Museum of Natural History: Where should it be? 2

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After foraging old newspaper clips, I've managed to come across this clip; dated January 2008; concerning an idea to gazette the current Bukit Persekutuan as a hutan simpan and locate the much awaited Museum of Natural History there.

I strongly believe that this idea is unique and should be highlighted.

Hmm...have a feeling that most probably, the government already have some other ideas (to turn the whole federal hill area into a housing estate for the elite? The area should be able to fetch good price owing its strategic location within KL city center) for Bukit Persekutuan?

Proposal to preserve Bukit Persekutuan as urban park

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Proposal to preserve Bukit Persekutuan as urban park


KUALA LUMPUR: A proposal to turn the 70ha Bukit Persekutuan here into an urban park where the planned Natural History Museum of Malaysia can be located has been submitted to the Prime Minister. 

The Malaysian Nature Society and Badan Warisan Malaysia handed over the concept proposal on Dec 31. 

The proposal recommends that the hill, as an extension of the Lake Gardens, be conserved for ecological functions, environmental education and recreational use, said the society's executive director Dr Loh Chi Leong in a conference to highlight the proposal yesterday. 

“We are concerned as the land faces continuous development pressure from its surrounding areas. The land is private and has been earmarked for development, especially along Jalan Travers,” he said 

The hill is the only living forest in the city centre now, he added. 

“It has many mature trees, animals and it is a stopover area for migratory birds,” he said. 

The Government has been trying to identify a site for a Natural History Museum and the place is centralised, has good transport facilities and is near to other museums and tourist sites, he said. 

The land belongs to the Federal Government and is not a protected area, said former society president Datuk Seri Dr Salleh Mohd Nor. 

“We hope the Government will gazette the hill as an urban park by the end of the year,” he said. 

Badan Warisan Malaysia president Tan Sri Ahmad Sarji said the hill has 119 old government bungalows that could be restored and become part of the museum to host exhibitions. 

The conservation effort is consistent with the Government's green lung policy for cities, he added. 

Bukit Persekutuan is regularly used by society members for activities and is a favourite haunt for joggers and strollers. Formerly known as Federal Hill, it was set up in 1896 as the residential enclave for Europeans working for the Federated Malay States administration, according to the proposal content. 

The current Institut Kesihatan Umum Bangsar, established in the early 1900s, was among the earliest government buildings built and was known as the hospital that served the Europeans while Sri Perdana, now renamed Galeria Sri Perdana, was the official residence of the fourth Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad.

Museum of Natural History: Where should it be?

I read the news and learnt that the Malaysian government is planning to set up a new museum.

This new museum will house Malaysia's numerous natural history under one roof.

This is a definitely a good thing. 

I can still recall how mesmerized I was, looking at all the strange looking animals on display at the Natural History Wing in Malaysia's National Museum; Muzium Negara.

I know that it would be wonderful if people can actually see those animals, alive and well in the wild, but lets face it.

Not many among us are willing to go into insect infested jungles to experience close encounters with wild creatures.

Static exhibits displayed in air conditioned buildings are the next best, realistic option that we can have.

This is a positive move that I readily support.

What I find intriguing is the spot that the government put forth to house our nation's natural treasures, PUTRAJAYA.

This choice of place is something that I can't agree with.

WHY on earth does this new museum has to be built in Putrajaya?

WHY can't we have the museum build somewhere nearer to it's present location, Muzium Negara?

Can't the government pick a better place to house our nation's natural treasures within the compound of Lake Gardens?

I personally believe that, locating the much anticipated Muzeum of Natural History within the grounds of Lake Gardens, nearer to Muzium Negara (and to other attractions, eg Muzium Kesenian Islam, etc) are much more practical and is so much more convenient for people to visit, if compared with far away Putrajaya.

And I don't think that I am alone in this.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Friday December 19, 2008

Better to site museum at Tasik Perdana area

THE Government’s effort to finally set up the Museum of Natural History is most commendable and long overdue.

Most of us can still remember the natural history section when we visited the old Muzium Negara in Kuala Lumpur. To some of us, this section was more fascinating than the others because of the exquisite collections.

Today, the newly refurbished and revamped exhibits at Muzium Negara are more streamlined to portray the early history till the present day of the country.

What does not seem right is that the proposed RM5mil Museum of Natural History will be sited in Putrajaya. Why at the seat of the government?

I am of the view that the present tourism and cultural belt or precinct around the Tasik Perdana area will be a more suitable choice.

If land or building is the stumbling block, perhaps the Civil Ser vice Museum at the fringe of the lake area can be swapped with the proposed Natural History Museum.

The Tasik Perdana area already boasts of many tourist attractions, including the Islamic Arts Museum, the Police Museum, the Tun Razak Memorial, Planetarium, the Historical Museum and, of course, our pride, the National Museum.

To include the Museum of Natural History in the area would not just be more convenient to tourists, it would also enrich the area.

Again, the proposed Museum of Natural History should have the best collections. Let’s hope it would not be just another tourism edifice.

ZARI MALAYSIANA,

Petaling Jaya.

To yoga or not?

Sometimes, I can't help but wonder why some people are just too emotional when it comes to discussions regarding matters of faith, ISLAM?

I know that we Muslims have to be careful whenever we talk about the faith.

