Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Old Streets, New City, Morning Light

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View Jalan Carpenter in a larger map
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Medan Pelita - STAR CINEPLEX, TANDOORI PALACE, formerly REX CINEMA in 1970s
Hong San Si Temple
Harmony Arch at entrance to Carpenter Street
Ernest Zacharevic’s Murals in Kuching






29-7-2014 TUESDAY

I woke up early in the morning before the sky turns bright. I want to see how the streets feels like under the dawning lights.


After a cup of hot tea from the lodging house in Jalan Tabuan where I put up for this short Kuching trip, I am on the cool morning silent street of Jalan Tabuan curious to see what the first things interest me.  I want to see what remains familiar sight of these streets where I frequently walked on in the 1970s. That was 40 years ago.  40 years!!!!!!!!!

The next morning 30-7-2014 WEDNESDAY I arose even earlier, because just one morning is insufficient to see all the old streets of Kuching. Hopefully the second day will cover the rest.

This page is a summary of the two mornings.



1)St. Mary’s Primary School
2)Colonial-Chinese style shop houses
3)Medan Pelita
4)Kuching State Legislative Assembly Buiding (Dewan Undangan Negeri)


6:39AM Its Tuesday, a weekday when students suppose to be on the way to schools at this morning hours, but no sight of Kuching High School students, or St. Mary's girls, or St. Thomas boys.

This is the old streets I walked pass every school day in the 1970s among the crowds of students from 5 primary and secondary schools. The two other schools are Chun Hwa Primary School No: 2 and Chung Hwa Primary school No: 4 all within the same area alone Tabuan Road.

But this morning no one student in sight. Seem all schools closed. Yes! All schools closed for a 1 week Hari Raya public holidays.  All commercial offices also closed for 2 days on 28th and 29th July 2014. That is why I am here in Kuching taking advantage of the holidays to come for a  niece's wedding).
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Sa Gak Po 三角坡 at Jalan Tabuan

At the northern end of Jalan Tabuan is a gentle slop. Since the White Raja’s time the Chinese has been calling this slop 三角坡 (Sa Gak Po) means Triangle Slop. It was really a triangle shape round-about during my school days in the 1970s.  Today the “Triangle” is replaced with traffic lights for the 3 junctions.

At the end of the slop is St. Mary’s Primary School and this block of 4 heritage shop houses.

This block of 4 heritage shop houses gone through renovations but the main structure remain unchanged.  The windows structural design remains as original as it was built in the 1930s.
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(3) Medan Pelita building

Rex Cinema in Kuching is now replaced with Medan Pelita building, a complex consisting of Food court and restaurant, multilevel Parking spaces and Star Cineplex (Cinema).

Rex Cinema was the cinema shown all the western films in those year 1960s, 1970s. I remember the film THE SOUND OF MUSIC in 1967. The cinema offer a special ticket fees for school students for special extra shows in the afternoon. So one afternoon, my whole class of Form 1 of Kuching High School walked from classroom to Rex Cinema for THE SOUND OF MUSIC.







6:45AM I pop into one of the noodle stalls at Green Hill Road and routinely ordered Kolo Mee and a cup of milk tea.  This is my breakfast for today. Opposite the stall is Star Cineplex (above photo).

Coffee-shops with  food-stalls are dotted all over Kuching old town. Those locally popular and traditional ones are found along Jalan Carpenter, Main Bazaar and Padungan Road.

Today I strolled Jalan Carpenter and Main Bazaar. Jalan Green Hill is where most of the budget hotels are in the same area.

Kuching Kolo Mee

Kolo Mee originated from the Hokkien Chinese and is a common every day dish in Kuching City. Today Kolo Mee has spread to Sabah and West Malaysia many are copying the name but without real tease and quality of Kuching’s Kolo Mee.

Visitors to Kuching or any part of Sarawak usually tried a bowl of Kolo Mee otherwise they considered one has never actually been to Sarawak.

Kolo Mee is  Egg noodles that are fleshly-boiled, then classically served with crushed garlic and shallot, minced pork or beef and white vinegar. Some of them come with sliced barbecue pork known as char siu or beef.

Hong San Si Temple


7:02AM Young people jogging pass Hong San Si Temple before heat struck. Just 100 meters from the right of the temple is the 1.7 Km Kuching Water Front where fitness enthusiasts enjoy their morning jogs and evening strolls.

7:15AM A curious Chinese lady tourist passing by the temple while a devotee performs his morning prayer.  Kuching City’s cultural diversity attracted a steady grown of tourists from China in recent years.




View on a larger map Jalan Carpenter

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Jalan Ewe Hai





2014-07-29  7:42AM Tuesday
I did not know there is a third Chinese Temple in Carpenter Street till today. All the while I knew there are only two.

The front door is wide open with a sign board on top of the door say “Temple of Queen of Heaven” so I walked up the stairs to see for the first time the new temple installed only in the year 1987.

An ornate Chinese temple dedicated to the Queen of Heaven. Thean Hou (the Queen of Heaven) has been worshiped as the protectorate of fishermen and villagers by the sea.

Good view, though not panoramic, of Kuching Town center. The temple balcony is the only public location to view the roof top of Carpenter Street.
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上帝廟 Shang Ti Temple, Carpenter Street





Harmony Arch at entrance to Carpenter Street
At the turn of 21st Century, the old Kuching Town turns from commercial era to tourist era. With many of the commercial activities moved out of this old part for this small area is long longer able to meet the rapid expansion of Kuching City. 

