Atchafalaya Swamp

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

No More Mr.Nice Guy

Yup, Mat Salo has graciously exited Bolehland (with passport duly stamped and endorsed) and am now fidgeting anxiously in my base office in Balikpapan waiting for my boss to grant me the honor of giving me "face time".

And no, it's not about the raise I didn't get.

Ancient Mariner said something in his blog the other day in a response to some comments, ' . . . I stopped trying to be Mr. Nice Guy a long time ago'.

And that sat me thinking.

The Good Captain, fortunately has his untold wealth of experience behind him to be able to say this. Down the line, I suspect, most of us will eventually adopt a similiar attitude, but for the moment we'll blame it on our misplaced Youth.

In deep conversation with man-of-the-moment, Rocky Brew

And he also said, ' . . . but I blog merely to inform, to educate and even to entertain as the case may be. It has never been my intention to force anybody to put on their thinking caps.'

It was Ancient Mariner's apologies for declining to be tagged you see. Apologies duly accepted, Sir, because I was one of the two who had tagged him.

Sorry, Cap'n, but he's always got me more-or-less with my "thinking cap" on, as with his other posts - that to me isn't just merely "to inform, to educate, . . . or entertain", as he put it. It's not intentional, I know - but for whom the bells toll?

Ancient Mariner seen with another ancient - Chegu Bernard, The Infamous Unmasked Zorro, with the latter claiming that he is more "ancient" one.

As bloggers (and readers) with our own individual quirks, we never know what stokes one's fancy. One mans meat / another man's poison, that kind of thing.

Another man-of the-moment, Datuk Ruhanie Ahmad (left), a former 14-year MP and vociferous back-bencher who runs two blogs: Kuda Kepang (in Malay) feat.Toyol Code and Ron Cyber Prince - being "interviewed" by The Mariner. Or is it the other way round?

Basically, I'm agreement with the Mariner, because the thing is, as bloggers we're such a diverse lot, and we need to celebrate this diversity. Where else, can you find glorified roughnecks (me), media stars, Members of Parliament, ship captains, film directors, web designers, plastic surgeons and all - sitting down together cheek by jowl, walloping Mee Rebus under a shady tree in PJ?

I just love this shot. Why? Because I got to shoot a "Photographer's Photographer". His photographs has appeared on the cover of TIME for no-less than seven times, seen here with his more famous spouse, preparing a candid shot of the Captain. New York-born Tara Sosrowardoyo's photos has also graced The New York Times, Fortune, and Paris-Match, to name a few. In honor of His Majesty Thailand's King Bhumipol 80th Birthday, Tara was included in a commemorative book which the King (an avid photographer himself) commissioned, listing Tara as one of "55 World-class Photographers".

Each has his own "voice", a particular forte if you will. Some are political and some are not. Like me for instance, I just don't have enough "vocab" to do justice to write about the political situation in Ijok, or a wonderful book review like the one Miss Elviza did on The Reluctant Politician.

But I sure as hell can try - after all it's my blog and I'll do what I want to (sung to the tune "It's my party . . .) because I don't have sub-editors to report to. But sometimes I wish I had though, just someone to proof-read and correct all my crappy grammar and inane sentence construction.

Yeah, that's what we bloggers are, a diverse lot - unceremoniously toiling for goodness what.

If bloggers we're to get paid a ringgit for for each "hit" they get, bloggers like Rocky Bru and Jeff Ooi would be millionaires by now.

Instead of wallowing in millions - with the lawsuit that they're facing - the threat of being sent to the poorhouse is very real.

For that I commend them for standing up and fighting the good fight.

And by the way Cap'n, you'll always be a Nice Guy. Just someone with a more "different" outlook, that's all.

All the better for it, and for Bloggers out there too.

