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Museum of Natural History: Where should it be? 2

2008-12-20T17:11:00.004+09:00

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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

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?

2008-12-20T00:01:00.006+09:00

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?

2008-11-27T20:52:00.004+09:00

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

2008-11-26T00:13:00.002+09:00

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

2008-10-22T07:01:00.007+09:00

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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

2008-10-19T23:23:00.003+09:00

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

2008-10-15T21:22:00.012+09:00

wokay...

lets continue from here.

***

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...

***

...to be continued

Balik kampung? What do you think?

2008-10-08T19:31:00.004+09:00

POLL RESULTS »

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%

16%

Encourage use of public transport

Travel only during off peak days and hours

10%

My Raya stint-Touch & Go-part 1

2008-10-08T12:54:00.006+09:00

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.

***

...to be continued

Bills, Notices and Posters

2008-10-03T12:47:00.006+09:00

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

2008-10-01T17:45:00.005+09:00

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

2008-09-30T08:01:00.006+09:00

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

2008-09-28T14:05:00.010+09:00

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!

2008-09-28T05:26:00.004+09:00

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?'

2008-09-25T23:33:00.007+09:00

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?!

2008-09-20T09:27:00.008+09:00

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

2008-09-09T23:52:00.004+09:00

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

2008-09-09T13:44:00.003+09:00

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....

Lonely Sunday...

2008-09-08T12:47:00.003+09:00

My boss decided to go golfing yesterday (Sunday) so I took the whole day to pamper myself.

I walked to Central World Shopping Center.
I had a 60 minutes facial treatment (THB 1299), and after that I went to the hair salon.
I colored my hair (to 'get rid' of those grey hairs; THB1500) and then had it cut short.(THB350)
The hair designer recommended a special hair treatment cream thats supposed to make my newly colored hair 'glow'. (THB1300)
I also went to catch a movie at the cinema, yesterday.
I spent a good 2 hours watching Wall-E. (THB120)
When I walk out from the theater, its already 6:40pm.
Its Iftar time!!!

I had a craving for fried chicken (hmm, wonder why?) and head straight to KFC for buka puasa yesterday.
Err, don't ask me if Thai's KFC is Halal or not.
I was told by another Muslim that it is. I've seen local Muslim Thais eating there.
I also noticed that some of the people who works there wears name tags with 'Ebrahem', 'Laila', written on it.
Those are Muslim names, right???

I also bought a 5 piece meal to take home for sahur.

I did all the activities mentioned above....ALONE!!!

Hmm, what a way to spend one's Sunday.

Its not supposed to be like this. I've planned to spend last weekend, strolling at Hua Hin; the beach area 3 hours drive from Bangkok. I was supposed to go there together with a friend from Bangkok.
We've made a deal. He drives and I'll provide the rest.
But unfortunately, he called me up on Saturday morning, saying that he was sick!
The heavy rain that ensued after that only helps dampen my weekend mode further.

That was when I decided to just keep to myself last weekend.
I switched off my phones, turned on the TV, and moped on my bed, 'rotting' all Saturday.
And on Sunday, I decided that I've had enough of my unkept bed, and decided to taste the outside air.

Being alone is nice...sometimes.

Tripple bummer morning!

2008-09-06T11:47:00.004+09:00

I woke up at 6 am this morning.

Damn!

I forgot to take my sahur!!! I was planing to wake up at 3 am to eat light and drink lots of fluid before the next Iftar, but I guess I was just too exhausted to even bother.

Urghh....what a bummer.

I opened my laptop and browsed through my emails.

There was an email from my boss. (kachou, in Japanese)

Hmm...wonder what its about.

I opened it up, and the Subject reads: Death of Mizukami-san.

Double whammer!!

Mizukami-san was my kachou from my Toyama years!

We've traveled to Bangkok together. I recalled having once had a heated argument on our company's stance venturing into the overseas market in a cab in Bangkok.

He was one of the major players who believed that venturing oversea will do good for the company. I am a staunch believer of that ideals too.

He took care of me until the time when I was transfered to Tokyo.

I just couldn't believe what I read!

The email said that Mizukami san was diagnosed with brain tumor a year ago.

He then took leave for treatment, and later had a brain surgery.

He did come back to work after the surgery, but since the pain didn't persist, he took sick leave again and started frequenting the hospital for check ups and further treatment.

His death came as a shock to all of us at the company.

I scrolled down further, and I noticed an attachment to the email.

I opened it.

It was a very formal document.

On it was small boxes asking for your name, employee number, and finally how much you're willing to 'contribute' for the grieving family.

