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Friday, December 28, 2012

Phwaaar!!!

Chua, the STIMULATOR

I got this headline from a Twitter feed....

Dr. Chua: Govt will keep stimulating economy


Somehow it tickled me and made me think of what Chua was doing to that woman in the video.  I suppose the operative word was STIMULATING.



Sorry. It's nearing that time of the day. I just couldn't resist.

Niamah!!!

We are so funny sometimes can cry one

Vote me! I make you laugh. Sure one!

Actually, what will we do for laughs when Barisan Nasional loses Putrajaya?

Wait! Who's to say that Pakatan Rakyat won't be good comedians to once they become the government. They've been practising too.

Interesting times for Malaysia.  Hahahahahahahaha.....


NIAMAH!!!

Believe or not? True one.

Kau gila ke? Where got time to find and report truth one?

A Malaysian lawyer has finally revealed that Malaysian newspapers do not necessarily tell the truth.  Why? Because they can't. Got no time to ascertain the truth before selling the paper ma. After all it is a business first, right?  Shocking isn't it?  But yet this is the line of defense used by the lawyer acting for Utusan Malaysia in its defense of the defamation suit brought against it by Anwar Ibrahim.

Utusan Malaysia's lawyer Firoz Hussein Ahmad told the High Court ......

"If newspapers have to go through the full process of ascertaining the truth, the details, they wouldn't be able to report the next day." 

This story is almost as good as the other one by another lawyer who claimed that Teoh Beng Hock strangled himself.

I guess all Malaysians know the quality of the "truths" reported by our mainstream media.

There is more truth in a whore's professional moans of pleasure.


NIAMAH!!!

Thursday, December 27, 2012

May 13. History or fiction.

Heh heh heh...I  know what you did last summer.

Yesterday I read the news from an online news portal. The words May 13 caught my eye. Yes that date does that to Malaysians of my generation. What caught my attention next was this statement by the head of Umno Youth, Khairy Jamaluddin. He was reported as saying...

"In history, it is already written what happened in this tragedy; everyone also knows who was responsible for it."

The questions that immediately jumped into my simple mind were:-

a)     Already written? By whom? Which version is the truth?

b)     Everyone also knows who was responsible? Really? Who then?

This morning I trawled out this from somewhere on the Internet. It is purportedly a letter written by Malaysia's 1st Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra in 1972, 3 years after the May 13, 1969 racial riots.

“It was clear to me as well as the police that in the highly charged political atmosphere after the police were forced to kill a Chinese political party worker on May 4th, 1969, something was bound to happen to threaten law and order because of the resentment towards the Government by the KL Chinese on the eve of the general election. This was confirmed at this man’s funeral on the 9th May when the government faced the most hostile crowd it had ever seen.Therefore, when the opposition parties applied for a police permit for a procession to celebrate their success in the results of the general election, I was adamant against it because the police were convinced that this would lead to trouble.I informed Tun Razak about this and he seemed to agree. Now, without my knowledge and actually“behind my back,” there were certain political leaders in high positions who were working to force me to step down as a PM. I don’t want to go into details but if they had come to me and said so I would gladly have retired gracefully.Unfortunately, they were apparently scheming and trying to decide on the best way to force me to resign.The occasion came when the question of the police permit was to be approved.Tun Razak and Harun Idris, the MB of the state of Selangor, now felt that permission should be given knowing fully well that there was a likelihood of trouble. I suppose they felt that when this happened they could then demand my resignation.To this day I find it very hard to believe that Razak, whom I had known for so many years, would agree to work against me in this way. Actually, he was in my house as I was preparing to return to Kedah and I overhead him speaking to Harun over the phone saying that he would be willing to approve the permitwhen I left. I really could not believe what I was hearing and preferred to think it was about some otherpermit. In any case, as the Deputy Prime Minister in my absence from KL, he would be the Acting PMand would override my objection. Accordingly, when I was in my home in Kedah, I heard over the radio that the permit had been approved.It seems as though the expected trouble was anticipated and planned for by Harun and his UMNO Youth. After the humiliating insults hurled by the non-Malays, especially the Chinese, and after the seeming loss of Malay political power to them, they were clearly ready for some retaliatory action. After meeting in large numbers at Harun’s official residence in Jalan Raja Muda near Kampong Bahru and hearing inflammatory speeches by Harun and other leaders, they prepared themselves by tying ribbon strips on their foreheads and set out to kill Chinese. The first hapless victims were two of them in a van opposite Harun’s house who were innocently watching the large gathering. Little did they know that they would be killed on the spot.The rest is history. I am sorry but I must end this discussion now because it really pains me as the Father of Merdeka to have to relive those terrible moments. I have often wondered why God made me live long enough to have witnessed my beloved Malays and Chinese citizens killing each other.”

Now, I don't know if this letter from the Tunku is real or not but it also raises some other questions...

a)     Does Khairy agree with the Tunku's version? "In history, it is already written..." ma.

b)     Is Khairy calling the Tunku a liar because he (Khairy) knows exactly what happened? Everyone also knows who was responsible ma.

Hiyoh! Malaysian politics damn difficult to faham la.

NIAMAH!!!

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Terima Kasih

Niamah!!!'s hits counter just went past 

6,000,000

Thank you all for your kind support.

Mahathir's billions. An update.


An update on Mahathir's billions...

