the wandering and the wondering dad: yes, I am a dad. I travel and I think a lot because of my job. Wisdom begins in wondering and wandering. in this journey we call life, we often wander to different places and wonder about things. I like to record some of those here. If I left this world, some of the memories I recorded here would at least stay as a living proof on how I cherish my life. I've a good feeling the internet is here to stay.
28 December 2011
Swiss tabby
26 December 2011
Our first ski trip
21 December 2011
Frolicking in the snow
19 December 2011
18 December 2011
15 December 2011
New house
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13 December 2011
Happy Birthday to the woman of my life
My woman,
I want you to know,
Now and Tomorrow,
Never will I cease,
In saying I love you,
Ever and ever.
Minnie, I love you :-)
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The untold love story of Burma's Aung San Suu Kyi
Michael Aris, Aung San Suu Kyi and their first son Alexander, in 1973
Photo: ARIS FAMILY COLLECTION/GETTY IMAGES
By Rebecca Frayn
Last Updated: 8:38AM GMT 11/12/2011
Aung San Suu Kyi, whose story is told in a new film, went from devoted Oxford housewife to champion of Burmese democracy - but not without great personal sacrifice.
When I began to research a screenplay about Aung San Suu Kyi four years ago, I wasn't expecting to uncover one of the great love stories of our time. Yet what emerged was a tale so romantic – and yet so heartbreaking – it sounded more like a pitch for a Hollywood weepie: an exquisitely beautiful but reserved girl from the East meets a handsome and passionate young man from the West.
For Michael Aris the story is a coup de foudre, and he eventually proposes to Suu amid the snow-capped mountains of Bhutan, where he has been employed as tutor to its royal family. For the next 16 years, she becomes his devoted wife and a mother-of-two, until quite by chance she gets caught up in politics on a short trip to Burma, and never comes home. Tragically, after 10 years of campaigning to try to keep his wife safe, Michael dies of cancer without ever being allowed to say goodbye.
I also discovered that the reason no one was aware of this story was because Dr Michael Aris had gone to great lengths to keep Suu's family out of the public eye. It is only because their sons are now adults – and Michael is dead – that their friends and family feel the time has come to speak openly, and with great pride, about the unsung role he played.
The daughter of a great Burmese hero, General Aung San, who was assassinated when she was only two, Suu was raised with a strong sense of her father's unfinished legacy. In 1964 she was sent by her diplomat mother to study Politics, Philosophy and Economics at Oxford, where her guardian, Lord Gore-Booth, introduced her to Michael. He was studying history at Durham but had always had a passion for Bhutan – and in Suu he found the romantic embodiment of his great love for the East. But when she accepted his proposal, she struck a deal: if her country should ever need her, she would have to go. And Michael readily agreed.
For the next 16 years, Suu Kyi was to sublimate her extraordinary strength of character and become the perfect housewife. When their two sons, Alexander and Kim, were born she became a doting mother too, noted for her punctiliously well-organised children's parties and exquisite cooking. Much to the despair of her more feminist friends, she even insisted on ironing her husband's socks and cleaning the house herself.
Then one quiet evening in 1988, when her sons were 12 and 14, as she and Michael sat reading in Oxford, they were interrupted by a phone call to say Suu's mother had had a stroke.
She at once flew to Rangoon for what she thought would be a matter of weeks, only to find a city in turmoil. A series of violent confrontations with the military had brought the country to a standstill, and when she moved into Rangoon Hospital to care for her mother, she found the wards crowded with injured and dying students. Since public meetings were forbidden, the hospital had become the centre-point of a leaderless revolution, and word that the great General's daughter had arrived spread like wildfire.
When a delegation of academics asked Suu to head a movement for democracy, she tentatively agreed, thinking that once an election had been held she would be free to return to Oxford again. Only two months earlier she had been a devoted housewife; now she found herself spearheading a mass uprising against a barbaric regime.
In England, Michael could only anxiously monitor the news as Suu toured Burma, her popularity soaring, while the military harassed her every step and arrested and tortured many of her party members. He was haunted by the fear that she might be assassinated like her father. And when in 1989 she was placed under house arrest, his only comfort was that it at least might help keep her safe.