The history of Carpenter Street became its asset in attracting steady stream of visitors that earn Kuching (and Sarawak) millions of income each years. Those days in 1970s when I walked along these area, I had not idea that this is how Carpenter Street would one day become today.

To add value to tourism and heritage, this Chinese style Arch was build in 1987 and named HARMONY ARCH (see photo above).

Honestly, if non-Chinese friends asked me for a list of sight-seeing sites in Kuching before coming, I will not include Carpenter Street because there is simple nothing interesting for them to see.

But for my self, I must walk through Carpenter Street a couple of times each time I come to Kuching because I grew up here while I was a secondary student. I walked the street each schools and left behind uncountable foot prints in memories. There are so many old things to see and so many old memories to be refreshed.

Carpenter Street is my windows to the outside world from a feudalistic Hakka family. So isolated were my parent (so as many other old Hakka in Sarawak) they made little association with the Teochew or Hockien other then their own few close Hakka relatives because of dialects differences problem.

For the local Chinese and tourist to old Kuching, Carpenter Street (Attap Street)  is 350meters street stretching from the West end Harmony Arch to the East end Hong San Si Temple. And this Carpenter Street is the heart of Kuching’s Old Chinatown. (The whole Old Chinatown included Main Bazaar)

But in official geography map this short 350 meters street are combination of 200m Carpenter Street and 150m Ewe Hai Street.

For me I would just follow the local Chinese and call the whole street Carpenter Street instead of the confusing East section Ewe Hai Street and West section Carpenter Street. After all it is only 350 meters and physically it is only one street.

Architecturally, Carpenter street lined with evocative, colonial-era shop houses and 2 vibrantly colored Chinese temples.

The 3 Chinese temples in Carpenter Street are main attraction to tourist today.  During my school days 40 years ago, it was only Hong San Si Temple at the East End that captured my curiosity. This Hokkien temple with roofline of tiled dragons was established sometime before 1848 and extensively restored in 2004.

In one of the lane is a shop selling coffins. This shop, hide in a quite corner, is closely links to our family. This is the shop that supplied the coffins of my parents (2003 and 2008) and provides the necessary back up services of funeral services.

Stroll through time at Carpenter Street : http://www.theborneopost.com/2014/07/13/stroll-through-time-at-carpenter-street/


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View of Kuching State Legislative Assembly Building over the old shop houses of Carpenter street.
29-7-2014 TUE 7:44AM View of  Legislative Assembly Building over old shop houses.


The new Sarawak State Legislative Assembly Building view over the rooftop of low rise shop houses of Carpenter Street. In between and out of view in above photo is the Sarawak River.  It was this location my grandfather landed Borneo 100 years ago escaping hunger from China.

100 years ago this location was the busiest spot in Borneo. Today when Kuching expanded into a modern city, this part of old town calm down to a laid back corner almost forgotten.

But tourists insisted of coming to see this Old Kuching. What they see in the morning activities are people simply relaxes and chills out. No more the days of Kuli (laborers).

This is a heritage street to walk around with remaining things of the pass interesting to see.

Interesting to see is also the strong survivor spirit of nature through these young trees (see above image) growing over the hundred year concrete shop roof.  They will keep on growing and growing till the occupants feel threaten and cut them down.



29-7-2013 TUE 8:21AM A man just came out from a Worshiping Items Shops (神料店) with two beg full of Joss paper and Hell Money (see above image). The Hong San Si Temple is just 50 meters away at the end of the shop lot.

There are a couple of Worshiping Items Shops (神料店) remain along Carpenter Street. Those days had more of these shops.

Worshiping Items Shops are Taoist shops selling Chinese worshiping articles such as mini altars, joss sticks, idols of Taoist deities, Taoist images, urns, "hell money" for the departed.

Traditional China burn Hell money and paper models of luxury items  when paying respect at the graves of their ancestors.

Many traditional Chinese burn Hell money as a sacrificial rite to honor deceased relatives, but economic development has brought more unusual tokens of gifts for the after-life such as motor-cycle and  sedan car (see image above)

For those uncultured Chinese who did not receive good education, they believe when a person die, his spirits (ghosts) go to an afterlife to continue live on. In this Hell, they do the same sort of things like we did on earth, eating, drinking, playing, have wives and almost any other material things one could think off.

For the deceased wealthy men, in Hell they would also have several wives and mistress and maid servants.

In order to ensure that they have lots of good things in the afterlife, their relatives send them presents, and Hell Notes (Hell money) to spend in the afterworld. In addition to Money there are also elaborately and multi-colored paper watches, paper clothes, paper cars, and even refrigerators.

These material items all made of paper for the purpose of burning in the belief that doing so sends their essence to the afterlife world, where the recipient will be glad to receive such material goods.

Taoism is not Buddhism which often confused by some Chinese themselves. Taoist is Chinese traditional origin while Buddhism is a religion from India. The 3 temples along Carpenter Streets are Taoist Temples not Buddhist Temples as often wrongly introduced by some tourist’s promoters.

In those days, being a Christian, I avoid direct contact with these shops. But today I view such shops with a completely different perspective, this is a piece of precious extincting ancient Chinese tradition ………. It is something my grandchildren with have no more a change to see.

