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Raymond Francis


General means of public transportNO BUS WHEN THERE ARE BUS STOPS

To go to town from my home by public transport is as good as going to the moon. We don't see busses passing the main road outside with bus stops. There are bus stops without busses. Why ? Because there is no profit. The government does not allow the operation of light vehicles as they have in Thailand, the Phillipines and and India. The blood sucking taxis are preying on the customers at bus stations and other public places. A 2 mile ride would cost you RM15 per person, not per taxi.

Households are expected to own at least a bicycle to paddle to any location or else they have to walk a few kilometers to wet market or sundry shops. The distant from my home to the town center is about 8 kilometers. Luckily I have my own transport to take me around. But on occasion I need to travel by train I will have a very difficult time to get to the station. It is my habit that I do want to bother my friends or neighbor to send me to the rail station, bus stop or the airport.

Some people would not be happy to do us a favor. I tried to ask one whom I have helped to feed the fish, picked up her son from school and daughter from tuition class and lending her RM25K but she gave me all sort of excuses. It really hurts. All that I had asked her was a twenty minutes of her total time. When I lent her the big sum of money my purse went empty. I never gave any excuse. And I did want to hurt her.

For the last few years I drove to those stations with my old shabby car and left it at the airport or the bus station for days till my returned. In my heart I welcomed thieves to take my old car away. All I need to do iwas just make a report to the police. If there had been a bus I would have just to walk a few hundred meters to the bus stop without causing problems to others.

The government should not give an alternative to taking a taxi, consisting of the greedy lot of half-human specie. They are half human because they charge exorbitant prices and in some places they refused to take you to the destination you want.

I have been wandering about trying to decipher the mind and the mentality of the authority for their policy.

I remember what my Public Finance teacher told the class that any non-profit public service must be taken over by the government. In the United States almost everyone is access to bus rides. When I was in the Disney Area I had no problem of getting a bus to anywhere at all. From my hotel I could go almost everywhere though I had a little hussle to change busses. I don't have to buy a new ticket. Whereas in Tokyo people travel by train more than by taxis. If we want to prevent city congestion and to discourage cars into cities we have to make sure the public transport system can reach every corner of the streets.

Bangkok has almost every mode of transportation from the waterways to the underground electric system; the busses, taxis, motorcycles service and the tuk-tuk. Heavy penalties for black smoke pollution can always be re-enforced to reduce dirt in the atmosphere.

Government is not to run a business. It is to provide service and other infrastructures. What the private enterprise refuses the government has to take the task. Government makes money through taxes. The consequent said by my Public Admin teacher is very well seen in 1Mdb. Political involvements in such an undertaking usually ended up in failures due to the poor management and administrations. Politicians chose incompetent cronies to run the show.

Try to run a motorcycle service which can take one to one's required destination, in no time you will be arrested. And nobody even dare to try the three wheeler motor van for the same reason. I won't drive to town anymore if such a vehicle were able to pick me up from my door step.  The taxis can still survive through competition and passengers are in the hurry.

It is strange that Alor Setar is a city with bus stops but without a bus.



Would I sell my soul to a devil, to right the wrong for money, making sins as my blood and sweat, fight to defend a devil, to love the Satan in return for comfortable living and mountain of money and pleasure ? Humans are too weak to resist temptation, too strong to be the hero of the destroyer; the criminal, the sinners, the con men, the plunders, the gangsters and the crude politicians.

Are we prepared to die of starvation rather than begging ? There may be one out of a million. If there is one out of a thousand, that's considered good and powerful enough to stand against all odds like the 300 Spartans against a huge enemy.

Remember that the fate of the world is changed by only a few men. The world did not have a million Ibn Sina, Ibn Khaldun, Omar Kyayam, Tesler or Bell. We may not be inventors and scientists. Some of them suffered and punished by the social environments. Their homes were rained with stones and burnt and had to leave their own village for a sanctuary. If the object of invention represent the truth of science then one must be willing to sacrifice to defend the truth.

Between the two opposing parties both cannot be the truth. One is a lie, fallacy and cheat. People who has no access to information and the ignorance would have known which is the truth as evils in angel's dress come with promises and gifts, wooing with smiling faces. They vowed and prostrate to the devil, chanting the devils mantra and march to the fore unknowingly follow the leader to the hell.

Evil exist before the existence of the earth and mankind. So was the dual opposite elements of good and bad, darkness and light, male and female, proton and anti-proton. They are not coincidences but made activate the universe, and they are in living organism they are created to serve a certain purposes. And mankind is most special as they are endowed with feeling, emotion, greed, happiness, love and jealousy. Their brains excel the brain of other animals.

Science may dispel the idea of heaven and hell, Satan and angel yet the progress in technology created the weapon of mass destruction, the killing goes on everyday. There are laws, police and courts yet crimes do not seem to subside. The world fails to halt treachery and dreadful tragedies. The believers understand what science fail to touch, the mystery of nature that has not been discovered yet; what we called the secret of God's creation. We would have not known why God creates good and bad.

The devil is real. Like the quantum theory a particle can exist at many places at the same time, so is the devil. It is ubiquitous. It takes a form of human specie. Ku Adnan, Syahrizat, Keruak, Dahlan, Rosmah and Najib may come from the dark side. They are strong and powerful. They have sold their souls to the devil in return of perpetual and absolute power. They are selling the Malays and the country away. They are deceiving the Malays and commanding for their obedience and loyalty.

The ignorance and the stupid see money as their God, ignoring the source of the notes, halal or haram, legal or illegal, from the selling of their own race or from the selling of the country. Vowing to human before God for sustenance, office and pittance , bootlicking are acts of devil worshipping.

However, there should be a limit to striving for survival. You won't eat the meat of your kids to live, would you ? But people possessed by the devil would do anything. Some old people would still remember the boat people who threw their kids into the seas to lighten up their boats. It was bizarre but true, of prostituting one's wife and daughter for money is a common practice. They are drunk and brain dead.

A Minister said the Malays are wealthy. They go to perform pilgrimage by the thousands. But they also rush for the money from the UMNO minister. Why Najib still gives millions to the wealthy citizens ?

I told a lady teacher during the evening walk about a young couple, whom I suspect as a husband and wife, quarreling over something. The husband showed her his empty purse. I guessed that the wife had wanted something that the man can't afford to buy. Why in the first place the girl married that man ? The teacher said that girls when in love would not care about the husbands to be, would not compute the future. And I met several other married women who live in hardship, small abode and all the time penniless. I concluded that the Malays never compute their future and the future of the country. They are being led by those myopic, greedy and heartless lunatics of Satan in disguise.

The strength of a layman lies in his mind. He dares to face and fight an a colossal enemy. Using his wit he can checkmate the greatest general of his foe. If he dies, he dies a real hero, a man who never surrender and submit to the army of Satan. He will be remembered as a man who does not sell his soul to the devil.

I believe that a major collision will shake the earth, men among men, meteor against the earth. The faces of the living evil will be stripped and their fate will be in the hands of the suppressed populace. The guilty will face a severe punishment. Even the followers will not be spared. Everyone is talking about the end of time. If you don't want to believe in God then you have to believe in what the scientists say.

People are pressing for the information about alien beings in American and Israel government. Historians talk about Lucifer and Anunarki. The Muslims are talking about the coming of the Dajjal. Their analysis might frightened us but to the believers the end is soon and inevitable.



Nikola Tesla - Hulton Archive / Stringer/ Hulton Archive/ Getty Images

For the young men


There are various ways to keep our minds sharp; play chess, solving mathematical and statistical problems, designing projects that use E-Prom and other logic circuits, deciphering Morse codes and planning algorithm for computer softwares. It is a vital practice for elderly people to keep mentally alert, quick response to complex problems, keeping self esteem and confidence. The mind of the working persons are more active than those who do nothing. The continuous daily chores required mental alertness as they have to make sure things are done correctly without any error.

Chess playing should not be just to move the pieces without thinking. You may do so at the beginning but when come to 10 or 15 steps you have really to put on your thinking cap. A game could take 4 or 5 hours without a clock used. For those who do not have time for the game, they can solve the game problems as published in some newspapers before going to bed.

A few keeps Mathematic and statistical books of solving equations. At the leisure hours they would solve problem by problem, equation by equation, and checked the answers by flicking on the back page. To them the exercise is just fun but at the same time it is sharpening their minds. And designing projects is as challenging  as  solving mathematical problems. As they master the simple tasks they will proceed to a more complex ones.

What could we expect from the senior citizens who have no access to the tools and the firmware as they are only available in colleges and universities ? Compare with the college and university students and lecturers these group of people are less smart and the decay of mental alertness is alarming. At least I know how to write codes and know Morse characters. Since I ceased from software development, I chose Morse deciphering to keep my mind alert.

DO WE NEED TO BE SHARP ? -  Actually there isn't any need for an old man to be sharp. The younger generation will still viewed the elderly slow walking men as senile, and waiting for their hearts to stop. His name will only be mentioned again at the discussion of the bequest; how much money he left and where about his properties are. Interestingly before things get settled the younger member of the family was fatally striked by stroke.

To the Muslims the ability to memorize and recites doas(duas) are appreciable because we  need these people at the frequent kenduri arwah, a small festivity to pray for the death. A doa can be as long as 10 to 15 minutes of fast recital. The reciter has to be a person with a sharp mind and clear memory, otherwise he will fumble.

Generally mental acuteness could help a person to trace fallacy in an argument and lies between words. These usually come from politicians, con-men and individuals with malicious intents.

THE ROLE OF EXERCISE - Body metabolism tends to slow down with age. Ageing also deactivate the speed of blood circulation. I don't know how much is pumped to the brain and at what rate. I found that my ability to copy Morse after every exercise is better and my sending errors lessened. One could feel mentally and physically fresh. I feel the effect of my daily evening walk of only 4.8 km. I do not push myself more as I do not consume food intake as much as I was younger. More than half of the elderly joggers and walkers do it more than 10 km per day and at least 60% of them are Chinese.

I believe that healthy mind in the healthy body doesn't babble garbage as even many young men do. Garbage contains lies, fallacies, conflicting statements, non-existing things and meaningless words. You can hear them aplenty on the national media. Amazingly we have the paid garbage spewing specie to hoodwink the populace. An alert mind would be able to recognize between a devil and an angel.

 KNOWLEDGE FOR ENTERTAINMENT - There are seas of entertaining knowledge for an old man to pluck. The list is available on the Youtube. There are volumes of topics on UFO, taking us from the ancient period to the present alien bodyguard in the United States and Israel government, which takes us on the topic of a new technological invention of vehicles using alien technology. There are clips on animals and animal stories which give us a wide knowledge and deep understanding of the mammal's behaviors. There are inventions and stories on inventors in a vast volumes which we can't learn everyone of them. And much more.

