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[3015] The MyKasih affair on New Year’s Eve

December 31 2025. The final day for the year. New Year’s Eve.

It is also the expiry date for the MyKasih program, a government scheme providing all Malaysian citizens aged 18 or above with RM100 digitally through each person’s identification card. However, the scheme isn’t universally accepted at all stores.

Paternalism and practicality and possibly something else have restricted spending avenues to a subset of consumer products—certain basic food items, baby requirements such as diapers and hygiene products like tooth pastes—at selected stores. Although MyKasih is free money for all voting-age Malaysians, somebody in Putrajaya must have thought it was morally inappropriate to have the money spent at the more upscaled Cold Storage, Jaya Grocer or Aeon MaxValu chains. It should be spent at places like KKMart or Hero Market instead, or so the logic goes, where the marhaen, the common people, patronize.

But no matter the misguided targeting policy. There is RM100 free money to be spent. However restricted the options are, there are still rich options available and there are choice purchases to be made before the government-funded cash-like voucher expires at midnight.

Recently with a baby, diapers are at the top of my mind and although I live rather comfortably, I won’t mind free RM100-worth of diapers. The economist in me optimizes. I reckon this supply of diapers would last me several weeks, or days depending on how often the baby poos.

I head to the nearest government-approved outlet for my free diapers. Currently finding myself in Petaling Jaya, it turns out the KKMart on Jalan Telawi in Bangsar is the most convenient convenience store for me. And so I turn up on Jalan Telawi, readying my IC to redeem my RM100-worth of diapers, possibly much at the chagrin of some policymakers in Putrajaya.

“Bangsar, of all places! Bangsar!” I’d imagine the man behind the desk shouts. “Next year, we’ll remove Bangsar from the pre-approved list!”, barks the man to his special officer who nods and says “yes sir, we’ll do that. No Bangsar in the list.”

It turns out, I’m not the only one thinking about spending it on the very last day. There’s line forming at the cashier’s counter. But it isn’t too bad. Five, maybe six people lining up.

I walk and begin my search for diapers at the back of the store. “A ah! There they are.” No, those are toilet rolls. No, I don’t need that. No, those are napkins. No, those are some kind of paper products. No, no, no…

It isn’t a big store and I find the right shelves soon after. But I realize I have no idea which diaper brand to buy. I flip out the phone, call the wife who immediately gives a sighing instruction. “Do you see it?”

“Yes, I do.” No I don’t. “Okay, see ya. Bye bye.” I’m currently reading RF Kuang’s Babel and I’m reminded by the novel that the etymology of goodbye if God be with you. May God be with me.

As I begin to pray deep in my heart, my eyes land on the right brand. I guess I didn’t need to pray after all.

A bag of those diapers cost RM12.50 each. My mind quickly calculates the math and understands immediately getting 8 bags would fully utilize my RM100. But 8 bulking bags are a pain to carry. I have a shopping bag with me but it isn’t big enough for 8. I have to carry these bags to the counter awkwardly and then to the car parked nearby.

By now, the line at the counter has grown longer.

On my messaging app, a friend at another place complains that the MyKasih system is struggling to handle the sale volume for today. “The system is down! This government I tell you!”

I count there are seven persons in front of me. The customer at the counter hoping to maximize his MyKasih allowance struggles to do the math and the cashier is obliging by too much. “This item cannot. That can.”

“How about that?”

“Can.”

“That?”

“Cannot.”

This to-and-fro conversation goes on for 10 minutes. It is as frustrating as lining up at a fast food restaurant and having the person in front of you being indecisive about his meal. “Big Mac?”

“No, this is KFC.”

It’s the next person’s turn but she is underspending it. “Wait, ah. I look for more stuff.” She leaves her stuff on the counter and goes to the back of the store. Several minutes later, she comes up only to bring an item that is priced above the residual value she has.

“It’s over the limit. You’ll have to pay cash for it.”

“Let me look for something else. Wait please. I’ll change.”

Another minute or two later, she finds it. “Thank you. I really appreciate the patience.”

Next!

This customer has the same problem. The cashier says, “if you don’t spend it, the government will donate it to charity.”

He replies, “oh it’s okay,” possibly feeling the intense stares from everybody else in the line. The line grows longer and it has been half an hour since I joined it.

A man with a helmet enters the KKMart. “Bang, MyKasih boleh guna sini?” Bro, could I use MyKasih here?

“Boleh, boleh. Join the line,” he smirks, knowing full well the implicit cost of MyKasih. The RM100 may be free, but so too standing up for half an hour or longer, opportunity cost be damned.

It’s been 45 minutes and the line is barely moving. A couple comes in. They assess the situation and decide it’s not worth the effort. “Jom kita pergi Speedmart sebelah.”

I look behind and I cannot see the end of the line. It has snaked all the way to the back. Give it time and the line will become an Ouroboros, with its end meeting the head at the counter.

I can’t feel my legs. This is no way to spend New Year’s Eve. I can hear a thunder or two. It’s starting to rain heavily outside. Maybe I should say the prayer after all.

“It’s only RM84.35. Do you need to get anything else?” This consumer runs deeper into the store.

Next!

“RM96.55. Anything else?” Off he goes.

Next!

My back hurts.

Finally, just above the hour mark, it is my turn.

One bag of diapers. RM12.50 appears on the screen.

Two bags. RM25.00.

Three bags. RM37.50.

Four bags. RM50.00.

Six bags. RM75.00.

Eight bags. RM100.00.

The cashier smiles and gives me an ovation. I hear laughter from behind, enjoying their comedy of math, paternalism and government targeting policy.

The rain stops.

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[2978] Shall we read The End of the Nineteen-Nineties?

