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Raymond Francis



I realize that I take toll in ageing. My defective right ear is getting worse. So is my memory. The concentration is short and mental alertness is down the drain. It has been quite some time that I did not work high speed Morse codes. I don't have many sparring partners but three. One had passed away. One went missing. And the other has an antenna problem. I fear I may be losing the sending and copying skills.

On the radio band communications in the CW mode are some sort like a rubber stamp, people just give the RST report and sai 72, followed by QRZ. I can never learn anything from contest except trying to copy call signs. The normal NAME, QTH, WX, RIG, ANT, TNX FER QSO etc would be too easy for anyone to copy even at a high speed. The real challenge is to copy the ragchewing stations.

I tested my copying skill using a soft ware, copying web articles in English and pasted on the Morse trainer. At 35 words per minutes I can copy words but I would miss the train due to short concentration ability. I reduced to 30 wpm. And I found it was the best and the most comfortable speed. But I have not tried to write them on paper yet. Unlike the Indonesians they can write down random characters at the speed of 36 - 40 wpm. Wonderful indeed.

I can copy better than sending them. Using an electronic key is quite a hell because I have been using the straight key for years, from 1975 to 2012. The fingers could not coordinate well with my mind. The mind is faster than my fingers. The neuro-muscular coordination is at its low ebb.

If anybody has a desire to acquire any skill do it at the younger age. Young people below 25 has the optimum working machine in the body and the mind. I would be able to learn Mandarin or Japanese effectively at the age of 17. But near the vicinity of frontier of dawn nothing can help anymore. Everything is slowing down. I stopped programming which is becoming tougher for my mind. I find a long distant driving a hectic task. I do things which do not demand complex thinking procedure like making a trip overseas.

At the same time I am computing the distant left to the eternal world.

At least I am much better than many other people who are younger than me. Many had passed away or acutely sick. But at the old age one may get tired when one talk too much. When I go on CW I would really having a leasure and a real siesta. I rest my head on the lazy chair, close my eyes and copy and send messages. There were days when Hanafi, 9W2TZ, came to my house he just observed me sleeping during the CW sessions. I could not do it with AMTOR, FACTOR or RTTY. All those digital boxes purchased in G-Land and W-Land were thrown away more than 20 years ago.

The longest that I have with me is the Himound Pounder and an antenna Coupler, Leader 895. And they will be with me till I die.

The internet technology has brought tremendous change to the world in every area. Senior hams are now on the Whatsapp instead of the radio. Younger radio generations opened up various chat groups. People chat using skypes across the world. Pictures were sent in split seconds. Students living overseas do not need amateur radio apparatus to communicate with their parents.

We keep on believing that amateur radio is the only organization that can save lives and the most important during disaster. We want to believe it that way. We forget that it is the equipment that helps in the communication and we do not want everyone to be given the right to use this equipment without a control.

In actuality most radio enthusiasts spent 75% of the free time on smart phone or computers. There isn't problem of band condition, QRM and QRN, intruders and pirate stations riding on you. What tied me to ham radio is the passion for the hobby which I started before the internet even exist.

I enjoy the two world of internet and Morse communication, one relies on my modem and the other on my antenna. The internet is always a travel companion, not only for me but for all other travelers. They snap pictures and quickly send them home even while bus is on the move. Really amazing. I chat with people back home on the moving vehicle from Spain and Morocco; no radio and no antenna.

But the activities of the radio operators never die. They have the ham festivals, annual meeting, forming clubs, going expeditions and having field days. Those keep the radio business going and those craving to have their voices on the air attain fulfillment. I believe that amateur population increase through campaigning and the requirement made simple. Old timers are fading not because they are all gone but because they are old and tired. I am tired of talking and exchanging QSL cards. The only attachment that I have to ham radio is the Morse key. It is also my passion. And I call myself a CW Operator.

I have several CW applications on my smart phones. Like listening to a song, the dit and dah messages entertain me to my happiness. I set to 30 wpm as the rhythm to sooth my ears.



It was intriguing to watch two traditional natives playing chess. And in the early '80s crowds clapped their hands when I punched messages with the CW key. We would have thought the game of chess is a high class game only known by the brainies. And the language of Morse would not be known by non-white skinned aliens.