Bereft of original ideas, I've become just a poor plagiarizer of themes . June Tan wrote an excellent piece earlier (which I shamelessly "plagiarized" here) on bloggers and blogging in Malaysia for her Master's thesis. She had just completed it by the way. (I suspect she too was wondering the effects of blogging on Ijuk's eventual outcome). I urge everyone to read her piece and her "debates" on the subject with Susan Loone.

Congratulations on having completed your thesis June!

© 2007 MatSalo Images

Saturday, April 21, 2007


Never Been Tagged


Had a pleasant surprise tonite when I fired up my son's (who's thirteen goin' on 4-teen) computer to get on the internet to check on blogs - mine in particular.

I was too lazy to open my notebook - no time to dick around with power cords, cables, usb ports and such.

The surprise was havin' been tagged by none other than that glamorous thinkin' man's chick (ala Susan Sarandon laa gua kire) - the vivacious, bubblicious Ena or Nuraina Samad of 3540 Jalan Sudin, and among other nice and nicer things - author of the wildly popular Tuesdays With Bapak.

Huh? Me? What did I do to deserve being tagged by the lady whose writings I am so enamored with?. Careful, careful . . . it's her prose I am so in love with - not the lady.

Just like the time back in the Eighties. In my junior year in a redneck Texas college, I had decided to "broaden my mind" by way of a two-year subscription to Playboy magazine . It was for "the articles", you see.

Yeah, right.

[I remember I used to "cringe" everytime I went to collect my "sub" at the Student Center where our letterboxes are located. Since that classy Hefner publication didn't quite fit my pigeonhole, I was forced to ask for it from the elderly lady in the mailroom. Even with my baseball cap pulled real low, out of the corner of me eye I saw that she never failed to give me, Mat Salo (the gook-lookin' furr'nerr), her most condescendingly Dirty Look. Really, PB introduced me to one of my all-time favorites - Tom Wolfe]

So now it's my turn to choose my FIVE victims. They are chosen, not at random, mind you, like some serial killer who senselessly chose their victims - but after five whole seconds of deliberations, heh.

Above all, these bloggeratis made me think, which is easy to do (making me think that is). Because in my real job as a glorified roughneck, I get paid to do - never to think.

No need to tell you that their writin's way up there, folks.

So it'll be wise to pay these hallowed individuals a visit. Actually I've got more than five fine folks in mind, but what's a man to do?

1. Galadriel @
Euphoria In Misery.

2. Captain Pandi @
Tampin Linggi.

3. Captain Yusof @
The Ancient Mariner.

4. elviza @
Write Away. (Right away, ma'am!)

5. Clark Gable @
Pulau Duyung's Plastic & Reconstructive.

This award was started here:

And now my dear recipients, your award comes with a price. You have to award five others whose blog you think deserve this award.

Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging. The participation rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think

2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme

3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Farewell To The King

Mat Salo's Tattler - PhotoBlog Edition

I chose the title for this weeks' posting, a "Farewell to The King" ( a 1989 movie starring Nick Nolte) as a personal anecdote. As a director / scriptwriter, sheih, I suspect, will appreciate my metaphor. The movie's director, John Milius (Red Dawn, Conan The Barbarian and Creator of HBO's Rome), incandescent with rage, once telephoned our Subang Jaya office to "give us shit" for losing his movie script.

No shit Sherlock, no kidding, it really did happen; we once "lost" a big-time Holly-Wood movie script.

I can't remember the exact date but it must've have been sometime in '86 or '87. Because back then I had a name card that spelt "Sale Executive" - a now-defunct courier service company - which my detractors also claimed my salary there could arguably fall into the "non-halal" category.

For those old enough to remember, the mid-80s was a "bad time". Especially if one had just graduated from college and entering the miserly job market. The economy then, a bit like today, had gone way South. So I found myself "under-employed", thus joining the ranks of thousands of other recently-graduated Bolehsians during that pubescent MTV era.