I am well aware that we have to watch out so that we don't want get overboard with our own interpretations regarding certain issues concerning the faith for fear that it might leads us to become...MURTAD.

I acknowledged that there are certain boundaries that we must adhere to.

But, then again, if we, Muslims ourselves are not meant to discuss about certain issues pertaining to our own beliefs, than who does?

I am confident that the same people who condemned my 'liberal' views regarding Islam isn't going to sit still if there is, lets say, a certain Budhist starts talking about Islam and Allah.

In the end, WHO has the authority to talk for/about ISLAM?

Is it only the 'ulama' who have the rights to talk about/for Islam. If so, that can we (the non ulamas) question the decisions/issues that was raised by them?

My beloved country and my faith are under the world's microscope/limelight again.

And as usual, its always for the wrong reason.

The news on yoga ban issued by Malaysia's Fatwa Council was highlighted on the CNN.

Imagine, of all the other news that these foreign western media can highlight, they've deliberately chosen this one.

And, I can't stop myself from wondering, WHY.

 

Airport frenzy

How would you react if you heard an announcement from the PA that says, 'In the interest of your safety, please leave the passenger terminal building' just as you arrived at the airport?

Perplexed? Baffled????

Thats exactly what I felt when I arrived in Suvarnabhumi (Bangkok's International Airport) a few minutes before.

The PAD (People's Alliance for Democracy) are at it again.

They've stage a protest and set up camp at Thailand's government house for 6 months, now.

They've managed to oust ex PM Thaksin, and the 'cook' and is also determined to do the same to the current PM; who happens to be Thaksin's brother in law.

With the KIng's birthday around the corner, they're desperate to do something drastic.

They've gone into high gear. 

They're now set up camp at Suvarnabhumi. 

I knew it was bad news when the airline personnel gave me a call and urged me to check in at the airport asap.

They said that the PAD protestors have blocked the ways to the airport.

I argued with them saying that I planned to do exactly that, but how am I to check in early if all the roads leading to the airport are blocked?

No answer to that question.  

So, I tried out my luck. The usual route was blocked, so I asked the driver to try out a different route.

Luckily, not all the routes are blocked. I managed to find my way safely to the airport terminal with enough time.

I checked my luggage in, passed the immigration counter and went straight to the airport lounge.

Leaving all the racquet and chaos, behind.

As I sit comfortably in this overly chilled lounge room, I started contemplating at what would happen to the protestors camping outside and the future of this country's image.

They had camped, hoping to keep Thaksin out of the country, but instead they're scarring away all the tourists and of course, the FDI's away.

Deep down I prayed that people back home will give a long, hard look at the situation unfolding here, before taking to the streets.

Now, whatever happened to my flight?   

 

My Raya stint-Touch & Go-part 3

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5th Oct 2008 (Sunday)

The whole family woke up early. Mak Ngah was already busy preparing breakfast (just hot Milo, though) in the kitchen. Since there were 9 of us, we all had to wait for turns to shower. I decided to take another quick shut eye before mine comes. ;) 

We all then bid farewell to Mak Ngah. She looked so sad that we're leaving. She would be all alone again in her house. She really looked happy when we decided to stay the night at her house. 

We told Mak Ngah that we will be visiting our relative's graves this morning n our way back to Muar. Mak Ngah gave us the direction to the Muslim cemetary at Jalan Bahar. 

Muslim cemetary at Jalan Bahar

The whole stretch of Jalan Bahar area was quite secluded. People don't usually visit this area. There was still quite a lot of greenery in its surroundings. Also, I noticed that there were cemetaries of different faiths located along the road. Christian, Hindu, Baha'i, etc. You name it, they've got it all here in multi religious Singapore. 

A budhist cemetary lies besides the Muslim cemetary where my relative's are buried. 

The graves are numbered and are clustered according to blocks. There was block 1 Lane 1 and so forth. 

Hmm...seems easy. 

There were already quiet a number of cars parked alongside the narrow road encircling the cemetary. People parked haphazardly along the road, and this caused a mini traffic jam. Urgh...selfish 'living' people! 

We arrived at block 16 where Grandpa Musiran and Uncle Mamat and Wak Esah is buried. We then spread out to find those graves. Not an easy thing to do because the graves were not clearly numbered and there is no map of the block that shows how the graves were positioned. 

We found Grandpa Musiran's first. My 2nd brother had to do some explaining to his newly married wife, of who is who. A crash course for her, but I think that an old family photo would have been a big help if only we'd remember to bring it along. 

We then offered Al-Fatihah, and Mom poured water on the grave. Mom then asked for her, err, sunglasses. Looking puzzled, I look up at my 3rd brother. He must have noticed of my expression and he then explained, in hushed tones that Mom just wanted the sunglasses to conceal her tears. True enough that as soon as she put on the glasses, the whole family then started to hear her sob. 

Boy, that one was fast! We siblings just look on without saying nothing. 

                                  

We then moved on to Wak Mamat's; Mom's elder brother. Again, we all helped to pluck the weed from his grave and offered some prayers. Then we searched for Wak Esah (Wak Mamat's wife) and repeat the same routine. 

Us family then moved to a different block where Nenek Jemah and Nenek N'cah (Nenek Jemah's elder sister) was buried. We repeated the same routine. 

All along, Mom's tears never stopped rolling.      