I remember in those years also a Malay computer student was asked by his professor to take his place while he was away for a few days in Ohio university. The boy must be very brilliant. And Malaysians emerged a world champion in squash. The most recent a Malaysian lady rode a motorbike trotting the world.

We can be assured that there are some philosophers and scholars had begun to take the task of studying the Malaysian and particularly the Malay specie who has astounded the world with their smart ways absconding public fund and the ability to manipulate facts and convince even the American president. How many people have the intellectual ability above others in the world,  the potentiality of looming competitively with other advance nations.

A proficiency in Morse codes is not an indicator of progress or civility. It does not parade an intelligence and an acuteness of a person. But the skill boost a person's esteem and pride that he has something in himself that other people cannot buy. He is not an ignorant native who knows nothing the skill of hunting and food gathering.

When Morse codes were not a requirement to be an amateur radio operator the world did not altogether halt and cast away their keys and stop pounding on the air. Instead more Morse machines and soft wares were produced to send and translate the codes. Electronic keys continued to be manufactured and sold at astronomical price. Security agencies will keep on buying the machines that can translate it. In other words the world will not kill it for safety and security.

Assume that Morse is blank, not in any man and not in a machine, totally vanished and non-existence. And let us assume again that a bunch of criminals are with knowledge of all modes of communications; these criminals will surely used CW as their modes of communication to be more secured. Even now the no-codes operators would be keeping a machine to monitor to the CW messages for fear of any malicious comments about them.

When a traditional native speaks good English, play chess, send and copy Morse with ease what are we to say about him ?

It is encouraging that the radio enthusiasts from Malaysia are rushing for the Morse test. To them it is a challenge. They want to prove that they are not dumb and ignorant. In fact they can, and earn a great luster to their effort. And they earned a class A ticket with pride. Conversely it differs from a fellow who hated Morse and writing to MCMC requesting for a class A license without seating for the test on the health ground (spinning like a politician). It is parading the vast difference in attitudes.

Morse to ham radio is just like a bible to Christianity and Al-Quran to Islam. It carries an ID and part and parcel of the hobby. It is the tradition of ham radio. It is not a ham radio without it. The preservation of tradition keep our moral strong and preserving our identity. Imagine a Malay person who dress English, dyed his hair blonde, speak English, serve himself only Western food and identify himself as English. We see him a Malay just his facial structure.

Some says culture and tradition hinder progress. But progress do not bring peace and tranquility to mankind. Drugs and crimes do not recede. People labored for their political leaders. The world is at a brim of war and killings and bombing continue.

We do have sets and categories in a class. You can't call everything by the same name. Flowers are to flowers. Animals are to animals. We can't call all flowers a Rose.

You can't wear just a shirt and walk out everywhere without a trouser and a shoe. Dress come in a set; the part to cover the top part of the body, the bottom, and the feet. Of course you can throw any one of them and go to your office without one. That's was what in the bundle of the ham radio. You can add but not throw part of it.

From the observations many people defy the call for abandoning of CW. Clubs grew to preserve the culture. The CW band shrieks every day and night. The brave ones go for CW, homebrewed keyers and grouped themselves. If we have chosen to ignore it we will become a pariah in relation to those people in other countries. The competencies elevate our status. We have the means and capabilities if we want to. We have a dire to strive. CW is a skill that you cannot buy. And you need to know that it had been the ID of a ham radio for a long time in the past.

We are not an ignorant specie, living on trees, living on the mercy of the others. We don't beg for a degree, diploma or a free ham ticket. Malaysia will be heard on the CW band and be part of the total buzzing and chirpings. And in the international arena we won't shy away from the Morse keys on display, or just looking at them without daring to test them.

Think of the two traditional natives of Papua New Guinea who spoke fluent English and playing chess with a deep concentration.



I have never been to Japan except a short stopover at Narita in 1980 on the way to Los Angeles. I was very excited of the idea of going to the Japanese Amateur Radio Festival to be held to Big Sight, Tokyo. Rusli did all the bookings and planning. I decided to follow his plan. I paid him a total of RM4.5K for the trips to Jakarta and Tokyo. We took Airasia.

In fact we were not alone. At KLIA2 we met two young ladies also going to Japan for the first time on their own. We learned that they were students and seasoned travelers. They booked the hotel at different location and had drawn their plans for the visit. We also met Aziz, Rizal and two other hams at the airport. They all did drop their luggage. The two ladies didn't.

