Malaysia : Tong Taik UMNO: August 2008

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Selamat Datang Ramadhan Al-Mubarak

Apa makna mubarak? Kalau ikut Kamus Dewan Versi 1, ia bermakna bahagia. Pada bulan ini, umat Islam di Malaysia akan menjadi baik.

Jadi Baik
Kepada yang bukan Islam, kalau nak tengok orang Melayu jadi baik, anda boleh lihatnya pada bulan Ramadhan. Apabila tiba bulan Ramadhan ini, semua orang Islam akan berpuasa. Parlimen pun turut puasa.

Saya ada beberapa orang rakan bukan Islam yang cuba berpuasa. Katanya dia boleh tahan berpuasa, tapi kena minum air. Saya kata kalau minum air, itu puasa Kristian. Jadi kalau jumpa mana-mana orang muda Islam yang mewarnakan kuning/perang rambutnya tapi terlupa memakai contact lens biru -- minum air, cepat-cepatlah tegur, "Hei, kamu tak puasakah?"

Pastikan dia itu Melayu Islam, kerana Melayu juga ada yang sudah murtad (masuk agama lain).

Murtad
Isu murtad sememangnya sukar untuk dijelaskan. Saya boleh umpamakan seseorang yang memasuki Islam itu sebagai darah yang sudah melepasi injap jantung. Tiada pilihan untuk tarik balik atau keluar semula. Hukumnya pancung. Kepada yang bukan Islam, ada boleh bertanya kepada pakar agama Islam yang lazim digelar sebagai ustaz. Walaupun ustaz itu bermakna sir atau tuan dalam Bahasa Arab, tetapi gelaran itu diberi kepada orang yang berpengetahuan luas dalam agama di Malaysia ini.

Saya yakin orang-orang bukan Islam yang bertanya hal murtad ini pada ustaz-ustaz di Malaysia, akan dilayan dengan baik. Tambah pula bulan Ramadhan.

Soalan Popular
Antara soalan yang popular ialah,

"Ustaz, kenapa orang yang sudah masuk Islam tak boleh keluar masuk agama lain?

Itulah soalan yang selalu saya dengar dari non-Muslim. Saya jawab, you pergi tanya ustaz, saya tak pandai nak jawab dengan lebih terperinci kerana ini isu agama.

Ada soalan lagi susah nak jawab,

"Ustaz, kenapa bayi yang automatik Islam tak boleh keluar Islam dan masuk agama lain?"

Saya percaya banyak ustaz boleh jawab isu ini. Saya pernah bersembangkan hal ini dengan orang-orang tua di restoran dan surau. "Kata mereka, kau cakap sama orang kafir itu jangan campur hal agama orang Islam".

Macam manalah Islam nak berkembang? Perangai sekat-menyekat jawapan itu seperti sikap parti UMNO-BN.

Sekat Cara Lama
Bercakap mengenai sekatan, teringat saya di waktu kecil dahulu. Orang-orang tua sering menjeling pada orang-orang muda yang suka bertanya atau tak dengar kata. Apabila dijeling maka ikut kaedahnya, orang-orang muda perlu tunduk dan jangan melawan.

Sekarang, cuba buat begitu pada orang-orang muda. Tak ada apa-apa pun. Buat sakit jantung sahaja. Mengapa?

Hakisan Budaya
Saya merasakan ia ada kaitan dengan hakisan budaya. Sekarang budaya Melayu lama banyak tidak dipakai. Anak-anak muda lebih gemarkan sesuatu dari luar negara. Kerana ia lebih dipandang tinggi atau pun mengikut trend masakini. Di kaca TV pun itulah yang dipaparkan sehingga menjadi makanan minda pada kanak-kanak Malaysia. Internet yang menghubungkan negara kita dengan pelbagai bahan-bahan dari luar negara sememangnya banyak memberi kesan.

Perisai Agama
Pada saya, ia boleh diguna-pakai tetapi rasanya Malaysia (bagi yang Muslim) belum bersedia dengan perisai (ilmu agama). Hari ini, ramai anak-anak muda yang tidak tahu hukum-hakam Islam. Jadi mereka melenting apabila ditegur atau dimarahi di atas kelakuan mereka yang melanggar batas-batas ketimuran dan agama. Bagi mereka, apa yang mereka buat itu sudah betul. Atau mereka bodoh sepat (pura-pura tak tahu, tapi fasih benar).

Jika dibuat cara PAS berkenaan dengan Konsert Avril Lavigne baru-baru ini, ia seperti sesuatu yang sukar untuk diterima terutama bagi yang lahir pada tahun 90-an. Yang anak menteri itu bukan lahir tahun tahun 1985 ke? LOL!

Ulama' Digam & Tidak Bersatu
Itulah, ada ulama' yang berwibawa kena gam. Apa yang ditulis dalam Al-Quran dan hadis nampaknya sesuatu yang tidak dapat dielakkan. Ia seperti cerita Jumanji LOL! Satu per satu diperlihatkan. Saya pernah dengar ulama' kata di akhir zaman nanti, yang haram jadi halal dan yang halal jadi haram. Ada juga para ulama' yang berkata di akhir zaman, akan ada orang berzina di tepi jalan dan kita terpaksa berkata, "Hei tepi sikit saya nak lalu ni". LOL!

Dulu di dalam suratkhabar saya jumpa satu kolum orang yang bernama Astora Jabat. Ramai orang PAS bencikan dia. Sekarang tak tahu samada kolum itu masih ada lagi atau tidak. Sekrang ini ramai ulama' yang muda-muda. Mana pergi kesepakatan mereka dengan golongan ulama' veteran?

Banyak yang saya lihat, ulama' muda ini hanya baca teks dan kurang pengalaman. Tidak pandai mengaitkan ceramah mereka dengan isu-isu semasa serta tidak vokal dalam menegakkan yang hak. Itu belum campur yang suka mengampu, yang suka layan MP3 lagu jiwang. Ulama' dahulu, hisap rokok pun tak ada. Katanya asap rokok itu makanan jin.

Ilmu dari Timur Tengah
Saya juga hairan bagaimana seseorang yang belajar di Timur Tengah boleh menjadi ulama' mengampu. Kadang-kadang terasa juga mungkin ustaz atau ustazah ini ada misi. Mungkin dia bodoh sepat tunggu peluang di lipat LOL! Mungkin negara kita kena mula lantik para ulama' yang berwibawa (ada tokoh, pandai bikin kerja).

Ahmad Deedat
Saya rasa tentu para ulama' di Malaysia kenal siapa itu Ahmad Deedat. Saya mengagumi beliau, kerana dia seorang yang belajar sendiri dan mampu berhujah dan menjawab persoalan yang diajukan paderi-paderi Kristian di merata dunia dengan fakta dan ayat Allah S.W.T, ayat Bible dan bukannya dengan ugutan atau sekatan.

Dr. Zakir Naik
Ahmad Deedat mampu melihat suatu ayat Al-Quran itu dengan penuh makna. Kita perlu ada pemimpin seperti ini. Sayangnya Ahmad Deedat telah pergi dan Dr. Zakir Naik yang sedang menggantikan beliau. Terpaksalah saya memasang telinga betul-betul semasa mendengar ceramahnya yang penuh dengan accent (pelat) India pekat.

Selamat Berpuasa Semua. Kepada non-Muslim Selamat Menjamu Selera (Pasar Ramadhan banyak makanan best LOL! Puasa dah jadi pesta makanan.

Malaysia Rugi RM600 Juta Sekatan Eksport Perikanan EU

Kerajaan BN perihatin. Perihatin my ass (Tidak percayalah!).


Perikanan Malaysia Gagal | Selanjutnya di sini

Anwar Ibrahim & Raja Petra Kamaruddin

Ada apa dengan mereka ini? Mari kita lihat.

Pendedahan Di Media Kawalan Kerajaan
Kedua-dua mereka berjaya masuk TV:-
Pejuang Pro-Rakyat
Kedua-dua mereka lantang bersuara demi rakyat:-
  • RPK lebih banyak berjuang di internet
  • Anwar Ibrahim lebih banyak berjuang di dunia realiti
Dugaan / Cubaan
Kedua-dua mereka pernah didakwa dan dipenjara:-
  • RPK 52 hari di ISA
  • Anwar Ibrahim 600 hari di ISA yang tergolong dalam tempoh penjara 6 tahun akibat konspirasi regim Mahathir (seorang yang terkenal dengan kes VK Lingam)
Tuduhan Kerajaan
Kedua-dua mereka telah dituduh kerajaan:-
Parti Politik
Kedua-dua mereka pernah berjuang di dalam satu parti politik:-
  • RPK di antara pemimpin tertinggi Keadilan (PKR) sekitar 1998
  • Anwar Ibrahim seorang penasihat Keadilan (PKR) sekitar 1998
Sekatan Daripada Bersuara/Berjuang
Kedua-dua mereka disekat daripada bersuara/berjuang:-
Pengaruh
Kedua-dua mereka punyai pengaruh tersendiri:-
  • RPK golongan kerabat Raja Selangor diminati ramai
  • Anwar Ibrahim bekas Timbalan Perdana Menteri juga diminati ramai
Ideologi
Kedua-dua mereka punyai ideologi yang sama:-
  • RPK mahukan Malaysia adil pada Melayu, Cina dan India
  • Anwar Ibrahim juga mahukan Malaysia adil pada Melayu, Cina dan India
Tempoh Perjuangan
Kedua-dua mereka sudah lama berjuang:-
  • RPK berjuang sejak 1998
  • Anwar Ibrahim juga sejak 1998
Kebolehan Berbahasa Inggeris
Kedua-dua mereka mampu berbahasa Inggeris dengan baik
  • RPK seorang yang berkacukan darah Wales mampu berbahasa Inggeris dengan baik
  • Anwar Ibrahim dikatakan telah menghabiskan masa di dalam penjara untuk membaca, antara buku-buku itu ialah buku William Shakespear. Beliau juga sering diundang ke program TV luar negara dan bersyarah di universiti luar negara.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

5 Sebab Hanief Akan Meninggalkan Malaysia Buat Selama-lamanya

Alhamdulillah Syukur, Anwar Ibrahim telah menjadi ahli parlimen. Sekarang tinggallah 5 sebab mengapa Hanief akan meninggalkan Malaysia buat selama-lamanya tanpa sedikit kekesalan.
  1. Kerajaan Pakatan Rakyat Gagal Dibentuk Pada 16 September 2008
    Saya tak sanggup untuk terus memperjudikan masa depan saya di Malaysia dengan sebuah kerajaan seperti BN. Umur saya pun sudah masuk 24 tahun pada Disember 2008 ini. Setiap masa itu harus saya hargai. Minta-minta ada anak muda yang sanggup meluangkan masa emasnya seperti saya apabila ketiadaan saya nanti.

  2. Rumah Yang Didudukinya Gagal Ditukarkan Nama Kepada Nama Bapanya
    Rumah yang ada sekarang sememangnya telah langsai dibayar bapa saya. Saya kasihankan diri saya, adik saya dan abang saya serta kakak saya. Jadi sebab itu saya mahukan, ia tukar nama kerana ia sudah lama habis dibayar.

    Saya rasa, kami adik-beradik perlukan sebuah rumah yang berupa hak milik bapa kami, supaya kami dapat beralaskan sesuatu sebelum kami berjaya memperolehi rumah atau masa depan yang kukuh. Saya akui, ibubapa kami lebih berada berbanding kami anak-anaknya kerana faktor ekonomi dan pendidikan yang mahal. Saya tidak nafikan adik-beradik saya mampu berdikari tetapi ia perlu logik dan berperikemanusiaan pada peringkat permulaan (sebelum kami terbang tinggi). Lebih bagus platform semasa kami mula terbang, maka lebih tinggilah kami akan capai.

    Keadaan ekonomi, politik yang tidak menentu dan sikap DBKL yang selamba merodok kawasan kampung sekitar kawasan perumahan kami menguatkan lagi hasrat untuk saya melihat penukaran hak milik rumah yang telah langsai dibayar pada datuk saudara saya. Ini penting agar kami boleh menguruskan sendiri tentang sebarang masalah pemilikan tanah berikutnya, di waktu kami membina masa depan. Jika diamati, inilah kesilapan kecil yang bakal menjadi besar yang dilakukan oleh bapa saya. Diharapkan perenggan ini berjaya dibaca oleh individu yang berkenaan.

    Jika nama itu tidak ditukar, saya akan tinggalkan Malaysia. Jika ada adik-beradik saya yang lain, mahu ikut, silakan. Ini bukan ugutan tetapi ini hak kami di kala ekonomi yang meruncing. Si bapa boleh berbangga dengan kerjayanya yang lalu, tetapi tak tahukah dia setiap manusia punya bakat, cuma masa dan wang sahaja yang tidak mengizinkan? Mereka juga akui ekonomi kita sangat merosot berbanding zaman muda mereka. Terima Kasih kepada idea saya yang bernas, dalam menggalakkan mereka mencuba nasib sendiri berniaga di Plaza Idaman. Sekarang baru mereka tahu.

  3. Kerajaan Pakatan Rakyat Gagal Untuk Mengotakan Janji Pendidikan Percuma
    Pendidikan yang baik, menjadi idaman saya sejak kecil. Namun, tak semua manusia punyai satu kesedaran pada satu-satu masa yang sama. Ada yang berubah matang atau mengusai sesuatu pada usia yang awal dan ada juga yang late bloomer seperti saya.

    Saya ingin Malaysia maju dengan sumbangan idea dan ilmu saya. Saya rasa, saya masih kekurangan ilmu. Lagi pun, Malaysia masih ketinggalan dalam teknologi. Kita harus ada teknologi sendiri. Jesteru, kita harus perkasakan diri kita dengan ilmu.

    Saya yakin, pada umur 24 tahun, saya masih boleh menyumbang sesuatu dalam teknologi di negara kita. Ilmu harus dikembang dan dikongsikan tanpa sebarang idea mengkomersilkannya. Sebab itu saya mahukan pendidikan percuma buat 25 juta rakyat Malaysia. Sekiranya tiada, saya akan berhijrah dan pergi ke negara lain yang sanggup berkorban demi masa depan negara mereka sendiri. Cacing pun pilih tanah. Manusia mesti bijak pilih negara.

    Saya tuntut ini, kerana inilah peluang saya untuk mengkehendaki sesuatu daripada negara sendiri daripada ahli politik yang diundi kita semua. Jika di negara orang ia amat sukar sekali. Pendatanglah katakan.

  4. Hal-hal Sosioekonomi (Kemasyarakatan & Ekonomi) Gagal Diseimbangkan Pakatan Rakyat
    Umum tahu 51 tahun lamanya usia negara kita, namun kek ekonomi kita masih tidak seimbang. Hal ini sangat serius. Apabila sesebuah negara yang berbilang kaum ini mengalami kek ekonomi yang tidak seimbang, ia umpama sebuah time bomb yang sengaja disimpan oleh kerajaan. Contoh paling dekat, ialah kejadian tanggal 13 Mei 1969.

    Akibatnya, kaum-kaum yang mendiami negara ini akan gagal memperkukuhkan pertalian sosioekonomi mereka. Tidak lupa juga isu agama yang memerlukan banyak penerangan dan penjelasan oleh golongan profesional kepada masyarakat bagi kebaikan negara. Jangan gam lagi para ulama' kita. Tolong ya?

  5. Kekurangan Bekalan Minyak Masak/Petrol/Diesel, Tepung, Gula, Beras, Ayam, Daging Atau Apa Jua Barangan Harian Akibat Kelekaan Kerajaan
    Ini adalah suatu benda yang memalukan. Tambahan pula, ia berkaitan dengan makanan ruji atau kehidupan harian kita. Ini juga merupakan suatu penghinaan pada rakyat yang sering dilakukan kerajaan atas alasan, bongkak seperti "Lihatlah-kalau-bukan-kerajaan-yang-beri-siapa-lagi". Jika hal ini berlaku lagi, saya pilih negara lain. Itu sahaja.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Tiada Yang Istimewa Dalam Belanjawan 2009

Tiada apa yang membanggakan dengan Belanjawan 2009.

