in the 6th Annual BOH Cameronian Arts Awards 2007 held last Sunday. Sean admits it’s no Olivier Award but says it’s just as important. "You have to do the small in order to do the big so it all balances out. And it’s definitely nice to be appreciated."

There’s another album, or rather two in the works, but Sean won’t let on much details except that it’ll be a duet album planned for a year-end release. Deborah Michael, executive producer of Baby Grand, the production company Sean set up with a business partner tells: "It’ll be a nice extension of what happened in the last two years. You can even call it a volume two or a sequel to Sean Ghazi Semalam but with a difference in feel and sound."

Moving onThere’s been some debate over the Internet about the performer’s nationality. His dad is Malaysian and mum, Singaporean but Sean is 100% Malaysian. One who enjoys a love-hate relationship with his country of birth because: "It’s healthy to be able to question some things and not just accept everything."

Work on the album and P. Ramlee, The Musical has kept Sean busy in KL but he’s keen to return to Singapore to perform. The last time he was there was for Jit Murad’s Spilt Gravy on Rice the audience’s response was overwhelming. "The crowd went wild. Jit’s material was so sharp and spoke to the Singaporean soul."

Sean’s fascination with P. Ramlee


Admiring the legend
"I used to watch P. Ramlee’s movies as a kid. But the fascination only came later as an adult when I was really able to appreciate his talent. He was very versatile and way ahead of the game. The stuff that he achieved in a lifetime is amazing."

Respecting the legend
"Even in his time, P. Ramlee knew what the Malaysian identity was. He was very muhibbah, the quintessential Malaysian. He understood what being a Malaysian was truly deep down."
Playing the legendSean realised the role of P. Ramlee in the self-titled musical which played to a full house during a two-week local run. Several bloggers commented on how much Sean looked and sounded like the late actor.

Honouring the legend
Sean paid tribute to P. Ramlee in his album, Sean Ghazi Semalam by singing his version of the late crooner’s Hujan Di Tengahari, Getaran Jiwa and Dengar Ini Cerita.

Source: The Sun Malaysia

My note: This is the kind o person I adore and amaze- those who created their own opportunity and live their dream and that's where I'm going.

Mt. Eden

Author: Ed


Millions years ago. Or thousands years ago. Frankly speaking I don't know. How about, years years ago. A long time ago Auckland was like a face full of zits in a less analogical desciption, it has more than 60 active volcanoes

Imagine if it still exist until now, I bet i'm living in a earthy hell. The nearest volcano to me was Mt. Eden. If it explode, i don't think i can survive the hot lava. I will be more like an overcook boned satay!

Last Sunday, something in me told me i need to do some exercise yet not the heavy lifting kind of exercise but something lighter. Something that didn't require me lot of energy. Hold on, I think it wasn't the urge to exercise but rather the need to get myself tired so that i can sleep again. Yes, that's the real reason. Pretty lame.

My housemate didn't feel like walking cause he got tonnes of job to do so I asked Afrin to join me and she instantly agree. Afrin is a friend of mine. I met her at YMCA. She's a nice girl and like a sister to me. So I met her at Y and then she came down wearing platform!

She asked me where were going.

"Mt Eden."

She didn't object and keeping her platfrom shoes. I thought she was going to swap it for a better walking shoe. I just let her be but in my heart, she'll have a hard time going uphill.

I can remember how long we walk up there. Less than an hour I suppose. We actually been there before but it was in the middle of the night to see Auckland from bird eye view. That time we didn't know how dangerous it was. Some people told us, many people got killed there at night. Allah must have loved us back then.

We walked leisurely. Not in rush to reach the top . As we going higher by minutes of walking, the view was breathtaking. The house at the bottom look like miniscule model. The cars moved like troops of ants and from the top Auckland Central seems to be small. Anyway Kuala Lumpur is 10 times bigger.

When we walked at the mouth of the crater, I pictured how hot it was back then when the bubly lava boiling down there. I don't think its possible for me to stand there at the tip. The heat must have been unbearable.

As we reach the top, we were flat. Tired. I haven't been any cardio activities for ages so the stamina is going down. Quite a number of people already there, some were trampers and some arrive with tour bus (unfair!). More and more people coming and i didn't this is such a tourist spot. Frankly speaking nothing much here, One Three Hill (another dead volcano) is better. But I guess they came
here for view of Auckland Central because this is the nearest
volcano to the city.
Afrin told me she had done Coast to Coast walk, from Downtown up to Manukau Harbour. I don't think i can ever to that. It extremely far. About more than 20km and stopping at various hill. I'm dead if i do that itinerary.

On the way back, I took less effort but I hate going downhill as my butt pushing me down. Early Afrin wanted to take bus instead of walk. I can see the reason. We were tired. Once at the bus stop, 5 minutes later the bus arrived and we were safely at home .

Lazy - my all time favorite hobby. No one likes it. My mum used to nag at me and now my housemate also nag at me. There were times that my laziness went to extreme, for example I didn't touch the door for days a.k.a I didn't go out of the house AND don't throw the rubbish out! Hah.

So I decided, I need to leave my bum out of the bed and go somewhere. Venture out. Breath the fresh air outside. And I did. Early in the morning, i suggested my housemate to go to Auckland Farmer's Market.






Frankly, i've been here for almost a year but NEVER intend to go there. But this time i feel like eating fish and I guess that what drove me there. No, i didn't drive but just walk there. It wasn't that far, lesst than a kilometre I suppose. But for non-walker, they might think its far.

The market wasn't big. It small and intimate. Right in front Britomart train station at the carpark. It's nothing compare to the Malaysian pasar size. If u thinking of very smelly, noisy, and pack with people kind of market, then you have to picture the opposite.


Not much you can find there, I think there were about less than 30 stalls. But I like it. It's cute and intimate.


When I browse around, it reminds me of those markets in USA in the film tha i used to see. It's like the Wisteria Lane suburban market. Or maybe I was imagining too much.
I got myself apples. The apples was smaller than the normal one. About half the size and once again it's so cute (I think this will be the overuse word of the day) and cost only NZD$2 until the bag full! That's a good buy.
Then we bought smoke fish. It smells very charcoaly but the taste was super delicious and I cant help myself. I even lick the fish skin! Oh yeah, fresh fish in Auckland is super expensive. It can cost you from NZD$13-20 for one meal but i was quite surprise that the smoked fish was quite affordable. The whole fish we bought cost only NZD$10. Worth every penny and worth the walk down there.

My housemate bought a pack of bagel and I got myself Muesli cereal- this is my favorite breakfast meal.
The thing about this market, most of the item sold there are either organic or contain no preservative, no colorant, no additive substance. I like that. You I've been eating and live healthily in here. I hardly eat canned food cause i think it can cost cancer. I think we Malaysian should live a healthy life as well. For our own good but I'm not sure are we ready for this lifestyle to ditch the yummy cancerous food.

