You Cannot Fight City Hall

I was rather amused with all the hoo-ha over the highly politicised Lina Joy's case and the very emotional Islam bashing that followed. The operative word here was that it was a majority decision by a panel of judges. The realpolitik is such that you dont need a double first from Oxford to figure out that even if the panel had consisted of only one Malay/Muslim judge out of three, the outcome may not have been very different indeed.

So like the Yanks would say, you just cannot fight City Hall.

But at this stage of my life, I am also no longer interested in issues big or small. An issue in this country can easily become a non issue after being swept under the carpet or everybody going into a permanent denial mode. Therefore it will remain a perennial problem which will resurface later and will not go away.

Lets not then miss the wood for the trees.

Anyhow, this particular issue was really getting a bit tiresome and out of hand, so like I tell everyone, dont give me issues and problems, give me solutions ...

Blue Moon

Old timers may remember the Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart's song Blue Moon made famous by Nat King Cole and Frank (Ol' Blue Eyes) Sinatra. There is also Ray Charles' hit song Blue Moon of Kentucky and Elvis Presley's When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again.

Remember the expression "once in a blue moon"?. Well, its going to happen tonight, actually, depending on which time zone you live in. But will the moon indeed be blue? Read here.

Behind Every Successful Woman ...

Fellow blogger Nora a.k.a Anon fm Miri recently wrote "Behind every successful man, there is a woman. And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two." Read here.

My old friend and Dufferin batchmate Raj a.k.a Capt T. Rajkumar in Chennai emailed me this interesting news item yesterday:

Visakhapatnam, May 24:

The wife of a poor pani puri vendor has become a software engineer in Infosys, thanks to her husband’s support. Sheik Salar, 26, a street hawker, used every rupee he earned to help his wife Fatima Bibi Sheik, 21, achieve her academic ambitions. And it was not in vain. Fatima completed her course at Gayatri Vidya Parishad College of Engineering with high marks and was given a plum posting by the software giant in a campus selection.

In fact, she is the first student from the college to get into Infosys. Fatima and Salar stay in a slum at Rajendranagar. While Fatima went to college, Salar roamed around the city with a pushcart selling puffed rice, corn, chilli bhajjis and pani puri, earning Rs 150 per day. When she was married off to her distant relation Salar by her parents in 2001, Fatima was just 15 and felt that she would never achieve her dream of being a software engineer.

“I did not want to marry since I wanted to study further and achieve something,” she said. She was crestfallen since Salar merely nodded when she told him about her dreams. But his nod meant a lot and he started saving money to help her study. By living frugally, Salar somehow got together Rs 60,000 to pay Fatima’s fee for the first and second year of her engineering course.

The Andhra Pradesh State Minorities Finance Corporation helped the couple pay the rest of the fee. “At the time of our marriage I was not sure how serious Fatima was about her studies,” said Salar. “But when I realised that she got 536 marks in her SSC exams and stood first in her school, I decided to help her study.” The pani puri vendor was adamant that her future should not get spoilt because she married him.

A junior college in the city provided her free intermediate education. She secured a decent rank in the Emcet exam and opted to join the electronics and electrical engineering branch in college. “We decided not to have kids till she got a good job,” said Salar. “For this, I took much criticism from my parents.” Fatima’s eyes moisten when she talks about her husband. “You can’t imagine the hardships he suffered to help me,” she said. “In the last six years, he was my strength. He sacrificed all his joys for me.”

“Fatima was always first in our class,” said Asha Kanthi, her classmate. “We did not know her story then. Now she is our inspiration.” Though happy at the turn of events, the couple is a bit sad when thinking about their being apart for three months, when Fatima would go to the Infosys campus in Mysore for training. Have they ever quarreled? “When we have issues, we sit together and discuss and sort it out,” said Fatima. She plans to take her husband along with her when she gets her posting. Salar too is proud, for he has proved that behind every successful woman there is a man ...

Battling Corruption

Graft, like sex, is a two-way thingy. The fight against corruption in this country is made doubly difficult with the current emphasis more on nabbing the receiver and not the giver. There is also a crying need to protect whistle-blowers.

