About Me

I have done a lot of things in my life and have also worked in many different jobs to make a living and to experience life. This blog is just some of my musings, sometimes funny, sometimes inspirational, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes simple but all the time, it's just me.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

5 days a week

I hope this article is clear enough to read.

A nice hard-working guy had been dead for 5 days and none of his co-workers noticed it.

The person who discovered it is the cleaner on Saturday.

The article summarizes, "Don't work too hard, nobody notices anyways."

This is what Nil's musings is ...

- Be nice to everyone, including the tea lady and the cleaner. They may be the only one that bother to ask if you are okay.

- Greet people in the morning. It does not take too much effort to say "Good morning."

- Check on your colleagues every now and then and be aware of signs of stress. Everyone gets stressed for one reason or another and some people strive under pressure, but don't ignore the situation.

- If you have your own room in the office, leave the door open every now and then and make people feel that you are approachable. You may be slumped dead on your chair looking out of the windows and door closed and people may think this is normal (because you always do this .... some bosses in my current office actually do).

- Be alert of your colleagues, just because someone comes in early and is last to leave does not mean that you ignore them.

- Take time to cherish and appreciate and be grateful everyday for what you have today, hope and believe in a better tomorrow.

- A lot more to muse but in a gist, don't work too hard, nobody may notice anyways.

Take care and be well.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Encyclopædia Britannica

Remember Encyclopædia Britannica?

Those days, many many years ago, when I was just a little boy, we actually had door to door salesmen for Encyclopædia Britannica.

These books were not cheap, and they sure took up a lot of space.

My dad a long long time ago, when I was just a little boy, still in blue short pants school uniform, got "persuaded" to buy these books.

The books even came with a free gift .... a nice wooden bookshelf to put the books on. It also came with additional books on how things work.

So, there we had it, 30 volumes of thick cloth stitch bound books, sitting in the study room waiting for me to read and become super smart.

I believe we had the earlier batch of the 15th edition and I checked recently, they are still on the 15th edition.

When I was just a little boy, we did not have Internet, nor computers, well not in Malaysia anyways. We also did not have DVD's or video tapes. In Malaysia, even the television was still black and white until the late 70's. I think we went color in 1980. I remember the PM at that time, Tun Hussein Onn, pressing an button and presto, the television was in color.

Anyway, with this day and age, the age of the information superhighway, the web, information at your finger tips and a culture that prefers to see and hear things rather than read things, I wonder how Encyclopædia Britannica is doing nowadays.

I would love to meet the last person that actually bought the cloth bound copies Encyclopædia Britannica in Malaysia .... know anyone who bought these books in 2008 or 2009?

I still enjoy reading but I cannot imagine reading the Encyclopædia print version. Nowadays, any information you need, you Wiki it. Wikepedia, the online encyclopædia may nto be accurate but then again, neither was the print versions.

As time goes by and as I am getting older, no longer the little boy, I am amazed at how far some technology has got to especially in terms of computers.

I am now waiting for such a leap in technology for space travel cause I would love to beam up to Planet X315-KVT or something like that and get "computer" to fix me a wonderful meal.

But until such a day, I will just keep on blogging, wishing, and hoping and ask my mother/father what will I be ... cause the future is not mine to see.

Take care and be well.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Save the Earth - sorry I can't

Earth started about 4.5 billion years ago.

That is 4,500,000,000 years ago - a long long long time ago.

Of this period, "first life" on earth started about 4 billion years ago - first life was some bacteria - not humans yet yah.

First vertebrate land animals existed for about 380 million years ago. SO essentially, more recently in earth's existence.

For example, if earth was 100 years old, vertebrates would be about 8.5 years old.

And then came dinosaurs, who have existed for only 230 million years. In the 100 years life, dinosaurs existed only the last 5 years and died off 1.5 years ago.

Humans, you and me, bloggers, readers, politicians, environmentalists etc. were around only for the last 2 million years.

In the 100 year Earth, humans would have existed only in the last 16 days or so.

2 million years we have existed in this Earth that is 4.5 billions years old.

