Tuesday 30 September 2008

Water The Source Of Life...and Fun.






Its been quite a trying week for me and my wife on a very personal level. There was not only work to deal with but also the flu we had caught during such a crucial in time in our lives. I will not go into just yet as there is 24 hours to 'pray, wait and see' what our future holds.
It has to do with life...life which we are eager to bring forth although it is still really in the hands of God. That brings me to the present life and the little joys and blessings. As the adage goes...'water is the source of all life' and in that respect I do agree as it also holds a special meaning for me.
It is the pool where my five-year-old ruffian of a child and me spend our time bonding. It is here where I first introduced her to 'water' at the tender age of 18 months. Since then, we look forward to our dip in the pool whenever time and weather permits. Being a ball of energy, the pool offers good fun and an excellent way of tiring her out early for bed. If love means sharing, then that is exactly what we do whenever we are at the pool.
In less than 24-hours, my, my wife and our only child will know if we will be granted the opportunity to love even more........till the....here are some shots of my little ruffian taking a leap of faith.
To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace And Love.

Friday 26 September 2008

The House My Forefathers Built






The week draws to a close and I was not the only one who went as Pintukopak went...'wah weekend already? So fast ah'. Yup, time seems to be accelerating by. Spent part of the afternoon with Pintukopak in the blazing Sun to get some shots for her skeleton and fort ruin story at the heart of the old city.
Work on reconstruction of the Dutch annex at part of the former 16th Century Portuguese excavated ruins should be completed in a month's time. It represents just a small part of the entire fort yet it is quite impressive. (The fort encircled the old city with a radius of about 1.5km. Its base was said to have run as deep as its height) I must say that my forefathers did a splendid job as the fort was breached only once following its construction between 1512 to 1550s. Little did Alfonso know that the name he gave to the fort, 'A Famosa' or 'The Famous', would remain so for almost 500 years.
Work to reconstruct part of the excavated fort ruins has met with both agreement and opposition. My personal opinion, I am glad that it was done as it gives one a good idea and inkling of what Malacca's ancient must have looked liked between 1500s to 1807 when the fort was eventually blown up by the British.
As noted in earlier posts, I will reveal bit and parts of Malacca's fascinating history. So here goes...
Somewhere buried near the ruins of the excavated portion of the fort lies the remains of a Sumatran princess whose fell in love and eloped with a Portuguese nobleman from Malacca. The story of her life would certainly make a great novel.
It was documented that she was buried with much pomp in a solemn ceremony with the inscription 1576 placed in her coffin to signify the year of her death. Her name was Dona Helena and one of her sons would later rise to become a famous adventurer and cosmographer named Eredia.
Eredia would later go on to record what life was like in Malacca in the late 1500s in his book 'Description of Malacca-1613. The book, which was translated into English in the 1920s, offers an astonishingly accurate description of Malacca and its people and environment.
I have taken the liberty to post several photos of the excavated Dutch annex fort and a map of the what Malacca looked like during the Portuguese era in the late 1500s. (Note the Dutch annex is not present in the map as it was added on later by the Dutch after the captured the city in 1641) Also included is a photo of me and my buddy Jason at his Maritime Archeology Museum.

To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace and Love.

Wednesday 24 September 2008

A Tribute to Life and Death

It was certainly an emotionally draining two days at work. The started off as usual on Tuesday with the daily routine of sourcing for news. Was just about to alight from my car after going on a wild goose chase for a fire that did not exist in Pantai Kundor area. It was then that I recieved a call about a student apparently found dead in a toilet at a primary school in Bandar Hilir.

I rushed to the scene with two other colleagues and was far from prepard for the raw emotions that followed. We reached the school at about 2pm and noticed two police cars in the compound and instinctively knew as a journalist that something had gone terribly wrong
There were several people and students milling about at the front entrance of the school building and the scene looked casual enough. However, it was when we were about 20 steps away from the centre of the small crowd that we were confronted with the most surreal scene.

