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First Day in Perth, Part 2

Previously on First Day in Perth – here

At Haywin House on Irwin Street, Perth, Western Australia that evening I was informed that we were going to be taken to a Malaysian’s house. We went down to the street level, and true enough, a few cars were there waiting for us. It was a chilly evening, and I felt the biting cold despite the acrylic turtleneck sweater and denim jacket I brought from Malaysia.

We got ourselves into the cars and were driven away into the night.

I did not know exactly where we were going, to whose place or who were the people that drove the cars.

I had an uneasy feeling that we might be taken to some other place. The word kidnapped came to my mind. So I started observing landmarks around us. The most prominent landmark in Perth city that night was a big red blinking signboard on top of a tall building – LOMBARD.

So I tracked the location of the car in relation to the LOMBARD building. Just in case we needed to jump out of the car and find our way back to Haywin House in the city.

My apprehension about the trip evaporated when we arrived at the destination. It turned out to be the South Perth residence of Mr Abdul Rahman Haron, the Malaysian Consul in Perth. Mr Rahman lived at the house with his wife Ita and child son Hafiz.

Mr Rahman expected us and had prepared for us a Malaysian dinner – rice, and the normal things that came with it. What a joy. There was rice in Australia. Rice. Hope. I might yet survive the next five years in Perth after all !!!

I had earlier thought that we were simply placed at Haywin House and had to fend for ourselves. But pleasantly no, the Malaysian Consul was looking after us, as well as the senior Malaysian students who fetched us and drove the cars, and the officers from the Australian Government agency ADAB (Australian Development Assistance Bureau) who waited for us on arrival at the airport, took us to Haywin House, gave us a comprehensive briefing on life in Perth two days later, booked us into apartments in Leederville, and arranged for our placements at the Leederville Technical College.

Rambutan

Rambut means hair in Malay. So rambutan is a hairy fruit. Makes sense πŸ™‚

There is no original English word for it. So rambutan is also rambutan in English.

The rambutan is native to the Malay-Indonesian region, and other regions of tropical Southeast Asia. It is closely related to several other edible tropical fruits including the lychee and longan (*1).

To people of Malaysia, Thailand, the Phillippines, Vietnam, Borneo, and other countries of this region, the rambutan is a relatively common fruit the same way an apple is common to many people in cooler climates (*2).

This is a present day rambutan. Sweet, lekang and juicy without dripping.

When I was little and living with my grandparents and young uncles and aunt in Terengganu, Malaysia, rambutan seasons were always joyful times.

My grandfather and grandmother had several rambutan trees in the plot of land behind our house. When a season was good, the green rambutan trees turned red, and the branches sagged, heavy with fruits.

We had four varieties of rambutans – Che Embong, Perak, Rakyat and Gula Batu.

Che Embong was very good. Its dry flesh readily part (“lekang”) from the seeds. Sweet but not overly so.

The rambutans I got today from the neighborhood Sunday farmers’ market. Very nice.

Perak was also sweet and lekang. But it had lots more juice. Opening the skin, if not careful, the sweet juice would spill onto one’s shirt.

Rakyat was much smaller in size compared to Che Embong and Perak. Some were lekang and some were not.

Gula Batu was relatively harder to get. The color of a ripe fruit was yellow compared to red for Che Embong, Perak and Rakyat. But it was the sweetest of all. I believe that was why it got the name Gula Batu, Rock Sugar.

Searching the web for additional information on rambutans, I was pleasantly surprised to see a page explaining how to eat a rambutan πŸ™‚ (*3)

That was good education. Some time ago I saw a video clip of a US talk show, where there was a durian on the table, and one of hosts was explaining how to eat the thorny and scary fruit. The first thing he did was use a machete to cut the durian into two, seeds and all, before plucking out the mangled pulp (flesh). Clearly no one there knew how to open a durian properly LOL πŸ™‚

*1 Wiki
*2 Rambutan.com
*3 Wikihow

Desert Melodies

Subhanallah. This and other old “irama padang pasir” (desert melodies) had been playing at the back of my mind for many years now. The instrumental music used to be played over RTM radio in the 1960s, several minutes before “buka puasa” (Ramadhan breaking of fast) when I was a kid living with my grandparents, uncles and auntie in Jerteh, Terengganu.

Tonight, I had an inspiration to search YouTube, using keywords “irama padang pasir instrumental”. One of the results caught my eye – “InstrumentalArabLama”, a collection of 22 videos for which the uploader on Jul 16, 2009 wrote:

“Kelembutan alunan musik yang mententeramkan jiwa dan perasaan kita. Irama musik arab yg asyik sekali…….Dari Album Arabian Night conducted by Sir Ron Goodwin”

(Soft musical tunes that soothe our mind and soul. Mesmerizing Arabian musical melodies…From the Arabian Night album conducted by Sir Ron Goodwin)

I would like to share “Ron Goodwin’s Old Beirut“. The other tunes are also highly recommended – Return To Paradise, Arabian Night, Bazaar, Wedding Dance, Farewell To Lebanon, Journey To Damascus.