On Tuesday 22nd May 2007, former High Court judge Dato Syed Ahmad Idid gave a talk on "Addressing Corruption in Malaysia" at the University of Malaya. This man had to quit his job some years ago after his letter exposing corruption and abuse of power in the judiciary was dismissed by his superiors. (Read Rocky Bru's take on the talk, here. I couldn't make it due to a prior engagement).

I had the good fortune of making the learned ex-judge's acquaintance a couple of years ago when he was the Director of the Kuala Lumpur Regional Center of Arbitration (KLRCA)* and I was a senior council member of Institut Kelautan Malaysia (IKMAL). We were then engaged in developing and promoting maritime arbitration in this country. He had struck me as an incorruptible and principled gentleman of the old school who had to suffer in silence for many years for something that he truly believed in.



It takes balls to rat on your colleagues but I suppose a guy has gotta do what a guy has gotta do, especially when it involves the very integrity of the country's judicial system. Dato Syed Ahmad Idid (I had joked that he resembles Kentucky Fried Chicken's Colonel Sanders !) has been quoted by the press that he has no regrets and given the chance, he would do it all over again.

Way to go, judge.

*Above photo taken at KLRCA circa 2005, (from left) Dato Syed Ahmad Idid, yours truly, KLRCA's Ms Yeo and current director Dato Noorashikin.

Greenwich

(Source: Wikipedia)

During my seafaring days, every mariner worth his salt whose ship was docked in one of London's former famous Royal Docks (now closed to shipping from 1981), will somehow find time to visit Greenwich. The town, located on the south bank of the River Thames is best known for its maritime history and as the location of Greenwich Mean Time or G.M.T., which was at one time based on observations made at the Royal Greenwich Observatory.

The Cutty Sark, a famous tall 'clipper' sailing ship, was in a dry dock by the river in Greenwich until it was almost destroyed by fire, believed to be by arson, a few days ago. Only her steel frames saved her from becoming a total loss and plans are already afoot to rebuild her back to her former glory. (Read my friend and fellow blogger Shanghai Fish's take on this, here).

Maritime Greenwich, which was added to the list of World Heritage Sites in 1997, is also the home of the Old Royal Naval College and National Maritime Museum.

There is also the University of Greenwich, where my daughter Nurasyikin graduated from 10 years ago.

The Gathering (not the movie)

I was late for the gathering of bloggers at the Subang Lake Club last night but managed to catch the last couple of speakers, MarinaM and Citizen-Nades. The dinner meet was organised by Bloggers United Malaysia and was well received by socio-political and non-sopo bloggers alike. A few friendly non-bloggers were also amongst the guests.

It was great to be able to put faces to names and was an honour and privilege indeed for me to meet Pok Ku, Sang Kelembai , Gundohing et al. Perhaps we should have more of these in the future.

N.O.C.

Around this time exactly 38 years ago, the National Operations Council (N.O.C.) was set up in the aftermath of the infamous May 13th riots and killings. It was headed by the then DPM Tun Abdul Razak. Our present PM, who was then a senior civil servant, was a member of this council. This Council also gave birth to the New Economic Policy (NEP) which after 38 years is no longer new.

I remember the joke going around then was that what NOC meant was very different to the various races in the country, i.e.,

Malays : Now's Our Chance !
Chinese : No Other Choice
Indians : Not Our Country

Sadly, the words still ring true after all these years. So I guess the joke is on us.

The Classmate

On Friday afternoon, Zorro gave me a ride to a meeting of bloggers with a former MCKK classmate of mine, a fellow who has led a chequered life and now in the midst of making a political come back. We were a bit late after getting caught in the late lunch and after Friday prayers traffic. The All-Blogs kakis were all there in Anwar Ibrahim's PJ office namely Rocky, Jeff Ooi, Nuraina, Tony Yew, A Voice, Big Dog, Stephen and a few others I have not met before.

The last time I met Anwar was a couple of years ago at a class reunion of sorts, hosted by another former classmate of ours Tengku Azman (former CEO of MIMOS), at the latter's dusun or fruit orchard in Sg. Buloh. The first thing that struck me on seeing him again was that his hair, like mine, was still 'All-Black' ! (so I suppose like moi, there was some 'cheating' involved here, old bean).