It has been a long journey but after seven or eight years of writing it, I am pleased to share that The End of the Nineteen-Nineties, published by Matahari Books, is finally out in the market.[1]

Cover for the The End of the Nineteen-Nineties

The synopsis on the back cover does a good job describing what the book is all about. Still, I feel I should explain it further and the best way to do so is to discuss the title of the book.

The obvious interpretation of the title is that the book is about the nineteen-nineties in Malaysia. The decade is the subject because, as I explained in the book, the period is special in several important aspects. To understand its specialness, I look back far into history to explain certain trends, and then rationalize the decades after through the lens of the 1990s.

One reason the 1990s is special is what I consider the end (as in the purpose) of the decade. That end is the creation of a larger civic nationalism that we commonly call Bangsa Malaysia. That wider nationalism beyond ethnicities was not conceived in the 1990s. It has a long history, but the specialness of the decade created space which civic nationalism could grow and prosper, unlike previous (and latter) attempts that failed.

The 1990s ended in a spectacular fashion with a political upheaval and an economic crisis. One of many victims of the end of the nineteen-nineties was Bangsa Malaysia.

The book is a broad sweep of Malaysian history. It is a bit of retelling by a person who grew up during the decade. It is written by a person who loved the country, fell out of love, and then ends up in a situationship.

Hafiz Noor Shams. Some rights reserved

[1] — The book is slowly making its way to various physical stores. But online purchase is likely the best for most people. Here are several places where you could buy it online:

Finally, there will be several events linked to the book set in February 2024. I hope to see you there.

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[2972] Writing interrupted

I have not been blogging, or writing, much in the past few weeks. There are several reasons for this.

I am getting more responsibility at work. On top of that, I am suffering a little bit of writing fatigue after finishing up a book that I have been writing for the past 6 or 7 years (going to print soon!). With routine broken, getting it back up is not easy. But I would be lying if all the reasons behind such laziness are all professional-sounding. I bought Football Manager 2023 in late February, and it is a time-suck.

But this blog begged me for attention yesterday, after a WordPress update broke something that forced me to manually go through my database and repair it for 1-2 hours. Exhausting but it also proves to me that I still care about this blog, even if people have moved on.

So, it needs an update!. Let me post something to celebrate (belatedly) the reopening of this part of the world.

Some rights reserved. By Hafiz Noor Shams. Creative Commons.

I visited Phuket and its surroundings a week or two a few months back. This is the small water settlement of Ko Panyi, located on the northern side of Phang Nga Bay. If I remember it correctly, the journey from Phuket takes about two hours by boat.

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[2968] Back in Ann Arbor, just for a moment

Last summer, I found myself back in Ann Arbor. I was surprised at how happy I was to be there again.

This is Liberty Street, looking east, the end where the Michigan Theater and the State Theatre are. I watched The Fellowship of the Ring at the Michigan Theater when it first came out, in what seems like a lifetime ago. Here, the Theater was showing re-runs of Hayao Miyazaki, the perfect thing to do during a midsummer night.

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[2956] Why does sending Najib to prison feel so empty so soon?

As an 18-year-old a lifetime ago, I thought Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia was the end of it. The ending. Not quite death of course, but the emphasis placed on the national examination was so great that it felt like a be-all and end-all. A terminal. Yes, there was life afterward, but that exam determined everything. Do well, and you would get to go to a good school (if you are really lucky, then you would get to go to a really great school across oceans) with some kind of scholarship. Do badly, you would be destined to mediocrity.

I did well, but I quickly learned SPM was not the last station. I went to a good school with scholarship and all, but it was not smooth sailing. University life was hard, even as I was privileged to have experienced it. I learned I was wrong, and I learned something new: life is a series of challenges. A celebration might be appropriate for surmounting each challenge, but there will always be another barrier, sooner or later.

I learned it the physical way when I unwisely went on a major hiking trip to Yosemite during my junior year. Ill-prepared, I came down the Tuolumne Canyon, all the way down to the river at the bottom to soak my feet in cool flowing mountain water. It was a long canyon 20, 30, 40 miles in length, with rugged terrain, high cliff on both sides, and the Milky Way bright up in the sky. No artificial light, no vehicle, no phone reception. The destination was upriver. Each climb to a local peak only revealed a steeper trail beyond. It was a cascade of falls that seemed to never end. If ever I entertained of idea of suicide seriously, it was there. I wanted to give up and jump down. The fatigue was too much. It felt hopeless. But somehow, I made it, with assistance of two strangers near the very top. After a hearty meal, I zoomed to Los Angeles and returned to Ann Arbor to spend my summer more banally by waking up late and play computer games all the time, inter-spaced with anime-watching and soccer games, while waiting download of large files to complete.

The jailing of Najib Razak feels a little bit like SPM, or one of those falls in that Tuolumne cascade. It was a journey of roughly 10 years, which, a huge chunk of it spent in despair and hopelessness. My little part in the whole saga seemed meaningless. The 2018 election came, and there was euphoria, but hopes were dashed soon enough. It was a miracle Najib was found guilty four years later, and his appeal dismissed. And let us not kid ourselves, he could have escaped his deserved fate if he had pushed the political button harder. Government fell twice, partly because of Najib, and Zahid, who were desperate to outsmart the system.

But the day after, life feels empty. There is a slight hopefulness, but that is it. I take it as a reminder that life is a series of cascades. A series of challenges.

The system works this time, but only because we worked to make it work, and then be let to work. There are too many times when the system has been made to succumb to corruption. Never forget that. Institutions are not automatic machines. It has to be manned (and womanned?) by good people. And Najib still has his avenues to escape his punishment.

And it is not just him who is corrupt. His collaborators are still out there, corrupting our society still.

The long struggle is the reason why, the victory yesterday, feels hollow so soon. There is still a long way to go, mountains to scale.