And here we are, cocky as hell, thinking we can save the earth, save the environment for extinction, pollution etc. It may be a noble act to try to "Save the Earth" like WWF (world wildlife fund) or Greenpeace would like us to do, but unrealistic and somewhat cocky and aloof to think that humans, the babies in the life of earth, can make a difference.

It is good to be clean no matter what, but be realistic, Earth has existed a lot longer than humans have.

And it will continue to exists a lot longer - even after humans have disappeared.

So realistically, I cannot save the earth, and honestly, nor can you.

Just enjoy your life here, be good to others, be nice and just live.

Take care and be well.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Yuppie Emergency Calls

The following article was taken from an associated press report.

Apparently, people not well equipped are carrying a GPS device that can alert rescue teams in case of a emergency or evacuation required especially when in rough terrain.

These devices are now below USD100 to buy and a lot of "idiots" (based on my understanding of the article) buy these and press the emergency button to scramble helicopters and rescuers to their rescue.

Article summarised as follows:
Last month two men and their teenage sons tackled one of the world's most unforgiving summertime hikes: the Grand Canyon's parched and searing Royal Arch Loop. Along with bedrolls and freeze-dried food, the inexperienced backpackers carried a personal locator beacon — just in case.

In the span of three days, the group pushed the panic button three times, mobilizing helicopters for dangerous, lifesaving rescues inside the steep canyon walls.

What was that emergency? The water they had found to quench their thirst "tasted salty."

Technology has made calling for help instantaneous even in the most remote places. Because would-be adventurers can send GPS coordinates to rescuers with the touch of a button, some are exploring terrain they do not have the experience, knowledge or endurance to tackle.

While daring rescues are one result, very often the beacons go off unintentionally when the button is pushed in someones backpack, or they are activated unnecessarily, as in the case of a woman who was frightened by a thunderstorm.

"In the past, people who got in trouble self-rescued; they got on their hands and knees and crawled out," says John Amrhein, the county's emergency coordinator. "We saw the increase in non-emergencies with cell phones: people called saying 'I'm cold and damp. Come get me out.' These take it to another level."

Last year, the beacon for a hiker on the Pacific Crest Trail triggered accidentally in his backpack, sending helicopters scrambling. Recently, a couple from New Bruswick, British Columbia activated their beacon when they climbed a steep trail and could not get back down. A helicopter lowered them 200 feet to secure footing.

In September, a hiker from Placer County was panning for gold in New York Canyon when he became dehydrated and used his rescue beacon to call for help.

With darkness setting in on the same day, Mono County sheriff's deputies asked the National Guard for a high-altitude helicopter and a hoist for a treacherous rescue of two beacon-equipped hikers stranded at Convict Lake. The next day they hiked out on foot.

When eight climbers ran into trouble last winter during a summit attempt of Mt. Hood in Oregon, they called for help after becoming stranded on a glacier in a snowstorm.

"The question is, would they have decided to go on the trip knowing the weather was going bad if they had not been able to take the beacons," asks Rocky Henderson of Portland Mountain Rescue. "We are now entering the Twilight Zone of someone else's intentions."

The Grand Canyon's Royal Arch loop, the National Park Service warns, "has a million ways to get into serious trouble" for those lacking skill and good judgment. One evening the fathers-and-sons team activated their beacon when they ran out of water.

Rescuers, who did not know the nature of the call, could not launch the helicopter until morning. When the rescuers arrived, the group had found a stream and declined help.

That night, they activated the emergency beacon again. This time the Arizona Department of Public Safety helicopter, which has night vision capabilities, launched into emergency mode.

When rescuers found them, the hikers were worried they might become dehydrated because the water they found tasted salty. They declined an evacuation, and the crew left water.

The following morning the group called for help again. This time, according to a park service report, rescuers took them out and cited the leader for "creating a hazardous condition" for the rescue teams.

I think that these idiots should be charge for every rescue attempt to be made that is deemed not an emergency, and be charged a lot - enough that they will be paying for it for their lives and the children will have to continue paying it for their lives as well. Then that would ensure that idiots and wimps with these devices will not press the rescue button for some of the cases cited in the article.

Sheesh. Only in America. No wonder their economy is in such wonderful state. It's the American dream and all of them live in one.