2) The Wikipedia page listed a source that said Tun M was the wealthiest head of state/government in the world. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_heads_of_state_and_government_by_net_worth)

3) I checked out the source - (http://www.financetwitter.com/2011/02/marcos-mubarak-mahathir-whos-the-richest-man.html) - and this is what it said:

"Using the same rule of thumb that Mubarak 'earned' about US1 billion to US2 billion annually, Mahathir’s wealth easily top US$22 to US$44 billion over his 22-year of iron-fist rule."

So, basically the source determined the value of a person's wealth by "rule of thumb". Is that a good way of counting money?! Rule of THUMB?! And every year the same amount?

4) Wikipedia has since removed Tun M's name from that listing - obviously the source was laughably questionable. So now if you look back to the same Wikipedia page, you won't find Tun M's name there anymore.
Why you all say me until like dat?

I was at a party last night. The conversation eventually turned to the popular story currently circulating on the Internet. That Mahathir is worth more than USD40 billion! 

Ha! Who said one?
Wikipedia! My friend told me one. He read it in Wikipedia.

Why are Malaysians so eager to believe the story that Mahathir Mohd. is worth more than USD40billion because they read it or was told by somebody who read it in Wikipedia?

There is a list of heads of state (current and past) and their net worth on Wikipedia. But Mahathir's name is not on it. Unless there is another list that I didn't find.

Wikipedia is an online, open encyclopedia. Anyone can invent, update and post stuff on it. 


Ya! If you want you can go there and update the entry on anyone and say they are worth billions or that they had sex with a menstruating camel while on a lawat sambil belajar trip.

While writing this I received another email from a friend telling me the 'sensational' story or Mahathir's USD40 billion. This time the email tells me that the story is spread by this website  but when I went there I couldn't find the Mahathir billions story. How come ah?


Niamah!!!

WTF!

Ala! Cakap je!

Christmas Day, 2012 started with a hangover. For me. The result of much mirth and friendly partying the night before. Slight headache. Body didn't feel like responding to any call for any sort of physical exertion. But otherwise it was a good feeling for a Christmas day. Then I went online and read The Malaysian Insider. And I made this post on my Facebook page...

The statement most likely to spoil an otherwise wonderful Christmas Day...

I do not want to be a prime minister for only a particular section of the community. I'm a prime minister for all Malaysians, and I've said that repeatedly - Najib Razak.

When I read that it was with great effort that I kept the turkey, mince pies and 25-year old single malt whiskey from doing a reverse journey from my gut.

Najib should do well to remember that the last time a Malaysian prime minister said something similiar he was removed before the end of his term. Yes, Najib you have said such things before. Repeatedly as you say. When you speak to Malays you sing the Malay song. When you speak to Chinese you sing the right Chinese tune. When you speak to Indians you make promises too. So I would like to say to you, repeatedly also...

NIAMAH!!!

Monday, December 24, 2012

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Remember, before Santa Claus and Christmas trees there were Joseph, Mary
 and a very special baby named,
JESUS


HERE'S WISHING EVERYONE 

MERRY CHRISTMAS 
AND 
HAPPY NEW YEAR


Public safety

Boss, jangan gelak boss. Semua ok ke?

When I was driving yesterday I heard this Public Service Announcement (PSA) on Capital FM. The announcement was about public safety and what we should do to stay safe.

This announcement had Xandria Ooi (one of Capital's morning presenters) tell me,


"...with the situation these days, I always assume that I am UN-safe..."

I felt kind of sad hearing that. How do you feel?


Niamah!!!

Friday, December 21, 2012

Oh-oh!!! The end is nigh.


Can stand earthquake or not?

According to Malaysian numerologist, Marinah Ng, the numbers 21-12-2012 represent revolution, strife, anger and aggression. On this day she predicts that there will be earthquakes or burst pipes underground.   She also said that disasters, if they do take place will be in places where many bad deeds have been committed.

Oh SHIT!!! Really ah?

I hope Putrajaya is earthquake-proof. Is it?  What about the world's biggest TV screen, the Putra World Trade Centre? A lot of innocent people too in these places. Remember folks there's still quite a number of hours left of 21-12-2012. Take care ya?

Niamah!!!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Merry Christmas


When I first started working on radio >40 years ago I was introduced to this version of The 12 Days Of Christmas by Allan Sherman. Over the years of course there have been many versions made of this popular Christmas song. But Allan Sherman's remains my favorite. Enjoy!!!




The End?

According to these guys the End is tomorrow. 21st December, 2012
Of course, if they could really predict stuff they might still be around. No?

It's 20-12-2012 today. Cloudy. Grey skies. Rain clouds in the distance. End of the world coming? Unlikely. Traffic gridlock in Kuala Lumpur? Definitely. And if you haven't done your Christmas shopping for the wife and kids...well I guess it is the end of the world for you. :-) Have a nice day, folks.

ABU appeal.


FUEL the fight against injustice, corruption and 

flawed governance. Contribute to ABU and fuel the 

fight for the future of our country and our children.

ABU - Asalkan Bukan Umno

Read and contribute to the cause 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Advertorial


Hello everyone. My wife, Min is conducting classes in figurine sculpting (suitable for cake toppers etc.) classes.

Starting January 2013.  Location: Damansara Perdana.

Come sign up and have some creative fun.

Details available HERE 

Please help spread the word by forwarding this message to your family and friends and anyone who would be interested in the classes.  Thank you so much for your help, kawan-kawan.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Want to take photo or don't take photo?

Some day we may be 'compensating' somebody for these toys.