I trust my school and hostel friends and many here would also find the tunes soothing, enjoyable and bring back gigabytes of memories.

Tiles, Cement, Milk

After 20 years, four of the wall tiles in my home kitchen were loose. Something needed to be done. The fastest way was to do it myself. But I had never DIY’d tiles before. And wall tiles were more challenging. My main worry – would the tiles stay fixed to the wall, 90 degrees vertical, defying gravity?

I did what I usually do in facing unknowns – search for information, as much as possible. Nowadays it is very easy. Information on the fingertips. All one needs is a data plan, or wifi.

After the search I felt more confident. At a neighborhood hardware shop I saw a bag of cement, not the normal portland cement but one more suitable for my job – Tile Fix. That was encouraging.

The shop assistant, noticing that I was intently reading instructions on the Tile Fix bag, offered me a tip – “Bang, untuk lebih lekat, campur ni dengan susu” (Bro, to make this more sticky, mix it with milk). Huh? Milk? No kidding! “Susu ni la, bang” (THIS milk, bro).

He showed be a bottle of the milk – Latex Admix. “A synthetic latex-based cement modifier admixer and bonding agent to improve cement hydration, adhesion, workability, durability, bonding strength, and reduces drying shrinkages and water permeability”. O, this was not a normal cow’s milk then, heheh.

Back home I started work. Removed the loose tiles. Chiseled out the cement underneath. Very hard, sweaty, noisy and dusty work. And cleaned the tiles many, many times. Then came the time to mix the Tile Fix cement with its milk and water. The first round, the mixture was horrible. Looked like a runny paste. Then I added more cement, and more, until the mix became thick and looked like it won’t flow down the wall.

Then using a makeshift trowel, I scooped a small amount of the mix and pasted it on the bare wall. Pressed and smoothed it. And surprise, the paste stuck to the wall and did not fall down! I covered the area for one tile with the paste, and then put the tile on. The online tutorials I read told me to tap the tile. I used a hard rubber mallet to tap the tile, making it even with its neighbors.

Then more tile cement paste for the other tiles.

Then it was done. The tutes said I needed to wait for 24 hours before grouting, i.e. filling the inter-tile spaces with white cement. But I could not wait.

After all was done, it looked alright. It is now nearly three days after the DIY. The tiles still looked OK.

Now I do not fear broken or loose tiles any more, hehe.

And now I know that tiles, cement and milk go well together πŸ™‚

A more civilized age…

1987. My first personal office. When Office had not yet been invented. When Windows 2.0 was virtually unknown. When the blinking cursor of DOS ruled much of the personal computer world. 10 years after Star Wars: A New Hope. 30 years ago.

The desktop was glass lined and unlike computer desktops, did not require any electrical power. It only had a landline phone, desk calendars, a diary, and papers. Real papers.

No personal computers. No laptops. No mobile phones. No smartphones. No tablets. No Facebook. No WhatsApp. No Twitter. No Instagram. No Google. No internet. No phone cameras.

It was the age when android was still a humanoid robot and not yet become a smartphone OS software.

Looking back, I felt like it was the age of lightsabers – “Your father’s lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. An elegant weapon… for a more civilized age.
β€” Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: A New Hope (1977).

Ready For Adventure

The new Bridgestone Battlax Adventure A40 rear tire.

The new Bridgestone Battlax Adventure A40 rear tire. With a new drive chain.

Several days ago, during a service visit to a usual bike shop I was told that the rear tire was about to “go”. So I asked the shop owner his recommendation. “For this bike and you, this one”. Bridgestone Battlax Adventure A40. “Good and long lasting”. I said OK.

This was my third tire replacement. The first was replacing the stock Dunlop Sportmax, at 16,000 km, with a Metzeler Tourance EXP. This lasted 37,000 km, when I replaced it with a Metzeler Tourance NEXT. The EXP was no longer produced and NEXT was its replacement.

After some 170 kilometers' ride in drizzly weather.

After some 170 kilometers’ ride in drizzly weather.

But the NEXT lasted only 19,500 km. Hopefully this Battlax Adventure A40 can match the Tourance EXP’s endurance.

Adventure tire for a commuter rider, huhu...

Adventure tire for a commuter rider, huhu…

With the side luggage boxes and the bold-threaded rear tire, the bike did look like it could take the rider to an adventure.

With the side luggage boxes and the bold-threaded rear tire, the bike did look like it could take the rider to an adventure.

 

 

 

 

A Tale of Three Cards. The Sequel.

Card 1 and Card 2 – case closed.

Card 3. Now this one made me angry.

Today, 3:43 PM. Has been waiting for 5 weeks for the temporary PIN to come via snail mail. On 29 January I phoned the bank’s card center, explained what I wanted, and was promised that the PIN would arrive in 2 weeks. Now 5 weeks later still no PIN.

Thinking that the bank’s official facebook page would be faster, and trusting the statement in the Messenger dialog box that the bank “typically replies instantly”, I sent a message.