Take care and be well.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Take Two

My 2 years in Miri have passed. I joined the company on Oct 1, 2007.

When I 1st arrived, I remember thinking that I will move from Miri in 2 or 3 years time.

Over the 2 years, I have developed many friendships, met many people, seen many things, open my eyes to different cultures and learned different things.

In these years I have enjoyed many beach walks, many wonderful sunsets and even got a wonderful dog in Al E.

Somehow, our wishes do come true if you really believe in them.

My wish was to go back to Kuala Lumpur or outside of Miri within 2-3 years.

This year, I had a chance to go to The Netherlands for work for 3 months which could have been longer if I wanted.

This year the company also is going through a transition which has allowed me to apply for positions outside of Miri.

So, I hope and pray and therefore I believe and feel that a change is coming. I will be hopefully be moving - likely back to KL.

Family is important, and mine is in KL, my dad is 75 this year and I hope to spend some more time with him. My wife has been a wonderful person by sacrificing herself to manage two households. Al E will surely get used to life in KL.

Life is as such. The say a rolling stone gathers no moss, but then would you rather have a diamond that is mossy and moldy or a bright and shinning diamond like me.

I say a rolling stone polishes itself to reveal the diamond within.

Over the years I have moved quite a bit and the moves have only polished me to become a better person, a bright and shining diamond.

Please pray and hope and believe with me.

Take care and be well.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Harmful Friendship

Over the years I have met many people and made many friends but some friendships developed during childhood as it reaches adulthood becomes harmful. And it is best to break all contact and relationship when a friendship becomes harmful.

And today, I use Wisdom from Thirukural specially dedicated to old harmful friends.

Verse 811
Though unscrupulous men will seem to consume you in friendship, their companionship grows more delightful as it declines.

Verse 812
What does it matter if one gains or loses the friendship of manipulators who gainfully befriend and otherwise forsake?

Verse 813
Prostitutes, thieves and those who make friends to make money are all alike.

Verse 814
Loneliness is far better than friendship with men who are like the untrained horse which throws its rider on the battlefield.

Verse 815
Far better to forfeit than to obtain the friendship of inferior men who stay away when they should stay and help.

Verse 816
The enmity of the wise is ten million times better than the intimate friendship of fools.

Verse 817
An enemy's enmity is 100 million times more worthwhile than the company of companions who always clown around.

Verse 818
If friends feign inability to perform possible tasks, remain silent and gradually give up their friendship.

Good riddance to harmful friendships and a warm bear hug welcome to helpful friends.

Take care and be well.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Eye Candy

Eye Candy is a person or thing that is visually pleasing or superficially attractive and lacking depth of intellect or meaning.

In Malaysia, the budget was presented today, it was eye candy. Yah, slight reduction in income tax rate, slight increase in personal deduction blah blah blah. No substance, eye candy.

1 Malaysia is eye candy, nice slogan and superficially attractive but lacking depth of meaning.

A lot of things are eye candy.

When am I going to get some real candy?

Wishing and hoping and ....

Take care and be well.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Why the silence

Have not posted any blog recently, not because there is nothing to write or I am having writers block.

Mainly because I have been busy. Busy with Dewali and my dad being here, spending as much time as I can with him, spending more time with wifey and doggie, more walks by the beach because I have a 6th sense that there will not be many walks left with Al E by my beach in Miri - the walks will just be in a different place.

I have obviously been busy with the biggest thing happening at work, the big Transition...

And with all these business and lack of sleep and various stresses in life, blogging somehow takes a lower priority.

But I am bursting to write about various things, things like how heartless gangsters tear down people hard worked farms and farm houses, how we need a foreign forensic expert to tell us someone was murdered when 80% of Malaysian already knew it (our CSI maybe needs Grissom), how I am looking forward to moving on in my work life etc etc.

SO, like in the movies, the above is just the thriller of the "coming soon / akan datang".

Take care and be well.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Inner Light

Dewali is a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Jainism.

Adherents of these religions celebrate Diwali as the Festival of Lights. They light diyas—cotton-like string wicks inserted in small clay pots filled with coconut oil—to signify victory of good over the evil within an individual.

