I am sitting here wondering about people with vested interests, and how they push their agendas. They dont care if what they are doing hurts others in any way. All they care about is filling their own pockets. Or making people close to them rich. "Let the others suffer" is probably their motto.
Then there are those who kiss-ass, or in the words of a colleague "buritokrasi." My colleague, based on his Facebook update, is annoyed that there are people out there who are getting away with murder, and are being rewarded with perks, while he continues to slog.
Familiar?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Coaled-out
Friends,
Been busy lately with work, and a million other things. One of the many other things I am passionate about right now is the no-to-coal-plant in Sabah issue. I just want to quickly promote http://nocoalsabah.blogspot.com here. Sign the online petition and read more about the Government's plans to build a 300 MW plant on Sabah's east coast.
I also encourage friends to write to the Prime Minister of Malaysia at www.1malaysia.com.my, to give your views on coal.
Thank you :)
Been busy lately with work, and a million other things. One of the many other things I am passionate about right now is the no-to-coal-plant in Sabah issue. I just want to quickly promote http://nocoalsabah.blogspot.com here. Sign the online petition and read more about the Government's plans to build a 300 MW plant on Sabah's east coast.
I also encourage friends to write to the Prime Minister of Malaysia at www.1malaysia.com.my, to give your views on coal.
Thank you :)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Suicidal Plant?
I listened in to some speakers at a forum on enhancing forest connectivity within the Heart of Borneo, and for the first time, I heard that oil palm is a suicidal crop! Sabah Forestry Department director Datuk Sam Mannan says that oil palm needs people to take care of it, or it dies, as in it commits suicide. Interesting. He says it is for this reason it is better to plant oil palm on degraded land instead of the fire hazard acacia mangium which not only multiplies even without care, but doesn't look too pretty.
Just in case you are wondering, he wasn't telling people to go plant oil palm. He said it in the context of Sabah Foundation's concession area in Benta Wawasan near Tawau, part of which was logged for a pulp and paper mill project in the 1990s. The project didn't materialise, and the place has been left degraded. He says millions can be earned from oil palm and the money can be used to restore other degraded forests, and help fund Sabah Foundation's socio-economic activities like giving out scholarships and building rural hostels. He says he has to deal with the devil sometimes, cause we can't just live on love when talking about conservation.
Just in case you are wondering, he wasn't telling people to go plant oil palm. He said it in the context of Sabah Foundation's concession area in Benta Wawasan near Tawau, part of which was logged for a pulp and paper mill project in the 1990s. The project didn't materialise, and the place has been left degraded. He says millions can be earned from oil palm and the money can be used to restore other degraded forests, and help fund Sabah Foundation's socio-economic activities like giving out scholarships and building rural hostels. He says he has to deal with the devil sometimes, cause we can't just live on love when talking about conservation.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Finally, 16th Sept
I received an SMS this morning saying that the Prime Minister made an announcement 16th September will be made a public holiday starting next year, to mark Malaysia Day. My immediate response was "finally, and that it is so overdue."
He may have political reasons for deciding to do this (Sabah and Sarawak are fixed deposits for the BN as the PM himself has said), but whatever his reasons, I hope by marking Malaysia Day my fellow citizens in the peninsula will become more sensitive to how the country was formed.
Malaya gained its independence from the British on 31st August 1957, and six years later in 1963, Sarawak gained its independence sometime in July, and Sabah won its freedom on 31st Aug. Both states were literally countries on their own for a short while, before Malaysia was born on 16th September 1963. Until today, for 46 years, the date was not acknowledged. I am glad it is finally getting the recognition it deserves.
I also hope that eventually, my friends in the peninsula will not ask me how long I will be in Malaysia, the next time I go to KL for a holiday or for training. I feel broken hearted each time that question is asked... and I've answered many times that I've been in Malaysia for more than 30 years. Some quickly apologise and others look bewildered.
Anyway, hoorah for Malaysia Day.
He may have political reasons for deciding to do this (Sabah and Sarawak are fixed deposits for the BN as the PM himself has said), but whatever his reasons, I hope by marking Malaysia Day my fellow citizens in the peninsula will become more sensitive to how the country was formed.