The point is they are full of fun and enjoyment, presenting us with knowledge that we have never known before.

The fact that one feels he is learning more and more things each day will keep his mind awaken and alert most of the time.

He doesn't have to do a math work, playing chess, designing circuits and projects or listen to Morse codes. He has his own time to tap to any kind and subject he wishes to learn. They are really entertaining.





I have not found the equivalent of the English proverb yet.  It is a Malay saying describing a person who is trying to repair  thing or trying to improve thing, which in fact is making it worse.

A system, procedure and institutions which are well established, showing great performance and successes could be turned upside down by a new person under the excuse of enhancing the current luster. Observations show that when politicians or a man with such inclination had bankrupted the companies or making them run at a lost. An institution which has shown excellence slowly declined and losing it's prestigious image.

I have made several predictions which you may called a guessing game, base on my understanding of human behavior, their ego, attitudes and their visions. A big majority of our people put their self-interest in the fore. And many among them would not care less about the problems they caused to others. Egoistic persons would think that they are the most smart lots. They would accept the fact that educational level is not necessarily in coherence with vision and analytical ability. And the worst is when an egoistic person merely wants to satisfy his lust. He sets a policy, push it for execution and the later putting the blame on the poor output.

I usually would reject a certain policy from the beginning and would not want to know the final result for I know of it's disastrous effect. I would say "Since they are clever then let them do their own way..." And they did. The pumpkin was becoming worst and worst, beyond repair. simply because they have not seen, sensed, and know the good one. Their standard of goodness is the spoil they created. They dispel history.

The Westerners dig the past, spent time and money and study whatever came within their reach. They used carbon 14 dating to find out the age, study the past culture of the Egyptian pyramid, analyzing any graphic materials or writing. They try to see relationship between ancient culture and the present UFO.

Our new leadership or the Head of Department would want to destroy the past history of the institution and wanting to build up his own culture. Imagine a new Headmaster of a benchmarking school that  had won awards after award each year decided to knock down the beautiful structure and altered the landscaping to make it a new and better image, until the school was losing it's luster, never to win the prestigious award again. The limelight was stolen by the visitor institution.

I am not regretting to say that the Malays have the most myopic vision in comparing with their non-Malay friends.

The spoiler and the destroyer must not think he can escape and be invisible. His deeds would be recorded and remembered in history. When the block of cards crumple and the limpid water turned milky he would blamed the system that he himself was responsible, pointing fingers at others. Then he would run from the scene. The pumpkin remains messy.

The Malays are in the habit of destroying themselves and then blame the others for the mishaps. They are capable of destroying the other Malays for their own survival. They keep on playing the game until the platform is slowly sinking. The thinking ones try to stay away from the rogue gangs, hoping to find some tranquil sanctuaries.

I touched briefly on the school system above but the tragedy is not confined solely to it. Just open your eyes to see what is happening around you, what bother you in our dear daily life. Many have expressed their despair and frustration.

To me the rat is a pest. I prefer to stay away from the pest.

One lovely word that I have been hearing is HANCO !!



I am lucky that there is no regulation barring those without authority from penning any topic on computer programming because I don't have any formal course in it, neither do I have any certificate from any colleges or universities. I remember when I was working and our vocational school system decided to purchase computers for schools I was not called to give any contribution simply because I was not a computer engineer.

And at another place and time some wise guy introduced me to someone as a programmer and one of the programmers asked me for my diploma or a degree.

If you are not endorsed by any form of authorization then you are not a qualified person.

Since there is no law to impose on people like me to say anything at all on the related subject matter, I might as well take the opportunity to write what I feel and think. You are warned not to believe what I say. They may not contain facts.

Computer programming can be a hobby to some, and it is one for me. I do not go into the system programming, the command for booting, tracing the RAM, ROM and the CD and other peripherals. I write codes on application software.

How to write codes ? In a laymen's term we use languages to do so. The basic language is a machine code. Usually if you are familiar with E-Prom you will find the chip will basically have 8 pins for coding and 2 for power supply . A character is represented  by the pin the current received. 00000001 means the current is applied to pin written as 1. 00000010 means the current is applied to pin 2 from the left. They called the 0 and 1 as binary digit. The 00000001 in numeric is 1. 00000010 is 2 decimal.  00000011=3, 00000100=4, 01000001 is 65 decimal. 65 represent A in ASCII code, and so on. But for uneducated person like me we won't use such a method of writing codes.

The experts divide computer languages into machine , assembly and high level language. Assembly language is more on programming the microprocessor like loading an accumulator with a certain value like LDA. Then they used shift etc. I saw a small boy using assembly language in developing a computer game which amazed me very much. And this too was not deployed by me.

The high level language is the language understood by human. The first I used was called BASIC (Beginner All Purpose Symbolic Instruction Code). Let me show you why we say the language is understood by men.

                                       10 PRINT "HELLO WORLD"
                                       20 END

Print and End are words used by men. When the program is Run it will have to be converted into the machine language by another program called Interpreter.

Where did I learned those BASIC codes ? It was from a Radio Shack, an electronic shop that sold a Radio Shack home computer.

As time passed more and more high level languages were developed, the GWBasic, te Quick Basic, Visual Basic, PHP, ASP, C and university students learnt COBOL and FORTRAN. Then came JAVA, Linux, Unix etc.

PC hit the world market. Smart phone began to take shape. Industries grew.

The computer maker is different from the software industry. Both designed following the configuration of the inside machine which we call a microprocessor. The early processor was made by INTEL was an 8088 and Motorola has 6800. These are hearts of the personal computers. They were also called CPU. Inside the CPU there are general registers which we can imagine as pigeon holes where data were kept, the control unit, arithmetic logic unit.

Both of these industries wanted to make sure the consistent and continuous flow of money. IBM, Apple, Texan Instrument were on the making of the PCs. Microsoft concentrated on the Operating System, producing MS-DOS., followed by Windows. And with other vendors began to develop the high level language. I chose Visual Basic as it was one of the easiest language to learn. The commands and vocabulary were almost identical to BASIC. There was almost no limitation that the VB can do, from communication to bio-metric and all other applications you can think off.

You don't need to have a teacher to teach you codes and algorithm. A few words of codes ( words ) can do wonderful things. Let me show a simple sample of a multiplication table;

                   For I = 1 To 12
                   Print "5 X "; I; " = "; 5 * I

The output is as below

                   5 X 1 = 5
                   5 X 2 = 10
                   5 X 3 = 15
                   5 X 4 = 20
                   5 X 5 = 25
                   5 X 6 = 30
                   5 X 7 = 35
                   5 X 8 = 40
                   5 X 9 = 45
                   5 X 10 = 50
                   5 X 11 = 55
                   5 X 12 = 60

You don't need a degree to write those, do you ?  Schools and colleges adopted Visual Basic , C and Java . C and Java are almost identical in command and structure. I told myself that I will go to C and Java as soon as finish with VB.

With VB I wrote a Winsock application, a chat program which I published on my website for a while. I opened up 9M2ZA's computer from my home and pulled home a few of his data. I developed a Morse Trainer and a special logging program. I made quite a substantial amount of money  with this language. I ended up with a finger print system. With the ASP combined with VB, I managed remote database, including keeping finger data. But they were merely for fun. A ham friend is still using my program in his vehicle workshop.

BUT Microsoft is upgrading the Windows as the new processor were being developed. It started with 8088, 8086, 80286 and continue to move to 64 bits pentium. New processors and windows are rejecting the old high level language, driving people like me crazy.

Apple computer with different OS have been gaining popularity in USA, but not in Malaysia yet. To develop a software for it you have to use X-Codes with a lot of restrictions. It is not an independent system. You will have to pay  in the process of publishing  it. We began to see problems in developing programs for PCs and the Smartphone.

People suggest the Open Source free system. UNIX, LINUX and UBUNTU seemed to be the choice. I have all the books, the UBUNTU and even the linux compact disk. 9M2PJU is ever willing to assist anyone in providing free Ubuntu CD and all other helps.

But by now my mind is getting rusty. I need to buy a new PC minus all the Microsoft and Apple OS with an linux inside and start to crawl from the scratch. I bought an E-Prom programmer and did not even try programming it yet. And it is wiser for me to understand the gates and the logic practical work guided by the literatures.

Even to arrange the logic gates by designing a project will consume plenty of time. In other words I could not handle both  Ubuntu and Eprom programming at the same time. Age is catching up.

YOUNG PEOPLE - I would suggest that younger people below 40 to utilize their brains to the maximum. The younger you are the better. The understanding and the absorption capabilities excel the elderly.. You can do it without going back to school. If there is a will there is always a way. I have shifted my interest to reading FB and Whatsapp. In the evening I go for my daily walk. The time is too short for everything.

CHOOSE A LANGUAGE - I would suggest Linux and/or C and/or Java. Study the database structure and the possible interface with the existing data system like MySql. Create application for data entry and saving them in the database. And the data retrieval and the display. The rest can slowly be explored and I am certain that within by 2 months you can master each of the languages.

CREATIVITY AND LOGIC - I saw people developing programs sitting and typing codes without any reference manuals and books beside them. I also saw people refer to papers and books for every sentence they were typing. I concluded that that the ones writing algorithms from their minds are more creative than the other ones.

Your creativity can help you in combining various tools to form a new thing, which more often than not will be different from others. You know how to make a calendar and make an alarm sound. But you have to be creative enough how to make the PC remind you what to do when the date arrives or to automatically print a birthday card of a person on the day.

The algorithm is deploying a much less simple logic than designing interface for some hard ware gadgets. By the old programming methods the IF and THEN were used all over to achieve the desired result.

INTERNET PROGRAMMING -  Java and PHP are powerful enough. But the simpler one is the ASP. I do keep a lot of data in my remote server. It may not be a great one but it serves my purpose well. I keep my radio logging in the server and utilized it whenever and wherever I like using my PC or mainly my Android to retrieve and saving my data. This too does not require a college or university degree. ASP codes are all over. Pluck the right ones, paste them and it will do the work for you.