For lack of other "saleable" skills, a good friend recommended me to this Kiasuland upstart that was going to "knock DHL and TNT Skypak off their perch". I didn't buy into their noble mission statement of course. I was only interested in " impressing the girls". How? By way of abusing my petrol allowance and doctoring the receipts of my entertainment expense. That's where the "non-halal" stuff crept in, I guess.

Milius' phone call was from Kuching, Sarawak, where part of the movie was shot. A few days before that I remember rifling through this thick sheath of A4 manuscripts that fell upon my desk.

Wohoo! An actual Holly-Mother-O'-God movie script!

The script was sent by a small Los Angeles courier company and adressed to John Milius, care of a hotel in Kuching. Why on earth the scriptwriter had sent this valuable manuscript through our company I don't know. I suppose in the mid-80s the courier service was still quite in its infancy, so he wouldn't have known better. For a small upstart operator like us, and let's be honest, our "network" was practically non-existent. For most of the "one-off" routes, the name of the game was piggy-backing on someone else's more established network.

The case of this missing manuscript was a prime example. Unlike DHL, we don't have our own live couriers flying valuable tender documents and Hollywood scripts to Kuching. So what I did was to bring the consignment to the old Subang Airport, "coaxing" the DHL boy flying to Kuching into making something "a little extra" on the side. Very much "touch and go" you can imagine. If his supervisor happened to be nearby, then I have to be extra careful about the "bribing". Because you just cannot carry your competitors' consignments, period. In those early days there was a lot of "co-operation" going around in the Subang terminals and bars of Subang Jaya, trust me.

As with jobs done "on the sly", things are wont to go wrong. Who knows, the courier / despatcher in Kuching might not have been paid for his fair share of "the cut". To ease his frustration he could've easily dumped the consignment into the Kuching river for the amusement of Bujang Senang.

The short of it was John Milius was livid with rage. He lost a few days shoot while waiting for the other draft to arrive. Imagine how much he had to pay Nick Nolte and the crew just for lounging around?

You know what? That replacement draft was still sent to us via that small L.A. company. Some people never learn, huh? Anyway, we made a loss on that one. I personally had to "re-pack" the script and had it sent through a major ally/competitor as a proper consignment, duly paid from our petty cash, instead of the usual "piggy-backing".

You can imagine what our clients would've done if they had known of our shenanigans, eh?

Today, the 15th of April 2007, sheih of penembak badak fame, will officially start his position as GRO - strike that - I mean CLO (Corporate Liasion Officer) for the Kelantan Chief Minister Corporation. The Malay acronym for this is PMBK or Perbadanan Menteri Besar Kelantan, and the PMBK also sounds a bit like "penembak badak", is it not?

Enough digression, let's check out the Farewell Party, shall we?

First the Songs . . .

"Shar101" and Mees NAS with a spirited duet. TheStar's Desk Editor Veera looking on in sincere appreciation. No, I didn't recall it being a Hindi number.

A solo by the inimitable and eminently sporting and did I forget lovely... Mees NAS ?

Even Bird Duck (A Big Canine with the Jewish name) offered a tune.

Then The Dance . . .

Unker Bernard, "doing" the salsa, which was to later become his "un-doing". Ha ha.

The Makan-Makan

The Farewell Kid breaking bread with The Usual Very Unusual Suspects.

Some serious exchanges going on. . .

An Impassioned I-am-A-Malaysian Eric Woon in serious discussion with Unker Bernard.

Unker Monty "Monsterball", right, - trading barbs with the ever popular Bird Duck . Art imitates life: Real life blogos-spheric adversaries?

Now, now . . . ho boy. Unker Bernard consoling Bird Duck. The latter smarting and licking his wounds after possibly losing the first round to Unker Monty.

Not to worry, the blogosphere as in real life; everyone "kissed and made up" soon after.

"OK, OK . . . for sheih's sake, let's bury the hatchet for tonight.. but come tomorrow we shall cross swords again!" Learning to live to fight another day, heh-heh.