Yes, its the all too familiar, Okouden.

That jolt me back from my melancholy.

Triple bummer!!!

Here in Japan, one's lives revolves around money.

You celebrate New Year, MONEY. You reached 20 years old, MONEY.You get married, MONEY. You die, also MONEY.

The adage Money makes the world goes round actually do mean something (actually, it means a lot!) in this part of the world. No can deny.

Sigh. My stomach rumbles in protest....

Corrections, please!

2008-09-05T03:35:00.003+09:00

Today something 'strange' happened at the Rep office in Bangkok.

It was one of those laid back days...

Not much work, and I was just whiling my time, browsing the Internet.

It was after all, the 3rd day of Bangkok's Emergency Decree.

And since PM Samak declared this morning that he's not resigning, I and of course the rest of Thailand was anticipating that the current political turmoil will prolong; I've made it my priority to keep up with the latest news.

Suddenly, my Japanese boss; who was keeping himself busy all these time, writing reports on his latest business trip to Taiwan; came up besides me and ask how to pronounce a particular Kanji; Chinese character.

I was surprised! A Japanese asking me, a foreigner how to pronounce a Kanji!

Wow! They really must have excellent trust in my Japanese language capabilities.

Anyway, I glanced at the Kanji he was showing, and unfortunately(?), I too don't know the pronounciation for it. Well, good for him I guess since I am 'saving his face'.

Later on, I was reading through pages from a Japanese newspaper. I figured that I should try to further brush up on my Japanese reading while waiting for my boss to finish with his report. (Man, its been hours since he started, and he still haven't finished!) I came across another Japanese Kanji that I am not familiar with. Without any hesitation, I asked another Japanese coworker how to pronounce the word. He too said that he don't know how to pronounce the word. He plainly said later that the word I pointed out wasn't an 'everyday' word...whatever.

Another few hours later, my boss declared that he's finished writing his report. He needed to submit his report to the CEO and he's like us (me and my other co-woker) to have a look at it before he submit the report.

I took the report and started reading.

Surprised! Surprised!

Frankly speaking, there was a lot of corrections and grammatical mistakes that I pointed out just to make the whole sentence, understandable. I can even write something better, looks more professional that my boss's.

As I was helping my boss, correcting his report, a fax from the Japanese Embassy came through.

According to the fax, there'll be another demonstration of around a hundred Thai University students at Central World Shopping Complex scheduled to take place at 9am tomorrow morning. The demonstrators will then stage a march down to the Police HQ located nearby. We (the Japanese actually) are advised not to be around the area.

Hmm...

I think to myself that it seems like, not only my boss's report that needs some corrections. Thai politics are in need of some major 'corrections' of their own.

What a world!

Emergency Decree!

2008-09-03T03:34:00.003+09:00

I arrived in Bangkok this afternoon to find out that the usually busy Suvarnabhumi airport was kind of 'different' than always.

First, the usually packed arrival hall was virtually deserted. The pesky, loud, annoying taxi touts and people eagerly waiting for their loved ones to emerge, that usually blocked my view each time I got out to the arrival hall was nowhere to be seen!

Secondly, the heavy presence of police personnel only helps to confirm my doubts that something is definitely wrong.

As the car speeds into town, I can see that theres less traffic on the road. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, considering the all too famous Bangkok gridlock, the smooth car-ride all the way to the hotel was definitely a welcomed change. Still, I am intrigued to find out.

I called up Lydia, a Malaysian friend working/living in Bangkok. She immediately told me that due to some violence that happened at Sanam Luang area between protesters to PM Samak and the police (or is it, the army?) a person was killed and PM Samak ordered an Emergency Decree at 7am this morning to keep things under control. Lydia told me to be careful, because things might get tense if the authorities couldn't keep things under control. She advised me to stay away from Sanam Luang area, where the protester's camp are located, and also to stock up on food as soon as I arrived in the hotel since nobody's not sure if things might get ugly or not. Kind Lydia also offered me a room at their service apartment in case things in the city (where I'm living and also where all the action is) gets worse. Well, lets hope that things'll not get that bad.

I arrived safe and sound at the hotel and proceed directly to the check in counter. The girls at the front desk asked me if I'm confirming my 10 days stay this time. Well, I asked them why, and they explained that some customers(tourists) opt to go back early due to the current political turmoils. Can't help but wonder how big the current political turmoils will bring to this beautiful kingdom that relies heavily on its Tourism Industry.