Below is my remote logging ASP codes which you may want to try. Use your imagination and creativity to modify lines

<%dim NOMBOR,nom2,CAL,CHET
if trim(CHET)<>"ON" then CHET="OFF"
if request("SUBMIT")=" Add Data " then
'on error resume next
Set Conn2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Connection")
Provider = "Provider=Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0;"
DBPath1 = "Data Source=" & Server.mappath("\BUKULOG.mdb") & ";" 'line10 Provider&DBPath1
SQL2 = "select * from BUKUlog" ' where ucase(callsign) like '" & UCASE(CAL) & "' and date like '" & trim(ayat) & "'"
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.OPEN SQL2,CONN2,3 ''2,2
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.Source = SQL2
Set RS2.Activeconnection = Conn2
RS2.CursorType = 3 'KeySet
RS2.LockType = 2 'Pesimistic
Session.LCID = 2057 '4105
Dim a, b, c, d, e, date1,text3,text4
Dim masa
Text3 =time ' Format(Time, "HH:mm")
date1 = date
If Left(Time, 2) > 7 And Left(Time, 2) < 24 Then b = Abs(8 - Left(Time, 2)): date1 = date
If Left(Time, 2) < 8 And Left(Time, 2) > -1 Then b = 16 + left(Time, 2): date1 = date-1
a = Mid(Time, 4, 2)
If a = 0 Then b = b + 1
If b = 24 And a = 0 Then b = 0
if len(b)=1 then b="0" & b
if len(a)=1 then a="0" & a
e = b & a 'Format(b, "00") + Format(a, "00")
'If Len(Trim(e)) = 2 Then e = "00" + e
rs2(0)= nom2 'DATE1 'request("t2") 'DATE
rs2(1)= e 'request("t3") 'time

RS2(3)=p1 '"-"
rs2(3)= ucase(REQUEST("T5")) 'MODE e 'time

RS2(4)=p2 '"-"


rs2(5)=REQUEST("CALLSIGN1") ' UCASE(request("t1")) 'CALLSIGN



end if

if request("SUBMIT")=" Update " then
Set Conn2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Connection")
Provider = "Provider=Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0;"
DBPath1 = "Data Source=" & Server.mappath("\BUKULOG.mdb") & ";" 'line10 Provider&DBPath1
SQL2 = "select * from BUKUlog WHERE BIL LIKE '" & REQUEST("T10") & "'" ' where ucase(callsign) like '" & UCASE(CAL) & "' and date like '" & trim(ayat) & "'"
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
'RS2.OPEN SQL2,CONN2,3 ''2,2
'Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.Source = SQL2
Set RS2.Activeconnection = Conn2
RS2.CursorType = 3 'KeySet
RS2.LockType = 2 'Pesimistic
response.write rs2("bil") & " " & rs2(6)
rs2(5)=ucase(request("t1")) 'callsign
rs2(0)=request("t2") 'date
rs2(1)=request("t3") 'time
rs2(4)=request("t4") 'freq
rs2(3)=ucase(request("t5")) 'mode
rs2(6)=ucase(request("t6")) 'name
rs2(7)=request("t7") 'his rst
rs2(8)=request("t8") 'my rst
rs2(12)=ucase(request("t9")) 'qth
end if

if request("SUBMIT")=" Delete " then
on error resume next
Set Conn2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Connection")
Provider = "Provider=Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0;"
DBPath1 = "Data Source=" & Server.mappath("\BUKULOG.mdb") & ";" 'line10 Provider&DBPath1
SQL2 = "delete * from BUKUlog where ucase(callsign) like '%" & ucase(request("T1")) & "%' and date like '%"+request("t2")+"%' and time like '%"+request("t3")+"%'"
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.OPEN SQL2,CONN2,3 ''2,2
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.Source = SQL2
Set RS2.Activeconnection = Conn2
RS2.CursorType = 3 'KeySet
RS2.LockType = 2 'Pesimistic
end if

if request("SUBMIT")<>" Add Data " and request("submit")<>" Delete " and request("SUBMIT")<>" Update " and len(trim(cal)) > 0 then
on error resume next
'Session.LCID =4105
dim numfield,nam3,DAT2,ada,yak,fail,ayat,namafail,myurl,bill,conn2,conn
'on error resume next
Set Conn2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Connection")
Provider = "Provider=Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0;"
DBPath1 = "Data Source=" & Server.mappath("\BUKULOG.mdb") & ";" 'line10 Provider&DBPath1
if len(trim(ayat))>0 then SQL2 = "select * from BUKUlog where bil like '" & trim(ayat) & "'"
if len(trim(ayat))=0 and ucase(cal)="ALL" then SQL2 = "select * from BUKUlog"
if len(trim(ayat))=0 and ucase(cal)<>"ALL" and CHET="OFF" then SQL2="select * from bukulog where ucase(callsign) like '%" & UCASE(CAL) & "%'" '
if len(trim(ayat))=0 and ucase(cal)<>"ALL" and CHET="ON" then SQL2="select * from bukulog where ucase(callsign) like '" & UCASE(CAL) & "'"
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.OPEN SQL2,CONN2,3 ''2,2
Set RS2 = Server.CreateObject("ADODB.Recordset")
RS2.Source = SQL2
Set RS2.Activeconnection = Conn2
RS2.CursorType = 3 'KeySet
RS2.LockType = 2 'Pesimistic
response.write rs2.recordcount

You do see many IF and THEN. This is what I call logic.

Since computing is a hobby it is all fun and provide joy and happiness when the machine show you the output you want. You don't have to crack you head on studying the microprocessor 6800 or 80286 because they will be obsolete in no time. E-Prom can be used in interfacing or for a stand alone project. Again there are plenty of ready codes for them.

At this juncture my meager knowledge has been left thousands of miles away from the progress. It is moving at an electric speed with more breakthrough.

I found a ham operator like Salleh Hassan is far more advance in this area. Like me, he enjoys with his technological progress. The ham radio operators are lucky to have experts among them like Azlan and Khairol whose knowledge can be tapped by younger enthusiasts. Piju is another resourceful person. He taught me many things.

Many of us are self taught. We may be duped as pseudo intellect.  We are not qualified to give views of matters on computers and computing because we are not graduates in these fields.

You may be asking why I choose his very topic to write.

It is just because I don't have any other to write. To those who learn as you walk you will find the beauty and joy of freedom that a little knowledge is available anywhere, providing opportunity for us to know things like why the binary, hex and decimal numbers, and why SHIFT concept was introduced in the assembly.

It is happiness and satisfaction. We are not completely dumb after all.





You may know her. But I don't. Someone published her singing on the Facebook. I believe that you can understand the Chinese more through her. Adinda is 11 years old from Taiping Perak. She has an amazing voice and she has all the time to be perfected by a vocal coach. Her vocal coach is Jacob Teo, 36, who runs a singing school in Kuala Lumpur. She has a great future.

Adinda attends SJK(C) Sin Min in Taiping. What can we expect ? She would be able to speak Mandarin, English, Malay and Hokien. That's what the local Chinese has over the Malays. And many Klantanese sent their kids to Chinese schools too.

She auditioned for Let's Sing Kids by submitting a video of her singing, flew to Hunan Province with her mother on July 1 for the first round. See for yourself the video of her singing.

It is touching to see how she is treated. Pictures tell more than a thousand words.

Politicians divide use to gain the votes so that they can continue plundering our coffers and abusing their powers, threatening another May 13 for nothing, creating unnecessary hatred.

Adinda is another girl making us proud.



My primary school teachers had no college nor university education. There weren't even SRP/LCE then. But through them I could learnt how to read, write and count numbers. A few of them I still meet from time to time. There was one whom I met in a wet market about 35 years later by the name of Cikgu Ismail. I greeted and accosted him. He remembered my name and shed his tears just because of the greeting.

Around those days there were stickers on the rear window of various phrases, like 'OHIO UNIVERSITY' ,'UNIVERSITI MALAYA','UNIVERSITI KEBANGSAAN MALAYSIA' etc. There was one special car which displayed 'SEKOLAH ATAP'. The message was laughable but had captured the audience interest.

Yet I did hear with my own ears remarks such as '..he doesn't even pass HSC/STPM...we are now graduates'. A computer student condemned his lecturer for not knowing how to use a software that he got an access to. An ITM student who came to sell a school software criticizing the program which I developed and used it in my PC.

Would I care about those smart guys who were showing off their mental ability ? No. I just went on my way. But I feared my students might treat their parents poorly just because they were less educated. I told them that during the course of my conversations to their parents I found the wisdom in them. They talked about the future of their kids and wanted a better life for them. "Your parents might not know who Graham Bell is but they have a vision for you."

I hate a swaggerer or a braggart. There is one in my vicinity who boast he knows everything about radio and computer, pounding his pomposity in matters of receivers. And as usual I only asked him to explain a tune circuit so that a simple man can understand with the detail comprehension of the circuit in action.

Today we have tenth of thousands of graduates in the country. And we also have billionaire and tycoons who are not having even a college degree. Believe me, you take 10000 graduates to sit for UPSR you will find at least 5000 would be considered fail in the exam.

I am not saying university or college graduates are dumb. But everyone has his weaknesses and strengths. And if we are weak, there are weaker people than us. If we are strong there are stronger people than us. I have never wanted to underestimate other people though I may be overestimating them. A standard 5 boy knows more  computer stuffs than me.

I don't know many things and I forget many things too. My elmer never taught me about the RG value of a cable but I was told of the required ohmage value of a cable and it's preferable size. The old cable I used was large in diameter than I am using now. Farther than that I could say nothing. To me the bigger the conductor the lesser the resistance. And I would want to see the screen too. Surely I am a dubbed as a stupid guy. And I choose to stay dumb. My only happiness was when ham stations all over said my signal was blasting despite it's modest height. That was many long years ago.

How could I be smart when I gained my electronic knowledge through valves while today the hitech chips have taken place of the tubes ? I traced faulty amplifier through the electron flow via the valves, understanding the role of the cathode, anode and grid. Today the hi-low and the logic circuits are combined and applied. But who cares about all those technical stuffs anymore. Even a moron can set up and operate a radio station, buy a smart phone, express himself in a facebook.

There is one thing that one has to remember that whatever wealth one has; money, knowledge and mental and physical ability God can always take it away from us. I hope some of us can still remember Uji Rashid, Muamar Ghadafi, Dr Mahathir, our great badminton player Tan Aik Huang to mention a few. There is no permanency within us. And I feel the rapid deterioration of my memory. When old boy Rusli left several of his things in Tokyo recently I knew it was not me alone who are absent minded. Even a much younger friend began to consume Ginko to retain his memory.

I am in the world not to show my intellectual capacity. It is just because I haven't any, and  not to parade my ability because it is not within me. I like to tell a true story from a true experience. It may sound weird and you may think I brag a lot. It is anybody's freedom to form his own opinion.

I considered myself lucky for having Chinese friends and families and I have learned a lot from them, the value of being humble. In a small town everyone knows everyone else. None boasts about his child but everyone else knows whose son becomes a doctor, engineer, lawyer and a Professor. There might be one or two who can't help talking about his kid who got excellent award at MIT USA. But he never condemn other people who are less smart in public. Even at the very moment from the reading of the feedback in the alternative media I could sense many learned and great professionals by the English they used and the arguments they put forward.

But at time, putting up an argument or a rebuttals you may dub a keyboard warrior, meaning that you can only talk but nothing done.