The last train was at about 11.30 pm. Fearing that we would not catch the train we tried to minimize time-wasting by not checking in our baggage.

The immigration was fast. We followed the direction to the train line, the Keikyu Line. We asked the two guards the way to our hotel. The two lady officials told us hurry and quoted the ticket price. It was 570 Yen per ticket.

Down on the platform we did not know what to do. We saw the two girls were asking around. We too did the same. Two young men and a lady came to our help, giving us instructions that we need to change train at Shinagawa, and followed us on the train. At Shinagawa we bade good bye. There was a lady student who studied in Tokyo approached me asking where I wanted to go. Then she rushed to the two girls. I guessed she wanted to assist the fellow ladies.

Again we asked a gentleman who stood waiting for the train. He said that it would be the last train and an only train. We should not be worried. He told us to keep an eye on the computer screen on the train.

The train arrived. WE jumped in. There was quite a crowd. The Japanese won't push you around. They have a high value of courtesy. The train announce "ASAKUSABASHI". We jumped out. There were several exit. We walked to the nearest and climbed the stairs. It was drizzling outside. A lady passed by. We stopped to ask her the way to Apa Hotel. She walked us for about 500 meters to the hotel. We thanked her.We checked in at about 12 midnight.

BUYING TRAIN TICKETS - We had discounted a taxi ride from the beginning. It would cost anyone a fortune for anyone to hire a taxi. Train, subways and similar form of vehicles are common. There are busses which we did not know how to use. A train pass can be purchased by foreigners from outside of Japan. One can google for the JR, Japanese Railway, and ordered a ticket. It is also available in some stations in Japan with a passport. For a week it would be from RM800 - RM1500. It would save us if we were to go for long distant traveling within the country.

We wanted to take a local train for going between nearby places.

In every rail station there is a ticket machine. We can use coins or paper note. The picture on the left shows a 100 yen and a 10 yen coins. For the first time I went to a counter and just mentioned a word 'AKIHABARA'. The officer looked at me and said 'One four O platform 1'. I went to the machine and chose 140 from the list of numbers, and put 1 silver coins followed by 4 bronze ones. A ticker shot out. That's it.

 To go back to Asakusabashi I bought a ticket first and went to the counter and said, "ASAKUSABASHI' and the officer responded 'One four O platform 6'.






BIG SIGHT - It was raining on the 20th of August. I woke up at about 10 am ( 9 am Malaysian time ). We went down for breakfast at about 10.30 am. I always took a simple breakfast but a lot of orange juice. I had my food prepared for the victuals, the Brahim fried rice cooked with boiled water.

At 11 am we began our journey. I brought my bag pack and had a smaller one. The ticket to the Big Sight was 350 yen. At the moment I don't remember whether we changed train. Probably at Misabashi station. It was a long journey. The train crossed the sea. I think it was a reclaimed land. There were full of tall buildings around,

From the rail station to the arena there was a roof. The rainfall didn't bother us. There were many people coming down the train heading the same way. I whispered to Rusli that they probably came for some other activities.




The crowds were all went the same way. The queue for the tickets was long. The ticket cost 1500 yen and it took about 45 minutes before we reached the ticket booth. We were trying to look for Aziz and his gang but could not find them. Aziz had been to Japan Ham Festivals several time already.

We were there until 4.30 pm. There was no sign of Aziz. We guessed that they might have been busy doing some purchasing somewhere else or going sight seeing.




THE FISTS-Key Logo FISTS is an international Morse club founded in 1987 by G3ZQS.

FISTS History

The FISTS Club, (International Morse Preservation Society) was founded in 1987 by the late George "Geo" Longden G3ZQS of Darwen, Lancashire England, after recognising a need for a club in which veteran operators would help newcomers and less-experienced operators learn and improve CW proficiency.  During the first year, membership reached 300, most of whom were in Great Britain and Europe.  The original Introduction to FISTS by Geo holds as true today as it did when he wrote it.  Geo also explains how he chose the name FISTS.

Sideswiper ('cootie') Key Number 9 made by Bill NT9K.  Click for a large picture.

