Saturday, June 28, 2008

Jakarta Urbanity - city children




(L) Piggy back | (C) High 10 | (R) Solitude and loneliness




(L) On guard | (C) Torn footbal | (R) Shower time in slum





(L)Studying in Pesantren | (C) Peace and fortune | (R) Activist boys






Photo Credits:

http://farm3.static.flickr.com
http://email.eva.mpg.de
http://farm2.static.flickr.com
http://www.viajesindonesia.com
http://www.spraguephoto.com
http://www.libforall.org
http://static.flickr.com
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com
http://wn.com

Take from a man his right to speak to himself? - Pramoedya Toer



"A sympathizer of the downtrodden and an unwavering critic of Indonesia's elite", Pak Pramoedya Toer, after a long imprisonment asked, "Is it possible to take from a man his right to speak to himself?"

There is so much to know about Indonesia than just the "Indon", migrant workers, bad hats, and leisure girls. There must be more to it than selling Proton cars and quarrel about how to spell Malay words with Indonesia.

Indonesians are very talented and rightly so. It's an old country and many Malaysians can trace their descendants from the old land. Had Indonesia been a one-land mass, they'd be at par with India and China by now. It must be a nightmare trying to manage a country with 7,000 islands, some 300 million people and with very restricted resources. Hopefully greater discovery of gas fields in Aceh will bring more prospects for socio-political gains.

If we have happy kids in Kuching, we have happy kids in Indonesia. The tapestry of their experience will embrace a greater anthology of life's stories: from the happy to the wider endearing ones.

I had put some pictures of happy kids in Kuching here.

I stumbled on some happy Indonesian kids faces from the Jakarta Post. And a few of them at work.

"...Hard Life for Young Boys


In Jakarta, life is difficult for many people. Kids must lose their happiness and work to help their parents. The young boys in these images just could not avoid their fate as they have to sell things for living. -- The Jakarta Post..."


Happy Indonesian Kids taking a breather



Indonesian kids at work




The Jakarta Post has withdrawn it's old archives containing the forgoing pictures from the Net. It's stories on street children are viewable here -

http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2007/06/12/sexual-abuse-common-among-street-children.html-0




Friday, June 27, 2008

This levitation thing ...




Far out in space, Mars hangs. Water which will always find its level, can be levitated or suspended too!


If we all learn Blaine's Mundo acts, we'll put Hassan Merican and his fluid out of business. Then the Arabs will be whining and no American President will oil his legacy. What an idea! What would the Arabian Sunnis say? That all Muslims, non-Sunnis, are irredeemable infidels?! But couldn't they calm down if you roll out a barrel?

The good Lord gave us something grave, gravity! Just as well! Otherwise, you'll be chasing your "papankunci"/ (keyboard) all over town. Wouldn't be able to write, would we? But we could still levitate our words or thoughts. Imagine, when some people levitate thoughts about food. That should send the cook running for dear life or, a fully dressed Chef in front of you with a steaming "Ace Laksa" (S Laksa or Sarawak Laksa or SL ). Walla, walla! Oh la la! What a la-life!

But who should have a life like this? Not everyone can afford it, although "afford" would become a meaningless idea. I could tie my keyboard to the anchored table and Walla! An Ace Laksa appears!

I knew a magistrate who loved Mee Jawa. There was a "Wak" hawking it not far form the old Court House in Kuching. He mischieviously told me, before or after a case, he would have a steaming plate of Mee Jawa smack on his table Mondays to Fridays. And ... if appropriate, inside his desk! My friend was a no-nonsense judge and I liked the guy. The trouble was, he couldn't tolerate anything silly! So when Kuching politicians talked silly, he threatened them with a suit! Great! Shouldn't we consider same ...?

What is terrible is that when Judges become politicians we are in hot soup! They levitate and things come drifting to them, at arms length! It won't be like my friend's Mee Jawa, hidden in the desk!

But in the total scheme of things, ain't we all levitated? The earth ties us down because of gravity. Don't ever try and wonder if that was a grave mistake!