Ada surprise?
Jangan terkejut kalau masih ada harga barang yang meningkat di kala (waktu) bulan Puasa (Ramadhan) atau Hari Raya menjelma (mendatang). Dengar kata tambang bas akan dinaikkan sejurus selepas Hari Raya Puasa.

Pelbagai persoalan timbul di fikiran saya:-
Apakah ada pakatan di antara para peniaga atau taukeh besar yang sedang memanipulasikan (memperalatkan) harga di pasaran bagi menjatuhkan kerajaan yang ada sekarang? Bukankah setiap ahli politik itu berpengaruh? Hmm... Jika benar ada. Ini bermakna, mogok satu negara berupaya dilakukan dengan pakatan rakyat secara besar-besaran seperti Hartal dahulu.

Atau pun ini efek domino (kesan rantaian) kenaikan harga minyak? Seperti yang kebanyakan orang rasakan?

Minyak Turun Pun Barang Tetap Naik
Ada yang beranggapan bahawa harga minyak telah diturunkan. Tetapi pada hemat (pemerhatian) saya, harga-harga barang yang telah melambung akibat kenaikan harga minyak sukar diturunkan setalah ia melambung naik. Itulah hakikatnya.

Sedaplah Pekerja Awam Semua
Saya dengar pendapatan buat pekerja kerajaan semakin bertambah. Hal ini terus meyakini saya bahawa kerajaan yang ada ini, khuatir sekali dengan sambutan kakitangannya sendiri. Kekalahan di Permatang Pauh jelas menampakkan kecenderungan rakyat jelata untuk mengkuburkan BN.

Imbasan Peristiwa P44
BN yang diwakili Najib, Ezam, dan Khairy Jamaluddin telah berhempas pulas berkempen di kawasan P44 itu. Di kaca TV dan pembesar suara radio, memberitakan mengenai keyakinan mereka ini dan menggambarkan bahawa BN akan menang mudah dengan saingan calon luar biasa mereka, Arif Shah yang berupaya bercakap dalam 3 bahasa (Melayu, Inggeris dan Mandarin).

Kalah Besar, Majoriti BN Merosot
Akhirnya mereka kalah besar. Bilangan majoriti yang diperolehi Anwar lebih banyak daripada isteri kesayangannya. Ini jelas menampakkan logik pilihanraya kecil tersebut.
  • 1999 - Majoriti 9,077 (Wan Azizah VS Ibrahim Saad) -PRU 10
  • 2004 - Majoriti 590 (Wan Azizah VS Pirdaus Ismail) - PRU11
  • 2008 - Majoriti 13,388 (Wan Azizah VS Pirdaus Ismail) - PRU12
  • 2008 - Majoroti 15,671 (Anwar Ibrahim VS Arif Shah) - Pilihanraya Kecil P44
Formulanya, jika si isteri boleh menang, si suami tentulah 2 kali menang. LOL!

1999
Anwar Ibrahim dituduh dengan tuduhan liwat, agen Yahudi, guna IMF oleh regim Mahathir (seorang yang terkenal dengan kes VK Lingam).

2004
Pak Lah baru naik memerintah. Jadinya ramai yang menyokong daripada membangkang. Sebab itu pembangkang hilang punca. Pada sekitar tahun itu jugalah, para pemimpin pembangkang dilabel sebagai pembangkang murahan kerana tiada isu lain selain isu Anwar Ibrahim. Banyak juga ahli-ahli penting pembangkang yang keluar parti. Mungkin mereka tidak tahan muka dan umur pula meningkat.

2008
Anwar kembali aktif di barisan pembangkang. Walaupun ada yang sudah terlajak keluar parti, namun parti pembangkang kembali utuh. PAS dan DAP semakin rapat. Orang India mula berjinak-jinak menyokong PAS. Orang Cina mula percaya pada perjuangan Pakatan Rakyat berbanding Barisan Nasional yang dilihat banyak mementingkan agenda UMNO semata-mata.

Rakyat Mula Rajin & Belajar Berpolitik
Tidak cukup dengan itu, banyak kes-kes yang memalukan negara, tergantung begitu sahaja. Ini menyebabkan rakyat kurang percaya dengan kerajaan. Ditambah dengan ekonomi yang merudum, di mana ramai rakyat yang sudah tersepit dengan pelbagai hutang, terpaksa berjimat-cermat hingga ke hari ini. Ada memilih untuk menggandakan usaha dalam mendapatkan rezeki dan ada yang berjuang di dalam arus politik bagi menggulingkan kerajaan BN.

Bak Kata pepatah Inggeris,
"You Can Ignore Politics, But Politics Won't Ignore You"

Kita boleh lupakan politik, tetapi ia akan tetap terus berjalan (mungkin merahmati kita atau pun mungkin memakan kita). Sebab itulah pentingnya kita mendapatkan maklumat berkaitan masalah politik negara dan jika mampu, jadilah sebahagian daripadanya.

Pak Lah Takut 16 September
Hari ini, Pak Lah terpaksa menagih simpati daripada Anwar (yang telah mengetuai PRU12) supaya tidak menggulingkan kerajaan, pada 16 September ini. Atas alasan untuk menjalankan mandat dan Belanjawan 2009 dengan jayanya.

Perjuangan
Kehadiran Anwar yang banyak memberi suntikan semangat kepada rakyat, dalam menyedarkan rakyat mengenai hak rakyat dan mengenal ertikata perjuangan yang sebenar.

Jadi Alim
Ramai menteri-menteri BN yang kaki rasuah, mula menjadi baik dan pro rakyat. Inilah kesan bangkangan dan pengamatan daripada pihak pembangkang. Maka sesiapa yang mengatakan pembangkang itu tidak bagus atau tidak penting, itu salah sama sekali.

Anwar Kembali Ke Parlimen
Kemasukan Anwar kembali ke parlimen yang mengambil masa selama 10 tahun telah membuatkan para pemimpin BN dan rakyat Malaysia ternganga. Seakan-akan tidak percaya. Mana tidaknya? Pelbagai tuduhan dilemparkan ke atas beliau diikuti dengan sumpah daripada Saiful Bukhari dan orang nombor dua negara, Najib yang menggunakan Saiful dan para Imam masjid semasa berkempen di pilihanraya kecil di Permatang Pauh (P44).

Peristiwa itu telah mengajar kita bahawa rakyat mampu melakukan perubahan. Itulah yang terkandung dalam perkataan Makkal Sakthi (Kuasa Rakyat).

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Streamyx Dan Saya

Banyak orang guna TMnet Streamyx di Malaysia. Saya juga menggunakannya.

Kenapa Streamyx?
Alasannya ialah kerana tiada perkhidmatan lain selain jalur lebar itu di kawasan saya pada harga yang berpatutan. Ada orang yang suruh saya bersyukur kerana telah dikurniakan kemudahan seperti itu.

Tidak Bersyukur
Saya masih tetap tidak bersyukur kerana saya percaya apabila kita membayar wang untuk membeli sesuatu, sudah tentu ia harus padan dengan jumlah wang yang dibayar. Lebih-lebih lagi jalur lebar atau talian Internet yang amat penting sempena era global masakini.

Menghadkan Perkembangan Semasa
Kelajuan dari jalur lebar yang bernama Streamyx ini banyak menghadkan aktiviti saya (yang memerlukan Internet) berbanding tahun-tahun lepas (tahun pengenalan Streamyx). Sepatutnya banyak program yang saya buka sekali gus dalam satu-satu masa.

Pembaziran Masa
Contohnya, program chatting Meebo atau Skype saya terpaksa tutup daripada membiarkannya terbuka ini tidak lain, tidak bukan kerana kelajuan Streamyx yang mengecewakan. Berbanding tahun-tahun awal pengenalan Streamyx, tahun mendatang ini telah melihatkan penurunan kelajuan jalur lebar ini. Banyak aktiviti yang saya ingin lakukan dengan pantas (pada kadar kelajuan jalur lebar) terbantut.

Ada lagi, kerja download ISO Linux terpaksa saya tunggu lebih 2-3 hari yang hanya sebesar 650MB. Jika ISO DVD ia akan memakan masa 4-5 hari.

Bila Hujan, Internet Putus-putus
Apabila hujan renyai-renyai talian Internet akan sering terganggu. Senarai ping yang dilakukan tampak berlubang-lubang akibat mesej "Request timed out". Ini lebih mengecewakan apabila ia mengenai pada keadaan-keadaan genting seperti proses upload video di YouTube atau pun membayar bil secara online.

Mungkin Streamyx si jalur lebar ini agak sarat dengan pelanggan baru atau ada proses catuan atau satu bentuk penjimatan kelajuan?

Saya dapati mutakhir ini, TNB dan SYABAS sering mencatu air dan elektrik bagi tujuan pembersihan dan penyelenggaraan. Ia berlaku bukan sekali-dua, tetapi berkali-kali dalam sebulan.

Saya tidak tahu bagaimana orang yang menjalankan perniagaan dengan penggunaan Internet yang kerap atau 24 jam.

Jadi secara ringkasnya, idea-idea saya untuk melakukan banyak perkara secara online dalam satu-satu masa terbatas dengan kelembapan Streamyx. Jika Streamyx itu benar-benar mencapai mencapai standard sebagai sebuah jalur lebar, saya percaya:-
  • Saya tidak perlu menutup instant messenger aka IM (seperti Skype atau Meebo)

  • Saya tidak perlu mengambil masa 2-3 hari untuk download ISO Linux

  • Saya tidak perlu upload 2-3 kali video di YouTube yang hanya sepanjang 1-2 minit

  • Saya tidak perlu bertukar pada tab yang lain sementara menunggu video untuk ditonton

  • Saya tidak perlu tertumpu pada satu blog sahaja (kerana saya ingin kendalikan lebih blog)

  • Saya tidak perlu ping DNS Streamyx setiap hari

  • Saya tidak perlu menahan nafas atau berdengus apabila melihat "Request Timed Out" atau ms yang lebih daripada 19ms

  • Saya tidak perlu menekan butang Refresh banyak kali apabila disconnected

  • Saya tidak perlu melihat folder Sent di GMail sebaik sahaja emel dihantar

  • Saya tidak perlu memakai Safari untuk memperolehi kelajuan melayari Internet, kerana Firefox lebih fungsinya berbanding kelajuan

  • Saya tidak perlu menelefon hotline Streamyx dan mendengar arahan operator yang serupa

  • Saya tidak perlu menulis artikel membenci Streamyx atau membuat beberapa video yang membenci Streamyx
Jika ada mamat-mamat atau CEO TMnet yang terbaca ini, fikir-fikirkanlah atau jika ada techy guy TMnet yang membaca ini, cadang-cadangkanlah satu perubahan untuk TMnet pada CEO anda. Ni aku tulis elok-elok. Biasanya aku cakap baik-baik, kalau main sindir pedas kau melompat pulak nanti.

Macam mana orang mahu lakukan perubahan dengan berbekalkan kelajuan Internet yang mengecewakan ini? TV dah disekat, blog pula, ada yang kena block. Aku tak nampak Malaysia nak jadi okay macam ni. Macam mana nak suruh orang kibar bendera?

Itu belum aku cakap tentang isu-isu negara yang tergantung menghantui satu Malaysia ini.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Raja Petra's Blog Malaysia-Today Blocked Nationwide

Let me tell you that this blog blocking thing by the authorities is not really surprising. Big countries like China, Iran and Egypt have done this so long ago.




Iran
I even went to Iran in May 2008. I myself have checked some blocked websites. I just need to surf my blog from there. I noticed at that time, Imageshack.us was blocked, Skype blocked, YouTube blocked... lots more. To me, there is no biggie if Iran does that. Because Iran just could deliver the basic needs for their own citizens eventhough people overthere are having some crazy economic sanction by America. You cannot find any American restaurants or shops. Majority of the products are made in Iran, China and some European countries.

Malaysia
But in Malaysia here, the government here are trying to block the blogger from having their freedom of speech in the Internet, while they actually cannot really deliver the basic needs for their own citizens. Anything you name it, economy is declining, a lot of students or workers are getting jobless or retrench, factories are reducing their working hours, food prices are increasing evethough after they cut up the fuel prices, building materials are getting expensive which have halted some important constructions such as school building and transportion system upgrade.

Myanmar? Why So Serious?
This is bad. Seriously bad. Are we are going to be like Myanmar? Remember they cut the whole Internet connection last time during the gruesome massacre?

Insensitive Comments
It's funny how the government became so emo on some insensitive comments in Raja Petra's blog or column. To be honest, the comments in my YouTube video channel are much nastier and much insensitive than Malaysia-Today's. I think it was not about the comments, it was about the evidence that being revealed one by one lately by RPK. I can see that, the particular people who were affected, are now trying to save their asses by working with MCMC to block the 'golden' information.

Can't wait for tomorrow. Anwar Ibrahim will shake up the parliament house!

Rancangan Malaysia Ke-9 Gagal ?

Akibat kronisme atau kenaikan harga minyak diesel yang telah menaikkan harga bahan binaan?


Projek Sekolah RMK Ke-9 Gagal


Bahan Binaan Simen & Besi Keluli Naik Harga 20% - 30%

Shahrizat Orang UMNO... Macam Najib... Tetapi ?

Saya sarankan (cadangkan) pihak-pihak yang berkuasa siasat orang-orang ini:-

  • Datin Surwarni
  • Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil
  • Ustaz Dato' Haji Ismail Kamus
  • Orang Atasan UiTM Seluruh Negara

Emel yang diterima saya 27 OGOS 2008

Merahsiakan Peribadi Pengirim
Pengirim emel di atas, meminta jasa baik saya supaya merahsiakan nama sebenarnya. Saya berpendapat ini mungkin atas alasan keselamatan. Maklumlah perkara ini membabitkan isu agama & salah-guna institusi pendidikan dan perkara ini juga masih belum disiasat.

Jika benar Datin Surwani dan Datuk Seri Shahrizat bersalah, inilah peluang kerajaan Malaysia untuk membersihkan reputasi (nama baik) nya di mata dunia.

Promosi Kristian, Promosi Islam Bagaimana?
Tidak lupa juga, inilah peluang Ustaz Dato' Haji Ismail Kamus untuk mempromosi agama Islam (bukan Islam Hadhari) seperti tindakan mempromosi agama Kristian dilakukan seperti mana yang diceritakan di dalam emel di atas.

Semua Agama Tidak Suruh Bergaduh
Sebagai mana-mana penganut agama, tentunya seseorang itu yakin dengan kebenaran dan kekuatan agama masing-masing serta tahu bahawa agama masing-masing menyuruh umatnya melakukan kebaikan.

Kes Ini Ada Hikmah
Setiap kes itu tentunya ada hikmah yang dapat diguna-pakai dalam membentuk Malaysia sebagai negara berbilang bangsa.

Contohi Pemerintah Islam Yang Berwibawa
Jika tidak salah, Salahuddin Al-Ayubi adalah seorang pemerintah Islam yang berjaya meletakkan keadilan di dalam pemerintahannya di kota Jerusalem.

UMNO, BN & Shahrizat
It is a jihad because this individual should not be given the chance to destroy the country’s political stability and prosperity. - Sumber
Menurut laman web The Star, Datuk Seri Shahrizat berkata tindakan menentang Anwar Ibrahim di Permatang Pauh adalah suatu Jihad.

Apakah UMNO yang diwakili oleh Shahrizat (Timbalan Ketua Wanita UMNO) sudah menerima kebebasan beragama dan promosi agama?

