To start from the cradle would seem immature and all the same when grown-up. At puberty or not, either end, the story is the same; dry as a dead cell, hollow as a pigeon hole. Hindu girls in particular are either losing their sense of direction or just growing wasteless. Here is a bunch of misfits still wearing ageless traditions of no-good-doers.
They grow up regimented with pride thinking they're doing good but they ain't. Blinded by their own lame vanity and doctrined by their parents thinking, they are somewhat "see-no-touch" fools. Donkeys are better off than them actually. They make senseless decisions aping their forefathers and think parallel from mainstream society. Can never think out of the box. It would seem to them unorthodox. Always under the impression they're better than their counterparts. Film stars are their motto. I've never met one who idolises Einstein or Marie Currie or even Madeleine Albright. Hannah Senesh is not their cup of tea either less heard of this gallant Jewish 'ladykinght' in shining armour. They talk cheaper then cheap like parrots in debating class.
Clever on the curse side. A 60-something-year old film star is their idol. Their undying staunch greed for Indian movie star is ever so dumb. Movies make their lunch. Every Hindu guy is out of the equation or a sex-starved greed if he does not look like the latest film star. This is the gender of the minority race with all sense on immaturity. Need to be guided like a blind donkey. This is also the unappreciative kind. Can never understand when an ovation is needed. Clapping to cheer on another is never heard of. Taboo it may seem to many.
Most study for the sake of pleasing their parents and never for the inner craving soul. They legitimize their hatred for everything which is un-them. Gossip queens of the world on any given day. The list goes on... like a free wheeling bobbin thread-reel. Hopeless and useless and draining to its affirmity-end.
Sad but true....they still believe in one race supremacy. India is their solace. Can never understand that India is the bane of their own destruction.
Over the years of me being in the midst of racial interaction, I have never seen anything more than good with the Hindu ladies of Malaysia.
May god enrich them with brains. Faux-Pas society.
On an ending note, I don't wana touch on the other races for they fare no better either.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
2010 - Simon Cowell's Ultimate...
2010 American Idol is over....and Simon bid adieu to the 'evergreen' reality show.
For all things Simon stands for - this is the ultimate of Simon's comment..
"...eerghh...you sounded like a cat before landing on the ground jumping off the Empire State Building."
WHAT A BLAST HE HAD......
For all things Simon stands for - this is the ultimate of Simon's comment..
"...eerghh...you sounded like a cat before landing on the ground jumping off the Empire State Building."
WHAT A BLAST HE HAD......
A Polar Bear and a Husky....
Rare is a time when a 300-pound Polar Bear plays with other animals. The above was captured by the owner of the Husky.
The Art of Complaining...
An Email Extract.
If you're going to the trouble of telling a business what went wrong with your experience, you should do so with a purpose—namely, to convince the company to make amends in some tangible, meaningful way. Mere venting, while somewhat therapeutic, won't necessarily get you anywhere, especially if you're dealing with someone who doesn't have the authority to fix the situation. So how do you complain and get actual results?
What's tricky is that while you should have a goal in mind for your complaints—some money back or discounts on future business with the company, as examples—the wisest approach seems to be that you should lay out your case, explain what happened and how upset you are, but then step back and allow the business's agent to take the lead from there. In other words, hold back in stating what it is you want, and be entirely passive aggressive in the negotiation process, as these tips state:
BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE, PART 1 Generally speaking, the Haggler disapproves of passive aggressive behavior, but the one place it might belong is in a consumer confrontation. A friend of the Haggler's … never lies or exaggerates. He states the facts, calmly. When the manager inevitably asks, “Well, what can we do to make this right?” he shrugs and says “I don't know,” then restates the facts and their effect on him and his family.
Round and round it goes until the manager finally makes a settlement offer, which very often exceeds what this friend would have had the nerve to request…
BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE, PART 2 Several readers note that when you're talking to a phone rep, time is on your side for two reasons. The first is that phone reps are often timed and expected to churn through a certain number of calls per hour. The second is that nearly all are prohibited from hanging up on you. So the longer you're willing to stay on the phone and repeat that you are not satisfied, and do not want to end the call, the better your chances of getting what you want.
