Tuesday, October 31, 2006

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I am attracted to the dialogue in the movie Kingdom of Heaven, when Balian told the Princess of Jerusalem, "Your brother's kingdom is here (pointing at his head) and here (pointing at his heart)".

I can't hardly argue with him that what he claimed about Jerusalem or in fact, any country, is true. The real kingdom is actually started from its basic foundation, which is us. The very human whom populate the kingdom. The definition of kingdom or country changes from time to time. Centuries ago, kingdom is defined as having its owner and its boundary. Today it may require more than those two.

I am a firm believer that a leader should lead the people with his heart and manage the country with his wisdom and intellects. Those are rare qualities which we can't find among our leaders nowadays.

How I wish this country will be kingdom of conscience...

"A King may move a man, a father may claim a son, but remember that even when those who move you be Kings, or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus." Or that, "Virtue was not convenient at the time." This will not suffice. Remember that". - King of Jerusalem, Kingdom of Heaven

Monday, October 30, 2006

A Simple Meeting

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Yesterday I attended Anwar Ibrahim's open house in Bukit Damansara. Once again, I was being introduced to him by a friend and apparently, he remembers me still from our first meeting in the civil court last year. I was a bit speechless for not knowing the right thing to say to him. We were standing quite close to each other and facing each other. Except there was a guy who frequently wanted to come in between the two of us. I found that guy was very annoying. Plus, he smelled bad too. Must be Anwar's bodyguard though!

Anwar looks a bit old. Yes, I know he is old but there is something missing from him. I couldn't figure out what it is but I knew for sure, something is not there with him that day. He usually appears looking fresh and vibrant but somehow, he wasn't like that day.

Anwar has been my political idol since I was in high school. Since the days he was the Ketua Pemuda UMNO. What happen to him after he was sacked was very influential to my political standing. It fortifies my understanding about the political impact on my personal belief. I got a chance to communicate with him through letters when I was a student in America. Getting answers straight from the ex deputy prime minister is something you don't get every day in your mailbox. I received three letters from him and the last letter started with this sentence, "Soalan-soalan yang pelbagai dari saudara seringkali memaksa saya berfikir panjang untuk menjawabnya...". That I could not forget for rest of my life. :)

I always believe that Malaysia can be a better place to live. A better place to create honest friendship and the right place to do business without prejudice and bias.

Unfortunately, due to our past leaders' bad attitudes and wrong decision, they have led us to be a passive and reactive country. We react to many incident with narrow minded and only on lip service per se. We hardly deal with any matter vis-a-vis.

For instance, the incident of Dato Zakaria of Pandamaran, Klang, has certainly shown the quality of our leader. I feel ashamed of having Malay leader like himself. I feel ashamed towards my fellow Chinese and Indian friends in Klang for having him as their representative.

Kalau Takut Dengan Risiko, Jangan Bicara Soal Perjuangan

How much I wish there are many people who share the same aspiration like Anwar has. I did write somewhere in my blog about Anwar's spirit. His courage to show defiance towards injustice and corruptions in this country had cost him many sacrifices. He should be the societal symbol for fighting injustice in our motherland.

However, that alone couldn't be the reason for us to put him above than anyone else. He can come and go. He will die someday. That is the fact. But the real fact that we must sincerely admit is, who will continue his struggle? Who want to assume his role in this country?

I don't know how to answer the question. I'm just doing my part, step by step. By God's will, if we all work together and forget the differences which divide us, we can make our beautiful country a very much better place to live. Not only for us, but for our children as well.

p/s: Starting in December, I will be giving free tution to PMR and SPM students of Rumah Anak Yatim Bakawali in Taman Melawati. Who wants to join me, feel free to contact me through this blog.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Satu Hari di Hari Raya...

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Aku melayan anak-anak sedara...tengok movie hantu Siam.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Sangap Di Kuala Krai

Hari ni dah masuk hari ketiga berada di Kuala Krai. Esok aku akan menyambut hari raya. Still aku tak rasa happening, atau pun pening. Cuma biasa-biasa ajer. Dah masuk dua hari juga aku lenjan motor atuk aku, dok keliling pekan Kuala Krai. Sempoi.