FACE-OFF - a LongKang + / Klante CMO* film

*Chief Minister's Office

Monty vs. An Unmasked Zorro. Director sheih performing a cameo role as "the negotiator".

Unker Monty dispensing advice.

And a well-meaning hug for the Prodigal Son . . .

Finally, the Good-Bye's . . .

Eli Wong's Well Wishes

Mr. Screenshot popped-in to say Good Bye, Good Luck, and Good Night.

Mees Nas checking out penembak badak's latest Malay Edition site!

Rocky Brew In Action - seen here publishing live to his Million-Hits' site. The Malay Male , far left. Note the wooden stick used by the guy on his right. The Malay Male claims to have a real live stick somewhere "down below". Don't believe me? Go to his blog... I tol' yu beloggez are bellaardy liarz!

The truth in plain Black and White: sheih with Matsalo the Photog. Photog who actually depressed the shutter is current NAB Council Member and former arus perdana journalist Ms. Anu Radha of DanseMacabre fame. A big Thank You, Miss.

Best Wishes sheih.

God Speed penembak badak.

Good Nite John-Boy...

And to Unker Monty, who the hell is that "pondan" husamasam who decried 'thank God for one less Kelantanese in KL'!???

© 2007 Mat Salo Images

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Inaugural National Alliance of Bloggers Meet - A PhotoBlog

KUALA LUMPUR, Thursday. Agence Salo Press (ASP) correspondent Mat Salo was on hand to to capture the indelible images of National Alliance of Bloggers, Bolehsian Chapter meet. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and who am I to argue?

Please go to
NAB Vice Prez Jeff Ooi, NAB Prez Rocky Bru, NAB Councilor sheih kickdefella and mStar for a more "masterful" coverage, of course.

For other various other coverage (s) please go to:

Vee Pee

NAB Council-liar and Poster Maker cum NAB Poster Boy

NAB Council-liar, An Impassioned I am a Malaysian

Another Council-liar, The Infamous Niamah.....

Lelaki Ameno Terakhir

In the Court of . . . Peter's Jesters

Queen of Expose's Sloone (fresh from Bangkok) - "Liar" Numero Uno?

Social Shots of the Band of Bloggers (Bolehsian Version)

Commentator par excellence "shar101" holding court (with cigarette)

Council-air-liors kickedefella and Tony Yew a.k.a. Allied-Marster

The Vee Pee and Council-liar Anu Radha a.k.a. Galadriel

Council-liars Anu and Walski of Asylum60 (myAsylum)

The ever wonderful Marina keeping watchful eye on Hubby - Big Dog for additional security detail...

Dato' Ron engaging kickdefella

Is that what I think it is? Somebody giving somebody "the finger"?

The big canine with a Jewish name

This blogger from Miri, seen with the inimitable Mees MAS, won't be "ANON" any longer I bet...

NAB Council-liar Zorro-Zorro Unmasked a.k.a. Bernard Khoo seen with the famous couple

Could this be . . . The Malay Male?

Show of Hands...

The Protem Dude and Dudettes (penembak badak and galadriel partly hidden)

The Band of "Liar" Females and The "Unemployed" of the Fairer Sex . . .

The fanta-bulous Trio - Undisputed Queens of "Unemployed Liars"

© 2007 Mat Salo Images - Gear: Nikon D40 DSLR, Nikon SB-400, Stofen 0M-400 Omni-Bounce.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

One in 250 Million

What it Means to be Bolehsian - Are We Really That "Ugly"?

This is a first of series of “street interviews” with your average Indonesian, picked at random, for no other reason than their good fortune (or misfortune, depending on how you look at it) of crossing into my path. The purpose is to delve into their psyche, and particularly, how they view that neighboring country of theirs, a “Paradise” called Bolehsia.

Hopefully it will shed some light on what makes Bolehsia tick; their citizenry, and ultimately their place in the world.