These are a traditional of things and practice phasing out within the Chinese society within this century.  Thought some young generations will still carry on the "practice" for many decades to come, but the new generations are merely doing for fun, for “unique lifestyle”, for “presentation in FACEBOOK”, to show off to their non-Chinese peer groups that they are “Chinese Authentic” for superior reasons.

But their old generations of parents and grand parents were doing these for genuine divine worshipping purposes.








Ernest Zacharevic’s Street Arts in Kuching
29-7-2014 TUE 12:49PM   I came to Tower Market (formerly Open Market) for a bowl of noodle for lunch.  And opposite the market is Electra House where Ernest Zacharevic left behind 2 master pieces on the nearby old wall.

An interactive street art lively interact with street art lover.  A young lady came and offers this young Orang Utan a can of Soya bean drink. What a cute and lovely scene in Kuching daily life.

Street Artist Ernest Zacharevic came to Kuching just 3 months ago for a week invited by a developer to introduce street arts to the citizens of Kuching.

On this piece of heritage old wall of Kuching, this talented painter brought his interactive street art with this new piece showing a bunch of Orang-utan chilling on a wheelbarrow and waiting for the occasional passer-by to give them a push.

While another naughty Orang-utan stray away and climb up to the near by water pipe waiting for someone to give some food.  A young lady came and offers this young Orang Utan a can of Soya bean drink. What a cute and lovely scene in Kuching daily life. (see photos above)
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Ernest Zacharevic’s Murals in Penang

Here are some download from Internet (above images).

“Young Cyclist” with Ernest Zacharevic himself the artist
“Little Children on a Bicycle” with adult young in heart
“Bun Seller”
“Graping from Bun Bicycle”
“Happy Brother and Sister on Swing”



Ernest Zacharevic made a scene on the streets of George Town, Penang in 2012 when he was invited to the project "Mirrors George Town" as part of George Town Festival 2012.

His artistic presentation comes in the form of beautifully murals (Wall paintings) at streets in the inner George Town.

Ernest Zacharevic's murals in George Town include figure drawings and portraitures that celebrate the exuberance of life in the inner city. They include (see above image):
"Boy on a Bike",
"Little Children on a Bicycle"

"Little Boy with Pet Dinosaur".

Ernest Zacharevic came from The Republic of Lithuania. His murals in old street of Penang make Penang filled with artistic atmosphere. Now he is bringing the same talent to fill old streets of Kuching also with artistic atmosphere.

Ernest Zacharevic’s FACEBOOK :
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印度街India Street 


Masjid Bandar Kuching 
 30-7-2014 WED 6:27AM

This 80 meters narrow lane in India Street (image left) will soon become history and replaced with a reconstructed wider lane.

This is Indian Mosque Lane “Lorong Sempit” of India Street.

This narrow lane connects two streets Indian Street and Gambier Road and served as a short cut in between for shoppers and worshippers otherwise their alternative is a long walk to the other side.




In the middle of the lane where there is a bright area with blue transparent roofing (see above photo) is the location of the Indian Mosque (Masjid India or Masjid Bandar Kuching).  Soon this old wooden Indian Mosque originally built in 1834 will be preserved as Kuching heritage site and the devotees will shift their location of prayers to a new mosque which will soon build beside it.

On the others side of this lane is Gambier Road, as morning grows, this street will turn to a world of aromatic spices and striking colors. 

This lane is always crowded with passing by and the area is busier then Carpenter Street.

But today when I came to see how Kuching looks like in the morning light, there is not a single person except me.  Me alone quietly push open the old wooden entrance door and step over the cements door steps. Me alone silently walked pass the cool narrow lane toward the bright light of the mosque and peek through the Mosque door gazing at the tranquil prayer hall (image above)

Me alone in early morning light with this oldest mosque in Kuching. This is quite a moment to remember in one's life.

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Kai Joo Lane of India Street

30-7-2014 WED 6:30AM  From India Street I entered Kai Joo Lane and spend quit some time here as never before. Those days few people like me stay away from here. But that was 40 years ago. This morning the lane is quite with a few people passing by. Most shops are closed. The few opened are coffee shops and bakery shops including an Indian coffee shop selling Rodi Chanai where a Muslim Mula sits in the open street for cool fresh morning air (see photo above)


The two rows of 30 over shops along the 150 meters Kai Joo Lane were built by Teochew businessman Teo Kai Joo (1870-1924) in 1923.  (He built the shops in 1923, he passed away in 1924 in China when he went back for a visit. That means he never lived to see business growth of his shops).


While Lorong Simpit is the short cut from India Street to Indian Mosque at Gambia Street, Kai Joo Lane is the short cut from India Street to the Central Police Station at Jalan Khoo Hun Yeang

It was in the 1970s to early 1980s there was a fire at the shop houses in the evening and I was watching from behind of Electra House.  The shop houses in fire were between Kai Joo Land and Ban Hock Lane. 


I seldom pass this lane as it is out of my routine route. But occasionally, like once in a year, I would deliberately walked this lane for curiosity. 
What stimulated my curiosity in the 1970s were the couple of coffins shops at Kai Choo Lane. I would walk as slow as I could to see how the makers making the huge Chinese traditional wood coffins. And a couple ready made at display at the shop front. These heavy black wooden cases are scary items to look at. Even at this age of 61 when I am near to the time to select one for my self, I will never allow my remain to RIP in such a horrible box. Yet this design has been used by Chinese tradition for thousand of years.