Agama Dijual-beli Hasil Kraftangan UMNO?
Seperkara lagi, apakah gerakan dakwah agama itu memberikan habuan wang ringgit kepada bakal penganut dan menteri yang mengawal sesuatu kawasan itu? Hal ini tentunya menarik minat masyarakat Melayu dan bukan Melayu khusus dalam mengenal undang-undang Malaysia yang diguna-pakai UMNO-BN yang berteraskan ilmuan Inggeris, Lord Cromer.

Pendidikan di UiTM
Ini ada eloknya dilakukan siasatan mengenai hubung kait cerita di dalam emel di atas. Jika terbukti benar, maka orang-orang atasannya (UiTM seluruh negara) yang perlu bertanggungjawab.

p/s: Saya sedang menunggu kerajaan baru dibentuk serentak dengan itu dilakukan reformasi dalam pemberian pendidikan. Iaitulah Pendidikan Percuma atau Free Education. Tiada lagi istilah pinjaman dan sikap tidak mahu pulang ke negara sendiri setelah menuntut ilmu di luar negara.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Anwar Ibrahim Masuk Parlimen

Tahniah buat Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim di atas kemenangan piliharaya kecil di Permatang Pauh.


Anwar Masuk Parlimen 28 OGOS 2008


Anwar Masuk Parlimen!

Kejayaan ini melambangkan rakyat sedang bersama Datuk Seri. Terima Kasih kepada yang bertungkus-lumus bekerja di Permatang Pauh, anda semua adalah wira Malaysia. Tidak lupa juga Ketua Menteri Pulau Pinang YB Lim Guan Eng yang telah memberikan cuti kepada Pulau Pinang bagi memudahkan orang Permatang Pauh keluar mengundi dan seterusnya beroleh kerajaan baru.

Saya memilih untuk tidak mencari makan atau hijrah ke luar negara buat masa ini, di atas kejayaan Datuk Seri, yang saya percaya, mampu melakukan perubahan dan sekali gus melakukan reformasi pada sistem-sistem dan polisi-polisi lapuk kerajaan Barisan Nasional selama 51 tahun ini.

Menjawab Soalan mediaplexstation


Soalan daripada mediaplexstation

Soalan daripada mediaplexstation:-

Assalammualaikum Saudara Hanief,
Saya mahu bertanyakan kepada saudara, apakah PR berupaya menentukan dasar-dasar untuk negara memandangkan apa yang saya perhatikan daripada 2 parti dalam PR iaitu PAS dan DAP, mereka ini bercanggah pendapat. Satu parti mahu perlembagaan Islam dilaksanakan dan satu parti lagi mahu menegakkan pemerintahan sekular dan mahukan kesaksamaan agama seperti mana forum yg dianjurkan oleh Majlis Peguam. Saya khuatir sekiranya PR berupaya mendapat tampuk pemerintahan, tampuk itu tidak kekal lama (mungkin tak sampai sepenggal). Dalam erti kata lain, sekiranya konlik ideologi ini tidak diatasi terlebih dahulu dalam PR, saya berpendapat, Kemenangan PR takkan bermakna walaupun mereka berjaya membentuk kerajaan. Apa pandangan saudara?

Jawapannya:-
Wa'alaikumussalam, terima kasih di atas soalan saudara.

Saya sebagai seorang rakyat Malaysia berasa sangat gusar pada waktu dahulunya. Sebut sahaja tentang hal menukar kerajaan, keraguan sentiasa menghantui saya.

Cara Berfikir Telah Berubah
Tetapi tidak lagi pada hari ini. Setelah menjangkau dewasa, saya banyak mengkaji serba-sedikit mengenai ciri-ciri sesebuah negara yang maju dan hal yang berkaitan isu-isu semasa.

Orang Nippon
Lihat Jepun, sebuah negara yang pernah menjajah dan membekalkan teknologi enjin kereta kepada kita sehingga hari ini. Jepun mengalami banyak penukaran kerajaan semasa kita berada di bawah pemerintahan kelima-lima perdana menteri kita semua.

Setahun Sahaja?
Shinzo Abe yang mula berkuasa (pada 2006) dan digulingkan (pada 2007) di dalam jangka waktu 5 tahun Pak Lah memerintah (2003 - sehingga kini). Persoalannya:-
Banyak lagi sebenarnya. Dapatkan perbezaan ini sendiri dengan menonton berita-berita di TV satelit dan Internet.

Amal Ma'aruf Nahyul Mungkar
Kekuatan rakyat itu terletak pada kemampuan mereka mendapatkan maklumat daripada pelbagai sumber bagi melakukan perubahan yang berkonsepkan Amal Ma'aruf Nahyul Mungkar (Cegah kemungkaran, sampaikan yang kebenaran).

Tak kira kerajaan Barisan Nasional atau pun Pakatan Rakyat yang memerintah, Amal Ma'aruf Nahyul Mungkar tetap akan dilaksanakan. Apa yang perlu ditakutkan oleh orang Islam, ialah Allah S.W.T sahaja. Setuju?

Contohi Jepun
Tentang salah-guna kuasa, itu tidak perlu dibimbangi kita semua. Kerana, kita boleh mencontohi Jepun dengan menggulingkan pemerintahan yang tidak memberi manfaat kepada kita semua, rakyat jelata.

50 Tahun, Dah Jemu!
Seperti mana yang berlaku sekarang ini, Barisan Nasional kelihatan bimbang sekali, kerana rata-rata rakyat Malaysia sudah jemu dengan prestasi yang menurun sepanjang 50 tahun BN memerintah di peringkat kerajaan persekutuan.

Golongan Profesional
Umum tahu, Pakatan Rakyat barisan profesional yang terdapat di dalam parti-parti komponennya. Terbaru, Tunku Aziz atau Mr.Transparency masuk DAP. Apalah salahnya kita bertukar kerajaan? Daripada tidak bertukar langsung.

Risiko Tetap Ada
Ini bergantung kepada diri saudara sendiri. Jika saudara ingin kopek durian, janganlah takut jari terluka pula. Itulah risikonya. Semua benda ada risiko. Tetapi sejauh mana seseorang pemimpin itu mampu mengawal atau menangani setiap risiko sesuatu senario yang dihadapi negara ini.

Tengok Pakatan, Tengok Barisan
Orang BN kata, PKR dan DAP tidak cocok dengan PAS, Mereka kononnya tidak mengetengahkan budaya Islam berbanding PAS.

Orang PR tanya bagaimana dengan MCA dan MIC? Apakah mereka cocok dengan UMNO, contohnya polisi yang pro-perkauman yang dipraktikkan UMNO selama 50 tahun? Tidakkah mereka ingin melakukan perubahan?

Jadi ini adalah masalah kelambu (dalaman) parti masing-masing. Kesimpulannya parti yang bijak akan diangkat atau dijulang naik oleh rakyat jelata.

Ingat Tabligh?
Banyak orang khuatir dengan tenggelamnya perjuangan Islam di Malaysia. Seperti mana gerakan Tabligh pada suatu ketika yang terpaksa berundur akibat bilangan mereka sedikit yang telah menyukarkan mereka untuk berdakwah, terutamanya pada anak-anak muda yang leka dengan hiburan yang pelbagai di media-media hari ini.

Usaha Tangga Kejayaan
Di sini timbul isu bilangan orang Melayu yang beragama Islam. Apakah bilangan mereka itu sedikit lalu akan menyukarkan dakwah bagi membentuk satu gerakan yang mempunyai objektif? Moralnya, jika kita mahu sesuatu itu, kita kena berusaha di pelbagai peringkat. Asasnya jagalah adik-beradik, anak-anak kita dahulu sebelum menjaga negara.

Ada Risiko, Tangani Risiko
Jika kita mahu agama Islam dijadikan asas pemerintahan, apakah orang bukan Islam sudah bersedia atau terdedah dengan 'apa itu Islam'? Inilah risiko yang perlu diambil perhatian. Saya yakin dengan pimpinan dari PKR, PAS dan DAP ini mampu mencapai kata sepakat bagi menawarkan satu kerajaan baru buat rakyat Malaysia yang sudah dahagakan perubahan dalam negara kita atau pun Reformasi!



Monday, August 25, 2008

Menjawab Soalan ainsopy


Menjawab Soalan ainsopy

BAHAGIAN I

Menjawab Soalan ainsopy:-
fuck you
kau x kenang budi ke????you have no atitude!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jawapannya:-
Siapa anda (mungkin kawan lama, mana tahu)? Budi siapa yang anda maksudkan?


BAHAGIAN II

Menjawab Soalan ainsopy:-
saya sebagai anak malaysia berasa amat terkilan atas perbuatan anda.tahukah anda,siapa yang telah bertungkus lumus menbantu memaju kan negara hingga ke tahap antarabangsa.kemajuan teknologi yang anda gunakan sekarang adalah diatas usaha mereka yang anda bangkang tolak sekeras-kerasnya itu dan diatas berkat allah taala!!!perlukah anda menjadi pembelot.?????walaupun mereka salah,perlukah mereka dipelakukan seperti begitu??adakah anda yakin kerajaan yang anda sokong dan julang sekarang dapat menbantu anda kelak???dan tiada yang sempurna didunia ini melainkan tuhan yang esa.saya mengaku bahawa saya tidak layak untuk memberi pandangan dan kritikan seperti anda.tetapi saya juga mempunyai hak untuk menasihati saudara seagama..

Jawapannya:-
Nampaknya saudara ini bukanlah kawan lama saya. Jadi tiada budi yang perlu saya kenangkan.

Kecewa benar saudara dengan sikap saya? Mengapa? Saya sering membuat video yang menghentam kerajaan? Tahukah saudara bahawa video-video itu majoritinya datang dari media kerajaan yang bertungkus-lumus seperti yang saudara katakan itu?

Tahukah saudara kerajaan sebenarnya meletakkan banyak para perisiknya untuk menonton setiap video yang saya keluarkan?

Tahukah saudara hasil daripada video itu, kerajaan telah cuba memperbaiki pelbagai kelemahan yang saya utarakan dalam video yang pedas itu? Saya bukan syok sendiri, saya telah teliti benda ini.

Kerajaan Angkuh (Salah-Guna Kekayaan Negara)
Kenapa saya tidak membuat suatu bentuk video yang bersifat biasa dan tidak melampau?
Jawapannya kerana kerajaan BN amat angkuh. Untuk berubah, mereka hanya layak dilambakkan dengan video-video yang pedas seperti apa yang ada di sini:-
http://www.youtube.com/user/malaysianews

Tahukah Saudara Mengapa Nama MalaysiaNews Dipilih?
Ini berkait dengan alasan strategi dalam mewakili suara rakyat, setelah semua media arus perdana diliwat oleh kerajaan BN.

Saya memilih konsep membandingkan berita kerajaan dan berita pembangkang di dalam Internet. Ini semua akan dinilai oleh minda si penonton. Jadinya, atas penonton yang bijaksana untuk terima segala kandungan video-video itu.

TV Kaku Bagi Pembangkang, Internet Tidak
Saya tak fikir video-video yang saya buat itu terlalu sukar untuk diamati. Lazimnya berita yang ada di kaca TV terlalu kaku bagi seseorang untuk berfikir. Ini adalah faktor ketiadaan maklumat tambahan yang kebanyakannya boleh diperolehi dari Internet.

Mengapa Internet? Kerana parti pembangkang tiada saluran media mereka di kaca TV. Akhbar mereka disekat menjadi media mingguan berbanding TV yang berupa media harian yang selalu memutarkan berita dan buletin UMNO-BN.

Hak Asasi
Saya rasa saudara perlu tanya pada diri saudara sendiri. Apakah saudara patut bersyukur terhadap kemudahan asas yang saudara perolehi setelah membayar cukai? Kemudahan asas seperti teknologi Internet itu suatu yang 'mesti' di dalam mana-mana negara yang maju.

Saya mungkin manusia jenis degil atau ikut saudara sahaja, apa jua label yang saudara selesa melabel saya. Tetapi itulah idea saya. Kita rakyat 25 juta, tidak perlu mengemis pada kerajaan dan mendewa-dewakan sang pemerintah kerana telah mengurniakan kemudahan asas seperti Internet, Jalanraya, Air, Elektrik, Keselamatan dan lain-lain.

Mungkin Pak Cik Makan Pencen?
Mungkin saudara ini seorang pak cik yang makan pencen. Saya hormat pada warga ini. Tetapi kita tidak boleh membiarkan orang yang kita undi menelan harta dan khazanah negara tanpa sebarang protes. Lagi pun bukan semua orang makan pencen. Tambah pula budak-budak UiTM yang berarak dan sekarang menganggur akibat tindakan mereka yang bestari itu yang mengundang pemulauan oleh kebanyakan syarikat swasta pastinya.

Saya anak Malaysia. Bukan saudara seorang sahaja. Saya mahukan hak saya disuarakan. Saya berhak bersuara. Saya berhak bersyukur, tetapi ada tempatnya.

Bagitahu saya, apa yang saya dapat dengan kerajaan yang ada sekarang?
  • Biasiswa
    Orang macam saya mana ada biasiswa. Saya tak dapat banyak A. Sebab itu saya mahu kerajaan BN yang bebal ini, memberi peruntukan untuk semua 25 juta rakyat jelatanya belajar tak kira umur atau pun A. Peruntukan itu dalam bentuk wang ringgit. Biarkan budak-budak yang dapat straight A bersaingan dengan orang late bloomer macam saya.

    Ada segelintir orang bukan Melayu mengejek orang Melayu dengan memberi gelaran pemalas. Rasanya mereka hanya cemburu dengan sesetengah orang Melayu yang terima biasiswa, maka sebab itu saya mahu semua. Semua 25 juta rakyat jelata peroleh biasiswa, tak kira apa agama dan warna kulit.

  • Pinjaman
    Orang yang lahir meminjam akan hidup berhutang sana-sini. Apakah ini, budaya yang ingin disemai pada generasi hari ini? Hanya orang yang tak pernah gagal sahaja yang tidak nampak kesan pinjaman. Bila tak pernah gagal, dapat biasiswa. Kalau duit kerajaan itu terhad, maka ketahuilah duit biasiswa itu juga, adalah datangnya dari keringat 25 juta rakyat jelata yang dirompak dengan pelbagai cukai langsung dan cukai tidak langsung (seperti kenaikan harga). Setuju?

    Pergilah borak-borak dengan kumpulan peniaga kecil. Tentu banyak yang pinjam sama ceti haram. Barang jualan mereka pun tidak laris. Sudahlah kos barang mahal dan tidak semurah kos barang yang dibeli peniaga besar. Inilah yang akan menggusarkan pemimpin. Apabila rakyat bijak berfikir dan bijak mengenal hak asasi mereka. Di mana kebiasaannya selepas itu akan ada bibit perubahan.

  • Insurans Kesihatan
    Ada orang yang tidak ada, ada yang tidak tahu pun mengenai pelan ini. Bagi kakitangan kerajaan sedaplah mereka membantai wang rakyat yang disedut oleh sektor kerajaan tanpa mengetahui nasib orang-orang miskin yang ketiadaan insurans kesihatan.

  • Rumah
    Suatu benda yang asas. Saya beranggapan kebanggaan atau rasa cinta-negara seseorang itu akan lahir, apabila diri mereka yang diiktiraf sebagai rakyat Malaysia bukan sahaja ada MyKad, malah rumah yang menjadi hal milik kekal (bukan sewa). Pada saya sewa itu hanyalah untuk pendatang asing.

    Tuntutan hak asasi saya sebagai seorang rakyat Malaysia mungkin agak tinggi tetapi bagi saya ia ibarat sehelai seluar dalam yang wajib dimiliki.