The consummate politician, (40 years ago, we, his classmates never thot he would be who he is today) Anwar answered all the questions posed to him by the so-po journo bloggers amongst us although there were moments I could detect that his mind wandered off elsewhere. Perhaps it can get pretty tiresome having to answer the same questions over and over again. But then these young fellows needed to hear the words again straight from the horse's mouth.

Perhaps after some years in solitary confinement and plenty of soul searching, a man can and do change. Unlike his former boss and jailer, at least he has shown the capacity to let bygones be bygones, and not become very bitter, vengeful and unforgiving - traits which are downright bloody unIslamic, if you ask me. He is now faced with the rather daunting task of trying to introduce big changes in the country's political arena and will need all the help he can get. So at the risk of being accused of being biased, I say boys and girls, lets give the guy a break.

It is the system, baby, and it sucks.

Ship Life

Friends often ask me what life aboard ship was like. Since I left the profession to work ashore in Port Klang many years ago, there have been many changes. I append below an excerpt from a very interesting email about life at sea for a sea captain these days. It was sent to my old training ship alumni website some time ago by my old buddy Capt. Jimmy Shroff (photo), who is still at sea and a master of a third generation container ship:

My morning on board generally starts in the afternoon with the awesome decisions facing a ship-master... to get up from bed or not, to shave today or postpone it for another week..... When (if) I do get up in time for breakfast, the issues get more weighty: should I skip the fried eggs and settle for half-boiled...

'Eggs to order' is not a small matter as Oscar Patrao would vouch for. When we were cadets on Scindia ships, discharging Calcutta coal at Tuticorin anchorage, Oscar once ordered a Spanish Omelet.. when the Chief Steward was summoned by the mess-boy, Oscar explained it was a five egg omelet stuffed with ham and cheese and topped with mushroom rings. “Mushroom rings?” spluttered the Chief Steward. Oscar got the normal 2 egg masala omelet, burnt more than usual and a reprimand from the Chief Officer.

Yusof, you may recall the wondrous feat of the 12 year old chintu kids on the lighters at Tuticorin anchorage, who would dive into the clear waters and bring up the odd piece of coal fallen over side while discharging. Well, the next day after the omelet incident, these young boys were having a gala time fishing out dozens of Jaffa oranges bobbing in the water. Simultaneously the Chief Steward was heard screaming: an entire case of oranges just removed from the fridge room had dizzappeared! Of course Oscar was like the cat that swallowed the canary... deny, deny till the end. Next morning, he got a five egg omelet at breakfast stuffed with ham and cheese... no mushroom rings tho'.

The above story is a small reminder that things have not changed much regarding the basic aspect of life at sea on merchant ships. We still do not have police or courts or doctors, things taken for granted ashore. It is still very easy for anyone to commit sabotage and get away with it. We still maintain discipline by the time honoured bluff and tradition and make a tolerable job with these two dubious tools.

The present day temper of the various authorities connected with shipping is also stretched to breaking point. But on the plus side, on safety of navigation, the Geographical Position-finding System, owned by the U.S. Navy but used by everybody, ships, planes, cars, service-men, trekkers, hand-phones, they have made a mariner's dream come true: The ship's position is known to a high degree of accuracy at any and all the time, anywhere in 3-dimensional space. The sextant has become an heirloom. Star recognition means Shah Rukh Khan, Mars is just another candy bar. I will not talk about safety anymore as a superstitious master who is still sailing... why tempt the devil.

I will end this on some brief observations on management in general, ship-master in particular. An effective manager finally has to manage through his own inner resources... the hollowness of bluff and tradition will eventually disclose itself. So if you are the authoritative, quick tempered master, do not try a facade of coolness, it’s not necessary. If you are the kindly, father-figure type, you may long to pose as a powerful disciplinarian.. again no need, the persons around you will forgive all short comings except posturing. Between these two extremes there are of course hundreds of shades of personality ...let the genuineness show forth, warts and all. Of course that doesnt mean you should be indiscrete. Just trust yourself, know you have the same potential as anyone else.

As regards electronics and automation, I never forget to use the most user-friendly remote controls supplied on the navigating bridge of a ship: they are called 'second mate' and 'third mate'. They know the location and use of more buttons than you know exist, and they love to be used. So give them a break and use them. Don't just use them to do all your distasteful work like filling up forms and check-lists. Let them con the ship through the Singapore Straits under your watchful eye.

Aha, Check-lists! When Percy Master emeritus first suggested using check-lists on board ships, an idea borrowed belatedly from the aircraft industry (as most of our ideas is... the dual wrap-around cockpit cluster on a bridge is just too good to be true. Had it on one new German built container ship), little did he know his article in the Oceanite magazine will be picked up and made the focal point of ISM and safety committees around the world. Alas we have overdone it: if I need to visit the rest-room I will have to complete a questionnaire containing such questions as:

Is the vessel safely aground
are all four anchors in use
is IMO informed
has the coast-guard been alerted
and, for good measure,
Has President Reagan (Who?) approved of the trip to the loo.

That reminds me, as the famous Balu Rao once said: I gotta go now... (you
know where...) I have not filled up the check-list.... but poor Reagan doesn't remember much these days.

Come to think of it, neither do I.

Best regards,
Jimmy

A Sight to Behold

Someone pointed out to me that we mariners are indeed a lucky lot that we are able and get to see enchanting sights, vistas and panoramas even the most frequent air travellers will never get to see in their lifetimes. I didnt quite catch his drift until he explained that some scenes can only be viewed at sea level where only mariners are privileged to enjoy.

As a first year cadet on board a ship at sea, I remember clearly the first time we sailed into busy New York harbour in mid winter en route to the port of Newark, New Jersey. Passing Staten Island and the Statue of Liberty ( of "give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"), the sight of all those tall and majestic skyscrapers in Manhattan against a backdrop of clear icy blue sky, is something I will never forget, ever.

On my maiden voyage to Hong Kong, for instance, first impressions on making port at dusk with ships anchored and moored to buoys in the harbour; brightly lit men-o-war dressed to the nines; ferries, junks and bum boats bobbing in ships' wakes and planes landing and taking off from the old Kai Tak Airport are still firmly etched in my mind after all these years.



For me especially, and I am sure for many Malaysian seamen, Muka Head on the northwestern cape of Penang Island bring special memories. The sight of the old lighthouse flashing in the distance against the dull glow of sunrise is pure magic. It never failed to bring a tear in my eye, the same way I suppose that the white cliffs of Dover will produce a lump in the throat of many an English Jack Tar, especially after many months at sea. Or on entering Tokyo Bay, the view of snow capped Mount Fuji gleaming in the distance even to the most travelled Japanese seaman.

Indeed, Muka Head for many of us simply means 'home'- the promise of nasi kandar breakfasts, a visit to the barber for a much needed hair cut, and phone calls to loved ones from the Mariners' Club in Light Street ...

Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed
The light-house top I see ?
Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?
Is this mine own countree ?
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Home is the sailor, home from the sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
the plunder of the world.
- A.E. Housman

May Day

Today is 1st of May, also known as May Day or Labour Day, a holiday in this country and in many parts of the world. A day to celebrate the working class.

For us mariners, mayday is also an emergency code word used internationally as a distress signal in voice procedure radio communications, an anglicized version of the French word m'aider, meaning "help me". A mayday situation is one in which a vessel is in grave and imminent danger and requires immediate assistance , e.g. sinking and the possible loss of lives on board. It is a word we do not take lightly, not even in jest.

But here's a hilarious dramatisation of a mayday scenario from You Tube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHx7xYNdha0

Ijok

Ijok goes to the polls tomorrow, so when my good friend Alex Thiagarasan rang me yesterday to invite me to join him on a visit to Ijok this morning, I thought it was a good opportunity not to be missed. Alex, a businessman and a Klang Town Councillor is also the head of the Klang division of the Malaysian Indian Congress (MIC). I thought this would give me the rare chance of observing up close and personal the well-oiled Barisan Nasional election machinery at work.

Ijok, a one horse town in Selangor was indeed gripped by the by-election fever with flags, posters and buntings everywhere. There was a carnival atmosphere but security was tight with many police road blocks. However, despite the fact that our car had a Klang Town Councillor's official crest, we were stopped at the very first road block into town, only to be told that it was all OK and to proceed.