ASK THIS SIMPLE QUESTION More than a few readers said that when stymied by phone reps, they simply ask, “What would you do if you were in my situation?” “Amazingly, they'll often pass along an effective tip about how to get the desired result,” writes Frank Scalpone of Antioch, Calif.
If you're going to the trouble of telling a business what went wrong with your experience, you should do so with a purpose—namely, to convince the company to make amends in some tangible, meaningful way. Mere venting, while somewhat therapeutic, won't necessarily get you anywhere, especially if you're dealing with someone who doesn't have the authority to fix the situation. So how do you complain and get actual results?
What's tricky is that while you should have a goal in mind for your complaints—some money back or discounts on future business with the company, as examples—the wisest approach seems to be that you should lay out your case, explain what happened and how upset you are, but then step back and allow the business's agent to take the lead from there. In other words, hold back in stating what it is you want, and be entirely passive aggressive in the negotiation process, as these tips state:
BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE, PART 1 Generally speaking, the Haggler disapproves of passive aggressive behavior, but the one place it might belong is in a consumer confrontation. A friend of the Haggler's … never lies or exaggerates. He states the facts, calmly. When the manager inevitably asks, “Well, what can we do to make this right?” he shrugs and says “I don't know,” then restates the facts and their effect on him and his family.
Round and round it goes until the manager finally makes a settlement offer, which very often exceeds what this friend would have had the nerve to request…
BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE, PART 2 Several readers note that when you're talking to a phone rep, time is on your side for two reasons. The first is that phone reps are often timed and expected to churn through a certain number of calls per hour. The second is that nearly all are prohibited from hanging up on you. So the longer you're willing to stay on the phone and repeat that you are not satisfied, and do not want to end the call, the better your chances of getting what you want.
ASK THIS SIMPLE QUESTION More than a few readers said that when stymied by phone reps, they simply ask, “What would you do if you were in my situation?” “Amazingly, they'll often pass along an effective tip about how to get the desired result,” writes Frank Scalpone of Antioch, Calif.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
HP! This is what we stand for....
All employee share interest the responsibility for fulfilling HP's commitment to equal employment opportunity. To that and HP's Global Non-Discrimination Policy provides, we do not discriminate against any employee or applicant for employment because of gender, colour, race, religion, central origin, age, marital status, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, disabled covered veteran status or protected genetic information.
This policy applies to all personal across such as recruiting, hiring, transferring, promoting, training, compensation and benefits, benefits administration, disciplinary actions and termination of employment.
THIS IS WHAT WE ARE. THIS IS WHAT AMERICA DIFFERS FROM MALAYSIA
This policy applies to all personal across such as recruiting, hiring, transferring, promoting, training, compensation and benefits, benefits administration, disciplinary actions and termination of employment.
THIS IS WHAT WE ARE. THIS IS WHAT AMERICA DIFFERS FROM MALAYSIA
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Rebound Girls!!
First things first...this is not a topic I fancy writing or remotely close, voicing. Do believe me when I say that. And for the love of Him, Her, Adam and all Mother Earth, there are far better things on this planet to indite then about girls on the rebound.
Goosh!! The fact I 'm undertaking this wacko sicko dumbo topic blog write-up itself pukes but nevertheless.....
Apart from my grouches, and of being the unfairer gender, I intend to write and let it be known as I'm one person who cares NONE on issues of the so-called fairer sex - girls/ladies/woman/bitches/. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS TO HEART DEAR. YOU'LL ONLY APPEAR DUMBER.
GIRLS ON THE REBOUND --- geeeesss...is that a name or cliché to go by even?
First they think, crave, meet, fall, shag then get dumped. Then cry, lament, implode, self-pity and whine like a sick banshee. They then qualify for the 'rebound' status.
