Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Day in the Life of A Bajau Laut


A Bajau Laut woman, with two sons in tow, arrives at a jetty
with her catch of fresh slipper lobsters and stingray. She negotiates with
a cook and sells each lobster for RM8. She manages to sell three lobsters.



A dive resort worker showing the freshly caught slipper lobsters.



The negotiation process.

The Bajau Laut are a sea-faring group of people who navigate their way in waters off the east coast of Sabah and southern Philippines. This Bajau Laut woman had just caught slipper lobsters and stingray, and sold some of her catch to a budget dive centre in Mabul Island, just 20 minutes away by boat from world renowned Sipadan Island.

She seemed content after selling her catch, and paddled away.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Return to Penang

Many years ago, in June 1993, I hopped on a plane to travel to Universiti Sains Malaysia in Penang. It was a new phase in my life, and at 19-and-a-half then, I was so excited about going off to university, to take up a degree in Mass Communications. I dare say the four years I spent there were the best in my life. I remember everything: jogs at the lake, long walks under the steaming rays of the sun to the Mass Comm school, typewriters (yes, I am that old!), waiting for friends at the bus stop to go for an outing to Komtar, rude Yellow Bus drivers, yummy food, late night chats and the joy of receiving letters from friends back home.

I returned to Penang a few days ago, and this time, I was there at the invitation of the Mass Comm school, to sit in as a panel member at their International Communication and Environment Conference. 16 years ago, a USM bus picked us up from the Bayan Lepas Airport, this time, a Perdana ferried me to Batu Ferringi for the conference. I met ex-lecturers who didn't recognise me cause I have changed, they say. There was a conference dinner on campus, but it was almost dark by the time we got there. It's changed a lot, I've changed over the years, but the memories remain.

On the last day, I went to Georgetown and the Chowrasta Market to pick up some pickles (jeruk), and the market seemed a lot smaller compared to before. I managed to have some pesembur in Padang Kota Lama, and then I took a Rapid Penang bus back to the hotel. Trust me, the buses have improved a lot! The drivers are so courteous, and buses run on time.

I am glad I had this one chance to return to Penang. Thank you, dear lecturers, for teaching me, thank you Penang and USM for the memories, thank you my friends who made university life the best.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Taking Stock


Wow, I can't believe its been 3 weeks since my last posting! Been doing this, that, this, that, excuses, excuses, excuses! I am sure you know exactly what I am saying, cause I bet almost everyone is busy with something :)

Three days ago on 3rd December, I celebrated my 36th birthday. On a short flight back from Sandakan to Kota Kinabalu that same morning after an assignment, I tried to gather my thoughts on what has happened in the past year, and the many, many years I have lived on this planet with six-and-a-half-billion others. I've had my ups and downs in the past year, some which have left me questioning myself, others which have made me a stronger person.

But there is one thing I have decided on, and which I hope I will stick to: I want to be a better person. By better person, I mean I want to be a better friend, daughter, sister and hopefully citizen. I have to stop getting "angry" and "irritated" at the slightest things, and look at things through a different scope. I have to understand that not everyone will live up to my expectations. Motorists will still drive at 50km per hour on the right lane when I use Tuaran Road to get to work, people won't say thank you, people will tell lies, a friend I was once very close to has her own life now, most flights will have turbulence whether I like it or not, Malaysian public toilets will remain dirty, broadband connection sucks, etc. So instead of getting annoyed at everything, I will let it be. I will take a deep breath and move on. And live for today. Tomorrow is another day, there is no reason to start getting worried about what tomorrow will bring. Its time to be fair to myself.

There are many things I am thankful for. I am not hungry, I don't live in a shack, I have water and electricity supply, a nice car, enough clothes, a chance to travel and a number of awards on my shelf (well, actually they are still in the store room :D). But above all, I have friends and family who have never stopped supporting me. Dad who never fails to tell me how proud he is of me and my siblings, a friend who always gives me a hug each time we meet (its you Zan!), a soul mate who knows when to leave me alone, and when to make me smile.

And as I take stock of life, I hope God blesses you the way I have been blessed :)


Sunday, November 15, 2009

Vested Interests

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?