Freedom, democracy, civility are conceptual ideas put in writing. Those people did not create freedom, democracy and civility. Yet we are all talking and practicing it. We form parliament and reject totalitarian rule. WE gathered the ideas from their pen. Those writers would have been called keyboard warriors too by the current standard.

I love what 9M2ZA used to say on the air "...if I were smart, why can't I be a millionaire..."

THE BRAIN AND THE ATTITUDES - I don't have the authority to talk about both topics. The following babbles may be just a pure garbage.

I wouldn't know the working and the intricacies of human brain. For a moment I thought human brains of all races and nationalities are the same though there are an innate traits and the acquired components from learning and environment. But when I noticed the Morse codes operators handled the electronic paddles differently I realized they are not exactly identical. My left paddle is the dah and the right one is the dit, whereas the other operators have the dit on the left paddle. I am not a left handler to say the left brain controls my physical activities.

So I have to assume that I come under the category of a stupid person.

God endowed mankind with different level of intelligence which we commonly measured using the term IQ. There are a great number who has the IQ above 120. They are not only quick to learn and understand concepts in depth but also able to see behind an unknown and unseen. It is not an abnormal phenomena. We would see these people in engineers, lawyers, doctors and scientists. The intelligent and the genius are not confined to Tesler and Bell, but also existed among the Malays and other Malaysians. The United States companies are tapping their intelligence in hitech and wafer development.

For progress and development we need such group of people. We saw the build up of schools and institutions for educating pupils of higher intelligence.

BUT we were all shock when our Prime Minister declared that he preferred people with loyalty to people with intelligence. We would have guessed that he was talking about attitudes.

I don't know where attitudes come from. Is it from a brain, feeling or emotion ? Likewise I don't know what creates an ego.

We commonly describe attitudes of having positive or negative elements. The willingness to fight, diligence, strive to overcome difficulties contributes to the positive attitudes. Surrendering before starting, giving unending excuses, and indolence are the negative ones. To the Prime Minister loyalty is a positive attitude.

Peace, harmony and stability do not come from intelligence but from attitudes of the masses.

Education therefore must cater for poor and low achievers as well which are are now casting aside. We turned the vocational schools into vocational colleges with the higher entry level. We instill good and positive attitudes in them, enhancing the economic value of each of the students.

Teachers have been telling us it is these poor students who remember them most. The intelligent ones would not even accost them.

THE STUPID FARMERS - We are now living in a technological age. We use machine for seeding and planting while the old traditional uneducated farmers were on their sweats and muscles. My uncle was a fisherman. He came to town shoeless. He read no text, and understood no numbers. But those stupid and uneducated farmers who provide fish and rice for the populace.

My uncle and other Malay fishermen went bankrupt when trawler fishing came in. Their generations became poor till today. And the farm land have been taken away for real estates by developers, engineers and lawyers. A few got rich, many became poorer. And the Malays as a whole are begging land for housing from the government.

THE SMART SCIENTISTS AND ENGINEERS - We would have wish the intelligent people to use their brain to benefit the mankind. Instead they built machines that could kill innocent people without any morose. Thousand of people were killed and maimed. They sell computers, create all kind of malware and force users to buy the antidotes. They made drugs so that you need to consume them all your life. Try to read on Mosanto and find out more on what had really happen.

The comfort we get from technology comes a lot with the side effects, diseases, insurance fees and all other payments.

What is behind is the greed.

Being stupid in a way is also a reward. A stupid worker in an office is less asked to do all sort of jobs. The smart ones are always the victims.

People will not come for help and advice. If they call me stupid, I would just admit it. I have better things to do for myself like doing stupid thing throwing my money visiting places in the world, when I should have kept the money for my present and future consumption. I buy cat-foods to feed my cats and the wild birds. Also wasting my money. I write stupid blog that brought me no income.

My statistical professor used to say '..funny.. people talk to their dogs but not to their fellow humans..' Did he mean sometimes animals are better than men ?



Funny I had wasted my entire young days in many things. Though not all things were there during those days I just felt I missed them. Personal computer without the internet appeared in the early 80's. Internet conquered the world a few years latter. I didn't do much then until the dawn of my age when I first began writing a blog, and experimenting with the the remote database. These are not the work of an old man. Old man just need to rest, watch drama and and other entertainments on the TV, pray and frequent myself to a mosque and wait for the time to die.

I should have been doing exercise when I was young. I didn't. I started jogging at 50. Today at the jogging track I notice there are many young men and women finishing more than 5 miles each evening, keeping themselves fit. It would have been different if I were to start at their ages and continue until now. A lady friend repeatedly telling me to take care of my health when she should have said to the younger guys.

I ignored schooling and knowledge hunting for I had no aim in my life. I saw no future. At this age I realize the importance of skill and knowledge. All the time I had been thinking of becoming a sailor, running away from home and live in a far away land. Books, library and other source of information scared me to death.

How could I not be believing in fate when I am at this juncture right now. I am not a vagabond, not a hard core labor and not living in a foreign land. I became a teacher and retired as one. I earned my degree in Indiana university and taught myself BASIC programming in a Radio Shack. I developed computer softwares and ended the programming in the bio-metric finger print system.

God has blessed me with more than what I needed in living with a great density of sustenance and providence. I have seen half of the world and set my feet on them, have consumed the best of the foods that million of poor people would have not dream of. I am not a millionaire or anywhere near to the status of being wealthy. I share my meager pension with the cats and the birds.

I never regret for not tasting beer and wine. It is just like a Westerner running away from the delicious durian. And I would not want to try it.

For many long years since I was born there had been no birthday wishes nor celebration. This stuff seemed to begin to take shape, at least in my life, when a public media like the Facebook appeared and became a public platform for mutual communications. It reminds us of someone's birthday. I used to make my PC announced the students and teachers birthdays so that I could wish them and provide free lunch for my students. At that time the facebook was not even heard yet.

Today is my birthday. People sent their wishes. What can it do ? They just reminded me "Hey, you are still alive." I did not even feel that I missed it when I was younger. At 50 nobody said "Happy birthday...." to me, not even my spouse and kids. I did not celebrate theirs either. I would not feel bad if nobody send me their wishes. Things are looming only when I am at the end of the road. A few steps more I would fall into another world.

Tomorrow is Idil Adha. The house is very gloomy. Only one kid comes back. The rest were told not to return because Idil Fitri was just about one month ago. I made no preparation. I do not expect any visitor. It would have been different if my wife is still alive. Relatives would have come to visit her as she was very sickly. But I did arrange my hall, sweep the floor and iron all my clothing. My shack is left unattended, very disorganized and messy.

Afterwards I will go for my evening walk, 4.8 km. As I have said before, I should have done so when I was 20 or 30.

But I do not regret what I have missed in the past.



In the 60's and 7o's I used to buy the Chinese paperback electronic magazines which cost just a little over one ringgit. I never read the articles simply because they were written in Mandarin. But all the circuits and components were shown in English. The content was something like Practical Wireless or Practical Radio. I built amplifiers and transmitters from the magazines. At that time I did not know of the existence of a radio hobby.

The first time I saw the ham radio was in a movie, depicting two young men living at different places playing a game of chess over the radio. I thought it was just a fantasy and a mere fictitious story. When I perused a Practical Wireless at a small Indian stall I noticed an advertisement on  an RAE course of amateur radio. The curiosity bloomed.

In the early '70s I came across a news in a local paper about a JOTA station in Coronation Camp Penang run by the Penang ham radio operators. I drove to Penang with Chen, 9M2FL, to the location. That was the first time I encountered with the live amateur radio. They had a Cubical Quad using a bamboo spreaders.

In the subsequent years I made myself available at the Penang Jota station, only to return home at late night. I began to learn how they managed to make everybody to feel the taste of radio communications. There were a few hundred boy scouts and girl guides. When the scouts had other activities Eshee would pound his straight key working CW with distant stations.

I also wrote to telecom department asking about the hobby. I was sent with the syllabus and the amateur radio regulations and the application forms for Radio Amateur Examination and the Morse codes characters. The first thing I did was buying a set of radio books, BASIC RADIO, and a small transistor radio. What I did with the transistor radio was tapping the output and using a capacitor to feedback which I get the tone.  With a cassette recorder I recorded the CW characters by the touch-untouch method of the transistor radio feedback. I learned Morse from the cassette from my own recording.

While I was studying for my RAE, I did SWLing by buying two radio sets and put them back to back, resolving the SSB signals by beating the two. Every evening I would be monitoring the Malaysian hams having a fun on the air. Conversations were all in English. It was nothing strange. After all the exam was in English too.

From the radio I learned to copy Morse sent by the police net and by the ship-to shore. I knew that I was able to copy when I found some sense in the messages. It was the warning to the ships to avoid a certain area as the storm was coming at a certain speed.

I did not remember how long I took to complete my preparation for the radio test. But I finally went to Penang telecom for it. I did not know anyone in the hall but Chen Kok Hoon. The papers contained two parts, the regulation and on the technical side. The regulation was simple. I remember answering on how to keep a logbook and what to record in them. And on the second paper I remember answering one of the questions on the working of either a superheterodyne receiver or a TRF receiver. "Draw and describe". I chose the former and drew the detail including the components. Later I discovered we were just to draw a block diagram.

While waiting for the result I frequented Eshees and Mal's houses almost every week, sometimes alone and other time with my wife. While my wife was in a car I would take a few minutes to go on the air.

Result came and I passed. By the time I had already gained enough competency in Morse codes. Some time later I went for the test in Penang. The CW test could be held anywhere as long as there were examiners, the employee of the telecom themselves. In  every telecom department there was a radio section. If I could remember the CW test began with sending. There were about 4 candidates. I did not remember how many passed. One of candidates was sent home, leaving the rest for receiving. I remember he was sending at a low speed. I handed him my paper, he looked at it and smile. :Sir, your sending is slow,: said I. "No," he replied."I sent you at 12 words per minute."

                                                      "Do I passed ? "
                                                       "Go home and wait."

Waited I did. Everyday I waited for the postman. When the result finally arrived, it put me in  great ecstasy.

There were not too many hams then. The active ones were 9M2FK. 9M2GL, 9M3EG, 9M3RJ, 9M2CF, 9M2CG, 9M2DJ, 9M2BS, 9M2GL, 9M2AT, 9M2PZ, 9M2MP, 9M2AP, 9M2BH, 9M2YP, 9M2GV, 9M2HP, 9M2RS, 9M2MW, 9M2FZ, 9M2CW, 9M2FR, 9M2RI, 9M2SB, 9M2DS, 9M2AV, 9M2SS and 9M2DW. These people would be on the band everyday in a separate groups. Rigs were huge and heavy, mostly with power supply built in. My first was FT 101 bought second hand at RM800 from a local ham.