This is clear proof that our lawmakers (I hate that name. Lawmakers? They are more like clowns with verbal diarrhea) are sleeping on their jobs, or worse closing one eye and shutting the other.

Putrajaya is considering holding back the implementation of the controversial Automated Enforcement System (AES) to avoid duplicating the police summons system that can double the hardship to motorists...

Considering? Now? What the fuck were you doing when the whole cock idea was being mooted and then approved? Too busy counting how much money you could make or siphon off, issit? 

NIAMAH!!!

Monday, December 10, 2012

DUHHHHH!!!

Chua Tee Yong. Acting dumb or really dumb?


Clear proof that Chua Tee Yong is NOT as smart as his father thinks he is......

Quote: "Is our future that bleak when our country's economic growth is 5.2%?" - Chua Tee Yong, deputy minister of Agriculture and Agro-based Industries.

No Chua. It's just that we no longer believe what Barisan Nasional tell us. Get it?  DUH!!!

NIAMAH!!!

It's a very funny Monday

This photo clearly shows who is the real Number 1 fler in the MIC. Numbers don't lie. Much.

Najib called the Indian community Barisan Nasional's "fixed deposit". Meaning that the Indian flers are all in BN's pockets la. Insulting enough, right? But Najib and his speech writers didn't seem to think so. So today's reports quote Naji
b saying...
"They had been our fixed deposit all this while but we have not been paying high interest...However, in the last four years, the Barisan has been paying them higher interest rates"


So Jibby, after 55 years of neglect you're now telling the Indian flers that BN have just realised their mistake and will pay more attention to their (Indian) needs. Is that it? I don't know la. If any Indian flers will take that sitting down I would be really surprised and disappointed. Insult heaped upon insult and still don't get it ah? How can?

"However, in the last four years, the Barisan Nasional has been paying them higher interest rates". To me that is a IN-YOUR-FACE insult. But of course, I am not Indian la.





NIAMAH!!!

Have a HaHaHa Monday

Some funnies to help start the week off right...

Does this photo show that Palanivel is a man who doesn't know left from right?

The most laughable statement heard from the government bureaucrats today...

Election Commission (EC) officers are within their democratic right to join political parties but they must not be partisan in carrying out their duties - EC chairman Abdul Aziz Mohd Yusof.

Can join political parties but must not be partisan in carrying out their duties??? Has such a noble creature ever been born in Malaysia or anywhere else? 




---o0o---





This isn't the MOST laughable but it is funny nevertheless...

A good politician should not comment after he leaves - Samy Velu


Wonder if he got a call from Mahathir after that?








Niamah!!! 

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Dei tamby why your FD interest so low one?

 Dei Samy! One more time la, okay?


Just saw this headline in The Malaysian Insider......


Najib calls on MIC to return Indians as 

BN’s ‘fixed deposit’


Najib should know, right? Fixed Deposits these days give very LOW interests. Hahahahaha...sorry couldn't resist.


And then hav

ing a photo taken with Samy Velu ain't going to endear old Najib to too many 
Indians. Right? Or is the old man still the Indian strong man?

Niamah!!!

Saturday, December 08, 2012

He comes....after 40 years!


Dulu bapa gua mali. Sekarang gua sudah datang. Ha? Ya le...lambat sikit.

The statement most UN-likely to make Tanjung Tokong voters think that Najib is the Prime Minister for them........

In 1972, Datuk Seri Najib’s father, who was the prime minister at the time, came here and after 40 years, Najib is coming - Tanjung Tokong Federal Village Security and Development Committee chairman Idris Bakar.

What would Najib have said to Idris for that? Maybe..."Thanks, Idris. FOR NOTHING!!!" 

NIAMAH!!!

full story here

Friday, December 07, 2012

A Niamah!!! Moment

Hahahahaha...this is fast man!  Right after I posted the last Niamah!!! update I went online to read the news and was immediately got some smack in the face.



Greetings

Hello everyone. Thank you for being so patient. I realise that this is the longest that Niamah!!! has been silent since its launch a few years ago.  The whole month of November, 2012.  Whenever I am quiet for an extended period of time there are always friends (and foes I suppose) who will speculate if I have been:-

1.   Arrested and thrown in jail.
2.   Been paid a "friendly" visit by members of the Special Branch in the middle of the night.
3.   Been called to Putrajaya and given some friendly "advice" by Rais Yatim.
4.   Been called to Putrajaya and offered some legal tender "incentives" to stop mouthing off.

But ...... I am sorry that I have to tell you nothing as dramatic as any of the above actually happened. Ya. Being Niamah!!! isn't all that exciting I'm afraid. The simple reason is that I have been very busy with work. The kind that pays Ringgits so that my family can have a roof over their heads and food on the table. In October I was privileged to be involve in the shooting of Take Me To Dinner, a film by my friend, Gavin Yap.  And immediately after that I started rehearsing for the play, Nadirah which had a very successful SRO run at the Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre (KLPAC). Straight after that we took a short holiday to Melbourne. And upon coming home I started rehearsing for another play, Philadelphia, Here I Come for The Actors Studio.  I have also just completed shooting my scenes in a new feature film which features some young and exciting directors and writers. And something wiped out my entire desktop on the laptop so I've lost all the photos and Word documents etc.

