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Ignorance may be a misfortune, albeit a voluntary one, but vandals are a curse on the land no matter who they are or whatever their name. By their words and by their deeds they have blotted our landscape and despoiled our land, and now on a pile of rubble they are standing triumphant on the remains of what used to be a row of fine shop houses in Kedai Payang.

Read more at: Kecek-Kecek – Earth-Trembling Barbarism

One after another, modernism ‘triumph’ against heritage, in the land of Trengganu.

Soulless buildings become more an outpost of decadence and corruption (mind and wealth) — and we weep.

Terengganu: From “Where Nature Embraces Heritage” to “The Government Embarrasses Nature and Heritage”

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Terengganu’s Heritage Demolition Department at work — destroying 100-year-old building:

Masjid Raja Chendering — Gone.

Masjid Raja Chendering

“I am not aware of the history behind Masjid Raja.”

— Datuk Shaikh Harun Shaikh Ismail, Terengganu State Religious Affairs Department Commissioner.

[Link: Kecek-Kecek – Heritage Is Just Some Dead Wood]

Masjid Raja Bukit Besar — Gone.

Masjid Raja Bukit Besar

Masjid Raja Bukit Besar

Another mosque bites the dust under orders from Terengganu’s Heritage Demolition Department; a tree weeps in grief; and the wind sweeps away another piece of history.

[Link: Kecek-Kecek – Old Mosque Bites the Dust II]

Kedai Payang, Jalan Bandar & Jalan Banggol — In progress.

Kedai Payang

I heard in disbelief recently when the present Menteri Besar of Terengganu say – with some exasperation – to a bemused audience in London’s Malaysia Hall that their toughest task is to change the minda of the people. It’s kinda cute isn’t it that people who seem to be the least possessed of such minda are now ruining and burning our cities in Malaysia with the kitsch of their desires and telling us without the slightest hint of irony that they – they – are the saviours of our soul. And what is minda for them if not money?

The curse of Terengganu is that it has too much money and too little people. No, it is not underpopulated, but the people who govern us are dwarves, little people with big delusions of grandeur.

They have already destroyed most of our heritage; they have razed down Kampung Datuk Amar to build an ersatz Ottoman market, and they have pulled down two old mosques that were parts of our glorious history. All in the name of minda, I dare say.

[Link: Kecek-Kecek – Mabuk Kepayang]

Terengganu: From “Where Nature Embraces Heritage” to “The Government Embarrasses Nature and Heritage”!

Link:

  1. Al-Masjid
  2. Warisan Trengganu
  3. Alam Akademik

Growing Up in T(e)rengganu

“Awang Goneng does with words what Lat did with pictures.”
–Dr. Annabel Teh Gallop, Head of the South and Southeast Asia section, British Library, London.

Awang Goneng - Growing up in Trengganu

The book has been my top secret project this year, and even my better half Kak Teh only knew about it when the editing work was nearly done. My regular readers will know that Growing Up has been a regular and eccentric feature in my blog and if numbers are to be believed, the series has gone through many hundred thousand parts. But fear not, it is not coming out in many volumes but in just one small collection with cover design by a talented lady in Ireland, published by a small but reputable (and no doubt talented) publishing house in Singapore, and a cartoon of me on the writer’s bio page was drawn by a talented but no small cartoonist called Lat; and it is even embellished with photographs sent in by readers from as far away as New York and Canada. I am, needless to say, over the moon.

[Source: Kecek-Kecek – On Trengganuspeak and the Spirit of Trengganu]

The blook (book from blog) is what The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy does to AngkaSawan (Epileptic Figures) as what it does to the Ganu(s). Appreciating humour with philosophical elements, knitted with ‘foreign’ dialects (thank you Babel Fish) and immersing in nonchalant culture without the needs of a towel, unless you’re at the beach.

Just what I need now — books and towel — at Pulau Perhentian.

Ciao.