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.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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?
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 :)
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.
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