Kai Joo Lane’s nick names in the pass are “Coffin Lane” and “Opium Lane”.
Before the WW2 the Opium Houses were concentrated here.
After the war when opium was restricted, Opium duns moved out. Coffin Makers gradually moved in to start their business.
By end of last century, again all coffin making shops moved out from this narrow lane to batter locations. 

Those old days scenes of Chinese coffins and coffins makers were all long faded into memories.

Kuching is fast changing, fast developing, and fast beautifying herself.

Today, the lane is a known location for pineapple tards and cha siu buns made by a couple of bakery here.  Tourists came specifically for tea break at the couple of coffee shops.  And one day an order for 10 tubs of pineapple tarts received from the Prime Minister’s office……… read the full story below:





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Jalan Khoo Hun Yeang

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Gurdwara Sahib (Sikh Temple)  Kuching

30-7-2014  WED 6:55AM  The 6 Golden Domes of Sikh Temple in morning light.

Flock of  pigeons in front the Sikh Temple. I  love to watch them (and feed them) but some one has already done feeding at this early hour. White color pigeon is chosen as symbol of peace and this multi-colored pigeon is a symbol of peace among multi-colored.

40 years ago I was quite familiar with this area because I walked through almost every Saturday afternoon to the Red Cross Headquarter 200 meters further up. I was an active member.  But, though a temple was there, I never aware in those day any place of worship at that location. 

When ever I walked pass my attention was focus on a 2 story white concrete + black bilian big colonial house somewhere behind the Sikh Temple. That old colonial house was divides in several rooms and rented to several Chinese families with many children. It was always full of house hold activities such as mother or daughters hanging up wet clothes for drying on the cloth lines in the front yards, children hanging around with bicycles. That colonial house might not be there any more today.

Sikh is a minority group in Kuching as else where in East Malaysia.  Being less in number, most people have never a change in association with a Sikh in daily life. 

But in Kota Kinabalu,  I had a Sikh neighbors living just a few houses across the road in Luyang, Kota Kinabalu in the 1975-1977. This Sikh family has pretty young daughters my age group………………….

……………………………. I must write down memories of  those days in Kota Kinabalu before I forget.
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Masjid Lama (Old Mosque)

Masjid Lama (Old Mosque) was formerly the State Mosque of Sarawak before taken over by the present new State Mosque across the river at Petra Jaya.

This mosque was completed in the year 1968 when I was in Form 2.
1970 when I was in Form 4, Zahara brought a few classmates and I visited this still newly shinning mosque.

Zahara was one of the two Muslims students in my class Form 4 and 5.  The only two Muslim students in the whole school.  And also the very first time when the school administration started to enroll Muslim students in 1970.

I remember it was Hari Raya. The group of us took a sumpan (today they call River Taxi) across the river to one of the Kampung where Zahara’s house was. It was very joyful. (Off cause, we were all jokers then).  Zahara’s house was a wooden stilted house short distance from the river. We took group photographs in front her house.

 Someone suggested to Zahara to see the new mosque (perhaps it was me, because I was the only hyperactive in the class.).


In that year of 1970 when Sarawak was still laid back in architectures, a modern mosque like Masjid Lama was quite a pride for the Kuching forks like me. The building and completion of this big mosque was big news those days.  It was the state mosque of whole of Sarawak, with modern and splendid structures no other buildings yet to rival. Its golden domes were inspiration we can see only from other mosques through films and magazines.
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Jinnah Building


St. Thomas Cathedral Kuching


They said that I LIVED ON TREES. 

Not a joke but a common idea of many people those days in West Malaysia on this part of Malaysia where I came from.

I studied my secondary school between 1966 to 1971 at Kuching High School. I left Kuching Town in 1972 to work in Sabah.

Kuching was not a city then and was quiet with little development. Many West Malaysia did not know much about Kuching and Eastern part of Malaysia. Their history lessens did not cover much about Borneo Island as our history books covered in Sarawak schools. One primary school principal I met in West Malaysia in 1980s has some idea where I came from …… he said its a place where “people still live on trees”.  I made no attempt to clarify him because as late as in the 1980s Kuching was still too mystical and magical place and had no qualification to be used to compare with their modern Kuala Lumpur City.

How Kuching looked like during my school days?

Brian Houldershaw kept some valuable snap shoots in the 1964. Following are selected some. These are the old streets I walked on. Thanks, Brian!


Photographs by Brian Houldershaw in 1964

1 Topo Troop in Kuching. Photographer Brian Houldershaw : http://albiefield.co.uk/Sarawak/60sphotos/Kuching/index.htm








Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Government quarters in Simanggang

Between 1962 to 1964 I lived in a government quarter in Simanggang. My father was a clerk in the treasury department.



The piece of land that used to be civil servant government quarters today has been turned into a new town expansion of about 400 shop houses.

The quarters have historical values as it was built during the British colony rule.

In 1960, the United Nation Charter required all Western powers to give up their oversea possessions and Sarawak is no exception.

Malaya obtained its independence from the British in 1957.

The three Borneo territories, 1) colonies of Sarawak and 2) North Borneo and the 3) British protectorate state of Brunei were asked to form political parties to get ready for independence.

But the head of the sole political party in Brunei was Sheik A.M Azahari who opposed the formation of Malaysia.

He was pro-Indonesia and wanted the three Borneo territories to be part of Indonesia.

The rebellion spilled over to the neighbouring  Limbang, Lawas and Bekenu.

