1400 in 16 years

 This is my 1400th write up for this blog.

To every one of you who have followed and read my posts even once, occasionally or all this while, I extend my deep appreciation, humility and gratitude.

In this age of temporary things, I am thankful for being able to go back to my previous musings, photographs, articulations, thoughts and moments.  Oh yes,  some of you may wonder why I have stopped posting images for several years now.   I still have not been able to resolve the technical problem, it may have to do with me preventing some thing on Google as part of strengthening my personal security parameters.

In culinary review posts, I had linked to Zomato, which has since gone defunct across Australia.

So many view points in the millions have been channeled in cyberspace, never going into print.    They gush through instant messaging, group chats, comments in apps that gaslight immediate feedback and other opportunities that may not encourage thoughtfulness before reacting.   Response by the masses churn as it is so ready for one individual  to light the fire of discord or inspiration.   We are pushed from checking websites to apps, from providing measured thoughts to spur of the moment gestures.  We need not even write in our response, but utilise symbols, icons and emotional signs.

Many of my previous posts reflect on matters that are no longer pertinent.   Yet I relish other posts that touch on longer lasting and still relevant subjects.    Politics, eateries and encounters can come and go, but meaningful human interactions and inspiration remain embedded.    The nature of passing and insignificant matters is illustrated.   Geographical places visited and experienced remain a joy in my heart.

Have some of my opinions changed in all these ensuing years, especially since my blog Kindlyyours.blogspot.com started in April 2008?   Each of us are evolving creatures and I hope the answer to that is a big Yes.  I may have moved on but I refuse to edit the views from opinion pieces from as far back as sixteen years ago.

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If Not, Then Why Not?

If you cannot find it, remind yourself of the reason for the search.

If you miss it, then make new plans.

The best way is often not what the crowd is urged upon.

Adding a new ingredient can often lift your game.

Things can somehow organise themselves.

I do not realise that I get away at times to better appreciate not getting away.

The best plans get chucked away by unexpectedly meeting the right person.

You encounter the new by not only taking a different route, but also at a different time.

We will not pass by again the same banks of the river of a life's journey.

It is more fruitful to heighten our own expectations of one's self, than to bother with our expectations of others.

If we are no longer useful to some, then we do not hear from them again.

Conserve our energy and joy away from those who just seek attention to and for themselves.

Silence is the most relaxing position to assume when we try to listen.

Walking away in silence is the most effective way to handle negativity.

To accept inspiration and joy ftom others is divine.  To protect ourselves from the opposite calls for our mindfulness.

Enjoying love from a pet reminds me of no need to verbalise what is pure and fortunate.

What is most precious are not things.

Realise what can be not obvious.

The mind can take us to a higher and more meaningful plane of existence.

We do not have to like and dislike things from twenty years ago, for each of us have moved on.

When we do not use it, we lose it.

We are lucky to remember, retain and cherish moments and words that nourish us from the past.

Embracing the new is as important as relishing the past.

What seems routine and ordinary can turn out to be more meaningful than so called big moments.

Indulge with individuals we have as loved in the present, for the future relegates each of us to the past.

We are what we think.

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The Thin Lines Between

 In this age of information overload, all competing for your loyalty, belief, funding, behaviour and more, what is propaganda, selective data, truth, marketing, fact, opinion, misinformation and falsity?

At a click, there are parties out there in cyberspace who spawn messages out in such huge numbers at a speed only their wifi can channel them.  We do not know, or have met, such entities or persons who send them - and they need out be human.

On any matter these days, we are bombarded with a spectrum of views.   The first check we consciously must be aware is who is the deliverer of the message.   Does it come from the horse's mouth, a middle broker, an agent of the source, a paid distributor or a more neutral person?

How is the message worded? Does it come with a balance of articulated various views, or does it come hammering our senses with only one view?  Are shouting words or phrases used to push each of us accept the message, instead of allowing the recipient an opportunity to think independently?

Is the message condescending, or utilise oppressive humour to knock down other parties?

Is the information only focusing on selective matters and show strong indications of cherry picking?

Can the recipient validate what is driven down the throat with other sources of information?

Does the information raise sentiment, emotion and provocation?