Be forewarned though, for the results might surprise you a little.

I am speaking of Bolehsians in general of which I am one, and after having read my "interview" with Kanabran a.k.a. “Macha”, an Indonesian of Tamil descent from Medan in Sumatera, you’d be well advised to ponder our behavior and attitudes towards the “foreigners” next door.

Inexplicably we call these foreigners by the derogatory term, “Indon”, a term which most Indonesians view with derision. Jelik sekali, rang their unanimous verdict - perhaps on par with calling Bolehsian Indians “Keling”, or calling a Pakistani in London, a “Wog”. Even The Star, the mainstream newspaper in Bolehsia is guilty of this. I admit sheepishly, at some point prior to being a resident here, even I too was often guilty.

Mamak Teascapes in Bolehsia

For urban Bolehsians the ubiquitous place to congregate and swap gossip is the neighborhood “coffee” shop, which invariably always is a “Mamak” joint. “Coffee” shop is thus a misnomer; because tea is often the brew of choice. These teh tarik places sweep the Teascapes of the Nation, reaching its tentacles beyond the cities and on to the kampongs. Many of you have patronized these places no doubt, and are occasionally miffed when the "waiter" sometimes mistook your order of Roti Kosong for Roti Telor. These episodes are quite understandable you see, because that dark swarthy looking creature that took your order is oftentimes not able to speak Bahasa. Not so The Macha, the protagonist in my story, because being Indonesian and having lived in Bolehsia, he speaks perfect Bahasa. At present, most of these service industry types you find in Lotus, Devi’s and places of their ilk, come from India. Their presence is by way of our Immigration Department, duly abetted by agents and their Datuk employers, often fleecing the lives out of these poor, unsuspecting "Machas".

When your intrepid ASP (Agence Salo Presse) correspondent first stepped foot in Balikpapan (Self-proclaimed Kota Beriman - City of the Righteous), an oil city on the swampy edge of Eastern Kalimantan, I found it to be sadly wanting as to the choice of eateries vis a vis “Mamak”. Imagine my surprise and delight then when I stumbled upon the sole bearer of the “Mamak” flag in East Kalimantan, at a quaint little rumah makan by the sea front called the Taj Mahal.

The restaurant came replete with reproductions of the ‘Halal’ logo in its menu, which looked familiar, because it turned out to be an exact copy of Bolehsia’s Jakim logo. For the truly righteous, the ‘Halal’ insignia is debatable. And for those on their high horse galloping on the confirmed path to Jannah (High Heaven), more appropriately it should have read “Pork Free”. And why is that? Because Macha is a Hindu.

Hindu or not, Macha’s blood cursing thorough his veins are as red as yours and mine, and his tale about his time in Bolehsia, jolted me on what it means to be a Bolehsian.

Enter The Macha

Macha is fifty seven, and after decades of toil and misery in Bolehsia, was finally able to strike out on his own in Borneo’s thriving oil town. He left Bolehsia for the very last time in September of 2004, thus making him a thirty-year veteran of the Bolehsian service industry.

Macha’s first foray was in 1975 at an estate called Ladang Tun Sambathan in Sungei Siput, Perak. At that time I was but a stone’s throw from Macha, being in my first year at boarding school in Kuala Kangsar, practically minutes away by car. By his own admission, he had entered illegally from Medan, by boat to a clandestine spot along Perak’s serpentine coast. At the estate he was initially paid a "hefty" five ringgits a day. After a few years of relative anonymity he was eventually caught and sent back to Medan. Wising up, Macha came back with a passport, working illegally each time on a three month social visit pass. For extensions, Macha had to exit the country every three months, usually at a border post between Siam and Bolehsia.

Under the able stewardship of Che Det factories mushroomed in Free Trade Zones and Entrepreneur Parks. But its insatiable appetite demanded it be fed with more and more cheap labor from a "neighboring" country. Isn’t it strange whenever Bolehsian news say of a "neighboring country", Bolehsians without a doubt knows it means “Indonesia”?