At the same time, I was reflecting on my own self. My own death, those of my parent's, those of my sibling's and close friend's. I guess thats one of the hikmahs of visiting the graves. It helps you remember that life is short and sooner or later, we will all die.

Insaflah sekejap. 

After we've finished our 2nd bottle of water, we've finished visiting the grave's of our closest family. We then made it slowly to our cars. I can't help noticing some 'interesting' things along the way.

There was a family who was burning incense on the graves! Incense!! I thought that only Budhists  do that! 

I also noticed that some families came and put up a small,colourfull windmill on the grave. This is new! Don't ask me whats the windmill is for...

                                         mini windmills on the grave. notice the name Hjh Burok?

I also couldn't help but noticed the 'unique' names of the deceased. There was a Hjh Siam, Hjh Busok, etc. 

Me and my sisters was enjoying ourselves looking for the most unique names on the block. Dad explained that in the old days, Malay people tend to purposely named their child with 'bad' names in order to keep their child from harm's way. For example, if the child is beautiful, the family would named her 'Burok' (ugly) so as to protect her from evil eyes, etc. 

Omoshiroi...

My younger sister than asked my Dad what will he named her if we were born in the old days? My Dad pondered for a while, and casually said; BACIN, before laughing all the way to the car. I just smiled at this little clown family of mine... 

We then continued with our journey back to Malaysia.

                                                                                                        ...to be continued

An 'unpleasent' cab ride

I experienced something new today...

I went shopping at Shinjuku's Tokyu Hands. I kept buying new magazines and books, and my house is running out of space to keep them.

So, I thought that I'll run over to Tokyu Hands and get myself some wooden boards that I can convert into a make-shift shelf. 

And that was exactly what I did this morning.

I came out of Tokyu Hands with a plank of painted wooden plank, 80 cm in length and a 50 cm by 50 cm wooden box, both neatly wrapped but were hanging/dangling dangerously on my skinny hands. Hmm, not a good idea to bring these items into the train. I might slam someone's head with my plank. 

I then made my way (while trying my best to balance those two items) to the taxi stand located at the ground floor. The taxi was already waiting, the door automatically opens, and theres a man from the shopping center who was kind enough to help me haul those 'dangerous' wooden things onto the taxi trunk...for free! (japanese service...world's no. 1)

I climbed in, the taxi door 'automatically' shuts after me, and soon I found myself being ferried away in comfort to my house at Hounancho. 

The whole journey was 'quiet'. There was no further conversation between me and the driver, besides the one that we had when I gave him the instruction to my house...just the way I like it. Its not that I don't appreciate a good conversation with total strangers (I sometimes do that, but usually its to get into the stranger's bed! this time, I wasn't too keen. haha!) but I was just not in the mood for any talks. I focused on the changing scenery along the road to my house. 

As we were passing a bridge, suddenly the taxi driver murmered something.

Taxi driver: Shit!

Me: ???!

(Remember that we're talking about super polite japanese taxi drivers here. They don't 'shit' around that often)

 

The taxi slowed down, and I soon figured out what the 'shit' was meant for.

A policeman (ehem) was standing next to the driver's window, gesturing him to wind down for a 'chat'.

Policeman: Good day, sir. Do you know why you're being stopped?

Taxi driver: Overspeeding?

Me: (We were?!)

Policeman: Correct. Can you please turn at the next junction. We need to see your license, please.

Taxi driver: Okay, but I'm with a customer (gesturing at me) and I'm dropping him at Hounancho. May I drop him first and return later?

Me: (They allow you to do that?!)

Policeman: Well, we'll still need your license and some details first. 

Can you wait a few minutes? (looking at me)

Me: Err, yes, I guess. (what else am I to say? Just drop me here, and I'll find another cab? No way! This is far more interesting)

The taxi driver produces his license, and the cop starts filling in some form ( I think its the ticket), while at the same time, another policeman approaches the taxi and showed the driver a piece of paper with numbers on it.

Cop No.2: Sir, you were doing 60 km/h. Do you know the speed limit for this road?

Me: (60?!!! You got a ticket for doing 60?!)

Taxi driver: Yes. Its 40.

Cop No.2: Yes. So, you were over speeding for 20 km/h. 

Me: (60?!!! You got a ticket for doing 60?! Still can't get this out from my system)

Taxi driver: Sir, I need to get my customer to Hounancho. I will come back as soon as I dropped him off.

Cop No.2: OK. We'll be waiting.

Me: (60?!!! You got a ticket for doing 60?!)

(What?! The cops let the driver go and are trusting enough to wait for him to come later?)

The taxi then drives away and soon I found myself back on the road to Hounancho.

All the while, the taxi driver was appologizing for putting through an 'unpleasent' experience. 

I also recalled him saying that he managed to stay clean without being ticketed for a whole year, last year. He also commented that the company will pay the summons on his behalf. He mentioned something about the summon's rate but I was still too perplexed about this unexpected, 'unpleasent' experience of mine, to pay him much notice.

I only managed to say that today might be his 'unlucky day'.

Five minutes later, me and my wooden stuff arrived safely at the entrance to my house.

I bet the taxi driver went back to see the policemen like he promised.

 

   

   

My Raya stint-Touch & Go-part 2

wokay...

lets continue from here.

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I arrived first at the airport and checked in. I then waited for my brother near the check in counter. 5 minutes later, he finally arrived, looking a little dazed, one hand prodding into his bag, frantically searching for his ticket and passport. 