Anyway, I had fun at the market which i spent about an hour or so. Then, we went to antique store at Anzac Ave. I went there before, some time last year. I appreciate old stuff and this is just the great place for me. Once in the store, i walked straight to the pinggan mangkuk section looking for Royal Albert teacup and saucer- my favorite thing (gosh this going to be another overuse word) and the price the same from NZD$25. One day I'll buy many of them for my own collection.

Peta Beta

Author: Ed

Long awaited...

Author: Ed

Yesterday a friend of my asked me how's my visa going on. Tell you, i hate to answer. It made my heart pumping like a generator and if i cut my vein i think i could see the blood squirt out and within 30 seconds i'm dead.

Then she said i sound like giving up. Tell me what am i suppose to do? I done my part. I wrote a long bloody letter to them. I did my medical check-up that cost me a grand. Cut it short, i did every thing they asked me to do.

So now, it's just waiting game again.

At this stage, i'm picturing malaysia in my head. It's been weeks i keep dreaming about my homeland and each image appear to be malaysian. i guess i miss malaysia dearly. My mind and body keep telling me, "this isn't yours anymore".

Perhaps that's true. New Zealand not for me anymore. Frankly speaking, i dont see myself in 5 years holding a managerial post here. I am high achiever and Auckland proved to has reach equilibrium. It's like when to put sugar in plain water, it will dissolve. But at this stage too much sugar than water and no matter how hard to stir it wont dissolve. Saturated.

I don't mind coming back to malaysia, for i know i will be better there besides get paid lesser but hey if you do the calculation, it's about the same actually. In here, i paid 20.8% of my weekly earning for tax per se. Another almost half to rental. Then minus grocery expenses, hardly to save money. Unless, its ramadhan.

In the meantime, i applied some jobs from jobstreet but yet to receive any response even the positive one. Maybe i'm using nz address.

Everyone tells me, getting job won't be a problem to me. But i'm not sure. My plan once in malaysia, i wanna be picky. Yeah for real.

I wanna get a better pay. Better position. Better office. I think i'm afford to be picky in kl. hehe..

to immigration nz, to hell with you. if you reject my application. please return my passport as soon as possible. Oh yeah someone told me, malaysian passport at black market worth 4000 euro.

oh hope they don't lost mine. i have a cute pic!..haha


by Zainul Rijal Abu Bakar Apr 7, 08 2:52pm

Resolusi yang dikeluarkan hasil 'Seminar Semakan Semula Korpus Undang-Undang Islam di Malaysia: Keperluan dan Cabaran' antara lain dilaporkan telah mengutarakan cadangan supaya penglibatan bersama antara orang Islam dan bukan Islam dalam sesuatu kesalahan atau jenayah syariah hendaklah diadili dengan hukuman yang setimpal.

Cadangan ini jika dilaksanakan akan memberi kesan umpamanya dalam kes khalwat - apabila salah seorang pasangannya bukan Islam, maka dia juga hendaklah didakwa dan dijatuhi hukuman sekiranya disabitkan bersalah.

Namun seminar berpandangan pendakwaan tersebut hendaklah dilakukan di Mahkamah Sivil, bukannya di Mahkamah Syariah.

Golongan bukan Islam seperti Majlis Perundingan Agama Buddha, Kristian, Hindu, Sikh dan Toa Malaysia serta beberapa badan bukan kerajaan (NGO) lain menentang keras cadangan ini dengan mengatakan undang-undang syariah tidak terpakai kepada orang bukan Islam dan menafikan hak orang bukan Islam itu sendiri.

Hakikatnya terdapat banyak cadangan yang telah diketengahkan oleh pakar-pakar perundangan dalam seminar tersebut. Antaranya, memperuntukkan dengan jelas dalam Undang-undang Keluarga supaya hak dan keadilan kepada kaum wanita diambil berat.

Peruntukan mengenai wali hakim, harta sepencarian dicadangkan agar diperkemaskan. Dalam memutuskan nafkah, dicadangkan peruntukan pindaan supaya diwujudkan kaedah penting bayaran iaitu Arahan Tegahan Tenaga (Potongan Gaji Bapa) demi kebajikan isteri dan anak-anak.

Dicadangkan juga agar bidang kuasa Mahkamah Syariah dalam menjatuhkan hukuman perlu dipertingkatkan demi menjaga kedudukan dan memartabatkan Mahkamah Syariah sebagai satu sistem perundangan yang dilaksanakan di negara ini seperti diperuntukkan dalam Perlembagaan.

Ini bertujuan menjamin dignity atau maruah Mahkamah Syariah yang sebelum ini dimomokkan dengan istilah hukuman '356' iaitu maksimum penjara tiga (3) tahun, denda RM5,000 dan enam (6) sebatan.

Terdapat juga pelbagai cadangan lain dikeluarkan dalam seminar itu demi kebaikan semua pihak. Tetapi yang diketengahkan dalam media hanyalah mengenai apa yang disebut oleh yang amat arif Datuk Muhamad Asri Abdullah dalam ucapannya mengenai kaedah mengatasi jenayah khalwat dan zina secara perundangan tetapi tidak menyentuh cadangan-cadangan lain.

Persatuan Peguam Syarie Malaysia (PGSM) menyokong sepenuhnya resolusi yang dibincangkan oleh pakar-pakar perundangan dan syariah tanah air dalam seminar tersebut.

Pakar-pakar yang mahir dalam bidang masing-masing ini sudah tentulah mengambil kira semua sensitiviti dan kedudukan undang-undang sebelum menggarapnya sebagai cadangan.

Sebenarnya tidak timbul isu mengenakan atau menguatkuasakan undang-undang syariah ke atas orang bukan Islam kerana pendakwaan akan dibuat di Mahkamah Sivil.

Bukankah salah satu teras negara yang termaktub dalam Rukun Negara ialah kesopanan dan kesusilaan? Oleh yang demikian, undang-undang moral boleh digubal bagi menangani masalah moral masyarakat.

Apakah kita lupa bahawa membina masyarakat bermoral dan berakhlak mulia merupakan prinsip asas kenegaraan ini?

Lantaran jika kita ingin menghapuskan undang-undang moral maka prinsip kelima Rukun Negara ini pun hendaklah ditiadakan.Jika kita menelusuri sejarah dan hakikat undang-undang jenayah pun, kita akan dapati bahawa undang-undang jenayah ini sebenarnya berakar-umbi daripada undang-undang moral.

Undang-undang sebenarnya bersandarkan moral, manakala moral pula bersandarkan kepada agama. Umpamanya kesalahan membunuh secara tidak sah, sebelum ia diperundangkan atau ditaqninkan menjadi undang-undang jenayah, membunuh adalah kesalahan moral yang amat dibenci oleh masyarakat.

