Friday, 31 August 2007


OK. Am done for tonight. Good night my loved ones.
44 years and NOT 50!


(By the way, the two children on the car roof top are not mine...)
MERDEKA! For 44 years - not 50!


MY boss, Tan Sri Bernard Dompok at the church event in Ipoh, Perak where I almost died. Still... MERDEKA!

Tuesday, 28 August 2007


TO CUT the suspense short, I did not meet Louis Hamilton - who just happened to be the hottest F1 driver at the moment. But we do have, more or less, a similar experience the last few days.
This afternoon, my colleague and I came back from Ipoh, Perak - one of the States in the northern part of Peninsular Malaysia. It is about 205 kilometres from Putrajaya.
I was driving his car, a Hyundai Getz on the North-South Federal Highway.
After two hours on the road and running at a speed of 120km/hour, suddenly I felt the car vibrated rather badly. I thought it was due to the road, which was made of concrete cement - as I experienced on our way up there on Monday.
It turned out that the right rear tyre had burst. In a split second decision, I let the car run but at a slower rate rather than employing the emergency brake.
Behind us were a three tonne lorry, the lane to my right were filled with two bigger lorries and many more behind them, while to the left, a sedan and a host of other vehicles.
The lorry behind me saw what had happened, slowed down and changed to the left lane. Again, in a split second decision, I took the opportunity to also change lane and went in front of him on the left. Then I pulled over.
In what seemed like an eternity, scores of other vehicles went pass us like lighting.
Yeah, it was like what Louis Hamilton went through in the Turkish Grand Prix over the weekend.... well, sort of.
The tyre puncture could have resulted in us being involved in a horrific accident....
We went to Perak for a church related function. And throughout the journey, a CD filled with religious hymns were accompanying us. And off course, as always, I prayed silently before driving.
I humbly and sincerely thank the Lord Jesus Christ for safeguarding us.
ALBERT BINGKASAN died in a car accident.... that was a real possibility at about 4.30pm Tuesday, 28 August 2007.

Saturday, 25 August 2007


MAY BE the Independence mood has finally reached me. From 8.45pm to about 11pm on Friday, I brought my family to the Putrajaya International Convention Centre (second photo above).
But then I forgot my camera, so I dropped them at the Euro Fun Centre (third photo above). drove back to my house and returned to PICC.
Guess what, the police had closed the very road I used earlier because there were simply too many vehicles going to the PICC and the fun centre as well as to watch the fireworks display at about 10pm (this is just a brief and non-commpetitive ten-minute event).
I had to use another route which was so far away. My consolation, I managed to get a good shot of the fireworks.
When I eventually reached the fun centre, my family were already too tired for they enjoyed the various games for more than an hour. We spent about RM150.
Ah... am fully in the Independence mood. A good 44years though. Not 50.

Thursday, 23 August 2007


MY job is such that I have to fly frequently. In fact my routine is going on board an aeroplane twice a week, i.e. from Kuala Lumpur, the Malaysian national capital to Kota Kinabalu – the Sabah State capital which is two and a half hours away.
It has been like that for the last four years or so. I could tell what the menu is the moment I smell the food from afar. In fact, most of the times, I simply skip the meals.
When I came back from Kota Kinabalu over the weekend, I saw flowers… it must be around seven or eight feet tall at every corner at the disembarking gates at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport.
I wondered why suddenly the powers that be decided to put up the decoration (if it could even be call a decoration because they all looked the same as the picture above).
Then again, life is like that. Often times we cannot fit things together. Until later. May be…

Wednesday, 22 August 2007


I JUST came back from watching a 30-minute fire work display held at the Putrajaya International Convention Centre (PICC).
The show, the second of its kind, is part of an international competition in conjunction with the 50 years of Malaysia's independence (which is historically wrong because Malaysia came into being only 44 years ago, or 16 Sept 1963 to be exact. The golden celebration refers only to the Federation of MALAYA which achieved its independence on 31 August 1957.)
The first fire work was from Malaysia while tonite's one was from Australia. A few more will be on show then next few days till Sept 2.
According to news reports, the show by Malaysia on 18 August was attended by more than 100,000 people in the PICC and within Putrajaya, which is the Federal Territory Administrative Centre.
The traffic jam was terrible. So, actually, I brought my family to see it from far, about a minutedrive from my house (PICC is about 5 minutes drive from my home). The finale was wonderful but by then, I ran out of this blog have to make do with the simple photo above. The bridge on the right is the famous Seri Wawasan (Visionary) Bridge.
Off hand, I could say Australia was better than Malaysia - thats judging from what I saw. The display is supposed to light the sky accompanied by music...
I was once told a ten-minute fire work display, a simple one, could cost a million ringgit.
So RM3million went up in smoke tonight?
My heart goes to people like me, and the millions in the country who may never see a million ringgit - let alone own it!

