Honey - I miss you

On September 30th at Auckland Airport, New Zealand security confiscated  two jars of Manuka Honey, each weighing  500 gm, from my hand luggage.  I was perplexed because I had not seen any notice at the Airport to inform me that honey is a restricted item, like knives, sharp instruments and all forms of liquid.

I had the gall to ask the officer why and I was brusquely told it's a gel.  A gel??   He then took the two jars and another 250gm jar  and   chucked them into the bin.  When the spouse inquired if they were to be given away to a  charity  he was curtly told that they would be thrown away.  It was sad I thought.  Three jars of nature's health food, made and packed in NZ were destined for the rubbish bin - this in a country that is religiously concerned with and practices a high standard of conserving and recycling.  I wonder what the bees'  Union has to say about this wastage!

When I got home I decided to check up on how honey could be linked to a potential  act of terrorism.  The key words were hydrogen peroxide  (H2O2).   Honey had the capacity to produce small amounts of this  'lethal stuff' which is commonly found in cleaning agents like bleach.  But it was precisely H2O2 which made honey ideal for treating infected wounds and other bacterial disorders.

But then, hydrogen peroxide was said to be one of the ingredients in the bombs that failed to explode in the July 21, 2005 London bombs and since then honey has been damned and banned.

http://www.popfi.com/2010/01/07/bottled-honey-is-a-dangerous-security-risk/

So I guess I should  grin and bear the seizure of my three jars of honey - for the safety of  air travellers. 
But  these  incidents only caused me greater confusion.

Firstly,  why was I told that  I  could make up my 'loss' by buying honey at the duty-free shop  at the departure lounge!   What is the difference between honey bought at the Airport's duty-free lounge and those  purchased at bona fide  Supermarkets like Pak N Save  and  Tourist shops  outside of the Airport?

Secondly,  when I started unpacking at home, guess what I found in my handbag which had gone through the same machine as the hand luggage?

The One That Got Away

Now this is the most unkind cut of all.

While the contents of my hand luggage were being rummaged,  next to us at the counter was Todd,  ( we caught his name from the tag of his hand luggage.) a New Zealander in his mid-thirties.  Todd's problem was rather different.  He had in his hand luggage a vicious-looking  work knife - steel, folding, and almost 6 inches long and a large bunch of wire.

Our honey was summarily disposed of with no questions asked.  Todd's bag of tricks, however, seemed open to lengthy negotiation.  When we left the counter, bereft of three honey jars, the Security officer was still opening and closing the knife, trying to decide what to do with it ( and the equally potent bunch of wire) and patiently listening to Todd pleading to be allowed to keep his toys.

Well, honey chile ............"If you can pour it, pump it, squeeze it, spread it, smear it, spray it or spill it, then it is a liquid, gel, or aerosol" according to the (USA)  Transportation Security Administration.



P.S.  I'm having a wee bit of trouble with this new post editor.  If you can't get the video please click  "Read more" at the bottom.  Hope it works. HELP!

Kampung to Kampung

Paekakariki ( a Maori word meaning perching place of the kakariki or green parrot) is a village
located 45km northeast of Wellington with a population of 1731 according to the 2001 Census. Paikok - as the inhabitants fondly call their village - has been spared the onslaught of expansion because of her tight location

between the sea and the hills and thus successfully maintained her rustic , dignified simplicity.

Right now the village is facing the tumult of the election for Mayor.If I were a resident I would certainly elect Peaches but I would not put my money on it because two-legs will always win over four-legs.

However, with residents like my wacky and independent-minded sister-in-law Bride and her husband Graham you never can tell. If they believe in giving shelter to all manner of feathered birds like the peahen that transmogrified itself into a peacock, chickens (but now reduced to just one), several generations of cats, and penguins under their house - Peaches might just be the next Mayor. She'll be cheap to upkeep - just tins of dogfood and crunchy dog biscuits.

Paekakariki was and still is the spouse's hearth and kampung. He grew up here from the age of 11 to 22 and all his family members are ensconced in this village. The old family home at 52 Tilley Road is still there.

I also lived in a kampung at Pasir Panjang (Singapore, not Negri Sembilan) from the age of 5 to 22. But unlike Paekakariki, it has been wiped off the face of the earth, taken over by middle-class terraced housing. Pasir Panjang was also placed between the hills and the sea but her fate was very different from Paekakariki's.

This was the house No. 691 Pasir Panjang Road which my father built at Kampung Abu Kassim, Pasir Panjang in 1950.

52 Tilley Road is still standing proud but not 691 Pasir Panjang Road.

So tomorrow we shall make another hijrah from City to City or kampung to kampung?
The not-so-dynamic duo will soon be observed at the tosay stall in Taman Tasik Titiwangsa on Sundays, Insyallah.

The Lemon of Paekakariki

Seventeen yesterdays have gone by since I wrote my last posting. And today I will break that lull with this photo-posting of yesterday, Sunday September 26.

Sunday had been a grey day with drizzle and rain all day. And all day and night the wind was having a hey day. The waves were still raging mad just like the last week or so. This was what I could see from the so-called sun room.

However, it hadn't been too cold to stop me from wandering about 3, Sand Track to take more pictures before we leave for Kuala Lumpur on the 30th.

This is the view from the back of the house.

And this is on the other side of the gate.

Two or more blackbirds had been playing hide and seek in the garden but I just could not catch them on camera. I had to be contented with this series of photographs before my fingers got too cold.