Michael now reciprocated all those years Suu had devoted to him with a remarkable selflessness of his own, embarking on a high-level campaign to establish her as an international icon that the military would never dare harm. But he was careful to keep his work inconspicuous, because once she emerged as the leader of a new democracy movement, the military seized upon the fact that she was married to a foreigner as a basis for a series of savage – and often sexually crude – slanders in the Burmese press.
For the next five years, as her boys were growing into young men, Suu was to remain under house arrest and kept in isolation. She sustained herself by learning how to meditate, reading widely on Buddhism and studying the writings of Mandela and Gandhi. Michael was allowed only two visits during that period. Yet this was a very particular kind of imprisonment, since at any time Suu could have asked to be driven to the airport and flown back to her family.
But neither of them ever contemplated her doing such a thing. In fact, as a historian, even as Michael agonised and continued to pressurise politicians behind the scenes, he was aware she was part of history in the making. He kept on display the book she had been reading when she received the phone call summoning her to Burma. He decorated the walls with the certificates of the many prizes she had by now won, including the 1991 Nobel Peace Prize. And above his bed he hung a huge photograph of her.
Inevitably, during the long periods when no communication was possible, he would fear Suu might be dead, and it was only the odd report from passers-by who heard the sound of her piano-playing drifting from the house that brought him peace of mind. But when the south-east Asian humidity eventually destroyed the piano, even this fragile reassurance was lost to him.
Then, in 1995, Michael quite unexpectedly received a phone call from Suu. She was ringing from the British embassy, she said. She was free again! Michael and the boys were granted visas and flew to Burma. When Suu saw Kim, her younger son, she was astonished to see he had grown into a young man. She admitted she might have passed him in the street. But Suu had become a fully politicised woman whose years of isolation had given her a hardened resolve, and she was determined to remain in her country, even if the cost was further separation from her family.
The journalist Fergal Keane, who has met Suu several times, describes her as having a core of steel. It was the sheer resilience of her moral courage that filled me with awe as I wrote my screenplay for The Lady. The first question many women ask when they hear Suu's story is how she could have left her children. Kim has said simply: "She did what she had to do." Suu Kyi herself refuses to be drawn on the subject, though she has conceded that her darkest hours were when "I feared the boys might be needing me".
That 1995 visit was the last time Michael and Suu were ever allowed to see one another. Three years later, he learnt he had terminal cancer. He called Suu to break the bad news and immediately applied for a visa so that he could say goodbye in person. When his application was rejected, he made over 30 more as his strength rapidly dwindled. A number of eminent figures – among them the Pope and President Clinton – wrote letters of appeal, but all in vain. Finally, a military official came to see Suu. Of course she could say goodbye, he said, but to do so she would have to return to Oxford.
The implicit choice that had haunted her throughout those 10 years of marital separation had now become an explicit ultimatum: your country or your family. She was distraught. If she left Burma, they both knew it would mean permanent exile – that everything they had jointly fought for would have been for nothing. Suu would call Michael from the British embassy when she could, and he was adamant that she was not even to consider it.
When I met Michael's twin brother, Anthony, he told me something he said he had never told anyone before. He said that once Suu realised she would never see Michael again, she put on a dress of his favourite colour, tied a rose in her hair, and went to the British embassy, where she recorded a farewell film for him in which she told him that his love for her had been her mainstay. The film was smuggled out, only to arrive two days after Michael died.
For many years, as Burma's human rights record deteriorated, it seemed the Aris family's great self-sacrifice might have been in vain. Yet in recent weeks the military have finally announced their desire for political change. And Suu's 22-year vigil means she is uniquely positioned to facilitate such a transition – if and when it comes – exactly as Mandela did so successfully for South Africa.
As they always believed it would, Suu and Michael's dream of democracy may yet become a reality.
Rebecca Frayn is a writer and film-maker. 'The Lady' opens nationwide on December 30
Article from the Daily Telegraph UK
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11 December 2011
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08 December 2011
PERISYTIHARAN HAK ASASI MANUSIA SEJAGAT 1948
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights was drafted between January 1947 and December 1948. It aimed to form a basis for human rights all over the world and represented a significant change of direction from events during World War II and the continuing colonialism that was rife in the world at the time. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights is considered as the most translated document in modern history. It is available in more than 360 languages and new translations are still being added.