If you have one of those fancy joysticks that you could carry in your pocket, you could eventually call a chopper to you! Yeah! A chopper comes to you! Like Silver comes running to you with only a whistle. Then you could board your chopper---take it high, higher, highest! Then you see, the earth is a floating ball. No strings nor aprons! Ask that Astonot Shake and he'll tell you so! And he'll tell you to get real! Because we all levitate! Out there! Bless Astonot Shake!

Well, from earth, we're not the only ones to levitate. Mars does, too!

Something terrible happened to Mars. They got banged by a big one!


Livid with emotions



This too, could happen to water other than just settling to its lowest or any level.



Our Constitution is a sacred document. If you flout the constitution you could be charged for treason. But treason is not the constitution. Treason and treachery are deepseated emotions and we all have emotions. So does our CJ and he so confessed:


"In fact I had very strong feelings about certain provisions (in the Constitution), (I) bought the first radio in the village from my own savings, waited for and heard the shout of "Merdeka" on Aug 31 1957, the Constitution is a very special document to me. It is not just a legal document. There is a lot of emotion attached to it."
Bernama



Don't leave me out! I have emotions, too, please! ;)

Are we back to Freud or to Fraud? Correct me, if I levitate too much but Freud says something to the effect that a "man (or woman)" is nothing without "its" libido! There are world languages that don't use he or she for a human being, so let's use "it" for "she/he".

Unlike the CJ, I couldn't pay for my radio, when young. I had the fortune of befriending a cook who was terrific with his other skills. He was a cook for some Mat Salleh boss. The guy made a radio from some wires and some magnet and a one-piece headphone. If amongst the crackling noises, it was the the dear departed Tunku and his Independence piece, we couldn't understand it or had knowledge of it. Sure, in the kampung there were few people who talked about independence being able to manufacture nails. Strangely, it was never about making waves with radios!

So underprevileged were we, not to have been that enjoined with emotional attachments of Merdeka as the reverend CJ. Then I couldn't care less, what Merdeka meant. You could say then I was a communist. If that meant "communism", so I was a communist. Well, so it was part of my libido.

But many Malaysians are now livid with dissent on what Malaysia is. If according to our esteemed dignataries such as our CJ it meant, being "independent" and manufacturing nails, why be independent and make nails, when we can buy them cheaper than we can make them? Ya, lah! We could drown all those nail producers with our Bintulu crude and whack the hell out of them to make us better nails. And probably more polished, too! But why need nails when there are 2-ton glues?

Lest I be glued to nails, let me say this. I was levitated when Pak Lah says that the essence of Islam is "hadhari" or civilizing or civilizational. If however, there are rumours of the DPM's wife seen at the scene of a C4ed body, or something like that, then let me be a noble savage. If the CJ is a "Muslim" who is supposed to radiate hope and courage to humanity in this small country of many Muslims but gets so emoted by Merdeka, what hope is there for other livid "Muslim like" citizens?




Thursday, June 26, 2008

Technology - The Lord never takes away what he gives ...




Got a forwarded message from friend. It was an article about technology and how we puny little humans have become slaves of it. My friend didn't say that. The article did, written by John Haughton, a critic of technology and gadgets.

Right now, I feel enslaved not only to technology but also different forms of "engineering". There's socio-political engineering. We are in the process right now of being made to love and lust for Petronas, which is a live giver. Well, how could you cook your "bubur" if the tong gas is empty? And of course Petronas' masters, the politicians who never forget to remind us to be grateful. I feel enslaved to gratitude. I know that I should be grateful to a lot of things, so many it has become fuzzy, nebulous and outright intrusive to my piece of mind. And all these are delivered by technology. What would we do without technology. Never really thought about that. I have a sneaky feeling we'd be quite good at conundrums or teka-teki. And all these are delivered quite efficiently by digits in audio, video and very very loud, ho!!!

Teka-teka, mind you is no ordinary thing. Even the former US Fed Chairman, Greenspan was said to bemuse himself with conundrums or teka-teki. And after the eeny-miny-mo, we get to pay. And pay dearly as usual.

So Haughton says that he

"had an uncomfortable sense that someone, or something, has been tinkering with my brain, remapping the neural circuitry, reprogramming the memory. My mind isn't going - so far as I can tell - but it's changing. I'm not thinking the way I used to think."