Malaya gained its independence from the British on 31st August 1957, and six years later in 1963, Sarawak gained its independence sometime in July, and Sabah won its freedom on 31st Aug. Both states were literally countries on their own for a short while, before Malaysia was born on 16th September 1963. Until today, for 46 years, the date was not acknowledged. I am glad it is finally getting the recognition it deserves.
I also hope that eventually, my friends in the peninsula will not ask me how long I will be in Malaysia, the next time I go to KL for a holiday or for training. I feel broken hearted each time that question is asked... and I've answered many times that I've been in Malaysia for more than 30 years. Some quickly apologise and others look bewildered.
Anyway, hoorah for Malaysia Day.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
MyKad, My Life
I spent the last 3 days at a Unicef-sponsored media workshop on "All Rights for All Children" here in Kota Kinabalu. It was an eye-opening workshop, cause though I have written about child rights, or highlighted problems faced by children (both Malaysian and foreign), I didn't realise how important an identity document is.
When I was born, my parents registered my arrival within four days. When I turned 12, I received my "blue IC" as it was known then, and eventually a MyKad. I received my first passport before I became a teenager. I used my identity documents to get into school, university, to get a job, to open bank accounts, to get home and car loans. I never have to worry about my status as a Malaysian.
Now imagine if someone takes away your identity documents from you. Strips you away of this basic right? If it happened to me, I am sure my life would change. There is no way I will be able to travel even to Kuala Lumpur, or move about safely on the very soil where I was born. This is the situation for stateless people in Sabah, and worldwide.
In the case of Sabah, there are two categories of stateless people. Well, actually, I should not put them in "compartments" but just to give you a clear picture.
First, people who are born to parents who are genuinely from this country. There are indigenous people deep in our forests, and at far-flung islands, who remain stateless, simply because their births were never registered, or were registered very late. Under the Sabah Births and Deaths Registration Ordinance, when a child is born, he/she must be registered within 42 days. When a baby is registered after 42 days, a birth certificate will still be issued, but it comes with a stamp that states its a "late registration." This document cannot be used to apply for a MyKad, let alone a passport. It is for this reason, the mobile courts system was set up in Sabah and Sarawak about 2 years ago. Today, magistrates travel to remote areas to interview parents, and the community, to make sure that a child with such a document, or no document at all, was born at so-and-so place to so-and-so. The magistrate will validate this information and then, this stateless person can finally apply for a MyKad. It is a good move, and I am glad it is finally happening.
Second, are children of migrants who for economic and political reasons are here in Sabah. Some used to go to school, but a majority are now on the streets. Although Malaysia is a signatory to the Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC), it has its reservations on several articles, including on non-discrimination. So though the CRC states that ALL children regardless of background have a right to attend school till the age of 12 years, stateless girls and boys are no longer allowed to do so. I remember speaking to a street kid 3 years ago. He had finished primary 5 and was excited about entering primary 6. On his first day, he was told to go home cause of a new directive that says children without documents cant attend school.
I felt so sad when I heard this boy's story, and that of his friends. I am all for education, and for basic rights. It is unfortunate that many of my fellow citizens feel strongly in a bad way about foreigners, and their children. Many say that they take away opportunities and grab jobs. Question: Are they grabbing government jobs, bank jobs, etc? They are doing what locals don't want to do -- toiling under the sun to construct buildings and roads, planting and harvesting oil palm, changing diapers and sweeping floors in our homes, washing dishes in restaurants. They do menial jobs.
But can I blame my fellow citizens? No.
Why? Cause the media here in Sabah pretty much shapes opinion. And what politicians say matters a lot. Last year, the Indonesian government opened a school in Kota Kinabalu to cater to Indonesian children in an effort to educate them and keep them off the streets. I was so disappointed when a prominent leader from a local party stated in newspapers here that it was wrong for us to allow Indonesians to open a school here. And that it is an erosion of "our rights." I dont think this politician knows the definition of rights. This is just one case in point. I wish politicians on both sides of the divide would stop using this issue of foreigners as a point to score in the hearts of voters.
Each time something "bad" happens, everyone is quick to point fingers at foreigners. It was interesting how a reporter remarked today at the workshop that foreigners do cause problems and that they had brutally raped an undergraduate last year. Some of us quickly corrected her. The girl was raped by local men, who have since been jailed for a very long time.