Secara hipotetikal pula, sekiranya undang-undang moral ini dihapuskan, apa yang akan berlaku jika terdapat orang yang melakukan perbuatan tidak senonoh di hadapan mata kita atau keluarga kita? Biarkan sahaja mereka dengan hak asasi mereka? Biarkan sahaja anak-anak kita menonton aksi tidak bermoral itu?

Apa yang hendak kita lakukan dalam keadaan kita tidak mempunyai kuasa undang-undang untuk mencegahnya? Jika ia merujuk kepada isu hak asasi pelaku tersebut, bagaimana pula dengan hak asasi kita yang jijik terhadap perbuatan tersebut. Apakah hak kita untuk hidup dalam tenang tanpa melihat perbuatan seperti itu?

Jika kita bercakap tentang hak orang bukan Islam untuk melakukan khalwat, berzina dan sebagainya, adakah mereka ini mempunyai hak untuk melanggar undang-undang syariah? Sekiranya salah seorang pasangan (yang terlibat dengan khalwat) adalah bukan Islam, maka adakah mereka mempunyai hak untuk berzina sehingga melahirkan anak-anak luar nikah tanpa didakwa?

Apatah lagi dalam perkembangan dewasa ini, kelahiran anak luar nikah begitu berleluasa dan menimbulkan permasalahan lain kepada negara. Malah dalam beberapa agama selain Islam juga telah meletakkan perzinaan adalah suatu kesalahan yang berat.

Kenapa pula kita sering mengamalkan double standard terhadap Islam? Apabila ia tidak berkaitan dengan Islam, kita amat mudah menerimanya tetapi tatkala nama Islam muncul maka kita resah, menentang dan menyangkal tanpa memberikan justifikasi yang adil terhadap Islam.

Umpamanya, sekiranya seorang rakyat Malaysia yang tinggal di Semenanjung pergi ke Sabah atau Sarawak dan di sana beliau telah melakukan suatu kesalahan yang melanggar undang-undang adat peribumi Sabah dan Sarawak. Orang ini akan tetap dihukum melalui undang-undang adat tersebut walaupun beliau berasal dari Semenanjung. Ini tidak bermakna kita menjadikan beliau sebagai peribumi Sabah dan Sarawak. Begitu juga perbandingannya bagi undang-undang Islam dalam aspek yang terlalu sedikit ini, tidak bermakna menjadikan mereka orang Islam.

Pengenaan tindakan terhadap orang bukan Islam dalam hal yang berkaitan dengan orang Islam adalah kena pada masanya bagi mengelakkan keresahan di kalangan orang Islam sendiri. Ia sebenarnya langsung tidak memaksa orang bukan Islam menganut agama Islam. Malah ia selari dengan Rukun Negara menekankan peri pentingnya kesopanan dan kesusilaan disemat di dalam diri setiap warganegara Malaysia. Ia adalah jati diri rakyat Malaysia.

Cadangan seminar ini juga tidak berkaitan dengan persoalan Perlembagaan Persekutuan kerana orang bukan Islam ini dicadangkan akan didakwa di mahkamah sivil, bukannya di mahkamah syariah.PGSM mendesak agar semua pihak berlaku adil ketika memberi pendapat dan tidak membuat serangan melulu tanpa justifikasi yang wajar terhadap Resolusi Seminar Penyemakan Korpus Undang-undang Islam yang telah diisytiharkan itu. Zainul Rijal Abu Bakar ialah presiden Persatuan Peguam Syarie Malaysia (PGSM). Artikel ini berdasarkan teks lengkap kenyataan media beliau hari ini

The Syariah Lawyers Association of Malaysia (PGSM) today threw its support behind a suggestion to charge non-Muslims for khalwat (close proximity) in the civil court, arguing this would be the moral thing to do.

Using the fifth principle of the Rukunegara - good social behaviour and morality (Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan) - as the basis of its argument, PGSM said it was “double standards” that the proposal has drawn criticism just because it is linked to Islam.

PGSM president Zainul Rijal Abu Bakar, in a statement, noted that the proposal is a resolution at the recent seminar to review syariah laws in Malaysia.

“(It was) suggested that syariah crimes committed by Muslims and non-Muslims ought to be judged and sentenced with equal force,” he said.

“This means that in cases of khalwat involving Muslims and non-Muslims, the non-Muslim party should also be charged and sentenced accordingly.”

He noted that other suggestions were put forward during the seminar, including reform of family law to ensure fairness for women, a garnishing order for husband’s wages for spousal maintenance and raising the sentencing jurisdiction of the Syariah Court.

“(But) the media only picked up on the khalwat proposal by syariah judge Muhd Asri Abdullah,” said Zainul.

court“In truth, the question of punishing non-Muslims in Syariah Court does not arise as they would only be charged in civil courts. But isn’t this in line with our country’s fifth national principle (in Rukunegara)?”

Historically, all laws, especially criminal-related ones, have their origin in moral laws which in turn is the result of religion-based rules, he said.

“What would happen if laws governing moral behaviour were to be abolished? What would we then do if someone were to behave indecently in front of us and our children?

“If we say that non-Muslims have the right to khalwat and commit adultery, are we saying that they have the right to break syariah law?

“If they were to commit adultery with a Muslim, do they have the right to adultery until there is a child born out of wedlock and (still) escape legal repercussions?”

‘Be fair’

He also questioned the ‘double standards’ applied just because Islam is involved.

sitting in a mosque“When it has nothing to do with Islam, we are quick to accept it but when the name of Islam is connected, people become restless and oppose it without fair justification towards Islam,” he said.

Action against non-Muslims in this matter would be timely to avoid uneasiness among Muslims and has nothing to do with forcing non-Muslims to adopt Islam as their religion, he said.

“The proposal does not touch on constitutional rights of non-Muslims as the action will be taken in a civil court and not Syariah Court,” said Zainul.

He called on all parties to be fair in expressing their opinions and avoid unjustified attacks on the resolutions.

Last Thursday, Mohd Asri created a stir when he said non-Muslims should be charged in civil court for khalwat.

He was speaking at a two-day seminar organised by Institute of Islamic Understanding (Ikim) and the Syariah Judiciary Department.

Civil society groups and Islamic NGO Sisters in Islam have slammed the proposal.

Ikim director-general Dr Syed Ali Tawfik Al-Attas has distanced himself from the issue, saying it is the judge’s personal opinion and that there is no such formal proposal.

Source: Malaysiakini.com

PETALING JAYA: It is unconstitutional to punish non-Muslims for committing khalwat (close proximity) as there is no provision in law for it.

Malaysian Consultative Council of Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism, Sikhism, and Taoism president Datuk A. Vaithilingam said yesterday that Article 121(A) of the Constitution allowed for separation between the Civil and Syariah courts.

“Khalwat is not recognised (as an offence) under civil law.