Which is very very true to many. Years ago, in the not too distant past, there was this ad on TV and Radio that blared morning noon and night---"IT IT IT IT"--- first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I think it didn't work in Sarawak. It could have in Malaya. The reason was that when you sing it fast "IT IT" becomes "itit", a duck in local Sarawak Malay dialect! In Iban, too, I think it's the same.

In Malaya what it meant was something different. It meant Mahathir's Magnificent SuperDuper Corridor; the yuppy people who chew up a 20-ton old mainframe with Microsoft's JScript and C-Language. I've forgotten what has happened to this since then. You know, your brain loses atoms when you age---I dah lupa! The SuperDuper Corridor could have become sitting ducks for lunch break jokes! Jadi "ITIT"! Ducks, quake, quack, ducks! ITIT!

But what Haughton has stated is no joke. It's real, so real he himself has become a proponent and admirer of technology, at least Apple's I-phone because he himself believed that Apple's success there was about "core values". I believe the guy. Over the years my savings have dwindled, and lately interest earnings are so silly, we should be using cockle shells to pay AirAsia.

But maybe Haughton was just experiencing that sort of pause in aging. We all age. Sometimes, we get chemical imbalance in our system. You forget to eat spinach and you might get iron deficiency and get ulcers in your mouth. And of course you might mumble mumble a lot! When you get hormonal imbalances you fall all over and can't get up! But all that's temporary.

The real thing that's so obscenely ubiquitous is the handphone. You are doomed to the handphone. I once attended a funeral, solomn and sombre, bowing our heads to the Ulama's citation of the last rites. Then like shattering glasses in the stillness amongst the eternally silent, the damn thing rang in some idiot's pocket! Well, even the gravely still are not spared by technology!

But has it eaten away at my brains? I really wouldn't think so. If I eat my spinach, I should be alright.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Beras nak turun harga sikit, Dong!


Ada penyangak wang ke, di Vietnam? Kalau gitu, murahlah beras, Dong! ;)

The Economist states a "2% devaluation, (by Vietnam's Central Bank) hoping to relieve the pressures on the currency.

Is Malaysia due for a revaluation? Ringgit's supposedly stronger, specially on income for crude, which is only bought and sold with the Dollar!

Engineering works in Parliament - they plugged all holes against leakages!



You don't suppose Investors were fooled by the Parliament ban on media and the boycott?

"Members of the media are free to move around again in the Parliament lobby, after the barricades that were set up to confine them in a corner were removed Wednesday."


"Only journalists from Bernama covered the press conferences of Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi and Deputy Prime Minister Najib Tun Razak."


They really just wanted a fiasco. They could have just done the thing in PM and DPM's offices with just the cameras. But who wanted clever questions? Bernama don't ask no genuine questions. They just want split-banana answers. I suppose, they could have fooled some!

To think we, the sovereign public , own BERNAMA News! Makes you feel like monkeys and bananas!


Is Datuk Ian, chinning up the Bar?






SIBU: High Court Judge Datuk Ian Chin continued to make explosive disclosures in the Sarikei parliamentary election petition mention yesterday, exposing how judges sent to the boot camp were made to go through punishment and humiliation so that they would be softened to take orders for the benefit of the former administration.

Chin delivered a 16-page statement after the one he made on June 9 that astounded the nation. It was alleged that Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad had exerted undue influence upon the judiciary to make it decide in the government’s favour.

Chin said he was sent to a boot camp for that.

In yesterday’s statement, Chin went on to reveal further details of what had happened in the camp.

Chin said for the participants, the objective was “to make us take orders and that is why apart from what I have said earlier in the last sitting, a junior officer was made our leader, from whom we have to take orders, and one Sessions Court judge who disagreed with that was made to publicly apologise on a podium to his junior officer leader”.

Chin added that “another method was to chisel away the view we held of how independent we should be in our job as High Court judges, and this they did by punishing or humiliating a High Court judge by making him carry a brick all the time after he broke the egg which each of us must carry wherever we went, including marching.”