SheikAzahari command little support from the local population and his poorly armed rebels were quickly defeated by the British troops.

"I saw Father Christmas coming down from the sky"




"I saw Father Christmas coming down from the sky" if I said this to you, I know you will not believe me. I never told this to my parents either. Not even to any friends. They may think I am  boastful.

Father Christmas appear only to those children of good standing, and children of good standing never tell lies. I do not tell lie, that is why I saw Father Christmas : "I truly saw Father Christmas coming down from the sky!"


That day must be the Christmas month, as I walked passed the town Cinema I heard loud spinning sound on top of the hill beside the cinema. Blocked by the big rain trees on the hills, I could not see what but I know it was a helicopter. I rushed up the long and high concrete steps leading up to the hills where the Club House was, there were already many adults and children's in the front yard all looking up toward sky on the right hand side of the Club. And there "Look !" He is the Father Christmas gently sliding down a rope hanging down from the helicopter to the grass lawn beside the club.

I previously have see Father Christmas on picture, but today I meet him the first time. Yes! He is Father Christmas I know, and he came down from the sky I saw.

Or to be more precise : "I saw Father Christmas coming down the rope from a helicopter above the club House." For a child age like me at that day, the helicopter is no significant at all. Its the Father Christmas that matter all about.

Who are these nicely dressed adults and children? and why a Father Christmas came down to them at that day?

It was back 50 years ago between 1962-1963 during British era. That Club House on the hills was established by the British administrators for the recreation of Government officers. These adults were high ranking officers and their children having a Christmas Party. An annual events of the Government officers. My father worked for the British Government, but he was only a clerk with no rank high enough to be invited for such a Classy event. So I would not one of those officially invited children to the Christmas Party on the hill.

But no one stop me jointing them to welcome Father Christmas as I ran as quickly as I could up the hilly steps to the garden in time to meet him coming down from the sky.

Father Christmas, yes every can recognize, in red rope, white bead. One hand hold his red gift beg with another hand holding the rope, he slide all the way down gently. But to keep the excitement of the children, he would, for a couple of times pulse for a while in the mid air and wave and greet the excited forks down below. And the children and adult on ground would cheer to the Father Christmas up there.

Finally he was down on the ground, children surrounded him and walked him into the club building. And inside were well arranged chairs, table-cloths covered tables with foods and drinks. And there should be a green green Christmas tree some where at the corner. It was a day party setting.

I peer through the windows to see these happy families members celebrate their annual event. Wondering outside the club for a while before  returning home.

I never told any things about this event to my parents  that day and never ever since. Never I talked about this happening to friends either. No one like to believe me I thought.

But I was not the only one who saw. Right there at the club house were 20 over children my age group.

By and by such childhood happening gradually fad out of mind...... but as one aged to 60 years old like me to suddenly realized such precious childhood memories actually never faded out but reappeared clearer and clearer to present days.

Big house on the hill - The Simanggang Recreation Club


Simanggang Recreation Club

There was a tranquil place in Simanggang where I went for hide away during childhood.

One day, the afternoon class session ended earlier then usual. Unwilling to return home earlier because it mean extra house works for me, I decide to make a detour and made an exploration of the big house on the hill.

It’s a big wooden house with several big trees surround.  This mysterious house was the biggest house I knew in the town. (Not counting those shop building and Government buildings)

The red hot afternoon sun was pointing at the right side of the house making this side of the house extremely hot. But at the left side of the house (facing away from the sun) was in the shadow. With the couple of big shady trees adding extra protection from the sun, this corner of this big tall wooden house was such a cool and quiet environment.

I sat on the cement pathway for a long long time. No one around. Cool breeze swept my face. No busy noises like those in the classroom, No nagging from the mother. Only I hear the sweet singing of birds on the trees……….

……….such was the most tranquil place, a secret place I discover.  I came back a couple of time since then before I left Simanggane for good in 1964.

Photo above : This was the 'Big House on the Hill' once upon a time I would come alone to hide away for some moments of quiet tranquility.

Photo source : http://limasen-lbucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/simanggang-recreation-club.html


This above aerial view of the club house I am very sure was taken from an army helicopter. Because in 1962 it was at the very similar aerial angle that an army helicopter send down a "Father Christmas" to entertain a group of children waiting down below.


Today when Christmas days arrive, children meet Father Christmas in Shopping malls, shacking hand with Father Christmas in the churches. But once upon a time, I and the small group of children one day had a unique experience of meeting Father Christmas that today the children never ever have ..... I met Father Christmas coming down from the sky waving at us...


Here is my story : "I saw Father Christmas coming down from the sky"


Monday, July 28, 2014

That old old tree of Fort Alice

There is this old old tree of Fore Alice I used to look upon when ever I walk pass Fort Alice during those days in Simanggang 50 years ago

That old old tree as view from hill top of Fort Alice in 2008 and in 2013

Saturday, July 26, 2014

PEKAKA 1956 Batu Lintang Government Flat



PEKAKA 1956
Batu Lintang Government Flat
29 November 2005 TUE 12:29PM


This is the recent 2005 images of the house I grew up between 1956 to 1959 (?). I was not yet schooling then.


These are recent photos of the flat where I grew up, 1956 to 1959.  Our apartment is the ground floor at the left of the photo. I was the first and only child when first moved in. By the time we moved out to another quarter near by 2 brothers had been born in this flat.