As soon as I've settled down in my hotel room, I walked to the shopping complex nearby to start buying some provisions. Today was 2nd day of Ramadhan, and I also need to stock up on something for sahur, too.

I noticed that, Emergency Decree or not, life on the streets of Bangkok still continues as usual. The hawkers are still busy preparing food, and the stalls are filled to the brim with customers as usual. People still throng to the shopping center for their groceries. If I wasn't at the airport today, theres no way of knowing that the country is in Emergency Decree!

Hmm....I just hope that Malaysia won't end up the same.

I then made my way to the nearest spa for 2 hours of blissful body scrub and oil massage.

Total relaxation. Within that 2 hours, I managed to stop thinking of all thats happening to the outside world.

Sleepless in Cairo...

2008-08-11T11:46:00.007+09:00

Conned at the Cairo Airport lobby!

- This person (whom I later discovered was a tout) came up to me as soon as I came up from the plane and asked if I've already have any transportation to go to the city. It was still before the immigration, there was a 'Ministry of Tourism' tag hanging from his neck, and I thought that since I'm not out in the arrival hall yet, and that ONLY authorized personnel should be allowed in this area, he must have been a real officer and I told him that I don't have any transportation to the city yet. He then asked me to follow him and I did. He lead me to a booth at the airport lobby manned by a fat lady. The 'officer' and the lady talked something in Arabic, and she suddenly asked me to pay 95 Egyptian Pound (EP)! I told her that I've read that it only costs around 30~40 EP by taxi to the city centre, but she claimed that the hours are already late. Whatever...I'm tired and would like to get to the hotel asap, so without thinking much, I gave her the money, knowing quite well that I'm being ripped off.

The 'officer' than took me to meet a man who introduced himself as Hussain and told me to board his 'taxi' (which looks every bit the usual run down Nissan Daihatsu car) and he sped all the way to the city.

In 25 minutes, I was at standing in front of my Hotel. I paid Hussain some tip (called 'baksheeh') but he insisted on more. I was getting tired, sticky all over because of the time spent on the plane, and don't exactly want to end my first night in Egypt, haggling over tip with a local, so I just paid him another wad of EP! This time, Hussain smiled and gave me a flying kiss!

Room

-I checked myself in, and after another set of 'baksheeh' I was sent to my room. First impression? Well, the room's quite decent, I guess. The view? Nothing much to write about. The toilet's condition was so so. After settling down, I went straight to the check in counter and asked for a copy of Cairo's map. I plan to walk to Mahattat Ramses tomorrow morning. Have to sleep well tonight, coz I'll have an early start tomorrow.

-Can't sleep too well. Maybe its the excitement. But, I also believe that its really noisy out there on the street! So many cars honking around, and its already wayyy past midnight!!! I've no idea why people/drivers have to honk all the time... Finally, after lots of tossing around on the bed in the middle of the night, I managed to get a wink.

....to be continued

egypt trip (12th to 20th May, 07)

2008-08-09T02:00:00.009+09:00

Okay. I realized that it might be a bit late to update about my Egypt Travel that happened last year, but I figured out that one of the reason why I wanted to have a blog is to share my travel experiences, so here goes...

12th May, 2007

Day 1

Checked-in at Singapore's Changi International Airport. As usual, I felt that the airport was a little bit 'cold'.

Now I am at the waiting area! Still can't believe that I am finally going to Egypt! I've been dreaming of this trip for years. Finally, I've found the courage to actually put it all into motion. I am still in doubt though, unsure if the whole trip will turn out the way I planned it to be since this is to be my first experience travelling alone!

Before boarding the plane, I called up Ed and discussed (more like got him excited) about the prospect of going on another week-long trip by train on the Trans-Siberia Express from Moscow to Mongolia's Ulaan Bator. Am seriously considering this idea. At least, I've something else to look forward to if I made in back from this Egypt trip in one piece!Hehe...

Scribblings while on the plane

- The plane flew over Singapore harbor. Saw the sun setting in the horizon. What a beautiful sight.

- Plane made a turn nearby Batam Island and entered Johor skies. From the looks of it, the plane is currently flying on the Western coast side of Peninsular Malaysia. I can get a clear view of the Straits of Malacca from my window seat. Then, something familiar caught my eyes! It was the winding Muar River, the old and new bridge, and of course the majestic Ledang Mount!!! Its actually the first time I've ever saw Muar town from above.

- Currently, the plane is flying over KLIA!!! Can see clearly the airport and its periphery. Dirgahayu Malaysia...