Kemiskinan
Bapa saudara saya mengatakan, di dunia ini akan sentiasa ada orang miskin dan akan terus ada kemiskinan di mana-mana negara pun. Itulah pemikiran seorang pensyarah UKM yang berlainan dengan saya seorang lulusan SPM yang lahir bersamaan tahun 1984. Pada saya, jika pemerintah itu bijak membahagi-bahagikan wang atau kekayaan hasil negara, semuanya akan bebas daripada belenggu kemiskinan harta dan kemiskinan ilmu.

Masuk Pintu Belakang
Ada yang kata, "Daripada kau duduk layari internet, berkebun dan bikin video ada baiknya kau terima tawaran bapa saudara masuk mana-mana kolej atau universiti kerajaan".

Saya adalah seorang insan yang tidak akan mengkhianati peluang orang lain. Kehadiran seseorang di mana-mana institusi pendidikan dengan menggunakan pintu belakang itu bukanlah cara saya.

Walaupun saya setuju semua 25 juta rakyat jelata yang punya MyKad perlu masuk menara gading dan dibiyai penuh kerajaan tetapi buat masa ini, sistem yang ada masih memerlukan satu perebutan tempat belajar yang terhad.

Akibatnya? Rakyat semakin bodoh kerana tempat belajar berkualiti yang terhad sehingga menyebabkan pembaziran dalam mendaki ke univeristi dan ketidakadilan dalam membela seluruh masyarakat Malaysia tentu tercetus sama sekali.

Imaginasi
Mungkin saya sudah dianggap oleh ramai pembaca blog ini, sebagai Mat Jenin. Hanya angan-angan kosong. Tetapi saya tetap dengan logik saya. Logiknya ada di dalam kemungkinan untuk membela 25 juta rakyat Malaysia dengan kekayaan alam semulajadi di Malaysia ini. Ia tidak mustahil langsung bagi saya. Lihat Melaka, ia pernah menjadi pusat dagangan terunggul di Asia Tenggara. Hari ini mana pergi jolokan itu? Singapura lah mana lagi.

Bukan Rakus
Saya bukan ingin menghabiskan kekayaan alam semulajadi Malaysia dengan menggunakannya tanpa mendatangkan faedah pada masa-masa yang akan datang. Sebab itu perlunya pelaburan penuh dilaksanakan kerajaan dalam penyebaran ilmu. Dari ilmu bertambahnya rezeki.

Tanya, tanya dan tanya
Tanya pada diri saudara sendiri, mengapa perlu ada menteri yang bergaji besar sedangkan rakyat berjuta-juta di bawah merempat, kais pagi makan pagi, kais petang makan petang?

Wajarkah jawapan diberi dengan berkata "Menteri hanya seorang dua, biarkanlah mereka bermewah-mewahan".

Siapa yang melantik menteri itu kalau bukan rakyat yang merempat itu? Ini bukan budaya menang-kalah judi. Ini soal pembelaan. Judi bersifat siapa bernasib baik dia kena.

Apakah sifat hakikat judi yang cuba disuaikan dengan naiknya dan mewahnya seseorang menteri itu? Menteri itu bukan bernasib baik. Tetapi rakyat yang berusaha menaikkannya. Oleh sebab itu, wajib si menteri membela semua yang ada di negara ini.

Jika saya seorang menteri
Berikan saya gaji RM900.00 ketika saya bujang dan RM2000.00 ketika saya sudah berkahwin setiap bulan. Itulah jurang gaji saya mahukan walaupun saya bernama seorang menteri.

Jika ada juga pihak yang berikan gaji lebih pada itu akan saya bantu golongan muda-mudi dalam membentuk masa depan mereka. Khusus dalam memperkayakan sahsiah dan ilmu di dada mereka.

Saya cabar kerajaan BN yang ada untuk mengamalkan pemberian gaji yang bercirikan rakyat biasa itu!

Memang satu cabaran bagi kebanyakan menteri, tetapi saya tidak banggakan dengan semua itu. Saya banggakan ilmu yang saya ada dan kebolehan memperolehi kemahiran dari masa ke masa (tidak statik).

Saya bukan Rosmah yang perlu bermewah-mewah tahap kronik.

Sambungan tanya, tanya dan tanya
Tanya pada diri saudara sendiri, mengapa perlu ada menteri yang membina mahligai berbilion-bilion, sedangkan berjuta-juta rakyat yang sedang berhempas-pulas membayar sewa rumah dan ada yang tidak mampu membeli rumah pun (mereka ini ibarat pendatang asing yang punya MyKad)!

Tanya pada diri saudara sendiri, mengapa perlu ada anak menteri yang mengamalkan budaya barat sedangkan dia bakal memimpin rakyat yang disuruh kekalkan budaya ketimuran?

Tanya pada diri saudara sendiri, mengapa perlu UMNO-BN mengamalkan dasar perkauman sedangkan kaum-kaum lain saling bantu-membantu dalam sektor pekerjaan?

Tahukah saudara Malaysia ini negara demokrasi? Tahukah saudara freedom of speech itu harus ada dalam sebuah negara yang mengamalkan konsep demokrasi?

Ada banyak lagi yang ingin saya luahkan. Saya cadangkan saudara bertanyakan saya dengan soalan yang lebih spesifik agar kita dapat kongsikan hujah masing-masing.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

VIDEO : Connect ASTRO To PC

I'm using the composite cable aka AV cable. Please refer to the video below:-


Connecting ASTRO Decoder to PC

Ashman Najib Tidak Berbangga Dengan Gambarnya Lagi ?

Selepas seorang dropout yang bernama Hanief berjaya memperoleh 19,491 penonton daripada video di bawah:-


Melayu Moden. Ashman kau bangga ke tak ni? Kalau ikut Budaya Melayu, jaga tepi kain itu dapat memelihara jiran tetangga daripada terjebak dengan 'Selsema Barat' (mana ada burung beb...).

Laman web untuk remaja riang aka Friendster milik Ashman Najib telah dikosongkan daripada gambar yang sekian lama dibangga-banggakan itu... Kini? Tiada lagi kelihatan gambar bertuah itu?! LOL!

Gua Hira' di sebelah barat laut kota Mekah

Kuil Sabarimala di Kerala

Mungkin Ashman telah mencari hidayah di Gua Hira' yang pastinya lebih baik daripada mandi susu di Kuil Sabarimala, Kerala sebagai seorang yang mengaku dirinya orang Islam (Muslim).

Habis semua kena buang dek tuan punya gambar. LOL!

p/s: Bapa kau (dengan video kau ini lah), Chua Soi Lek (Kongkek dalam Hotel dengan Mrs. Yam), KJ (skandal 3gp), Mahathir (pengakuan sinis) dan ramai lagi rata-ratanya kena OWNED dengan Internet atau tech. (teknologi).

Kenapa Saya Kata Pilihanraya Kecil Ini Penentu Perubahan Malaysia?

Hari ini rumah saya tiada air. Semua bil air sudah dibayar. Selalunya ada notis bekalan air terganggu dan sebagainya. Saya sangat marah dengan SYABAS hari ini. Saya sudah muak dengan sikap TNB, TMnet, SYABAS dan lain-lain. Macam lembu. Kena ada rotan. ZASS~! Baru bergerak.

Hormat Sebagai Seorang Islam
Saya orang Islam, jadi saya selalu beretika bila berbicara. Tambahan bila berbicara sesama orang-orang Melayu dari syarikat besar yang saya sebutkan tadi. Tak kira mana jua saya pergi, bila jumpa orang Melayu memberi servis, saya tunggu sahaja (servis mereka slow, sebab itu kena tunggu). Pernah saya tak tahan hati, lalu saya menasihati para pemberi servis ini. Hasilnya, mereka melenting. Mereka tidak boleh terima. Nampak jelas kerja yang mereka lakukan itu ibarat paksaan hidup. Rasanya mereka bekerja dalam bidang yang bukan mereka minat.

Survei, survei dan survei
Saya juga sering tertanya-tanya mengenai salah satu kelemahan-kelemahan ketara kerajaan BN seperti kekurangan tindakan membanci (bukan membenci). Banci atau pun survei amatlah penting bagi memenuhi segala kekosongan yang ada dalam apa jua sektor. Kita ambil kisah Nabi Muhammad S.A.W semasa di dalam apa jua peperangan, akan ada bancian para tentera yang ingin di bawa ke medan peperangan. Dari situ, sudah banyak mengajar kita sebenarnya.

Iran
Mei lepas, saya ke Iran. Saya nampak orang di sana hidup dengan penuh bangga (Bangga dengan bahasa mereka Bahasa Farsi). Sebuah negara yang pulih dari peperangan saudara pada sekitar 1980-an. Pada bulan Mei itu saya berjalan dan saya mampu membeli pelbagai makanan di sana dan berkomunikasi dengan para penduduk di sana. Saya terfikir bagaimana mereka mampu bangkit dalam tempoh 30 tahun dengan sekatan padu Amerika Syarikat.

Nabi Adam A.S
Walaupun ramai yang kecoh dengan pegangan Syiah yang mereka pegang. Itu tidak menjadi penghalang saya sebagai seorang Sunni untuk beramah-mesra dengan penduduk di sana. Yang pentingnya manusia ini datangnya dari Tok Adam (Nabi Adam A.S mengikut agama Islam).

Ada yang mata sepet, ada yang putih melepak, ada yang hitam legam, ada yang suwo matang, ada yang berambut kuning, ada yang bermata hijau, ada yang berketinggian 6 kaki dan ada yang rendah-rendah sahaja. Semua itu datangnya dari Tok Adam (Nabi Adam A.S mengikut agama Islam). Jadi pada saya, tak kira mana kita jejaki, kita semua sama. Semua akan mati dan di telan bumi.

Polis Boleh, Mantan PM Lagi Boleh
Berkenaan dengan pilihanraya kecil ini, inilah titik perubahan yang akan dilalui bagi seluruh rakyat Malaysia. Ada yang sokong Anwar Ibrahim dan ada yang tidak menyokong langsung serta percaya sumpah Saiful Bukhari dan Najib. Bagi saya, kalau polis boleh buat rasuah, boleh menipu, mantan (bekas) Perdana Menteri, Mahathir sanggup per'kuda'kan (peralatkan) badan kehakiman Malaysia, apa masalahnya untuk Najib menipu dengan senaskah kitab suci Al-Quran? Ada yang kata sumpah ini suatu budaya. Ada yang kata sumpah itu tuntutan agama Islam.

Siapa Tahu Allah S.W.T Buat Apa Sekarang?
Apa pun, ini semua urusan Allah S.W.T. Kita manusia kerdil sahaja.

Sekiranya Dia berkehendak untuk memberi balasan cash (serta-merta) pada Najib dan Saiful, saya rasa agama Islam akan diminati bagi kebanyakan warga bukan Islam di Malaysia dan luar negara. Tetapi tahukan kita sebagai manusia mengenai rancanganNya? Apa akan jadi jika Tuhan lanjutkan balasanNya? Oleh sebab itu saya puji sikap Anwar Ibrahim yang tidak memilih untuk bersumpah pada kali ini. Sumpah dahulu pernah dilakukan pada tahun 1998 berhubung tuduhan kes liwat pertama dengan Dr. Munawar Anees (penulis peribadi Anwar), Azizan Abu Bakar (pemandu kereta Anwar) dan Sukma Darmawan (adik angkat Anwar).

Hudud Lord Cromer
Anwar sebaliknya memilih mahkamah seperti kebiasaan dalam menuju kepada proses menghukum seseorang di zaman Nabi-nabi orang Islam. Cuma bezanya, di Malaysia tiada Hudud. Hudud untuk orang Islam sahaja. Yang bukan Islam tak perlu dihukum mengikut undang-undang Hudud. Di Malaysia kita pakai perlembagaan Malaysia bawaan orang British serperti Lord Cromer.

Mahathir & UMNO
UMNO konon mahu ikut Islam, tetapi guna undang-undang British. Sebenarnya sumpah itu dilakukan untuk kepentingan hayat politik UMNO semata-mata. Sayangnya penghulu UMNO yang bernama Mahathir telah dihalau keluar dari UMNO akibat kerja tangannya sendiri. Apa tunggu lagi Mahathir? Mana kau nak lari? Najib naik, selamatlah kau! Tak perlulah kau berhijrah ke luar negara bersama keluarga dan kroni-kroni kau. Habis rosak satu Malaysia kau kerjakan. Masa depan anak-anak muda hari ini dan akan datang punah-ranah.

Bayi Malaysia
Ibu-ibu yang mengandungkan bayi di bumi Malaysia menerima satu teriakan
"Aku akan menanggung hutang di negara ini wahai ibu"...
"Aku akan menanggung hutang di negara ini wahai ibu"...
"Aku akan menanggung hutang di negara ini wahai ibu"...

Sedih. Itulah pandangan saya pada bayi-bayi yang ada di dalam perut-perut para ibu yang tidak berdosa di tanah air ini. Kau zalim Mahathir. Kini Pak Lah pula yang yang meneruskan kezaliman acuan regim Mahathir dek kerana tersepit dengan prestasi pimpinannya yang jelas sekali gagal.

BN Tak Boleh
Saya tak percaya Malaysia mampu bangkit dengan pimpinan orang-orang BN (baik polisi mereka atau idea mereka). Harga minyak yang diturunkan, dimulakan di Seberang Jaya. Mengapa Seberang Jaya? Sebab ada pilihanraya kecil? Sebab itu saya sangsi dengan prestasi syarikat-syarikat besar seperti SYABAS dan lain-lain. Makin tak terurus walaupun ada gulu-gula minyak turun.

SYABAS Kepala Hotak!
Laman web pun bersepah. Sitemap pun link tak hidup. Icon pun pointless. Tooltips pun sama. Pekerja IT di SYABAS lebih bangsat daripada Hanief yang lulusan SPM ini. Lulusan luar negara mana yang korang angkut? Mongolia? Pukimak punya SYABAS (syarikat air yang bahalul). Baru semalam hujan hari ini kau catu air tanpa notis. Di Internet pun tiada tercatit. Buletin penuh dengan acara sukan puak-puak SYABAS. WTF? Punyalah susah nak navigate laman web rojak yang serba amateur itu. Pundek punya SYABAS. Dilaknati Hanief 100%.

Kampung Boleh Jadi Kota, Kalau UMNO-BN Digulingkan
Ada orang kata, penduduk kampung lagi susah tiada air berbanding aku di kota. Nah! Itulah kraftangan UMNO-BN yang kau buta tak nampak! Orang kampung kemarau kemudahan awam sebab duit ditelan mat kroni, projek mega dan handbag isteri pak-pak menteri yang rata-ratanya nak beli satu shopping complex kalau boleh. Cheh!

Lepas P44 Habis Aku Nak Buat Apa?
Apa yang saya tahu, tamat sahaja pilihanraya ini... jika Anwar Ibrahim kalah saya akan tinggalkan Malaysia. Survei pun sudah. Tinggal nak angkat kaki sahaja. Selesai sudah tanggungjawab saya untuk lakukan apa yang terdaya (dari talian Internet) sebelum menjelangnya 26 OGOS 2008.

Hijrah Itu Pengorbanan
Bumi ini bulat. Ciptaan Tuhan. Semua manusia berhak memilih di kawasan mana mereka mahu bertapak dan bersosial (samada dari kalangan orang-orang bebal UMNO-BN atau golongan yang mampu berfikir). Rasanya sudah tiba bagi saya memilih untuk bersama-sama golongan yang boleh berfikir di negara lain. Makin kekal UMNO di Malaysia makin bebal, bacul dan miskin anak Malaysia.

SPR Bayi Kerajaan Malaysia?
Mampukah SPR (yang dibayar gaji oleh kerajaan Pak Lah ini) menolak sogokan dan ugutan sang pemerintah? Kita tunggu dan lihat keputusan pilihanraya kecil P44 Permatang Pauh ini.

p/s: Cilaka punya SYABAS. Tangan aku penuh tanah, air tak ada nak basuh ni.