Does each of us consciously remind ourselves of our own biases, preferences and beliefs when processing information given to us?  I know of individuals who are so rigid in their thinking - they quickly dismiss information received from the other side, or deeply have suspicions of any such information.

Do we remain mindful of the context in which a message, video clip or weblink is sent to us?  Are messengers really wanting something from us, or consistently trying to influence our mindset?

I am taught in school that fact requires solid evidence to support its validity.  Opinions are so easy to spot - millions of opinions are sprouting like plankton in high season on social media.  Propaganda is also obvious - or it can be subtle, especially if they are expressed by authority in society.

Misinformation can involve so called experts, academics and regulatory authorities.  Selective data and evidence can be cleverly structured to convince individuals and the masses.  Many an occasion we are told what is good or bad, when reality is not so clearcut and can vary.

What is truth depends on perception, cultural upbringing and past experience.  So I learnt that truth need not be factual, but facts are true.  When facts are not accepted, the recipient has had other versions of what is truth in the mind, conviction and context.  I may be sold to a falsity which I have been taught to be true.

The blurring of things can become so significant when we confront matters of personal health, belief and politics.  We can be overtly or covertly pressured to conform when we are active members of a specific community in every sense.

How do I handle it when what  I have always held to be truth turns out to be against the facts?  How do I feel when selected facts given to me are discovered to be cherry picked to support an otherwise non factual menu?

We remain vulnerable when we are given pieces of information that stir our emotions, pushing us further to accept falsity as truth.   Fragments of truth can be found with sharpnels of falsity in a misleading brew.  The roar of mass approval can cascade us into this situation when we had hardly a chance to independently think for ourselves.

In shaking the chaff from the grain, I realise most of us take comfort in what we consciously or subconciously want to hear. That is critical to advisors and speech writers working for powerful politicians.

I get most gullible when I receive information from those I have trusted all my life.  Beware of those who then transform beyond their original perceived selves as they get caught up in commercial greed, huge funding and access to power.

On relatively small matters, it can be a fun game to discern from information that looks kosher but is really dodgy.

On more significant matters, increasingly there is no point to argue or challenge each other on who is "right" or"wrong".

The reality can be that we have all been fooled, manipulated like puppets on a string.

#yongkevthoughts

In the Course of Routine in a City Suburb

The air definitely feels more than a tad nippy.

The clouds overhead suggest of arriving snow fall, not within the immediate neighbourhood, but more likely kilometres away to the south, where this year's skiing season is due to begin.

Passerbys adorn that extra layer of cosiness, but more because there is a bite of chill from the single digit temperature overnight.

I head straight to the little bakery inside an arcade.  I know precisely what I want.  Not for eating on the spot but like a squirrel in a forest, I am saving the baked delights for another day, the culinary delights with flakiness, bite and fillings.

Yes, there they are behind the glass display.  However, there are several eager people already queqing when I arrive. Indoors, I feel warm enough to wait.

There are three compact shopping centres next to each other.   I easily navigate to another building.  Having not been back there for several months, I am eager to explore, to see if familiarity is still there, but also ready to realise if change has come about.

My subtle expectations of change are right on my path and in my eyes.  The once bustling cafe at a corner is gone.   An ethnic food eatery has its doors closed, an obviously not a good sign.  The bigger restaurant across the aisle has changed names.  Centre tenants come and go.  So it is a delight to see people still take the escalator to a long standing brunch and lunch place on the second floor.

I explore the spaces between rhe shelves in a still existing supermart on the ground floor.

The meet up for lunch with friends is at a recently renovated venue along the main road, but it is still two hours away for that catch up.

So I continue wandering into another building.   I check the custard apples at a fresh produce hall but today they are highly priced.  I relax looking at Japanese made packaging and kitchen items at a low price Daiso joint.  I bought the smallest kitchen filter sink that I needee to replace for years, a break to a lingering procastination.

Then I stumble into a cooked fresh food stall offering takeaways at a good deal of a price.  I cannot resist an exotic dish that I do not know how to make.  So I fall for the choice of pan fried cumin lamb, perhaps so appropriate to partake in this cool season.  There is also a queue lining up for the lamb and chicken.