More than 6 hours later, still no reply.

I phoned the bank’s call center again. And the agent weakly responded “it should have arrived”. Wrong response. I retorted “It should, but it did NOT, that’s why I’m making this call”.

Long story short, the agent said another PIN will be sent. And it will take 2 weeks! The irate customer had been waiting for 3 weeks MORE than the promised 2-week duration, and you are treating this as business as usual?

He asked the customer is it urgent to get the PIN? Another wrong question. Do you want the card cut into two? Of course it is urgent.

He got the drift and said he’ll request urgent action.

Unbelievable.

Form 3C2

1976. The year before Hasta La Vista (http://nordin.kembali.net/blog/?p=385)

I was one of 10 boys in a girls-majority Form 3C2 class at Sultan Sulaiman Secondary School in Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia.

3C2 was a Commerce class. Not exactly a favorite subject among boys at that time. Most of the other boys were, if memory serves me right, in Industrial Arts classes.

Today, 40 years on, our class monitor Abdul Halim Mat Zin started a WhatsApp group, to get us back together.

It has been a long journey going our separate ways. And on the journey we had seen wonderful things being invented – personal computers, mobile phones, dial-up internet, digital cameras, smartphones, always-on internet, social media.

Wise people say there would be no future if not for the past. So looking back every now and then gives us a lot of good.

Members of Form 3C2 1976 Sultan Sulaiman Secondary School, Kuala Terengganu were:

1. Engku Adibah
2. Kamariah Omar
3. Mariam Faridah
4. Wan Roziah
5. Jamilah Hashim
6. Noraini Zakaria
7. Safiah Yusuf
8. Hapesah Salleh
9. Rohani Abu Bakar (A)
10. Norlia Ahmad
11. Tg. Marina
12. Faezah Darjab

13. Ramlah Daling
14. Norhayati Zakaria
15. Zuraina Ghafar
16. Azimah Osman
17. Junaidah Abdullah
18. Khalipah Ibrahim
19. Madiana Ismail
20. Salmi Harun
21. Zaleha Ngah
22. Mahani Sudin
23. Rohana Ali
24. Rosiah Mohamad
25. Zarida Zainal Abidin
26. Rahimah Embong

27. Muhammad Muda
28. Nordin Ibrahim
29. Muhammad Awang
30. Maidin Mamat
31. Abdul Halim Mat Zin
C1. Cikgu Muhammad Embong
32. Razali
33. Zulkifli Mohamad
34. Ahmad Ashaari Hj Awang
35. Mohd Fauzi Omar
36. Wan Zakariah Wan Muda

The list was the result of a joint effort by the SS78 Hostel WhatsApp group.

Reap The Wild Wind / Strange Magic

1970s. Sekolah Pusat Jerteh, Besut, Terengganu.

I was in class at the primary school when my classmates and I heard a thunderous roar in the skies above our school.

Ignoring the teacher in front, we rushed out and gazed skywards. What we saw amazed us. A couple of black triangular things were flying above us, very fast and climbing into the sky. Some time later they came back. As if they knew we were admiring them.

Later we came to know that the things were fighter jets.

And much later I got information that the jets were Mirage III Royal Australian Air Force jets based in Butterworth, Penang.

I had been looking all over the internet for pictures that resemble the silhouette of the jets I saw during my childhood school days.

Only last week I found them, in an unlike place – in a video clip of one of my favorite songs Reap The Wild Wind by Ultravox, a 1980s new wave group from the UK.

I captured several frames from the video, which features a couple of Mirage 2000 jets, which was based on and looked very similar to the Mirage III of my childhood days.

While writing this blog entry, in the context of objects flying high, I remembered a lyric from another of my favorite songs, Strange Magic by Electric Light Orchestra, ELO.

“You’re, sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn
You fly, so high

I get a, strange magic
Oh what a, strange magic
Oh it’s a, strange magic
Got a, strange magic
Got a, strange magic”

To me, ELO was singing about an object flying high in a stone age dawn, perhaps referring to speculations that at the dawn of the human age we were visited by extra-terrestrial advanced civilizations.

On a personal note, the magic of the high and fast flying Mirage jets inspired me to make becoming a pilot one of my early ambitions. But as can be seen now, that did not materialize. I am no pilot, haha.

A short reign for the longest reach twinjet

Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Several days ago.

On my way out on one of Malaysia Airlines’ 56 regional-ranged Boeing 737-800’s, saw this Airbus A330-300, a medium-long haul aircraft.

This was one of the 15 A330-300 in the current Malaysia Airlines fleet. After the retirement of 17 long haul Boeing 777-200, the A330 became the longest reach twinjet in the airlines, although its range of 10,000 kilometers could not match the 777-200’s 12,779 kilometers.

It would be a short reign though, as it was planned that sometime in the fourth quarter of 2017 and the second quarter of 2018, Malaysia Airlines would take delivery of 6 new Airbus A350-900, which have the range and efficiency to be used on routes currently serviced by the twin deck Airbus A380 and previously by Boeing 777-200.