The back garden from the top.

The side view of 3, Sand Track.

From the verandah looking out to the sea.

But this is my favourite. It's the lemon tree...

......and the lemon on the keyboard. That's me!

Good - night all. AsH is back in town.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri

To all dear friends, young and old, near and far, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin from maznoor and iain.

And to my adored sister Maznah and much-loved brother Mustapha and their families




The New Zealand Family

Come earthquake or hail or storm we will be with the other half of the family until 30th September with Lely aka pickled herring as chaperone Insyallah.

I have not seen my sisters-in-law and their families for nearly five years. Bride and Jane many, many, many, moons ago.

This is as good a time as any. G'day Kiwi rellies!

Ah, Sun - Flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller's journey is done:
William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Yankee Gone Home ?

It happened quite quietly, not much fanfare.

Very unlike Operation Shock and Awe that these two, Genghiz Blair and Alaric Bushstarted in 2003.

The new kid on the block - on August 31 - got his boys home in time for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

The boys will bring back such photographs for the family album, so they can tell their offspring "this was what Daddy did in the War".(It shows an American G.I. taking a photograph of a dead Mahdi fighter)

Never mind that they left behind such bloodshed, pillage, carnage, chaos, a raging civil war and almost complete destruction of the infrastructure of a nation that was historically and culturally more civilized than the upstart bullies of USA.

So 4,400 US invaders and over 100,000 Iraqi civilians died. In the eyes of Israel the lives of 10 Palestinians are at par with one Israeli Jew. In the case of Iraq, one dead G.I. is worth 22-23 dead civilians.

And yet they are frothing at the mouth about the construction of a Mosque and a community centre on private property in Lower Manhattan, in accordance with local laws and ordinances.

This is not the end. The terrorisation of the Muslim world still goes on in Afghanistan and new ones will probably happen in Iran, Yemen or Sudan? It is but one chapter in the long-running saga of American Imperialism.

Where I Left Off Last Night ...........

Fast forward from pre - 1940s to the 1950s.

This textbookfor sekolah2 rendah Tionghoa (Chinese primary schools), written in 1958, a year after independence was a sign of the seriousness attached to making Bahasa Melayu Bahasa Kebangsaan (Malay as the National Language).

This is clearly articulated in the Foreword.

The then Minister of Education was very supportive of this effort "to unite the various races" in this fledgling nation of the Federation of Malaya.

As an aficionado of old school textbooks I find this a very attractive text. The colours and the illustrations are so typical of Chinese school textbooks. I remembered looking at my classmates' Chinese textbooks and thought they were brilliant - especially the colours. Here are an assortment of examples so you can see what I mean.



And here's the Glossary

Fifty three years later, I wondered what had happened to this noble aspiration?

Despite the policy of having Malay as the National Language, vernacular Chinese and Tamil schools thrive in this country unlike the situation in neighbouring South East Asian countries.

However it is difficult to mould a one - nation mentality when the likes of Hindraf and Dongjiaozong are pushing the goal posts in Malaysia for their selfish and bigoted agenda.

On Being Rash

It never rains but it pours.

After the infection and the antibiotics, it was followed by a rash because of an allergy to the penicillin in the antibiotics! The treatment is worse than the ailment and so I have no choice but to give in - rashly and recklessly - to more drugs, to steroids and toxic chemicals. Scritch! Scratch!

The only antidote was to go fossicking in my junk roomwhere I located these dictionaries made for the Empire's Sahibs.

Today English language learning is categorised into TESL (second language), TEFL (foreign language), English for Specific Purposes (ESP), English for Academic Purposes (EAP) and various other descriptions.

Well, during the heyday of the British Empire, the 'vernacular' languages were also studied for specific purposes. Take this dictionary (1927) 'Cooly Tamil'.It was described as "Cooly Tamil as Understood by Labourers on Tea and Rubber Estates. Here's a sample page.

The Chinese language was somewhat spared this denigration because China under the Manchus, or the Kuomintang, or Mao Tse Tung and the present Government was a power to be reckoned with and the West cannot afford to patronise this Middle Kingdom. There is this book (1922) Who else would find this book useful but the Straits Settlements Police Force in their hunt for members of the Chinese Secret Societies?

In Malaya, guide books to the Malay language (just as in Tamil) took on the tone of a master to subordinate relationship. McHugh's 'Handbook of Spoken Bazaar Malay' (1945) dealt with

The 'Malay for Beginners' (1928) provided this interesting conversation.

The Malay language was also used by the Tuan to communicate with the Chinese and Indians in Malaya. Besides that it was also used as the 'lingua franca' between the three non-white races in the Malay Peninsula. According to McHugh

He also claimed "Bazaar Malay is a very easy language. This is a major reason for its widespread use by different races. A few simple rules only are required to speak it and to be understood by any of the Malay-speaking people peoples in Malaya, Sumatra and many parts of Java and the surrounding islands. It differs from good Malay, as spoken by Malays to each other ....avoids complicated grammatical forms and uses borrowed words."

As a result 'good Malay' became mongrelized and subverted by all because it was 'easy' and served the dubious function of Malaya's 'lingua franca'.

No one was more aware of this than Munshi Abdullah in 'Kesah Pelayaran Abdullah'. He wrote this in 1886.

1.
Translation by R.O. Winstedt

2.
Translation by Winstedt.

Okey dokey. I'm knackered. Munshi Abdullah (and Winstedt) shall have the last words and I shall have the last song.