“It is not wrong for non-Muslims. Syariah law is only applicable to Muslims,” he said yesterday.

He was commenting on a proposal made during a seminar on Syariah Law review for non-Muslims who commit khalwat with Muslims to also be held liable.

Syariah Court of Appeal Judge Datuk Mohd Asri Abdullah said the seminar had proposed that non-Muslims committing khalwat with Muslims be likewise sentenced, but in the civil courts.

Vaithilingam also said this was tantamount to depriving non-Muslims of their rights.

Federation of Taoist Associations Malaysia president Tan Bon Sin said in a statement it vehemently objected to the proposal, as it was an affront to the Taoist community’s way of life.

“It is an implied way of imposing Syariah law on the non-Muslim communities in Malaysia,” he said.

Malaysian Bar Council president Ambiga Sreenevasan said in a statement that the proposal is tantamount to imposing Islamic law on non-Muslims .

She said it was wrong in principle and would be an infringement of the “fundamental guarantee of freedom of religion enshrined in Article 11 of the Federal Constitution”.

“The proposal is wholly unacceptable.”

She said other proposals made during the seminar which purportedly included the imposition of stiffer penalties, and the establishment of a rehabilitation centre for Muslims convicted of various offences related to “moral and faith” were equally troubling, especially in light of the history of overzealous enforcement of khalwat and other moral policing laws in Malaysia.

“We urge the authorities to focus their attention on more pressing issues like fighting corruption rather than on the private lives of individuals,” she added.

In a statement, Sisters In Islam reiterated their objection to the current practice of moral policing by the state as it contravenes Quranic injunction laid out in various verses.

“The practice of barging into people’s houses and bedrooms in particular clearly violates an individual’s right to privacy and human dignity protected by the Quran.

“Such a practice is also not the norm in many Muslim countries,” the statement said.

Sisters In Islam called on the religious authorities to focus their resources on chasing after errant fathers who did not pay maintenance to their children and ex-wives.

“With the on-going debates on this issue among Muslims still unresolved, how then can it be extended to non-Muslims?” the statement added.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/4/nation/20843977&sec=nation

Coffee and internet are my morning routine. But today, I almost sprayed my coffee on the monitor after reading the headline of The Star (Malaysia) which reads- "Proposal to prosecute non-Muslims for khalwat"

Having been studied 27 credits of Islamic Revealed Knowledge before, I've been called to read it further, so i clicked 'more' button at the headline.

The Star reports, "The seminar had proposed that non-Muslims committing khalwat with Muslims should also be sentenced accordingly, but in the civil courts." Said Syariah Court of Appeal Judge Datuk Mohd Asri Abdullah at the two-day seminar organised by the Islamic Institute of Understanding Malaysia (Ikim) and the Syariah Judiciary Department Malaysia.

Phewww, my first reaction after reading the whole thing through. It wasn't as sensationalise as the headline. What i understand from the headline was they (Islamic authorities) want to bring non-muslim to justice for committing close proximity (khalwat). Thanks god Judge Mohd Asri said non-Muslims comitting khalwat WITH muslim. I can't imagine how's the nation (non-muslim especially) if the outcome from the seminar to be execute on non-muslims couple.

In my personal view of limited syariah knowledge, it is fair to bring both to justice. Take this example, Abu were caught by the majlis agama for khalwat with Eliza Lee. They were both mutual in partnership but only Abu being brought to syariah court. Eliza on the other hand, free.

Understandbly, we can't charge non-muslims under syariah jurisdiction. But what has been suggested by the seminar was to charge non-muslims (of muslim partner) under civil court. Clear. Justice done for both Abu and Eliza Lee through Syariah and civil justice system.

Then I was called to look out how was the reaction from other activists in Malaysia and something tell me to read Marina Mahathir's blog. "I think the whole thing is unConstituional, whatever religion we might be. Malaysia is still the only country in the world to have such khalwat laws. Unless we want to be like the Saudi moral police who are so zealous that people die because of their excesses. More fodder for the Geert Wilders of the world." She said.

Meanwhile, the famous writer of The other Malaysia, Dr Farish Noor writes, "As long as Muslim leaders and intellectuals remain stuck in their morass of outdated conservative thinking, would it not remain the case that Islam is seen as a religion of violence? How, pray tell, can scholars like me defend the image of Islam and Muslims when Muslim governments like ours allows such outlandish and dangerous ideas to spread, and harbour such proponents of conservative-fundamentalist Islam in the very same institutions that were meant to open up the minds of Muslims and lead us – and Malaysian society – to a more modern, progressive and liberated understanding of Islam and religion in general?"

What's wrong with the suggestion anyway? I think the purpose of the khalwat law was to protect the nasab (lineage) as this is also one of five maqasid al-syariah (purposes of syariah). Do we want our society in the future made of anak haram?

I would like to know what you people out there think about this. Leave me a comment.

The demised uncle.

Author: Ed

I've lost several people in my life- aunt of liver cancer, grandfather & grandmother were about their time, another aunt of cervical cancer and a year later her husband followed, and last saturday my uncle passed away due to heart attack cause he was so tired replacing the flat tyre!

Out of all these people funeral, I attended only ONE funeral. The rest, there seems to be some miscommunication problem (well actually i was left out from being told) or just my dad refusal to tell me. Yeah how thoughtful!

But when i was a kid, i always got the chance to attend funeral and several times i ushered the dead body in the jenazah van. It wasn't a scary to me (at that time) but as we grow older we were haunted by the so-called badi or the soul will follow you back home. Weird believe. Superstitious.

Back you my latest uncle death, my emak got a phone call from ibu-

"Kak, ada berita buruk ni"

My emak was instantly speechless though ibu wasn't finish her sentenced yet. For emak believe the bad news was about me.

Ibu finished her sentence eventually but she was unable to talk much further with emak as she was in deep shock.

Took awhile for my emak to digest the call she just received.

At then end she was in relieve despite my uncle being called to rahmatullah. Her relieve was on me. Nothing bad happen on me and she will still be able to see his son.

When i called her last night, her voice still seemed stuck in her throat and swallowing hard each time she talked.

I didn't want to make her cry cause i'mm fully aware at that time she was vulnerable to pour down. Also i don't want to cry. Not the right time for as i'm keeping my momentum. Keeping my strength to live and stay much longer here without anyone i love around.

Through her tone, i know how she cares for me and how she loves me. It was my fault anyway for not calling her for almost 2 months! My only reason i got no money. I guess that shouldn't be a reason to stay connected to my family. I knew now how they worried every seconds i'm here. Besides financilly, i don't want them to know what happen to me here this 3 months- the visa problem, the unemployment. If i were to call, all these will only intensify their worrisome.

I told her, i may or may not come back this year. Not even during aidilfitri. I need more money to save for another phase of my life and to achieve a little more goals of mine. Better to tell her now rather than later cause i don't want to give her hope when she will see me. She will anticipate and when i cancel i will feel bad and she will be miserable. So i think i made the right thing.

