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Thank you

It's been a month since Dahlia was published.... I would like to thank all my friends who bought and read my debut effort.... Special mentions to those who actually gave My Dahlia kind reviews. I say "kind" because i am sure they've read better written book, but since this is my first, these lovely people was (I feel) very generous in their praise. They are: - My Brother Ahmad Fuad Jaafar,  - My friend Fadzil Nor (the first one to actually read and gave me a review and even bought the ebook via Google Play, thank you so much Fadzil),  - My long lost (but glad we found each other on FB) cousin Zaimi Jismi,  - my wife (mmwah mmwah),  - my MBA brother Sukman   Thank you all. Coming soon.... ok not so soon. A sequel to My Dahlia.... here's and excerpt. Redemption of Sam   I recognize him immediately. Older, but still has that boyish look about him. The goatee gave him a rather pious look. I look away and smile to myself. “What’s

My Dahlia FAQ

Since (successfully?) publishing my first book, and sold 25 copies to date.... I have been bombarded by repeated questions which I feel obliged to list and provide the answers to herewith ( with Malay translations ):- Q: What is the book about?   S: Buku ni cerita pasal apa? A: This is a collection of 7 short stories, which is back-dropped by my home town Muar.   J: Cerita merapu yang konon-konon berlaku kat Muor. Q: How did you find time to write? S: Boleh, ek, engko ada masa nak menulis?  A: This book was compiled from a number of writings that I have done over the last decade or so in my spare time.   J: Ada laah, masa boring-boring... Hobi lah katakan. Tapi, lama lah jugak.. sepuloh tahun ada kot. Q: Where did you get your inspirations from? (Actually no one asked me this but I wished they did)   S: Mana engko dapat idea cerita-cerita ni? A: All of the stories have something to do with stories I heard when I was growing up in Muar. We hear rumors about our neighbor&

My mission: World Dominion

WHAT would you say to your 18 year old self, if you can go back in time? It's just another way to say, I wish I knew then, what I know now. It's just lamenting about the things that should have been... Like Sinatra said, Regrets...? I have a few... Ironically, I fancy that I have a chance to talk to my 18 year old self. He has manifested himself in my son, Afiq. I should not insult him (Forgive me, Afiq). He is at least a few hundred times better than who I was 33 years ago in many ways, except maybe in frivolity. I was frivolous. But, I realise, too, that frivolity is a sign of a person who like to enjoy life. A person who lives in the present and in the now, not wanting to care nor worry about what the future holds. Now that I am the future of my 18 year old self, I feel bound to ensure that my sons (both Afiq and Aiman) will not make the mistakes that I have made. Then, I ask myself, didn't some old guy came to talk to me about not being frivolous? Didn't s

Can't Rely on your Children

The life plan of people of my generation was laid out thus; get good grades, get a good job, get married, get children… and hope that your children will remember that you had to get good grade, hold down a good job to get married and raise them. So, they too will need to be sure that they get good grades so they can land a good job, with good pay, so they can give some back to their parents. Filial piety is and has been our culture, and is taught by all religions, but we must stop this vicious circle. So, to all parents, I say, do not burden your children and please be self-sufficient. Do not put pressure on your children. Don’t put them on a guilt trip, repeating the overused phrase of “One mother can raise 10 children, but 10 children cannot take care of one mother” . That’s unfair. Those children have children to take care, too. That mother who raised 10 children lived in a different time than the 10 children. If you children do remember you, and take very good care of yo

Rollercoaster and Life

Here is something I learned from Kak Long. After her SPM, she was still undecided of what she was going to do. I was worried when she finally decided she wants to study medicine. I was worried, not because I doubted her abilities, but I was afraid that she had chosen that field because we (my wife, my mother-in-law and I) thought that she should be a doctor. Later, Kak Long told me, the real reason she chose medicine, was that; looking at the subjects she has to take, she thought she can handle those in medicine, rather than learning physics and add maths. I laughed, and commended her. I liked the practicality of her answer, rather than a naive but noble ones like, I want to find a cure for cancer. Well, maybe she will. Thus far she's been doing well. She has her priority straight, I guess. Which is something prevalent only in the women of our family.  The men folk are frivolous, and only seek instant gratification. Ok, maybe I just described 95% of all men on earth, but, it