- Oh, the plane is only half full. There wasn't many people around. I can see rows of empty seats. The seats next to me were also empty. Better make good use of the situation. I'm free to snap pictures and scribble my thoughts some more!Hehe...

- The plane is currently flying along side West Coat Peninsular. Its already too dark outside the window to actually see where I am now. As I was wondering, the Captain announced that the plane will soon be flying over Phuket and will make a turn straight to the Bay of Bengal.

- According to the flight info on the monitor, flight time to Cairo will take around 8 hours and 45 minutes. Local time in Singapore, 19:02. Local time in Cairo is 14:20. Meaning theres a 5 hour time difference between Singapore and Cairo! I didn't know that!!! Guess I was too engrossed with planning for the journey itself, that I overlooked all these small information. Made mental note to read Cairo's Lonely Planet book that I brought with me.

- Plane currently flying over the Bay of Bengal! Turbulent here and there. Cabin crew stops serving hot drinks. The plane bumps every now and then. I strapped myself to the seat as firm as possible.

Cairo, finally!

- After hours being cooked up in the plane (we arrived 35 mins late due to the turbulance at the Bay of Bengal), I finally arrived at Cairo International Airport. The airport wasn't anything much to talk about. Old and dirty. (well, to be fair the Egyptians are building a new Terminal. Wonder how this new terminal would be like)

- There wasn't a single smile as I approached the big, bulky (ahem) moustached guy sitting behind the Immigration Dept. "Malaysia?", he asked. I nodded. "Why you come to Egypt?", he added. Err, isn't it obvious?? But of course, I didn't say that part out loud. "Travel", I replied and put forward my best smile, but received no reaction. He didn't even look when I answered. He kept on going through the pages on my passport, flipping and staring hard at the pages. Whatever...I didn't endure 8 hours of plane trip to be turned back at the gate...but eventually, the guy stamped my passport, returned it to me and off I went out into the arrival hall. (?, I was too small) I double checked my passport, identified the stamp with the date of entrance. It was all in arabic!!! Cool!!! Something different.