When I finally in her arms, i want to spend every bit with her. Love doing gardening with her. Love to sit in between her legs and she massages my back. Call me a spoil brat, i like it.

The thing that i miss most is the way she layan my kesengalan (my sister labelled me) and she's my perfect my sengal partner and looking at her laughing with tears at the corner or her eyes is the best thing in the world.

Argh, i miss her.

I'll be home one day.

Trial & Tested

Author: Ed

Situation 1.

Imagine you're alone in a small studio unit with little space to walk around, and you are jobless and technically got nothing to do, and at the same time you are broke cause no incoming money since January. Your life has been like this for the past 3 bloody months, how would you feel?

Situation 2.

Imagine you're hopeful to get a work visa then suddenly the immigration requires you to meet specialist due to your bodily irregular activity. On top of that you broke and scratching you're head how to get NZD300 for a consulation.

Situation 3.

Okay, imagine you got the money and you met the doctor but he said, "this (your) case most likely will rejected (by the immigration) but however you have to go for further medical test". Then again how would you feel?

Situation 4.

You paid the doctor NZD300 but you still have to pay another NZD410 of which the doctor didn't tell you earlier. And now you have to come up with more money whereas you don't even have it to pay bus ride to the airport in case you visa being rejected!

Situation 5.

You give up. You think no hope to get the visa. No point of paying NZD410 which equivalent to RM1200 just for a rejection, it doesn't worth it. Then you think maybe it's the time for you to leave this bloody blood sucking and money making country BUT at the same, emotionally you are not ready to be back in Malaysia for good. All the dreams will be shattered into millions pieces and gaining a momentum out of this failure make take you awhile.

Situation 6.

You ready to say goodbye to some of your friend. But suddenly there's an angel lending you hand (well actually more to lending you money) to go further medical test. The angel said, "dont give up" and pull you up to stand tall again. With her help you see light of hope again. Your medical result turn up to be on your side, you where not sick as the doctor think you were. How would you feel? I was cheering.

Situation 7

Again you wait patiently in the small studio unit for the final result from immigration but this time you are ready for whatever the outcome will be. Approve, you'll be here another year. Rejected, you just fly and let the wind take you.

FRIEND’S CAFE

“Oh Ed you should go to Friend’s Cafe in town (Nuku’alofa). That is the best place to hang out and the food...” she paused and bulged her eyes ”...alot. I mean really huge. I think for your size you can eat that for two dinners!” Sisela, my colleague in Telecom New Zealand suggested. She just returned from Tonga few days before Christmas and spent a week lazing around.

After snapping some photos at the Prime Minister Building, which looked British colonial architecture I headed to Friend’s Cafe just around the corner. The cafe situated at the intersection facing the New Zealand High Commission and next to the handicraft centre.

“Malo e leilei.” A lady welcomed me. She and her other colleagues wore a uniform that looked like Baju Kedah to me except the sleeves looked like Saloma’s agogo.

“Hi. What’s special here?”

She looked up at the menu hanging above her. “Everything is special here.” A non-bias (to the other menu) and standard answer for every waiter I guess.

I scanned the menu and there were so many thing and they all sounds good (no picture provided just the menu list written on black board with multi colour chalks.)

“Ermmm...I’m having Mango juice anddddd.... fish and chips.” I finally order after few seconds of thinking.

She handed me my table number.

“Should I pay now?”

She said pay later.

I took my number and got a seat outside. I didn’t know why but I guess it’s fashionable to sit outside and being seen. It didn’t take them long to bring in my drink. Honestly I was expecting real blended mango juice but the one that I had was cordial juice. How funny. This is tropical island and mango fruits all year round but I’m getting juice from the bottle.

It was midday and lunchtime, earlier there were quite a number of people but minutes after I came more people flooded in. I could see most of the customers were travellers. Looking at the price tag there’s no wonder why the local hardly there and tourist having more money to spend due to high foreign exchange to local currency.

The waitress came towards me and she brought my order. The first impression was, WOW..that can really eat for two dinners. Now I know why Sisela bulged her eyes! The fish wasn’t like the normal one cut fillet their version was the cut it in several medium size pieces and coated with crumb and deep fried like a nugget. I took time to finish the meal. I cut the nugget in small pieces and thrust the fork through and I did the same with the chip before I dip it to the delicious cream cheese sauce.


When eating in town, you should have a special technique to eat, one hand on the fork and the other hand fanning the food because the fly are just everywhere, on the table, on the floor. On my nose even! One second you stop (fanning the food), it will land right on your food. I don’t want that to happen, do I? In a way, it’s an exercise to loose those unwanted fat on my arm.

Wait a minute, do I really have body fat?

Eventually I finished the meal despite the generous amount but I didn’t count how long it took me. I wanted to loosen up the button of my jeans to give some room for me to inhale and exhale properly but too bad, I was in public places so I was going to suffer a little while. i leaned on the back of my chair and caught some air to breath. That fish and chip really make me full and there were no more empty spaces left.

I pulled out my laptop and turned it on but I couldn’t see the monitor because it was bright out there so I moved inside the restaurant and sat next to the fan. Inside felt warmer perhaps the ventilation wasn’t work that well.

It was like river my creative juice flowed and my finger typing at the same speed. My mind was so relax and the ideas to write popping up like popcorn. In minutes I have written several pages. Back in university time, it took me ages to write a 15-pages assignment. I guess over the time, the more I see and the more I experience things the better my brain works. I truly believe travelling is great brain stimulus.

But the writing wasn’t going that long.

The fan, the food, they all contributed to my drowsiness. My eyes felt heavy and my mind kept picturing the bouncy spring mattress at Heilala.

That’s it, I’m going home.

I packed my stuff, paid my bills and walked to the bus station which is only walking distance.

BUS RIDE & SIESTA

The buses in Tonga, don’t imagine it to be a 40-seater but cut it into two and that’s how the they look like. I would use the word ‘Coach’ instead of bus. Way before I reached the bus stop I could hear music from turned on to full blast. No, they don’t play the Hula-kind –of music but expect the US chart topping hiphop songs.

According to Sven’s wife, most of the bus will pass through the village and I could take any bus. That’s sounds quite handy for me. I hopped on the bus after I asked the bus conductor does it go to Tofoa.

I sat right by the door and I looked out from window to the wide open sea. The gust of wind got into the coach once awhile but each time it blew, the strength seemed like intensified. The clouds were still grey.

Buses or coaches in Tonga didn’t have a proper schedule when it depart or arrive. As I told you they have a very laid back culture. They will go when they feel like going and the driver will wait until the bus was completely packed like Tuna in a can, then they will finally go. I was sitting there for almost half an hour when the coach finally moving.

