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[1088] Of family connection to the death railway

I woke this morning to a documentary entitled the Bridge on the River Kwai on the Discovery Channel. I have seen it before but there nothing on TV on Sunday morning and so, I was sort of stuck with it; too lazy to do anything else. The most exciting news of the day so far might be Obama’s decision to officially run for the Presidency of the United States of America. That however had already been anticipated by too many people that it was not a surprise. My Sunday surprise was the revelation that my great-grandfather, my mother’s granddad might have been a forced laborer for the construction of the infamous death railway connecting Thailand and Myanmar, then Burma.

My mom told me that great-granddad was tapping running early in the morning when a couple of Japanese soldiers picked him up. I am unsure how she knows that but I assume it is one of those stories that are passed down orally. I presume that it happened in Malacca since I have strong family ties to the former Straits Settlements. Since then, he was never heard from again. Family presumed him to have died in Thailand or Burma.

His wife was rather young when that occurred. Back then when the general education level of the population was low especially among Malays, marriage occurred at a very young age. I am unsure when exactly my great-grandparents got married but my mom said she was about 20 by the time the Japanese occupied Malaya. With a kidnapped husband and fear of being disturbed by the Japanese soldiers, she had to place a pillow under her clothes to give her the appearance of being pregnant. It seems that the pregnancy trick works even in times of war.

I looked up for the railway on Wikipedia and discovered that if he was indeed a forced laborer constructing the railway, he would be among 200,000 Asian laborers that contributed to the line. If he had died building the line, he would be one of 100,000 Asians that died during the construction of the death railway. And unlike the Allied prisoners of war, I am unaware of any memorial dedicated to the anonymous Asians, which might include my great-grandfather.

Reading a map of the line on Wikipedia

Public domain. Wikipedia. User W.wolny

…I wonder where did he work at.

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[1023] Of too much of a dream

I think, I dream too much:

Some rights reserved. By Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams.

But fact finding never hurts, I suppose.

And yes. Kuala Lumpur is in Mexico. No wonder it took weeks to get to me.

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Books & printed materials Personal

[1016] Of drunk and sobering again

I suffered temporary madness just a few hours ago. Or maybe, I was just a little drunk.

It was Friday and merely a few days before Christmas. With having nothing to do, I decided to give Kinokuniya a visit. With me running out of books to read, I felt it was the perfect time for me to go on book shopping.

Initially, I had a specific title in mind and probably one or two other titles I would decide once I actually saw them. For that one specific book, I was looking for Francis Fukuyama’s The End of History and the Last of Man. I thought, I have never read Fukuyama despite being familiar with his ideas. At the book store, I went straight to the counter, asked for Fukuyama’s and got it. One thing though, Kinokuniya placed The End of History at the history section…

The girl at the counter was cute though.

Then, the random walk amid the racks began.

First was The Undercover Economist. It was right beside Freakonomics. And yes, I admit, I haven’t read Freakonomics. I know it’s pop-econ but I feel I know enough economics that I wouldn’t feel too astounded to the facts in the wildly popular book. What’s more, I actually had read some of its content and while entertaining, I could say I’m familiar with it. Besides, I prefer not to read what most others read. As with The Da Vinci’s Code, I only read it after a friend incessantly told me I should read it day in day out. I read Da Vinci’s just to shut her up. Digression aside, I picked that book.

The third book was Amartya Sen’s The Argumentative Indian. I don’t know why I picked it up but I suspect it was because Nik Nazmi mentioned it earlier in his blog. For all I know, Nik Nazmi probably run a subliminal message that would sound like “read Sen. read Sen.” And The Argumentative Indian became the third book I picked up.

I thought I would stop at three books but soon, I spotted Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion. I remember Dawkins from an article on New York Times. Furthermore, the title was on Kunikoniya’s top ten non-fiction list. I picked that one up too. So much for “don’t really like reading what most people like to read“, eh?

The fifth book was The Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith, one of the more prominent economists in our times. I have great respect for him, despite the fact that some of his ideas aren’t too friendly to libertarianism.

The sixth was The Origin of Wealth by Eric D. Beinhocker. The reason I picked up this book is pure curiousity. At the back of its jacket, it writes “There is a revolution underway in economics and you need to know about it.” Call me a sucker but I really wanted to know about the revolution. And judging from the selection of the books, you could probably guess which section I was lingering at.

Bill Clinton’s My Life was next. People — well, my democrats-friendly friends actually — told me how great the book is. They might be biased but I do think Bill Clinton is a great President. So, one more.

The last one was History the Malay Kingdom of Patani by Ibrahim Syukri. Why I picked this one up? I thought, hey, maybe I could read this and then contribute to Wikipedia!

After all the madness, I started to sober up. The cause of the awakening was the increasingly heavy burden I was carrying. Yes, the burden was the books. And all those books probably would have burned a hole through my wallet if I hadn’t sober up.

I inspected price tags and I said to myself, “whoa!”. The whole thing cost more than RM 500. In fact, it was more like RM 800!

I didn’t plan to spend RM 800 as recklessly as I had picked up the book and so, with heavy hearts, I had to filter them out.

The first victim was The Undercover Economist. Second was The Argumentative Indian.

Then, it was History of Patani. This book in particular is priced in the most irrational way. It’s a relatively thin book but priced nearly RM 50. Clinton’s My Life is about five times as thick and cost just RM 65. Maybe, I could blame it on economies of scale!

The fourth unfortunate victim of the unwanted culling was The Affluent Society.

Ironically, the scourge cost the book that I came in the first place. Yes, I threw away The End of History.

So, in the end, I was left with My Life, The Origin of Wealth and The God Delusion.

While I’m currently happy with two titles, I’m not so sure with The Origin of Wealth though. When I got home, I immediately opened by New Years’ present and took a sneak peak of what to come. Naughty me.

The Origin of Wealth unfortunately looks like an economics thesis instead of something one could read for leisure. The appendices itself could be made into a book by itself. That’s how thick it is. Maybe I should just return and trade it for Fukuyama’s instead.

And great. I forgot that I wanted to get Sophie’s World.

Regardless, these three titles ought to keep my busy for weeks.

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[987] Of satire at Istana Seri Menanti

It’s 2 AM on a Sunday. I just got back from a dinner event at Istana Seri Menanti.

To those that organized the sketch, I salute thee. It takes courage to stage it in front of the King and the Chief Minister of Negeri Sembilan. Thanks goodness that we still have some freedom of expression in this country, despite daily erosion.

Some rights reserved. By Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams.

If this is the kind of quality play held at every annual MCOBA dinner, I wouldn’t mind attending the next edition. And the next too. Great job guys.

And, haha, thanks to Project Sayong for sponsoring my ticket. But I wonder, would this play hurt the project? LOL!

p/s – Nik Nazmi describes the play.

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[984] Of loving Facebook

Yes. After more than a year on it, I have finally come to appreciate it. At this moment, I’m missing all the people that I’ve come to befriend with at Michigan and looking for them up rather religiously on Facebook. So far, so good.

Currently however, I trying to track a history-majored Hmong friend what attended Prof. Lieberman’s Southeast Asian history class that I enrolled in as a freshman. Why him?

Well, his parents and him are exiled from Laos. The fact that his rights have been robbed by a authoritarian communist state really sticks in my mind. Through him, I learned that there is a large Hmong community in Chicago.

And he invited me to a dinner three years later after no news at all! How sweet is that? He cared to track me down.

Unfortunately, I, embarrassingly have forgotten his name.

And I still owe him dinner.