So, yeah it's been a hectic last quarter and Niamah!!! suffered because of it. However, I have not been totally unaware of what has been happening in Malaysia and among us Malaysians. I have been posting regularly on Facebook simply because it is an easier medium to use when I don't have time to sit and write lengthy rants.  Some of you have told me that you do not like to use Facebook and therefore do not go there to read my nonsense. But for those of you who might want to try it out surf over HERE

To make it easier for everyone I shall duplicate all my Facebook rants here on Niamah!!! from now on so you can have a choice of where to read.  It's good to be back. And, once again, thank you all for being so patient and friendly.  Finally, what was the latest thing that made you go.......

NIAMAH!!!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I miss you, Malaysia.

I suddenly remembered my primary school friend, Raja Shahrul. He was a pint-sized fellow and was my close friend from Std. 4 to 6. I think. I didn't know he was 'royalty' until other friends pointed out what Raja meant. I always called him Shahrul. I never knew where he lived or what his family did. When you're 10 years old there are more important things in your mind than details. Shahrul used to come to my house in Ipoh often for lunch after school. Somehow, my mother knew to cook pork-free dishes just for him. Shahrul ate. His parents didn't beat him for it. No police reports were lodged. This was back in 1958. We were friends. Things were a little different then.

NIAMAH!!!

Malaysia. A citizen's memory


I just recently heard about and read a bit about the big Hoo-Hah raised by Perkasa over a song recorded by Jaclyn Victor. After that I received a forwarded post on my Facebook. It's a comment and it was written by an old friend, William. I thought you might like to read it too. It's long but worth the time. Enjoy......

The furore over a song recorded by Jaclyn Victor five years ago is a painful r
eminder that religious and racial extremism continues to freely haunt and divide Malaysia under a 55-year-old government.

Immaterial of the song's religious sentiment, Malaysians will always have to contend with people like Perkasa's Syed Hassan Syed Ali, who will insist that Islam must reign supreme with an iron fist in spite of a secular federal constitution.

The divisiveness has not only gone unchecked by BN for decades, it has been fanned and encouraged.

I was born weeks before Merdeka, and the Malaysia of my youth was never secular in practice or its government openly discriminatory to my Catholic faith. My religion and Indian heritage were my cross.

The township of my youth, Sentul, just off Jalan Ipoh in Kuala Lumpur, was a bustling and thriving concoction of Chinese, Malays and people from the wider Indian subcontinent.

Within a square-mile radius were mosques, churches of various denominations, Hindu temples and places of prayer for Buddhists, Sikhs and others.

Add the coffee-shops, stalls, cafes and restaurants that offered banana-leaf fare, laksa, chap fan, mee rebus, mamak mee, char siew pau and nasi lemak, and you had a wonderful township that embraced all ethnic backgrounds, races, religions and cultures, notwithstanding the baggage that came with it.

Most public schools were non-denominational, and boys and girls from myriad backgrounds studied and played together. Chinese New Year, Hari Raya, Deepavali and Christmas would see whole, mixed-race groups of us visit our friends' homes en masse and 'halal' was not yet a force that segregated us.

Underlying it all, sadly, was a system that had already begun to make life difficult for the non-Malay and non-Muslim. Ultimately, my school record suffered, I descended from a straight-A student who consistently made the top five in primary school, to an angry, disillusioned young Malaysian who only managed less than his best in the LCE, MCE and HSC examinations.

Deep and meaningful friendships with Malays were lost and I developed, even nursed, a strong distaste for many things Malay and Muslim, resented every new mosque and call to prayer, and couldn't believe that pork-sellers at the wet market were suddenly relegated to a partitioned corner at the back.

Through the wonderful help of my best friend, a former classmate and Malaysian Baba who also grew up in Sentul as a Catholic, many of those friendships have been rebuilt through very happy reunions that he has organised on my every single trip home.

You cannot buy Malaysians like him, but you can corrupt a whole nation.

I now stand as a Malaysian who has thrown off the yoke that made me, in a sense, racist and bigoted. I no longer blame an entire faith because of some of its followers, and have awakened to the beautiful rainbow of races in Malaysia.

I can only speak from painful personal experiences, which I will recount here in hope and prayer that a new government will forever wipe out the destructive, soul-destroying practices and policies that allowed both institution and individual to make so many of us, impressionable and innocent, to see ourselves as 'us' amid the ever-encroaching presence of 'them'.

Discrimination and division

While this is only one Malaysian's story, the experiences I now share played out in a thriving and beautiful multi-racial community close to the heart of the nation's capital.

And from everything I heard and read about, Sentul was not the exception to the debilitating rule of discrimination and division that has dragged us to the Malaysia of today.

St Joseph's Church, 10am, Sunday morning, early 1970s

What was once a low sidewalk outside the church along Jalan Sentul, which allowed scores of cars to park after whole families were driven to weekly Mass, is rebuilt overnight by the local council, to a height that simply makes parking impossible. Suddenly, we have to park streets away from the church, if not simply take the bus.

Today, whole cities in Malaysia face transport gridlock as Muslims double-park on thoroughfares and main roads for Friday prayers, with the assistance of traffic police no less. We simply live with it, acceptance has descended into the irritable and ultimately insulting notion of tolerance, and we are long resigned to policies overt and covert that make the free practice of religion ever more difficult.

Form 2, La Salle Secondary School

I wake up one morning at home to read in the newspaper that I must achieve a certain minimum score in the Bahasa Melayu paper if I am to hope for a Grade 1 in the LCE. I immediately develop a mental block to learning that language, and in an ultimately self-defeating and warped exercise in resistance to the wider education system, I go on to pay the price in all subsequent exams.