Tuesday, 21 August 2007


I HAVE a dream. No. Actually, I dream a lot. But one of my desires is to be able to stand up and be counted among the brave ones.
Recently, I had the privilege to be up on stage and for a brief 10 minutes, enjoyed the authority to actually “call the shot”.
So when I urged the crowd, about 200 of them, to stand and in unison shout the battle cry of “UPPPPKOOOOO as in Upko”, I felt the adrenaline. I could have gone to war and never die.
Looking back, actually, I do have such authority in my daily life. For when I raise my voice, my children will certainly listen and obey.
I have a dream. I have to begin at home.

Monday, 20 August 2007


STOCKHOLM. That's the picture on the left.
It makes my heart excited.
But.... hey!
I was in a village in Ranau, Sabah my home state and yes, the picture on the right is another angle of Mount Kinabalu.
Sweden.... Sabah....
Life on earth. It does not matter where one is. Happiness is everywhere. The solution is in your hand. Bon voyage, my friends!


LAST YEAR, as I mentioned in my earlier postings, I was in Sweden. As I looked outside my room at Grand Hotel Stockholm, that was the scenery.
Oh my, what a view. That's the Royal palace on the left (which I reached on foot about ten minutes from the hotel).
It was winter so you could imagine how I was, jogging and pretending I was in a hurry rather than almost giving up to the weather)
When I looked back at this picture, somehow, I am encouraged to do my "two cents" for my hometown. Perhaps even my homestate. May be even for my country.
It is a mysterious feeling. More like a yearning. I don't know. May be I am dreaming....

Monday, 13 August 2007


Dear one and all.
I know. I have not been able to blog the last few days. Not that I am giving reasons to it. But I will let my work speak for me.
Kindly find attached a speech by my boss, Tan Sri Bernard Dompok, during Upko Convention 2007, which was officiated by the Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Haji Ahmad Badawi, all the Barisan Nasional coalition party presidents from Sabah and more than 1,000 people at the Magellan Sutera Hotel & Spa, Kota Kinabalu.
Being his press secretary... (how should I put this), I have a hand (or little hand) in ensuring the speech is as it is.... (my contribution is almost negligible... though my sleeping routine was disrupted several nights, doing it).
Personally, that's one of the most daring and 'from the heart' kind of speech from my boss.
Enjoy reading....

Thursday, 9 August 2007


AFTER working as a journalist for about ten years, I woke up one day and asked myself: What next?
To be active in a political party - but which party? To cut the long story short, I decided to join United Pasokmomogun Kadazandusun Murut Organisation (UPKO), led by Tan Sri Bernard Dompok (second right).
That was in 2001. I became the UPKO Youth Information Chief and was working as the Information Officer at the party HQ in Penampang.
In my hometown, they made me Youth Information Chief for three years. Then, somehow three years ago, I won uncontested as Upko Inanam deputy chief, with Datuk Steven Kutai (right) as my boss.
Recently, I was made organising chairman of Inanam and Karambunai zone convention. And it was really a learning experience.
I still have a lot to learn in politics. I felt so small, standing on stage with Dompok, Kutai and Karambunai chief Datuk Christine Vanhouten.
But I sang the loudest, our Upko anthem that day... and will shoulder on the fight in my own little ways. What next?

Tuesday, 7 August 2007


TWO years ago, in April 2005, I received a call from my boss. He asked me to go with him to Italy. "We are going to the funeral of Pope John Paul II," he said matter of factly.
Honestly, it took a few minutes to digest.
So we went there - being part of an official Malaysian delegation, led by Tan Sri Bernard Dompok - with me still not believing I am actually the privileged few from Malaysia for such historic and holy moment.
We went to pay our last respect, inside St Peter's Basillica at the Vatican City, amidst millions of people. The funeral itself was billed as the most attended and watched ever.
The pictures - was not allowed to take them - are blurr but the whole episode are still so vivid and fresh in my mind and heart. We were there for ten days. Am personally touched in more ways than one.
My death will not attract too many people, if any. But I do hope my political struggle will help make tomorrow a better and peaceful one for my family and especially my children and theirs ...

Monday, 6 August 2007


I HAVE to do my best in everything, starting today.
So... for the few who visit this Kionsom-Insight regularly, I hope you will find my little and humble thoughts worth reading... everyday!
Our world is getting smaller by the day, thus we say... small world.
The irony is... the ocean is getting larger due to global warming and environmental mysteries.
The Aquaria at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre (KLCC) reminds me that regardless of whether we are above or below sea level, the reality remains.
We are on a sojourn in this world. It is up to oneself... what one wants to be. The solution is in our own hands, so to speak. Have a great journey, mates!!!