So in essence, Dewali is a celebration of the inner light within oneself, the inner peace, the discovery of oneself and thus the discovery of life and meaning of life.

The five day festival of Divali occurs on the new moon between October 13 and November 14. On the Hindu calendar it is centered on the new moon day that ends the month of Ashwin and begins the month of Kartika. The main day of celebration varies regionally.

In Hinduism, across many parts of India and Nepal, it is the homecoming of Rama after a 14-year exile in the forest and his victory over the Ravana. In the legend, the people of Ayodhya (the capital of his kingdom) welcomed Rama by lighting rows (avali) of lamps (dĭpa), thus its name: dīpāwali.
Over time, this word transformed into Divali in Hindi and Dipawali in Nepali, but still retained its original form in South and East Indian Languages.

In Jainism, Divali marks the attainment of nirvana by Mahavira on 15 October, 527 BC. Lord Mahavira, the last of the Jain Tirthankaras, attained Nirvana or Moksha on this day at Pavapuri. Mahavira is responsible for establishing the Dharma followed by Jains even today. According to tradition, the chief disciple of Mahavira, Ganadhara Gautam Swami also attained complete knowledge (Kevalgyana) on this day, thus making Diwali one of the most important Jain festivals. Mahavira attained his nirvana at the dawn of the amavasya (new moon). According to the Kalpasutra by Acharya Bhadrabahu, 3rd century BC, many gods were present there, illuminating the darkness. The following night was pitch black without the light of the gods or the moon.

Divali has been significant in Sikhism since the illumination of the town of Amritsar commemorating the return of Guru Har Gobind Ji (1595-1644), the sixth Guru of Sikhism, who was imprisoned along with 56 other Hindu kings at Fort Gwalior by Emperor Jahangir. After freeing the other prisoners, he went to the Darbar Sahib (Golden Temple) in the holy city of Amritsar, where he was welcomed happily by the people who lit candles and divas to greet the Guru.

When will I trully celebrate Dewali, the celebration of my inner light? Soon, that is my hope and wish.

Take care and be well.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


In every job application, you will be asked in the interview or asked to write down somewhere the reasons for wanting the job or reasons for the application.

The following are 7 truthful answers that will NOT get you the job no matter how truthful they are:

1. Want to give me job, give me lah.

2. I am the sole breadwinner for the family and desperately need to be employed.

3. Show me the money.

4. I've been twiddling my thumbs for six months, time I thought to get a job.

5. I have been performing 6D (datang duduk diam diam dapat duit).

6. I have been so overworked in my previous job that I am now looking for better work life balance (and be a bum).

7. Please please please please please (stop begging for a Scooby snack)

Then again, some of the above could work if you are a top athlete like Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods. But if you are Nil or YAB or Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane, etc ... do not use the reasons above.

Take care and be well.

Sunday, October 11, 2009


I wrote sometime back that I needed a haircut.

Furthermore, my neighbour, the Brunei Sultan paid RM86,918.

I got my haircut today - just slightly cheaper though. Cheaper by about RM86,910.

For those whose maths is horrible, I paid RM8 for a very decent and nice haircut.

I have not paid that little for a haircut in more than 10 years.

Even my dad who is mostly bald gets charged Rm10 to RM13 for his haircut at an Indian barber shop in Kuala Lumpur.

Of course the cut does not include a fancy hair wash, or blow or a lousy massage - but it is a professional haircut and by an experience hair stylist, not a student nor an Indian barber - I have not seen one in Miri.

The only other cheaper haircut I have seen but not dared to do is during Thaipusam in Batu Caves, RM2 or RM3 for a nice clean-shaven head.

This person is also walking distance from my house - not too far from the GK supermarket in Luak Bay. I think the name is Blossom House or Blossom Hair or something like that.

And if you have something to recycle, the small shop next to the saloon is a recycling area where you can send your papers, aluminium etc. I guess you could get enough money if you'd recycle and maybe the haircut will be from your old newspapers.

So, come Monday, go ahead and judge my cheap, but effective and rather good hair cut.