Form 3, La Salle

Students are being registered to sit for the LCE in the school classrooms. One by one, each of us stands as the teacher in charge reads out our names and residential addresses, and asks us to confirm the details.

My turn comes up, and the Malay teacher reads out my full name (including my middle name and the name I have chosen for the Catholic sacrament of Confirmation): "William John Martin de Cruz," he reads out, pauses, and then adds for all to hear: "You don't want to add son of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, ah?"

Today, a single utterance of this nature, made against a Muslim or Islam, is punishable by law, while the BN government has publicly shown how it will dilly and dally as it mulls what to do with people who bring along a decapitated head of a cow to protest against the presence of a Hindu temple in a mainly Muslim neighbourhood.

For the record, this same teacher would go on, in that same year of my Form 3 exam, to distribute 'leaked' questions for the BM paper. I was given the chance to pay for the questions, late at night on the eve of the exam, but chose not to fatten his wallet.

Form 3, La Salle

My brother, his best friend and I form a singing trio that takes part in ‘Bakat TV’, a nationally televised talent competition that has us all riveted to black-and-white screens every Sunday night. Neighbours from my Jalan Kovil Hilir home crowd my living room on our performance nights.

Fanfare magazine, The Malay Mail and various Tanil newspapers give us publicity we never dreamed of; my teachers despair at the 'distraction', and say so in the remarks column of my report cards.

About noon of the Sunday when the finalists are to be announced in a special TV show, a RTM representative telephones us at home, to ask if it is true that our trio will be cut down to a duet - the national broadcaster has come to know that my brother's friend is due to leave for Britain to further his studies, and his departure will come before the date of the finals.

That night on TV, our group is named as a finalist. It is then announced that we have been disqualified - because if you begin as a trio, you must close as a trio. The women in my family cry, my brother and I are devastated, speechless.

Not long after, in the same talent quest, an all-Malay five-piece singing group enters the finals despite the fact that they have been reduced to four, and they go on to win.

1973/74, RTM headquarters, Angkasapuri

My brother and I are invited to perform at a Christmas TV special. We arrive at the briefing early one Saturday. As the performers and RTM backing band mingle, a clerk comes up to us and shows us a sheet of paper, with a list of words and phrases, typed out one after the other to make almost one-and-a-half pages.

It's a Christmas show, but according to that piece of paper (RTM policy on the run), any song we sing cannot have words such as Jesus, Mary, Joseph, God, saints, angels, Bethlehem, Alleluia, Christ, holy....it goes on, ad nauseam.

We nevertheless end up singing a Kris Kristofferson classic, ‘The Pilgrim (Chapter 33)’, which sounds religious but actually glorifies a legend among musicians who drinks, takes drugs and loves like the best and worst of them. We have thrown a stone at the fools on the hill, but a blindly ignorant RTM just doesn't get it.

1975, Registration Department

Despite the fact I was born in a Petaling Jaya hospital, and have the papers to prove it, I have lived with a red identity card (IC), which makes finding permanent work near impossible.

Upon my first application, I am told I am ineligible for that prized blue IC because my family cannot show proof of my late father's place of birth. Any number of people will attest to his being Malaysian, including respected government officials and professionals, but it is not good enough simply because we have no papers to prove it.

But there is a bit of light - I can attend an interview that will re-assess my eligibility. It comes down to one question that I now cannot recall, but I have the correct answer. I am granted a blue IC and get on the road to citizenship.

Ahead of me, in the queue of other 'Malaysians' also wanting that vital, blue IC, is an old, bent Chinese woman, whose chances of getting the correct answer immediately look dismal to me.

I clearly remember the question that is posed to her (it is simply put to her from across a counter for all to hear) - Who is the king of Malaysia? She replies, "Agong". She fails.

I later learn that she should have said, ‘Duli Yang Maha Mulia Seri Paduka Baginda Yang diPertuan Agong’. The poor woman was probably illiterate.

Today, we all hear stories of how citizenship is being doled out, constituency by constituency, to build voter blocs in any number of elections.

This is part of my story as a Malaysian of Indian background and Catholic faith.

This is why I must return to Malaysia to vote, as soon as the 13th general election is called, to help Pakatan Rakyat in any way I can.

And this is why I will be very vigilant of a new and welcome Pakatan government in Putrajaya, as a member of society who will strive to ensure such bigotry, extremism and racism as I have endured may only be relegated to the scrapheap of an ugly history we must all leave behind.

(William is an old friend. He resides with his family in Australia and will be home to vote in the GE13)

Comment from a thamby who loves his country

I just recently heard about and read a bit about the big Hoo-Hah raised by Perkasa over a song recorded by Jaclyn Victor. After that I received a forwarded post on my Facebook. It's a comment and it was written by an old friend, William. I thought you might like to read it too. It's long but worth the time. Enjoy......

The furore over a song recorded by Jaclyn Victor five years ago is a painful r
eminder that religious and racial extremism continues to freely haunt and divide Malaysia under a 55-year-old government.

Immaterial of the song's religious sentiment, Malaysians will always have to contend with people like Perkasa's Syed Hassan Syed Ali, who will insist that Islam must reign supreme with an iron fist in spite of a secular federal constitution.

The divisiveness has not only gone unchecked by BN for decades, it has been fanned and encouraged.

I was born weeks before Merdeka, and the Malaysia of my youth was never secular in practice or its government openly discriminatory to my Catholic faith. My religion and Indian heritage were my cross.