I had an inverted V cut for 40 meters using a bamboo mast. My first station was at Anak Bukit, my wife's house, a small house in a padi field. It was from here that I worked the Saudi Prince, King Ahmad Talal, an American Congressman, a Hollywood actor, scientists from South poles and many pilots flying on the planes. My signal was fantastic because of the flat water base agriculture land. Then I moved to a new location when I became a school's head. Also using the same antenna system. At the time the band was excellent. Only after 2000 I operated from my current location, my own home at Lorong Bayu. I had a 40 foot antenna then hung to two bakau poles. The center point was opened. My signal maintained until the two poles were knocked down by my front door neighbor who pressed his accelerator that knocked down my fences, my pole and pushed my kitchen in a few inches. It was a bizarre accidence.

In 19802/83 I went to USA. Personal computer began to take shape in those years. I was so absorbed in the new technology so much so that I forget ham radio. When I came home I didn't know of the drastic events that had taken place, about the MCMC taking over telecom, about the existence of license B holders, about the repeaters, about the old boys I used to know are getting their own tickets. I was on the IRC chat day in and day out, enjoying a new mode of international communication.

I can't say about Choo, 9M2HC, as to when he acquired his ticket and 9M2AU and 9M2MZ too. My rig in my store gathered cobwebs and dust. One day I just try to switched it on. There was light but there was no sound. I sprayed the total rig with a can of mosquito aerosol and turned the knobs left and right. To my surprise I heard Zainal talking to Choo. "My God these people are still alive," I said to myself. I thought nobody played with the radio anymore just because I didn't.

I computed it was more than 10 years that I left ham radio. A few days later I received a letter from MCMC about renewing my license. Still I did not know anything. Things confused me. However I needed to check my antenna. While on my roof Hanafi came to my house. The first words I remember he said, "Abang Rahman..were you strike by a lightning ?" He narrated about the new structure, about him having a call sign and now living in Alor Setar and about the 2 meter activity.

GIVING A CHANCE TO ENTHUSIAST AND OTHERS TO TALK -  Scouts always invited me to open up a station mainly in Jitra. It had been an annual affair. They would find me a tall bamboo mast planted in the middle of a field. I asked them to cut wires for a dipole, soldered and hoisted it up. All those committee members are now licensed hams.

We prepared a paper with the format on what they boys and girls were to say.


                     MY NAME/NAMA SAYA........... SPELL USING PHONETIC

                     SAYA DARI KUMPULAN ........ DARI SEKOLAH .....TINGAKATN/DARJAH....

                     TERIMA KASIH 73


Each one of the student would be holding a card.

At any other time I invited these people to my house and let them speak to the local hams with my supervision. That was way back before the coming of class B.

WHO WAS THE BEST AND MOST KNOWLEDGEABLE HAM ? - Nobody cared about it. Nobody questioned about it. When we were unsure of anything we would put the question on the band and discussed. I didn't even know their professions and never asked them on the band. I only knew when they themselves told me. Nobody claimed to be an expert and nobody condemned anybody about anything at all.

When we heard somebody calling CQ we would go to his call just because we did not want to frustrate him. We termed it a ham spirit.

Anything about SOP and technicalities I would put the questions to Idris, 9M2GL. Anything about CW procedures I would asked Eshee.

I remember that when a topic was discussed everyone would resort to ARRL handbook, not the RSGB nor opinions. And things get settled very quickly.

I was told 9M2DJ was an expert in FT101. So whenever I had problem with the transceiver I would call him up. The solution was brief and simple, "Look at the capacitor attached to the pre-amp unit." That's what I did. Cut it out. Tested it and changed with a new one. The rig would go on it's feet immediately. But Chong never claimed he was an expert. Nobody was trying to parade his ability and superiority over others.

Most of the time and most of us feel that there is something that we can learn from others.

THERE WERE NO WORDS MONGERING -  Nobody spoke ill thing about another fellow hams. There was a unity. It was always fun and a pleasure. 9M2DW had a lot of stories to tell and it never ended. Bill would be telling his story and mishaps during his global trips and about golf. 9M2GV talked about flying an airplane. There were jokes and laughter.

DIFFERENT TYPES OF AMATEUR TICKET - There were three types of ticket, a home station, a mobile station and a club station. Each has to apply and paid a different fee. A mobile station on WS182 car could not be used on WBB121 car. A club station was commonly ended with C like 9M2KUC, 9M2TIC and has to be located at the club address, not at a person's home.

RADIO SOCIETY - There was only one radio society then. It was MARTS. Both SWL and full pledge hams could apply to be a member. I was a member with 65162 SWL number. There were MARTS members from Singapore too who would attend the annual meeting held in Kuala Lumpur. The meeting was shorter than the eyeball. Members prefer to talk and discuss and would enter the hall at their own leisure time. It was a very short meeting, with questions and no argument. Everything was  pass. Majority always won. Eshee would be the Treasurer for decades. Datuk Tan the Outward QSL manger for ages too.

MY FIRST STATION - In the good old days there were no coaxial cable in the market, and I did not remember any shop selling the coax plug. When I got my ticket a few boys cut me coaxial cables for 40 meters, Eshee was one of them. Likewise someone sent me the coaxial plugs. In the meantime I rushed for a 24 hour clock, a thermometer, ready with a MARTS logbook and a few other small prerequisites.

I learned to make a dipole from Eshee when we had a Thai-Malaysia scout jamboree in Alor Setar. from then on until now I only use dipole and never dream of pitting up a superior system.

Later on I received an antenna Coupler and a roll of coaxial cable from one Johor shop with an invoice. It was Datuk Tan who had ordered for me even without my knowledge. I was glad and thanked him for his good deed.

Eshee would be telling us on how to synchronize to the WWV clock. The thermometer is still there in my shack.

THE DISAPPEARING OLD HAMS - I came back to ham radio after a long leave to hear stories of the demised fellow hams, 9M2DW, 9M2EG, 9M2GV, 9M2AT. A few stations that I did not work before appeared, 9M2FF, 9M2MX. 9M2FZ, 9M2MW, 9M2CG and a few others moved to Australia. Later I heard that 9M2FR, 9M2PN, 9M2BS and 9M2DJ followed a silent key.

Bahar, 9M2SB, is still alive but chose to stay away from ham radio. In fact many living old hams chose to retire. I too was about to do the same but my passion for CW keeps me alive.

WHAT'S MY FUTURE ? - Dorris Day sang What Will Be Will be. For good or bad I take it as a fate. You can't force the world to like your thinking and follow your idea. If people want to form clubs let them do so. If people want to quarrel on repeater usage let them enjoy the debate. If people prefer to change the SOP and ham terms let them change the tradition.

If people invite me for a certain radio occasion I would go and if not I won't feel bad. I will keep on pounding my key until someone replied. If I don't like a certain method of communications I just stay away from it. I won't buy a new expensive antenna or any new hard ware for hamming anymore. Whatsaap is interesting enough. A few old hams are gathering in the Whatsapp group exchanging ideas and having fun with the chatting. If I don't them I just monitored the conversations.

The only bad comment that I would like to make is 'the MCMC does everything for the class B. The class A is thrown deep down in the mud'.




I never knew there is a female ham operator by the name of Nazly Abu Bakar until I met her at the Merdeka Day station POLIMAS Jitra. I took some time to approach her desiring to know more about her struggle in passing Morse codes examination. God gracious goodness she is so a sweat lady with a strong mind.

She went to a CW class, she said, with all men but herself. The class was run by 9M2RUL. Whenever she was at home she would practice listening. It was hard and painful. It took her about 6 month to master and went for the test. The rest of the men stayed away.

She passed and earned a requested call 9M2ELY. She is called Ely by her friends.

She narrated about her self dependent, going to hardware shops and did all the purchasing for her antenna. She climbed the roof to fix the aerial by herself.

This was what amazed me most. I began to sense her strong character, dexterity and a lady who believes 'what a man can do, the lady can do too'.

She lives in Sungai Petani and drove all alone for the event.

So far by now I know there are two iron ladies, 9M2OUT and 9M2ELY. There are not many ladies in the world with Morse capability, a rare commendable specie. Oja and Ely could make the country proud.

My only advice to her was not to use computer in working CW because it could drain our skill away by and by. Keep it with the straight key that she has and go on the air on CW working local and DX stations.

What else can I say...I have a friend who got his class B ticket way back more than 20 years ago who refused to learn Morse while many new guys are creating a class to themselves. Only in my opinion that one strong lady equals 10000 men.



Mahathir came late in 1Mdb issue. The leak was from someone who knew about the flow of money into Najib's personal account. Mahyuddin and Shafiee only knew after it was published in the Sarawak Report. Najib is now aiming the gun at high profile persons who had been serving the country and his camp accused these officers trying to topple Najib.

A simple minded person would ask "why do they want to topple him ? " Why Mahyuddin who has the future of being a Prime Minister need to wrest the post ? Why Najib replaced Ghani Patail with Apandi and transferred officers from the MACC ? Even without the Sarawak Report the Malaysians would come to know about it.

Najib is a Prime Minister. He admitted that he did not know many things including on the signing of the important documents. The officials in the finance Ministry had been working very hard and found the nation has difficulty in paying debts. The debts piled up as Najib continues to spend lavishly to sustain power and personal comfort. Then someone suggested that GST was as a way to solve the acute financial problem.

Where the money went and how much was used for Rosmah expenditure were also known by his officers. The advertisements on Najib and Rosmah in US newspapers that would not come cheap. There were payment for the personal jet rentals. There were money transfers without the corresponding economic activity, called Brim. Surely the people in the ministry were not happy with what were going on. The pressure mounting and they had sleepless night. Would we be shocked by the resignation of Husni and Wahid ?

If there were nothing wrong Ghani Patail would not have been kicked out. Zetty and other ministers would not have resigned.

The ordinary people still do not know what is an IPIC and what was meant by re-structuring and the flow of money. But university students and other people who are accessed to the internet began to understand the issue. Najib declared war on those who questioned him. Those he could sack he sacked. Those who he can't he asked them to leave the country. Those who know too much will have to face the music.

The Malays who disagree with Najib are said to be slave of DAP. There was an attempt trying to create the IS story so that the Malays would be categorized as terrorist and recorded as a Red alert in the international security record; like Najib informed Hillary Clinton that Anwar Ibrahim is a terrorist. Even a man with a knife was arrested as accused as an IS operative. You may not know that your name may be put under a terrorist list.

We know that a vast sum of money are used to buy popularity locally and internationally. Taking people's money without corresponding increase in GDP and National Income is just like printing more and more paper money without the gold or economic backing.

Najib thought by signing the international trade agreement the value of ringgit would become strong and the economy would revive. And when Malaysia economy plunged he blamed the people 'ALL BECAUSE OF THE RAKYAT'.

Only later Mahathir was called in. Information flowed from various sources. But it was his mistake to replace Abdullah Badawi with Najib. And he himself had started much of the problems. Najib made it worse. Public resources were deployed to the fullest. Money were spent to enhance his image using the local and foreign individuals. Rosmah continued with her comfort and excessiveness. The masses were told that Najib was a victim of calumny. MCA capitalized on the confused Prime Minister and demanding what they had always want promising full support to the Prime Minister. And Lies thickened.

As I have said time and again that Najib will not quit even if he were to win by 1 vote. If 90% were to vote for opposition party the voters will be viewed as unlawful terrorists influenced by IS or any other organization. Those who wait for Najib to get old will be frustrated because both husband and wife are on the anti-ageing treatment. 

Now Najib is accusing Mahathir as a man who divide the Malays and a big trouble maker. We read the face book counter comments, blaming Najib as a man who divide UMNO by his action of ousting his own deputy and other UMNO members. Religion is used to command obedience and support. A Minister equate Najib to God. Others said he is the chosen one and a shadow of God.

'Kalau tak setuju, sila keluar Umno'

KUALA TERENGGANU - Mana-mana pihak yang menyokong perjuangan Parti Bersatu perlu menunjukkan pendirian mereka sebaik parti itu diluluskan, bukannya bersembunyi di sebalik nama Umno.



I smell a huge vote rigging, ballot box switching and ballot stuffing in the next GE. Gangsters will be deployed and the public will be threatened.

So far the Malays still show their docility. And the police is wise enough not to use force on the street protestors. Probably they have learned of the Syrian incidence.

The huge wastage and the plunging economy could be avoided if Najib choose to retire. The support to UMNO will revive. Investors will return. Younger generations who lost their jobs may get their jobs back.

It is a pity that Najib has never known what poverty and hardship means. He has been an aristocrat and living like an emperor all his life. He does not know the pinch the public felt.

I met a woman whom I would guessed to be an UMNO member; she was surprise paying a high price for a good she purchased. I told her the price will be raised again in the coming December. She said that she would not mind paying more as long as there are things in the shelves. But her face looked sad and unhappy. In fact I met more shocking people at the payment counter of malls and super markets. Rosmah would have assumed that the citizens are well off. Or she took another turn, "Never mind if you don't have money. Be thrifty and wise in spending. I have all the money. It is alright for me to spend millions for my own comfort."

I am very certain even the new hand picked second finance Minister will come to a dead end when finding difficulty in paying the loan. GST may not be enough. Interest alone is soaring by day. The ringgit continues to fall.

We still remember that Najib said "Give me 6 months and I will put 1Mdb in order again...We will do a RESTRUCTURING". The date and time has long due. We have not heard that the loan has been reduced. Believe me our Prime Minister himself is shivering at the sound of 1Mdb. It is haunting him. Public fund to fill the holes find it difficulty in paying the loan and the interest.

Top economic people like Zetty and Najib's former second finance ministers knew it. Ghani Patail knew what really happened. Abu Kassim read the investigation papers. But many fear that they could face the fate of Kevin Morais.



I realize that I take toll in ageing. My defective right ear is getting worse. So is my memory. The concentration is short and mental alertness is down the drain. It has been quite some time that I did not work high speed Morse codes. I don't have many sparring partners but three. One had passed away. One went missing. And the other has an antenna problem. I fear I may be losing the sending and copying skills.

On the radio band communications in the CW mode are some sort like a rubber stamp, people just give the RST report and said 73, followed by QRZ. I can never learn anything from contest except trying to copy call signs. The normal NAME, QTH, WX, RIG, ANT, TNX FER QSO etc would be too easy for anyone to copy even at a high speed. The real challenge is to copy the ragchewing stations.

I tested my copying skill using a soft ware, copying web articles in English and pasted on the Morse trainer. At 35 words per minutes I can copy words but I would miss the train due to short concentration ability. I reduced to 30 wpm. And I found it was the best and the most comfortable speed. But I have not tried to write them on paper yet. Unlike the Indonesians they can write down random characters at the speed of 36 - 40 wpm. Wonderful indeed.

I can copy better than sending them. Using an electronic key is quite a hell because I have been using the straight key for years, from 1975 to 2012. The fingers could not coordinate well with my mind. The mind is faster than my fingers. The neuro-muscular coordination is at its low ebb.

If anybody has a desire to acquire any skill do it at the younger age. Young people below 25 has the optimum working machine in the body and the mind. I would be able to learn Mandarin or Japanese effectively at the age of 17. But near the vicinity of frontier of dawn nothing can help anymore. Everything is slowing down. I stopped programming which is becoming tougher for my mind. I find a long distant driving a hectic task. I do things which do not demand complex thinking procedure like making a trip overseas.

At the same time I am computing the distant left to the eternal world.

At least I am much better than many other people who are younger than me. Many had passed away or acutely sick. But at the old age one may get tired when one talk too much. When I go on CW I would really having a leasure and a real siesta. I rest my head on the lazy chair, close my eyes and copy and send messages. There were days when Hanafi, 9W2TZ, came to my house he just observed me sleeping during the CW sessions. I could not do it with AMTOR, FACTOR or RTTY. All those digital boxes purchased in G-Land and W-Land were thrown away more than 20 years ago.

The longest that I have with me is the Himound Pounder and an antenna Coupler, Leader 895. And they will be with me till I die.

The internet technology has brought tremendous change to the world in every area. Senior hams are now on the Whatsapp instead of the radio. Younger radio generations opened up various chat groups. People chat using skypes across the world. Pictures were sent in split seconds. Students living overseas do not need amateur radio apparatus to communicate with their parents.

We keep on believing that amateur radio is the only organization that can save lives and the most important during disaster. We want to believe it that way. We forget that it is the equipment that helps in the communication and we do not want everyone to be given the right to use this equipment without a control.

In actuality most radio enthusiasts spent 75% of the free time on smart phone or computers. There isn't problem of band condition, QRM and QRN, intruders and pirate stations riding on you. What tied me to ham radio is the passion for the hobby which I started before the internet even exist.

I enjoy the two world of internet and Morse communication, one relies on my modem and the other on my antenna. The internet is always a travel companion, not only for me but for all other travelers. They snap pictures and quickly send them home even while bus is on the move. Really amazing. I chat with people back home on the moving vehicle from Spain and Morocco; no radio and no antenna.

But the activities of the radio operators never die. They have the ham festivals, annual meeting, forming clubs, going expeditions and having field days. Those keep the radio business going and those craving to have their voices on the air attain fulfillment. I believe that amateur population increase through campaigning and the requirement made simple. Old timers are fading not because they are all gone but because they are old and tired. I am tired of talking and exchanging QSL cards. The only attachment that I have to ham radio is the Morse key. It is also my passion. And I call myself a CW Operator.

I have several CW applications in my smart phones. Like listening to a song, the dit and dah messages entertained me . I set to 30 wpm as the rhythm to sooth my ears.



It was intriguing to watch two traditional natives playing chess. And in the early '80s crowds clapped their hands when I punched messages with the CW key. We would have thought the game of chess is a high class game only known by the brainies. And the language of Morse would not be known by non-white skinned aliens.

I remember in those years also a Malay computer student was asked by his professor to take his place while he was away for a few days in Ohio university. The boy must be very brilliant. And Malaysians emerged a world champion in squash. The most recent a Malaysian lady rode a motorbike trotting the world.

We can be assured that there are some philosophers and scholars had begun to take the task of studying the Malaysian and particularly the Malay specie who has astounded the world with their smart ways absconding public fund and the ability to manipulate facts and convince even the American president. How many people have the intellectual ability above others in the world,  the potentiality of looming competitively with other advance nations.

A proficiency in Morse codes is not an indicator of progress or civility. It does not parade an intelligence and an acuteness of a person. But the skill boost a person's esteem and pride that he has something in himself that other people cannot buy. He is not an ignorant native who knows nothing the skill of hunting and food gathering.

When Morse codes were not a requirement to be an amateur radio operator the world did not altogether halt and cast away their keys and stop pounding on the air. Instead more Morse machines and soft wares were produced to send and translate the codes. Electronic keys continued to be manufactured and sold at astronomical price. Security agencies will keep on buying the machines that can translate it. In other words the world will not kill it for safety and security.

Assume that Morse is blank, not in any man and not in a machine, totally vanished and non-existence. And let us assume again that a bunch of criminals are with knowledge of all modes of communications; these criminals will surely used CW as their modes of communication to be more secured. Even now the no-codes operators would be keeping a machine to monitor to the CW messages for fear of any malicious comments about them.

When a traditional native speaks good English, play chess, send and copy Morse with ease what are we to say about him ?

It is encouraging that the radio enthusiasts from Malaysia are rushing for the Morse test. To them it is a challenge. They want to prove that they are not dumb and ignorant. In fact they can, and earn a great luster to their effort. And they earned a class A ticket with pride. Conversely it differs from a fellow who hated Morse and writing to MCMC requesting for a class A license without seating for the test on the health ground (spinning like a politician). It is parading the vast difference in attitudes.

Morse to ham radio is just like a bible to Christianity and Al-Quran to Islam. It carries an ID and part and parcel of the hobby. It is the tradition of ham radio. It is not a ham radio without it. The preservation of tradition keep our moral strong and preserving our identity. Imagine a Malay person who dress English, dyed his hair blonde, speak English, serve himself only Western food and identify himself as English. We see him a Malay just his facial structure.

Some says culture and tradition hinder progress. But progress do not bring peace and tranquility to mankind. Drugs and crimes do not recede. People labored for their political leaders. The world is at a brim of war and killings and bombing continue.

We do have sets and categories in a class. You can't call everything by the same name. Flowers are to flowers. Animals are to animals. We can't call all flowers a Rose.

You can't wear just a shirt and walk out everywhere without a trouser and a shoe. Dress come in a set; the part to cover the top part of the body, the bottom, and the feet. Of course you can throw any one of them and go to your office without one. That's was what in the bundle of the ham radio. You can add but not throw part of it.

From the observations many people defy the call for abandoning of CW. Clubs grew to preserve the culture. The CW band shrieks every day and night. The brave ones go for CW, homebrewed keyers and grouped themselves. If we have chosen to ignore it we will become a pariah in relation to those people in other countries. The competencies elevate our status. We have the means and capabilities if we want to. We have a dire to strive. CW is a skill that you cannot buy. And you need to know that it had been the ID of a ham radio for a long time in the past.

We are not an ignorant specie, living on trees, living on the mercy of the others. We don't beg for a degree, diploma or a free ham ticket. Malaysia will be heard on the CW band and be part of the total buzzing and chirpings. And in the international arena we won't shy away from the Morse keys on display, or just looking at them without daring to test them.

Think of the two traditional natives of Papua New Guinea who spoke fluent English and playing chess with a deep concentration.



I have never been to Japan except a short stopover at Narita in 1980 on the way to Los Angeles. I was very excited of the idea of going to the Japanese Amateur Radio Festival to be held to Big Sight, Tokyo. Rusli did all the bookings and planning. I decided to follow his plan. I paid him a total of RM4.5K for the trips to Jakarta and Tokyo. We took Airasia.

In fact we were not alone. At KLIA2 we met two young ladies also going to Japan for the first time on their own. We learned that they were students and seasoned travelers. They booked the hotel at different location and had drawn their plans for the visit. We also met Aziz, Rizal and two other hams at the airport. They all did drop their luggage. The two ladies didn't.

The last train was at about 11.30 pm. Fearing that we would not catch the train we tried to minimize time-wasting by not checking in our baggage.

The immigration was fast. We followed the direction to the train line, the Keikyu Line. We asked the two guards the way to our hotel. The two lady officials told us hurry and quoted the ticket price. It was 570 Yen per ticket.

Down on the platform we did not know what to do. We saw the two girls were asking around. We too did the same. Two young men and a lady came to our help, giving us instructions that we need to change train at Shinagawa, and followed us on the train. At Shinagawa we bade good bye. There was a lady student who studied in Tokyo approached me asking where I wanted to go. Then she rushed to the two girls. I guessed she wanted to assist the fellow ladies.

Again we asked a gentleman who stood waiting for the train. He said that it would be the last train and an only train. We should not be worried. He told us to keep an eye on the computer screen on the train.

The train arrived. WE jumped in. There was quite a crowd. The Japanese won't push you around. They have a high value of courtesy. The train announce "ASAKUSABASHI". We jumped out. There were several exit. We walked to the nearest and climbed the stairs. It was drizzling outside. A lady passed by. We stopped to ask her the way to Apa Hotel. She walked us for about 500 meters to the hotel. We thanked her.We checked in at about 12 midnight.

BUYING TRAIN TICKETS - We had discounted a taxi ride from the beginning. It would cost anyone a fortune for anyone to hire a taxi. Train, subways and similar form of vehicles are common. There are busses which we did not know how to use. A train pass can be purchased by foreigners from outside of Japan. One can google for the JR, Japanese Railway, and ordered a ticket. It is also available in some stations in Japan with a passport. For a week it would be from RM800 - RM1500. It would save us if we were to go for long distant traveling within the country.

We wanted to take a local train for going between nearby places.

In every rail station there is a ticket machine. We can use coins or paper note. The picture on the left shows a 100 yen and a 10 yen coins. For the first time I went to a counter and just mentioned a word 'AKIHABARA'. The officer looked at me and said 'One four O platform 1'. I went to the machine and chose 140 from the list of numbers, and put 1 silver coins followed by 4 bronze ones. A ticker shot out. That's it.

 To go back to Asakusabashi I bought a ticket first and went to the counter and said, "ASAKUSABASHI' and the officer responded 'One four O platform 6'.






BIG SIGHT - It was raining on the 20th of August. I woke up at about 10 am ( 9 am Malaysian time ). We went down for breakfast at about 10.30 am. I always took a simple breakfast but a lot of orange juice. I had my food prepared for the victuals, the Brahim fried rice cooked with boiled water.

At 11 am we began our journey. I brought my bag pack and had a smaller one. The ticket to the Big Sight was 350 yen. At the moment I don't remember whether we changed train. Probably at Misabashi station. It was a long journey. The train crossed the sea. I think it was a reclaimed land. There were full of tall buildings around,

From the rail station to the arena there was a roof. The rainfall didn't bother us. There were many people coming down the train heading the same way. I whispered to Rusli that they probably came for some other activities.




The crowds were all went the same way. The queue for the tickets was long. The ticket cost 1500 yen and it took about 45 minutes before we reached the ticket booth. We were trying to look for Aziz and his gang but could not find them. Aziz had been to Japan Ham Festivals several time already.

We were there until 4.30 pm. There was no sign of Aziz. We guessed that they might have been busy doing some purchasing somewhere else or going sight seeing.




THE FISTS-Key Logo FISTS is an international Morse club founded in 1987 by G3ZQS.

FISTS History

The FISTS Club, (International Morse Preservation Society) was founded in 1987 by the late George "Geo" Longden G3ZQS of Darwen, Lancashire England, after recognising a need for a club in which veteran operators would help newcomers and less-experienced operators learn and improve CW proficiency.  During the first year, membership reached 300, most of whom were in Great Britain and Europe.  The original Introduction to FISTS by Geo holds as true today as it did when he wrote it.  Geo also explains how he chose the name FISTS.

Sideswiper ('cootie') Key Number 9 made by Bill NT9K.  Click for a large picture.

The North American Chapter (now known as FISTS Americas) was formed in 1990 to assist 11 members in the USA receive the newsletter and as a banking convenience.  Nancy Kott WZ8C of Hadley, Michigan was named US representative, a position she held until sadly she became a Silent Key in 2014.

The Down Under Chapter (New Zealand / Australia) was formed in 1998 to provide a similar service to Australasian members, with Ralph Sutton ZL2AOH as the VK/ZL representative.  From a VK/ZL membership of four, there are now over 100 members "Down Under", principally in New Zealand. The New Zealand membership is the largest in any country outside England, Wales and North America.

The East Asia Chapter was formed in 2004 by a few Taiwanese and Japanese members to provide East Asian members with various services in their native languages.

CW Clubs seem to stress more on using hands and fists to send Morse rather than using the computers.

Piju, 9M2PJU, told me about the FISTS booth. I had wanted to see it. The first strolled around the arena failed. We could not find the booth.

I carried 10 pcs of PIJU's souvenir to be given away for the people there. Piju is a member of the FISTS group. So with the late Rizal.

On the second round I asked the people at the CW Operators' Club as to the location of FISTS using the S-Pad on my Samsung Note 2.(I lost the S-pen. May I might have dropped it due to sheer excitement of finding the booth)



The FISTS was just near the Japan CW Operators Club. We chatted and took several photographs and I handed the button pins and the key-chains having Piju's call sign on them. I gave mine a few.

I think the Malaysian hams who have passion in CW should get together to discuss Morse codes. It would be fun to talk about the experience of Morse sending and copying, and about the making of the homebrewed keys.

But we Malaysians are too busy and having a multitude of ideas and philosophies. And we have too many smart people in our midst.

We have lost the real CW operators as they are now detaching themselves from the hobby, either because they are old or because of their health. Chow and Eshee were among a few of these creatures. Eshee would be pounding his straight key on the contest at a great speed.

Morse keys at the exhibition hall were sold like a hot cake. Rusli coxed me to buy one for my collection.

SHOPPING - Akihabara is well known for it's electric and electronic stuffs. Before the trip I did ask around of what things should I bought in Japan. I got all sort of answers. The one who convinced me was Au, a radio friend on the Whatsapp. He talked about Casio watch, the Oceanus type and on every goodies about it. I told Rusli about Au's suggestion.

As we took a stroll we kept a look at the prices of items in the shops that we passed by. Almost everything in Japan is expensive. After some time we arrived the town center.

Rusli bought a cammera and two Casio watches. One cost RM2700 and another at RM400. The camera was about RM2000. I bought a watch and a few other things at a later time. It was a real crazy. Had not because of the high price I would have bought more stuffs to fill my bags.

To me a watch was enough. I had to buy something else for my student and a few friends who asked me for something.

Window shopping was more interesting and fun.


FOOD- I brought with me six packets of Brahim Briyani and Nasi Goreng Kampong combined and a pack of maggi mee. I had no appetite in Brahim. Probably ot was not hot enough or it was too saltish. I could finish three packs of maggi for three nights. Only on the first day I prepared nasi goreng for victual at Big Sight. But I ate only half of it.

As we were walking we came across Kebab sstall that written the word Halal. And we did ask a salesman where about any Halal food. I also knew that under emergency I could feed on shrimp bugger at Mac Donald. On the second day onwards I carried with me a can of potato chip and a bottle of mineral water.

Aladin was one of the Halal restaurant. It is not within AKIHABARA itself. One has to take a train or walk for about 20 minutes here. There are a few others but we did not go for the search.

Nearby our hotel there are many small shops including 7-11 where I bought fruits and juices for evening consumption. The price was not too expensive.

Rusli brought more foodstuffs than I. He even brought some sort of lemang accompanied by daging rendang. And he brought along the victuals with him all along. When I was hungry at Akihabara I bought a set of shrimp bugger. You won't die of hunger while visiting Japan.


COURTESY AND CIVIC MINDEDNESS - Should I conclude that the Japanese has a very high ethical standard. You may see them bow while talking on the phone as if the other party is in front of them. When you are in Japan you must not hesitate to approach and seek for their help. We started with asking them the way to our destination, what train to take. Everyone would be willing to come to our aid, giving us a detail route plan or would either take us to the place we want to go.

When the train arrived nobody rushed to board it until all passengers were out. In the train ladies did stand up to give seat to another man. I would not to accept it and prefer to stand all the way.

The city, small town and the back streets were clean. People do not litter, no garbage seen as what have here in Malaysia especially after some events like soccer match.

Public toilets are not only free but extremely clean. I was amazed even in the Big Sight arena the automatic vowel cleaning system are deployed; no need of the hand and paper usage at all. It is just like the one in our hotel.

From the feedback on my FB postings I learned that Japan is a safe place. People can sleep with the door unlock which used to be our old practices where we slept with open windows. And if anything got lost they would get their belongings back.

At the airport while going home to Malaysia I put all my bags on a trolley; a hand carry luggage and a backpack.  Whenever I entered a shop I would leave the trolley outside. In one shop I made a purchase of two beautiful T-Shirts. I was shocked to see my backpack was missing. Panicking I went downstairs to make a report to the information center. I was asked to return to the counter one hour later.

In the meantime I walked around looking for the lost bag, both at the level where I was and on the upper level. I could find it anywhere after more than an hour. Rusli suspected  that I might have dropped it somewhere on the way starting from the place where we started. I went down again, follow the track carefully, asking the shop attendance and airport officials. Nobody saw any bag.

I had plain tickets and those items I bought in Tokyo. I decided to make a police report. Before going to the police Rusli and me thought it would be better for us to go around the area once more. We did. At one corner I saw my bag being left on a bench. I felt very relief. I checked the content. Nothing was missing. It must had been dropped somewhere and picked by some guys with the idea the owner would be looking for it as we had done..

It was all about ethics, morality, civic mindedness and a pure clean heart. A Minister would resign with a small mishap not even caused by him. How would I not said the deteriorating of ringgit in relation to Japanese yen has something to do with morality and our unashamed behavior.


One main problem is the deteriorating value of our currencies. The ratio from 100Y:RM1 is now 100Y:RM4+, I would compute it is due to our leadership problems. It is just my view. You may not agree with me.

Watches are everywhere. Rusli wanted watches and camera fully made in Japan. They are  more expensive than the ones in Malaysia. The watch above used China made casing. That explains for the cheap price.


All radio transceivers are cheaper in Tokyo as compared to the price in Malaysia but it is too bulky to carry. There are a lot of refurbished iPhone 5 and 4. The average price is between RM400 - RM1200. If I had not controlled myself I would have purchased an iphone 4.




When bad people were promoted to a post they certainly would cause havoc to the world.

It has been more than a year that my wife has passed away. Yet her bequest is not settled yet with Tabung Haji. It all started with the Property and Bequest Office which charged more than a thousand ringgit for the service of property and financial allotment. Immediately after obraining the letter of attorney I rushed to CIMB, ASB and Tabung Haji. My wife's saving was only RM12K. ASB and CIMB were the simplest in procurement procedures as only I have to be the active member while the Tabhung Haji said that all of us, me and my kids must sign at the Tabung Haji's Office before the money could be distributed.

CIMB completed the process and handed me with four checks within a week. ASB took about a month. I had to wait for all my kids to come home to present themselves at Tabung Haji. I and my eldest son had completed our jobs with TH at Alor Setar branch.

About three months later the Property Office called me up to ask me to be present at the office. I was told that the letter of attorney given to me was wrong and a new ones were handed to me. Trying to avoid the problem to the officer I decided not to take any action. I had lost more than RM40K to my sons. But they are my flesh and blood.

During the last Ramadan my daughter came home. I took her to Tabung Haji to sign and handed a new letter of attorney with a corrected mistakes. Then after the Hari Raya I took my last son for the signature and handed another document.

Just about a couple of months ago I received a letter from TH informing me that the bequest had been credited to my account. But I found the amount was so much less. I brought the documents to the Tabung Haji's office. It said the office was closed and transactions could be done at UTC Pacific. I went to UTC's Tabung Haji, presented the letter and the document.

During the discussion I narrated about giving the old and the new PA letter. The officer said that all the payments are made at Kuala Lumpur HQ. He will investigate and call me back. To mind you it took hours before they came up with an answer.

Today, 5 days after returning from Jakarta, I went to UTC to follow up the progress. "The money was paid according to the old PA," said the officer.

"I have submitted two new PAs to Tabung Haji. You cannot process the payment prior to the completion of the total signatures."

"I don't know. You go to the main office and asked Haji Rahman. He may be able to answer you."

So I went. I met a desk officer and explained. The officer went in and about 15 minutes later came out to tell me that the deceased file has been closed and nothing could be done. "How could the file be closed when the transactions were not yet completed ? " I said. He went in again. I waited for more than hour.

The big boss came to the counter with a heap of documents. " We have closed the file," he said.

"You close the file and process the payment before the completion of the signatures ? "

He showed me a document showing the old payment ratio. "I gave two sets of new documents at different time and why don't you pay following the new ones ? "

"I tried to call Kuala Lumpur. But today is Sunday."

"I am not so in a hurry. But I don't like the you do trying to find fault with your customers and do not want to admit your mistake. This is not much. But I will not hesitate to get your answers in court. This mean even the Property Office will be called up by court."

"Give me a little time."

"I can. But why show me all these pile of papers when thing is so simple. Your people just did not read the new PA. I can forgive mistakes and errors but it must be remedied. Correct the figures and issue a new letter. I give you the time you want. The money involve isn't a million. You have to remedy it."

I left the office, the new TH one at the TH Hotel, near the airport.

Will I sue TH ? YES if they are arrogance.




I have always wanted to go to Jakarta Ham Festival as I heard stories on the great Morse code competition. I have been amazed by the ability of the Indonesian CW operators from that part of the world. It had been years since I had been monitoring their CW net on 40 meter band. But the net isn't there anymore. The last time I heard was a commotion which might have been caused either by the pirate stations of some rude guys. There were gentlemen and ladies who lead the network and sometimes they took turn as the duration of each network session was too long.

That's my main purpose of the visit, to see some of the fantastic guys. I had no intention of buying equipments or to learn about their radio organization like the ORARI. ORARI is like the ARRL and RSGB.

My first plan was to visit Tokyo Ham Fare which will be held on the 20th and 21st of August 2016. I heard from 9M2PJU that the FISTS group will open a boost too. A FISTS is another organization of CW lovers who reject CW communication using computers. I asked Rusli, 9M2RB, whether he would be interested to go to Japan. He agreed and at the same time he told me about the Jakarta Fest that he would go. I told Rusli that I would join him.

II prepared 20 button pins with a motto CW is a class by itself incase somebody might ask me for a souvenir. All I realized they were not enough.

The trip was on the 5th, by Airasia. The flight departed Kuala Lumpur at 7.55 and arriving Jakarta at about 8 pm local time. We took a Blue Bird taxi to our hotel, costing 150000 Rp. The Favehotel Zainul Arifin is at Jalan Zainul Ariffin.

We decided to go to the fare ground on the next day after breakfast. The location was at a place called ANCOL park.

We took a three wheeler. The ride cost us 45000 Rp the gate  of the park. The park's entrance fee was 25000 per person. We did not find the ham fare ground anywhere after about 10 minutes walk. Whenever we saw the an employee of the park we would asked for the location of the ORARI event. Nobody seemed to know about it. However on further enquiry we arrived at the destinationm, after riding the park-bus , walking and changing to another bus.

The weather was hot and sunny. We walked about and survey the booths sales. A few booths sold the homebrewed equipments. Rigs that sold for RM350 were quickly grabbed by the visitors. We did not see any Malaysian yet. Neither did we approach any Indonesian hams who were busy chatting among themselves.

On the left there was a beach. On the right there was a mall. Rusli suggested that we went into the mall to cool ourselves. On entering the mall a few Indonesian hams approached us asking where a meeting was to be held. We just said that we did not know. "There us a meeting," I told Rusli. "Let's go and watch." We climbed a floor. There was someone talking on a loudspeaker on one corner. We knew that the meeting was going on. We took a seat.

A few Indonesian hams seemed to notice us and asked where we were from. We were told that there would be a Morse competition after the OTARI's meeting. More and more hams joined us and we introduced each other When I mentioned about the CW net controller , fingers were pointed at them.



There are 4 categories in the competition; the slow, medium, high and free for all. I did not request them for the detail. Each category must consist of at least 5 candidates. The males and females were considered as one. If you look at the picture below you'll notice the spectrum of age difference.


There were 500 characters, 5 to each group to be sent and copied by the the candidates.

They looked very calmed. I would not be able to copy random words by writing. Even the messages are in plain language my hand would not be able to cope up with the speed.

I did not record the whole speed of different category. I remember that in one, the speed changes in momentum, getting faster and faster.

IOne of the hams sent the clip to his American friend who commented that it was a crazy speed.


I am sorry for being bias. I do not ask everyone to share my view. I have always maintained that ham radio is identified with Morse codes. And Morse is an integral part and an ID for the ham radio. No one can buy it with money. One has to instill the competency in him by himself.

I feel so relief and at peace knowing that there are people who are keeping ham radio alive.

Ham Radio is not about talking only. It goes more than that; the ethics and the attitudes. It should be of a community of high grade people minus the rouge and the insolent. We can't afford to have a man who called himself a ham at the same time be the head of the pirates and dare even to express his unethical deeds in public. And people who use the hobby to make money as those who did in the Facebook product advertisements. We loathe any vanity hams who brag and swagger, pushing others to be a leader like the rush for political posts.

Ham radio is not about paradding ones ego and ones social, academic and political status. We address people by ham name not by his nobility, King Hussein never want to be called MY Lord or His Highness. That was the way hams did for decades to keep everyone on equal status.

People are quarreling on matter of repeaters, not because of the abuse but because the non-members were chased out. They disagreed about the formation and the members of clubs and radio societies.

Ham radio should be free of vices, braggart, evil mind and war mongers.

Hard work is a commendable ethic. One has to move and sweat for bread rather than begging all one's life. Begging makes a person lazy and indolent. It will blend with a person's characters and attitudes. And the habit is never a luster. High minimum pay will discourage the desire to pursue college and university degree. Easy curriculum will hinder the development of higher level knowledge and the ultimate progress in science and technology thus lowering international competitiveness.

Good habit in a man is transferable to any of his deeds and undertakings. It will be applied to all situations and circumstances.

I learned a lot from my visit. It made me realize how small I was and I am. In the world of amateur radio no one can claim that he is the best and the most perfect. There is a distant difference between my ability in Morse codes and my fellow friends in Indonesia. They surely had earned their pride through diligence and resilience.  




The decay is getting serious. I don't even remember I have rooms in my house. Probably I do not sleep in one. I sleep in the hall, on the coach or floor and at time on the sick bed of my late wife. I actually have a room where my former maid used to stay, small but well furnished. It could accommodate two persons easily. I do not remember this room at all. Around the hall there are three rooms where my two sons and my daughter would occupy them when they came home. I have never been into their rooms whether they were here or away. I would lock them.

I would say the most tidy and well organized is my daughter's. And I told her that I would let it be used by Rusli if he were to visit me because I was always well accommodated when I went to Kuala Lumpur. She agreed.

The hall is very messy, the worst is my radio room where I stuffed in unwanted things, small and compact. I used to sleep in there but not anymore. It was hot and stuffy. I had an air-conditioning unit but using it would double my electric bill. Without it I pay about RM50 a month, using it would jump to RM250.

Once a month I would hire maids to clear the compound, mopping the floor and remove the dusts. They were paid by the hour. Because I am a single man in the house they prefer to come in two to avoid calumny and gossip about any possible affair. Both are married. Within four hours the job would be completed. I always paid them two a hundred for two.

The other day two of my ham radio friends came with the express purpose of going to a kenduri in Perlis. It did occur to me about their lodging but my mind was seeing the messy place of my home. I did not remember of the maid's room. I was thinking of the mosquito's attacks and so on. I did not persuade them to stay with me. Only at night I decided to ask them to put up a night at my home. I tried to call them but in vain. I asked Hanafi to ring them up. Also failed.

I have to remedy my error. I have to wait for the next time. I will offer a lodging to any of my ham radio friends who come this way and willing to stay in this messy and uncomfortable abode. Who knows some are already used to mosquitoes and stuffy environment and willing to accept the offer.

This very house will be left alone when I die. I have a dreadful thought of living till 80 because I will be too old and too tired by then. That will be around the corner. Ten years passes too quickly. I never thought I would across the 21st century. This is already 2016. My God.