The North American Chapter (now known as FISTS Americas) was formed in 1990 to assist 11 members in the USA receive the newsletter and as a banking convenience.  Nancy Kott WZ8C of Hadley, Michigan was named US representative, a position she held until sadly she became a Silent Key in 2014.

The Down Under Chapter (New Zealand / Australia) was formed in 1998 to provide a similar service to Australasian members, with Ralph Sutton ZL2AOH as the VK/ZL representative.  From a VK/ZL membership of four, there are now over 100 members "Down Under", principally in New Zealand. The New Zealand membership is the largest in any country outside England, Wales and North America.

The East Asia Chapter was formed in 2004 by a few Taiwanese and Japanese members to provide East Asian members with various services in their native languages.

CW Clubs seem to stress more on using hands and fists to send Morse rather than using the computers.

Piju, 9M2PJU, told me about the FISTS booth. I had wanted to see it. The first strolled around the arena failed. We could not find the booth.

I carried 10 pcs of PIJU's souvenir to be given away for the people there. Piju is a member of the FISTS group. So with the late Rizal.

On the second round I asked the people at the CW Operators' Club as to the location of FISTS using the S-Pad on my Samsung Note 2.(I lost the S-pen. May I might have dropped it due to sheer excitement of finding the booth)



The FISTS was just near the Japan CW Operators Club. We chatted and took several photographs and I handed the button pins and the key-chains having Piju's call sign on them. I gave mine a few.

I think the Malaysian hams who have passion in CW should get together to discuss Morse codes. It would be fun to talk about the experience of Morse sending and copying, and about the making of the homebrewed keys.

But we Malaysians are too busy and having a multitude of ideas and philosophies. And we have too many smart people in our midst.

We have lost the real CW operators as they are now detaching themselves from the hobby, either because they are old or because of their health. Chow and Eshee were among a few of these creatures. Eshee would be pounding his straight key on the contest at a great speed.

Morse keys at the exhibition hall were sold like a hot cake. Rusli coxed me to buy one for my collection.

SHOPPING - Akihabara is well known for it's electric and electronic stuffs. Before the trip I did ask around of what things should I bought in Japan. I got all sort of answers. The one who convinced me was Au, a radio friend on the Whatsapp. He talked about Casio watch, the Oceanus type and on every goodies about it. I told Rusli about Au's suggestion.

As we took a stroll we kept a look at the prices of items in the shops that we passed by. Almost everything in Japan is expensive. After some time we arrived the town center.

Rusli bought a cammera and two Casio watches. One cost RM2700 and another at RM400. The camera was about RM2000. I bought a watch and a few other things at a later time. It was a real crazy. Had not because of the high price I would have bought more stuffs to fill my bags.

To me a watch was enough. I had to buy something else for my student and a few friends who asked me for something.

Window shopping was more interesting and fun.


FOOD- I brought with me six packets of Brahim Briyani and Nasi Goreng Kampong combined and a pack of maggi mee. I had no appetite in Brahim. Probably ot was not hot enough or it was too saltish. I could finish three packs of maggi for three nights. Only on the first day I prepared nasi goreng for victual at Big Sight. But I ate only half of it.

As we were walking we came across Kebab sstall that written the word Halal. And we did ask a salesman where about any Halal food. I also knew that under emergency I could feed on shrimp bugger at Mac Donald. On the second day onwards I carried with me a can of potato chip and a bottle of mineral water.

Aladin was one of the Halal restaurant. It is not within AKIHABARA itself. One has to take a train or walk for about 20 minutes here. There are a few others but we did not go for the search.

Nearby our hotel there are many small shops including 7-11 where I bought fruits and juices for evening consumption. The price was not too expensive.

Rusli brought more foodstuffs than I. He even brought some sort of lemang accompanied by daging rendang. And he brought along the victuals with him all along. When I was hungry at Akihabara I bought a set of shrimp bugger. You won't die of hunger while visiting Japan.


COURTESY AND CIVIC MINDEDNESS - Should I conclude that the Japanese has a very high ethical standard. You may see them bow while talking on the phone as if the other party is in front of them. When you are in Japan you must not hesitate to approach and seek for their help. We started with asking them the way to our destination, what train to take. Everyone would be willing to come to our aid, giving us a detail route plan or would either take us to the place we want to go.