The township of my youth, Sentul, just off Jalan Ipoh in Kuala Lumpur, was a bustling and thriving concoction of Chinese, Malays and people from the wider Indian subcontinent.

Within a square-mile radius were mosques, churches of various denominations, Hindu temples and places of prayer for Buddhists, Sikhs and others.

Add the coffee-shops, stalls, cafes and restaurants that offered banana-leaf fare, laksa, chap fan, mee rebus, mamak mee, char siew pau and nasi lemak, and you had a wonderful township that embraced all ethnic backgrounds, races, religions and cultures, notwithstanding the baggage that came with it.

Most public schools were non-denominational, and boys and girls from myriad backgrounds studied and played together. Chinese New Year, Hari Raya, Deepavali and Christmas would see whole, mixed-race groups of us visit our friends' homes en masse and 'halal' was not yet a force that segregated us.

Underlying it all, sadly, was a system that had already begun to make life difficult for the non-Malay and non-Muslim. Ultimately, my school record suffered, I descended from a straight-A student who consistently made the top five in primary school, to an angry, disillusioned young Malaysian who only managed less than his best in the LCE, MCE and HSC examinations.

Deep and meaningful friendships with Malays were lost and I developed, even nursed, a strong distaste for many things Malay and Muslim, resented every new mosque and call to prayer, and couldn't believe that pork-sellers at the wet market were suddenly relegated to a partitioned corner at the back.

Through the wonderful help of my best friend, a former classmate and Malaysian Baba who also grew up in Sentul as a Catholic, many of those friendships have been rebuilt through very happy reunions that he has organised on my every single trip home.

You cannot buy Malaysians like him, but you can corrupt a whole nation.

I now stand as a Malaysian who has thrown off the yoke that made me, in a sense, racist and bigoted. I no longer blame an entire faith because of some of its followers, and have awakened to the beautiful rainbow of races in Malaysia.

I can only speak from painful personal experiences, which I will recount here in hope and prayer that a new government will forever wipe out the destructive, soul-destroying practices and policies that allowed both institution and individual to make so many of us, impressionable and innocent, to see ourselves as 'us' amid the ever-encroaching presence of 'them'.

Discrimination and division

While this is only one Malaysian's story, the experiences I now share played out in a thriving and beautiful multi-racial community close to the heart of the nation's capital.

And from everything I heard and read about, Sentul was not the exception to the debilitating rule of discrimination and division that has dragged us to the Malaysia of today.

St Joseph's Church, 10am, Sunday morning, early 1970s

What was once a low sidewalk outside the church along Jalan Sentul, which allowed scores of cars to park after whole families were driven to weekly Mass, is rebuilt overnight by the local council, to a height that simply makes parking impossible. Suddenly, we have to park streets away from the church, if not simply take the bus.

Today, whole cities in Malaysia face transport gridlock as Muslims double-park on thoroughfares and main roads for Friday prayers, with the assistance of traffic police no less. We simply live with it, acceptance has descended into the irritable and ultimately insulting notion of tolerance, and we are long resigned to policies overt and covert that make the free practice of religion ever more difficult.

Form 2, La Salle Secondary School

I wake up one morning at home to read in the newspaper that I must achieve a certain minimum score in the Bahasa Melayu paper if I am to hope for a Grade 1 in the LCE. I immediately develop a mental block to learning that language, and in an ultimately self-defeating and warped exercise in resistance to the wider education system, I go on to pay the price in all subsequent exams.

Form 3, La Salle

Students are being registered to sit for the LCE in the school classrooms. One by one, each of us stands as the teacher in charge reads out our names and residential addresses, and asks us to confirm the details.

My turn comes up, and the Malay teacher reads out my full name (including my middle name and the name I have chosen for the Catholic sacrament of Confirmation): "William John Martin de Cruz," he reads out, pauses, and then adds for all to hear: "You don't want to add son of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, ah?"

Today, a single utterance of this nature, made against a Muslim or Islam, is punishable by law, while the BN government has publicly shown how it will dilly and dally as it mulls what to do with people who bring along a decapitated head of a cow to protest against the presence of a Hindu temple in a mainly Muslim neighbourhood.

For the record, this same teacher would go on, in that same year of my Form 3 exam, to distribute 'leaked' questions for the BM paper. I was given the chance to pay for the questions, late at night on the eve of the exam, but chose not to fatten his wallet.

Form 3, La Salle

My brother, his best friend and I form a singing trio that takes part in ‘Bakat TV’, a nationally televised talent competition that has us all riveted to black-and-white screens every Sunday night. Neighbours from my Jalan Kovil Hilir home crowd my living room on our performance nights.

Fanfare magazine, The Malay Mail and various Tanil newspapers give us publicity we never dreamed of; my teachers despair at the 'distraction', and say so in the remarks column of my report cards.

About noon of the Sunday when the finalists are to be announced in a special TV show, a RTM representative telephones us at home, to ask if it is true that our trio will be cut down to a duet - the national broadcaster has come to know that my brother's friend is due to leave for Britain to further his studies, and his departure will come before the date of the finals.

That night on TV, our group is named as a finalist. It is then announced that we have been disqualified - because if you begin as a trio, you must close as a trio. The women in my family cry, my brother and I are devastated, speechless.

Not long after, in the same talent quest, an all-Malay five-piece singing group enters the finals despite the fact that they have been reduced to four, and they go on to win.