Incidentally, he said: “You surrendered your wallet, your air ticket and handphone when you checked into the camp, and you cannot go anywhere, as it is in an isolated place, and you cannot leave for anywhere, as there is no transport.

“You are totally cut off from the outside world, with no newspapers or television.”

He said only selected news were conveyed to them then for the purpose of sampling reaction, like the news that a certain party had won a by-election, which elicited some applause from some young officers.

He said two of the judges left, one because of illness and the other because of his wife’s illness.

“Everyone who was not otherwise sick had to remain, and we all did save for the duo, with each given a certificate after the end of the stay.”

During the mention which started at 4pm, Chin started by saying he had prepared in advance yesterday’s statement and had emailed a copy each to the lawyers.

“In case I meet with an accidental death, both counsels have agreed that this statement would be regarded as having been pronounced in court,” he said.

Chin also mentioned in his statement about him being condemned for his June 9 statement with allegations made that he took the opportunity to speak up because he thought Dr Mahathir was responsible for blocking his promotion.

He went on to say that he had never wanted such a promotion, as it was his wish and that of his wife to return to Sabah so that they could be with their children.

He also mentioned about the alleged veiled threat by Dr Mahathir that he disclosed in his June 9 statement. He then went on to talk of the events in the boot camp.

Chin ended by saying that he had never wanted a promotion, “not before, now or in the future, nor any appointment after his retirement”.

“What do I get out of all this, knowing very well that I will be the target for vilification? It is this: I must be able to sleep well after I retire, knowing that I have done all I can, like all the crucified judges before me, to tell Malaysians the danger they are in, regarding the state of the judiciary.”

The Borneo Post Online


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Midweek crisis



There are all kinds of crises out there. I can't begin to pick out one that will send me enraged!

There's some dear to my stomache. Here's midweek crisis!


A whopping hot sambal !!!




All time favourite - Pari bakar!!!



Aaarrrrghh......!




"Ceko" checking out - UPDATE (5)


Somebody took off with my camera on some errand and I won't be able to complete the "Ceko" story, where the previous traders had gone to.

They've settled in to the new place, Stutong Market. Blogger, Mysarawak's Weblog has a post on it. There's some good photos there.

Here's one from there!


The New Stutong Market


Have a look at Mysarawak's Weblog.

I've been told that the Malay traders at "Ceko" are dispersed all over---some to Satok, some to Sukma and some were mulling setting up small setups in the kampung. Stutong is a large housing area of new houses. There are some Iban and few Malay residents in nearby small kampungs.

There have been comments on the new place and am assembling some for future reference and comments.


See For yourself - chasing more tails ...!






Bob ain't such a nasty fella. He does let you have your way with him!


"In view of this disturbing turn of events, SAPP has taken extra precautions for the safety of the MPs by calling them back to the party headquarters for consultations on the next course of action, including the safety of their persons, families and the security of their offices."

... Yong TK


"Parliament has barred the press from the lobby effective 10am Tuesday, limiting more than 100 representatives from various media organisations to operate in a small corner where press conferences are normally held."


"...they were making things up!..."

... Nazri AM


Monday, June 23, 2008

After RPK's tails...



Ghani PatailMusa Hassan

LEFT: Ghani Patail. RIGHT: Musa Hassan


It looks like Ghani Patail and Musa Hassan are after RPK's tail for being a perfect Malaysian citizen, who stand by his words.

Musa, the Police Chief, appears to have new instructions for his commandments. Guy must need bigger marble for ensuing ones.

In any case, one day, he may have to go after Ghani's fat tail ... !

I don't stand on my words. My poor words snuffed under my feet...how would you hear anything? :)










Sunday, June 22, 2008

Creative engineering




Engineers vs. Accountants

Three engineers and three accountants are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three accountants each buy tickets and watch as the three engineers buy only a single ticket.

"How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" Asks an accountant.

"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.

They all board the train. The accountants take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a restroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Ticket, please."

The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.

The accountants saw this and agreed it was quite a clever idea. So after the conference, the accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all that). When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all.

"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" Says one perplexed accountant.

"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.

When they board the train the three accountants cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby.

The train departs.

Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the accountants are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket, please."

#CREDIT: Author unidentified and unaccounted for!