Sebenarnya aku pergi cari cyber cafe. Kemaruk nak check e-mail lah, kemaruk nak layan blog lah, kemaruk nak baca BBC News lah. Macam-macam kemaruk.

Pagi tadi aku pergi ke pasar Kuala Krai. Mak aku dok suruh aku cari carrot, bunga kubis and putik jagung. Hmmm..tak pernah lagi pergi sendiri ke pasar kat sini. So aku dengan penuh inisiatifnya meng'explore' pasar tu sendiri. Menarik jugaklah tengok pasar kat sini. Besides, aku dah sangat lama tak buat groceries. Aku enjoy beli barang-barang dapur masa aku di Penn State dulu. Rasa seronok dapat pilih-pilih ayam ke..ikan ke..sayur-sayuran ke. Itu dulu la kan. Sekarang ni, enjoy gitu-gitu ajer.

Sempat jugak dok belek-belek tudung, kain sarung, butang baju melayu etc. Aku teringat kat Seri lak. Dia pernah nak kirim tudung kalau aku balik Kelantan. Masa dok usya-usya harga tudung, giler babeng terkejut aku dibuatnya. Ingatkan tudung cokia murah jek. Rupanya dekat-dekat nak 50 hengget sehelai! Okaylah...dapat jugak la aku sambar sehelai tudung untuk Seri. Itu pun lepas almost semua kedai kat situ aku visit. Check and compare the price. In fact, kalau boleh aku nak suruh tokey kedai tu keluarkan quotation untuk aku. Tapi tu stok melampau la kan? Nak beli tudung pun macam nak buat bisnes besar-besar..giler yahudi! Dapat jugak la harga yang aku rasa boleh tahan lepas aku tawar-tawar dengan makcik kat bazar tu. Ikut ati, cam malas jek nak tawar sebab aku memang tak pandai tawar harga. Apa yang dia letak situ, ituler yang aku bayar. Tapi pengalaman tengok orang menawar kaw-kaw punya masa tengok Seri tawar harga sandal. Giler dia ketok pakcik peniaga sandal kat pasar malam tu. Stok kagum la aku dibuatnya.

Mungkin sebelum aku balik ke KL, aku nak melawat Hamizah di rumahnya. Tanah Merah dengan Kuala Krai taklah jauh sangat. Tapi kalau aku dok evaluate traffic situation, macam payah nak sampai ajer. Orang kelantan ni ramai sangat dok kat luar negeri. Time bila raya, abih pakat semua balik ke Kelantan. Of course jadi traffic jam kat jalan. Kita tengok ajer lah macam mana ya.

Kawan kite di Australia dah pun sambut hari raya. Esok dia ada exam. Kesian, nak buat lagu mana? Dah cenggitu nasib student kat oversea. Meh kita sama-sama doakan dia berjaya dalam exam eh?

Friday, October 20, 2006

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Saya nak ucapkan Selamat Hari Raya kepada semua. Mohon maaf zahir dan batin pada sesiapa yang saya kecilkan hatinya, yang saya terkasar bahasa dengannya atau pun yang terkurang ajar dengannya. Kalau ada sesiapa yang rasa tak berpuas hati dan mahu bersemuka dengan saya, bagitaulah saya cepat-cepat sebelum saya pulang ke Kuala Krai pada hari Ahad ni selepas waktu bersahur.

Mohon maaf pada kawan di Australia sebab saya buat dia marah pada saya, sebab buat dia terasa kecik ati dengan saya and sebab buat dia rasa dangkal dengan saya. Terima kasih banyak-banyak kerana bersabar dengan saya. Saya sangat-sangat menghargai kesabaran anda. Awak selalu ada dalam doa saya.

Mohon maaf pada kakak kawan di Kuala Terengganu sebab buat dia rasa marah dan juga kurang senang pada saya. Saya manusia biasa saja, cuma lakukan terbaik untuk beroleh hasil yang terbaik. Kadang-kala tersilap langkah, tersungkur juga. Mohon maaf, usahlah marah berpanjangan ya kawan?

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Pada rakan semua, jemputlah datang berhari raya di rumah raya. Apa yang ada, itulah yang saya akan sajikan. Duit raya pun tak dapat nak bagi banyak. Hari raya untuk meraikan kemenangan, bukan membuat 'pelaburan'. Hehehehehe....