From the estates, Macha then graduated to factory work; once even worked at a factory in “Sinawang” (Senawang) that made garments. I smiled at the coincidence because in the early nineties Senawang in Seremban was my first matrimonial home when my wife was stationed there as a bank branch supervisor.

Macha was often caught and deported, and the “cycle” continued. In those days immigration records were yet to be computerized so it was easy for Macha to make a new passport and enter the country again. In 1991 the government realized it needed to streamline measures to deal with the influx of migrant labor. Thus the permit-to-work system was born, with prohibitive fees and levies and a monstrous bureaucracy to go along with it. As a side-effect, it also created "economic opportunities" for unscrupulous agents, officials and their patron politicians.

Post 1991, two thousand ringgits a year went out of Macha’s shallow pockets to keep his Employment Pass in order - to agents ‘inside’ the Immigration Department located in Pusat Bandar Damansara. On two of these occasions, after having paid the fee, Macha will show up the next day to collect his passport and pass - only to find the “inside” agent “missing”. Not only had the “agent” absconded with his hard-earned money, but also his passport. Who knows how many victims suffered this fate? With no one to turn to, Macha was immediately apprehended, sent to detention camp and subsequently deported.

In the second of these sad episodes, he remembered the name of the agent that had fleeced him.

‘Rajah’, said Macha.

‘What, a Malaysian Indian, Macha?’ I asked.

He replied in the affirmative, but then added, a bit unnecessarily in my opinion, ‘Malaysian Indians are the worst, Sir – eighty percent they “eat” their own kind’.

Whoa – wait a minute, this statement begged to be explained and I replied in a tirade of counter-arguments.

For people of Indian descent like him, he claimed, the normal avenues of employment were mostly Bolehsian employers of Indian origin. The employers, he added, were often powerful party (read: MIC) people, and his last “boss” was a “Datuk Doraisamy” of a certain Mamak restaurant chain fame.

He relented to my verbal onslaught, and admitted that the Datuk had once sprung him from the lock-up in Petaling Jaya. See? They can't be all "bad", as I sat there smug in my ability to convince him. But then, why was he detained in the first place? It was harassment in its various guises of course.

His employer of the day (not necessarily as what was stated on his Pass) also holds his passport hostage to keep him from eloping. For "safety" he keeps a photocopy of the Pass in his wallet, in case he gets “stopped” by officials on raids by Immigration and its sidekick, the comical RELA.

Sometimes when for some reason the raids ‘go bad’, Macha gets thrown in the lorry anyway. Pass or no Pass. Because often, he claimed, the RELA goons rip the photocopy, decrying it as a fake. Then, bound and handcuffed, he gets sent to a place called . . .

‘Se-men-ni’, said Macha.

‘What?’ I replied, between mouthfuls of roti canai and sips of teh tarik.

‘Se-men-ni’, he said slowly. At least that’s how I heard it.

‘Oh, Se-me-nyeh laa Macha . . . that’s near my kampong, Lenggeng. I was brought up by my grandparents there’, delighted that he’d once been near my village.

But there was no delight in his voice nor his facial expression. In fact, his face had turned into an ugly snarl.

“Ling-ging”, he voiced croaked, his eyes averted away from mine, deflecting a painful memory.

“Why, Macha?” I had yet to make the connection.

Suddenly, it dawned upon me. Yes, of course, the infamous Lenggeng Detention Camp, where scores of people had disappeared and some say, killed - extra judicially. Suaram (Bolehsian Human Rights Group) had once described of the Camp’s atrocious conditions, ill-befitting in my view, of a kind and compassionate Nation.

Suddenly I am embarrassed, for I am a Bolehsian, and from Lenggeng at that, a place of bittersweet childhood memories and now forever tainted by that abomination of a Detention Camp that smacks of Hitler’s concentration camps and Soviet gulags.