Riding a bus in Tonga really could ignite all your senses. With lots of people inside you could it imagine what I could sniff and smell? Tell you, sweet and sour! Then the loud music came from the burst speakers made me feel like in moving discothèque. Oh and that’s not all, the man behind the wheel keep playing the same song over and over again. Gosh, it drives me crazy. For those having migraine, I advised you take some other mean of transportation. This (the bus) can easily make you swallow dozen of aspirin.

I took a deep breath once I stopped in front Ace Hardware. Tried to get as much fresh air as I could then slowly walked to the resort. Even though my 5 senses were fully triggered yet I still feel sleepy. That’s the cool of being Shahwaluddin Mat Rasul, no matter happen it won’t stop him from getting doze off. Having afternoon was the best thing in my free time.

I turned the key and jumped face down to the soft springy with my jandal (Japanese sandal or flip flop) still on and the next thing I knew it was dinner time.

DINNER

I ordered Snapper (a type of fish) for dinner but I couldn’t recall what the dish called. It was absolutely fabulous. Sven said it was a hybrid menu of Tongan and continental. Whatever it was I think it work out simply delicious.

“Have you decided what to do tomorrow?” Sven asked before he closed the restaurant.

“I’m not sure. I feel like just roam around seeing the village by bike.”

“It’s Sunday tomorrow. Most of the things here will be close. It’s church day. I think it’s better if you take the island tour tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, island tour then.”

He said he would call the different tour operator. The one that he was going to call cost only 30 Pa’anga compared to 45 Pa’anga the one advertised at the bar but the tour won’t include the cave visit.

“It’s ok. I’ve seen many caves before.” I told him. Oh well, did you all know I used to live in Batu Caves! I mean Batu Caves’ area and not IN-side Batu Caves.

The restaurant was close but I was still there working on my laptop and make full use of the resort’s free internet service. When it was getting too dark and too scary especially when the dogs barked, I guess that was the calling I should I get to bed.

P/s: No matter how modern Shahwaluddin Mat Rasul is, he still believe in after-life world.


THE FIRST MORNING OF THE WORLD

I woke up early. My body still having the ‘working-hour clock’ but I forced myself to sleep again. No point of waking up too soon as I got days- I mean a week to kill. Might as well I enjoy the beauty sleep (of which never makes me prettier!) while I still can.

Ahhhhh...my first day in Tonga. Stretched myself like a cat to loosen up my muscle when I was fully awake.

Speaking of first day, did you know that Tonga is the first country in the world to start a new day? Or in other words the first country in the world to get sunlight. Yes, they are. Tonga is the closest country to International Date Line. Let’s think it this way, if I pick my nose right at 12:00am (GMT +12) I will be the first person in the world to have my nose cleanse! Isn’t it amazing?

Samoa, the neighbouring country on the hand has 24-hour time different to Tonga. They are geographical near just hundreds miles apart, yet so far left behind in time. If I were to fly to Samoa I will get 24 hours saving. Take this scenario for an example, I take a flight on 12 January from Tonga to Samoa on 2200/ 10pm and say the flying time is 2 hours, therefore I will reach Samoa on 0000/ 12am of 12 January. I short I will live in 12 January time dimension again, twice. WOW. This whole thing is simple but I’m just amazed.

BREAKFAST

The mirror was covered with mist must be from the hot shower I took. I wiped it with my bare hand then I could see myself better. Still the same face that I saw from last night. How I wish one day I wake up looking at the mirror it was Justin Timberlake face on the reflection and not this same old face I’ve seen for the past 25 years (Oops...I mean 18. Ohh-kay how about 21?).

I got dress quickly. This time I don’t spend much time on my normal beauty regime – cleanse, tone, and moisturise. No need to look good by the way. No one is seeing me here. I walked on a nicely manicured lawn with green grass and pass through a tree with a signboard read ‘Heailala.’ Instantly I know what this resort was named after. Also written there, Heilala is Tonga national flower.

The sun refused to kiss my skin. It has been covered by dark grey-color cloud hanging over my head.

Bad weather, I said. Well I knew that going to happen even when I was in Auckland. From earlier homework I done, this period of time is the wet season. Expect shower and rain throughout this particularly time of the year. Wet Season is also off peak or low season for tourism industry, it means not many people (tourist) around and most off all is cheap airline fare. But don’t ever imagine double-digit price, that’s never going to happen.

One-way ticket from Auckland with Air New Zealand set me back about NZD265 but (with the capital B) flying out of Nuku’alofa back to Auckland cost me double the price- NZD536.60! Good pricing strategy, they make you fly cheap but later leave you with no option than to pay more if you want to go out which you have to by the way unless you are willing to take cargo ship!

“Good Morning.” Sven, the owner greets me when I reached the restaurant. From my initial contact with him in email, my housemate saw his name and he said Sven didn’t sound like Tongan name. In fact he’s not. Sven was a German and has been living in Tonga for more than a decade and married to a Tongan lady.

I spotted a nice seat by the window with a garden view. Anyhow there were only two views to choose for in the restaurant, either facing decorated wooden wall or overlooking the garden. I pulled out my laptop from my backpack and switched it on and took me awhile before I can do anything. Sven gave me the password to get connected with Heilala network. I’m glad the management provide free internet service 24-hour. At least I can read news on Barrack Obama presidential campaign.

Minutes later Sven came with tray of breakfast for me with two slices of bread, a plate of tropical fruit and a cup. I put the bread on the toaster located at the front and poured the hot water on my cup.

Herm, coffee or tea? I chose the later, Ceylon tea. When the bread popping up I walked back to my seat. On the tray there was a sea shell and filled with something but I just leave it as it was. Decoration maybe, I thought. I spread the butter and indulge myself with my reading.

After breakfast I went to Sven, “I haven’t paid (the room) yet.” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. We are not a big hostel. So far we have never have guest ran away.” Now I got the picture how the payment method like- pay when I check-out. Indeed Heilala Holiday Lodge isn’t that big with only 6 Tonga traditional fale and 5 bedrooms at the main house but this place can offer me real privacy and intimacy.

Sven asked what my itinerary like. I wasn’t sure at first because I haven’t give it a thought what I would like to do and how I would spend my holiday here. You see I’m a spontaneous person if an idea coming out then I would just do it and give a little thought about it. I think that more fun rather than have myself scheduled. Hey, this is holiday.

“If you like water sport, going for day trip to some of outer islands will be a good option.” He suggested. But I think not on my first day here. Then I saw a medium size board written with chalk- an advertisement for Island tour. Looks like a good deal, T$40 to explore Tongatapu Island tourist spots in 6-7 hours tour.

Interesting. That should be on my mental to-do list.

TOUR DE NUKU’ALOFA

“I think my wife told you last night that she will take you guys (me and the Germans) to town?” Sven asked me.

“Yes she did.”

“So just be ready at 10ish.”

“10ish?”