Take care and be well.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Jom pakat (Let's collude)

pakat - to collude, to conspire

baris - line

rakyat - citizens

nasional - national

pakatan rakyat - A collusion or conspiracy of citizens

barisan nasional - a national line - straight line - no two ways about it

I have never like the word pakat. It is a childish word, something I had used when playing police and thief or cowboys and red indians.

"I pakat with you okay. And then we pakat and attack the other people. In the end we win."

I never liked rulers as well - all you could do is draw a straight line.

"Murid-murid dalam barisan sekarang!"
"Baik cikgu!"

So, a barisan gives me an impression of rigidity. Marching cadets, or forming a line to kow tow with someone more superior.

I like the word party or parti in the new Malay language because hey, who does not like a party.

"Come to my house for a party on Saturday night okay."

"Let's go party man, this Saturday night."

So, party is a nice word, I support all parties.

Except political parties - because they are no fun at all, they trick you. They ask you to join the party, but when you do, they are not having a party at all.

Also, these political parties end up being about race ... Indian lah, Chinese lah, Malay lah, Dayak, Iban etc etc etc. Some claim to be party for everyone, but in reality, they are not.

I am really beginning to respect our colonial masters more, those Brits really knew how to divide and rule. And many many years after independence, we are still following their rule method - divide and rule. Of course, the brits learned these from others.

We need a Malaysian Shǐ Huáng Dì. Hmmmmm, maybe a Shǐ RPK.

Qin Shi Huang (259 BCE – 210 BCE),[1][2] personal name Ying Zheng, was king of the Chinese State of Qin from 246 BCE to 221 BCE during the Warring States Period.

He became the first emperor of a unified China in 221 BCE.He ruled until his death in 210 BCE at the age of 50.

After unifying China, he and his chief adviser Li Si passed a series of major economic and political reforms.

He undertook gigantic projects, including the first version of the Great Wall of China, the now famous city-sized mausoleum guarded by a life-sized Terracotta Army, and a massive national road system.

After conquering the independent Chinese states in 221 BCE, he ruled as king over all of established China. He created a new title, calling himself the First Sovereign Emperor or Shǐ Huáng Dì.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Striving . . . .

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Take care and be well.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Gone Fishing

This is an old story and I have heard/read it many times but somehow seems appropriate for a blog at this time.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.

A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked
how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long." they answered in unison.

"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"

The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.

"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives.

In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs.

We have a full life."

The tourist interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch.
With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?"

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.

You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City , Los Angeles , or even New York City ! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?"

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting, " answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast,
sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife
and spend your evenings enjoying with your friends."

“But …..That’s what we are doing now”, replied the fishermen

And the moral of this story is:
Know where you want to go in life.... you may already be there!

Take care and be well.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Russian Roulette vs Lutong Blowpipe

Russian Roulette is a potentially lethal game of chance in which participants place a single round in a revolver, spin the cylinder, place the muzzle against their head and pull the trigger. 'Russian' refers to the supposed country of origin of the game and roulette to the element of risk-taking and the spinning of the revolver's cylinder being reminiscent of spinning a roulette wheel.

The form of the game can be as varied as the participants or their motives (displays of bravado, boredom, suicide etc.), but typically a single round is placed in a six-shot revolver resulting in a 1/6 (or approximately 16.67%) chance of the revolver discharging the round. Regardless of any player's position in the shooting sequence, his initial odds are the same as for all other players. The revolver's cylinder can either be spun again to reset the game conditions, or the trigger can be pulled again.

Now you must be wondering what the hell am I musing about Lutong blowpipe.

Come next week, there is these big potentially lethal game going on in Lutong which I and many others are forced to participate in.

Yes, we are forced, arms twisted, blowpipes to our heads ;)

Just like Russian Roulette, there will be 6 maybe just 5 poisonous darts to be blown out of the blowpipe.

You have to choose random but selected targets, make 6 shots, and hope that you strike 1 of your targets.

However, there is some chance of striking out, there is some chance that one of your blowpipes may blow all across the South China Sea, possibly even blow across the Indian and Atlantic ocean.