I am not defending foreigners, and I am not condemning locals. What I am saying is everyone is born equal. Some of us do okay, some don't. There are many circumstances that shape us.
Oh and one last thing -- I too am a descendent of a migrant. My late grandfather, Datuk G.S. Kler came to North Borneo as Sabah was known then in the 1920s with his uncle who was in the police force. "Babaji" as I fondly called him, returned to India to get married and brought his bride here. They had seven children, six of whom are still alive today. My father married my mum in India ... ya, so my mum is from India. Point behind this? We are all at some point migrants -- that has always been the way of the world, and will always be.
When I was born, my parents registered my arrival within four days. When I turned 12, I received my "blue IC" as it was known then, and eventually a MyKad. I received my first passport before I became a teenager. I used my identity documents to get into school, university, to get a job, to open bank accounts, to get home and car loans. I never have to worry about my status as a Malaysian.
Now imagine if someone takes away your identity documents from you. Strips you away of this basic right? If it happened to me, I am sure my life would change. There is no way I will be able to travel even to Kuala Lumpur, or move about safely on the very soil where I was born. This is the situation for stateless people in Sabah, and worldwide.
In the case of Sabah, there are two categories of stateless people. Well, actually, I should not put them in "compartments" but just to give you a clear picture.
First, people who are born to parents who are genuinely from this country. There are indigenous people deep in our forests, and at far-flung islands, who remain stateless, simply because their births were never registered, or were registered very late. Under the Sabah Births and Deaths Registration Ordinance, when a child is born, he/she must be registered within 42 days. When a baby is registered after 42 days, a birth certificate will still be issued, but it comes with a stamp that states its a "late registration." This document cannot be used to apply for a MyKad, let alone a passport. It is for this reason, the mobile courts system was set up in Sabah and Sarawak about 2 years ago. Today, magistrates travel to remote areas to interview parents, and the community, to make sure that a child with such a document, or no document at all, was born at so-and-so place to so-and-so. The magistrate will validate this information and then, this stateless person can finally apply for a MyKad. It is a good move, and I am glad it is finally happening.
Second, are children of migrants who for economic and political reasons are here in Sabah. Some used to go to school, but a majority are now on the streets. Although Malaysia is a signatory to the Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC), it has its reservations on several articles, including on non-discrimination. So though the CRC states that ALL children regardless of background have a right to attend school till the age of 12 years, stateless girls and boys are no longer allowed to do so. I remember speaking to a street kid 3 years ago. He had finished primary 5 and was excited about entering primary 6. On his first day, he was told to go home cause of a new directive that says children without documents cant attend school.
I felt so sad when I heard this boy's story, and that of his friends. I am all for education, and for basic rights. It is unfortunate that many of my fellow citizens feel strongly in a bad way about foreigners, and their children. Many say that they take away opportunities and grab jobs. Question: Are they grabbing government jobs, bank jobs, etc? They are doing what locals don't want to do -- toiling under the sun to construct buildings and roads, planting and harvesting oil palm, changing diapers and sweeping floors in our homes, washing dishes in restaurants. They do menial jobs.
But can I blame my fellow citizens? No.
Why? Cause the media here in Sabah pretty much shapes opinion. And what politicians say matters a lot. Last year, the Indonesian government opened a school in Kota Kinabalu to cater to Indonesian children in an effort to educate them and keep them off the streets. I was so disappointed when a prominent leader from a local party stated in newspapers here that it was wrong for us to allow Indonesians to open a school here. And that it is an erosion of "our rights." I dont think this politician knows the definition of rights. This is just one case in point. I wish politicians on both sides of the divide would stop using this issue of foreigners as a point to score in the hearts of voters.
Each time something "bad" happens, everyone is quick to point fingers at foreigners. It was interesting how a reporter remarked today at the workshop that foreigners do cause problems and that they had brutally raped an undergraduate last year. Some of us quickly corrected her. The girl was raped by local men, who have since been jailed for a very long time.
I am not defending foreigners, and I am not condemning locals. What I am saying is everyone is born equal. Some of us do okay, some don't. There are many circumstances that shape us.