I am not sure about my two other colleagues but I was stunt to see the figure of a child wrapped in white cloth lying motionless on a makeshift 'bed' made up of two small classroom tables joined together. There was a teary eye and sorrowful lady half kneeling and half bending forward at the foot of the table gently stroking the child's forehead. There was no sound of wailing or crying coming from the woman as she kept on stroking the child's head and seemed to be whispering something into her ear.
I was a mere eight feet away from the woman and the child and it took several second for my mind to comprehend the scene. It was a griefing mother weeping quitely over her daughter whose life ceased to be. The child looked as though she was merely alseep as her mother gently stroked her neartly braided hair.

In an instant a wave of emotions swept through me, that of an intense sense of loss and pain. As a father with a five-year-old daughter, I could could only imagine the woman's sorrow at losing her child.

I wouldn't say that I have truly experienced deep sorrow. There are three occasions in my life where I dare say sorrow was not merely an abstract descriptive word but a real tangible emotion that carried with it a physical sense of loss and pain. It was when I almost lost my family through my own indiscretion, when I saw my entire life played out before me as I underwent two MRIs in succession in a coffin like chamber to see if I had a tumor and the loss of twins when my wife miscarried.

It is such events that knocks some perspective in my life as to what truly matters most. It is through the experience of pain and sorrow that one truly appreciates life. Though life is precious, it can also be frail. It is for this reason that I remind myself to stop and smell the roses and to count the blessings for the simple joys in my life. This is why I try to live life with less hatred but more love and to live it to its fullest with as little regrets.
I can only offer my prayers that God, in His infinte wisdom and love, sent His spirit of peace and comfort to the grieving parents of 8-year-old Yap Li Xuen. I pray that Li Xuen's soul find peace in her rest and that the Light and Love of God envelopes her till His coming.


To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace and Love.

Sunday 21 September 2008

Vanilla Ice Cream Apple Pie




Another weekend gone. For us old foggies...its exactly like the adage...'time passes you by seemingly slow but the all of a sudden, you look back and wonder where have all the years gone'. Well, cest' la vie.
Went for a surprise birthday party at friend's place and it turned out more of a surprise than I thought. It was the Apple-pie and vannila ice cream that was tickled me silly. The pastry was simply excellent and I assumed it was made by the wife of the 49-year-old doctor whose home was the venue for the surprise birthday. It was in fact made by him, the well composed doctor.
What was pleasantly surprising was that it dispelled the common sterotyping and assumptions we tend to make of people. Here was a family man, a doctor by profession but also an ordinary bloke who had a knacked for pastry making. How interesting life is if we all just stop to consider that we are all just humans.
So, be it a high and mighty politician, a rich businessman, a farmer or a labourer...we are all merely just trying to get by. However, its the simple joys of life makes us all more human afterall.
To none I Wish Ill But To All I I Wish Peace and Love.
p/s....must go on some photo hunt soon....

Tuesday 16 September 2008







Though the Sun was blazing, the opportunity of taking a boat ride to Malacca's mystical island of Pulau Besar or Big Island was one that could not be passed. It was last minute thingy and work related but nevertheless something that I would not have missed.

Located about 25km from the centre of the historic city, the Island has a history that spans even further back in time than the founding of Malacca as a trading port in the early 1400s. Being the last remaining island on the west coast of Peninsula Malaysia where fresh water can be found, Pulau Besar or Big Island was used by early Chinese and Indian mariners.

The island is mentioned by the Chinese in their annals while a brass gong of 12th Century Sumatran Majapahit Empire is evidence of its ancient history. There are numerous legends attributed to the island and none more celebrated amongst locals than that of its connection to Mount Ophir (Gunung Ledang) and buried treasures that are guarded by fairies and spiritual guardians.
With certain parts of the island surrounded by corals reefs, shallow rocky bottom and fast moving eddies, it is no suprise that the waters of Pulau Besar have claimed many a ships and lives over the centuries. The last being 18 souls who perished when their overloaded vessel sank in heavy weather back in 1997. Such natural accidents have only help perpetuate the island's mythical and sacred status amongst locals.