I am horrified, to put it mildly. Macha was there at the ‘1998 incident’ having been caught just prior. As for Macha being caught, I had already lost count of the number of times that he has mentioned this. He was often beaten at the center, he claimed, the favorite being the banging two detainees’ head together. “Head banging” now has now taken a new meaning for me.

To refresh your memory, here’s the full story as appeared on International Herald Tribune dated Friday, March 28, 1998.

Fiery Uprising Kills 8 Detainees in Camp And a Police Officer: Crackdown In Malaysia Sets Off Riot By Illegals

By Thomas Fuller International Herald TribuneFriday, March 27, 1998

Nine people were killed Thursday as hundreds of illegal Indonesian immigrants rebelled at a detention camp here hours before they were to be deported across the Strait of Malacca.

The immigrants, using metal rods and sharp sticks, killed one police officer, injured more than 30 others and burned down half of the Semenyih Detention Center.

The police retaliated, killing eight detainees and injuring scores more, according to a police spokesman. [Emphasis mine]

The deaths were the first casualties of Malaysia's campaign to crack down on illegal immigrants. As the economic crisis continues to unfurl across Southeast Asia, thousands of refugees have sailed from Indonesia, seeking work in wealthier Malaysia.

Kuala Lumpur has turned them back. Faced with the prospect of unemployment for the first time in more than a decade, the country has sealed its borders and last week launched a small fleet of naval vessels and police boats to stop the refugees before they reached Malaysian shores. The campaign is called Operation Nyah, or Go Away.

Police in Semenyih, which is about 40 kilometers (25 miles) from Kuala Lumpur, said the riot occurred after the inmates from the Indonesian region of Aceh learned that they would be next in the deportation schedule. Deportation procedures at four camps in peninsular Malaysia started just after midnight Thursday, according to Ghazali Mohammed Amin, a police spokesman.

"The operation received resistance from the detainees," he said. "They were very aggressive."

The police would not elaborate on what happened next but residents around the Semenyih Detention Center said they heard gunshots at about 3:30 A.M. and then smelled smoke. "We saw flames four or five meters high," said Ramanam Lingam, 29, who said he could see the fires from his house near the center.

By midafternoon, four detention blocks had caught fire in Semenyih, and smoke and flames continued to engulf several buildings.

Evidence of the riot could be seen on the exhausted faces of policemen dressed in dark blue padded uniforms. They sat across from the detention center, some of them holding broken or bloodied riot shields. One policeman, who was asked by a photographer whose blood it was, responded: "Both sides."

Many of the Indonesian detainees here come from a region in northern Sumatra called Aceh. Many Acehnese say they will be persecuted if they are sent back home. Hundreds of them fled to Malaysia several years ago to escape fighting between the Indonesian Army and Aceh separatist rebels, fighting which has subsided.

"The operation was targeted at Aceh people," Mr. Ghazali said. "Because they have been here for too long."

A leader of the Acehnese National Liberation Front in Kuala Lumpur disputed the official figures of inmate deaths on Thursday. "Twenty-four of our people were killed, six wounded," Razali told Reuters, saying he had contacts with camp members.

The deportation of the Acehnese was criticized by at least one human-rights group in Kuala Lumpur, which labeled the detainees "refugees" rather than illegal immigrants. The Acehnese "are in imminent danger of returning to Aceh where they risk torture, extrajudicial execution or disappearance," said Elizabeth Wong, coordinator of Suaram. She called on the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees and the International Committee of the Red Cross to "intervene in this crisis."

Police encountered resistance at two other camps during the deportation, but no deaths were reported at those centers.

At the Lenggeng camp, about 60 kilometers southeast of Kuala Lumpur, 140 inmates escaped during the operation. The police said just 37 were recaptured.

By the end of the day, about 1,500 Indonesians were deported, all to Sumatra, the police said. In Semenyih, about 20 buses filled mostly with women and children were seen leaving the camp.