My mother was born and grew up in Papar Town, Sabah.  She often relate herself as a daughter of a landlord  in her home town.

Before my father found a government clerk job in Kuching, he was a bank clerk in Jesselton (today Kota Kinabalu).

 Being a bank clerk was what tipped the scales to persuade my mother to marry him. But being a wife of a government clerk living in a prison like flat was what became her life long regret of marrying to my father.

She always hoped to have a domestic farm land where we could grow our food, but we live in government quarters.


I think my father knew that, but he was confident of his self and made not concern of my mother’s desire for own property of land and house. At the end my mother uses her own hard earned money to purchase a house in 1972 at Kenyalang Park thus ended decades long of living in quarters belong to the government.

1956 - that was only 10 years after WWII.

After we moved out of this flat in 1959, we still stay in the same Batu Lintang quarter area a couple of decades. But I never came back to this flat for a look ever since until one day in 2005.

I am glade I came back that day in 2005 for a short look after gone for decades……..this flat was demolished after the 2005 visit.

The Old Streets of Kuching Town

The Old Streets of Kuching Town


What today the tourist department dedicated as Heritage Walks is actually my daily routine school route during secondary school days in the 1960-1970.

I was studying at Kuching High School 1966 to 1971. This period covered entire span of secondary school. I lived in Bata Lintang Government Quarter because my late father was a government clerk in the Information Department at that time.

Every school day I would take the No 8 Chin Lain Loong Bus from Rock Road and get down in front the General Post Office from where I would walk a distant to Kuching High School. After school, I would then walk all the way from school to bus terminal at Open Air Market and take No: 8 bus back to Batu Lintang again.

I was in no way realize during then such route to and from bus stop and bus terminal would one day became tourist heritage walk to see the history of old Kuching. St. Thomas Church, Carpenter Street, The old court HouseIndia Street, Open Air Market, these oldest streets and old buildings are now what tourism classified as historical sites of Kuching.

The Hakka community I came from was then mainly an agriculture farming community that very much secluded from the main commercial business life of the town center.  It was this every day school routes that I came into contact and got familiar with the town forks.

After school, I left Kuching and have not been living in Kuching for decades, much has changed so much so that each time I return to Kuching recent years I could not recognized this "City" that once was my "Town". I lost direction most of the times driving in Kuching last year.

But fortunately the old part of Kuching Town remains familiar to me. Thank to Government's effort to preserve this old part as heritage and for tourism.  The school routes I took during those school days 40 over years ago still bring me back so much memories of those days, be it happiness or sorrow, achievement or failure. My "town" is been preserved by the Government and community as having historical value, what else can I feel proud of.

2005 I brought my whole family of two children (today still the same two) to Kuching for a family visit. In that trip, thinking that I would not come to Kuching often because I just could not afford the air fare, I specifically brought the whole family for a "Heritage Walk" of my school route and those photos snap shots became so valuable today.

(2006 Fernando changed the situation by ensuring "Now Every One Can Fly" with his AirAsia. I can came back to Kuching often since then. Thanks! Fernando.)


Here are some snap shots during 2005, 2008 to 2014 and some achieve images downloaded from Internet.



Days of the noisy Chinese Clogs


Making traditional Chinese clogs by now is a dead craft. Sadly, not because it is difficult to find these type of clogs in Kuching now, that the Kuching Chinese today do not even know that clogs was part of every day Kuching life just 40 years ago.

The Hakka call it "Kiak". In the 60s & 70sThere was always a pair by our bathroom door. The whole family share one pair (because only 1 person can enter the toilet or bathroom one at a time). Our toilet and bathroom was always wet and wearing "Kiak" was best solution for wooden Kiak is not slippery as rubber slipper and the high sole always keep both feet above water.

There are different make for male and female. Women wear the "waisted clogs" while men wear the clogs without the waist.

I watch the craft man make clogs in the 1960s-70s.   There was one (or two) clog making shop beside Tabuan Road opposite my school.  After school I would walked from Tabuan Road to bus terminal to take a bus home. Several times I stopped in front the clog shop to watch how a clog was made.

The maker sat on a stool and in front of him was a trunk of wood served as work bench. The block of semi-soft wood would be chopped into shape of a "Kiat" by a small axe. Small hand saw was also use to cut the under groove. The clog top was rubber width less then 3 inches. Nailed to the side with small nail with a lining of hard rubber cut from old bicycle tire.

I never like these Chinese clogs for its irritating noise and dirty. Reputable Chinese in Kuching do not wear clog. This clog is a symbol of those low-cultured Chinese in those days. The characteristic of low-cultured Chinese are viewed from down and up :  on down is the dirty and noisy clogs, on top are the dirty and noisy mouths.  Dirty and noisy mouth because the oldern traditional Chinese like to spit and say filthy words. They like to spit right in front of you, on to the ground, so that some one can step on it. And mouth filled with dirty words nouns of man and women private body parts. Such was the ugly side of traditional old Chinese that the young generation tried to image-laundry themselves by imitating "Western Modernization". "Western Modernization" was none other then Wearing proper attire  (not the singlet and noisy clog in the public), speak like a gentleman (never a filthy words such as male or female private body part.)

In 1970s there were still sound of the noisy clog, but by 1980s it was fast disappeared from sight and sound.

I am glad today, as I brought my 2 children for this heritage walk, gone were those dirty and noisy "Kiak". And gone as fast as the clogs were also those dirty mouths with spits and filthy words.