“Yeah, in Tonga every time is ‘ish’”

Nothing different than Malaysia.

I went back to my room to get some stuff and when I returned to the restaurant Sven handed me and drew the route where his wife will take me to. On the map listed some of the places of interest.

“It’s only 3 kilometres from here.” He added. Pointing at Heilala on the map and stretched it to Nuku’alofa town.

When his wife was ready I jumped on the van. The van moved and it wasn’t a smooth ride. The road was bumpy and pot holes were every few feet and one big pool of muddy water just before we got on the main street. It reminded me of the road going to my house in Tanjong Karang 20 years ago.

Along the way, his wife gave us commentary. She told us, in the village area there was no bus stop and the bus can just drop us anywhere by the road. Nothing different than Tanjong Karang too.

According to Sven, the Queen Salote Memorial Hall marks the beginning of the town. Few metres drive from the hall was the royal tomb – the final resting place for the member of the royal family once they died. It was huge and multi layered but unfortunately we are not allowed to go in. Anyway it’s not my thing to visit graveyard. When we were finally in town she showed us the bank, bus station, market, wharf and some other places. It was a quick tour yet it does help giving us (guests of Heilala) the idea where to go and what to do and the service were free off charge. Then she was asking us whether we have any question to ask.

“Do they (Tongan) speak English?” I asked her when we passed the fish market.

“Some of us do (speak English) and some aren’t. If they do speak, whatever your question may be they will answer either yes or no.”

Yes and no, the universally understandable way to disagree or agree.

She dropped us at the shops area and I just stood for few minutes thinking of where to go. Few metres away from me was a market. Earlier she told me the market open everyday except Sunday so I guess why not checking it out. Walking there initially I feel scared, many people at the market and I’m a foreign visitor. But when I came closer some were smiling at me.

“Malo e lelei,” a woman merchant greeted me in Tongan which means hello.

“Hi.” My simple reply.

The outer part of the market, I saw people selling clothes and garments and on the side of the market laid many types agricultural products which is so familiar to me similar Malaysian vegetation like Ubi Kayu, Ubi Keledek, Ubi Gajah, coconuts, watermelons , and etc. From one seller to another I saw most of them selling the same things.

These could be their agricultural commodity, I think.

I went inside the market, it was different from outside not in term of architectural but the merchandise they sell. Most items sold inside were locally made handicraft. From coral necklace to carved bone pendant to woven mat to sculpture and to name a few. I browsed around and I quite fancy the seashell yet I can’t buy it. New Zealand Custom forbids the traveller to bring in plant, coral and seashell, and even fruit for biosecurity reason. So I didn’t buy anything.




SEAT 6A

Window seat again. I was lucky this time I guess. Normally during check-in I will request from the ground staff to provide me window seat but I was forgotten and still yet they give me. Nothing special about the window seat besides the good view. But I flew at 10pm. Nothing you could saw out the window except pitch dark. The only reason I like it because I can rest my head on the wall. That’s it.

As far as I could remember, I’ve got window seat for 4 times. Once when I was flying from Brunei to Auckland. Then twice and thrice when I flew to Christchurch and returned to Auckland. The most recent one when I flew down to Wellington early December 2007. So this time is my fifth.

I removed a headset and pillow from the seat and landed my bony arse. The seat are slightly better than any of the airline I tried before- Qantas, Pacific Blue (of Virgin Blue), and Royal Brunei Airlines (of which I think the worst choice for long haul).

One of the first things I would do once seated, was to pull out the safety leaflet. Well, not really reading the safety guideline but to see the aircraft model. It was A320. I’m no aeronautic engineer but aviation is something that I fancy.

When I was kid I always like to stare at the sky looking the aeroplane. Very often the crate left a long white cloud trace behind them.

“Mak, tengok tu (Mum, look at that), “pointing to a bird-like invention, “kapal terbang tu buat awan (the aeroplane created cloud)”

Well there is still a boy in me. Back then, flying is something luxurious. What more I was coming from a poor family. The most common time people aboard airplane were during the hajj (pilgrimage) time.

My dad once returned from hajj in 1990, I didn’t ask him ‘how are you,’ instead,

“Abah seronok tak terbang? (Dad, was it fun flying? ”

He dives his hand in his bag and handed me an aeroplane toy.

When I grew bigger at high school, aeronautic and aviation was my reading. But it was a friend that shattered my dream to become a pilot.

“You can’t become a pilot. You wear eyeglass!”

Then I changed my ambition.

“You can’t become a steward (cabin crew) either. They all have a perfect vision!”

Herm, maybe that’s the end of my aviation career.

Still the interest never dies.

IN-FLIGHT MEAL

“Gosh, I’m so hungry. I haven’t taken my dinner.” I told Lady-with-departmental-store-luggage who happen to sit next to me for the next 3 hours flight. She told me she was hungry too.

10pm. Flight NZ0864 hasn’t even departed. Quarter past 10 when I finally feel it’s moving. Taking off and leaving Auckland behind. Seeing the city in bird eye view at night was magnificent. It’s like flood of orange-color lights with some X’mas chase lights still on at some area. It was vivid that night. No cloud to conceal those views.

Seriously I was so starving. Whittakers’ Chocolate that I bought early wasn’t enough. I was waiting anxiously for the dinner time. But I guess it still far away. For some people they can’t sleep if their stomach if empty, but I worked for me. Better for me to doze off rather than waiting unknowingly.

It was only an hour later I heard, “Dinner will be served” from the speaker.

“Chicken or pasta?” asked the cabin crew

“Chicken.”

“Any drink?”

“OJ.”

“Any hot drink?”

“Tea, please”

The meal was good. Way better than all those flights that I used their service before. Tasty and presentable. Royal Brunei was horrible. The rice smells like ‘nasi kawah’! Qantas and Pacific Blue on the other hand, don’t serve such meal since I flew domestic. (Well Qantas do serve tea and snack)

When I’m all full up, there’s one best thing to do- sleep. Anyway it was my sleeping time. I’m not the nocturnal type. I’m not really sure how long I’ve been sleeping but the announcement from the captain awaken me, telling all the passengers that we would be landing in Fua’amotu International Airport.

ARRIVAL.



I was anxious to see the island. For the past almost 3 hours the Pacific Ocean was beneath me. Such a relief to think finally there’s land on this part of the world. I can’t imagine how was James Cook travelled and explored these Polynesians islands. Was he sea sick? Was he tired looking at the vast and endless-like ocean? Or was he found it by accident?

I started to see some lights from the horizon and we came closer I could see street lights. Not that many and it was scattered all over. Some houses the lights were still on even though it was 1 o’clock in the morning.

The landing was rough, I crossed my finger hoping for the best but I bet the pilot was used to this runway. From afar the airport was rather small and I already have a mental picture how it would be. I walk down the aisle with Lady-with-departmental-store-luggage. Once I reached the door, I smell dry air.