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 :)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 ...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Malaysia Day

Today, 16th September 2009, marks the 46th anniversary of the formation of Malaysia. Back in 1963, Sabah, Sarawak, Malaya and Singapore decided to become one. Singapore, left a couple of years later.

It is a public holiday in Sabah, and most table calendars will tell you its the day the state officially marks the birthday of our Head of State. Some calendars, like my Lat inspired one courtesy of the New Straits Times, mentions that it is also Malaysia Day. I feel sad today is not a national holiday, so that ALL Malaysians can celebrate it. And I must admit, I only found out today that it is not a public holiday in Sarawak. All these years I thought it was a public holiday in both states.

It was very interesting to see the comments on my Facebook page when I wished everyone a Happy Malaysia Day and pointed out it is the day we formed Malaysia, and not the day we "joined" Malaysia as many believe. Some agreed with me, some couldn't understand. Can't blame those who don't understand. Our history was wrongly written. Our text books, or at least when I was in school, made very vague mention of Sabah and Sarawak, and who our leaders were when we gained independence from the British. I knew more of freedom fighters in Malaya, and we were always assured that no one will ask a question on Sabah and Sarawak in the SPM exams.

The Sabah edition of today's The Borneo Post has interesting takes on Malaysia Day, quoting Upko president Tan Sri Bernard Dompok, and long time renegade politician Dr Jeffrey Kitingan. Read the story by Sandra Sokial and Mariah Doksil if you have time. Its called "We're only 46 Today." I could not find the online link. Mariah also has an interesting take in her blog. Check it out at http://ladymariah.wordpress.com/

I must also recommend an editorial by Universiti Malaysia Sarawak senior lecturer Dr Jeniri Amir which was published in today's Berita Harian under the title "16 September asas penyatuan Malaysia." (http://www.bharian.com.my/). Let me quote his second last paragraph:

"Sesungguhnya, ketika kita meraikan hari kemerdekaan setiap tahun, kita tidak harus lupa pada 16 September. Tarikh ini tidak harus hanya dikaitkan dengan kegagalan pemimpin pembangkang untuk mengambil alih kerajaan pada tahun lalu."

I personally feel it will be a long, long time before everyone will come to accept that we should do away with 31st August and celebrate on 16th September.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Face of Sabah's Hardcore Poverty

Fact: 52 years after Malaysia's independence, and 46 years after Sabah helped form Malaysia, we have people who are living without electricity and clean water. Here is a short story about Nanang Mohamad, 24, who has three daughters aged 8, 6 and 15 months. Nanang of Kg Pegason, Pitas, in northern Sabah, dropped out of school in Form 3 to get married. She lives in a home no bigger than my bedroom with her girls and husband.
Nanang who is from the Orang Sungai indigenous group, walks more than 30 minutes to collect clean water. Hubby is a subsistence fisherman, catching only enough for the family to eat. But what struck me about my 10-minute visit to Nanang's home was that she didn't complain. She was okay that her life has turned out this way. Its true, you don't miss what you don't have.
Fact: The Sabah Government revealed that as of February 2009, there are 16,000 hardcore poor families in the State.
Fact: A report published in late 2007 by the United Nations Development Programme and the Malaysian Economic Planning Unit states that 41.61 per cent of children in Sabah are living in poverty. Think about it. Thats almost half of all children in this state, once so rich in natural resources. One that is still rich in oil and gas today. This is why I am not too fond of the Petronas twin towers in Kuala Lumpur.
Nanang and baby Marta. Her home is built of straw, pieces of wood and zink sheets. Its steaming hot during the day, its cold at night. And the family gets wet when it rains cause they have holes in their roof and walls.

Nanang and her baby Marta.

Nanang's home from a different angle.



Nanang's home is so small, I could not even take this photo properly.


Nanang's kitchen is an extension of her home. Its neat and clean and she uses firewood to cook. I told her I love her kitchen, and that made her day.

A clearer view of Nanang's kitchen.

Nanang's home.


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

How I Became Stupid

I was in KL about 2 weeks ago for an overnight trip, and I borrowed a book called "How I Became Stupid" from my friend Sharon. It was originally written in French by Martin Page and called "Comment Je Suis Devenu Stupide."