1973/74, RTM headquarters, Angkasapuri

My brother and I are invited to perform at a Christmas TV special. We arrive at the briefing early one Saturday. As the performers and RTM backing band mingle, a clerk comes up to us and shows us a sheet of paper, with a list of words and phrases, typed out one after the other to make almost one-and-a-half pages.

It's a Christmas show, but according to that piece of paper (RTM policy on the run), any song we sing cannot have words such as Jesus, Mary, Joseph, God, saints, angels, Bethlehem, Alleluia, Christ, holy....it goes on, ad nauseam.

We nevertheless end up singing a Kris Kristofferson classic, ‘The Pilgrim (Chapter 33)’, which sounds religious but actually glorifies a legend among musicians who drinks, takes drugs and loves like the best and worst of them. We have thrown a stone at the fools on the hill, but a blindly ignorant RTM just doesn't get it.

1975, Registration Department

Despite the fact I was born in a Petaling Jaya hospital, and have the papers to prove it, I have lived with a red identity card (IC), which makes finding permanent work near impossible.

Upon my first application, I am told I am ineligible for that prized blue IC because my family cannot show proof of my late father's place of birth. Any number of people will attest to his being Malaysian, including respected government officials and professionals, but it is not good enough simply because we have no papers to prove it.

But there is a bit of light - I can attend an interview that will re-assess my eligibility. It comes down to one question that I now cannot recall, but I have the correct answer. I am granted a blue IC and get on the road to citizenship.

Ahead of me, in the queue of other 'Malaysians' also wanting that vital, blue IC, is an old, bent Chinese woman, whose chances of getting the correct answer immediately look dismal to me.

I clearly remember the question that is posed to her (it is simply put to her from across a counter for all to hear) - Who is the king of Malaysia? She replies, "Agong". She fails.

I later learn that she should have said, ‘Duli Yang Maha Mulia Seri Paduka Baginda Yang diPertuan Agong’. The poor woman was probably illiterate.

Today, we all hear stories of how citizenship is being doled out, constituency by constituency, to build voter blocs in any number of elections.

This is part of my story as a Malaysian of Indian background and Catholic faith.

This is why I must return to Malaysia to vote, as soon as the 13th general election is called, to help Pakatan Rakyat in any way I can.

And this is why I will be very vigilant of a new and welcome Pakatan government in Putrajaya, as a member of society who will strive to ensure such bigotry, extremism and racism as I have endured may only be relegated to the scrapheap of an ugly history we must all leave behind.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha

On this blessed Muslim holiday, do something for a deserving child. Read about and participate in Project Heartstrings 2012.


Project Heartstrings is a collective effort by caring Malaysians that will hopefully leave a deeper impact in the lives of t

he children that have to grow up in shelter homes for various reasons.

We would like to collect guitars from the people who are no longer putting them to good use and distribute them accordingly to the shelter homes catering for children around our area.

You can contribute in your own capacity even if it just means passing the word around. We truly believe Malaysians will rise to the occasion to put a smile on these kids. The project spans across October until early December, with multiple events in between such as a video production, collection station at major shopping complex etc.

So how can you help?

Guitar contribution
If you have a guitar that is still in good condition (save some minor damage needing minimal repair), pass it on to us so we can restore it and give it to one of the shelter homes around Klang Valley. You can drop off your used guitars at these The Guitar Store outlet:

1. TGS Cheras: 57-M, 57 Jalan Manis 3, Taman Segar, Cheras 56100, Kuala Lumpur. Tel: 603-9133 2822 (Att Mr Low / Mr Ken)

2. TGS Kepong: 15-1, Jalan Metro Perdana 7, Taman Usahawan Kepong, Kepong Utara 52100, Kuala Lumpur. Tel: 603-6257 6611 (Att Mr Mok)

3. TGS Puchong: E-1-25, IOI Boulevard, Jalan Kenari 5, Bandar Puchong Jaya, Puchong 47100, Selangor. Tel: 603-8075 2822 (Att Mr Chan)

Project Heartstrings Ambassadors
If you are a celebrity and would like to contribute towards the publicity of this campaign, please let us know. We are planning a (sweet tugging your heart string) video (need the link for the passing passing video Albert had in mind) that can be shared on social media sites to create awareness on the project.

Sponsorship
Should you be interested to come on board as a sponsor, there are many ways you can contribute be it monetary or in kind. Areas we currently need help with:
1.Sponsorship of venue for guitar handover event on 15 December 2012
2.Sponsorship of one flight ticket from BKI-KUL-BKI (Kota Kinabalu – Kuala Lumpur – Kota Kinabalu)
3.Sponsorship for Media – Help us spread the word further through the power of media. We seek help from online media, newspapers, radio and TV.
4.For those who do not have guitars to give away, we also are looking for sponsorship to get these kids guitar lessons, about RM100/child/month.
5.Sponsorship for Creative Work – Help us design all the POS materials needed for the success of this project.

Sponsorship for Refurbishment of Guitars - Taken up by The Guitar Store

Should you need any more information, please do not hesitate to post your queries on the group wall, or PM @Roddy Teo for clarification.

Any help is great help! Let's bring some music into the homes of these children :o)





Project Heartstrings Facebook page HERE 

Friday, October 19, 2012

HIyah! No problem. We kao tim nicely for you.

In Malaysia, things always seem a little off-balance.

Here's another one for the record books.


Some time ago the son of the de facto Law Minister, Nazri was charged 


with assaulting a security guard at a condominium in Kuala Lumpur. A 


criminal case. Last Wednesday the Home Minister announced that the 


boy, Nedim had been clear of any wrongdoing as the case had been 


"settled amicably" by both sides.