I ushered him to the check in counter and checked him in. It was 5 minutes before the counter closed. He made it in the nick of time...

We then rushed to the immigration counter. I don't know why but it was very crowded.

Had to wait...again.

Breathe in, breathe out. Try to relax.

Well, we finally managed to board the plane just on time.

Fortunately, my brother's seat wasn't anywhere near mine.

If not, then GOD save him. He'll have to bear 2 long hours of my 'pep talk'.

11:30am 

Arrived in Singapore. The new terminal 3. 

I've used this terminal before, but I just noticed that it also has an arboretum, where real, live butterflies are actually flying around, as I hasten my walk to the immigration counter.

Thats a nice feature. Made mental note to stay around and discover what Changi's Terminal 3 has to offer whenever I'm here the next time.

We both passed the immigration counter, and as we were about to go out the door, the police stopped us, and asked to scan our belongings.

Hmm, must be my brother's yakuza-like appearance. 

We behave ourselves and within minutes, we're finally out in the open.

Phew.

I then called aunt, who lives in Pasir Ris. 

I initially wanted to go to her house by MRT, but she said its more convenient to take the taxi from Changi. I followed her advice and soon enough, we both arrived at her apartment's doorstep.

12:30 noon

Auntie (we call her Mak Ngah) made us some 'mee hoon sup' for brunch.

Both of us was hungry, so we just helped ourselves to it.

Added several teaspoon full of 'sambal kicap' for an extra 'umph'.

Ahh...heaven!

   

14:30pm

The rest of my other family finally arrives at Mak Ngah's house. 

It was a miracle! All of us under one roof! Together for Hari Raya. 

We don't usually have the chance to celebrate Raya together with the whole family since my 2nd brother is now working in Jakarta, my 3rd brother is in Dubai and me now living in Tokyo. Its quite difficult to get everyone to take leave on the same day.

Furthermore, 3rd brother and 4th brother are not in speaking terms, so whenever 3rd brother is around, 4th brother will always find an excuse not to stick along. They're still in a state of 'Cold War' but I guess Hari Raya mood got the best of them and they behaved themselves this time.

I believe that day was the happiest day for Mom.

                            from left: Fifi, Ayie, Ami, Mom Musalmah, Alaina, Dad Mahamud, Leny, Me and Aan.

Now that the whole family is here, we then starts making our Hari Raya rounds. Of course, Mak Ngah also joined in the fun.

In 2 cars, we first dropped by Auntie Teh's house at Lorong Sarina. 

I met my cousin, Kak Yah and her children. Unfortunately, the kids are in exam week, so no Raya fun for them. Have to study.

After that, we then drove to Cik Mah and Cik Ju's house at Tampines. More food and drinks are served.

Lastly, we made a stop at Kak Jana's house (other cousin) in Pasir Ris before heading back to Mak Ngah's house for a night's rest.

The clock showed that its well past 10pm when we all finally set ourselves down to sleep.

Tomorrow, Raya some more...

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                                                                                                        ...to be continued 

Balik kampung? What do you think?

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The exodus home during the festive holidays always results in bad traffic jams and just too many accidents. Are Malaysian highways and the authorities ill-equipped to handle the high volume of traffic?

Yes		66%
No		16%
Encourage use of public transport		7%
Travel only during off peak days and hours		10%

My Raya stint-Touch & Go-part 1

I was in Bangkok for this Hari Raya.

Thought that I'll take advantage of the short distance to 'balik kampung' and celebrate this year's Raya with my family members.

I then used my 'power of persuasion' and sweet talked my japanese boss into granting me leave on Monday (6th Oct, 2008) so that I can spend 3 short days with my family this time.

Coincidentally, my 2nd brother was also in Bangkok for a conference. 

It was fate that both of us had to spend this year's first few days of Hari Raya on foreign grounds.

3 days. Hmm...

Not much, but it'll have to do. 

Have to make sure that I spend my precious 3 days wisely.

I decided to fly to Changi instead of Sepang.

Lets face it. Transport from KLIA to Muar isn't easy, especially during Raya holidays.

Changi, on the other hand is more predictable. I am more confident to handle Singapore's public transport than Malaysia's.

I told my brother and parents about the change of plan. 

My father had initially planed to visit my families in Singapore, so my change of plan fits in perfectly.

I then used my airline mileages that was accumulated until now and redeemed 2 tickets to Singapore. I had to fork out and extra RM600 to cover the fuel surcharges and airport tax, still cheaper than return tickets on Airasia, and yet I'll fly a full service airline! Have to count my blessings!

Told brother that I'll pick him up at his hotel at 5:30am on 4th Oct.

4th Oct. (Sat)

The company's driver came right on time to pick me up from my apartment.

Within minutes I was on my way to Sheraton Grand Orchid to pick up my brother. 

I called his handphone. 

No answer! 

I tried calling him several times, yet no one picked up his phone. 

I was getting worried.

Arrived at his hotel around the pre agreed time, and dashed to the hotel lobby.

He was nowhere to be seen! 

I called him yet again, but still no answer.

One thing that I can't tolerate is, having to wait for others! 

I swear that I can hear my blood boiling in my head.

I gave my brother's name to the guy manning the hotel's reception.

He checked the name in his computer, and, after what felt like ages came back to me with, 'I'm sorry sir, but we cannot find anyone by this name in our record'. 