.........to be continued

SMS

2008-07-31T21:40:00.008+09:00

「ただいま！」と少しばかり張り切った元気な声を出して玄関のドアを開けた。

誰もいないと頭の中で分かっていても、部屋のドアを開ける度につい口にしてしまうのだ。

クセはなかなか直らないものだと自分に言い聞かせ、玄関に立った。

「ランプがつかない！」

いつもなら、センサーが人の動きを感知し、玄関のランプが勝手についてしまうが・・・

薄暗い玄関でしばらく立ちつくした。後ろのドアを半開きにしたまま、手を体の前に伸ばし、指先で壁のスウィッチを探った。

「センサーの電池が切れたのかな？感度が悪くなってぇ」

一瞬、さっきの「ただいま」を後悔した。

「おかえり・・・」という返事がしたらどうする？と妄想が働いた。

胸の鼓動が一瞬早まった。

指先がスウィッチを発見。早速、電気をつけ、明るくなった玄関周りをスキャンした。

「大丈夫。誰もいない」と意味なく胸をなでおろした。

玄関で靴を脱ぎ捨てて、弁当箱や空PETボトルが散乱している廊下を通って、洗濯物が部屋の片隅に山積みになっている狭い部屋に辿り着いた。

カバンをベッド先に置き、テレビをつけた。特に見たい番組はないが、なんとなくテレビから流れた音が聞こえると、気持ちが落ち着くのだ。

のどが渇いたので、再びキッチンへ戻った。テレビ横の白い壁につけた電子時計をみて、夜9時だと分かった。いつもより早い帰宅でなんだか得した気分になった。

水分補給をしている最中、ズボンのポケットに収めた携帯電話が鳴った。

メールだ！誰からかな？ポケットに手を突っ込み、携帯を取り出した。

携帯の窓で送信者名をチラッと見て、微笑んだ。

「アノ人からだ。」

好きな人からのメールだと分かり、テンションがすぐに上がった。

携帯を開き、「I miss you」の三文字が・・・

「Now in bed with wife and Lin…thinking of you」

・・・つづく

出会いと再会

2008-07-31T21:09:00.006+09:00

そうだ。

人の旦那さんを、僕が好きになってしまった。

いけないことだと分かっていながらも、僕には、この気持ちを抑えることが無理だ。

彼と僕は、同じ高校の先輩後輩という関係だった。

全寮制の高校だったため、国中から集まった一年生を、一刻も早く寮生活に馴染ませようと、責任感の強い彼は、我々後輩をいろいろと可愛がってくれた。

最初は、頼もしい存在の先輩だったが、知れば知るほど、気になっていった。

できることなら、彼と一緒にいたかった。いつか、僕の心の中に、彼の存在が。

けどそのとき、彼に告白することはなかった。

嫌われるのが怖かった。ずっと、このままの関係が続ければなと思った。

彼が高校を卒業する時は、正直悲しかった。

頭がよく、スポーツ万能だった彼は、高校を卒業してすぐ海外留学のオファーが来た。

その話を聞いた時、正直もう駄目かと思った。彼を諦めた。

彼との夢を、諦めざるをえなかった。

数年前、高校の同窓会で、再び彼と再開した。

高校を卒業して10年。まさかのことで、同窓会の後、近くのファミレスで朝まで話が盛り上がった。

その時に、彼が僕の会社の近くに住んでいることを知った。

そして、現在彼がすでに結婚していて、美人で、頭がよくて、キャリアーを持つできる奥さんがいることと、3歳になる娘を持つことも。

家族のことを話す時、彼は幸せそうだなぁと感じた。

ちょっぴりうらやましかった。

ちょぴり切なかった。

話の弾みで、高校時代のお互いの印象を話題にのぼった。

たいしたことないと思って、話のネタで、高校時代の彼に対する思いを告白しちゃった。

僕の告白を聞いた彼は、「うそーっ」と言い、大きな声で笑った。

「それは、そうよね。今はもう笑い話だよね」と自分を慰めた。

自分が格好悪いと思った。

やっぱり、告白するんじゃなかったと後悔した。

恥ずかしかった。

始発の時間になって、やっとファミレスを出て、駅まで二人で歩いた。

上り始めた太陽の暖かい日差しを頬で感じながら、駅までの距離がもっと遠ければなぁと何度も静かに神様に願った。

もう少しだけ、彼と一緒にいさせて。

もう少しだけ、彼の背中を目に焼きつきたいの。

駅の入り口で、彼が急に足を止めた。「どうしたの？」と僕が。

彼は、僕に振り向き、真剣なまなざしで僕の目をみて、こう言った。

「実は、僕も・・・君のことが、好きだった。」

自分の耳を疑った。

・・・つづく

O-saki ni shitsurei shimasu...

2008-07-31T20:32:00.007+09:00

Its 8:30pm, and I'm just home from work.

I shook off my suits and slipped into something better.

Finally, I can once again sit down and continue what I've started (and secretly vowed to continue on doing!) last night.

Blogging.

Most of my japanese colleagues were still at the office when I bid 'sayonara' for the day.

Seems like they'll be staying up late again, as usual, in the office.

They sure seemed to like being cooked up in that office.

'Osaki ni shiturei shimasu', is the normal greeting when you take leave.

Loosely translated, it means; 'I am going (home earlier than you) now, so please may I be excused?'

To whom did I address this greetings to?

Well, to all of my colleagues, seniors and also the head(s)/manager(s) of my department.

Its as if you're sorry to leave the office so early, that I can't bear myself to think that I would be enjoying some 'private' time while my colleagues are still 'toiling' hard in the office.

So in order to be polite, you ask for permission to be allowed to go back earlier than your superiors.

Some of you might think that its normal, since Japanese people are known to be hardworking, diligent, etc. Thats what we normally hear, read and see on tv, right?

Yes. Before I start working, I once believed in that image too.

But now that I'm part of it, I can now attest that not all of that image is right.

But Japanese people work long hours, don't they?

Yes, they do. Clocking 10 hours/day are my average working hours.

My japanese colleagues usually clocks an average of 12 to 15 hours/day.

Also, some of them even go to the extent of coming to the office on weekends, because they claimed that they can concentrate better when there are less people moving around, less phone calls to attend to, less meetings to prepare, less paperwork to finish, etc.

Japanese people work long hours, but have anyone talk about the amount of work that the japanese accomplished within those long hours?

You'd be surprised to know that the amount of work that they managed to finish aren't that much. Well, at least thats the image that I had from my colleagues at work.

In plain words, I just don't think that they're productive. (enough)

a new start...

2008-07-30T22:26:00.003+09:00

Finally.

I've set up my own blog.

I realize its nothing new since almost all of my net-savvy friends have blogs of their own.

Nevertheless, a start it still is.

I've always wanted to own one.

But I guess, I've kept on procrastinating since I don't think that I've anything interesting enough to share with others.

I've always considered my life as bland, uninteresting and well, plain normal.

But then again, maybe its just me...

Thing is, I don't think I can conceal this urge anymore.

So, here goes...