I was hooked from Page 1. It is a story about a scholar, Antoine, who wants to get rid of his intelligence. He speaks about how difficult it is to be smart, because you simply start thinking non-stop. You start worrying about the food you eat, the way you live your life (environmental enough or not), etc. You get the picture. The author asks if ignorance is indeed, bliss. Antoine tries everything, including becoming an alcoholic, but fails after he faints from drinking half a glass of beer. Then he tries to kill himself, and fails again. He does all sorts of things. I don't really understand the ending of the book, but I guess it was written the way it was so that you can interpret it yourself. I think he went bananas.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

H1N1

Friends, I was tested positive for H1N1 today. Its a preliminary result based on a throat swab done at the Sabah Medical Centre. Home quarantine for 7 days :(

Update: I am ok now. If you get high fever, which just feels terribly abnormal, horrible body and joint ache, a bad cough, headache and if you start to throw up, go get tested. Try the government hospital first, but in my case, it didnt work when I was "dismissed" at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Was given anti-biotics, panadol, piriton and cough mixture, and told to return if I get worse. Great.

The next morning my sister dragged me to the Sabah Medical Centre. They did a swab and confirmed in less than an hour that I was positive for H1N1, which as of today, has killed 75 people in Malaysia. I was prescribed Tamiflu (10 tablets for five days). The pain went off after a while.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Change

I've spent the last 3 weeks thinking hard about change. There are many who have been telling me that the change I am talking about is a bad kind of change. Then there are others who understand what I am going through, and are telling me change is good. I've had the same job since I left university more than 12 years ago, and yes, I think its time for change. Some say the only thing constant in life is change. Hmmm.... I decided to google "define: change" and this is an edited version of what I found:

* cause to change; make different; cause a transformation; "The advent of the automobile may have altered the growth pattern of the city"; "The discussion has changed my thinking about the issue"

* an event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another; "the change was intended to increase sales"; "this storm is ...

* undergo a change; become different in essence; losing one's or its original nature; "She changed completely as she grew older"; "The weather changed last night"

* a relational difference between states; especially between states before and after some event; "he attributed the change to their marriage"

* become different in some particular way, without permanently losing one's or its former characteristics or essence; "her mood changes in accordance with the weather"; "The supermarket's selection of vegetables varies according to the season"

* the action of changing something; "the change of government had no impact on the economy"; "his change on abortion cost him the election"

* switch: lay aside, abandon, or leave for another; "switch to a different brand of beer"; "She switched psychiatrists"; "The car changed lanes"

P/s: Yes, its time for change.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Migrants

As a reporter, especially one who is based in Sabah, I write about immigrants every few months or so. A majority of people here would tell you that immigrants, mostly from the Philippines and Indonesia, are a pain. But I don't think like most. I like to look at things through a different eyeglass, and what I feel hardly goes down well with some friends when I bring this matter up.

Migrants are here for many reasons. Unrest at home, as in the case of southern Philippines, poverty, historical ties to communities who live here. I sometimes try to put myself in their situation. What if we have war here? What if I am so poor I can only have one simple meal a day? What if I see people dying around me? Wouldn't I take a tiny boat across raging seas to get a job? Then there are political reasons. I think most Sabahans know what I am talking about.

Like them or not, most foreigners are hardworking. I will bet my last Ringgit that the building you are sitting in now (at least here in Sabah) was built by a foreigner. The roads we drive on are built by foreign workers. Our airports, our ports ... you get the picture. They work hard in restaurants too, and I cant blame employers for hiring them. I often hear complaints that locals quit after a while and so that is why restaurant operators have to hire foreigners. I remember seeing a bunch of local boys fooling around at a restaurant near my office, they just refused to come over to take my order!

I also noticed that you cant find locals who do pedicures and manicures. Only Filipinas are willing to do clean people's toes and fingernails. There is nothing wrong with doing this job, but no, its too beneath some people. It brings in good money. Too bad many dont see that. I see young LOCAL girls and boys, not more than 15 or 16, getting drunk on cheap alcohol every weekend in Asia City and in front of Centre Point. Just last week, one girl was so drunk, she was crawling on the pavement, and when her guy friend pulled her up, she started kissing him right in front of a coffee shop. Makes you wonder.

