
Selamat berbahgia.
Selamat ke anak cucu.
Selamat sejahtera.
Semoga berpanjangan.
Semoga berkekalan.
Semoga satu tujuan.
Semoga aman.
Hidup mestilah rukun.
Sabar paling perlu..
Cinta setiap hari..
Senyum mesti selalu. -- Saloma
Orang yang mahu mengikuti Aku, harus melupakan kepentingannya sendiri, memikul salibnya, dan terus mengikuti Aku -- Yesus Kristus


If little children aged from 9 months to 13 years old can't access surgical treatments for their hearts in their own homeland, then something must be very very wrong in the Malaysian health system.
It is a paradox where a country that boasts a RM9 billion health budget, the world's top five medical tourism destination with a RM200million industry, 361 public and private hospitals with 47376 beds, and the ever-famous National Heart Institute that houses 85 cardiac specialists under one roof, can barely afford to meet the needs of a mere 17 children.
It is a national shame that we should seek the cheapest option available to fly these children and their families to another country, when there is so much capacity within the private sector to treat our own kin. We prefer to treat the rich, the famous and the foreign but marginalise our own poor and needy. Anak di riba dibiarkan, kera di hutan disusui.
We aspire to be a developed nation with huge investment poured into the many medical schools and medical scholarships annually, yet we barely provide for the needs of the poor. In 2006, there are 13,335 public medical practitioners compared to 8602 private ones, accounting to a ratio of 3:2. This seems reasonable and alright.
But when the medical needs are actually compared, the inequality to access and providence of healthcare is rather shocking. While the MOH health stats do not reveal much information, a rough estimation of doctor:bed ratio, of public and private health sector (30,396 and 11637 beds respectively), is about 1 : 2.3 (1 doctor to 2.3 beds) for public hospitals and 1:1.4 (1 doctor to 1.4 beds). This does not include the amount of doctor : outpatient ratio.
This means that public doctors are actually serving almost double the amount of beds than private doctors. This also implies that the public of all strata of society do not receive comparable proportions of health resources, with the rich enjoying almost double the amount of health resources available, while the poor are grabbing whatever resources left.
Imagine a big banquet with a huge table with luxury food and abundance for the few rich and a small table with rationed soup for the to be shared among the throngs of beggars. After a while, the soup for the poor run out, the poor old beggar and the blind orphan who came late and was hungry was disappointed that the soup has ran out. They begged for the banquet host for more soup, perhaps some of the leftovers or droppings from the table of the rich. Instead, they were turned away, and were sent to go to the pig farm next door, which served leftover food for pigs.
When there isn't enough beds for the poor, when the poor is sent to somewhere else, instead of sharing some of the rich people's beds, when even just a bite from the rich people's table is not possible, then there is something very wrong with the banquet host.
The evils and crimes of the world is certainly no worse than the evil of our own. Perhaps PM-wannabes and crime enforcers should realise that. Read The Only Hope for Monsters
Alex Tang noted a few principles for doctors
Whoever takes up medicine should aeriously consider the following points: firstly, that he must one day render to the Supreme Judge an account of the lives of those sick men who have been entrusted to his care.
Secondly, that such skill and science as, by the blessing of Almighty God, he has attained, are to be specially directed toward the honour of his Maker, and the welfare of his fellow-creatures; since it is a base thing for the great gifts of Heaven to become the servants of avarice and ambition.
Thirdly, he must remember that it is no mean or ignoble animal that he deals with. He may ascertain the worth of the human race, since for its sake God’s Only-begotten Son became man, and thereby ennobled the nature that he took upon him.
Lastly, he must remember that he himself hath no exemption from the common lot, but that he is bound by the same laws of mortality, and liable to the same ailments and afflictions with his fellows. For these and like reasons let him strive to render aid to the distressed with the greater care, with the kindlier spirit, and with the stronger fellow-feeling..
The Ministry of Health has introduced traditional and complementary medicine in a few public hospitals in Malaysia lately. While it is undoubtedly popular among lay people, the efficacy of the treatment is still in much doubt, and yet to be supported by leading good quality evidence-based research around the world.Help with My Studies
O Lord, who is the fountain
of all wisdom and learning,
you have given me the years
of my youth to learn
the arts and skills necessary
for an honest and holy life.
Enlighten my mind,
that I may acquire knowledge.
Strengthen my memory
that I may retain what
I have learnt.
Govern my heart,
that I may always
be eager and diligent in my studies.
And let your Spirit of truth,
judgment and prudence
guide my understanding,
that I may perceive how everything
I learn fits into your holy plan
for the world.