Huh?!

Something is not right. 

The clock is ticking. My blood's temperature is rising. 

FAST!

After trying his cell phone for what felt like the hundreth times (exagerating, I know but it sure felt like it) someone finally answered his cell phone! The person sounded sleepy. He said that he's sharing the same room with my brother. I told him to wake my brother up and shove the phone on his face!

Finally, I had him (my brother) on the line.

Me: What are you doing? Do you know what time is it! (I sounded hysterical!)

Him: Err...morning? 5 am?

Me: Its almost 6!!! Now, I'll give you 5 minutes to pack up and check out from here. PRONTO!!!

        (I was pissed off)

Him: Kay...(still sound sleepy)

I then walked to the reception and told the guy in charge to pass this message to my brother when he checked out:

'I'm already on my way to the airport. Find a cab and rush to the airport by yourself. I'll meet you there. Unfortunately, the plane won't wait.'

I then called my driver, climbed inside my car and sped off to the airport without my brother.

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                                                                                                            ...to be continued

 

Bills, Notices and Posters

THAI OFFICE

This notice was pasted on the public toilet booth door at my office building.

Err, I am 'being watched'? 

Wonder what it means.

How would you feel if you come across this bill/notice on the toilet wall, just as you're about to 'answer the call of nature'?

I was totally spooked!

TOKYO OFFICE

Lately, Tokyo office are 'encouraging' us not to do overtime.

Lots of posters are pasted around the office to kindly 'remind' us not to 'over work'.

Heres a sample:

The poster tells us to 'procrastinate' those works that can be procrastinate.

Hmm...

If I can have things my way, I'd like to 'procrastinate' ALL of my works!

;-)

Hari Raya di perantauan

Its 1st Syawal.
Its the first day of Hari Raya....and I'm stuck in the office, staring blank at the contract draft, while my boss and other colleagues from work are golfing somewhere in the outskirts of Bangkok.

Arghhhh!!!!!!!
Life is unfair, I know.
But, I didn't know that sometimes, life too can suck, BIG TIME!
Urghhh...
(Serves me right though. My colleagues did asked me to tag along, but since I don't golf, I turned down their offer)

Well, I guess that is one of the downsides of living/working out of Malaysia.
You don't get the chance to celebrate major festivals with family members and best friends.

After having lived overseas for years, ( I did a quick count and realized that I've spent 12 years overseas, out of which I only managed to celebrate Hari Raya with folks back home like a couple of times, only!) I know that I should have been accustomed to the idea of celebrating Hari Raya A.L.O.N.E, but unfortunately, celebrating Eid in Tokyo and celebrating Eid here in Bangkok do have its differences.

If I were to celebrate Eid in Tokyo/Japan, I would most probably teamed up with the other Malaysian community living/working there, burning the midnight oil, cramped ourselves into our small houses, chatting away while at the same time, busy preparing delicious foods for 'Rumah Terbuka' (open house) on Hari Raya Eve.

                     

I really miss that 'excitement'.

The smell of 'ketupat segera' aka 'Ketupat plastik' boiling (in what seems like ages!) in the big copper pot on the gas stove.
The laughters of close friends preparing the ingredients for the 'lauk-pauk' that will be cooked next.
The Hari Raya songs coming out from the computer than the people downloaded from the Net a few days before the gathering.
The constant ringings of differing ring tunes, signaling the numerous Selamat Hari Raya calls and SMSs from families and friends back home to everyone's handphone.
A phone call from my mom, telling me that tomorrow's Hari Raya, when I've already heard the announce via the Net.
Happy Raya wishes and greetings via YM and IM.
And not to forget the endless E-Raya cards and Happy Raya wishes via email.


Unfortunately, none of those I mentioned above happened while I'm here in Bangkok.
Urghh...


Anyway, to all great friends out there, I'd like to wish you all a SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI.

Queen of Langkasuka

A new Thai epic movie is coming to the cinemas soon.
What interests me is that, this Thai movie is based upon the legend of Langkasuka, a great empire that once flourished around Kedah up till Pattani.
Eventhough it is a Thai movie, but it prominently features Malay Sultans, Kings, Prince and Princesses.

Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with Langkasuka, a quick check with 'Uncle Wiki' states that;
"Langkasuka (-langkha Sanskrit for "resplendent land" -sukkha of "bliss") was an ancient Hindu Malay kingdom located in the Malay Peninsula. Another possible source of its name could be the combination of (-langkha Sanskrit for "resplendent land" - and Asoka in tribute to the legendary Mauryan Hindu warrior king who eventually became a pacifist after embracing the ideals espoused in Buddhism). The kingdom along with Old Kedah are probably the earliest kingdom founded on the Malay Peninsula. According to tradition the founding of the kingdom happened in the 2nd century. Malay legends claim that Langkasuka was founded at Kedah, and later moved to Pattani. It is believed that Langkawi derived its name from Langkasuka. On the other hand, the name Langkawi could also possibly have come about from (-langkha Sanskrit for "resplendent land" - and Awi in homage to the illustrious general Awi Dichu of ancient Siam, who some believe led a Siamese invasion and conquest of the area."


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It is interesting to compare the level of movie making when compared with Malaysia's very own epic movie; Puteri Gunung Ledang.