Then there are (some) politicians who ... well, politicise everything. About a year ago, the Indonesian consulate opened a school in Alam Mesra, Kota Kinabalu, for children of Indonesian nationals. They did not have a choice. Although Malaysia is a signatory to the United Nations Convention on the Rights of a Child, which allows ANY child to go to school until the age of 12, children born to foreign parents are not allowed to, at least here in Sabah. I was amazed when a senior and seasoned politician from Parti Bersatu Sabah made a remark which was published in a local newspaper, that it was not right for the consulate to open a school. That it would erode the rights of locals. Hello? I think it would be better for this politician, and others who think like him, to go into the interior and help local children who dont have the best of education.

You know, I could just go on and on. Actually, this post was only triggered by my irritation at not being able to get anyone to clean my toes. I finally found one at the waterfront, and paid the lady RM35. You guessed it ... she is from the Philippines. And I say a big thank you to her.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Stop Human Trafficking

I want to share an issue that I worry about -- human trafficking. Children, young women, and even men, are sold daily worldwide, to serve in so many different sectors of the economy. Most of us are probably aware of women getting sold for the sex trade, and children lost in the 'trafficking system," turned into beggars and sex workers. I first heard of men getting sold when I attended a human trafficking workshop a few months back. Men from places like Myanmar are sold and end up on fishing trawlers -- so that you and I will have a steady supply of seafood.

There are 3 stages of trafficking -- first victims are recruited and often promised good jobs overseas, then they are sent to the person who will eventually sell them to other parties, and finally victims will end up abused. A few months back, I interviewed two women from the slums of Manila, in the Philippines. One has 2 children back home and she thought she was going to work in a karaoke joint, serving drinks. Another girl, aged 19, wanted to earn money to go to college so she jumped at the chance of working in Sabah. Both were traded and made to have sex on the day they arrived. The two, with a few others, managed to escape after a couple of weeks when their apartment was raided. The victims I met dont speak Malay and were told by the men holding them that they would be jailed forever if the Malaysian police caught them, so they were scared stiff of running away, as their passports were in the hands of their "owners." Yes, they had become commodities. Girls from remote areas in Sabah, too, end up in the sex trade and boys are made to do hard labour, when they are sold in Singapore and peninsular Malaysia. Usually, they go through bogus job agencies.

I was glad when I passed a Bodyshop outlet in Centre Point today. A "STOP SEX TRAFFICKING OF CHILDREN AND YOUNG PEOPLE" sign in yellow and red screamed at me. I had a closer look, and found that the beauty shop is working with Tenaganita, an NGO dedicated to helping trafficked victims, to create awareness on the problem and to sell a hand cream. Profit from the "Soft Hands Kind Heart Hand Cream" will go to Tenaganita and ECPAT International, a global network of organisations and individuals working together for the elimination of child prostitution, child pornography and trafficking. I think the hand cream costs RM29.90 for a 75 ml pack. I will go get one on the weekend.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Tony Blair in Sabah

Tony Blair leaving the Sacred
Heart church in Kota Kinabalu
This is when parishioners realised
that Tony Blair was at their church


Excited church-goers greeting
Tony and Cherie Blair.


This is why we need a
camera phone




A moment in church

ON Sunday, 2nd August, 2009, I woke up early because I was told the night before that former British prime minister Mr Tony Blair was going to attend Sunday mass at the Stella Maris church in Tanjung Aru. I reached just before 8am, and after asking around, I found out that he wasn't there. My colleague, Datu Ruslan and I, left after we were sure he was not around.


When we reached our office, we got a tip off that Mr Blair, his wife Mrs Cherie Blair and maybe 2 of their children had just entered the Sacred Heart cathedral, about 5 minutes outside Kota Kinabalu, so we rushed over. And yes, the Blairs were there. The best part parishioners were not aware he was among them. Some thought he looked familiar, others later told us that they thought he was a football star. I wasnt able to speak to him because everything happened too fast, but I want to share the story I wrote, with you:


Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair caused a stir at a local church here when he came for mass with his family as part of a private visit to Sabah. Many didn't realise that he was seated at a pew in the middle of the Sacred Heart Catholic church until prayers ended at about 10.20am yesterday, and Blair stood up to leave the hall.


Those who recognised him started shaking his hand, not bothered by body guards who followed Blair closely as he left the church for a multi-purpose van parked just metres away. Some started taking photos with their handphones and others managed to take pictures with him and wife Cherie Blair, as their children disappeared into a vehicle.