Over the past 40 years, I have had the good fortune of visiting the island on several occasion. The most memorable was a two day camping adventure (with my then to be wife, sis and thento be ex-bro-in-law and then to be sis-in-law) which included almost four hours of boulder to boulder hopping at the back of the island in the early 1990s. (one slip and it was 4 meter to 5 meter drop into fast moving waters...what bravado when blessed with the advantage of youth)
My take on the island is that it holds more than mysterious treasure as I firmly believe that there is some truth behind the local legend. Is just that the truth is sometime shourded over time to included mythical tales.
My relationship with the island is far from over as I surely intend to return to it one of these days for a closer exploration. Till then, here are some shots of the Pulau Besar and the view of Mount Ophir from the waters off the island.

To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace and Love.

Friday 12 September 2008

A Fore Warning To All


As mentioned, one of my interest is prophecy, in particular that which concerns the future of the world as we know it and the fate of humankind. Over the years, my interest in the subject has grown to include not merely forewarnings uttered by prophets through the ages but also extra biblical sources ranging from prophecies of other religion to so called modern day prophets and clairvoyants, even to the down right charlatan. However, owing to my faith, I tend to lean more toward the biblical prophecies such as the Book of Isaiah, Daniel, Amos, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, Hosea, Matthew and Revelations.

Its been almost 20 years since I first started keeping track of global events. Besides shifting through the prophecies, I have tried to view them in context of nature, science and society at large. There is much strife, hatred, greed and confusion in every aspect of the world today.

In my personal opinion, there are signs showing that we are indeed the generation that will live to see great upheavals leading to the transformation of the world as we know it and the evolution of our very being.
Humankind may have reached greater heights in technological innovation and advancement in the sciences yet we have become more and more 'ignorant' as beings. So much so that it echos some of the words uttered by inspired men of God more than 2,000 years ago. Even recent global climatic and political changes are events that fits the biblical description of the signs of the 'birth pangs'.

http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/isaiah/isaiah24.htm


http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/matthew/matthew24.htm#foot10


http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Rev/Rev006.html


The question, I suppose, is will I be ready when the times comes...when the term 'Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord' is uttered to usher in the coming of the changes? Will I be at peace with myself and content with the life I have led?

Till that time comes...I shall love without fear, exercise forgiveness for the sake of peace and live life with as little regret.

To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace and Love.

Wednesday 10 September 2008

Of Life & Death





Phew...what a week. It was work and work till way past midnight for two days. Nothing out of the ordinary apart from paying my respects to two dead persons. One I knew personally and the other a totally mysterious stranger, both of whom were Malaccans but separated by faith and time.

Went for a funeral at 19th Century gothic like St.Francis Xavier Church. Accompanied my Dad, Andrew, to pay our last respects to an old friend of his, Uncle Jack Victor Sta Maria. Poor bloke was said to have been suffering from lung cancer or sort but was quietly unaware of the damage to his lungs. He did have quite a good life though and well into his late 60s.

Though I firmly believe that death is not the end but merely the begining, it is still nevertheless a sad occasion. I did mention this to my Dad more than once that I would be glad and at the same time sad at his passing.

Its something like this....'when you die, the spiritual part of me shall weep tears of joy at your passing as I have faith that you have ran the race of life well despite its many challenges and will be rewarded with eternal life. However, the human half of me will shed tears of sorrow and sadness knowing that I would not be able to hear or feel your touch any longer but left with only memories of the love we shared.'
The other 'dead' I paid my respect to was an almost complete skeletal remains of a man who had been dead for almost 600 years. The skeleton was among four discovered buried near the original mouth of the Malacca River next to the Hong Kong & Shanghai Bank. They were found during excavation and archeological work to locate the remains of the former 16th Century Portuguese A Famosa Fort. Quite an interesting find as the burial pattern of the skeletal remains indicated that Malacca had been populated before Islamization in the early 1400s.

Had dropped my Dad off at the church and had sometime to kill before the funeral service at about 10am so I decided to take a short walk to the excavation pit for some photos about 100 meters away. They had found four burial pits there last year in July. Half way there, I stopped to chat with a good friend pf mine who runs the Maritime Archeology Museum. He informed me that one of the skeletons was currently on display above his premises at the Youth Museum & Art Gallery next to the 17th Century Dutch Square. What luck, I thought to myself.