Menjawab Soalan boyjking


Menjawab Soalan boyjking

Menjawab Soalan boyjking:-
Anwar bacul kalau dia tak berani buat akuan sumpah.. Cakap tak serupa bikin.. Tak payah lah korang nak sokong anwar tu.. Baik sokong Tok Guru Nik Aziz.. Takbir....

Jawapannya:-

Aku sokong dua-dua.

Satu aku nak tanya, kau ni anak Nik Aziz ke anak Anwar Ibrahim?

Melayu Mudah Lupa???

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Hantu Susu Dah Kena Liwat

Nampak tak gelas dekat di bawah itu? Itulah Hantu Susu. Dia dah kena liwat dengan akuan bersumpah oleh seorang pemandu Nallakarupan (Nalla). Nalla ialah seorang rakan tenis Anwar Ibrahim 10 tahun dahulu. Nalla telah sertai BN seperti Ezam.

Hantu Susu

Berbalik pada Najib. Apa yang berlaku pada Najib? Telah banyak tuduhan yang berlaku ke atasnya. Antaranya ialah:-
Bersubahat = Bekerjasama

Kesimpulannya
Orang-orang BN yang hanyut dek 3 ta:-
  • Wanita
  • Takhta
  • Harta
Kalau tak faham sambung mengaji tahun depan.

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My Mini Nursery


My Backyard Garden


My Fish Tank


My Black Cat


Front Garden



Fullscreen View
I think it will be awesome if we could have the fullscreen feature in any Photosynth embedded player. To have the fullscreen view, just click at the Photosynth logo and proceed to their website.

Widescreen Monitor/View
This Photosynth will be much more awesome with any widescreen monitor. Just like the movie in widescreen. Anyway, 4:3 monitor is okay because there's a zoom-in and zoom-out feature.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Mahathir Is A Fucking Liar




STATUTORY DECLARATION from Dr. Munawar Ahmad Anees
Note to Readers. The following material is very long. It also contains certain explicit language and graphic accounts of events, which some readers may find unedifying. Certainly, *ALL* readers will find it distressing. We therefore urge maturity in reading it. Despite it's length, we urge readers to read it in it's entirety and to copy it, email it, print it, in full and unedited as widely as possible - online *AND* offline.
STATUTORY DECLARATION (Full text, unedited.)

I, Dr. Munawar Ahmad Anees, NRIC No: 480927-71-5139, of No. 474, Lorong 17/13A, Happy Garden, Petaling Jaya and of Kajang Prison (Banduan No. BKJ 7175/98 HL) do hereby declare and state as follows:

  1. At about 10.30 a.m. on 14 September 1998 I was at home at No. 474, Jalan 17/13A, Happy Garden, Petaling Jaya.

  2. I had just started checking my email on the computer when I noticed that about 10 to 12 people had suddenly come into the compound of my house. The front main gate into the house was open at that time. I heard the noise of people inside the house. I came down from the first floor of my house and on the way down told my wife, Nadia, that lots of people had suddenly come to the house. She came down as well.

  3. As soon as I entered the main living room on the ground floor, one man from that large group came to me and identified himself as Inspector Mazlan. He said that he was arresting me under the Internal Security Act for posing a threat to the national security of Malaysia. He immediately handcuffed me. By now I noticed that some from that group of people who had come in had seated themselves on chairs in the living room while others were talking to my driver.

  4. The entire group were in plainclothes and had no visible identification on them that they were police officers. I was not shown any warrant for my arrest. No one produced any search warrant.

  5. As soon as I was handcuffed one person who did not identify himself asked to go to my study. I asked for my handcuffs to be removed. He refused. About 5 to 6 of them then went to my study. The way they walked about in my house indicated familiarity with the place. They entered my study without my permission and ransacked the entire room. They went through everything there: all the drawers, my computer, the software, papers, magazines, books, everything that was there. This exhaustive search took them about an hour. They were careless and rough in their search and showed no regard for things. They removed everything that they could take: videos, audiotapes, faxes, disks, books, photos, magazines.

    They even opened several sealed letters that had just come with the mail. They took things from inside drawers, from the bookshelves, from within files. They took my tax returns and my personal and family photographs that were there.

  6. At one point one of the members of that group asked about the room that faced the study. I told him it was my daughter's room. Several of them went into that room but I do not know what, if anything, they removed from that room.

  7. My wife was with me all the time. She was frightened and terribly shaken at what was happening to us in our own house and was trembling. She was holding onto me and we were both trying to encourage each other, she more than me because I was already suffering from heavy palpitations at this point.

    I asked her for some water. She got me the water.

  8. The police placed all items taken from the first floor of my house and my study in a cardboard box which they had brought with them. They took me down to the living room and there announced that they were taking me away. I was never told what my offense was and I was never shown any search warrant or warrant of arrest.

  9. I turned to my wife and held her. She was on the verge of tears and my parting words to her were to be strong.

  10. I did not see my wife again after that until 19 September 1998 when I was taken to the court by the police.

  11. The police bundled me out of my house pulling me along by the handcuffs. I was placed in the back of an unmarked Proton car which had been driven into the compound of my house.

    Inspector Mazlan sat in the front passenger seat of the car and two other officers sat on the back seat with me, one on either side.

  12. After about a half hour drive I arrived at what I think was the Travers Road Police Station. The entire team of police officers got down from the car and once again I was bundled out of the car. The rest of the group of police who had been at my house also arrived there shortly after that.

  13. My breathing at this time was labored as my palpitations had worsened and my arms had gone numb. I complained to Inspector Mazlan but he ignored my request that I needed medical attention for my heart condition.

  14. I was taken into a room somewhere within a building at that Police Station. There in that room I was left standing while one of them emptied the contents of the cardboard box onto a large table and started to group and separate the things they had taken from my house. Inspector Mazlan then started writing a list of the items and when he was finished he asked me to sign several documents. I was neither given a copy of these documents nor was I allowed to read them. I have no idea of what was recorded on these documents and whether the list prepared of the items taken from my house was in fact a complete list.

  15. All throughout this process I was left handcuffed and standing.

  16. When they had finished one of the officers seated at that table turned to me and told me, once again, that I had been arrested under the Internal Security Act but he gave no details of the offense or any reasons for my arrest. He just told me that I was a threat to Malaysia. I could not understand this at all as I have never in all my years in Malaysia involved myself in anything that could be described as a threat to the country. He then wanted my personal particulars and started taking them down. He asked for my personal particulars and my family's particulars. This officer never at any time identified himself. He wrote down all that I gave him on some paper and asked me to sign. When I asked to read what had been written he just snapped at me to sign and not to interfere in his work. I signed.

  17. All this while my palpitations were causing my breathing to be very labored. I complained once again that I needed medical assistance. This request was ignored, again, but I was given a glass of water and a cigarette to smoke. I felt strangely lightheaded after the cigarette.

  18. I was kept in that room all the while.

  19. A little later another police officer brought in a typed document which he said was the official police report. It was in Bahasa Malaysia and again I was told curtly to sign it. I did so. I was not allowed to read it and it was also neither read nor translated to me.

  20. All the things taken from my house were then placed back in the cardboard box. When they were done Inspector Mazlan came over to me and said that I was now being handed to some others. He did not identify them but added that I would be in safe hands and that I must cooperate with them. He then left the room.

  21. After Mazlan left two of the men who were there in that room came over and held me in a tight grip so much so that I could not even struggle. A third man came over and blindfolded me. I was then led out of the room and guided and dragged into some sort of a vehicle. The entire exercise of getting me into the vehicle took some time. My vision was completely blacked out by the blindfold. It was necessary to climb up some steps to get into the vehicle and while the officers tried to guide me, I found my feet and legs suddenly heavy and weighed down. I found it difficult to walk and an effort to move. I was finally placed in a cage-like metal contraption in that vehicle. This contraption, which I examined with my hands, was triangular in shape and very small so much so that I could only crouch in it. I was left alone for a while in that cage in the back of the vehicle. It was hot and airless in there. After sometime I heard the sound of an engine starting and then the vehicle moved off.

  22. I think the vehicle traveled for about 30 to 40 minutes.

    At the end of the journey, when it stopped I heard sounds of metal doors being opened and footsteps coming into the vehicle. I was pulled out of the cage and then out of the vehicle.

  23. I had no idea where I was.

  24. Still blindfolded and handcuffed I was led/dragged away by two men. I heard other footsteps around me at this time but no one spoke to me or amongst themselves. I recollect I was taken through several doors because I heard them being opened and shut. They finally stopped and someone removed my blindfold and handcuffs.

  25. I found I was a small room. There were four men in that room. They were all in plainclothes and they immediately adopted a very aggressive confrontational stance against me.

    They were exceptionally rude and coarse in the language they used. They asked me to strip naked. I tried to resist but had no option but to accede to their request.

  26. My clothes, slippers, watch and glasses were taken away.

  27. One of them then took then took my fingerprints. It was a long session as he took multiple impressions on some 10 or so forms or other documents.

  28. I was then weighed.

  29. All the while these things were being done the four men kept making disparaging remarks in a dismissive humiliating style. I was pushed against a wall and my height was taken.

  30. I was then given a dark blue loose pajama type of pants and a T-shirt and told to get dressed. I did so. I was again blindfolded and handcuffed and then taken through a series of doors and probably up a flight of stairs.

  31. I was finally pushed through a door and when my blindfold was removed and my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that I was in a cell of approximately 8 feet square. There were two wooden platforms placed against the cell walls, one on each side. There was no other furniture of any sort. The cell had no window and ventilation was through two tiny ratholes at the bottom of one wall. There was no bedding or blankets.

    There was a small thin towel on one platform and beside it was a plastic bowl. The room was brightly lit by an overhead light that was never switched off throughout my stay there.
    The glare of the light could not be avoided from any position in that small cell. There was an old vent on one wall that made a continuous horrendous grating sound. This vent did not seem to be moving any air about and was also never switched off. No sound from outside came through the door. The cell was literally soundproof though at times I thought I heard the sound of coughing and heavy breathing as I was led out of the cell to various other places.

  32. Before my captors left the cell I was told, again rudely and in a dismissive style, that I had henceforth no name or identity, that I was number 26 and that I was only to answer to that number each and every time it was called.

  33. About 10 to 15 minutes later the door of the cell was slammed open and a man walked in and shouted out `26'. I was slow to respond and was severely reprimanded for that. I was again blindfolded and handcuffed, led out of the cell and moved about 10 paces or so. When my blindfold was removed I saw I was in another room. There was a man with a camera there. My handcuffs were removed and about 20 to 30 photographs were taken of me from various angles. I was then again blindfolded and handcuffed and returned to my cell.

  34. Whenever I was in the cell a small viewing hatch on the door was opened every few minutes to check on me.

  35. About 10 to 15 minutes later, I can only guess as to the time, the same guard again entered the cell calling me by my number `26'. I was once again blindfolded and handcuffed and made to walk about ten paces or so. When the blindfold and handcuffs were removed I saw I was once again in a room. This time there was a chair in the middle of the room. The chair had arms but no back. I was forced to sit in it and, against my will, shaved bald. I was then given a dustpan and a small broom and asked to sweep up my hair. When I resisted I was made to do so by my captors.

  36. When I had finished sweeping up my hair I was once again blindfolded and handcuffed and returned to my cell.

  37. Within a space of a few minutes - I had hardly time to sit on one of the wooden platforms - there was a loud knock on the door and it was violently swung open. This ritual of a loud knock and the door being violently opened was followed each time I was taken out of my cell.

  38. This time the guard walked in, looked at me seated on the platform and shouted that I was rude at not having wished him. I was warned that I was to get up and greet whoever entered the cell. Once again I was warned that if my number was called I was to respond immediately.

  39. I was now directed to take a bath. I was not asked if I would like to take one. I was directed to do so. I was given a small thin towel and a little piece of soap. I was not blindfolded or handcuffed but was told to keep my head down and not to look up. I was led out of my cell and one of the guards walked beside me forcibly keeping my head bent down. I walked down a long narrow corridor. There was just enough light in the corridor to walk by. On one side of the corridor I saw about 5 similar doors like those on my cell. At the end of the corridor there was a bathroom. I was asked by the guard to switch on the light in the bathroom. When I did so I noticed a sink and a squat toilet that had no door. There were protrusions on the wall from which presumably water was to come.

  40. As I got ready to take a bath the guard yelled at me to get on and to hurry up. The water was very cold. I started my bath but when I was halfway through it and while still having soap on my body he stopped me and then got me to dress and to get out of the bathroom. I forgot to switch off the light and the guard became angry and screamed at me that he wasn't there to serve me. I was rushed back to my cell with my clothes still damp. All the way back my head was once again kept forcibly down so that I couldn't look up.

  41. The one vivid memory I have of that dark corridor is that of a single waste basket outside one of the many doors - the only sign that I saw during my stay there that perhaps I was not the only occupant in this hell.

  42. A short while later the door opening ritual was repeated.

    I stood up to meet the guard. He walked in, handed me a small packet, said nothing and left. When I opened it I saw that it had a little rice and a small piece of fish in it. I couldn't eat the fish. I tried it and it had a peculiar rancid taste as if it was off. I ate some of the rice. I had hardly done that when the door opened again. I stood up and the packet was removed.

  43. By my estimate the time would now have been about 8 to 9 p.m. on the night of I was arrested. I thought that I would now be left alone. I was tired, dazed and disoriented, still having very heavy palpitations and labored breathing and intensely worried about my family. The heavy feeling in my legs and lightheadedness had returned after the rice meal and I felt very lethargic.

  44. Once again there was the now familiar bang on the door and my number `26' was shouted out. I stood up. The door opened and this time two guards walked in. I greeted them.

    They did not speak. They first handcuffed and then blindfolded me but this time the blindfold was different. It consisted of black glasses that wrapped around my eyes and blinker-like sides that completely cut out all light. I could see nothing.

  45. They led me out of my cell. They held me for a short distance and from then on gave directions and allowed me to grope my way. They were always by my side or a step behind.
    They always asked me to open doors. We went up a flight of stairs - there were 50 steps over five landings. At each stage one of the guards would position my cuffed hands on the railing and ask me to follow it up. I was told to count to ten steps and then turn to my left. I think I walked up 5 floors.

  46. After the 50th step I was asked to stop. One of the two swung me around and punched me in the stomach and said that he was `Mr. Nice Guy' and that I was `Dr. Feel Good'. I was then turned around again and pushed against a door and asked to open it. I did so and when told went inside. One of the guards came from behind and adjusted my blindfold partially.

    I could see where I was from the corner of my eyes and partially from below the blindfold.

  47. I was taken through a series of doors and then through something that had the appearance of a long dark corridor. I saw a red light at the end, somewhat like red light that one sees in a photographer's darkroom. On the left there were some doors. I had the distinct impression that there was an abyss on my right side and that if I took one step wrong I would fall into it. I was told to turn to my left. I did so.

    My handcuffs were now taken off. A moment later one of the guards took my blindfold off. I saw I was facing an open room. It was brightly lit. I was dazed, fazed out, blinded by the intense light and for the first few minutes after the blindfold was removed could make no sense of things.

  48. When I was finally able to focus I saw four stonefaced expressionless men seated on chairs behind a table. The two men on either side looked Chinese, the one in the middle left Indian and the one other Malay. My guards left me standing in front of the table. There was silence in the room.

  49. Suddenly the Malay man thumped the table and shouted at me in Bahasa Malaysia. I did not understand him and apologized in English for not being fluent in Bahasa. The Malay man then switched to a mixture of Malay and English and abused me for not speaking the language. He repeatedly kept saying `fuck', `fucking' as he abused me. The other three joined in as well. This went on for something like 20 to 30 minutes. I tried explaining that I could write and read Jawi but that as most of my work was in English and that all my friends spoke English there was never any great need to become fluent in Bahasa. After about 30 minutes or so the four of them stopped and the Malay officer suddenly slammed the table again and shouted at me in English that I had no manners, that I had entered a place where there were four seated officers and I had not greeted them. I was startled by his actions. I apologized to him, said I was sorry, that I had lost all track of time and place, that I did not know what to say to them. The Malay man stared at me and then said in Urdu "thum bahat jau" - you sit down.