The difference between these two is that in Lutong Blowpipe game, you actually hope to hit something cause if you miss .... then the darts will go all across the world and hit you at the back of your head with poison that will leave you crippled,leave you in a coma.

But if the poison dart does hit you - while dangerous, just will sting you for a while, you will feel hurt, but you will move on.

Don't be stuck in the moment where you can't get out of it.

Take care and be well.

Monday, October 5, 2009


Not a made up picture, naturally taken, no doctoring. Above sunset photo taken by Maggie Nutt from her front door.

Take care and be well.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Tired of round fruits

Buddha shaped pears are seen in an orchard in Weixian county, Hebei province September 10, 2009.

Hao Xianzhang, a local farmer, spent six years to perfect the process by growing the pears inside moulds, local media reported.

The pears cost around 50 yuan or USD7.32 each.

In Japan, farmers of the Zentsuji region found a way to grow cubic watermelons, by growing the fruits in glass boxes and letting them naturally assume the shape of the receptacle.

The square shape is designed to make the melons easier to stack and store, but the square watermelons are often very expensive.

Each square watermelon costs 10000 yen, the equivalent of about USD82.

Personally, I am not tired of round fruits. Plus a 28 ringgit pear or a 240 ringgit watermelon ain't gonna taste any sweeter than a 1 ringgit pear or a 3 ringgit watermelon.

Take care and be well.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

1Malaysian Humor

An Indian, a Chinese and a Malay were in a terrible car accident. They were all brought to the same emergency room, but all of them died before they arrived.

Just as they were about to put the toe tag on the Chinese, he stirred and opened his eyes.

Astonished, the doctors and nurses present, asked him what happened.

"Well," said the Chinese, "I remember the crash, and then there was a beautiful light, and then the Indian and the Malay and I were standing at the gates of heaven.

An Angel approached us and said that we were too young to die, and that for a donation of RM 500, we could return to earth. So, of course I pulled out my wallet and gave him the RM 500 and the next thing I knew I was back here."

"That's amazing!" said one of the doctors. "But what happened to the other two?"

"Last I saw them" replied the Chinese, "the Indian was bargaining over the price, and the Malay was waiting for the government to pay for his."


Take care and be well.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Killer Konstabel

Nine months after A Kugan died in police custody, 28-year-old constable V Navindran was charged at the Petaling Jaya Sessions Court today with causing hurt to the 23-year-old detainee.

Common guys, are you even trying to make this believable.

Are you telling me that an Indian policeman killed another Indian detainee without any directives?

Are you telling me a constable took it onto his own hands to beat up a detainee to death without directives from the Sargent, Inspector, or ACP?

Are you telling me only 1 policeman, a lowly constable committed this crime?

It is generally known that Indians stab each other in the back. It happens all over the business world.

My dad's business used to sell carpets. Another Indian businessman would open another carpet shop a few doors away and sell the same carpets cheaper, although of lower quality - just to kill off each others business.

Samy Vellu has back stabbed Indians over the years as the MIC president as well as the mastermind behind Maika's failures.

Subramaniam has been no different.

Pretty much, Indians are back-stabbers .... it's in our blood sometimes .... but this only happens when it comes to money and business.

Now to tell me if you believe that one lowly constable who likely got a grade 2 or grade 3 in SPM (equivalent to "O" levels) is solely responsible for this murder?

I guess 1Malaysia is about making Malaysian dumb and believers into anything.

Hey maybe the slogans, ads and songs are working .... my quarks and energy and conscience is starting to believe in 1 Malaysia ...... NOT!!!

Like a friend pointed out, our whole current structure, constitution, way of living needs a total revolution for it to work, for us to be free from the oppressive colonialist chains that have been left behind by the British and Dutch.

But as usual money talks, bullshit walks ... and time for me to take a walk.

Take care and be well.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Aruba, Jamaica, ....

Dream beach vacation
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drumband
Down in Kokomo.

Vacationing in bad economy - Thanks Scott Adams.

Lucky for me, I still have the Luak Bay beach - no matter how badly sand fly infested and mosquito infested it may be. Nothing beats the sunsets against the sea -soothes the headaches, the tension, the stress.

Take care and be well.