Dressed in a black collared t-shirt, white slacks and skin-coloured flip flops, Blair who served as Prime Minister for a decade until 2007, offered a smile to everyone and accomodated a request from a few parishioners who wanted to have their photos taken with him. The excitement lasted less than five minutes before he was whisked away into his waiting van, but church-goers who spoke or shook hands with him lingered on for a while.


Civil servant Christopher Chiu said Blair took his hand when he offered to shake it when they left the hall. "I was so surprised when I saw him because I didn't realise that he was in church. He was so nice to me. "He told me that he liked the cathedral and was glad that many people had come for mass. "He said he is here on a private visit with his family," Chiu, an officer with the Road Transport Department, said.


Deputy Minister in the Prime Minister's Department Datuk Liew Vui Keong said he didn't know that the Blair family was sitting behind him. "I saw his wife (Cherie) and I thought that she looked familiar. It is only when I saw the excitement outside that I knew Blair was behind me, and who the lady I saw was. "I didn't manage to speak with him or shake his hand, but I am very happy that he joined us for Sunday service," Liew said.


It is learnt that Blair and his family arrived in Kota Kinabalu close to a week ago for a holiday. Blair is actively involved in charitable events through the Tony Blair Sports Foundation and the Tony Blair Faith Foundation. He is also known for his views on climate change and recently produced a report called "Technology for a Low Carbon Future."



Friday, July 31, 2009

Of Talent and Hardwork

Something happened today. All I can say here is that no matter how good you are at what you do, it is the people who know how to sweet talk that make it. It hit me hard today. Like a tonne of bricks :(

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Friends for the Battered Soul


(from left) Susan, me, Jocelyn,
Benn, Hui Shim and Chai.

I spent last night giggling, bitching (no prizes if you guess right for what), rolling eyes and making faces. I was with 5 awesome women who have become friends through our work in environmental education.


I realised after I got home how good that two-hour-plus dinner at Secret Recipe in Warisan Square felt. I was rejuvenated, I was smiling, I had a spring in my step. In that precious time, we laughed our pains away, we joked and we probably decided that life is not that bad after all.


Thank you -- Susan, Benn, Hui Shim, Chai and Jocelyn :)


Update: Tonight, I met a different group of friends at the Loft. And had a real fun time too. Cheers to Shan, Melissa, Yolanda and Jeremy :)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

If 6 billion people lived in 1 town...

Fish at Kg Luanti in Ranau. Villagers "harvest"
fish a few times a year, so that there will be
enough fish stock forever. Locally known as the
"tagal" system.

A rafflesia, the world's largest flower. I took
this shot in Poring a year ago.

At 4,095.2 metres, Mount Kinabalu
never fails to awe me.


Cruising for wildlife at the Kinabatangan
river in eastern Sabah.


Sunrise at the Kinabatangan river
in eastern Sabah.



Here's some trivia I want to share with you. I was at a public lecture this morning, and Malaysian Nature Society president Tan Sri Dr Salleh Mohd Noor said something interesting (or at least interesting to me). He asked everyone to imagine if the world's population of 6 billion lived in one town and what the demographic/social status/etc would be like. This is what I managed to jot down:

1. In that town, Asians make up 57%, followed by 21% Europeans, 14% Americans and 8% Africans.

2. There are more women -- 52%.
3. 70% are of coloured skin, and the rest are Caucasians.
4. Just 6% own 59% of wealth in that town.
5. A whopping 80% dont have proper living conditions.
6. Only 1 person has a computer.
7. Only 1 person has higher education.
There were a few more stats, but I couldnt jot them all down fast enough. But what really hit me is how lucky we are, at least here in Malaysia. Anyway, the message that the Tan Sri was trying to drive home was that we are privileged in this country, and that we must do our best to help planet Earth, which is plagued by climate change, biodiversity loss and population growth.

I try to do my part, whenever I can. I dont take plastic bags (unless I really dont have a choice), and I bring along a shopping bag (keep one in your car). I try not to waste. I am not perfect, will never be, but I am doing what I can. The world belongs to us. Lets take responsibility :)

Monday, July 27, 2009

Work for money, or for joy?