The UN General Assembly adopted and proclaimed the Universal Declaration of Human Rights at the Palais de Chaillot in Paris, France, on the December 10, 1948. It was first observed on December 10 that year and has been observed each year on the same date. Each year Human Rights Day has a theme. Some of these themes have focused on people knowing their human rights or the importance of human rights education.
Below is the Declaration in my own language, Malay. Every member country of the UN must observe this Declaration. The Declaration may not be a legally binding Treaty but states have a moral and political obligation to respect it as it was adopted by the UN General Assembly. Many international lawyers now believe that it is now forming part of customary international law. Many individuals whose rights were affected have actually used the Declaration as a basis to initiate their claims before the national courts. There Declaration also is used to interpret what it means to be the fundamental human rights enshrined in the UN Charter which is binding on all states.
Below is the excerpt on the official translation given in Malay:
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03 December 2011
The Escalade
Tomorrow Sunday will mark one of the major festivities in this new home of ours Geneva, the Escalade. This right from the history book celebration commemorates an attempt in 1602 by the Savoy army to scale up the Walls of Geneva. The story that went down in generations was that an old woman who lived in a house overlooking the city wall was busy late at night with a large cauldron of vegetable soup when she heard the soldiers clambering up. She courageously poured the boiling contents of her couldron on the heads of the invaders and were quickly repulsed by the local troops as soon as the shouts of pains of the scalded invaders were overheard.
so tomorrow just after 6 in the evening there will be a parade in 17th century costume and armour riding through the town reading a proclamation and singing the Escalade song, "Ainsi périssent les ennemis de la République! " (Thus perish the enemies of the Republic) at various points and culminating in a dance around a huge couldron of soup in front of the Saint Pierre Cathedral. This important celebration is a reminder on how the Genevois fought to defend their freedom from the invading Catholics army.
I hope I can catch up this event as it will be I am sure a fun experience especially for the kids. Bonne Nuit!
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I'm still not used to looking at the price tags here without thinking of converting them into our local currency. A can of coke can buy me 5 cans back home never mind the kebab which on average costs 10 swiss franc each here which is around $15 each. That again is a price of 4 or 5 kebabs back home.
Eating at a restaurant is of course a lot more expensive. At the moment, it is a luxury we can't quite afford as we are moving into our residence here which is unfurnished. But thankfully with the endless hours spent house hunting from every corner of Geneva, we finally found one that is within reach. We settle for a house which is near to where I work but unfortunately very far from the kids' school. I would love to have a house near the kids' school but the school is located in an expensive neighbourhood and none of the houses that we saw there were within our reach. I will need all the money we have to buy the necessary essentials as all our stuff, furniture and what not are still on their way from laos. We were told because of the recent flooding in Thailand, our shipment could not be done and all the stuff were sitting at a warehouse until a few days ago.
01 December 2011
28 November 2011
Swiss knives, chocolates, watches and treaty making...
I have not written much in this Life journal of mine. Much of it that you see since we arrived in Geneva is just photos uploaded real time from my handphone. Keeping one open blog about this journey We call life and a private one about my work can be quite a daunting task at times if you lack the discipline.
We have been here in Switzerland for more than two weeks and we have not explored much of the country beyond Geneva. This is because I had started work as soon as we arrived and of course as I expected I got a work shock! The amount of work waiting for me in Geneva is overwhelming. Although office hour here ends at 5 pm, leaving the office at 6 in the evening is considered a luxury. The traffic here during the rush hour when office ends can be horrendous. As my office is near the airport by the main highway and very close to the french border, the traffic jam here can just be as worst as what you get in Bangkok or metro Manila. It is said that due to the very high cost of living in Geneva, around 80,000 people who work in Geneva commute daily from the french side.
There is no point for me to leave office when everyone else is trying to do the same thing. What I learnt in stress management, if you want to avoid the traffic stress, come to the office either earlier when everyone else is still asleep or later when everyone else is already in the office to beat the traffic (of course if you are a boss coming in late is not setting a very good example to your subordinates) and when office hour ends, you repeat the same routine, either leave the office earlier when everyone else is still in the office or later when everyone else has left. I usually come to the office early as my "thinking hour" is usually when no one is around. when you are in management, you will have no time to yourself when everyone else is already around. You will get endless interruptions. I also notice here, all appointments begin after 10 am.
There is also that endless receptions hosted by the hundreds of missions here. Geneva is the second seat of the UN, the other one is in New York. It is the seat of many specialized bodies of the UN such as The WHO, WMO, UNHCR, WIPO and the ITU (You can google on the longer names of these acronyms). Geneva also hosts many other international organizations either affiliated to the UN or not like the WTO and the ICRC. The seat of UN in Geneva is at Palais Des Nations. It is a huge complex that was built just after the first world war for the seat of the League of Nations the predecessor of the UN today. The palace itself hosts roughly 10,000 meetings every year (thats right with three zeros) ranging from disarmament, human rights and all the other real and complex issues facing the world we live in today. Whilst we see much of the news relating to the UN in New York because of the Security Council and the General Assembly (and of course who wont have heard of Ban Ki Moon the UN Secretary General), the work of the UN in Geneva is mostly that of the UN specialized bodies. Many treaties and conventions had actually been formulated here, the famous of which are the Geneva Conventions relating to the international humanitarian laws which at Law School we used to call them the laws of wars. Despite the workload, I am really enjoying my work here as I really could use what I had learnt at law school. This place is also not strange to me having attended various meetings hosted by the WIPO and WTO. I could'nt forget a time here where the car that drove me to a particular meeting was hit by another car driven by the Ambassador of one south American country as her driver was trying to jump the red light when we had a right of way in the opposite direction. Luckily when the car drove through, our car only hit the back of the Ambassador's car which spunned 360 degrees. Luckily no one had any serious injury though I had a slight concussion on my head. That accident left me with a long lasting impression on how orderly this country was and still is. We didnt see any exchange of heated arguments or fights which would probably have happened had the accident been in Asia. Both drivers calmly exchanged their insurance details and asked an owner of a camera shop in front of where the accident happened to take a couple of pictures which I presumed were for the insurance claims. Everything was settled in less than 10 minutes or so and everyone acted in a civil way. Compulsory insurance and efficient settlement of the compensation made all the difference.
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27 November 2011
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This is our first pot luck lunch at my staff's residence situated in a corner of a little village near the Geneva airport.
We have this get together as mrs is doing some cooking for the coming UN food bazaar. I am told Its an annual event organized by the spouses of the diplomats based in Geneva. We had similar experiences in our last posting where each mission would be required to put up a stall selling our own local delicacies and all the proceeds would be distributed to the local charities. I for one is very supportive that we make it a point to participate in this good cause. Not only we will be helping the charities, we will also be promoting our country through our food. No, there won't be ambuyat or balutak. We will have keropok udang and some nasi goreng kampung as well as mee goreng.
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29 October 2011
Simply impressed!!
I caught a flight home from Bangkok to BSB on our national airline the Royal Brunei and I have to say I was Very Very impressed with the improved quality of the in flight service. I could hear an Australian couple who were seated behind me were also very impressed as well. the husband was also impressed with one of the male flight attendants on how clear his English was. Being a frequent user of our natioanl airline, I could actually feel a different ambience. the staff are more courteous and friendlier. well done RBA!
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22 October 2011
15 October 2011
The mighty Mekong river
09 October 2011
07 October 2011
Nope, I don't get any free coffee for posting this entry. Just a hand of friendship...
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Jars Cafe
Picturesque Xengkoung
view from my room at 6 am
I don't know if I will ever come back to this part of Laos but the whole trip had been very exhilarating and a truly memorable one.
06 October 2011
Return to Xengkhoung
We are now on the road. I can't describe how frightening it is to drive through the meandering road that zig zags across the mountains. All I can see is beautiful mountain ranges but the road appears to be hanging on the hill sides and on both sides I can see are deep crevices and clifts 100s of metres high. I keep thinking if Inpone my driver made one wrong move, the 4 wheel car we are driving in would surely fall into one of those clifts. So the usual me keeps nagging him to drive slowly.