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Aku BOSAN


Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover



You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.

And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.

You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.

It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.

Friday, October 13, 2006

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Kat McDonald KLIA.

"Cepat teka..baper umur kakak McD ni?".
"Haa..dia ni mesti umur 20 punya!".
"Abang rasa dia umur 18 kot".
"Dik, dik...adik umur baper ek?".

"Saya kat tengah-tengah. 19. Atas 18, bawah 20".

"Mizah, kat situlah abang duduk dengan dia. Sampai sekarang abang ingat lagi tau".
"Iye? Elehhh...".

Kat kedai minyak wangi.

"Abang F*rid, Mizah suka tau perfume Bvlgari tu. Yang botol tu".
"Okay. And then?".
"Ye lah, suka yang botol tu".
"Hmm..kalau dah suka, beli ajer lah. Hehehe..beli sendirik!".

"Mane yang kertas-kertas tester tu? Mizah nak simpan dalam purse nih".
"Nak buat apa? Buat kumpul sampah ajer!".
"Ehh..mane ade! Nanti wangi la purse nih".
"Gila!".

On the way to Domestic Flight Gate.

"Mizah nye baju ni aneh lah!".
"Eh...mana ada laa. Kat Jepun, ni kira biasa aper?!".
"Entah, abang rasa pelik. Ada ke panjang sampai atas lutut. Aneh, ishhh!!!".

Hahahah..aku suka melayan adik aku. Nak-nak bila time dia berkira sangat dengan aku. Seronok kenakan dia balik!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Adik aku akan balik dari Jepun esok. Dia sampai di KLIA dalam jam 5 petang cenggitu. Aku akan berbuka puasa dengan dia kat KLIA. Hmm..lama tak jumpa dia. Dalam dekat-dekat nak setahun gitu. Balik ajer dia dah nak pau satay hj samuri dari aku. Hmm..tak kisahlah. Bukannya selalu belanja orang makan satay, kan?

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Actually a few weeks before birthday aku, aku dengan adik aku ada gaduh sikit. Bukan gaduh lah. It's more like berselisih faham. Sampai masa birthday aku pun dia tak wish happy birthday. Isk isk isk..sedey gak lah (saje nak bagik dia rasa bersalah ni kalo dia baca nih!). Reason berselisih faham tu sebenarnya agak remeh temeh lah. So lepas aku ada arguement dengan dia tu, aku pun gave a long stare at my laptop and began to write quiet a lengthy email to her.

If there is any wisdom in that message, i'd like to share it here.

This is for hamizah.

Dear dik,
I know you are facing tough question. It is one of the important questions ever thrown to you in your entire life. You are at the crossroad. Everybody has gone to that place. Myself including.

At the moment, you feel the heat comes from every angle. You also feel the pressure is building up and it presses you. You feel trapped. You feel small. But let me tell you dik, everything that you feel right now is just in your head. They aren't real. They will be real if you let them be real. Unfortunately, knowing you, you will feel week and brain dead.

Hey....Let me remind you, "be brave, be courageous".

Sometimes life doesn't deliver to us of what we want. Instead, we must show to ourself that we control our life. Not the life itself. We are the captains of our fate. Have faith in what you are doing and by God's willing, everything will start to fall into its rightfully place.

I was reminded by my senior design lecturer, Prof Nedwick, "Guys, if you ever remember anything from my class. Just take this, if it doesn't kill you...it will only make you stronger!". I pass you his wisdom so that you can keep this close to your heart and understand that nothing will or can stop you from achieving what you want in your life. Don't let other people make you feel small.

You can be as big as you want in your imagination. All you need to have is faith upon yourself. It will subconsciously project to your surrounding via your believe. I went through that. I know it is not easy. But I can tell you one thing; the final result is the feeling of relief! How do you feel when you feel relief? You feel good, aren't you? Yes...you feel good.

So dik, be calm. Do simple calculation of every step you want to make. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and hope your feet land on safe land. Sometimes it does but sometimes, it doesn't. You don't have to know it all but you must be ready. Only by doing that, success will be with you!

If you need support, you know where to find me. Wake me up at 3 am or buzz me at 3 pm when I'm busy with my business. I will still entertain you. You know that I'll be your number 1 supporter. If you ever decide to give up, that simply means I don't do a good job. That means I have failed you as your brother. Don't let me fail in doing my duty. Just don't do it.