I proceed to the main street.  It is now chock a block with vehicular traffic, underlying the hustle and bustle of the trading and economic activity there.  I look for a huge and well stocked kitchen ware outlet, but its doors remain well shut today.  I wonder why.  I quietly pray it is not closed, for I got a well made wok there a few years ago.

I pop into a place selling porcelain and furniture from the Orient.  I check out another family run bakery, spot their versions of small chicken pies and pork rolls. I wonder if their version makes the mark.  I get takeaway, no harm trying them once for a start.

The sun comes up, the breeze outside tones down.

I park myself at a contemporary bakery, yes another one, as the restaurant I am heading to for lunch with friends is just across the busy road.  All the walking around so far has energised my body more - and now I need a drink.

Enough hot coffee is my thought.  So I get a bit adventurous and try a new fangled concoction.  It is a cold brew but laced with a fruity flavour.  What am I thinking of, it is still a cold day.

My trying that contemporary brew turns out all right.  It has hydrated me at the right spot and moment.

I cross the road and line up in front of the door to the lunch time venue. The place is full, buzzing with hungry appetites, eager faces and endless chatter.

A middle edged lady rudely speaks to the elderly gentleman waiting at the door, telling him in an over the top voice that he is blocking the way.  The day had been pleasant for me since dawn - and even if such uncalled behaviour was not addressed to me, it broke the magical idyll when a day has been perfect.

#yongkevthoughts

Carving Up or Preservation of Territory

 Contemporary history continues the pattern of changing of boundaries and territories as the fortunes, power and fate of empires, states and societies vary through the course of time.

While some political states have largely maintained their lands, others have been afflicted with division, separation and takeover.

Nations are not created just because we share the same culture, religion or ethnic ties. States can be seen to hold diversity - and that can be both a strength and vulnerability.

Nations have been created or broken up for political convenience, as a result of violent conflict or subject to a powerful leadership past or present.

Europe is often cited as having the affliction of constant changing boundaries, small or large lands affected. Parts of Germany and France have switched to one or the other. The break up of the Austrian Hungarian Empire resulted in a platter of several kingdoms.  Scandinavia was once dominated by Sweden.  Italy was only formed in the late 19th century.   The end of the Soviet Union in 1989 mushroomed independent countries from Central Asia to the Baltic States.

Africa today retains the colonial map of the 20th century, even if independent states are in power today, instead of the carve up amongst the colonists from Italy, France, Portugal, Belgium, Germany and Britain.

Across Asia, several nations echo broken parts of what once was one.  India and Pakistan were separated based on religion when the British gave independence to the subcontinent.  The Korean peninsular underwent through a dramatic war between what was touted to be between communism and capitalism. Vietnam was broken in two when the French left in the 1950s, suffered a long bitter and violent conflict during the American War and finally was reunited under a nationalistic Communist regime.

In the Western Hemisphere, Mexican land was purchased by the burgeoning United States in the latter's expansionist phase going westwards in the 19th century.   Alaska was also bought from the Russian Empire in the late 19th century.

The United States controlled Panama after they built the canal that connected both Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. This is an example of territorial  takeover in bits strategic to trade and geopolitics.

The 1895 defeat by the Japanese of a weak China saw the start of Taiwan under Japanese rule, until the break up of the Imperial Japanese forces in August 1945.

When the original territory of nations are divided, there are significant implications for the people caught on either side of the separation. Think of Berlin during the Cold War between the USA and the Soviet Union.  Reflect of how Koreans have been split up since the ceasefire from so many years ago.

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To Remove One's Self from the Circus

 I do note people I know, in a very calming way, not get agitated, in fact may not even consciously notice, any particular episode or seemingly endless trend, in geopolitics or even localised uproar.

Contemporary society, whether in news readings on broadcasts or telecasts, or in the relentless social media of podcasts, video clips, instantaneous messaging or captivating agenda filled weblinks, overloads the recipient with so much information, many of them silo views, political or commercial agendas, that no one individual can truly grasp the reality behind it all.   And do not even add the role of AI blurring the lines between virtuality, manipulation, tampering, factual and opinion.

So my attention has been to try to understand these individuals who seemingly are not affected by these increasingly intrusive diversions.

Their mindset sails on mostly uncaring of such external events or oblivious to such distractions.