                                  

The Thai movie have more action, delicious looking actors (ahem), more action and lots and lots of CGs.
The plot/story is simple, not melodramatic and has has enough visual impact to capture viewer's imagination and awe.
The set is gorgeous, the CGs marvelous, the plot thickens effortlessly and the babes and guys are 'intriguing' enough to, err, 'drool' at.
It definitely have enough 'umph' to keep those non-historical buffs glued on to the screen throughout the show.

The Malaysian movie revolves more on the never ending topic of LOVE.
While this movie might be able to stir up one's inner most feelings, I don't think those happy-go-lucky-I-just-want-to-enjoy-a-movie type of person would be able to stay put throughout the movie.
It just doesn't have enough 'umph' in it.


Now, tell me which movie seems more engaging?
Which one would you like to see?

After reading the above description, I guess that you might already have an idea of which one I like best!

Iftar in Tokyo

Last weekend, I was invited to a 'buka puasa' (Iftar) at a Malaysian sempai's (senior) house in Gyotoku, Chiba.

The weather was dreary. 

It was cold and heavy grey clouds were hanging low in the sky, as if it's going to rain anytime soon.
I don't really feel like going out in this chilly, gloomy fall weather.

It was the first time that sempai have asked me to come for a visit.

And, with my current work schedule changing every week, I don't think that I can afford the luxury of procrastinating sempai's offer to another time.

It should be then or never.

  

Gyoutoku was quite far from where I live, (about an hour and a half train ride) but the thought of 'kuih-muih' (traditional cakes), 'ayam masak lemak' (chicken cooked in spicy coconut gravy), 'nasi dagang', and a whole lot more home cooked Malay delicacies, somehow gave the strength to brave the outdoors and ventured into the unknown.
(FYI, that was my first time to his house)

I arrived at Gyotoku station about an hour before Iftar.
Sempai was already waiting for me at the pharmacy near the station.
He was standing with a grey 'mama chalee' (bicycle) by his side.
And perched at the bicycle's rear seat, looking grumpy was Mina-chan, his eldest daughter.

I approached them, we briefly exchanged 'hi's and then made our way slowly to his house which was about 10 minutes walk from the station. I've known sempai from my University years back in Kagoshima. He majored in Economics, while I studied Architecture. We've lost contact for some time when Sempai graduated and went back to Malaysia.
In Malaysia, he got married and settled down working as a lecturer attached to a Malaysian University.

He is now back in Japan, studying for his PhD at Waseda University, one of the more prestigious private university in Japan. He brought along his wife and two kids (a daughter and a son) to Tokyo. The wife, I later found out, was a bright, bubly, gentle lady.

I was ushered in and lo!, there are lots of goodies already arranged on the table.
My stomach grumbled at the mouth watering sight.




I soon learnt that I wasn't the only guest for the night. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and in minutes I found myself surrounded by small kids running about, housewives chattering along while preparing the food in the kitchen and laughing mens in the living room.
Ahh...the warmth of a big, Malay family.

                                                       

Although it was the first time I met them, we managed to get along effortlessly.
Soon I found myself laughing along with the men, teasing the housewives and running around the house, playing hide and seek with the kids.
By now, Mina-chan was grumpy no more.

When Maghrib approached, we did our Iftar with a date and then the guys perform Maghrib prayers while the women folk tends to the children. When the mens finished, the women than performed their Maghrib prayer while us men starts to busy ourselves, filling our empty stomachs with delicious foods and just letting the kids play for themselves. ;-)

I had 2 servings before I called it quit.

After that, I followed my sempai to a nearby masjid for Isyak and Tarawikh prayers.

(I was pleasantly surprised to know that theres a masjid nearby!)

The masjid was just a plain looking 3 story building. 

I entered the building and I can see that small prayer hall was almost filled up.

It was after all the last night for Tarawikh prayers.

I also noticed that most of the congregates were of Pakistan/Indian nationals. 

The enticing aroma of 'attar' lingers throughout the slightly cramped hall.

 

After we've performed our solat, I asked sempai where do the people here do their tithe (zakat fitrah) collection. Sempai pointed to several small wooden boxes lined at the back of the praying hall.

Me: Err, thats it? No akad or anything?

Sempai explained that the mosque follows the teachings of the Maliki sect where the paying of tithe without akad are permitted. The important thing is your 'niat'. 

Me: Hmm, 'benri'. (convenient)

So, I made my 'niat' and slotted in 1500 yen as tithe inside the wooden box.

I then made my way back to sempai's house for MORE food and drinks.

 

  

Jangan Pandang Belakang...for real!

I received a very disturbing phone call from a close friend after work, yesterday.

This friend of mine works in the financial industry.

He is a banker with a foreign bank. 

He is now in his mid 30s. He studied economics in a western university. 

Healthy, adventurous, goal oriented, sharp and always filled with positive attitude.

I consider his life as a very successful one.

I've secretly admired him and somehow considered him as my 'idol'.

It has been quite some time since I last heard from him. 

I thought that he was just busy with work, something that he is always complaining about.

(So buzy was he, that he just can't let his blackberry go! The blackberry seemed like it morphed

 into his palm)

 

Well, I learnt that my assumption wasn't completely wrong.

He was busy alright. 

But it wasn't because of work.

He confided in me that he was actually busy fighting for his peace of mind.

He claimed that he had been 'sick' for three weeks.