Pick up the challenge. Jack up your spirit. Have faith you can conquer your fate and you life will change. Take the risk and you will see, there are many options table in front of you. Spread your wings and soar to the air.

I wish you good luck and I bid you all the best. Have faith, have belief. God won't give you anything you can't handle. Trust the Big Boss, ok? Take care and love always be with you.

abg f*rid
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Monday, October 09, 2006

Oh well SB, please arrest me if you think this article is less worthy to be read. But you know what, screw you! I am much patriotic than you riot-mongering people.

I welcome all the learned audience to read this and understand the underlying issue with our country.


Grooming the next generation of leaders
M Bakri Musa

JACK Welch, the retired legendary chief executive of GE, related his less-than-pleasant task before leaving office of personally telling the three or four other capable candidates under him that they were not his choice to succeed him.

There are two points to this observation. The obvious is that GE under Welch had no shortage of capable talent for the top slot; the second, Welch's acute sense of obligation (and class) to let the other accomplished contenders hear the bad news first and directly from him.

A common lament to my recent call for Abdullah Badawi to step down was the lack of solid candidates to succeed him, best expressed by one of the government's backbencher in Parliament. Although when he said it, Zaid Ibrahim was merely trying to praise Abdullah Badawi, however awkwardly.

Grooming the next tier of leaders is one responsibility many leaders do not pay sufficient attention. Of all the prime ministers, only Tunku Abdul Rahman had acquitted himself well on this point; he had the capable Tun Razak. (Photo: Razak with Mao Tse Tung during the former's visit to Peking)

Razak and Ismail - dynamic duo

For a while Tun Razak had Dr Ismail as deputy prime minister. It reflected favourably not only on the calibre of these two distinguished Malaysians but also the prevailing climate in Umno at the time that the two worked well together, the skills and personality of one complementing the other. In the political climate of today's Umno, there would be endless intrigues and Machiavellian maneuverings.

Their smooth rhythm was shattered with the unexpected death of Dr Ismail. It could not have come at the worse possible time for Tun Razak, for he was at the time fighting his own personal battle against a deadly cancer. This fact was concealed from the public; Dr Ismail was one of the few whom Tun Razak had confided his innermost secret.

That was the kind of trust and confidence they had in one another, a combination and display rarely seen anywhere, or since.

Tun Razak displayed his astuteness in spotting talent on other than Dr Ismail. The late Tun used his trips to the districts as opportunities to size up junior officers. He enticed many into politics, including some whose talent could easily have been overlooked because of their earlier less-than-stellar academic performance in school. Abdullah Ahmad for example, became his personal assistant. Later following the Tun's death and the shift of political wind, Abdullah Ahmad was jailed under the Internal Security Act.

Talent, like water, finds its own level. On his release, Abdullah Ahmad went on to Cambridge; he later served as Special Ambassador to the United Nations. The Tun also saw the talent in one young Dr Mahathir, and quickly brought him back into Umno's fold after the Tunku had expelled him earlier.

Not all of Tun Razak's choices were right, of course. Struggling with his own lethal battle, we could readily excuse his choosing Hussein Onn to replace Dr Ismail. Hussein's subsequent tenure as prime minister was a forgettable one, but he had one enduring legacy: his choice of a deputy.

Selecting Mahathir was Hussein's greatest contribution. It was ironic that later in the midst of Umno's internal squabbles he would repudiate what turned out to be his wisest decision!

To be sure, Hussein did not make that prescient choice on his own. The three then Umno vice-presidents had essentially given him an ultimatum to pick one of them. It was a reflection of Hussein's personal weakness and lack of leadership that he did not tell them off for usurping his prerogative.

Hussein displayed other ineptness as prime minister. Mahathir found out about his lucky future not directly from Hussein but through the latter's press conference. Presumably the other two vice-presidents heard their piece of unhappy news likewise. Hussein lacked class in not personally informing them in private ahead of time.

Practice does not make perfect

Mahathir had three deputy prime ministers before Abdullah Badawi. The principle that practice makes perfect obviously eluded Mahathir, for he now openly regrets his choice. Instead of ruminating over it, he is trying hard to remedy the situation.

In picking Abdullah, Mahathir, like Hussein before him, did not venture beyond party tradition. Mahathir limited his choice to only the sitting Umno veeps. By anointing Abdullah and discouraging contests in the two top slots (in the name of party 'tradition') Mahathir denied Umno members their voice. More crucially, he denied the party a wider selection and the collective wisdom of its membership.

It is a delicious irony that while Mahathir endlessly exhorted Malays to break free from the suffocating bounds of our traditions, he was unable to liberate himself from the strictures of his own party!

Mahathir has one redeeming trait: determination. When he discovered late that Anwar Ibrahim was wanting as a would-be successor, he did not hesitate in correcting the error even though it was painful to him (and also Anwar), his party, and nation.

Whether Mahathir would be successful in rectifying this latest blunder (in selecting Abdullah) remains to be seen. He is now older and, more significantly, out of office. The only power he has is his considerable influence, personal conviction, and, not to be lightly dismissed, good health. Those are the very qualities lacking in Abdullah Badawi.

Abdullah's 'Mr Clean' facade

Abdullah's public piety and 'Mr Clean' image is nothing more than a shrewdly crafted facade. The man's character does not justify those descriptions.

Take his piety. Soon after becoming prime minister, he unashamedly indulged in a grand gesture of being Imam by leading his ministers in a widely publicised congregational prayer. The latest had him leading an even larger group after breaking fast. These are nothing more than a crass attempt at evoking the powerful images of our great Caliphs, giants who were not only political but also spiritual leaders.

Malaysians forget (or more correctly were never reminded) that Islamic Studies was not Abdullah's first choice. He stumbled upon it because he could not handle the mathematics to pursue economics. Then, as today, Islamic Studies was a dumping ground for those not inclined for or incapable of rigorous academic pursuit.

Likewise his 'Mr Clean' image; he never had the opportunity before! Now that he is prime (and finance) minister, he is furiously making up for lost time.

All previous prime ministers were magnanimous upon assuming office by pardoning prisoners, especially those held under the ISA. Abdullah granted none; so much for the charity of his Islam Hadhari.

As for his humility and frugality, this was a man who would not move into the official residence until it had undergone multimillion-dollar renovations. Apparently the décor was not up to his exquisite taste! To think that he could not even afford a house when he was dropped as a minister a while back.

Such profligacy reflects an aesthetic sophistication of a Marcos rather than the Kennedy.

The late Tun Razak agonised over putting in a swimming pool for his young children at the old Sri Perdana. He did not have to brag or publicise his frugality, humility, or piety. The fact that Abdullah has to means that he is anything but.

It is not just the citizens who were taken in by Abdullah's carefully cultivated public persona, even the hardnosed Mahathir too bought into it. Mahathir mistook the man's eager nodding to mean agreement when actually Abdullah was merely bidding his time as a raccoon would for the farmer to leave the chicken coup. Mahathir now publicly calls his successor a chronic liar. Any self-respecting man would take deep offence to that; Abdullah took it in stride.

Prevention always better than remediation

Jack Welch offers many insights on preventing such succession errors and the more general lesson of grooming the next tier of leaders. On his frequent visits to the periphery, Welch would ask his divisional heads to identify their promising junior officers. He would then size them up personally to see whether he agree with their superior's assessment. Additionally he would them what they were doing to nurture those talent.

Whenever promising candidates were fast-tracked, Welch would also reward their immediate superiors. That would encourage them and others to develop the talent under them. It would also prevent the dirty trick prevalent in the Malaysian civil service where promising subordinates would be sent to obscure postings lest they become a threat to their superiors.

The civil service has an elaborate process for evaluating officers, but it is done in secret. When I was in government service, I made it a point to discuss my report with my young doctors individually and in private. There would be no point to the exercise if they were denied the valuable feedback. My senior colleagues pointedly told me that I was breaching the civil service code.

Such sessions benefited both parties; I had occasions to change my evaluations following them. Far from being dyspeptic encounters, they permitted me to know my junior officers better. Today I still get letters and e-mails from them, even those whom my evaluations had been less-than-rosy. I also bask in the reflected glory when they shine, especially those whom I had given glowing reports.