Their personal attitudes seems so charmed, not bothered about the latest conflict, natural disaster or political gaffe, even if it happens not geographically far from where they live.

Are they burying ostrich like heads in the sand?

Are they protecting themselves Amish like or cleverly not allowing the vagaries of outside life affect their seeming inner peace?

They are not like individuals I hear about having burnout from the relentless commercial push, then changing to a completely different lifestyle away from disillusionment and societal demands.  These people I am discussing about on the contrary carry on in the suburbs and do not show obvious signs of having made a drastic sea change.

One thing they teach me is that most things are temporary.  Events hyped about usually reverse and change, so they advise me to just observe and bend with the flow, breeze and temperature.

They also make me wake up to the fact most things in the course of nature are beyond our internal influence, action or cause.  Matters of destruction are naturally followed by adjustment, regrowth and reconstruction.

Many are influenced by philosophical or religious belief.

Some are convinced in their personal comfort and faith that they do not have to react at all, because the only importance they respond to is to their spiritual superior. And all things in their personal life are decided by this factor.

So such people I know remain unfazed by most external matters. They can remain immune to influencers, politicians, snakeoil sales men and peddlers outside their own world of orbit.

There are other individuals with special armour not to be caught up in the distractions of the contemporary world.

Advanced Buddhist practitioners are focused on their continuing journey through various states of unending existence - their aim is eventually for their soul not to be reborn.  So the trappings of current life are to be ignored.

Others are so focussed or obsessed with their personal passions, specialisations or inherent drives, that external matters are just trivia.

So amidst the increased networks of technology, communication and information, I find it captivating there are individuals who are not so affected by the clutter, noise and bang.

#yongkevthoughts

And Where Are You From?

 There are Jews who are so because of their focus on heritage and culture.

There are Israelis who are so mainly because they are Zionists.

I am Malaysian by background, culture and heritage, not by race.

Some in Australia incorrectly reckon I am Malay, just because I come from Malaysia. They mix up nationality with ethnic origin.

The age of colonisation from the 16th to 20th centuries have resulted in many individuals sharing the heritage of the Indigenous and the conquerors.  Think of South and Central America, Australia, India, the Phillippines,

Lebanon, the USA and Canada.

Across south-east Asia, migrants from India and China in the same recent five centuries have also married and set up families with the already diverse ethnic groups residing there.  Today their off spring are popularly referred to as Peranakan Indians and Straits Chinese.  

(Peranakan as one may know is the Malay word for "local born".)

Those who have family trees from both European and Asian sides, originating from the age of the rise of Euro sailing trading powers across Asia,  are popularly known as Eurasians.

There are Portuguese Eurasians ( think of Goa and Malacca), Dutch Eurasians, Anglo-Saxon Eurasians (reflect on Hong Kong, Malaysia and Singapore) and Spanish Eurasians (the Phillippines).

Their numbers have dwindled in Singapore and Malaysia, perhaps due to emigration.  However many young people across Australia, UK, USA, NZ and Canadia today are the new generation of Eurasians in the 21st century.

In societies that make citizens and residents hold an identity card by law, are Eurasians recognised as an independent ethnic group on their own?  Chindians in Singapore have to choose either Indian or Chinese to state in official papers.

For their own reasons, several political entities insist on identifying and compartmentalising the race and religion of their residents.  Others do not because it suggests discrimination.

So an Australian, British and Canadian need not necessarily be of Caucasian origin.

Residents of homogenous cultural nations can find it hard to accept that an Australian can be African in appearance, a Canadian is Indian and a Peruvian is of Japanese origin.

How much do emigrants settled in a new nation hold strong links back to the mother culture? 

There is strong emphasis by the Japanese on such things.

Indian women proudly adorn their traditional dresses.  Muslims are strongly bound by their religious convention.

Chinese tend to everyday wear contemporary Western styles in their adopted lands, bringing out the cultural wardrobes on festival dates.

Improved economic ability, easier air travel, technologically facilitated contacts and more physical interaction amongst the diverse demographics of the human species have also resulted in more intermixing of DNAs, genes and cultural richness.

The evolving development of an European union is also helped by increased marriages of people from the so many different cultures on the continent.

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