Knowing him, I know that he is not the kind of person that succumbs to sickness, easily. 

I sensed that something must be wrong. 

I just had to ask.

Me: What happened?

Him: I was 'sick' for 3 weeks. Am feeling a bit better now, though.

Me: Err, what kind of 'sickness', if you don't mind?

Him: Hmm...don't know if this makes sense to you. I was under some kind of black magic spell.You know, the kind that involves 'dukun' , 'pawang' (witch doctor) and stuff. 

Me: What?! 

Yes.

He said that it all started after he returned from a business trip to Indonesia.

He wasn't feeling sick, but he completely lost his appetite.

His weight has gone down tremendously, and because he's not eating properly, he doesn't have the same gusto to carry on working like before.

He suspects that it was the doing by someone who is jealous of the good relationship that he has with his Indonesian business partner. 

They wanted to weaken him, physically and mentally, so that he won't be able to continue doing business in Indonesia.

Wow! Imagine hearing THIS from a well educated man.

How are you supposed to react? 

What was I supposed to say?

Me: What made you so sure? 
Him: I didn't believe in all these, at first. But then, I figured that something wasn't right and I went to see the doctor. The doctor said that I was fine.
I didn't suspect anything, until one day I invited some friends over for dinner. 
One of them suddenly became hysterical! I was completely blown away! 
We then take him out; more like wrestled him out of the house, where he fainted.
Minutes later, when he's concious, he told me that he saw 'something' hiding in my shower room! 
Me: (Bulu roma meremang)
Him: My other friend than brought me to go and see a 'bomoh'.
 The bomoh said that the 'being' followed me back from Indonesia with the sole intention of inflicting harm to me. 
(there goes my 'hantu'-and-the-likes-won't-be-able-to-cross- over-water-bodies myth down the drain) 
 I asked the 'bomoh', that I've showered many times there since I returned, but why didn't 'it' bothers me, then?
The 'bomoh' told me that maybe its because of my will strength, 'it' couldn't inflict harm at once. Thus 'it' stayed on and made me loose my appetite in order to weaken me first.
My condition's improving, after the 'bomoh' managed to subdued 'it', but 'it' is still there.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night.

                              

'Along, Alang, Angah, Teh, Usu?'

My family consists of 8 people.

Now, according to Japanese standard, a family of 8 can be considered big.

I have 6 siblings, (4 boys and 2 girls) and it so happens that I am the eldest.

Even so, I don't display any physical traits that might give give the slightest hint to my 'seniority' among my siblings.

Simply put, my younger brothers are more 'well built' and definitely looks more matured than I do!

I don't know what went wrong, but every time I show someone my family photos, I will always receive the same comment; "You're the eldest?! But your younger brothers look so much more 'older/matured' than you! "

And, every time I hear that, I am always at lost with words.

I mean seriously, what am I to say?

 

What am I to blame? Different genetic built? Don't think so.

That I use some special ointment (jamu) that helps keep my youthful looks? I don't even know what 'jamu' is!

I don't know, but I've secretly believe that I owe my youthful looks to my happy-go-lucky, hakuna matata spirit. 

But, thats not the point that I want to deliver.

Japanese factor

Now, if I'm born Japanese, life might be a little bit more easy.

No matter how you end up looking, people can easily figure out if you're the eldest, number 2, 3rd child and so forth.

How come? Well, its because that the Japanese have come up with a simple way of naming their child (boys only, though) by the order of one's birth.

Example, if you're a first born male in the family, most probably you'll be named 'Ichirou' （一郎） which means 'The eldest son'.

(If you're a baseball Major League fan, then I guess the name above should ring some bell)
'Jirou' （次郎）for son number two.
'Saburou' （三郎）if you're the third in line,  and 'Shirou'（四郎） if you're the fourth.

The fifth son will be called, 'Gorou' （五郎）. 
(Well, don't ask me what do they call son number six and more. I did asked once, but since not many japanese have many kids, even they can't tell)

Easy right?

Malay factor

In Malay custom, we don't name our child according to their birth order.

Naming a child is complicated. There are no 'fixed' rules that you can refer to.

But, Malay people don't use the actual name of a child within the family's everyday lives.

We usually substitute it with 'kinship term' (one of the forms of address when speaking to others, especially when speaking to family members and close, intimate friends) in our daily conversation.

Usually, the first born will be addressed as 'Along'.

It comes from the malay word, 'sulung' which literally means 'eldest'.
Then, if you're the youngest, you'll also be known as 'Usu' which comes from 'Bungsu'; which is 'youngest'.

Now, that much is clear to me and everyone that I interviewed.

But what do the Malays call their 2nd, 3rd, 4th born and so on?

I've heard some Malay families uses the kinship term Angah, Alang, Uda, Tam, Teh, Andak, etc to address family hierarchy, but I am not clear which one of these should come after 'Along'.

Another thing is where does these kinship terms comes from?

As mentioned earlier, I deduced that the term 'Along' derives from 'sulung', and 'Usu' comes from 'Bungsu', but what about the rest?  
I suspect the term 'Angah' comes from the word 'Tengah' which means 'the middle one' but most of the times, families use this kinship term after 'Along'; referring to number 2.
What does 'Alang' stands for?
How about 'Teh'? 'Tam'?

Can someone please help me clarify?

Dance Debut?!

OK.