  50. From then on my interrogators abused and assailed me mainly in English.

  51. There was a small double conical plastic stool in front of the table. It had no back or arms. I sat on it and found that it was unstable and rocked and swiveled at even the slightest move. I was unsteady on that stool and one of the two Chinese men shouted at me to sit properly. I tried to explain but before I could even do so he shouted, "Learn some manners, otherwise things are going to be difficult for you". I apologized to him and said, "Sorry, sir, the stool is unsteady."

  52. There was then suddenly a barrage of questions directed at me. One interrogator would ask a question, I would be in the middle of my answer when another would cut in with a second question. I would turn to the second officer and the third would attack me with a different question. I would turn to the third and the first would yell at me demanding his answer. As I tried to recollect my thoughts between the first, second and third questions, the fourth officer would cut in with yet another question. The questions were never related, there was no link between them though they were all directed at my personal particulars, about my work, something about everything but nothing indicative of any subversive or criminal activities. This style of questioning was consistently followed throughout my interrogation there though at times some of the interrogators would leave the room leaving behind two and, at times, one interrogator. I can only guess they went to rest but they never let me rest.

  53. While this was going on I heard the door behind me being violently kicked open. I turned and saw a man walk in. The four behind the table stood up. The man who walked in was carrying a thick heavy file. He walked up to me and hit the back of my head with the file and then shouted at me that they knew everything and that there was no need for me to misguide them or to hide. He said that they knew everything I did with Anwar. When I tried to protest that I did nothing except help write speeches, this officer menacingly said " I am giving you 24 hours. Within that period come up with what we want or we will be very very nasty with you." He went on to say that his superiors wanted the information from me within 24 hours, that by tomorrow they must complete the matter. He then hit the back of my head again with his file, thumped the floor with his shoes, shouted `Hidup Malaysia', turned and left. The door was heavily slammed shut behind him.

  54. When this officer left the room the Indian-looking man at the table pointed at me and warned me that the officer who had just left was the top-notch officer and added `You know what he wants. He wants facts, information. We want facts." I again protested that I had done nothing irregular but they were not interested in my protestations and continued haranguing me. They alternated in questioning me about my personal particulars, about my family, my work, regularly interspersing the barrage of questions with warnings that my arrest was under the Internal Security Act because I was a threat to the national security of Malaysia, that under the Internal Security Act I would never be bailed out and that no lawyer could ever see me.

  55. They would then switch to telling me that the Internal Security Act was not punitive but preventive, that they had invoked it in order to prevent perceived threats to the national security of the country, that I should not feel ashamed of my presence there before them, that they had arrested members of Parliament, Chief Ministers and other high profile figures. They described to me an attempt by a person known as Kitingan who tried to secede from Malaysia.

  56. In between all the verbal abuse, threats and advise, the Malay officer tried to impress me with his knowledge of Urdu by the use of the odd word or two or by singing a snatch of some Hindi song.

  57. I kept telling them, whenever they would let me, that I had made no attempt to attack Malaysia, that I had done nothing illegal or criminal and could not understand my presence before them and for their treating me in such a humiliating and degrading manner. They never answered me on that but would always turn things around and tell me that I was at a transit station and that my presence there was a favor to me and my family. One or other of the four would always warn me that if I did not co-operate I would be sent to a detention center for 2 years and that the detention would be further extended in 2 year multiples. I was repeatedly told that I would never see my family again and that I should consider this opportunity a blessing since everyone was giving me a chance.

  58. I couldn't understand what they wanted and what was this chance they were giving me. I would tell them this. They would then emphasize, in turn, repeatedly, about how senior people had been arrested for their own rehabilitation. They warned me that my perception of no wrong was mine and not necessarily correct, that in someone else's or his (the officer's) mind I had done wrong. They warned me that the Internal Security Act was to retrain minds towards goodness, to offer me a chance to realize my mistakes and an opportunity to repent. They would repeatedly emphasize that I could not lie as they knew everything and that my perception of events and ideas was totally wrong. They said that they would correct me and I must accept their perceptions. They warned me that they wanted me to co-operate and that if I did so the interview would finish quickly and I would be free but that if I didn't I would go to the detention center and it would be the end of my and my family's life.

  59. These warnings were repeatedly given to me every time I tired from the questions that were being continuously hurled at me. There was no let up in the interrogation or the threats or the warnings despite their being aware of my medical condition and my state of exhaustion.

  60. I had had just one small meal since my arrest early on the morning of the 14 September 1998. I had had no rest or sleep and had lost all track of time. I was sick. My interrogators did not care at all about my condition. At some point of time in the night or the early hours of the morning, shortly before they returned me to the cell, they began asking me whether I knew why I was there in their hands. I said I did not know and they would then tell me that it had to do with Anwar. When I would tell them that I was his English speech writer they would respond by saying that they knew. They would then ask me to think of my position and that I had to help them and the nation. They would tell me how.

  61. I knew of nothing wrong in my status of being Anwar's speech writer and friend. They would then alternatively yell, shout or advise that my perceptions were wrong and that they would tell me how to help them and the nation.

  62. They finally asked me to think of my status and that they would see me soon.

  63. After hours of this rough and humiliating interrogation I was once again blindfolded and handcuffed and led back down the five flights of stairs to my cell. I was pushed in and my blindfold and handcuffs were removed.

  64. I had been barely in my cell for a few minutes when the peephole opened and someone peered in and jeered at me. The person muttered abuse in Bahasa before slamming shut the peephole.

  65. I did not know what time it was. I could only guess that it was well into the morning of 15 September 1998. I was exhausted. I tried to rest on the wooden platform but was unable to do so with the overhead bright light and the noise from the vent.

  66. There was the loud knock on the door again and once more my number was called out and the door opened. I was already on my feet. I was asked to take my bath. Fazed out, dazed, exhausted I was led to the bathroom, my head held forcibly down. The water from the overhead pipe was cold. I had hardly started when I was told to stop and to get out. I did not even dry myself but hurriedly put on my pajama pants and the T-shirt. I forgot again to switch off the light and got yelled again because of that. I was led back to my cell, head down. My clothes were wet and uncomfortable and with the light on and the noise from the vent I could not sleep.

  67. A short while later there was a knock on the door. The number calling and door opening ritual was repeated. I was asked to put my plastic bowl outside the door. I did so and a guard poured plain tea in it. A slice of white bread was placed on a grill bar in the door and I was ordered to pick it up. I carried the bowl and bread into my cell. This was my breakfast.
  68. A little later my number was called out again and a man walked into my cell. He asked if I remembered him. He said he was `Mr. Nice Guy'. He said he was taking me to the Hospital.
  69. My chest pains, palpitations, breathlessness and numbness in my arm had continued from the morning of 14 September right through the night's interrogation.

  70. I was once again blindfolded and handcuffed and led down one or two floors. I was then put in a vehicle of some sort.

    I was unable to see out and both the blindfold and handcuffs were kept on throughout the entire journey. When the van stopped someone came into the back of the vehicle and removed my blindfold and handcuffs. I saw that it was the officer calling himself `Mr. Nice Guy' who had done that. He warned me that this was a special privilege being given to me and that I was to behave myself while with the doctor. He warned me that I was under their complete surveillance all the time.

  71. I can only guess that the time now would have been somewhere after 8.00 a.m..

  72. When I was first brought out of the van the sunlight bothered my eyes. I saw the emergency services signboard of the General Hospital, Kuala Lumpur. There were four police officers constantly circling me. I was taken to a see a lady doctor who wore a tag that, I think, read `Dr. Shymala Devi'.

    My number was given to the doctor. They also handed to her a file which they had with them. I was sent for an ECG and a urine test. I also had a chest x-ray done and then was brought back to the same doctor. She did a cursory physical examination and then prescribed five different medications which were handed to the police officers. I was returned to the van, placed inside it, once again blindfolded and handcuffed and taken back to my cell.

  73. They left me alone for a short while after that and then brought a small packet of rice with a piece of fried fish which again had the same rancid taste and was inedible. I forced myself to eat some of it but felt sick and uncomfortable and lightheaded immediately after doing so.

  74. After this `lunch' I was removed once again from my cell after being first blindfolded and handcuffed. I was taken up the 50 steps to the previous night's interrogation room. The same four officers were there. Their attitude, initially, was different. They started by talking about the hospital, how about they cared for me and how they were not taking any chances with me. One asked me to sit. The chair was unstable and I said that I would rather stand. I remained standing.

    After a while I was given a different chair.

  75. There was at first a preliminary exchange about the medication that I had been given at the hospital that morning. After that one of the four started on the interrogation. He asked if I had thought about things and about how I could help them and the country. I responded by talking about the Journal I had started and about how that had put Malaysia on the world map. They stopped me and warned me that I was on the wrong track. They asked me to concentrate on Anwar.

  76. I still could not understand what they wanted from me on Anwar and I asked them. Finally one of them asked if I had read the affidavits that had been published in the papers about Anwar. I said yes but not in any great detail. One of them said that there were sexual allegations, particularly of a homosexual nature, against Anwar in those affidavits. I told them that so far as I knew Anwar was not involved in any such sexual activities and that in all the years I had known him he had always conducted himself with integrity. I told them that it was easy to make such allegations. They said they would show me evidence. They asked me to think and concentrate on such homosexual activities. I asked if they were making allegations against me. They denied this and merely said they wanted me to think about these things. They said that their senior Officer wanted results and once they had results they would let me sleep and would not disturb me.

    I told them that I had never had a homosexual relationship in my entire life. They said they knew that that was my perception of things but that my perception of things was wrong, that they had to retrain my mind to see what was right and wrong, that they would show me how. Once again they went into how the Internal Security Act was there to help to rehabilitate minds and people. They said they would show me how. They said they did not want to fail with me and have me sent off to the detention center. They said that my family would be completely destroyed if that happened.

  77. For the first time at this session they also introduced a threat involving the presence of US agents in Malaysia. They said that the US agents were here and were working with them and were already checking into my background with a view to canceling my pending application for US citizenship and revoking my green card.

  78. For hours the interrogation veered between my rehabilitation, the retraining of my mind, the position and well-being of my family, the possibility of my being put away in a detention center, of losing everything I had, my wife, my children, my work, my freedom, of losing my pending US citizenship, of being ultimately deported from Malaysia. I was constantly reminded that I could help the nation, that Anwar was a threat, that the Senior Officers wanted results.

    The style was always the same with all four of them throwing questions at me and not allowing me to marshall my thoughts and answer them.

  79. As the interrogation progressed one or more of the four officers would, without warning, break into loose vulgar language. One would make statements like `Anwar fucks, you fuck' and the rest would laugh. Another would then make a derogatory remark about the Punjabis being big fuckers and offer me a cigarette.

  80. I always felt lightheaded after I smoked one of their cigarettes.

  81. The interrogation would then switch back to my work, my vulnerability being an alien in Malaysia, my family, and then, just as suddenly switch back to vulgarity and Anwar and homosexuality. They would make lewd remarks, asking me about the size of my penis using expressions like `dick', `cock'.

    They would ask me for its length, its diameter, asking me whether I would like to put it in someone's `arse'. They asked how I would feel if I had someone's meat `shoved up my arse', whether I would like to put my `meat in someone's arse', that they could arrange `it' and everything else there, that when I went to the detention center I would have `it' done to me regularly.

  82. This switching in the interrogation continued unabated right throughout the time I was with them. Except for the brief periods I was in the cell the interrogation never let up. Sometime in the course of the second day one new interrogator joined the team but the interrogation was usually conducted by four of them at any one time. Gradually they began to introduce Anwar's name more into the abuse and began to make him play a more active part in their lewd descriptions of homosexual and non-homosexual sex. They began to make suggestions that Anwar enjoyed homosexual sex. They asked me to think about homosexual sex, about `fucking' Anwar, about Anwar `fucking' me. They asked me to groan as if I was being `fucked' and enjoying it. In that situation, in their hands, I had little choice but to groan and moan as my captors wanted me to. I acted as they wanted me to. They were bullies and I was in their hands. They asked me if I sucked cocks and then asked me to pretend I was sucking a big lollipop. They asked me if I had seen Anwar's cock and then asked me to pretend I was sucking the cock of the `DPM', as one officer crudely put it. As I acted out the demeaning, humiliating parts they gave me, they laughed and asked if it was good.

  83. By the end of the second day the long hours of interrogation, the lack of sleep, and the lack of decent food had left me completely disoriented and exhausted. My health was deteriorating and I was extremely worried about my family.

  84. I was only given my medication when my captors remembered to do so.

  85. I remember the second day's interrogation ending with my interrogators' warning to me to think about all they had said and that they would be seeing me again shortly. They said that I could give a great gift to the nation and that the country would be forever grateful to me. Their parting words, in unison, were `Fuck Anwar'. I was then handcuffed and blindfolded and led back to my cell.

  86. I had no idea of time.

  87. My cell had no pillow or anything that even remotely resembled comfort. The wooden platform that was to be my bed was half my height. If I lay down straight half my body hung over the side. The only way I could lie on the platform was in the fetal position. The light and the sound from the vent made sleep impossible.

  88. The walls of the cell were thick and appeared soundproof.

  89. Each time I was made to walk the corridor outside my cell the silence of the place had overwhelmed me. I heard no sounds other than an occasional cough and so sensed there were others in the cells adjoining mine.

  90. Lying there curled up in that fetal position I could only replay in my mind what my captors had repeatedly drummed into me: the sex acts they asked me to act out, the vulnerable position that I was in, that my wife and children were in. I thought repeatedly about the US agents I had been told were already here working with my captors and wondered what lies were being told to them. In that silence, in that cell I was alone and very far from normalcy and truth and felt increasingly that no one could help me or my family. We had no money, no savings, nothing. I thought of being detained indefinitely, of losing my job, of my family being destitute and alone in a foreign country, of the influence of the Malaysian police on the US Government to cancel my immigration green card and my pending US citizenship application. I thought of being penniless, of being deported with no visible means of support. I thought of all this and I thought of sleep and food and the love of my family and I cried.

  91. I had done nothing wrong but I was deeply frightened. I felt hopelessly outnumbered and very vulnerable.

  92. I dreaded the knock on the door and the calling of number `26'. But it inevitably came with my bathtime. I was slow again and again I was scolded as if I was a child. I was bundled down the corridor, with my head held down, into the bathroom. Once again I was hurried out of the bathroom, the bath incomplete and sent back to my cell.

  93. A little later I was given breakfast. It was the same weak tea in a plastic bowl and a slice of plain white bread that was placed on the grill bar for me to take as if I was a beggar.

  94. Another knock, another call of number `26' and tired as I was I stood up, waiting for my captors. This time they came with the blindfolds and the handcuffs and blindfolded and handcuffed I was once again, alternately led, guided and dragged by the cuffs up the 50 steps. At the top of the 50 steps the blindfold was taken off and the guard made lewd gestures with his hands and fingers and then pushed me through the door. I was not made to turn left as previously but dragged past a maze of doors along the corridor which was dark save for a red light, as in a darkroom, in the far distance. I kept fearing the impression of a black abyss that seemed to flank the corridor on my right and feared stepping off into some sort of void. I was taken through a final door and walked into a room which was as before brightly lit.

  95. There was one man seated alone at a table. I had never seen him before. He asked me to sit. I did so and he then asked me for my personal history. I was too tired to resist or to ask why they were asking for the same information repeatedly. He wrote everything down. He questioned me on everything I had done, my childhood, my studies, my work, my family, everything. It was a long exhausting session.