When the train arrived nobody rushed to board it until all passengers were out. In the train ladies did stand up to give seat to another man. I would not to accept it and prefer to stand all the way.

The city, small town and the back streets were clean. People do not litter, no garbage seen as what have here in Malaysia especially after some events like soccer match.

Public toilets are not only free but extremely clean. I was amazed even in the Big Sight arena the automatic vowel cleaning system are deployed; no need of the hand and paper usage at all. It is just like the one in our hotel.

From the feedback on my FB postings I learned that Japan is a safe place. People can sleep with the door unlock which used to be our old practices where we slept with open windows. And if anything got lost they would get their belongings back.

At the airport while going home to Malaysia I put all my bags on a trolley; a hand carry luggage and a backpack.  Whenever I entered a shop I would leave the trolley outside. In one shop I made a purchase of two beautiful T-Shirts. I was shocked to see my backpack was missing. Panicking I went downstairs to make a report to the information center. I was asked to return to the counter one hour later.

In the meantime I walked around looking for the lost bag, both at the level where I was and on the upper level. I could find it anywhere after more than an hour. Rusli suspected  that I might have dropped it somewhere on the way starting from the place where we started. I went down again, follow the track carefully, asking the shop attendance and airport officials. Nobody saw any bag.

I had plain tickets and those items I bought in Tokyo. I decided to make a police report. Before going to the police Rusli and me thought it would be better for us to go around the area once more. We did. At one corner I saw my bag being left on a bench. I felt very relief. I checked the content. Nothing was missing. It must had been dropped somewhere and picked by some guys with the idea the owner would be looking for it as we had done..

It was all about ethics, morality, civic mindedness and a pure clean heart. A Minister would resign with a small mishap not even caused by him. How would I not said the deteriorating of ringgit in relation to Japanese yen has something to do with morality and our unashamed behavior.


One main problem is the deteriorating value of our currencies. The ratio from 100Y:RM1 is now 100Y:RM4+, I would compute it is due to our leadership problems. It is just my view. You may not agree with me.

Watches are everywhere. Rusli wanted watches and camera fully made in Japan. They are  more expensive than the ones in Malaysia. The watch above used China made casing. That explains for the cheap price.


All radio transceivers are cheaper in Tokyo as compared to the price in Malaysia but it is too bulky to carry. There are a lot of refurbished iPhone 5 and 4. The average price is between RM400 - RM1200. If I had not controlled myself I would have purchased an iphone 4.




When bad people were promoted to a post they certainly would cause havoc to the world.

It has been more than a year that my wife has passed away. Yet her bequest is not settled yet with Tabung Haji. It all started with the Property and Bequest Office which charged more than a thousand ringgit for the service of property and financial allotment. Immediately after obraining the letter of attorney I rushed to CIMB, ASB and Tabung Haji. My wife's saving was only RM12K. ASB and CIMB were the simplest in procurement procedures as only I have to be the active member while the Tabhung Haji said that all of us, me and my kids must sign at the Tabung Haji's Office before the money could be distributed.

CIMB completed the process and handed me with four checks within a week. ASB took about a month. I had to wait for all my kids to come home to present themselves at Tabung Haji. I and my eldest son had completed our jobs with TH at Alor Setar branch.

About three months later the Property Office called me up to ask me to be present at the office. I was told that the letter of attorney given to me was wrong and a new ones were handed to me. Trying to avoid the problem to the officer I decided not to take any action. I had lost more than RM40K to my sons. But they are my flesh and blood.

During the last Ramadan my daughter came home. I took her to Tabung Haji to sign and handed a new letter of attorney with a corrected mistakes. Then after the Hari Raya I took my last son for the signature and handed another document.

Just about a couple of months ago I received a letter from TH informing me that the bequest had been credited to my account. But I found the amount was so much less. I brought the documents to the Tabung Haji's office. It said the office was closed and transactions could be done at UTC Pacific. I went to UTC's Tabung Haji, presented the letter and the document.

During the discussion I narrated about giving the old and the new PA letter. The officer said that all the payments are made at Kuala Lumpur HQ. He will investigate and call me back. To mind you it took hours before they came up with an answer.

Today, 5 days after returning from Jakarta, I went to UTC to follow up the progress. "The money was paid according to the old PA," said the officer.

"I have submitted two new PAs to Tabung Haji. You cannot process the payment prior to the completion of the total signatures."

"I don't know. You go to the main office and asked Haji Rahman. He may be able to answer you."

So I went. I met a desk officer and explained. The officer went in and about 15 minutes later came out to tell me that the deceased file has been closed and nothing could be done. "How could the file be closed when the transactions were not yet completed ? " I said. He went in again. I waited for more than hour.

The big boss came to the counter with a heap of documents. " We have closed the file," he said.

"You close the file and process the payment before the completion of the signatures ? "

He showed me a document showing the old payment ratio. "I gave two sets of new documents at different time and why don't you pay following the new ones ? "

"I tried to call Kuala Lumpur. But today is Sunday."

"I am not so in a hurry. But I don't like the you do trying to find fault with your customers and do not want to admit your mistake. This is not much. But I will not hesitate to get your answers in court. This mean even the Property Office will be called up by court."

"Give me a little time."

"I can. But why show me all these pile of papers when thing is so simple. Your people just did not read the new PA. I can forgive mistakes and errors but it must be remedied. Correct the figures and issue a new letter. I give you the time you want. The money involve isn't a million. You have to remedy it."

I left the office, the new TH one at the TH Hotel, near the airport.

Will I sue TH ? YES if they are arrogance.




I have always wanted to go to Jakarta Ham Festival as I heard stories on the great Morse code competition. I have been amazed by the ability of the Indonesian CW operators from that part of the world. It had been years since I had been monitoring their CW net on 40 meter band. But the net isn't there anymore. The last time I heard was a commotion which might have been caused either by the pirate stations of some rude guys. There were gentlemen and ladies who lead the network and sometimes they took turn as the duration of each network session was too long.

That's my main purpose of the visit, to see some of the fantastic guys. I had no intention of buying equipments or to learn about their radio organization like the ORARI. ORARI is like the ARRL and RSGB.

My first plan was to visit Tokyo Ham Fare which will be held on the 20th and 21st of August 2016. I heard from 9M2PJU that the FISTS group will open a boost too. A FISTS is another organization of CW lovers who reject CW communication using computers. I asked Rusli, 9M2RB, whether he would be interested to go to Japan. He agreed and at the same time he told me about the Jakarta Fest that he would go. I told Rusli that I would join him.

II prepared 20 button pins with a motto CW is a class by itself incase somebody might ask me for a souvenir. All I realized they were not enough.

The trip was on the 5th, by Airasia. The flight departed Kuala Lumpur at 7.55 and arriving Jakarta at about 8 pm local time. We took a Blue Bird taxi to our hotel, costing 150000 Rp. The Favehotel Zainul Arifin is at Jalan Zainul Ariffin.

We decided to go to the fare ground on the next day after breakfast. The location was at a place called ANCOL park.

We took a three wheeler. The ride cost us 45000 Rp the gate  of the park. The park's entrance fee was 25000 per person. We did not find the ham fare ground anywhere after about 10 minutes walk. Whenever we saw the an employee of the park we would asked for the location of the ORARI event. Nobody seemed to know about it. However on further enquiry we arrived at the destinationm, after riding the park-bus , walking and changing to another bus.

The weather was hot and sunny. We walked about and survey the booths sales. A few booths sold the homebrewed equipments. Rigs that sold for RM350 were quickly grabbed by the visitors. We did not see any Malaysian yet. Neither did we approach any Indonesian hams who were busy chatting among themselves.

On the left there was a beach. On the right there was a mall. Rusli suggested that we went into the mall to cool ourselves. On entering the mall a few Indonesian hams approached us asking where a meeting was to be held. We just said that we did not know. "There us a meeting," I told Rusli. "Let's go and watch." We climbed a floor. There was someone talking on a loudspeaker on one corner. We knew that the meeting was going on. We took a seat.

A few Indonesian hams seemed to notice us and asked where we were from. We were told that there would be a Morse competition after the OTARI's meeting. More and more hams joined us and we introduced each other When I mentioned about the CW net controller , fingers were pointed at them.



There are 4 categories in the competition; the slow, medium, high and free for all. I did not request them for the detail. Each category must consist of at least 5 candidates. The males and females were considered as one. If you look at the picture below you'll notice the spectrum of age difference.


There were 500 characters, 5 to each group to be sent and copied by the the candidates.

They looked very calmed. I would not be able to copy random words by writing. Even the messages are in plain language my hand would not be able to cope up with the speed.

I did not record the whole speed of different category. I remember that in one, the speed changes in momentum, getting faster and faster.

IOne of the hams sent the clip to his American friend who commented that it was a crazy speed.


I am sorry for being bias. I do not ask everyone to share my view. I have always maintained that ham radio is identified with Morse codes. And Morse is an integral part and an ID for the ham radio. No one can buy it with money. One has to instill the competency in him by himself.

I feel so relief and at peace knowing that there are people who are keeping ham radio alive.

Ham Radio is not about talking only. It goes more than that; the ethics and the attitudes. It should be of a community of high grade people minus the rouge and the insolent. We can't afford to have a man who called himself a ham at the same time be the head of the pirates and dare even to express his unethical deeds in public. And people who use the hobby to make money as those who did in the Facebook product advertisements. We loathe any vanity hams who brag and swagger, pushing others to be a leader like the rush for political posts.

Ham radio is not about paradding ones ego and ones social, academic and political status. We address people by ham name not by his nobility, King Hussein never want to be called MY Lord or His Highness. That was the way hams did for decades to keep everyone on equal status.

People are quarreling on matter of repeaters, not because of the abuse but because the non-members were chased out. They disagreed about the formation and the members of clubs and radio societies.

Ham radio should be free of vices, braggart, evil mind and war mongers.

Hard work is a commendable ethic. One has to move and sweat for bread rather than begging all one's life. Begging makes a person lazy and indolent. It will blend with a person's characters and attitudes. And the habit is never a luster. High minimum pay will discourage the desire to pursue college and university degree. Easy curriculum will hinder the development of higher level knowledge and the ultimate progress in science and technology thus lowering international competitiveness.

Good habit in a man is transferable to any of his deeds and undertakings. It will be applied to all situations and circumstances.

I learned a lot from my visit. It made me realize how small I was and I am. In the world of amateur radio no one can claim that he is the best and the most perfect. There is a distant difference between my ability in Morse codes and my fellow friends in Indonesia. They surely had earned their pride through diligence and resilience.  




The decay is getting serious. I don't even remember I have rooms in my house. Probably I do not sleep in one. I sleep in the hall, on the coach or floor and at time on the sick bed of my late wife. I actually have a room where my former maid used to stay, small but well furnished. It could accommodate two persons easily. I do not remember this room at all. Around the hall there are three rooms where my two sons and my daughter would occupy them when they came home. I have never been into their rooms whether they were here or away. I would lock them.

I would say the most tidy and well organized is my daughter's. And I told her that I would let it be used by Rusli if he were to visit me because I was always well accommodated when I went to Kuala Lumpur. She agreed.

The hall is very messy, the worst is my radio room where I stuffed in unwanted things, small and compact. I used to sleep in there but not anymore. It was hot and stuffy. I had an air-conditioning unit but using it would double my electric bill. Without it I pay about RM50 a month, using it would jump to RM250.

Once a month I would hire maids to clear the compound, mopping the floor and remove the dusts. They were paid by the hour. Because I am a single man in the house they prefer to come in two to avoid calumny and gossip about any possible affair. Both are married. Within four hours the job would be completed. I always paid them two a hundred for two.

The other day two of my ham radio friends came with the express purpose of going to a kenduri in Perlis. It did occur to me about their lodging but my mind was seeing the messy place of my home. I did not remember of the maid's room. I was thinking of the mosquito's attacks and so on. I did not persuade them to stay with me. Only at night I decided to ask them to put up a night at my home. I tried to call them but in vain. I asked Hanafi to ring them up. Also failed.

I have to remedy my error. I have to wait for the next time. I will offer a lodging to any of my ham radio friends who come this way and willing to stay in this messy and uncomfortable abode. Who knows some are already used to mosquitoes and stuffy environment and willing to accept the offer.

This very house will be left alone when I die. I have a dreadful thought of living till 80 because I will be too old and too tired by then. That will be around the corner. Ten years passes too quickly. I never thought I would across the 21st century. This is already 2016. My God.