It is nice to know that someone out there (you know who you are!) are reading my posts!

To all of you, I would like to say, Thanks!!!

Well, its been some time since my last entry.

Below is an entry that I wrote about my 'mundane' daily life encounters.

Here goes.

Wednesday, 17th Sept

I went for HIP HOP DANCE lesson after work. 

YES, you heard me right. 

I dance! Hehe.

Wondered why I joined the class? 

Well, first of all, I've been wanting to learn how to dance for quite some time. I've always enjoyed dancing. I've also managed to learn a few dance routines while I was studying Japanese language in Universiti Malaya, Kuala Lumpur. 

But it was Malay traditional dance then, though. 

Completely different from what I'm learning, now.

Secondly, its because I think that my everyday life is just too routine, too boring. 

I feel that I need to instill some change in order to make my weeks more interesting.

A colleague came up to me one day and asked if I'm interested to join him and sign up for hip hop class? I gave it some thought and after I gave it one lesson, I was officially hooked! 

Thirdly, I really think that I need the exercise.

Boy, if only you could have seen the amount of sweat after one and a half hours of class, you'll know what I mean.

Fourthly, I am secretly harbouring a dream to perform my hip hop moves someday soon.

Think that I've had a craving for the spotlight and of course, attention! 

And, after seeing my colleagues from dance class performing on stage, strutting their stuffs and cool moves, I was completely awed. 

I too would like to stand on that stage, showing my moves and making other people gaped and awed. Still haven't got the courage to do so, though...but I'm working on it.

Hehe...just wish me luck!

I finished my lesson at 8:30pm.

I was completely out of breath, completely drenched in sweat but feeling fulfilled and a little, 'high'.

I had a call from my 'sempai' (senior) asking if I'd like to join them for a karaoke session.

I quickly said 'YES!', changed clothes and within less than half an hour, found myself zig zagging through the crowded street of Shinjuku, finding my way to the Karaoke Box/shop.

We sang our hearts out at the Karaoke Box until 11pm! 

Had a great time and lots of laughs.

Karaoke IS definitely a good way to release steam. Good therapy

I made at Hounanchou (the subway station nearest to my apartment) station at 11:30pm. 

I was planning to cook up something descent for 'sahur' the next morning, but I was just too trashed out to even bother...

I then paid a visit to the nearest convenience shop (combini in Japanese) to my house.

I bought instant seafood spaghetti, an orange juice and bread, and walked slowly back to my apartment.

Once inside, I checked my emails (we can't just ignore them nowadays, can we?) and FB account and then had a nice, long hot shower. When I finished, it was already 12 midnight!

I then switched on the tv, stuffed all my clothes inside my washing machine and set the timer on 'standby' mode and start washing at 10am, tomorrow.

And then arund 1:30am, I heated the 'instant spaghetti' and had my 'sahur'.

It was already 2 am when I finally hit the bed.

I woke up at 7:30am next morning with a severe sore throat and muscle cramps all over!

BOY, I am getting OLD! Sigh...

Tale from two countries

I was told that current Thai PM, Khun Samak, was forced to resign.

The news are as follows:

Thai PM, Cabinet forced to quit over cooking show

BANGKOK: Thailand’s prime minister was forced to resign Tuesday along with his Cabinet after the Constitutional Court ruled that he had broken a conflict-of-interest law by hosting TV cooking shows while in office.

Prime Minister Samak Sundaravej’s supporters immediately vowed to bring him back to power, leaving Thailand in a deep political crisis that has virtually paralysed the government, spooked the financial markets and scared away tourists.

Well, well...

The PM was told to quit by the court and its all over a cooking show.

Interesting.

Today, on the same paper, a different story unfolds in Malaysia;

Muhyiddin confirms Dr M returning to UMNO

KUALA LUMPUR: Umno vice-president Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin has confirmed that former prime minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad is returning to the party.

He said that Dr Mahathir expressed his intention to return to Umno at a meeting last Saturday.

Hmm...

In Thai, a current PM was asked to quit from active politics.

In Malaysia, previous PM was asked to take an active part in the country's politics again.

'Bunga' jalanan

Seems like demonstrators are not the only group of people taking to the streets lately. 

Recently, I noticed a significant increase in the number of 'pelacur' lining the dark streets along the periphery of Lumpini Park and some dark alleys around the neighborhood. These 'bunga jalanan' will come out and 'bloom' when the park's gate is closed, every night. 

I thought that it was just me, but a casual chit chat with another long time Bangkok resident confirmed my suspicion/obervation. He also provide an interesting 'insight' into the whole phenomenon.

According to him, the increase in the number of 'pelacur' on the street is an indicator that the current Thai economy isn't doing well. It is apparent that the current political turmoil is actually driving tourists away from Thailand, thus depriving these 'pelacur' of their customers and in the end, forcing them to go to the streets. 

Hmm...

Tourism is big business in Thailand. A decline in tourist numbers is definitely a grave problem for many Thais. And with several countries issuing 'warnings' to their nationals to stay away from Thai at the moment, situations are getting more dire. 

With no eminent solution to the current turmoil (both parties turned down offers to bring the issues to the discussion table) and the army reluctant to take sides, this turmoil is set to continue on for some time.

The girls of Patpong knows this too well. 

And, they've started to take matters into their own hands.

Political differences aside, life, as usual must go on....