A quick hellos to several of the museum staff and I was on my way up to view the skeleton. It was pretty surreal. There was deafening silence and stillness of the air with only the sound of my footsteps echoing against the walls of the old building as I walked pass the galleries. Here I was all alone by myself on the upper floor of the two-storey building admiring the artwork and paintings on display as I went from room to room looking for the 'dead'.

Finally found the skeleton displayed in special glass casing and was quite impressed at the near perfect remains. It still had a pretty good set of white looking teeth attached to its jaw and skull. As I stood there viewing the bones, I wondered what was life in Malacca back then. There were a 1,001 questions about the skeleton and the person who once inhabited it but I suppose the answers will lie buried with the dead.

I must say that the day was pretty unusual for me as I was surrounded by the dead and the beauty of life at the same time. To the dead, may they rest in peace. To the living, may they continue to enrich life through the beauty of their art.
...Ars Gratia Artis...

To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace And Love.

Wednesday 3 September 2008

All Things Must Come To Pass





Wonder of anyone still remember the compilation of short songs titled the 'Hits of 45' that depicted a bald man with headphones? It was back in the early 1980s when the cassette version became a big hit. (for the benefit of those born in then, the Sony Walkman was the in gadgets of the day, compareble to today's version of MP3 players or Ipods though much larger and cumbersome)
Of all the songs there were two that I remember particularly well. They were 'Eve of Destruction' and "Its The End Of The World As We Know It'. How strange that the wordings of the songs carry with them very real meaning for our generation and for those who are unfortunate enough to be alive within the next decade or so.
As mentioned in previous postings, we, the human race as a whole irrespective of color, creed or class, are in for one big nasty ride. The signs of impending catastrophies are present with the alarm bells and red flashing lights sounding and flashing for all to see and hear.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/oukoe_uk_kenya_weather

But how have we responded to it all? If you ask me...nil. We are still grabing, pushing and shoving as usual. Still politiking, figthing and killing as usual too. Materialism is at its all time high with spiritualism, morality and decency almost dead and forgotten.

There is a great urge and a welling in me to scream out in anguish at the present apathy and indefference we seem to have despite the signs. However, the blindness and deafness of mankind makes perfect sense.

...For as it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. In (those) days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day that Noah entered the ark...

For those who are blind and deaf, there is nothing much one can do. All the signs and warnings will continue to go unheeded as what is to come will surely come to pass.

Rather than getting embroiled the folly of man and pettiness of the present world, I shall enjoy life as best as I can with as little regret and find peace and comfort within myself.


To None I Wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace And Love.


Monday 1 September 2008

The Truth Will Set You Free




No one race, in terms of our nation's modern or current history, has absolute claim to this blessed country. If emotions and sentiments are subjective inaccurate measurements, then allow the objectivity of the science of archeology and history speak the truth concerning Malaysia.
The original settlers of this beautiful country are the small pockets of indigenous tribes of hunter-gatherers who seemingly held on to a stone-age way of life. Over several thousands years, this land was occasionally populated by various people from the surrounding region.
They came here as miners, traders, adventure seekers and founders of kingdoms. None never really claiming original stake to the land but merely becoming her adopted children. It is not us that own the country.