As traditional Chinese modernized into the 21st century so as their ugly-image of last century also laundryed clean.
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Central Prison and High School

Opposite the high school is the old Kuching Central Prison. The prison has a great impact on my life that after 1971 I pursue a lifelong as freedom and space seeker. No that I went into Kuching Central Prison and released in 1971 but that I was a high school student and graduated in 1971.

For 6 years I look upon the prison on the hill opposite. That concrete and secluded building inspired and motivated me to value my precious life. It reminding me that I also have a cell inside there if I do not live lawfully and  righteously.

I never enter this prison since 1971 until one day in 2013...... I broke the law that morning.

I crawled under the fencing beside Jalan Tabuan and squeezed myself into the prison compound and stood right in the cells where the authority once locked uncountable numbers of prisoners......

But these cells have no more steel bars and concrete walls around me. Only the barely remain cement floor remind me that this is really the location of that old old prison that I have been look up from across the road for many years during my high school years.

The prison has been demolished in the name of development. Gone is another historical heritage of Sarawak.

Demolition of Kuching Central Prison : http://www.thestar.com.my/Story/?file

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The Nigh Soil Buckets of Kuching

There are some distasteful things that the older generation once lived in the old Kuching tries not to bring out while the young generation completely ignores about.  One of those is “Night Soil Buckets”

It was 1980s when economy improve, that the Kuching Town started to improve with modern facilities. Only then the old town fork began to enjoy the modern hygienic “Septic Tank System” in every day life.  Before that the old Kuching have to put up with the primitive toilet facility the “Night Soil Buckets”


“Night Soil Buckets” are individual septic disposal or sewage treatment facilities used in the "Bucket Toilet". Buckets that users deposit their filthy shits. There is no other filthy word you can insult your enemy then calling him “You night soil bucket!”

"Bucket Latrines" is a manual toilet that rely a human to remove the every day human excrement. This is different from our today "Flash Toilet" that conveniently uses water pressure to flush away. (Toilet is a small room for passing motion, every one know that).

In these old shop houses of old Kuching, the bucket latrines were located next to the bathroom. User squat on the cement platform with a hole under which a “Night Soil Bucket” is placed. The bucket is portable in and out of a rectangular hole to the outside building from the back of the toilet.  The rectangular hole with a metallic flap functioned like today pet doors of modern house.

Each morning, a “Night Soil Collector” will come to flip open the metallic flap at the back of the bucket latrines and pull the full bucket of filthy shits out and insert another empty bucket.


The Kuching Town Board is very efficient and their Night Soil Collectors are very puncture. Every family knows the timing and avoids using the latrines at the time till after the Night Soil Man has done his routine in replacing with an empty bucket.


In 1980s, this century-old night-soil bucket system was phased out from the old streets of Kuching and replaced with the modern sanitation flash system. Today, when Kuching High School students walk their way up from Tabuan Road to school, none of them ever know the scenario (and the smell) of the same street 40 years ago when I also walk to the same school.

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United Nation’s statistic
Of the world’s seven billion people, six billion have mobile phones. However, only 4.5 billion have access to toilets or latrines – meaning that 2.5 billion people, mostly in rural areas, do not have proper sanitation. In addition, 1.1 billion people still defecate in the open. The countries where open defecation is most widely practiced are the same countries with the highest numbers of under-five child deaths, high levels of under-nutrition and poverty, and large wealth disparities.
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Night soil - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia : https://www.google.com.my/search?q=night+soil+bucket+in+kuching&oq=night+soil+bucket+in+kuching&aqs=chrome..69i57.7411j0j1&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8


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General Post Office of Kuching

This above is a rear view of the General Post Office of Kuching taken in 2008.

Being a historical building,  there are abundant photos of this building in books, news media and internet. But all are taken at close-up partially of the building. Or either from the Southern end or from Northern End.  But no full view of the whole building  from the the very right front.  Non existing images can impress the viewer with a majestic fully front view of this history heritage.

Why even the authority unable to chronicle this majestic building with images of a full and front view? 

Its the limitation from streets again.

Those been to the location knows well that across that narrow street are tall buildings. And that no camera lens can capture the complete full view at a narrow distance.  The grandness of this architecture has never being able to express in a real photograph except in architecture drawings.



But there was one morning in 2008 I happen to passed by and amazed with what  discovered in front me was such a never seen before complete full view of  this colonial building. Grandness of an impressive building appearance enough to inspire many young local students to pursuit a career to be future architects to improve the appearance of  Kuching future outlook and skyline.

That old shop lot in front the post office has been demolished. And for the first time in a century of the Kuching history one can view fully not only from the aside but the very front of Kuching General Post Office.

The grand front view of a long building  uniquely unveil  for a moment in history before another new building veil it again.

Kuching General Post Office was built in 1931 during the reign of Rajah Charles Vyner. An imposing neo-classical style building with impressive Corinthian columns.  The building has ornate façade with semi-circular arches, ornamental columns capitals and friezes. A colonnaded portico serves as a corridor in front of the building.







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Stroll through time at Carpenter Street
by Lian Cheng, reporters@theborneopost.com. Posted on July 13, 2014, Sunday


Read more: http://www.theborneopost.com/2014/07/13/stroll-through-time-at-carpenter-street/#ixzz37Ukyz3DS

Friday, July 25, 2014

Those days in No: 66 Batu Lintang

A classmate of mine has a new camera and gave his old camera to me. It's a simple pin hole type Kodak camera.  That first camera sparked off my life long hobby of snap shooting on life around me. The first few rows of films began in snap shots on my brothers and sisters. Here they are :


Batu Lintang Government Quarter

66, Batu Lintang
7 August 1967

Wong Fook Vui happily playing with a broom. Looking from up stair are Wong Fook Shen (Left) and Wong Siew Don (Right).  The mother Liew Shun Tshing (Upper left corner) watch over the veranda.


Two sisters.  Wong Siew Lin (Left) Wong Siew Don (Right).  Mother, Liew Shun Tshing,  collecting dried clothing.




The youngest brother Wong Fook Vui. He was born in this house.

The red bean tree of Quarter No: 117


悲傷是- 50年前木房老家早已不復存在。
幸福是- 童年樹陰下嬉戲那棵大樹仍高站在那裡。
悲傷是- 大樹已經被另一棵陌生樹緊緊勒綁。
絕望是- 無奈我沒辦法拯救這棵童年大樹。







2005 - View of the Adenanthera pavonina 海红豆 tree from East. Behind the tree across the road were the last few remain of junior staff quarters which were also demolished in couple of years after this photo taken.  The Adenanthera pavonina 海红豆 tree was laden with many red seeds as can be seen from above photo. On the right side of the tree were branches of leave with light color from the strangler tree. I had no idea that this insignificant stranfler tree in a few years time completely took over the wholeAdenanthera pavonina 海g豆 tree.

2012 - View of the Adenanthera pavonina 海红豆 tree from West. Behind the tree is the QUALITY PERSONNEL EFFICIENT SERVICE DEPARTMENT.  The tree looks huge but it is no more the original Adenanthera pavonina 海红豆 but the strangler tree which has taken over. What a shock to see such ending situation to a tree I used to play under 50 years ago.
The only big tree left in the surround area (there are a couple of trees behind but are small trees). This old tall tree must have been an island of survival for many little creatures that need a green environment to survive on such as this Pristidia longistila I found on a low branch of the Adenanthera pavonina 海红豆tree.



Pretty little spider. It enters into our family spider catalogue. Here is a page of him:  http://wongchunxing.com/Spider/2-NO_WEBS/Family_Clubionidae/Genus__Pristidia/Pristidia_longistila.htm


2014 - I came to Kuching for a few days for a nephew’s wedding.  The first afternoon in Kuching, my brother, my son and me three of us came to Batu Lintang to see our childhood homeland under present development. Three of us came to this tall tree again. 

Sorry to see the tree in such a stage of …………………………………….. will write about later. For the time being, to chee the hearts up, we found living spiders under the tree.  5 differents species of spiders in less then half an hour…..

With the one found two years ago, here are the list of  all the 6 spiders :







Location of Quarter No: 117
Batu Lintang Government Quarter
Lorong Batu Lintang 6
29 November 2005 TUE 10:57AM





13-7-2014 I browse the satellite map of Batu Lintang from Google Map (image above).  Google has updated Batu Lintang image captured by satellite perhaps less then 1 year ago. The big tree can be seen clearly from the outer space.  New construction site offices are built opposite the big tree (bright and shining in above Google Map) and ground work has started at the right hand side.

My father came from Jesselton in 1952 to Kuching. He has no house in Kuching but being a government clerk he was allocated to stay in government quarters in Batu Lintang. So me and all my young brothers and sisters grew up in Batu Lintang 1960 to 1972 on and off for 10 years.

Quarter No: 117  was where we lived in 1960-1961.  I went to Primary 1 in 1961 at the near by St Paul Primary School.  I was the eldest. Christopher was born in this house. (Delivery in hospital). The last 3 children in the family were not yet born.

Quarter No: 117 was the first house at the junction. At the corner of the junction is this Pristidia longistila tree planted by previous occupant. Who was this previous house occupant I never know, but he done a good deed by leaving behind a tree standing tall till today….. or at least till 2005 when I return after 40 years.  2012 I cam back again.

Excited to see a gigantic tree at a distant but when come near sorrowful to see that is no more that  Pristidia longistila tree itself.    Pristidia is no more on its own but swallowed and processed by a strangler tree.

Quarter No: 117  and the quarters on the same plot of land were long demolished and the location is the present Fire Department compound.

But opposite 117  the other plot of land have 4 or 5 worn down quarters still remain and occupied in 2005. There was one nearest to the main Batu Lintang main road not occupied.  That unoccupied house no: 115 most probable the one that had left me with some good memories of Christmas joy……. In 1960 or 1961 the young man from that quarter cam to talk to my parent that their hose has a Christmas party for children and asked to allow me to participate too. My parent glade fully dressed me up and send me to joint other children party that afternoon and that photo taken that event is now one the very few document of my childhood in Batu Lintang.


This is Quarter 115 photo taken in 2005 (above image)  Our quarter 117 also the exact same design. All the quarters are the same structure design. These 4 or 5 remaining quarters were the last remaining quarters in 2005. After that year all were demolished and thus these government belian wooden staff quarter built during colonial time went into history.
It was probably in this house 115  where these children gathered for Christmas party in 1960.(photo below). I was the one wearing black short pant in the photo.
I have not ideal what their names and where every one are now but hope by coincident every one happen to meet up again for the last time to chitchat about life in Batu Lintang that already went into history before we our selves went into history.