    Everything was `Why?'. Even as to the birth of my children it was `why? why were they born?', or the death of my father, `why? why did he die?' At times this officer drove me to desperation and to despair. But he never stopped hammering away at me.

  96. Sometime during this interrogation the original four officers entered the room and joined this fifth officer. They then took over the interrogation while the fifth officer left the room. The four reverted to the trend of the first two days. They warned me and then threatened me and abused me in turn. They threw questions at me but did not wait for answers. Each cut into the other's line of questioning and kept interrupting my train of thought. I was warned that I had been sacked from my jobs, that the US investigators had completed their work and were about to return with their recommendation that my green card and citizenship be revoked, that I still had time to co-operate to save myself and my family, that they would tell me how I could help the nation and myself. They kept on drumming into me that my perception of things was wrong, that I had forgotten, that I had to listen to them. The abuse centered around my penis, its length and size, human genitalia, vaginal and anal sex. They never stopped talking about sex, repeatedly stating that they had to fuck Anwar. They made me simulate anal sex by lying down on the floor. They instructed me to first `fuck' someone and then be `fucked' by someone. They asked me to groan and moan while I was doing it.

  97. The fifth officer came back into the room and joined the original four. He took over the questioning but this time went on a new and different line. He said that he had been to Pakistan, said that sex there was repressed and regressed. He said that homosexuality was a way of life in Pakistan and suggested that I should share my sex life details with them.

  98. It became apparent that this routine and the haranguing was going to go on for ever. Truth and my denials were getting me nowhere. I was at the point of collapse and could not go on. I knew I had to play along with them.

  99. The fifth officer took out a cigarette from a pack that was in his pocket and offered it to me. I was always given a cigarette from a black pack. The officers when they smoked always seemed to take cigarettes from other packs. The cigarette tasted unusual but good. Every time I smoked one of their cigarettes I felt strangely lightheaded and `woozy'.

  100. He suggested that it was natural in Pakistan. I looked at him. He stared at me and then pointed at my anus. I was dead tired. I nodded my head. He smiled and said `good'. It now became a sequence where they asked questions and I nodded in acquiescence and when they asked for details I made up whatever pleased them. Gradually they made up a story about a non-existent `Parvez' and some University liaison. They wanted me to be the active partner and insisted on that feature in the Parvez story. I denied this but they would have it no other way stating that it was the Pakistani way of life.

  101. The original four interrogators then repeated the fictional Parvez `story' to me and made me repeat it to them, again and again, all the while reminding me that my perception of things had been wrong, that I had forgotten and that they were helping to rehabilitate me and to remind me, insisting that those in a homosexual relationship cannot give it up.

  102. At one point in their haranguing and their suggestions that I was a homosexual I asked if they knew biology and suggested a medical examination would confirm homosexuality.

    They ignored this and for a long time made me talk about the male and female sex organs. They wanted graphics and made me draw these, over and over. They talked incessantly about anal sex, giving me extensive biological details about the size and shape of the penis in relation to the male anus.

  103. They switched, as they pleased, between graphical and explicit sexual details and threats to me and my family's future, between the good of Malaysia and Anwar being a threat to the country, between prolonged detention for me and the promise of non-disturbed sleep, between being a destitute and penniless and a golden future in a new Malaysia rid of Anwar, between Pakistani society's repressed sexual urges and University sexual exploits in the US that they had read about in magazines.

  104. They wanted details of University sexual activities in the US and when I had none to give, refused to take no for an answer. They claimed they knew all about what happened in Universities in the US, that the girls did nothing but `screw' all day and all night long, that sex was cheap and easy and free there. They insisted, again and again, that I had a free sex life there. They suggested, in turn, the number of times I had sex a day. One of them would suggest twice daily, then the next would increase to three, the third officer would suggest five times. They settled finally on 5 to 6 times a day and kept on repeating the numbers, asking me to tell them, to tell them, to agree, to agree until in desperation I nodded my head even though nothing like this had happened. And immediately the let-up in their intensity of questioning and the comment, "See we told you. It is there in you. Your perception of things is wrong. We are helping you." A cigarette from the black pack was always given to me a as reward whenever I gave in to them.

  105. Then they would start again. Again the same style, the same repetitive questioning. This time they would ask for details of oral sex in US Universities. They would describe it and then expect me to endorse things. They asked for names. I had none to give and they wouldn't accept that. They said I had to give them names. I gave them a fictional name `Joe', and once again there was an immediate but momentary let-up in intensity. And then they wanted more details about `Joe' and I had to make them up. When I did so they gave me a cigarette as a reward. The cigarettes always had an unusual taste.

  106. A long time after `Joe' was created they stopped and after blindfolding and handcuffing me they sent me back to the cell. Their parting words to me were that Anwar had brought me to Malaysia to `screw' him, that I should think about that, that they would see me soon. They shouted `fuck Anwar' and sent me off.

  107. I had by now no idea of what day or date it was. I had no idea of the time. My last sight of sunshine or the sky had been when I was brought back from the Kuala Lumpur General Hospital. My passage of time was regulated by the knocks on my cell door, my hasty scurried baths, the scanty breakfasts I was given, the dreaded journey up the 50 steps and the interminable long hours in that room with my interrogators.

  108. My division of days in this statement is by the number of `breakfasts' I was served.

  109. There was no sleep huddled on that wooden platform in my cell.

  110. The ritual hurried bath, accompanied by abuse and rough handling, and the tea and slice of dangled bread came soon after I was returned to the cell.

  111. Then there was the same knock, the call of my number `26', the blindfold, the handcuffs and the long climb back to the interrogation chamber.

  112. This time there was one Chinese interrogator in the room. He was alone and he started the interrogation before the others came by once again taking down my particulars and then questioning me on the Journal that I had been editing.

  113. Shortly after that a second interrogator came in and cut into the questioning by lecturing me on culture, ideology and religion. He said that he was educating me. When he tired the Chinese officer took over and went back to the Journal. They switched between the Journal, the lectures, my role to Malaysia, the needs of my family, my status, and the cancellation of my detention order.

  114. The other two came in progressively and took their seats. There was an immediate warning when all four were there that I was wasting their time and that I had to get on with things, to move on, that their senior officer was waiting for results. They repeatedly warned me that my detention order under the Internal Security Act was ready.

  115. They asked for dates and times of sexual encounters. I had none to give. They became angry and abusive and threatening. They went back to sex in the US and asked for more names.

  116. I fabricated an `Andre'. There was again a momentary let-up in the interrogation, again a statement about my perceptions being wrong, that I had forgotten, that they were reminding me and correcting them, again a warning that if I concentrated the pattern would surface, that I had to have a tendency towards homosexuality. They nodded in agreement, smiled, gave me a cigarette, claimed to know about this fictitious `Andre' and said that they had been told about `Andre' by the US agents then in Kuala Lumpur.

  117. `Andre' was someone created by me that morning in absolute desperation.

  118. This went on for a long time.

  119. Sometime during the interrogation they brought me a packet of the same rice and peculiar tasting fried fish that I had been given previously. All the rice meals they gave me tasted `off' and made me uncomfortable and `woozy'. I ate what little I could of it but the questioning continued even during that.

  120. They then introduced the previous session's sexual scenario into the interrogation and started pressurizing me for details. When I had none to give they asked that I think about them while they waited for their senior officer to come back. In the meantime they went into other details and descriptions of oral sex.

  121. Then the reverted back to their pattern of interrogation but now began to concentrate more on Anwar. They reminded me again and again that Anwar was a homosexual, that I had `fucked' him, that they had proof of it. They opened a bag, took out some photographs and threw them on the table. These were normal regular photographs. Two were of me, one alone and one with a person known as Khalid Jaffar. There was another photograph of a person they said was `Mior'. I did not know this `Mior'.

  122. I remember two of the interrogators leaving at one point and then returning and bringing with them some of my written work taken from my house. One of them made an immediate threat when he came in that I was playing tricks on them. He claimed that he had tried printing material from a disk taken from my house and was unable to do so because I had hidden the material. I denied this, telling him that he had been probably unable to read the file. He warned that the detention order was still pending.

  123. Suddenly one of the four screamed at me to stand up. I did so. All four came from behind the table and surrounded me in a very aggressive manner as if they were about to assault me. One of them literally had his face in mine. They all screamed at me, in my ears, loudly, again and again and again, that I had fucked Anwar, fucked Anwar, fucked, fucked, Anwar, Anwar. They screamed and screamed and screamed, in my ears, at my face, at me, again and again, over and over asking me to say `yes' until I gave in and broke down saying yes, yes. They stopped screaming. That was what they wanted to hear. They were not interested that it was untrue.

  124. They gave me a cigarette and allowed me to smoke it.

  125. The interrogation continued.

  126. There were frequent interruptions between the interrogators. They kept switching topics.

  127. Whenever it suited them I was made to lie on the floor and simulate anal sex with Anwar. I was asked to alternate as if I was on top of Anwar and then Anwar on top of me.

  128. All this was humiliating, and depressing and degrading.

    It descended into vulgarity both in their actions and in their words. But they never stopped. They embarrassed me, ridiculed me, laughed at me, claimed I had a prized arse, reminded me that not many people in the world had the privilege of `screwing' and being `screwed' by a Deputy Prime Minister.

  129. These were all lies but I had to suffer them, listen to them.

  130. They repeatedly drilled into my mind that my perceptions were wrong, that they were educating me, rehabilitating me, showing me how I was helping Malaysia and my family, that my only way out from there was to give them what the nation needed.

  131. They came back to the issue of sex and placed the photograph of `Mior' on the table. They asked for details of the man. I told them that I did not know him. They said I had `screwed' Mior. I denied that.

  132. They went back to Anwar and anal sex and my perceptions.

    Step by step, by alternately shouting and screaming and questioning, by cajoling and threatening, by warnings about detention and my family, they made repeat after them again and again, that I had engaged in sexual misconduct with Anwar on several occasions. They made me say that I was sorry about it all, that I was ashamed and repented that all this had happened. At stages they would stop to ensure that the information had been drilled into me and would then continue.

    They made me say that I was forced into it because I feared for my job and that if I refused Anwar's advances my employment would be in jeopardy, that I would lose important financial resources. They made me say that it hurt me a lot that this kind of behavior was coming from a person who claimed to be a pious Muslim and that he had betrayed a lot of Muslims in this country and the whole Muslim world who had looked up to him as an inspiring leader. They made me say that every time I engaged in this act it was a disgusting experience for me. These were all lies made up by the ISA officers.

  133. They wanted to fix details and asked me to choose a month. I could not because there had never been any homosexual relationship between me and Anwar. There was nothing for me to choose. They said they would help and then started going through my work in Malaysia. They went through the details; that I first met Anwar in 1984; that I first came to Malaysia in 1986; that I only visited in 1986, 1987 and 1988; that I first began living in Malaysia in 1988. My interrogators were struggling to fix a time. My interrogators settled on March 1993 because in their interrogations they determined that after 1993 my speech-writing activities for Anwar were reduced considerably. This was because Anwar became the Deputy Prime Minister and Finance Minister and his emphasis was more on finance and I could not help. Sometimes when an intellectual speech was to be made, a draft would be faxed to me and I would edit it.

  134. They knew from their interrogation of me that in 1993 I lived at Bukit Damansara with my wife and children.

  135. So they picked the month - it would be March 1993. I traveled a lot at that time and hoped, to myself, that I had been abroad in March 1993 - I could have been in New Delhi, or Casablanca or in Qatar for a conference or back to my home in the US. I did not tell them this.

  136. They determined for the purposes of their fabricated version that Anwar would call me over for a chat, that this would be about a week or 10 days after he became DPM, that I would go over, that this would be my last informal contact with him.

  137. Then there would be the demand that I endlessly repeat the details they had settled on until they were drilled into me.

  138. And so it went on and on until they had made up the whole story. There was no rest for me, no let up in the intensity of their interrogation.

  139. When they were finally satisfied with my repetition of the details they switched back to telling me that the higher authorities had been contacted about me, that they were happy with my co-operation and performance. They offered me a cigarette and then left me alone in the room for a short while.

  140. A little later another officer walked in. This was the person who eventually took me to see a magistrate for a statement to be recorded from me. He was very stern when he walked in. He shouted at me to stand up. I did so. He came and stood in front of me. He said that they were canceling my identity card, that steps had been taken to send me to the detention center and then eventually to deport me. He declared that my US citizenship was in serious jeopardy and that the US agents in Malaysia looking into things had decided to revoke it. My family had been told to pack up. He warned me that I had nothing left unless I agreed to serve the country, that I had only one option and that was to co-operate with them. He then started on a very emotional speech about loving Malaysia, about sacrifices, about fighting for and giving one's life in defense of Malaysia, about defending Malaysia, about going to jail for Malaysia.

    He screamed at me whether I was prepared to do all that. He screamed `answer, answer, answer.' I was stunned and all I could say was `yes, yes, yes'. He thumped his shoes on the floor, raised his arm in the air and shouted `Hidup Malaysia' and then turned and walked out.

  141. I stood rooted to the floor and was still standing when the four interrogators walked back in. They asked me to sit and told me I had done a good job. They offered me a cigarette and told me that it was only 4 to 5 months and that I shouldn't worry. This was the first time there had been any mention of these 4 to 5 months and I asked them what they meant. They said that was the sentence I would get. I protested but they said I was not to worry. They offered me another cigarette and laughed and said I had a great `cock'.

  142. The earlier officer walked back in again. He asked me to stand again and told me that he had spoken to his seniors and everything had to be done that day, that night. He was waiting for his senior officers to arrive. He left the room in the same way, a thump with his feet on the floor, a raised arm and a screamed `Hidup Malaysia'.

  143. A little later he returned and spoke privately to the four interrogators. Two of the four then left the room. At this point four new officers walked in. I had never seen them before. All those in the room saluted the four newcomers.

    Three of the newcomers went and sat in the chairs that had been originally occupied by the four interrogators. One of the four stood near the door. The `Hidup Malaysia' officer also remained standing. The remaining two original interrogators now left the room, shutting the door behind them. The others addressed the man who sat in the middle as `Dato'.

  144. This `Dato' spoke first in a cold tone. He started by telling me that they were after Anwar and that they wanted him. He said that Anwar had done great damage to the nation and that I could help them a lot by agreeing to admit to a homosexual liaison with Anwar. He added that this would be a service to the nation and would be a sacrifice for which I would be handsomely rewarded, that all my problems would be resolved, that I would be given Malaysian citizenship, that I would be given very well paid jobs and more importantly that I would be a free man and that my family would remain intact.

    He assured me that they would liase with the US agents to resolve my US citizenship status satisfactorily. He said that his officers had told him I had agreed to die for the nation but that he had no desire to punish me since I was a victim of Anwar's lust and after all what was 4 to 5 months when compared to death. He concluded by telling me that by helping them to get Anwar I was helping to rid the nation of a traitor and that they were after Anwar and not me.

  145. The man on the Dato's left then took over. He said that they would arrange for me to be taken to make a statement of a sexual liaison with Anwar and that things would be all right after that. He said that they would make all these arrangements subtly, that their officer would brief me further on the language but that they could not come into the picture as otherwise Anwar and his men would accuse the police. He made no mention of court proceedings, of a sentence or of a jail though he kept assuring me to believe in them and to trust that they would look after all of my and my family's needs. They consoled me that my wife could call on them for help at any time and that my safety and that of my family was their main concern.

  146. I was numb from fear and worry.

  147. When he was finished the three seated officers stood up.

    The junior officers saluted, everyone of them shouted `Hidup Malaysia' and they all left.

  148. This must have been very late into the night. I was left alone for a few minutes. Then all the four interrogators walked in. One came over and slapped me on my back and said that I had done a good job and that they could now `fuck' Anwar Ibrahim.