Malaysia has been around long before any of our forefathers stepped unto its shores. We are merely, as mentioned earlier, her adopted children who was welcomed into her home as outsiders but eventually growing to love her as our home.
In terms of ancient literature, such as that of the acclaimed Mahabharata and Purana's, Malaysia was a place well known almost 2,000 years ago. The country went by the name of Malaya-dvipa connoting a land surrounded by water or an island or as some may claim, Survanabumi, the fabled ancient Land of Gold. If this was true, then the record may have spoken of a time in pre-history when sea levels were 5 meters above present levels.
Fact is that the ancient Indians had known of this blessed land and most likely came here as miners to mine for gold. There are ancient mines scattered throughout the country that suggest this. There are even strange looking 'iron' implements known as 'tulang mawas' or bone of a giant local bigfoot thought to be used by the miners.
Then, there is the state of the northern state of Kedah. The name is derived from the Indian word of Kaddaram which means black smelting pot. A term most likely derived from ore smelting. The only vestige linking the ancient Indians to the name was the discovery of the ruins of a large Hindu complex in the Bujang Valley. There are also references in text that refer to the coming of the Guptas and Cholas, ancient Hindu kingdoms that once held sway of the entire region.
Interestingly enough, the state of Negeri Sembilan or State of Nine neighbouring Malacca, may have derived its name from ancient Hindu origins. The name of the state was taken to represent a nine-petal Lotus flower, a common symbol in ancient Hinduism. This nine-petal Lotus is said to represent the make up of universe with its centre being the centre of the universe. There is also the kingdom of Langkasuka whose location has yet to be discovered kingdom.
Loads of Sanskrit words and ancient Indian customs had been incorporated as part of the vocabulary and traditions of subsequent local kingdoms established by settlers from neighbouring Indonesia.
Of the ancient Chinese, they were said to have learned the art of smelting tin and iron to produce bronze about 5,000 years ago. Interestingly enough, there is not much tin in mainland China and the largest known tin deposit are found in Malaysia. Even till this day, we are known as the world's largest tin producers. Names of the east coast states have Chinese sounding characters to described them, connoting their ancient past. There is also the lost kingdom of Red Earth Land described by the Chinese to have existed about 1,500 years ago. The location of the kingdom, as with Langkasuka, have remained a mystery.
Then there is the Malays, whose origins if traced lead back to neighboring Indonesia. It is undeniable that the Indonesians are amongst the numerous of immigrants to have settled here over the centuries. The successive waves of Indonesians can be traced historically. The earliest were most likely the Minankabaus, Javanese, Achinese and Bugis whose concentration of descendants are found in several states.
For goodness sake, even the founder of the first Malay Sultanate Empire in Malacca in the 1400s was an immigrant from Sumatra, Indonesian named Parameswara or in in short, an Indonesian immigrant or 'pendatang'. So let's get it straight one more time as it tend to tickle my funny bone thinking of it.....the founder of one of the greatest empire in the land that gave us 'adat Melayu Melaka' and Islam was in fact an immigrant whose nick named would have sounded more like Param rather than the typical Malay name of Abu, Ahmad or Ali.
Perhaps the last great waves of immigrants came about in the late 1800s to the 1920s with the influx of Indians and Chinese migrants brought here by the British. They came here hoping to find a new life as road builders, tending and tapping rubber at the rubber plantations, miners farmers and traders. The very roads were use were built by the Indian 'coolies' and rubber tyres used to drive on it were tapped by them too. Even the bustling city of Kuala Lumpur owed its rise to tin, a commodity that were mined by the Chinese migrants. (The famous Chinese Caption Yap Ah Loy, who is said to have been responsible developing the mining community, had in fact, lived as a common miner in Malacca but ended up making it big in Kuala Lumpur by sheer chance)
The last major wave of Indonesians occurred during the the 1980s when the country opened its doors to Indonesian migrant workers. At the height, it was estimated that there were over a million of them working and residing here. So much so, that the Indonesians, both entering as legal workers or otherwise, had helped shaped part of the local society. Some even established their own respective communities and even ousted the local Malays from their petty businesses in Kuala Lumpur. Prior to the 1980s, no one would have thought that 'kretek' (cloved cigarettes) and 'dangdut' would become accepted vocabulary.
As mentioned earlier, we, the Malays, Chinese, Indians and Eurasians can't truly claim exclusive birth right as offspring's of this land. Our forefathers arrived here to find a better life and decided to stay and call this land their home. It is not us who have adopted the land but rather the land adopting us as her children.
One of the biggest problem and challenge faced by us today, as a nation, is racial in nature. I strongly believe that it could be solve if all accept the reality of science and history and come to an understanding that all of us ended up here as 'immigrants'.
Any one of us, apart from the indigenous tribes, who claim that they had been here since time in memorial and own the country, only delude themselves to the truth.
To none I wish Ill But To All I Wish Peace and Love.