HUH???!!! 


Criminal case can be "settled" one ah? Phwaaaar!!! Opens up a huge list 


of possibilities man!


Fucking morons!!!


NIAMAH!!!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Happy Malaysians?



Richest Malaysians

This is going to sound like I am belly-aching but it is really a serious question. Do you notice that the people who claim loudly that they love being in Malaysia and would not live anywhere else usually come from:-

a) the local privileged folks. Meaning those in the RMmillion per annum income group. Or close to it.

b) the privileged expatriates.

Having options is a great way to enjoy what a country has to offer, isn't it?

Would the Malaysian taxi driver, plantation worker, teacher, average office worker feel the same way?

No I am not being sarcy or grumpy. I just would like to hear how you feel. People with options can also answer and help us understand. Thank you.

Niamah!!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

LMAO

MILF here...........


MILF everywhere else..........


Both The Sun and The Star today carry stories with the acronym MILF either in the headline or the body of the article.

I never thought that I'd ever see the day that the acronym MILF would be used in our local MSM.  A few short years ago it might have been totally alright I guess. But in today's context MILF is not an acronym I would post up in the headline of a newspaper story. That is unless you purposely want to spread some laughs around la.

Wikipedia describes MILF as and acronym for 
"Mother/Mom I'd Like To Fuck".

But the MILF in the news today stands for 
Moro Islamic Liberation Front.

I wonder if those Moro flers know the more internationally accepted reading of MILF? Maybe they do. And they just have a weird sense of humour.

MILF. OMG! WTF! LMAO!

NIAMAH!!!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Say sorry. Now!

Rosmah and her Qatari host, Sheikha Moza (photo from The Star)

Ha! All you baargers (that includes me) who doubted that FLOM was on  a valiant mission to Qatar to do the world some great good, you can now please say "SORRY FLOM. We bow before your benevolent wisdom." Why? Read about FLOM's mission...HERE.

Apparently, Qatar "had sought Malaysia's cooperation to realise its desire to provide the most extensive and highest education for children and teenagers, especially those who did not have access to the best possible education."

It's so sad isn't it? People from faraway Qatar appreciate our high quality education systems enough to want to learn from us! And we complain that our education sucks! Or is it that camels, oil and money fuck up your assessment capabilities?

NIAMAH!!!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

What the....!!!

First off I want to say that I post this without malice to FLOM. Not at all. Seriously. But reading this report from The Malaysian Insider I, as a tax-paying Malaysian, cannot help but feel that her trip and her speech at the event was a waste of Malaysian tax-payers money. Read this and see how you feel...

(from The Malaysian Insider...)


Datin Seri Rosmah Mansor, wife of the Malaysian prime minister, yesterday urged women to take a more active role in their institutions and organisations in order to strengthen business ethics.
She said women could play an important role in strengthening ethics in business because their nature of being mothers and nurturers required that they imbued trust in the relationship they built and developed.
“As mothers, we have a responsibility and opportunity to imbue the right values and inculcate morally sound behaviour in our children. These are values and behaviours which will make them ethical people.
“Further, our roles that include multi-tasking between the home and the workplace demands that we deliver promises to the people who depend and count on us,” she said in a keynote address titled “Role of Women in Strengthening Business Ethics” at the Qatari Businesswomen Association’s programme at the Inside Investor Forum Asia 2012, here.
The two-day forum, organised by the international media group and consultancy Inside Investor, is a high-level business event which brings together heads of state, investors and top-level company executives from the Asean and Gulf Cooperation Council (GCC) countries to identify investment opportunities in the two regions.
Rosmah said women should extend these qualities in ensuring that the companies they worked for delivered on their promises and upheld governance and ethics at all levels of the organisation at all times.
She said the rising participation of women in the global workforce also provided an opportunity for women to play a bigger role in strengthening business ethics.
“There are many reports that predict the 21st Century as the century for women. We see rising involvement of women in boardrooms and executive positions globally.”
“In March last year, Business Insider revealed that women hold 21 per cent of senior management positions globally. This study shows that women are in an advantageous position to strengthen ethics in business,” she said.
Rosmah said that in Malaysia, the government was also encouraging companies to increase the number of women on their governing boards to at least 30 per cent by 2015 and, currently, on-the-job training programmes — most of it focused on strengthening ethics in business — were being held to prepare these women for board positions.
Rosmah said business ethics was important to the company, the consumer as well as the employees and stakeholders, and for the healthy growth of an economy.
“Ultimately, ethics is about doing the right thing; not taking that which isn’t yours; not inflating expenses that you are not entitled to; not manipulating facts and figures with the intention to mislead; not compromising on quality of services and products to maximise profits; and not lying and misrepresenting the truth to look good,” she said.
Those who did not follow ethical rules might have short-term success, but would fail in the market in the long run, she added.
Rosmah said Qatari and Malaysian businesswomen associations could develop a common platform for debates and deliberations on business ethics for insights, learning and sharing experiences.
“We could organise joint programmes regularly that mutually serve both the Gulf and Asean. These could include educational and business programmes as well as exchange of talents that will strengthen business ethics in both regions.”
Meanwhile, in a separate event, Rosmah received the “Honour for Charitable Commitment and Philanthropy” award in appreciation of her dedication and commitment to charity work.
The award was presented by the vice-chairwoman of the Qatari Businesswomen Association Aisha Al-Fardan.  — Bernama

Niamah!!!

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