—John Calvin, French Reformer (1509-1564)
A Desire for True Knowledge
Good Lord,
you have refreshed our souls
with the streams of knowledge;
lead us at last to yourself,
the source and spring of knowledge.
—Alcuin of York early Christian scholar (735-804)
Prayer 26: For a young man who likes me very much
Lord, today I want to pray
for a young man.
You know well whom I mean,
for it was You who put him
in my path.
The day I met him
I thought to myself
that this was Your own doing,
so I came to You many times
to tell You about the way
he looked at me,
the way he smiled
and talked to me.
I did this as if You were to blame
that I had fallen in love,
that I had indulged
in dreams and wishful thinking.
How many times have I asked You,
like a little girl with a crush,
"I like him, I want him for myself."
And foolishly I thought
only of myself,
without considering his side,
because all I wanted was
to have him for myself.
Forgive me, Lord,
for being so blind to Your love
and being so crazy about him.
Maybe I did him harm
by my flightiness,
my self-centredness,
my thoughtlessness.
While he needed something else:
a faithful friend,
a sincere companion,
a generous and understanding heart,
I offered him instead
loneliness, emptiness, and coldness,
because I was so full
of myself.
But today, Lord,
I have come to pray for him,
as if I had just met him,
as if I had always known
how to love.
I pray that You may protect him
from the dangers of money and pleasure,
of selfishness and shallowness,
of a lack of commitment.
Lord,
make him pure in his actions
and candid in his glances.
Give him a strong heart
that is free to choose the truth
with the liberty of Your sons!
Teach him to despise mere status symbols,
an easy life and servile conformity,
indifference to others' needs
and a mediocre life.
Teach him to be
a sign of contradiction
that is bent on building
a new world.
And if You think I can be of help,
then let Your will be done.
--Hector C. Munoz, OP

Just came back from a tramping trip with Jack and Harold from the Pouakai Circuit in Taranaki, "leaving nothing but footprints and bringing back nothing but memories". Here are some photos to do the story-telling.
We started off at 3am in the morning, driving for five hours at SH3 to New Plymouth, had pies and coffee at a cafe nearby (which is surprisingly run by a Thai Chinese in the remoteness of NZ). Then we rushed to the North Egmont Visitor's Centre to start the track as early as possible.
We then head off the Holly Hut track about 11am. It was quite a challenge to climb up the stairway as we took a lot of time stopping to catch some breath. But once we've climbed beyond the bushline, the views of the Razorback is just amazing, as we tread along the ridge. Some of the path is covered with snow, and it was misty.
It was quite a challenging walk for Harold and Jack. Its the first time Jack's tramping and Harold being a paranoid person, was sometimes overwhelm with fear especially crossing some rocky terrains and the notoriously loose sandy slip, named Boomerang Slip. The slip is a result of erosion from the previous volcanic lava flow.
I was glad that I bought the $40 walking pole which helped me balance and tread challenging terrains, besides protecting my knees from too much impact.
Instead of the three hour walk estimated by the Department of Conservation, we took about 5.5 hours to reach Holly Hut. The hut is a simple 32-bunk hut with solar powered lighting and fireplace heating. There was no one there so we got the whole place to ourselves. We couldn't start the fire despite frail attempts by Jack.(Hover mouse on the pics for descriptions)
The next day, we continued the journey to Pouakai Hut in the Pouakai Ranges. This time it only took us 3 hours to reach the hut, crossing the wet Ahukawakawa swamp, with lovely yellow tussocks
We reached Pouakai Hut by 3 hours. Its a much smaller hut but nicely located to have a gorgeous view of the Pouakai Range and a spectacular view of the Taranaki.
After putting our bags down, we rested for a while before heading up to the Pouakai Peak another good three hours away as a side trip, having a good hot cup of tea on the peak, 1400m elevation from sea level. Unfortunately the views at the peak was disappointing due to the thick clouds. What a stark comparison between the artist's impression and the real thing!
Much to our delight, there's a pile of newspaper in the hut which we used as fuel to start burning the wood and coal at the fireplace. The luxury of heat is much welcomed in the coldness of the highlands, but the heat did not last long beyond few hours after we went to bed. All of us couldn't sleep after the last coal turned into ash, due to the piercing coldness of the Taranaki air.
The final day has come. We were told that if it rains heavily the streams of the Kaiauai track may be flooded making them impossible to pass. We were told to be ready to stay for another night or to turn back the way we come from (which is 8-10 hours long!) should the streams be flooded.