At Coalfield, with Alex (in dark glasses) and YB Devamany

Our first stop was at the MIC Ladang Coalfield's Pusat Gerakan or operations center where we met its head Y.B. En. S.K. Devamany, who is the Barisan Nasional MP for Cameron Highlands. Having read about it in blogs, I wasn't really surprised to see the newly tarred roads leading into the estate right up to the workers' brightly painted living quarters. I did wonder whether taxpayers money was used to pave what obviously were private roads.


"Vicky" and me

On our way back, we stopped in Batang Berjuntai (!) to have a quick chicken curry lunch with Y.B. En. S. A. Vigneswaran a.k.a. "Vicky", parliamentary secretary to the Ministry of Youth and Sports who is also the national head of MIC Youth. When he was a young boy, Vicky's family and mine were neighbours staying just a couple of doors away in Jalan Seroja, Port Klang. This was in the mid 70's when I first started my career with the port.

The Academics

I almost forgot. On Monday, the Institut Kelautan Malaysia or IKMAL council and I played hosts at a luncheon for a group of visiting professors from the graduate school of management, Universiti Industri Selangor or UNISEL at the Malaysian Petroleum Club. They were led by their deputy Vice Chancellor, Prof. Dr. Mohamad Ali Sekak (second from the left in above photo).

The profs were in town to seek ways of collaborating with the Institute for developing their MBA programs in shipping and logistics management and the possibility of offering other subjects in nautical and maritime studies. An MOU between both parties is in the offing.

The university has its new main campus in Batang Berjuntai, Selangor. An interesting tit-bit we noted from our guests was that it seems that HRH the Sultan isn't too happy with the name of the town and wants it changed to Bestari Jaya or BJ instead. Hmmm ... I am in full agreement with HRH.

The Untaggable

I have been tagged twice for a Thinking Blogger Award by friends for which I truly apologize but will have to respectfully decline. Many thanks 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.

I am also averse to jumping on just any band wagon, pantang nenek moyang den, and take a dim view of self-grandiosment and what appears to me like the formation of another MAS ... a rather juvenile Mutual Admiration Society.

"Walk your talk" means "Go out and do something constructive in line with the principles you preach." Its not about walking and talking on your blue tooth cell phone while trying to look important or just talking or writing about issues in cyberspace while hiding behind pseudonyms. So lets cut the crap and move on.

Rocking the Boat

Some years ago during an MCKK class reunion, at a trying time when a very prominent classmate whom everyone thought was destined to become the country's numero uno was incarcerated on very dubious charges, there was mostly small talk. I was a mite distressed when an old friend told me why certain subjects were really taboo then. He explained that it was probably because of our common fear or phobia of having to “choose sides”, and many would prefer not to discuss anything controversial and risk a “falling out” that thereafter might just mar our lifelong friendships. "Its simply not worth it," he said.

I found this bloody depressing. Weren’t we all on the same side? Can’t old friends peacefully agree to disagree?

Here, Usman Awang’s poem “Melayu” comes to mind:

Watak Melayu itu menolak permusuhan
Setia dan sabar tiada sempadan
Tapi jika marah tiada nampak telinga
Musuh dicari ke lubang cacing
Tak dapat tanduk telinga dijinjing
Maruah dan agama dihina jangan
Hebat amuknya tak kenal lawan

In other words, we probably were all not sufficiently pissed off or agitated enough about the current situation then to mengamuk and to say or do something really meaningful for fear of rocking the boat. Each and everyone of us were undoubtedly snugly ensconced in our respective comfort zones.

I fear this is what is probably going to happen with the electorate in Ijok and elsewhere, but I hope I am wrong.

Me? I have been on rocking boats all my life and have been none the worse for it.

Man's Best Friend

Today's Sunday Star story about Lucky and Flo (see above photo), a couple of dogs brought into the country to help 'sniff' out pirated CDs and DVDs makes fascinating reading. Apparently the dogs have struck fear in the hearts of local movie pirates over the past month, and pirates will be further aggrieved to learn that as far as the two canine crusaders are concerned, sniffing out hidden contraband stashes of optical discs are all in a day's work. They help bust pirated goods to the tune of millions of ringgit and the desperate pirates have now placed a bounty of RM50,000 on their heads!

I have never had any experience with dogs and have never owned one, but my wife's family (her late father was a senior police officer) kept a guard dog at their Aida Street bungalow in Singapore in the mid 60's. There was once a fearsome neighbourhood mongrel called Blackie which somehow never got used to me and chased me on my bicycle almost every day when I was a schoolboy in Seremban. It became the bane of my existence. Many years later I was to find out that the little boy who owned the pesky mutt grew up to become a colleague of mine in the port and together we laughed over this for some years thereafter.

When I started greenfield port operations as general manager of the new West Port in Pulau Indah, Port Klang with a few officers and a skeleton staff in August 1994, the island was quite deserted then. The connecting bridge to the mainland had just been completed and our cars and motorbikes were the very first to be seen on the island. We had almost daily encounters with alligators, ant eaters and what looked like panther tracks outside our makeshift office cabins. Everyday at dusk on my way home during the first few days was especially a terrifying experience for me, having to walk to my car surrounded by a large howling and growling pack of wild dogs. It struck me then that the island's wild dogs' strange fascination for my old Proton Saga must surely be for the simple fact that they have never seen any cars before! True enough, they all appeared to lose interest, completely ignored me and stopped chasing my car after about a week or so.

I much prefer cats actually, and we have recently lost our beloved Koko in his sleep a few months ago which completely devastated my entire family. But thats another story ...

Bloggers Spot

I went to PJ Section 14 for lunch with Mat Salo to meet fellow bloggers yesterday. The place was indeed a bloggers spot and everyone was there including Rocky, Kickdefella, Zorro-unmasked et al. The mee rebus, a treat by Tony a.k.a "alliedmartster", was delicious.


Me and 'Rocky' (Photo courtesy Mat Salo)

The camaraderie was indeed fantastic. I was feeling a bit apprehensive at first, especially being the new kid on the blog, I wasn't exactly a spring chicken like the rest. With Anu calling me "uncle" and Nuraina kissing my hand reverently didnt really help matters but I was reassured by Zorro that he was indeed my abang, being at least several years my senior.

I suppose it makes perfectly good sense for all of us to join forces, especially now that our very existence is under threat. So as I keep saying, watch this space.

The Putrajaya Two Step

In the 1994 movie Clear and Present Danger, the hero Dr. Jack Ryan (played by actor Harrison Ford) was ordered by his boss, the President of the United States, to commit perjury in the interest of so called "national security". Ryan flatly refused, saying:

"The Potomac Two Step? Sorry Mr President, I don't dance!"

Of late we have local politicians doing the kuda kepang in their mindless onslaught of bloggers. Perhaps they are just testing the waters.

But we are not dancing either.

When things dont work ...

It has been more than three days and my family and I have had to trudge up and down the stairs daily to our 5th floor unit in our 12 storey condominium block. Both the lifts or elevators have broken down after being struck by lightning during heavy rain a few days ago and I truly sympathize with those with very young children and the elderly on the upper floors. A very lethargic management doesn't seem to help much and we owners cannot yet take over building management because we have still not received our separate strata titles after almost nine years. Another victim of bureaucratic Malays ... there I have said it again. And we are supposed to be in a "fully developed" state?



Friends of Kelana Jaya Park, a NGO of which I am very much involved in are now left to our own devices and have to look for our own funds after being cut off from a very small international funding program. The reason? Well, Selangor has been declared as a "fully developed" state by the MB, so they have decided that we dont need any help.

I wonder why do we continue to elect mentally challenged kampung politicians with foot in the mouth disease.

Wash-out

April Fools' Day and it is raining cats and dogs here in Kelana Jaya.

I am supposed to go and join my friend Hj. Harun man our Friends of Kelana Jaya Park exhibit stall at the week-long carnival organised by Lembaga Tabung Haji at their nearby HQ building open car park. But the way it has been pouring since early morning I doubt very much if anyone's going to turn up this very wet Sunday. Not many turned up at the official launch yesterday by a former Mentri Besar, even though it was a public holiday here in Selangor. Hj. Harun just called to say he isn't coming today either.


Hj. Harun (on the right) and Yap at our FOKJP stall yesterday.

It has been quite a hectic week, trying to help some friends and associates by opening some doors for them and culminating with an IKMAL Council meeting at the posh Malaysian Petroleum Club (MPC) premises on the 42nd floor of the KLCC skyscraper towers on Friday afternoon. Had to borrow a tie to get in ...


View from MPC