Argh finally something different. You see, even though Auckland is summer. But the air is sometime ridiculous cold.

It was quite a walk to the arriving terminal. There’s no sky bridge that connects you from the flight. Understandably, this is a 3rd world country, you can’t expect 1st class facility. But to tell you the truth I fancy walking this way. At least I don’t feel confined.

I looked up the observation deck, many people there. Instantly it reminds me of childhood memories. Waving at my dad when he left us to perform the fifth pillar of Islam- Hajj. When I approached the arrival gate, there’s a local quartet band dressed in traditional attire playing some kind of Hawaiian Hula music (forgive me, I’m not sure what’s that music called) and that really caught my attention.

Aha, this is something cool. Something different. So far this is the unique arrival welcome I ever had. You could feel that you were welcome here. Tell which other airport in the world do such thing? Unless you’re a VIP perhaps they will throw you a good and glossy welcoming. With the warm smile of people, instantly all my unnecessary worries that I have a day before were gone. Disappear to the thin air.

They are not going to cook me in their pot tonight!

Though it’s past 1am, literally everyone in the flight tired and sleepy but with the music and that kind of welcome it seemed that they’ve been charged and this includes me. The Lady-with-departmental-store-luggage invited me to duty free shop. She told me she wanted to use my boarding pass to buy alcohol from the shop so she could purchase more than the quota.

Why did she always take up my quota? Actually I don’t really mine. Why waste it when someone else when it can beneficial to some other people. Just a dramatization, you know I’m such a drama king.

IMMIGRATION CHECK.

The lanes. Special lane. Non Tongan. Tongan. Being a Malaysian I queued on the middle lane. It didn’t take me long to reached the officer. He looked troubled but I dare not to ask. I smiled but he didn’t reply. Maybe he was tired of working night shift. He didn’t look like Tongan, more Indianish I should say.

He opened my passport to the first page and he looked up at me to verify the carrier of the passport. Seconds later he stamped my passport with 30 days visitor visa. It was quick and easy. Lucky to be Malaysian because I don’t need to apply visa prior to departure. I can just take a flight and obtain visa on arrival (VOA).

I walked to get my luggage. I saw nothing on the conveyor! Not even a single bag. The panic stroked me. SHIT, I got nothing to wear. It didn’t worry if I lost it since I got travel insurance to cover. I look around and people are just every where. Then I saw a group of beg in the middle. I took a chance and searched my bag. There it was lying on the floor. I guess if I don’t act much faster some else could have taken my bag away. Not stealing but mistaken that it was theirs. My bag is simply recognizable. It’s cheap chilli-red bag that I bought from Petaling Street. An imitation bag made in China. I put tag on it also with my unique name on. Who else on the flight bear a Muslim name?

I handed the the Arrival Card for security check. It was hassle free. They were not even X-ray my bag or at least a dog to sniff it. Cleary their trust for humanity is strong.

WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM OF TONGA.

Soon when I passed the security gate, lots of people flocking on the arrival hall. Some cheering. Some calling their friends name. Some just holding cards read ‘ALI BABA LODGE’ and ‘LAGOON RESORT’.

Herm... where’s mine?

A lady approached me. I believed she was Ali Baba Lodge staff. The card on her hand. “Where are you going?” She asked me.

“Heilala Lodge.”

“Come,” She wanted me to follow her. She stopped in front of one male standing in the middle of foot traffic, “this guy will drive you there”. She said with a slight hint of island accent.

“Heilala Lodge?” I asked the guy. He was rather tall and beefy.

He nodded. “I’m waiting for another guy.” He finally speaks. Beside him there were two German guys. From Heilala Lodge’s website, I could guess they receive a lot of German visitor since they have the website in German language as well.

I’ve seen quite number of people wearing black on the flight. But now I saw the number triple. Some of them were wearing a woven special garment on their waist. That was the Tongan way of mourning and respect to the dead. Someone died and his or her body was on the plane too! I saw the people claiming the remain at the cargo section which is not far away from where I stand.

If before the sounds of Hula kind of music inviting us, made us happy but now the mood change. The rhythm change completely. Sobbing is everywhere. Tears drop on the shoulder of someone’s who lends it. I believe the whole community came to the airport to show their respect. The thing about Tongan funeral, it’s like a community affair. If one dies not only the family members mourn but the whole community. This is the evident that these people are tight knit. Closely related though they have live thousands miles away from Tonga.

I started to ponder. Why I’m not like them. Why I can’t be close to my neighbour. Frankly speaking I don’t even know their name and shockingly they stay next to my house and have been living there for years! Am I a bad neighbour? Even during wedding reception I hardly show up and typical answer to my mum was and still is, “I don’t know them why should I!”

The last guy finally came out and we all walked to the MPV. The airport pick up transfer was a complimentary services to all the confirmed international guest. I guess all four of us need it by the way. Arriving late at night on a foreign remote country, getting a cab maybe a bad idea.

HEILALA HOLIDAY LODGE.

“You can sit in front if you want to. By the way I’m Moses.” The driver introduced himself.

“Ed,” I said and asked, “How long from the airport (to Heilala)?”

“About 20 minutes”

We talked along the way. The Germans at the back chose to stay silent. Tired I suppose. At about half past one, we finally there. A Tongan lady showed me my room on the upper floor of main house. She took me around for quick tour to show some of the important facilities.
“Alright, I’m leaving you now-“

“Wait, should I pay now?”

“No-no. Don’t worry. Do it tomorrow?”

Herm, that wasn’t a proper check-in.

The room was simple. There is one single bed, a table fan, a wardrobe, a mirror and there was something additional that I extremely think I won’t even need it - Holy Bible on a shelf next to the window. I put my bag on the floor and threw myself onto the bed.

Arghhhh...finally I can lay down.

The bed wasn’t bad at all. It’s a spring mattress. Surely I’ll be having a sound asleep. I didn’t feel like going up now. How I wish I could just close my eyes and go to sleep straight ahead. Yet I unpack my bag and take out my Holy Quran which I place on top in my backpack and placed right next to the Holy Bible.

Sleeping with a Bible in my room didn’t worry me. For me it’s just a book and it couldn’t derail my faith to the Oneness of Allah. If it is to be it’s up to me. My reading about Tonga also tells me this is a Mormon country. Mormon is one of the many sects of Christianity. Don’t ask me further I yet to studying it.

The water was cold but not freezing when I turned the tap on to wash myself. It tastes a little weird when I gargled. I slid the shower curtain and the water ran through me. Cleansed all my sweat away.

I laid down on the bed but I couldn't sleep.It was too quite and too serene. What more i was the only one on the upper floor and no one else there and outside was so dark. I rolled to the left and rolled to the right but still I couldn't sleep.It was until I chanted verses from Quran I finally sleep without knowing it.