When leaving the hut, we managed to took some lovely last snaps of the Taranaki.
The Kaiauai track involves climbing 2 peaks, Maude and Henry and a sharp descent down into the forest before crossing four streams and a swingbridge before ending the whole track. Before the upgrading of the track few years ago, it was described by an earlier tramper
"Descending 460m in only 1.3 km, the first 60m lures you into a false sense of security as the wooden steps continue - then they end and, for 400m descent, the track becomes a rutted, twisted muddy erosion gully, at times more than waste deep and ony one footwidth wide at the base as it plunges through the dense leatherwood scrub, then the moss- and fern-covered twisted tree trunks of the "goblin" forest zone, and finally into taller fern-filled cloud forest of kamahi and totara."
We are glad that the track was upgraded thanks to the Taranaki Savings Bank (TSB) Community Trust for donating $150 000 to lay down boardways along the way as part of the upgrading program, sparing us from the mud hell.
The descent then led us to the subalpine "goblin" forest with some kamahis. Looks quite Narnia-ish, says Harold.
Apparently we were told that the forest has some evil carnivorous flesh eating giant snails, Powelliphanta annectens that can eat up cows and even elephants! They might be cousins with the Malaysian leeches.
The ubiquitous trees all around reminded me of the Malaysian rainforest, boring us. Thus sights like this uprooted tree is a unusual variety. Some of the river crossings are evil, going down the steep river banks and climbing them up again, through the tree roots and many ladders. At least when we get arthritis at older age, we know where to blame. The swing bridge at the end of the track finally was kinda the finale, ending our 7 hour long ordeal, despite another 40 minute walk up to the carpark.
Tired, aching yet satisfied, we left Taranaki without a full view of the peak due to the constant clouds surrounding it. Thus I guess we had to be make do with a postcard photo. But at least we had done pretty well by finishing the overnight tramp, earning some bragging points and certainly a NZ tramping experience worth dying for.
[Updated : Kedah MB defends usage of Jawi, which stupid Kedahan MCA politicians assumed as religious fundamentalism. He said, "I personally like the Jawi script. It is artistic. We have to defend our heritage"]
I share Faisal Tehrani's disappointment with Teresa and DAP in general, whom expressed ignorance to the Jawi script, a precious Malaysian heritage since times of the Terengganu Batu Bersurat 1303AD and the Malay Malaccan and Johorean Sultanate in the 17th century.
Jawi script, while being an adapted Arabic alphabet for spoken Malay, existed in the Nusantara for many centuries as the Nusantaran tradition evolved from an oral to a written one. While it has its roots from the middle east, it is not Arabic nor a product of 20th century Arabisation. One who claims to understand and represent the Malaysian society carefully should be observant enough to differentiate this distinction.
Only after the arrival of the Jawi script, which become a form of the Malay heritage (together with the Malay Sultanate, language and culture), came European as well as Chinese and Indian languages which added up to the cultural diversity. During pre-independence, Jawi is the script for official documents in the British colonial government and the Sultanate alongside English. During independence, the Malay sultanate, language and official religion is acknowledged in the the constitution with acceptance of a free citizenship to all residents of Malaya.
Sadly what little national heritage we have left, is being politicised by some quarters to gain popularity. Instead of trying to appreciate the culture, language and heritage of the land and the Malay culture it has shaped, we forgo history, in the name of pragmatism and our own brand of the so-called 'multiculturalism'. To claim multiculturalism while abandoning indigenous heritage is totally absurd. The Malay language is both expressed in romanised and arabised scripts.
We can raise the question, why don't we include the Mandarin and Tamil script in our road signs since it reflects the demography of the local community? Then why don't we include Thai, Iban, Penan or even Urdu for 'multiculturalism' sake, to be so-called more 'inclusive'? Even if there are many who can't read Jawi, what's the proportion of people who can read other scripts anyway? Since many people can read English, why not just turn all the road signs to English for the sake of its utility?
Without this Malay construct as the backbone of society, Malaysia is not what she was, what she is and what she will be in the future. Only with this construct, in engagement with minority and emerging cultures, we seek a meaningful common vision for a unified society shaped by the values of the people Malaysia represents. A bangsa Malaysia without the Malay heritage is something that I do not look forward to.
I am not against efforts of reconciliation and intercultural understanding, but to sideline the national heritage in vain attempts of gaining narrow communal political score is just appalling.
A nation without a soul, the Malay soul as the basis of the common heritage and identity, will leave us soulless and cold, in the prison of pragmatism, blown by whatever wind of the day.
Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa