Dear All,
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The Prime Minister of Malaysia on 15 October 2010 during his tabling of the Budget 2011 in the Parliament has announced to build the Warisan Merdeka, which will be undertaken by Permodalan Nasional Berhad. This is an integrated development comprising a 100 storey tower, which will be the tallest building in Malaysia, replacing the 88 storey Kuala Lumpur City Centre. The total projected cost of the project is RM5billion and the 100 storey tower is expected to be completed by 2015. Development of the entire project is scheduled to go on until 2020.
The 19-acre development area of the mega project, which includes a condominium and a shopping mall, is sited on the car park and land adjacent to Stadium Negara and Stadium Merdeka. Additionally, another stadium which is the Chin Woo Stadium is also located within the development area.
There are 4 premier schools that are located within the vicinity of the development area of the mega project; namely the Victoria Institution, SRJK (C) Jalan Davidson, Methodist Boys’ School and Confucian Private Secondary School.
The Victoria Institution is a premier secondary school and one of the oldest schools in Kuala Lumpur which was founded in 1893. It was declared a National Heritage by Unity, Culture, Arts and Heritage Ministry of Malaysia on 14 February 2009.
Methodist Boys’ School is also one of the oldest schools in Kuala Lumpur which was founded by Christian missionary Dr. William T. Kensett in July 1897. In 2008, Methodist Boys' School was awarded the cluster school status by Education Ministry of Malaysia.
SRJK (C) Jalan Davidson, an 82 year old school, is one of the premier primary vernacular schools in Kuala Lumpur. In 2004, the school won the gold medal at the World Robot Olympiad in Singapore.
The 104 years old Confucian Private Secondary School is considered as one of the premier private vernacular schools in Kuala Lumpur. Its latest achievements include 2nd place on the recently organized 3rd Taylor's Culinary Challenge 2010.
Together, the 4 premier schools educate approximately 6,000 students every year.
With the development of the mega projects, it is likely that there will be disruptions and disturbance inevitably such as noise and air pollution generated from the construction of the mega project. In addition, safety and health of the students of the 4 premier schools is also being put at risk due its proximity to the construction site of the mega project, with the usage of scaffolding and other building equipments and large overhead cranes, earth movers, heavy-duty lorries and dump-trucks etc for its construction activities.
With the development of 100 storey office tower, shopping mall and condominium, it is likely that the mega project will lead to massive traffic flow and congestion problems within the area of the 4 premier schools. All the above will inevitably lead to a less than conducive education environment for the students of the 4 premier schools and this will affect the education process and quality of education that they will received.
We believe that the RM5billion development cost of the mega project should be used to improve various aspects of the Malaysian society such as:
- To improve the infrastructure of schools such as building of basic necessity i.e. toilets, provision of free books and assistance to school children in the rural areas in East Malaysia and West Malaysia – Sabah and Sarawak.
- To eradicate poverty and improve the standard of living by providing assistance to hardcore poor, particularly the rural areas in East Malaysia and West Malaysia – Sabah and Sarawak.
- To improve the healthcare system and service such as building of daycare and dialysis centre, replacement and improvement of equipments and facilities in hospitals; particularly in the rural areas in East Malaysia and West Malaysia – Sabah and Sarawak.
- To provide assistance and improve standard of living such as building infrastructure to cater to the basic needs such as electricity and water facilities, road and transportation to the Orang Asli (indigenous people) of East Malaysia and West Malaysia – Sabah and Sarawak.
- To provide assistance that caters to the daily needs of the OKUs (orang kurang upaya/disabled person) such as providing trainings to enable them to enter into job market and building of road pavements and infrastructure to enable mobility.
- To provide assistance to the less fortunate/elderly people such as building of old folks home and day care centre.
- To improve on public transportation and to reduce traffic problems of major towns and cities and making the major towns and cities a livable city.
We therefore call for the immediate abolishment of the proposed development of the 100 Storey Mega Tower.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
That Okay Song - from That Effing Show
A wonderful song to celebrate our Malaysia for 47 years old
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Is Malaysia getting you down? Tired of those traffic jams and flash floods? Tired of listening to those same old talking heads and their slogans? Feeling like you want to just throw in the towel and give up?
Well we at That Effing Show have something to say. That it's all fine. That its okay. Kita sudah kautim. Paravaillay.
Because we are the world. We are the children. We are the all singing all dancing machas. And we're back. This time, we have horns! We have trumpets! We are higher and fi-er than ever before. Heck, we even scored ourselves a special musical guest star. Check it.
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Is Malaysia getting you down? Tired of those traffic jams and flash floods? Tired of listening to those same old talking heads and their slogans? Feeling like you want to just throw in the towel and give up?
Well we at That Effing Show have something to say. That it's all fine. That its okay. Kita sudah kautim. Paravaillay.
Because we are the world. We are the children. We are the all singing all dancing machas. And we're back. This time, we have horns! We have trumpets! We are higher and fi-er than ever before. Heck, we even scored ourselves a special musical guest star. Check it.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Can We Start Over? Or is all lost?
A very well written piece from a truly Anak Bangsa Malaysia as we celebrate Hari Malaysia on 16th September for the first time in history.
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The nation called ‘Malaysia’ became a reality on 16th September, 1963 but for 46 years its birth was celebrated on 31st August, a date memorable to the Peninsula but without any meaning whatsoever for Sabah and Sarawak.
How did that happen?
I was in Form 4 in 1963 and not at all politically conscious. What I understood at that time about the steps leading to the formation of Malaysia came not from reading the newspaper ( my favourite page was the comics ) but from listening to adult conversations - Brunei first planning to come in but then opting out, Singapore, Sabah, Sarawak willing to go the distance, Cobbold Commission, referendum etc.
From all the talk around me, I learnt that the Tunku was pursuing and pushing for all brokering to be settled, so that this ‘new’ nation Malaysia could be born on 31st August too.
But it was not to be. Disagreements brought delays and the Tunku’s dream was fulfilled only 16 days later.
Much as I dearly love the Tunku and always will, I question why no recognition was given to 16th September during his tenure.
Only this year, 47 years later, are we collectively as a nation giving that date its due prominence in history.
Looking back, in a sense Malaysia never had a chance to live and take its baby steps. There was no 1st Anniversary, no 2nd, no 3rd ….
But anniversaries are just a once-a-year thing. Worse than the date distortion is Malaysia’s being robbed of her destiny as a nation embracing a diversity of people and cultures.
We could have been a showcase to the world of what decency and love are about. But we are not.
You see, love means relationship and being decent means being fair. That would have meant reaching out across the seas to our brothers and sisters in Sabah and Sarawak in true friendship, giving without expecting returns, defending their rights and homeland because it is the right thing do, especially for family.
But we did not.
We never took the trouble to reach out and touch the hearts of Sabah and Sarawak. We treated them merely as curious touristy places and never felt their heartbeat, never knew their disappointments, never recognised the betrayal they suffered, never heeded the lonely cries for help.
Any wonder then that our country has a fragmented soul? Any wonder then that we have never truly been one in heart and spirit?
And we stayed so blinded, so wrapped up in our own needs and wants that we never knew the concept ‘Malaysia’ had taken on a distorted form and that agreements had not been honoured.
We stayed that way until now – 47 years on.
Here we are, finally realizing the horror contained in those years, outraged at the plunder and for the first time determined to make amends.
Sabah and Sarawak, much as the mainstream media may lie to you, we the ordinary rakyat here in the Peninsula are not celebrating Hari Malaysia in the sense of accomplishment and achievement. There is nothing to shout about. And much to be ashamed of.
What we will be doing on the night of 15th September and on 16th September is confirm once again the greed and corruption of leaders from here and the complicity of the leaders over there that led to the plunder of wealth both where you are and here, the deprivation of your rights and ours, and the untold suffering everywhere.
You have been duped and so have we.
These will be days of sobriety and for the voice of justice. These will be days when we see the betrayal in all its ugliness and acknowledge that a colonial master emerged in our midst who is of us and far, far worse than the British who left.
These must be days for reflection and repentance for we too, all of us over here and all of you where you are, have been guilty of letting this happen - by our very silence, because of our fear.
The important question is: Is all lost?
No.
Why not?
Because, for the first time, we have decided collectively to recognize nationhood on its true date of birth.
And because we have begun the steps to live the truth, the lie and all it stands for will be displaced and so too all men whose tongues are forked.
There is an ongoing cleansing of this nation that the government is too blind to recognize. Its misdeeds of the past, so long hidden, are being uncovered time and again against its will.
For me, justice will prevail because the misdeeds could still be hidden but they aren’t any longer.
There is a passing of the old and we need to leave the past behind to move ahead.
But how?
We, the rakyat, must learn to trust one another again and to reach out and help.
Not easy when so many hurts abound? Yes, but the choice is ours to take the risk.
It makes us vulnerable.
Yes, but someone once said that if you want something you have never had before, you must do something you have never done before.
We over here want the best for you.
So on behalf of the thousands over here, I ask for your forgiveness.
I ask that you forgive us our negligence of you, our never really embracing you as family, our keeping quiet as political leaders violated your trust and robbed you of your inheritance, your rights and your riches.
On behalf of the Peninsula, I ask for forgiveness and hope you will forgive because that very act of forgiveness on your part will give you peace and set you free to live again in the fullness for which you came into being.
So let the healing begin.
Much love.
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The nation called ‘Malaysia’ became a reality on 16th September, 1963 but for 46 years its birth was celebrated on 31st August, a date memorable to the Peninsula but without any meaning whatsoever for Sabah and Sarawak.
How did that happen?
I was in Form 4 in 1963 and not at all politically conscious. What I understood at that time about the steps leading to the formation of Malaysia came not from reading the newspaper ( my favourite page was the comics ) but from listening to adult conversations - Brunei first planning to come in but then opting out, Singapore, Sabah, Sarawak willing to go the distance, Cobbold Commission, referendum etc.
From all the talk around me, I learnt that the Tunku was pursuing and pushing for all brokering to be settled, so that this ‘new’ nation Malaysia could be born on 31st August too.
But it was not to be. Disagreements brought delays and the Tunku’s dream was fulfilled only 16 days later.
Much as I dearly love the Tunku and always will, I question why no recognition was given to 16th September during his tenure.
Only this year, 47 years later, are we collectively as a nation giving that date its due prominence in history.
Looking back, in a sense Malaysia never had a chance to live and take its baby steps. There was no 1st Anniversary, no 2nd, no 3rd ….
But anniversaries are just a once-a-year thing. Worse than the date distortion is Malaysia’s being robbed of her destiny as a nation embracing a diversity of people and cultures.
We could have been a showcase to the world of what decency and love are about. But we are not.
You see, love means relationship and being decent means being fair. That would have meant reaching out across the seas to our brothers and sisters in Sabah and Sarawak in true friendship, giving without expecting returns, defending their rights and homeland because it is the right thing do, especially for family.
But we did not.
We never took the trouble to reach out and touch the hearts of Sabah and Sarawak. We treated them merely as curious touristy places and never felt their heartbeat, never knew their disappointments, never recognised the betrayal they suffered, never heeded the lonely cries for help.
Any wonder then that our country has a fragmented soul? Any wonder then that we have never truly been one in heart and spirit?
And we stayed so blinded, so wrapped up in our own needs and wants that we never knew the concept ‘Malaysia’ had taken on a distorted form and that agreements had not been honoured.
We stayed that way until now – 47 years on.
Here we are, finally realizing the horror contained in those years, outraged at the plunder and for the first time determined to make amends.
Sabah and Sarawak, much as the mainstream media may lie to you, we the ordinary rakyat here in the Peninsula are not celebrating Hari Malaysia in the sense of accomplishment and achievement. There is nothing to shout about. And much to be ashamed of.
What we will be doing on the night of 15th September and on 16th September is confirm once again the greed and corruption of leaders from here and the complicity of the leaders over there that led to the plunder of wealth both where you are and here, the deprivation of your rights and ours, and the untold suffering everywhere.
You have been duped and so have we.
These will be days of sobriety and for the voice of justice. These will be days when we see the betrayal in all its ugliness and acknowledge that a colonial master emerged in our midst who is of us and far, far worse than the British who left.
These must be days for reflection and repentance for we too, all of us over here and all of you where you are, have been guilty of letting this happen - by our very silence, because of our fear.
The important question is: Is all lost?
No.
Why not?
Because, for the first time, we have decided collectively to recognize nationhood on its true date of birth.
And because we have begun the steps to live the truth, the lie and all it stands for will be displaced and so too all men whose tongues are forked.
There is an ongoing cleansing of this nation that the government is too blind to recognize. Its misdeeds of the past, so long hidden, are being uncovered time and again against its will.
For me, justice will prevail because the misdeeds could still be hidden but they aren’t any longer.
There is a passing of the old and we need to leave the past behind to move ahead.
But how?
We, the rakyat, must learn to trust one another again and to reach out and help.
Not easy when so many hurts abound? Yes, but the choice is ours to take the risk.
It makes us vulnerable.
Yes, but someone once said that if you want something you have never had before, you must do something you have never done before.
We over here want the best for you.
So on behalf of the thousands over here, I ask for your forgiveness.
I ask that you forgive us our negligence of you, our never really embracing you as family, our keeping quiet as political leaders violated your trust and robbed you of your inheritance, your rights and your riches.
On behalf of the Peninsula, I ask for forgiveness and hope you will forgive because that very act of forgiveness on your part will give you peace and set you free to live again in the fullness for which you came into being.
So let the healing begin.
Much love.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
May 13 - A Recollection
Mom was 16. They were staying at Cheras Batu 2 1/2, near the legendary field which produce Mokthar Dahari and near Cochrane Road School, which is where DBKL built a hall along Jalan Loke Yew. Grandpa decided not to open his stall at Central Market that day. The situation was tense from what was being heard in KL due to the massive win of the Democratic Action Party. Rumours were spreading that the Malays were going to attack the Chinese. Everyone was scared.
Grandpa and grandma quicklty packed up some food in case they need to make a run and gathered everyone. They all sat quietly waiting at furthest back of the tiny little wooden house, at the back of the kitchen. Grandpa took a radio to the kitchen, to listen to any news on what is happening outside.
No one dared venture outside. The usually lively squatters was extremely quiet that day. Then a few knocks on the door...everyone was quiet and dared not answer...then a few knocks again...and a few knocks again...then someone called my grandpa's name softly..."Ah Chong...Ah Chong...are you inside??" I took another few more calling before my grandpa opened the door, only after he was sure that it was the youngster from the sundry shop.
They continued their conversations in front of the house, whispering to each other. Then he came to the kitchen and gathered everyone. They walked out of the house and quickly hurried themselves to the wood-processing factory nearby.
Along the way to the factory, mom and family was accompanied by some young Chinese. They were the gangsters at the squatters, some with scars on their hands, some with tattoos. Each on of them were holding a parang, some samurais and others metal rods.
Upon reaching, they were led to the wooden planks stores and were told to hide there. There were also a few other neighbours there. Everyone look frightened, not knowing what is happening outside. After some whispers here and there, mom found out that some other neighbours have gone to Chan Sow Lin and were also hiding at some factories.
Before the Chinese youngsters left, a few more youngsters came and grab some more parangs, samurais and metal rods from the store, hidden among the planks of woods. Mom took a peep saw a huge load of weapons hidden in between.
Then someone called out in Malay...everyone panicked, thinking that they were ambushed...everyone kept quiet..after a long wait, Grandpa whisper "Don't worry, he is Pak Mat, he and a few others will help guard around the squatters". The day went by and soon night fall. That night, mom heard on radio where emergency was declared by Tunku Abdul Rahman.
Mom heard from one of the neighbours that a massive blood shed had broke out at Tai Wa cinema (old Cathay cinema along Jalan Pudu, now an empty lot with a bus station). There were scores of people inside the cinema, watching a just up-on-the-screen new movie. Suddenly, they were attacked and a lot were dead. They couldn't escape.
Some of the Chinese gangsters who were around just managed to gather some people, withhold them and fought them off, trying to save as many people as possible. There were also some Malays locals around who helped out, trying to pull away people and hide them around, under the drain, inside shops, anywhere, anywhere they can. The slashing soon backed off and moved back towards Puduraya. Mom also heard that many Malays were also hurt.
Mom's tears flowed down her cheek. Til today no one know how many were sacrificed.
The FRUs arrived shortly, trying to help as much as possible. Apparently, the FRUs were also up in arms against the Police as well, as during that time, the FRUs were made up of mainly Chinese while the Police were Malays. The FRUs soon rounded up some Chinese gangsters and instructed them to help stand guard around their villages.
The FRUs helped manned the main roads leading to the villages. Some Malays volunteered to help, manning the intersections into the villages together with the Chinese gangsters and patrol around at night.
Throughout the night, there were some noises outside the factory and around the squatters. Footsteps of people running around quickly. Rays of torch lights occasionally seen blared into the factory. However, no untowards incident happened. Everyone stayed at the factory for a few days, with the Chinese and Malay youngsters taking turns to bring food to the factory and taking turns patrolling. It was only after the Soldiers came that everyone dared go back to their houses. And everyone was glad that nothing untowards happened to any of the villagers in the squatters.
It was an unforgettable day in Malaysia history. And with that incident shaped the path of our society today.
I could not understand her feelings, everytime she told me her stories of May 13. I can just imagined how bad it was and how it has traumatized my family and the rest of the Chinese society from that era.
And not too long ago, I do had a near encounter of the feeling of some sort, if not entirely similar. It was 8 March 2008. We were back at the nerve centre, to hand in the results from the polling centre I was taking charge of, and it was a win from the school. On the way back, my friend called and said that Khalid has won Bandar Tun Razak. I was jumping.
I was even more estatic when unofficial results started to flow in and more schools were reporting majority wins. It was not what we expected, as we expected a tough fight. Soon calls started to flow in, we have won most seats in KL and Selangor is looking good, very good....
Crowds outside were celebrating, shouts can be heard. We quickly gathered some people and ask them to tone down, fearing any untowards incident. And coincidentally, the nerve centre was also in Pudu, behind the old Tai Wa cinema. Creepy.
Shortly we head to the nomination centre, waiting anxiously for the polling officer to annouce the results. We knew we have nailed it and were just waiting for the official results. Then my phone rang, my friend from Penang called. He told "Tsu Koon lost and they have lost Penang". An eery feeling suddenly crept in. Flashback of the stories of May 13 that my mom told me. I told him KL is down and Selangor is on the way.
I quickly asked him to go home where ever he is. He was jolted awake suddenly by me and realised that situation is very uncertain and anything could have happened, had any Ultras just threw a stone or bottle somewhere. I called my wife asking her to stay indoors.
Nothing did happened that night and on the next Sunday morning, we proudly watched on TV, announcing a major political tsunami in Malaysia. I was glad, but I couldn't stop a sigh of relieve that nothing happened.
I realised that we young Malaysians had grown away from May 13. While I do not really understand the feeling of them who had encountered it, we do need to remember what happened. But it is not for us to remember to hate, but for us to remember to cherish this is part of our history and to learn from the mistakes made and to further improve ourselves.
Looking back at mom's recollection of May 13, we can see that not all Malays are Ultras. Mom said that there were very glad that Pak Mat and some came helping and stood guard. And likewise, Pak Mat was very sad on what has happened to those at Tai Wa cinema, and some were friends that were lost there. Even today we all knew that not all Malays are Ultras and they don't stir up May 13 but instead understand why it had happened.
Its already 42 years since then. And today, as a proud young Malaysian, I can proudly say that we have moved past May 13 as demonstrated last March 08.
And today let us rejoice together as a peace loving Malaysian and celebrate this day!!!!
Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia
Grandpa and grandma quicklty packed up some food in case they need to make a run and gathered everyone. They all sat quietly waiting at furthest back of the tiny little wooden house, at the back of the kitchen. Grandpa took a radio to the kitchen, to listen to any news on what is happening outside.
No one dared venture outside. The usually lively squatters was extremely quiet that day. Then a few knocks on the door...everyone was quiet and dared not answer...then a few knocks again...and a few knocks again...then someone called my grandpa's name softly..."Ah Chong...Ah Chong...are you inside??" I took another few more calling before my grandpa opened the door, only after he was sure that it was the youngster from the sundry shop.
They continued their conversations in front of the house, whispering to each other. Then he came to the kitchen and gathered everyone. They walked out of the house and quickly hurried themselves to the wood-processing factory nearby.
Along the way to the factory, mom and family was accompanied by some young Chinese. They were the gangsters at the squatters, some with scars on their hands, some with tattoos. Each on of them were holding a parang, some samurais and others metal rods.
Upon reaching, they were led to the wooden planks stores and were told to hide there. There were also a few other neighbours there. Everyone look frightened, not knowing what is happening outside. After some whispers here and there, mom found out that some other neighbours have gone to Chan Sow Lin and were also hiding at some factories.
Before the Chinese youngsters left, a few more youngsters came and grab some more parangs, samurais and metal rods from the store, hidden among the planks of woods. Mom took a peep saw a huge load of weapons hidden in between.
Then someone called out in Malay...everyone panicked, thinking that they were ambushed...everyone kept quiet..after a long wait, Grandpa whisper "Don't worry, he is Pak Mat, he and a few others will help guard around the squatters". The day went by and soon night fall. That night, mom heard on radio where emergency was declared by Tunku Abdul Rahman.
Mom heard from one of the neighbours that a massive blood shed had broke out at Tai Wa cinema (old Cathay cinema along Jalan Pudu, now an empty lot with a bus station). There were scores of people inside the cinema, watching a just up-on-the-screen new movie. Suddenly, they were attacked and a lot were dead. They couldn't escape.
Some of the Chinese gangsters who were around just managed to gather some people, withhold them and fought them off, trying to save as many people as possible. There were also some Malays locals around who helped out, trying to pull away people and hide them around, under the drain, inside shops, anywhere, anywhere they can. The slashing soon backed off and moved back towards Puduraya. Mom also heard that many Malays were also hurt.
Mom's tears flowed down her cheek. Til today no one know how many were sacrificed.
The FRUs arrived shortly, trying to help as much as possible. Apparently, the FRUs were also up in arms against the Police as well, as during that time, the FRUs were made up of mainly Chinese while the Police were Malays. The FRUs soon rounded up some Chinese gangsters and instructed them to help stand guard around their villages.
The FRUs helped manned the main roads leading to the villages. Some Malays volunteered to help, manning the intersections into the villages together with the Chinese gangsters and patrol around at night.
Throughout the night, there were some noises outside the factory and around the squatters. Footsteps of people running around quickly. Rays of torch lights occasionally seen blared into the factory. However, no untowards incident happened. Everyone stayed at the factory for a few days, with the Chinese and Malay youngsters taking turns to bring food to the factory and taking turns patrolling. It was only after the Soldiers came that everyone dared go back to their houses. And everyone was glad that nothing untowards happened to any of the villagers in the squatters.
It was an unforgettable day in Malaysia history. And with that incident shaped the path of our society today.
I could not understand her feelings, everytime she told me her stories of May 13. I can just imagined how bad it was and how it has traumatized my family and the rest of the Chinese society from that era.
And not too long ago, I do had a near encounter of the feeling of some sort, if not entirely similar. It was 8 March 2008. We were back at the nerve centre, to hand in the results from the polling centre I was taking charge of, and it was a win from the school. On the way back, my friend called and said that Khalid has won Bandar Tun Razak. I was jumping.
I was even more estatic when unofficial results started to flow in and more schools were reporting majority wins. It was not what we expected, as we expected a tough fight. Soon calls started to flow in, we have won most seats in KL and Selangor is looking good, very good....
Crowds outside were celebrating, shouts can be heard. We quickly gathered some people and ask them to tone down, fearing any untowards incident. And coincidentally, the nerve centre was also in Pudu, behind the old Tai Wa cinema. Creepy.
Shortly we head to the nomination centre, waiting anxiously for the polling officer to annouce the results. We knew we have nailed it and were just waiting for the official results. Then my phone rang, my friend from Penang called. He told "Tsu Koon lost and they have lost Penang". An eery feeling suddenly crept in. Flashback of the stories of May 13 that my mom told me. I told him KL is down and Selangor is on the way.
I quickly asked him to go home where ever he is. He was jolted awake suddenly by me and realised that situation is very uncertain and anything could have happened, had any Ultras just threw a stone or bottle somewhere. I called my wife asking her to stay indoors.
Nothing did happened that night and on the next Sunday morning, we proudly watched on TV, announcing a major political tsunami in Malaysia. I was glad, but I couldn't stop a sigh of relieve that nothing happened.
I realised that we young Malaysians had grown away from May 13. While I do not really understand the feeling of them who had encountered it, we do need to remember what happened. But it is not for us to remember to hate, but for us to remember to cherish this is part of our history and to learn from the mistakes made and to further improve ourselves.
Looking back at mom's recollection of May 13, we can see that not all Malays are Ultras. Mom said that there were very glad that Pak Mat and some came helping and stood guard. And likewise, Pak Mat was very sad on what has happened to those at Tai Wa cinema, and some were friends that were lost there. Even today we all knew that not all Malays are Ultras and they don't stir up May 13 but instead understand why it had happened.
Its already 42 years since then. And today, as a proud young Malaysian, I can proudly say that we have moved past May 13 as demonstrated last March 08.
And today let us rejoice together as a peace loving Malaysian and celebrate this day!!!!
Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia
Monday, May 3, 2010
What The Chinese Want - by Khee Thuan Chye
A very well written reply by dramatist & journalist Khee Thuan Chye in response to Utusan Malaysia's Orang Cina Malaysia, apa lagi yang anda mahu?
Reproduce verbatim based on article from Free Malaysia Today's website - What the Chinese Want
What the Chinese want Sun, 02 May 2010 10:10
By Kee Thuan Chye
Every time the Barisan Nasional gets less than the expected support from Chinese voters at an election, the question invariably pops up among the petty-minded: Why are the Chinese ungrateful?
So now, after the Hulu Selangor by-election, it’s not surprising to read in Utusan Malaysia a piece that asks: “Orang Cina Malaysia, apa lagi yang anda mahu?” (Chinese of Malaysia, what more do you want?)
Normally, something intentionally provocative and propagandistic as this doesn’t deserve to be honoured with a reply. But even though I’m fed up of such disruptive and ethnocentric polemics, this time I feel obliged to reply – partly because the article has also been published, in an English translation, in the Straits Times of Singapore.
I wish to emphasise here that I am replying not as a Chinese Malaysian but, simply, as a Malaysian.
Let me say at the outset that the Chinese have got nothing more than what any citizen should get. So to ask “what more” it is they want, is misguided. A correct question would be “What do the Chinese want?”
All our lives, we Chinese have held to the belief that no one owes us a living. We have to work for it. Most of us have got where we are by the sweat of our brow, not by handouts or the policies of the government.
We have come to expect nothing – not awards, not accolades, not gifts from official sources. (Let’s not lump in Datukships, that’s a different ball game.) We know that no Chinese who writes in the Chinese language will ever be bestowed the title of Sasterawan Negara, unlike in Singapore where the literatures of all the main language streams are recognised and honoured with the Cultural Medallion, etc.
We have learned we can’t expect the government to grant us scholarships. Some will get those, but countless others won’t. We’ve learned to live with that and to work extra hard in order to support our children to attain higher education – because education is very important to us. We experience a lot of daily pressure to achieve that. Unfortunately, not many non-Chinese realise or understand that. In fact, many Chinese had no choice but to emigrate for the sake of their children’s further education. Or to accept scholarships from abroad, many from Singapore, which has inevitably led to a brain drain.
The writer of the Utusan article says the Chinese “account for most of the students” enrolled in “the best private colleges in Malaysia”. Even so, the Chinese still have to pay a lot of money to have their children study in these colleges. And to earn that money, the parents have to work very hard. The money does not fall from the sky.
The writer goes on to add: “The Malays can gain admission into only government-owned colleges of ordinary reputation.” That is utter nonsense. Some of these colleges are meant for the cream of the Malay crop of students and are endowed with the best facilities. They are given elite treatment.
The writer also fails to acknowledge that the Chinese are barred from being admitted to some of these colleges. As a result, the Chinese are forced to pay more money to go to private colleges. Furthermore, the Malays are also welcome to enrol in the private colleges, and many of them do. It’s, after all, a free enterprise.
Plain and simple reason
The writer claims that the Chinese live “in the lap of luxury” and lead lives that are “more than ordinary” whereas the Malays in Singapore, their minority-race counterparts there, lead “ordinary lives”. Such sweeping statements sound inane especially when they are not backed up by definitions of “lap of luxury” and “ordinary lives”. They sound hysterical, if not hilarious as well, when they are not backed up by evidence. It’s surprising that a national daily like Utusan Malaysia would publish something as idiosyncratic as that. And the Straits Times too.
The writer quotes from a survey that said eight of the 10 richest people in Malaysia are Chinese. Well, if these people are where they are, it must have also come from hard work and prudent business sense. Is that something to be faulted?
If the writer had said that some of them achieved greater wealth through being given crony privileges and lucrative contracts by the government, there might be a point, but even then, it would still take hard work and business acumen to secure success. Certainly, Syed Mokhtar Al-Bukhary, who is one of the 10, would take exception if it were said that he has not worked hard and lacks business savvy.
Most important, it should be noted that the eight Chinese tycoons mentioned in the survey represent but a minuscule percentage of the wider Chinese Malaysian population. To extrapolate that because eight Chinese are filthy rich, the rest of the Chinese must therefore live in the lap of luxury and lead more than ordinary lives would be a mockery of the truth. The writer has obviously not met the vast numbers of very poor Chinese.
The crux of the writer’s article is that the Chinese are not grateful to the government by not voting for Barisan Nasional at the Hulu Selangor by-election. But this demonstrates the thinking of either a simple mind or a closed one.
Why did the Chinese by and large not vote for BN? Because it’s corrupt. Plain and simple. Let’s call a spade a spade. And BN showed how corrupt it was during the campaign by throwing bribes to the electorate, including promising RM3 million to the Chinese school in Rasa.
The Chinese were not alone in seeing this corruption. The figures are unofficial but one could assume that at least 40 per cent of Malays and 45 per cent of Indians who voted against BN in that by-election also had their eyes open.
So, what’s wrong with not supporting a government that is corrupt? If the government is corrupt, do we continue to support it?
To answer the question then, what do the Chinese want? They want a government that is not corrupt; that can govern well and proves to have done so; that tells the truth rather than lies; that follows the rule of law; that upholds rather than abuses the country’s sacred institutions. BN does not fit that description, so the Chinese don’t vote for it. This is not what only the Chinese want. It is something every sensible Malaysian, regardless of race, wants. Is that something that is too difficult to understand?
Some people think that the government is to be equated with the country, and therefore if someone does not support the government, they are being disloyal to the country. This is a complete fallacy. BN is not Malaysia. It is merely a political coalition that is the government of the day. Rejecting BN is not rejecting the country.
A sense of belonging
Let’s be clear about this important distinction. In America, the people sometimes vote for the Democrats and sometimes for the Republicans. Voting against the one that is in government at the time is not considered disloyalty to the country.
By the same token, voting against Umno is also voting against a party, not against a race. And if the Chinese or whoever criticise Umno, they are criticising the party; they are not criticising Malays. It just happens that Umno’s leaders are Malay.
It is time all Malaysians realised this so that we can once and for all dispel the confusion. Let us no more confuse country with government. We can love our country and at the same time hate the government. It is perfectly all right.
I should add here what the Chinese don’t want. We don’t want to be insulted, to be called pendatang, or told to be grateful for our citizenship. We have been loyal citizens; we duly and dutifully pay taxes; we respect the country’s constitution and its institutions. Our forefathers came to this country generations ago and helped it to prosper. We are continuing to contribute to the country's growth and development.
Would anyone like to be disparaged, made to feel unwelcome, unwanted? For the benefit of the writer of the Utusan article, what MCA president Chua Soi Lek means when he says the MCA needs to be more vocal is that it needs to speak up whenever the Chinese community is disparaged. For too long, the MCA has not spoken up strongly enough when Umno politicians and associates like Ahmad Ismail, Nasir Safar, Ahmad Noh and others before them insulted the Chinese and made them feel like they don’t belong. That’s why the Chinese have largely rejected the MCA.
You see, the Chinese, like all human beings, want self-respect. And a sense of belonging in this country they call home. That is all the Chinese want, and have always wanted. Nothing more.
Dramatist and journalist Kee Thuan Chye is the author of 'March 8: The Day Malaysia Woke Up'. He is a contributor to Free Malaysia Today.
Reproduce verbatim based on article from Free Malaysia Today's website - What the Chinese Want
What the Chinese want Sun, 02 May 2010 10:10
By Kee Thuan Chye
Every time the Barisan Nasional gets less than the expected support from Chinese voters at an election, the question invariably pops up among the petty-minded: Why are the Chinese ungrateful?
So now, after the Hulu Selangor by-election, it’s not surprising to read in Utusan Malaysia a piece that asks: “Orang Cina Malaysia, apa lagi yang anda mahu?” (Chinese of Malaysia, what more do you want?)
Normally, something intentionally provocative and propagandistic as this doesn’t deserve to be honoured with a reply. But even though I’m fed up of such disruptive and ethnocentric polemics, this time I feel obliged to reply – partly because the article has also been published, in an English translation, in the Straits Times of Singapore.
I wish to emphasise here that I am replying not as a Chinese Malaysian but, simply, as a Malaysian.
Let me say at the outset that the Chinese have got nothing more than what any citizen should get. So to ask “what more” it is they want, is misguided. A correct question would be “What do the Chinese want?”
All our lives, we Chinese have held to the belief that no one owes us a living. We have to work for it. Most of us have got where we are by the sweat of our brow, not by handouts or the policies of the government.
We have come to expect nothing – not awards, not accolades, not gifts from official sources. (Let’s not lump in Datukships, that’s a different ball game.) We know that no Chinese who writes in the Chinese language will ever be bestowed the title of Sasterawan Negara, unlike in Singapore where the literatures of all the main language streams are recognised and honoured with the Cultural Medallion, etc.
We have learned we can’t expect the government to grant us scholarships. Some will get those, but countless others won’t. We’ve learned to live with that and to work extra hard in order to support our children to attain higher education – because education is very important to us. We experience a lot of daily pressure to achieve that. Unfortunately, not many non-Chinese realise or understand that. In fact, many Chinese had no choice but to emigrate for the sake of their children’s further education. Or to accept scholarships from abroad, many from Singapore, which has inevitably led to a brain drain.
The writer of the Utusan article says the Chinese “account for most of the students” enrolled in “the best private colleges in Malaysia”. Even so, the Chinese still have to pay a lot of money to have their children study in these colleges. And to earn that money, the parents have to work very hard. The money does not fall from the sky.
The writer goes on to add: “The Malays can gain admission into only government-owned colleges of ordinary reputation.” That is utter nonsense. Some of these colleges are meant for the cream of the Malay crop of students and are endowed with the best facilities. They are given elite treatment.
The writer also fails to acknowledge that the Chinese are barred from being admitted to some of these colleges. As a result, the Chinese are forced to pay more money to go to private colleges. Furthermore, the Malays are also welcome to enrol in the private colleges, and many of them do. It’s, after all, a free enterprise.
Plain and simple reason
The writer claims that the Chinese live “in the lap of luxury” and lead lives that are “more than ordinary” whereas the Malays in Singapore, their minority-race counterparts there, lead “ordinary lives”. Such sweeping statements sound inane especially when they are not backed up by definitions of “lap of luxury” and “ordinary lives”. They sound hysterical, if not hilarious as well, when they are not backed up by evidence. It’s surprising that a national daily like Utusan Malaysia would publish something as idiosyncratic as that. And the Straits Times too.
The writer quotes from a survey that said eight of the 10 richest people in Malaysia are Chinese. Well, if these people are where they are, it must have also come from hard work and prudent business sense. Is that something to be faulted?
If the writer had said that some of them achieved greater wealth through being given crony privileges and lucrative contracts by the government, there might be a point, but even then, it would still take hard work and business acumen to secure success. Certainly, Syed Mokhtar Al-Bukhary, who is one of the 10, would take exception if it were said that he has not worked hard and lacks business savvy.
Most important, it should be noted that the eight Chinese tycoons mentioned in the survey represent but a minuscule percentage of the wider Chinese Malaysian population. To extrapolate that because eight Chinese are filthy rich, the rest of the Chinese must therefore live in the lap of luxury and lead more than ordinary lives would be a mockery of the truth. The writer has obviously not met the vast numbers of very poor Chinese.
The crux of the writer’s article is that the Chinese are not grateful to the government by not voting for Barisan Nasional at the Hulu Selangor by-election. But this demonstrates the thinking of either a simple mind or a closed one.
Why did the Chinese by and large not vote for BN? Because it’s corrupt. Plain and simple. Let’s call a spade a spade. And BN showed how corrupt it was during the campaign by throwing bribes to the electorate, including promising RM3 million to the Chinese school in Rasa.
The Chinese were not alone in seeing this corruption. The figures are unofficial but one could assume that at least 40 per cent of Malays and 45 per cent of Indians who voted against BN in that by-election also had their eyes open.
So, what’s wrong with not supporting a government that is corrupt? If the government is corrupt, do we continue to support it?
To answer the question then, what do the Chinese want? They want a government that is not corrupt; that can govern well and proves to have done so; that tells the truth rather than lies; that follows the rule of law; that upholds rather than abuses the country’s sacred institutions. BN does not fit that description, so the Chinese don’t vote for it. This is not what only the Chinese want. It is something every sensible Malaysian, regardless of race, wants. Is that something that is too difficult to understand?
Some people think that the government is to be equated with the country, and therefore if someone does not support the government, they are being disloyal to the country. This is a complete fallacy. BN is not Malaysia. It is merely a political coalition that is the government of the day. Rejecting BN is not rejecting the country.
A sense of belonging
Let’s be clear about this important distinction. In America, the people sometimes vote for the Democrats and sometimes for the Republicans. Voting against the one that is in government at the time is not considered disloyalty to the country.
By the same token, voting against Umno is also voting against a party, not against a race. And if the Chinese or whoever criticise Umno, they are criticising the party; they are not criticising Malays. It just happens that Umno’s leaders are Malay.
It is time all Malaysians realised this so that we can once and for all dispel the confusion. Let us no more confuse country with government. We can love our country and at the same time hate the government. It is perfectly all right.
I should add here what the Chinese don’t want. We don’t want to be insulted, to be called pendatang, or told to be grateful for our citizenship. We have been loyal citizens; we duly and dutifully pay taxes; we respect the country’s constitution and its institutions. Our forefathers came to this country generations ago and helped it to prosper. We are continuing to contribute to the country's growth and development.
Would anyone like to be disparaged, made to feel unwelcome, unwanted? For the benefit of the writer of the Utusan article, what MCA president Chua Soi Lek means when he says the MCA needs to be more vocal is that it needs to speak up whenever the Chinese community is disparaged. For too long, the MCA has not spoken up strongly enough when Umno politicians and associates like Ahmad Ismail, Nasir Safar, Ahmad Noh and others before them insulted the Chinese and made them feel like they don’t belong. That’s why the Chinese have largely rejected the MCA.
You see, the Chinese, like all human beings, want self-respect. And a sense of belonging in this country they call home. That is all the Chinese want, and have always wanted. Nothing more.
Dramatist and journalist Kee Thuan Chye is the author of 'March 8: The Day Malaysia Woke Up'. He is a contributor to Free Malaysia Today.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Unreported World Malaysia - Asia's Sex Slave
The following video is a BBC special, under Unreported World
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
To the Land of the Rising Sun!!! An exciting trip!!!
It was a wonderful trip! Full of fun, and surprises as well. And it started even before we set our foot to the Land of the Rising Sun...I'll definitely be back for more!!!
Our flight was supposed to depart KLIA at 11.55pm..me & wifey was all hyped up..admist the excitement, we have prepared ourselves to sleep through the journey (not that we really can sleep like a baby in the plane).
Me & wifey before check-in
Already on-board, the plane accelerated on the runway for its take-off...I started to doze off..however suddenly, after accelarating for quite a bit on the runway and just before take-off...the plane hit the emergency brake..brakes were locked and there was a loud noise!! all the passengers surged forward..I was jolted awake!
My 1st reaction to hold my hand and prevent Phoebe from hitting the seat in front...then the plane suddenly stopped and started moving slowly...shortly the Captain announced that there was a minor fault shown on the air controller, hence the emergency brake...As the plane turned back, I looked out at the window and saw that we are almost at the end of the runway...holy shit!!!
we moved back slowly towards the terminal..Captain further informed that the air controller is now functioning well and that it will need to wait for the brakes to cool down before another round of takeoff...I was like...WTF!!! Do you think after that 1st jolt I still have the balls to sit in the same plane for another takeoff??!!! Luckily upon reaching the terminal, Captain announced that we will need to switch to another plane...I was relieved!
We moved back into the terminal...and waited and waited and waited..and finally tookoff at 2am...In a way, I was glad that the incident happened before the takeoff...Honestly, my 1st thought when the plane hit the emergency brake was that are we going to crashed out of the runway...I really thank god for blessing us!
We touched down at Kansai at about 9am, 2 hours later than our estimated arrival time. But we were glad..and the excitement came back...
Ok..I won't say much..I'll just post the pix now on our stops throughout the trip =)
Day 1 - 1st stop...Universal Studio
Hotel in Osaka - Cross Hotel Osaka
Shin Sai Bashi Street - Osaka
Dinner @ Osaka
Day 2 - Kyoto - Kiyozumi Temple
Taking Shinkansen to Hamamatsu, Dinner & Supper
Day 3 - Hakone Mt.Fuji National Park Area & Peace Park Garden
Fuji Mihana Hotel - Tatami & Dinner
Day 4 - Asakusa Kannon Temple, Ginza & Shinjuku Gyeon Park + Kabuki-Cho
Day 5 - Disneyland
Day 6 - Shinjuku (Kabuki-cho free & easy)
Day 7 - Shibuya + Harajuku (no photos coz raining & bloody freezinggg....)
Day 8 - Tsukiji Fish Market, Tokyo MidTown & Shinjuku (last minute shopping...again)
Day 9 - Bon Voyage (Narita Airport)
There are lots more photos but I can't manage to post all here. Check out my FB soon k =)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia!!!
Growing up in KL as a young boy, there were lots of good memories to share. As a young KLites, I have lots of friends, regardless of race and religion..Well I shouldn't even have mentioned those 2 R words, but well as I grew older, the society played it into me (not that I care anyway).
When I was a young kid, I attended a SJK primary school and as all kids does, I mingled and played around with the kids in my class and my batch. We do not distinguished each other as Malay, Chinese, Indian and etc or you are Muslim, I am Buddhist and he is Hindu...
We hang around, playing konda kondi, galah panjang, 'police & thieves catch', chopping and a whole lot more..I still remember when 1 of our classmates got bullied, we all went bongkerz and fight with the kids frm the class next door...but after that, it was all cool (well, which kid never had fight before right)...
There was also once where I threw a rock and it accidentally hit a Malay boy, and he needed like stiching on it...My mom took him to the clinic and then sent him home. My mom kept on apologizing while I was standing beside her. And to my surprise, the mom was actually cool bout it and said "tak ape,budak budak memang macam tu la"..not to mention the mom is a policewomen...we became good friends after that...
In high school too, I hang out a lot with all type of friends. Be it the A-graders to E-graders, sportmen type, rich boy with chauffer or just the ordinary kid...We did lots of crazy stuff together, ponteng, state and national level competition,fundraising & not to mention going after girls...My Malay friends will always make sure they invited me for the buka puasa session, despite I am the only Chinese..so does my Indian friends who never fail to bring us muruku...I in return, will always invite them to my house during CNY for angpows..
Fast forward 10 years later, today what we hear about it always about race and religion. Chinese is taking over the country, attacks on church cause of the use of the word Allah, grey area between the power of civil court and Syariah court etc etc etc...
I mean I have totally no clue bout it even when I was in Uni. It was only when I am out to the society that I noticed that the race and religion issues had been played up so much..I mean what is the fuss all about?? When I was in UK and went to the All-Englands in Birmingham, I too waved the Malaysian flag, PROUDLY!! Whenever I'm overseas, I would reply that I am a Malaysian when people asked me what's your nationality. I don't say I am a Chinese...
We might have different religion and from different race, but the fact that we are the people of this land, born on this land, doesn't differentiate ourselves of our identity...if we cut ourselves, the blood that flows out is red right...so why then should we all be divided at all...We can have our own views on matters (which individual doesn't), so let it be and have a healthy debate.. Don't tell me that we are all the same and we all think alike. Hey we are individuals so each person is different....respect that and move forward..
Till this day, the socio environment of Malaysia is divided through race and religion. I don't know if this is played up by politicians and policies of the country, but at the rate we are going, things will have to change!! Much is always been reported on mainstream media that the Chinese is this la, the Malays are that la, the Hindu demand that la...
Well I think it is time that we grow up and move forward as MALAYSIANS!! Let's not because of some extremist whose plan is to separate the society split the very good people of this land!! I love this country and I like to believe that there is hope to this country. So people, let's not identify ourselves through race and religion. Let us be known as bangsa Malaysia for I am one...
Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia!!!
When I was a young kid, I attended a SJK primary school and as all kids does, I mingled and played around with the kids in my class and my batch. We do not distinguished each other as Malay, Chinese, Indian and etc or you are Muslim, I am Buddhist and he is Hindu...
We hang around, playing konda kondi, galah panjang, 'police & thieves catch', chopping and a whole lot more..I still remember when 1 of our classmates got bullied, we all went bongkerz and fight with the kids frm the class next door...but after that, it was all cool (well, which kid never had fight before right)...
There was also once where I threw a rock and it accidentally hit a Malay boy, and he needed like stiching on it...My mom took him to the clinic and then sent him home. My mom kept on apologizing while I was standing beside her. And to my surprise, the mom was actually cool bout it and said "tak ape,budak budak memang macam tu la"..not to mention the mom is a policewomen...we became good friends after that...
In high school too, I hang out a lot with all type of friends. Be it the A-graders to E-graders, sportmen type, rich boy with chauffer or just the ordinary kid...We did lots of crazy stuff together, ponteng, state and national level competition,fundraising & not to mention going after girls...My Malay friends will always make sure they invited me for the buka puasa session, despite I am the only Chinese..so does my Indian friends who never fail to bring us muruku...I in return, will always invite them to my house during CNY for angpows..
Fast forward 10 years later, today what we hear about it always about race and religion. Chinese is taking over the country, attacks on church cause of the use of the word Allah, grey area between the power of civil court and Syariah court etc etc etc...
I mean I have totally no clue bout it even when I was in Uni. It was only when I am out to the society that I noticed that the race and religion issues had been played up so much..I mean what is the fuss all about?? When I was in UK and went to the All-Englands in Birmingham, I too waved the Malaysian flag, PROUDLY!! Whenever I'm overseas, I would reply that I am a Malaysian when people asked me what's your nationality. I don't say I am a Chinese...
We might have different religion and from different race, but the fact that we are the people of this land, born on this land, doesn't differentiate ourselves of our identity...if we cut ourselves, the blood that flows out is red right...so why then should we all be divided at all...We can have our own views on matters (which individual doesn't), so let it be and have a healthy debate.. Don't tell me that we are all the same and we all think alike. Hey we are individuals so each person is different....respect that and move forward..
Till this day, the socio environment of Malaysia is divided through race and religion. I don't know if this is played up by politicians and policies of the country, but at the rate we are going, things will have to change!! Much is always been reported on mainstream media that the Chinese is this la, the Malays are that la, the Hindu demand that la...
Well I think it is time that we grow up and move forward as MALAYSIANS!! Let's not because of some extremist whose plan is to separate the society split the very good people of this land!! I love this country and I like to believe that there is hope to this country. So people, let's not identify ourselves through race and religion. Let us be known as bangsa Malaysia for I am one...
Saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia!!!
Noble doctors in Malaysia no more???
This blog is way overdue I know. But nevertheless I think it is necessary to talk about it.
On Feb 7 2010, our Health Minister Datuk Seri Liow has said in public tt the government is now considering to reduce the number of years of compulsory service, which is currently 5yrs-3yrs housemanship and 2yrs compulsory service to possibly 4years - 2years each for both housemanship and compulsory service. Correct me if I'm wrong but Malaysia is seriously lacking doctors,as at 2008 to patient ratio stands at 1:1105 (as per MOH Health Fact 2008). I wonder whether such a move,just by reducing the numbers of years of compulsory service is going to increase the amount of doctors willing to serve in Malaysia.
In fact, a lot of medicine students overseas do not want to return to Malaysia not only because of the years of compulsory service, but due to other reasons, amongst others, lack of research & development, lack of recognition, lack of challenges, lack of opportunity to grow, lack of reward, lack of funding etc. These are some of the reasons why some of Malaysians top surgeons and specialist remain overseas. What is the MOH doing to address this? What is being done by MOH to encourage these professionals to remain and serve the people?? Even worse now, the Health Minister is now too busy with politics and power struggle and couldn't care less of the society.
Having mentioned the above aside, personally, I think the society also has to take part of the blame. Remember when we are young, our school teacher will always has an essay session for 'What is your ambition?'. Without doubt, there will always some who will come up with an essay where its ambition is to be a doctor. We, as kids, were always being told that being a doctor is a noble profession, where one can help others.
Come 20 years later, we hear a different story. Parents nowadays want their children to become doctors not because of the main noble act of helping people, but because they can earn more money. There was once I was at a friend's dinner, and when aunty come to hear that one of her friend's child is now a doctor, the first thing that she said was "Wahhhh, doctor wor...can earn a lot of money"...
I mean where has the noble thought of curing and helping people??? I know that parents spend hundreds of thousands to groom their son to become a doctor, but for a doctor, ain't it that the noble act of helping people comes first??? I mean I am not saying that doctor can't be rich but I always believe where doctors are able to help people through you specialisation and expertise, then that is a reward which they should get...But the first thought should be helping people first, ain't it correct??
I am sure you have heard countless times of stories where hospitals ask you to make the payment 1st before they proceed to save anyones lives...For god sake, is that even correct?? This is completely a different story in some other countries, at least the one I know of. I have personnally experienced it while I was sick in Hong Kong and was admitted to a government hospital.
Coming from a society here in Malaysia where we need to register everything 1st, I asked the nurse if I need to register...which she told me "its ok, you can do that later, our duty is to see what is wrong with you and cure you 1st, the rest can wait"...To the doctors and nurses there, the moment they received me at the emergency ward, their duty is to try help me..That should be the way,not just in some developed nations, but everywhere!!!
Much been said, I still think being a doctor is a noble profession, and I like to believe it is still is..Doctors should always stick with the principle of helping and curing people first and not focus on how to make more money. The rewards comes as a recognition and reward of your professionalism! Remember that! Otherwise, if you want to make more money, then don't become a doctor, go become a businessman!!! So get your bearings right!!!
On Feb 7 2010, our Health Minister Datuk Seri Liow has said in public tt the government is now considering to reduce the number of years of compulsory service, which is currently 5yrs-3yrs housemanship and 2yrs compulsory service to possibly 4years - 2years each for both housemanship and compulsory service. Correct me if I'm wrong but Malaysia is seriously lacking doctors,as at 2008 to patient ratio stands at 1:1105 (as per MOH Health Fact 2008). I wonder whether such a move,just by reducing the numbers of years of compulsory service is going to increase the amount of doctors willing to serve in Malaysia.
In fact, a lot of medicine students overseas do not want to return to Malaysia not only because of the years of compulsory service, but due to other reasons, amongst others, lack of research & development, lack of recognition, lack of challenges, lack of opportunity to grow, lack of reward, lack of funding etc. These are some of the reasons why some of Malaysians top surgeons and specialist remain overseas. What is the MOH doing to address this? What is being done by MOH to encourage these professionals to remain and serve the people?? Even worse now, the Health Minister is now too busy with politics and power struggle and couldn't care less of the society.
Having mentioned the above aside, personally, I think the society also has to take part of the blame. Remember when we are young, our school teacher will always has an essay session for 'What is your ambition?'. Without doubt, there will always some who will come up with an essay where its ambition is to be a doctor. We, as kids, were always being told that being a doctor is a noble profession, where one can help others.
Come 20 years later, we hear a different story. Parents nowadays want their children to become doctors not because of the main noble act of helping people, but because they can earn more money. There was once I was at a friend's dinner, and when aunty come to hear that one of her friend's child is now a doctor, the first thing that she said was "Wahhhh, doctor wor...can earn a lot of money"...
I mean where has the noble thought of curing and helping people??? I know that parents spend hundreds of thousands to groom their son to become a doctor, but for a doctor, ain't it that the noble act of helping people comes first??? I mean I am not saying that doctor can't be rich but I always believe where doctors are able to help people through you specialisation and expertise, then that is a reward which they should get...But the first thought should be helping people first, ain't it correct??
I am sure you have heard countless times of stories where hospitals ask you to make the payment 1st before they proceed to save anyones lives...For god sake, is that even correct?? This is completely a different story in some other countries, at least the one I know of. I have personnally experienced it while I was sick in Hong Kong and was admitted to a government hospital.
Coming from a society here in Malaysia where we need to register everything 1st, I asked the nurse if I need to register...which she told me "its ok, you can do that later, our duty is to see what is wrong with you and cure you 1st, the rest can wait"...To the doctors and nurses there, the moment they received me at the emergency ward, their duty is to try help me..That should be the way,not just in some developed nations, but everywhere!!!
Much been said, I still think being a doctor is a noble profession, and I like to believe it is still is..Doctors should always stick with the principle of helping and curing people first and not focus on how to make more money. The rewards comes as a recognition and reward of your professionalism! Remember that! Otherwise, if you want to make more money, then don't become a doctor, go become a businessman!!! So get your bearings right!!!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
A song specially dedicated to YOU ARSEHOLES!!!
This song is dedicated to all you shitty racists, politicians, so-called NGOs and those who are trying to create havoc in this peaceful living country and screw the Rakyat of their well being!!! Click on it and you will understand, FUCK YOU!!!
p.s: sorry folks, can't help it for swearing...the song is too nice :p sing along if you like
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor
So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it
Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you
You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
p.s: sorry folks, can't help it for swearing...the song is too nice :p sing along if you like
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor
So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it
Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you
You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Can't get over CNY...
Hi guys / gals,
Been hell busy since CNY...pharking WIFI at home busted so can't go online...will be working on some write-up...namely on doctors in Malaysia and race and religion views...hang in there guys =) pharking WIFI Deeng!!!
Been hell busy since CNY...pharking WIFI at home busted so can't go online...will be working on some write-up...namely on doctors in Malaysia and race and religion views...hang in there guys =) pharking WIFI Deeng!!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Live Updates
Follow the live updates for the Perak MB vs MB decision at anilnetto and loyarburok now!!!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Onslaught of the Tiger!!! Let's Celebrate!!!!