Oh and one last thing -- I too am a descendent of a migrant. My late grandfather, Datuk G.S. Kler came to North Borneo as Sabah was known then in the 1920s with his uncle who was in the police force. "Babaji" as I fondly called him, returned to India to get married and brought his bride here. They had seven children, six of whom are still alive today. My father married my mum in India ... ya, so my mum is from India. Point behind this? We are all at some point migrants -- that has always been the way of the world, and will always be.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Storm in My Head
Dear Friends,
I haven't been in the mood to do much lately. Been feeling sleepy for no reason, even lethargic despite my best efforts to take it easy, eat well and down some vitamins and supplements. Maybe its the weather, or maybe its just me.
I've got this storm raging in my head. So many things to think about. I was counting on something, but it suddenly looks like it might not happen. Will have to look at other options. No idea how sad I am right now.
Then I bought a sofa, with which I have this love-hate relationship. It doesnt look all that great after all. Its not as comfy as the one I "sent away" yesterday. Maybe I was just too attached to my first sofa, the one I had for 9 long years. The one that now lives in a wooden home by the river 100km away. The sofa dilemma made me wonder -- will things always go bad for me? Have I been a bad person? I dont think so. So why me? Then my rock told me, hey, it could be worse ok. God is just throwing you tiny challenges. So don't feel like the universe is against you.
Will try to lift myself out of this dark mood... I promise.
I haven't been in the mood to do much lately. Been feeling sleepy for no reason, even lethargic despite my best efforts to take it easy, eat well and down some vitamins and supplements. Maybe its the weather, or maybe its just me.
I've got this storm raging in my head. So many things to think about. I was counting on something, but it suddenly looks like it might not happen. Will have to look at other options. No idea how sad I am right now.
Then I bought a sofa, with which I have this love-hate relationship. It doesnt look all that great after all. Its not as comfy as the one I "sent away" yesterday. Maybe I was just too attached to my first sofa, the one I had for 9 long years. The one that now lives in a wooden home by the river 100km away. The sofa dilemma made me wonder -- will things always go bad for me? Have I been a bad person? I dont think so. So why me? Then my rock told me, hey, it could be worse ok. God is just throwing you tiny challenges. So don't feel like the universe is against you.
Will try to lift myself out of this dark mood... I promise.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I Know What You Did Last Raya
Dear Friends,
Selamat Hari Raya 2009 to you. Maaf, Zahir dan Batin.
Its the second day of Raya, and I am sitting here at home, on a cloudy afternoon, wondering what has happened to the Raya I used to love. The Raya in my school days, and in the early part of my working life as a young adult. The Raya that saw me and my closest friends hopping from one home to another to celebrate together. Like a "storm," we gathered strength by picking up friends at different locations after celebrating at their homes. It didn't matter that we had to take the bus (in my school years) and walk under the blazing sun. It was super-fun. I loved pineapple tarts that my friends served me. Most were home- baked cookies back then. I also remember how my friends used to cover their walls with cards they received, including from me. Today, we send SMS and Internet greetings. I admit, I was only able to send one card this year, and even that was by hand. No more lining up at the post office to buy stamps.
Now, we have grown up. Everyone has their own lives to live. Everyone has their own commitments. And there is just way too much to watch on TV, and there's the Internet taking up a chunk of our time. The excitement is gone. Well, at least for me. I pray it hasn't for you.
Please bring my lost Raya back to me ...
Selamat Hari Raya 2009 to you. Maaf, Zahir dan Batin.
Its the second day of Raya, and I am sitting here at home, on a cloudy afternoon, wondering what has happened to the Raya I used to love. The Raya in my school days, and in the early part of my working life as a young adult. The Raya that saw me and my closest friends hopping from one home to another to celebrate together. Like a "storm," we gathered strength by picking up friends at different locations after celebrating at their homes. It didn't matter that we had to take the bus (in my school years) and walk under the blazing sun. It was super-fun. I loved pineapple tarts that my friends served me. Most were home- baked cookies back then. I also remember how my friends used to cover their walls with cards they received, including from me. Today, we send SMS and Internet greetings. I admit, I was only able to send one card this year, and even that was by hand. No more lining up at the post office to buy stamps.
Now, we have grown up. Everyone has their own lives to live. Everyone has their own commitments. And there is just way too much to watch on TV, and there's the Internet taking up a chunk of our time. The excitement is gone. Well, at least for me. I pray it hasn't for you.
Please bring my lost Raya back to me ...
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