This is the question that has been running over and over like a broken record in a corner of my brain. When I was a child growing up in Kota Kinabalu, I had no idea what work was about. I dont think I ever heard my parents say anything about work, and my aunt who used to work as a reporter, made it sound like loads of fun. Mind you, she worked in the pre-computer days. I remember hearing her type stories late into the night on a tiny, white (I think it was white) typewriter. If she made a mistake, she had to start all over again. And I remember she had this godzilla-sized tape recorder. And yes, I dont think she ever complained.

So I went to university and landed my first job on my last day at campus. I became a reporter, just like my aunt. For the record, my late grandfather was a sports writer. So it runs in the family. Anyway, its now been 12 years, 1 month and 27 days since I filed my first story for the NST. I must admit that it has been an amazing experience. I've had slimy water (thickened with poo, rubbish and I-dont-dare-to-imagine-what-else) splashed at me when a fireman lost control of a hose, I've stood in my heels outside the morgue late at night, I've flown on army helicopters, survived high seas to get a story on seaweed farming in northern Sabah, and plenty of other things. I almost fainted in Danum Valley when I covered a WWF Rhino tracking story two years ago ... because there were just way too many leeches and I panicked. Nine years ago, I burst into tears, again at Danum Valley, when the producer of Eco Challenge told me and my colleagues that there was no food for us, and that meals were only for foreign reporters. The Mark Burnett some of you revere said : "What were you expecting? Wine and cheese?" We walked away, and some kind souls from Telekom Malaysia shared their limited cans of sardines with us.

I've shaken hands with ministers, been to fancy hotels, eaten some of the best foods. On the other end of the extreme, I've seen a mother feed a baby watered down rice because she cant afford to buy milk in a remote part of Sabah. I've seen children walk for miles to get to school, and run away when I offered them sweets. I may not have done much, but every experience has made me a better person.

And yet, today, I am asking myself if I still want to do this. If I stay, how long more can I stay passionate about my job? I see to many reporters who dont have passion for what they do, and I feel sad for them. Maybe I am becoming like them too. I dont know. Yes, money is important, and I thank God for putting a roof over my head and enough to eat every day. But is money everything? Isn't it important to sit by a river when I want? Do my nails when I want? Do what I please when I want?

I pick joy over money.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Do sad songs make you cry?

I listen to slow songs, filled with rather sad lyrics. Why? I have no idea why. I guess I go for the melody. So, why do people listen to sad songs?

This question came up last week when I was in Kuala Lumpur attending a course. And there were all sorts of answers, or half-answers. Then, a young man (maybe in his early 20s) offered this answer: "Because People Are Sad." It is not so much about the words that he used, but the way he said it. He was so convinced that people are sad. He said it with conviction. He was sure of his answer.

I still dont have an answer for that question. Maybe you know?

Friday, July 17, 2009

Of Native Customary Rights

The upper Kinabatangan river is used by indigenous
people in central Sabah for transport, washing clothes,
bathing. But many rivers are polluted no thanks to
poison from agriculture dumped into it.


A grandma in central Sabah with her
harvest of tapioca.

I am reproducing a piece I wrote on rights of indigenous people in Malaysia. It was not used by my paper for some reason which I wont state here.


HAVING toiled their ancestral land for generations, growing tropical fruits, leafy green vegetables and hill padi, a group of farmers only have one wish — to become proud owners of land titles.



“We have native customary rights over the land we live and work on, but from what has happened to villagers in other parts of the country, we know that we will not be safe without land titles issued by the government.



“About nine years ago, there was some hope when we were told we will soon get titles. Today, we are still waiting,” said Linus Leo Lansama, the headman of Kampung Kibunut in Penampang, about 45 minutes away from the bustling city of Kota Kinabalu.



The fear of one day being forced to abandon their homes and farms is real not just for the 700 Kadazandusun people at Kampung Kibunut, but also for the millions of indigenous communities worldwide who are often marginalised when governments fail to recognise native traditions and institutions practised before modern laws were written.



In Malaysia alone, indigenous people from more than 80 ethno-linguistic groups make up about 4 million, or some 15 per cent of the population, but are collectively among the poorest in the country following non-recognition of their rights, according to findings of the Indigenous Peoples Network of Malaysia (JOAS).



Now that Malaysia has voted and adopted the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of the Indigenous Peoples (UN-DRIP), there is some hope for indigenous people to uphold their rights, although it is at the same time becoming increasingly clear that the road ahead is not going to be smooth.



A recent march by JOAS members to hand a memorandum to the Yang di-Pertuan Agong at the Istana Negara was stopped half way through by the authorities, and just days later, Orang Asli Affairs Department director-general Mohd Sani Mistam said natives had nothing to do with the event, claiming that they were easily influenced by NGOs “harbouring certain agendas.”



JOAS president Adrian Lasimbang begged to differ on Mohd Sani’s allegation that the march was an attempt by certain parties to hijack the Orang Asli agenda.



Lasimbang pointed out that unlike the department (which only has jurisdiction over indigenous people in peninsula Malaysia), JOAS is made up of and governed by indigenous peoples’ organisations and that non-native people who joined the march had done so with consent.



“We find it insulting that in this day and age the department still thinks of indigenous people as being unable to make up their own minds and that if we are not convinced by the department’s policies, we must be influenced by some other body.



“It is our continuing poverty, bad interpretation of customary rights and international rights are reasons we came up with the memorandum for the King.



“We are asking for Malaysia to implement locally its commitment to UN-DRIP which contains the conditions necessary for a fully developed and secure indigenous community. Indigenous people whether from Sabah, Sarawak or peninsula Malaysia are an integral part of this nation and our issues need to be discussed in public spaces and not swept under the carpet,” Lasimbang who has for many years been involved in working with indigenous people mainly in his homestate of Sabah, said.



One of the requirements of the UN-DRIP is that indigenous people must consent to giving away land which they have rights over, and in the event that they do so, adequate compensation must follow. The same document also states that indigenous people cannot be forced out of their land and territories for relocation programmes without “free, prior and informed consent.”



According to Lasimbang, consulting natives on what they want is important as it empowers them and provides communities with an opportunity to have a say in programmes which governments claim would help eradicate poverty.



“But today, there is a big gap. Native customary land is taken away without consulting indigenous people, who are then told that large plantation schemes are aimed at creating job opportunities for them.



“The indigenous people do not want to become employees on land they have rights over. Once they are not needed, or if the company running a scheme pulls out, they will be jobless and landless. How will this reduce poverty? Sometimes there is a feeling of hopelessness,” he said.



Lasimbang shared that in the case of Sabah, native chiefs were removed from district level land utilisation committee meetings more than a decade ago, proving his point that there was almost no recognition for native customary rights.



Partners of Community Organisations (Pacos) Land Rights programme co-ordinator Galus Atos said he has found that civil servants in charge of land matters in Sabah are ignorant about native customary rights although it is recognised in the state’s Land Ordinance.



Atos said according to the legislation, any indigenous person who has lived on a piece of land for more than three years and has worked on his plot can remain there as provided for under native customary rights.



“In many cases, land is awarded to outsiders and natives end up in police lock ups when they protest. When I bring up the fact that natives have rights over land, staff at district offices are often ignorant that it is provided for in the law.



“I met one villager who travelled the whole day by boat to the Tongod district office (in central Sabah) to check on his land application, only to be told that he will have to come back another day. At that same district, I have seen villagers who have been displaced when land was awarded to plantation companies from outside. These villagers end up at the sides of roads, or they move in with relatives.



“Land is the root of everything. If indigenous people have land, they can work on it and feed their families. When they don’t have land, youths seek jobs in the cities and many end up doing wrong types of work, which then leads to social problems,” Atos said.



Consulting and empowering indigenous people is all that the government now needs to do, meeting its obligation to the UN-DRIP which has entered its second year. Until then, Lansama and other natives will continue to plant crops until their land is pulled from under their feet.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Am Back!

I am back to blogging (after a failed attempt last year) by force. You see, my sister sent me a message on Facebook minutes ago to say she has set up an account for me in blogspot. Looks like she really wants me to blog, so I wont disappoint her! Thanks Jen :)

I guess for a start, I just want to share how therapeutic virtual farming is. I had a bit of a tiff this afternoon with someone who is way older than me. I turned to Barn Buddy on Facebook and harvested some greens, watered my farm, stole carrots from my friend's farm, helped some of them get rid of weeds and bugs. I honestly felt a lot better after that.