Some 10,000 illegal immigrants, mostly from Indonesia, remain in the four camps, Rahim Noor, chief of Malaysia's national police, said. "We will send them back," he said, without specifying when. "We started on a peaceful repatriation process without any sweat and tears (emphasis mine), but it turned out to be otherwise."

The anti-illegal-immigrant campaign has received high-profile coverage in the Malaysian media for weeks. On Thursday, following the riot, the evening news program on Malaysia's state-run television channel carried no film coverage of the incident, and a report on the riot on the CNBC cable channel was blacked out in Kuala Lumpur [emphasis mine]

I had only re-read this news after my interview with Macha, but what he told me earlier was still fresh in my mind. As there was a news black-out at the time, it was indeed chilling coming from an inmate who was present.

Macha’s version:

‘The police opened fire indiscriminately . . . I saw more than fifty bodies’, said Macha. Obviously the under-inflated figure you read in the news had to come from the Government since no news agencies were allowed inside the camp.

Pak, actually one of the wives of the inmates was raped by one of the guards, and then killed, and the husband went berserk. Then all inmates got upset, and all hell broke loose’, continued Macha. To my mind, I already knew why the inmates were killed, and it hinted at a cover-up -kill the witnesses. You only have to look at the lopsided tally of the eventual outcome to know why. 8-1, 24-1 (other reliable sources), and Macha: 50-1.

My God, I told myself, are we as bad Bush and his cohorts? Is Bolehsia a lot like US of A ?

No wonder our flags look so much alike.

These stories of raping and killing are not new of course, only they never appeared on the mainstream media’s radar. Go back to the times of Vietnamese Boat People if you please. I pressed Macha for specifics. Macha claimed the molestation of the female charges was rampant, where the victims were taken away from camp, far from prying eyes. The violations happened at a village someplace else in Negeri Sembilan, he had heard, but not too far away. He can't remember the name. Some were killed, said Macha, their bodies never to be found. The inmates talked about this all the time, he added. I can imagine now how a riot can happen if these claims were indeed true.

Enough, I just had to get away from, and perhaps re-visit Macha at another time. A person can only “take” so much, and I was no exception.

After handing 40,000 rupiahs to Macha for the excellent white rice, roti canai, chicken curry, “mouth washing” banana and teh tarik, I looked him straight in the eye, and with as much sincerity as I could muster, apologized. Not only from me, but from all peace loving, clear and level-headed Bolehsians.

In light of our treatment of their migrant brethren, I walked out of his shop unsure that among the sea of Indonesian faces out there, someone might harbor resentment – not towards me per se – but the Government of Bolehsia, of which I am citizen and be just as liable.

Bottom line, Macha and I are not that different, only God-given fate and circumstances separate us.

I am, indeed, a tenaga kerja and a pendatang too, albeit a very-welcomed one.

For my years as an expatriate in Indonesia, I had not once encountered any hostility in any shape or form. Indonesians to me, as a whole are warm, kind and generous. Sadly, the same could not be said of Mr. Kanabran alias Macha’s experiences, and hordes of others like him, who faced hostility and harassment on a daily basis during their time earning a living in that "Paradise" called Bolehsia.

So the next time that “Macha” with the odd-accent and indecipherable Bahasa screws up your order, just hold-on to your tongue, please.

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The reason I had bumped into Macha was I frequented the salon next door for pangkas rambut sessions. Uchi, the rather attractive owner, is my stylist. "She" has not been to Bolehsia, but a great many years ago had ventured into Kiasuland to - as she put it - cari makan, Bang. She mentioned Bugis Street. From preliminary inquiries, as my locks fell to the floor, she glibly mentioned that she was once detained at the pleasure of The Ah Beng's Republic.

Hmmm, there might be a story here, which I promise to pursue at another time?

Uchi, striking a pose in front of her salon.

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