Less than a week now!!! the Chinese New Year will be this Sunday, 14 Feb...which also coincide with Valentines Day...too bad...as both is on the same day, I guess the CNY will take priority...at least for me (so Cina-pek) hahaha...but I am also amazed how a group of people who have come up with an idea to at least grab some attention for Valentine, the "No Panty Day"...hmmm still considering whether to go commando on 1st day of CNY / Valentines Day....dunno Ong not..hahahaha
Coming back to the countdown to CNY, there used to be a kinda of feeling/festive environment hype to the buildup to CNY...I always look forward to CNY, as this is the time where I will get to spend my time doing nothing but eat, hang around with friends, watch movies, gamble, wear new clothes, get extra pocket money etc etc...however as we grow, the happenings around our daily lifes takes precedence...when our parents call, often then not we tend to say "busy in meeting la...got no time to go home help clean the house la...no need to work meh" just to name a few...some will also worry bout $$ as the Chinese community tend to spend more during this festive season....
Recently, I went for a stage-play where the theme is about CNY...in the play, the couple was thinking hard to come up with reasons not to travel back to their parents home as they were not earning much and is afraid of spending more money...this has got me thinking...
Personally I think that CNY has more meaning...it is more than just meeting up for reunion dinner, giving money/gifts to your parents/relatives etc etc....really, its about celebrating the tradition...some friends say "there is no CNY feeling in the air, everything seems like so normal nowadays"...well, then do something bout it...don't just talk...go build up the mood...go home, do some spring cleaning, go jammed packed yourselves at supermarket / wet market and fight for the drinks, cookies etc etc..And also, its not really bout the $$...so what if you take home little, buy less packet drinks, give lesser angpow etc?? what matters is really you put in the effort to celebrate the tradition...I am sure your parents will be happy that you are back home just to celebrate with them...
Till today I still help out my mom doing spring cleaning the house, this time together with my wife (amid too many stuff to clean)...while I still dread on the fact that I have to do all this even now, sometimes even end up quarrelling with mom, honestly, I do enjoyed it...while I am now more busy, I try to make some time to help out a little...ya ya you will still get some nagging for sure...but what the hell, if they're not nagging then they're is not your parents rite...you are always a kid to them...
So people, go get yourself into the mood NOW!!! Celebrate the year of the Tiger!!!!
Coming back to the countdown to CNY, there used to be a kinda of feeling/festive environment hype to the buildup to CNY...I always look forward to CNY, as this is the time where I will get to spend my time doing nothing but eat, hang around with friends, watch movies, gamble, wear new clothes, get extra pocket money etc etc...however as we grow, the happenings around our daily lifes takes precedence...when our parents call, often then not we tend to say "busy in meeting la...got no time to go home help clean the house la...no need to work meh" just to name a few...some will also worry bout $$ as the Chinese community tend to spend more during this festive season....
Recently, I went for a stage-play where the theme is about CNY...in the play, the couple was thinking hard to come up with reasons not to travel back to their parents home as they were not earning much and is afraid of spending more money...this has got me thinking...
Personally I think that CNY has more meaning...it is more than just meeting up for reunion dinner, giving money/gifts to your parents/relatives etc etc....really, its about celebrating the tradition...some friends say "there is no CNY feeling in the air, everything seems like so normal nowadays"...well, then do something bout it...don't just talk...go build up the mood...go home, do some spring cleaning, go jammed packed yourselves at supermarket / wet market and fight for the drinks, cookies etc etc..And also, its not really bout the $$...so what if you take home little, buy less packet drinks, give lesser angpow etc?? what matters is really you put in the effort to celebrate the tradition...I am sure your parents will be happy that you are back home just to celebrate with them...
Till today I still help out my mom doing spring cleaning the house, this time together with my wife (amid too many stuff to clean)...while I still dread on the fact that I have to do all this even now, sometimes even end up quarrelling with mom, honestly, I do enjoyed it...while I am now more busy, I try to make some time to help out a little...ya ya you will still get some nagging for sure...but what the hell, if they're not nagging then they're is not your parents rite...you are always a kid to them...
So people, go get yourself into the mood NOW!!! Celebrate the year of the Tiger!!!!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Can I Get a F**k You!!!
I guess by now everyone already knows bout the famous quote "Can I F**k You?" by the superstar in AI's Sodomy Part II...So in conjunction with that, I've uploaded "Can I Get A F**k You?" by Jay-Z...*excited* *excited*...can't wait til what's the other famour quote so I can upload more songs...Enjoy!!!Deeng!!!
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/2/4/courts/5608882&sec=courts
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/2/4/courts/5608882&sec=courts
Friday, January 29, 2010
Now it's provocation from the Christians?! How funny!!!
well well...another few ancient clowns...i find these few clowns cuckoo despite being scholars themselves...how the hell did they come out with all these analogy is anyone's guess...confused by the "A" word???...u think all of us are dungu??? I think they are the ones who are the confused lot...or rather trying to confuse people even more...what we need is people who can think rationally and help solve the issue...not fanning it up!!!
oh ya...isn't that incitement and seditious as well..the comment from this one guy called Zamihan or whateva shit who said "who knows, there might be a Feb 13?"...I am TRULY DISTURBED by this statement...so is our police doing anything??? still goyang telur??? DEENG!!!
http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/51140-muslim-overseers-blame-christians-for-allah-row
oh ya...isn't that incitement and seditious as well..the comment from this one guy called Zamihan or whateva shit who said "who knows, there might be a Feb 13?"...I am TRULY DISTURBED by this statement...so is our police doing anything??? still goyang telur??? DEENG!!!
http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/51140-muslim-overseers-blame-christians-for-allah-row
Panty-less on Valentine / 1day of CNY anyone?? isn't it cool :p
I believe everyone has a right to express themselves...read this article http://www.dailychilli.com/news/2083-love-birds-may-go-panty-less
wondering how the hell these Jakim clowns are going to track down those who are panty-less...nonetheless have to thank these clowns as they never failed to surprise...
wondering how the hell these Jakim clowns are going to track down those who are panty-less...nonetheless have to thank these clowns as they never failed to surprise...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN???!!!
I stumbled across this ridicilous piece of shit yesterday...what the fuck is wrong with this man?? married for 12 days and wanted a divorce..this is not the worse...what is more disgusting is the reason for the divorce "NO SEXUAL SATISFACTION"!!!
What is the meaning of marriage?? is it only about SEX??? some more got the guts to ask for monetary compensation...SHAME ON YOU!!!
And he is our so-called one time "top" national badminton player...what a waste of taxpayers money!!! only care about SEX!!! DEENG!!!
Read this piece of shit @ http://www.dailychilli.com/news/2036-roslin-no-sexual-satisfaction-from-her
What is the meaning of marriage?? is it only about SEX??? some more got the guts to ask for monetary compensation...SHAME ON YOU!!!
And he is our so-called one time "top" national badminton player...what a waste of taxpayers money!!! only care about SEX!!! DEENG!!!
Read this piece of shit @ http://www.dailychilli.com/news/2036-roslin-no-sexual-satisfaction-from-her
Monday, January 25, 2010
Tali Tenang
Had lots of fun last Saturday @ Talitenang..here are some photoz http://picasaweb.google.com/bboyriceakajeremy/TalitenangAlbum# and http://www.nikicheong.com/blog/coming-together-for-tali-tenang-talitenang.html
1st blog...a babystep...
To blog or not to blog??? hmmm...this question has been on my mind for a couple of years already now...quite a few of my friends has their own blog & some even have their own websites...
But I guess the bug has finally bitten...hence the existence of this blog today...I have been reading around lots of blogs and been thinking..what should I blog?? Really I have no freaking idea but I think I should just go with the flow...
keep following...will hopefully come up with some interesting posts :p ciao!!!
But I guess the bug has finally bitten...hence the existence of this blog today...I have been reading around lots of blogs and been thinking..what should I blog?? Really I have no freaking idea but I think I should just go with the flow...
keep following...will hopefully come up with some interesting posts :p ciao!!!
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