  149. One of the four interrogators left the room. A little later he returned with their `senior' officer. The senior officer told me that he was happy with me and that my NRIC would not be canceled. He added that he would discuss the details of the matter with his seniors and would come back to me but that in the meantime I should think about things and should rest.

  150. I was then blindfolded and handcuffed and taken down the 50 steps and returned to my cell.

  151. Once again I was asked to take an early hurried bath and then given my tea and slice of bread. But unlike the previous days I was not after that immediately taken to the interrogation room. Instead I was left in my cell.

  152. Some time later one of the guards came into the cell and told me that they were taking me out. I did not understand what he meant. He handed me the clothes and slippers that I had been wearing when I was arrested and asked me to get dressed.

  153. I was then once again handcuffed and blindfolded and led out of the cell. I think I was taken one or two floors down and then put into a vehicle. I recollect the vehicle being driven for a long time. It then stopped and I heard a door being opened and a short while later my blindfold was removed. I noticed I was in a van with oversized blacked-out windows. They immediately replaced the blindfold with a pair of glasses which were "fuzzy" and did not allow me to focus.

  154. They then transferred me to the back seat of a Proton car. I was wedged between two officers. The car moved off and after a short drive someone suddenly removed the fuzzy glasses . I noticed that we were in the vicinity of the Sultan Abdul Samad Building. One of the officers beside me put a jacket over my handcuffs, presumably to hide them. I noticed that the car was being driven erratically. One of the officers pushed me down on the seat so that I could not be seen.

  155. When the car stopped I found that I was at Bukit Aman. I was asked to get out of the car and one of the officers removed my handcuffs. I then saw one of the senior officers who had interrogated me walking towards the car. He spoke to two of the officers who had been in the Proton car. The three of them took me to a cafeteria where they ordered some food.

    This was the first meal I had had since my arrest.

  156. While we were at the cafeteria Inspector Mazlan who had arrested me came to the table and told me that that he was now handing me over to another officer. There was an Indian officer with him at that time. This Indian officer was later identified to me when I was warded in the Cardiac Rehabilitation Ward of the Kuala Lumpur General Hospital as `Rajakopal'. I am now told by my lawyers that Rajakopal is the named complainant on the charge sheet filed against me in the Kuala Lumpur Sessions Court. I had never met or seen this Rajakopal before that day. This Rajakopal only stayed there a short while.

  157. Throughout the period I was at that cafeteria the three interrogators stayed with me.

  158. After Rajakopal left, the senior officer once again started telling me that my family would be proud of me and that they were safe. He reminded me that I was doing them and the nation a great service for which I would be remembered.

    He then said it was time to take me for the statement to be recorded from me the way I had been briefed the night before and then added as an obvious warning that all my Internal Security Act detention problems would be resolved after I had given the statement.

  159. They again put me in the car and hid me by making me bend forward. When the car finally stopped and I was taken out I noticed that I was in the Court complex.

  160. At the Court while we were walking I was constantly being reminded of what I had to say in my statement to the magistrate.

  161. We sat down in one of the rooms for a while. I think they were having trouble because photographers were following them. They wanted to avoid the exposure. We went to an office on 2nd or 3rd Floor. They had hustled me through a maze of corridors. I could not keep track of where we were going. I was then brought down and made to walk to a room where I was told a magistrate was waiting.

  162. ASP Mazlan had accompanied me to the Magistrate's Court.

    A senior ISA officer was also there. ASP Mazlan went into the Magistrate's room and took me in. The ISA officer waited outside.

  163. The Magistrate talked to me in Malay. I said that I needed an interpreter. An interpreter, I think he was called Affendi, was brought in. At that point the Magistrate told ASP Mazlan and the other police officers who had accompanied him to leave the room. That left only me, the Magistrate and Affendi in that room.

  164. The Magistrate wrote some particulars on some ruled paper. She had some sort of guide-sheet on her left to which she kept referring. She wrote a paragraph or so; her name, etc. .... am here with ....my name.... She wrote and read it back to me.

  165. She asked me whether I agreed; whether I wanted to change anything or add anything, etc.

  166. I said, "no".

  167. She wrote my name, her name, my I/C., her I/C No., etc.

  168. Then she signed and asked me to sign.

  169. At some point she asked if I was there of my own free will and made a remark about my being alone in her room. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry because she was completely missing the point that I had been brought there by my captors and interrogators, that they were waiting outside her room and that when I was finished I was going to be handed back to them and taken back to my small cell. My life and my freedom and that of my family was in the hands of the police. They would surely know everything that was done or said in that room and they had in fact told me that they would get a copy of what had been recorded there, so what free will could I exercise.

  170. The irony of her writing that I was making a statement of my own free will and reading back that statement to me and then asking me to sign it hit me very hard. She read back that statement to me. She signed. She asked me to sign. She repeated that only the three of us were present in that room.

    We signed again.

  171. She then asked me to give my statement.

  172. I narrated all that I had been asked to state by my captors.

  173. After she recorded my statement I signed as she requested. When she was finished she called back ASP Mazlan.

    The other Internal Security Act officers were waiting outside. After I had been handed back to ASP Mazlan and the Internal Security Act officers, I was handcuffed, placed in a car and taken to Bukit Aman. There I was made to sit in a room in the Tower Block. I think this was on the 10th floor in ASP Mazlan's office.

  174. While there I was once again fingerprinted and photographed.

  175. A little later ASP Mazlan came to me and commented on the statement I had given to the Magistrate. He said that it was weak and that it had no dates or time in it or places or details. I told him that my interrogators the previous night, in particular the senior officer, had briefed me on what to say in the statement. In fact that senior officer had reminded me once again that afternoon of what was at stake in my life if I did not stick to what was expected of me.

  176. ASP Mazlan then asked me whether I had a lawyer. I said I did not. He said to me that I was not to worry and that he had one for me. ASP Mazlan never at this point of time, or before or after that, tell me that my wife had already engaged a lawyer for me and that that lawyer had already been in contact with Police Headquarters right from the first day of my arrest.

  177. He then made a telephone call and spoke to someone. I did not know who he was talking to. He mentioned a name to me - Yacob Karim - and after telling me that he was to be my lawyer handed the phone to me. This Yacob Karim reminded me that we had met at a conference in Sarawak. This was once some six years ago. I had never met this Yacob Karim after that and did not know where his office was or his telephone numbers. I was nevertheless relieved that here at last was someone I had met, even if once six years ago, and that perhaps I would get some assistance from him. Yacob Karim said that he would see me soon. I thought I was speaking to Yacob Karim while he was in his office.

  178. About 5 to 10 minutes later ASP Mazlan said to me that he was taking me to this lawyer, Yacob Karim. We left his office and ASP Mazlan took along a copy of the statement recorded by the Magistrate.

  179. I was mentally prepared to being driven out of Bukit Aman to some office somewhere. Instead the elevator stopped at either the 3rd or 5th floor. I thought that ASP Mazlan was stopping there to pick something else up. He asked me to get out and follow him. We entered a room in which I saw a table and two chairs. I was asked to sit. Hardly had I done so when this Yacob Karim walked in through another door.

  180. All I can say is that it was a pre-arranged thing and that when ASP Mazlan spoke to Yacob Karim a little earlier this Yacob Karim was already there in the Police Headquarters.

  181. Yacob Karim sat at the table across from me. His first statement to me was that he was sorry that it, the sodomy, had happened to me. I was shocked at this as it showed that he had been briefed by the police and even more shocked that he believed it. He had a copy of the statement with him.

  182. ASP Mazlan and another unidentified police officer were present throughout the time I was with Yacob Karim.

  183. Yacob Karim then proceeded to tell me that arrangements were being made and that I would be taken to a Sessions Court the next day and that I would have to plead guilty to a charge and to admit to the offense. I asked him why I was being asked to plead guilty and he replied that otherwise they could not proceed with the case against Anwar. He said arrangements had been made to get me a light sentence. To every question that I asked him after that he gave me a stock answer - "Don't ask me. Ask the Police."

  184. He then proceeded to ask some brief questions about my background, made some handwritten notes and added that he had got my background from the police. He kept assuring me throughout that the sentence would be lenient and that it would be a few months. I tried telling him that I had done no wrong but he in reply told me that I should not worry and that I was doing a great service to the nation, that the nation of Malaysia would remember me for these services.

  185. Yacob Karim left after that.

  186. Yacob Karim never at any time spoke about fees or being retained by me or about informing my wife about my situation.

    I am now not surprised at the way he attended to me that afternoon since his conduct then and subsequently clearly showed that he was working together with the police in denying me my rights.

  187. After Yacob Karim left, three of my previous interrogators came into the room. One of them was the Malay officer who had persistently interrogated me since my move to the interrogation center. They reminded me of the arrangements made for the next day and warned me of the consequences if things went wrong. I was reminded that my family was vulnerable and that my sacrifice was small for their and my well-being. I was told that the US agents were waiting for the next day's proceedings and would leave after that and that my US citizenship was secure. I was told that the nation was proud of me, that it was only a small favor for Malaysia.

  188. I was cautioned to be strong the next day and to plead guilty as the lawyer had told me to do. I was told that I had to believe the senior ISA officers and that all their promises would be fulfilled. They told me that I had to understand their difficulties because Anwar's people were now my enemies and that they would try to burn my house down and to hurt me and my family. They said that I had to be away for 5 to 6 months so that things would quieten down but that after I come out of prison there would be a job waiting for me. During these 5 to 6 months, they said, my family would be looked after and that they had already talked to my wife. My wife now tells me that no one from the Police Headquarters called her or gave her any information about my whereabouts.

  189. After all these warnings I was locked up in a cell at Bukit Aman and left for the night.

  190. By next morning I was a wreck of a man with worry. I was asked to dress in the same clothes that I had worn when arrested. I had slippers on my feet and was given a skull cap to wear to hide my bald head.

  191. I was taken to the Court complex by ASP Mazlan and several other police officers. They adopted various cloak and dagger tactics to initially keep me hidden and away from the hordes of photographers there. I was finally taken into a court. I was shivering and my palpitations were very strong.My breathing was labored and I had difficulty controlling my bladder. I remember at some stage somebody giving me something to wear to stop the shivering but it did not help.

    I remember at some point in the middle of the court proceedings being no more able to control my bladder and having to be allowed to go and urinate.

  192. I was then taken into a Court by ASP Mazlan and many other police officers. Yacob Karim was in that Court. I saw ASP Mazlan and the other police officers spread themselves around the Court. Yacob Karim came to me and handed me two documents. He said it was the charge which I had to admit. I saw the documents for the first time that morning. Even in my condition I was shocked at the details. Yacob Karim told me not to question anything, just to plead guilty and then, when asked, to acknowledge that I knew I could be punished for the offense. He then showed me another sheet which he said were the facts of the case. He said that when the facts were read to me I was to admit them and say nothing else. He told me that he would attend to the rest and that everything had been taken care of.

  193. At one point before the judge came into the Court I saw a man come near me. He said that he was a lawyer and that my wife had appointed him to act for me. This man pointed at Yacob Karim and asked who he was. Yacob Karim came to where I was and stood there. This man spoke to me rather abruptly and asked who appointed Yacob. I pointed at ASP Mazlan. ASP Mazlan appeared angry and immediately gestured that I shouldn't involve him and pointed towards Yacob. I saw some of the other plainclothes police officers start to move. I panicked, wondering what was about to happen and feared for my wife and children. Yacob who had been quiet suddenly found his voice and said he was my lawyer. I lost control of myself then, out of sheer fright. My head was full of the Internal Security Act, the threats made to me and my family, the presence of the police there in the court, the warnings that Anwar supporters would kill me and my family, the need to keep secret the details of the police as they had demanded. I felt that if I made a single move that displeased the police my family would be hurt, that they would bring down their full force to bear down on my wife and my two young children.

    I had already felt the force of their strength.

  194. I screamed at this lawyer words to the effect that he had no right to communicate with my wife or to invade my privacy. I hoped with that outburst to appease my captors so that they would leave my family alone. I then spoke out loud for ASP Mazlan and the other police officers to hear that I had nothing to do with that lawyer coming there.

  195. At some point when I was in that court I saw my wife there. She appeared petrified, as if cast in stone. She seemed unable to move like an animal caught in the glare of the headlights of a moving car. She didn't even blink. She was totally helpless. So was I.

  196. This was the first time I had ever been in a Court. I haven't even had a parking violation in my 23 years of continuous living in the US.

  197. The proceedings moved fast after that. I did what the police expected of me. I was trembling uncontrollably throughout the proceedings. Even a jacket which was placed over me did not stop me from shaking and shivering uncontrollably. No one seemed to care. The words, sounds, sights all floated around me as if I was in a daze. Yacob's mitigation was now in a written form. I was sentenced and then handcuffed. Yacob came to me and told me not to worry.

    ASP Mazlan came to me and said I now had to face the cameras.

    I was taken out and met by hordes of photographers. I was moved to a cell in the Court complex. Before leaving me there ASP Mazlan came once again to me and said that the Inspector General of Police was very happy with the way I had handled myself in Court.

  198. After the Court proceedings I was sent to Kajang Prison and from there, on 23 September 1998, because of my deteriorating health, I was rushed to the Institute Jantong Negara (National Heart Institute) and then transferred to the Coronary Rehabilitation Ward [Ward 29] at the Kuala Lumpur General Hospital.

  199. While I was at the CRW (Ward 29) in the General Hospital I was visited at various times by police officers together with Yacob Karim. They were uninvited visitors who kept on trying to alternately threaten, convince and advise me against filing or proceeding with an appeal against the false conviction and sentence recorded against me on 19 September 1998 by the Kuala Lumpur Sessions Court. One of the officers who came to the CRW ward 29 was a Chief Inspector Rajakopal whose name is recorded as the complainant on the charge sheet filed in Sessions Court in my case.

  200. The Prison Officers guarding me at the General Hospital are maintaining a log book of all my movements and visitors while in Hospital. This has records of the various visits by Yacob Karim and the police officers coming together, sometimes beyond regular visiting hours or days.

  201. I state categorically that I have never had a homosexual relationship with Anwar Ibrahim or with anyone else. I further state categorically that the details of the alleged homosexual relationship contained in my statement made to the Magistrate and those given to the Court by the prosecuting agencies and Yacob Karim on 19 September 1998 were untrue and were fabricated by the police.

  202. I was interrogated over long and continuous sessions. I was always removed from my cell as No: 26, always blindfolded and handcuffed. I was systematically humiliated by my captors who always remained unidentified. They stripped me of all self-respect; they degraded me and broke down my will and resistance; they threatened me and my family; they frightened me; they brainwashed me to the extent that I ended up in Court on 19 September 1998 a shivering shell of a man willing to do anything to stop the destruction of my being.

  203. I have done no wrong and I am innocent. I am a happily married man with two lovely children. I was just doing my work and enjoying it. My captors and my interrogators have destroyed all that. They have wrongly made me a criminal and taken away my freedom. They have destroyed my self confidence and embarrassed me. They have shattered the peace, harmony and happiness of my family and my simple home.

  204. I have had a long standing world wide reputation of being a respected intellectual individual. It took me years of hard work to achieve this status. The bibliography of my work annexed to this sworn declaration is testimony of my work. My captors for the purposes of their criminal objectives have unjustly destroyed my image.

  205. I did no wrong and I am innocent. God knows that.

    and I make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the same to be true and by virtue of the provisions of the Statutory Declarations Act, 1960.

Subscribed and solemnly declared by the above-named Munawar Ahmad Anees
sd Munawar Ahmad Anees
NRIC No:480927-71-5139) at Kuala Lumpur, Wilayah Persekutuan, this 7th day of Nov, 1998)

Before me,

Manmohan Singh a/l Chanan Singh
(Commissioner for Oaths, Malaysia)

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