Had Malaysian leaders followed Welch's example, they would now enjoy the luxury of having an abundance of leadership talent, and the nation would be spared the present embarrassment.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Baru saja lepas berbual dengan mama di telefon. Mama sekeluarga hari ni berbuka puasa di rumah Tok Mak. Alah, bukannya jauh sangat rumah Tok Mak. Setakat depan rumah ajer. Seronok dapat berbual dengan mama sebab aku dah lama tak datang melawat dia di rumah. Ada banyak juga benda yang nak dibualkan dengan Mama.

Mungkin kalau jumpa Babah nanti, boleh juga kenen-kenen dia untuk ajarkan aku main golf. Yeah, another new game to learn. Sebenarnya bukan aku beriya sangat nak belajar main golf ni, tapi dah ada orang dok suruh-suruh. Dia kata mana tahu, boleh main golf dengan ayah dia pulak one day. Satu kerja pulak!

Mama pernah juga minta datang ke rumah untuk berbuka puasa dengan family dia. And lepas berterawikh sekali. Segan aku walau pun aku dah buat rumah dia macam rumah aku sendiri ajer. Lama juga tak sembang-sembang dengan Abang, Kakak, Amer dan Ayet. Amer mesti ada banyak benda nak tunjuk kat aku tu. Riuh nak melayan budak tu.

Nantilah, lepas raya balik dari Kelantan nanti...aku datanglah. Erkk..kena bawak duit raya ke?

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Last night I stood at the verandah. It was just passed 1 am and I just had my shower. Talking about a long day yesterday. My laptop plugged song from Ruffedge, "Bila Rindu". I gave the KL skyline a long stare. It was a clear night last night. I could see the glimmering lights from the KLCC Twin Towers as well as the glorious lights from KL Tower.

Obviously I was thinking about someone. Or perhaps something.

Anyway, I attended my friend's kenduri in Shah Alam on Sunday night. Later that night I wrote something in my diary for the event. Something nice to write about a friend.

Same Face, Different Mind

I used to know him as one mischievous lad. We met for the first time in one dormitory back 13 years ago. He was just a kid. Another kid from city. Simple and yet obnoxious sometimes. We practically grew up together in that boarding school. He maintained his 'otai' style. Perhaps, pailang would be the buzz word during that time. Later he got pulled out from the school by his dad when we were in Form Four. I heard his dad had enough of him causing troubles for the school. So then our batch was reduced to 110.

I did'nt meet him for quite a long time. I continue my life as usual, from the graduation of high school to enrolling myself in premier university in the States. Then in 2003 I flew to London just to visit old friends from school. I enjoyed myself by walking alone on the streets of London. Then one day while I had coffee in Starbuck near Marble Arch, someone came and approached me. He looked tall and dark skin. At first, I thought he was an African American. What surprised me was his language. He spoke Malay.

"Excuse me, ni Farid ek? Farid Md Nor?".

I was taken aback. Who the heck is this guy? Then a face came to my mind, together with a name. Well, well, well...it has been 7 good years since he departed from the school and oddly, we finally stumbled each other in London. Of all places in the whole world. Weirdly enough, later he attended a private college in Philadelphia, which is 3 hours of driving away from my college but we never met up for a hang out.

But the friendship continued until today.

Today he has become a father to a cute boy. Muhammad Asyraf Ariff. And last night I was personally been invited to his humble mansion in Shah Alam to witness kenduri cukur jambul for his first born child. I felt honored and I stayed till the end of the ceremony. I saw him carried his baby with all the gentleness he had and he moved from one uncle to another and from one aunt to another. That night I saw a different guy.

The guy whom I used to know as rebellious, mischiveous and quite an obnoxious type of kid has now become a peaceful man. He looks much content and he carefully chooses decent language to hold conversation with his friends. He is more interested to create friendship rather than creating enemies. In addition to that, he dazzles us with his wisdom. I never know that he too, has become somewhat religious and constantly improves his knowledge in religion based on knowledge, not the custom as we all do.

I congratulate him on his new born baby and I wish he will become the best father to his child, the best husband to his wife and the best friend for all of us, SASsian 9397. Congratulation again, Irwan Ariff b Dato Ir. Mohd Zain aka Ude. Looking forward to seeing the next baby comes up! :D