Youoooowwww .... How much more dumb do they get. Talk, nag and brag till paint peel does no good. They WILL pour or pout their blame like wet cement on everything that walks male. Point their finger at the male. Curse the male and lambaste them dickless.
Just in case you have no idea what the term "rebound" is - it simply means girls dumped by their hunks or whatever and go looking for another 'hunk' to get even, to vent anger or do 'whatever' all over again and proof the former it was a mistake of him to dump her. Some take it more than a bitter pill less cyanide. They WILL carry the vengeance in their hollow heads to their grave if they have to. How I dear hope they run and not be carried to their graves.
Girls on the rebound - they are a plenty out there. After a rebound incident, they become zombies in their own rights, idealess and everthing concerning male is liken to a spinoff of a disfigured 'Freddy Kruger' shrek.
Their hatred for men would start weighing heavier then concrete boulders. They've boundaries erected around them and will begin to hate every hair, look or attire men wear not realising their fathers are men too. Even a flintier of a sigh from a guy is seen as gargoyle's breath.
Some of these rebounds hate men to the extend for every men-word uttered, there is bound to be a four letter word follow-up. Some use all these four letter words not knowing when and where it fits most.
I have met a few rebounds. Sorry to say, I can never pity nor share their pity for the sole reason they went for looks and not any other in the guys. Better said now, guys with 'superrrrdooperrrr' looks are dorks. Remmy that. You'll only be wasting your time with such lamebrains. And the girls who chase such morons are the ones who'll soon be rebranded as rebounds.
The other reason, these dumbdork gals wana look super cool with their guys. Helloo, excuse me....you're a Malaysian for donkey's sake. The underlying statement of the day, Malaysians ain't cool. To look cool I got a suggestion -go sit beside the huge MacDonald clown at any Mac D restaurant, take a snap shot and download that in your Facebook. You will be cool Facebooked like forever. And don't go climb Mount Everst to claim your cool status either. You may need years of training while Nepalesse Sherpas (women) climb without the facility of oxygen in a bound.
Back...
Some teenagers or even youths go thru' these changes like cobras shedding skin. They don't realise how STUPID they look viewed from the other side of the closet. Sheer CAPITAL MORONS. No sense of direction. Speak only 1 language. Can't fathom simple logic and rudimentary science. Ape the cultureless. Breeding racism and telling others they're warm and friendly. Booo....whata hupla crap.
In a nutshell, sometimes when a girl gets ditched, I believe its a good thing for its when she finally starts growing a brain. And it’s a good thing too for society, one less hallucinating defunct moron.
Bingo....gottcha....
Goosh!! The fact I 'm undertaking this wacko sicko dumbo topic blog write-up itself pukes but nevertheless.....
Apart from my grouches, and of being the unfairer gender, I intend to write and let it be known as I'm one person who cares NONE on issues of the so-called fairer sex - girls/ladies/woman/bitches/. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS TO HEART DEAR. YOU'LL ONLY APPEAR DUMBER.
GIRLS ON THE REBOUND --- geeeesss...is that a name or cliché to go by even?
First they think, crave, meet, fall, shag then get dumped. Then cry, lament, implode, self-pity and whine like a sick banshee. They then qualify for the 'rebound' status.
Youoooowwww .... How much more dumb do they get. Talk, nag and brag till paint peel does no good. They WILL pour or pout their blame like wet cement on everything that walks male. Point their finger at the male. Curse the male and lambaste them dickless.
Just in case you have no idea what the term "rebound" is - it simply means girls dumped by their hunks or whatever and go looking for another 'hunk' to get even, to vent anger or do 'whatever' all over again and proof the former it was a mistake of him to dump her. Some take it more than a bitter pill less cyanide. They WILL carry the vengeance in their hollow heads to their grave if they have to. How I dear hope they run and not be carried to their graves.
Girls on the rebound - they are a plenty out there. After a rebound incident, they become zombies in their own rights, idealess and everthing concerning male is liken to a spinoff of a disfigured 'Freddy Kruger' shrek.
Their hatred for men would start weighing heavier then concrete boulders. They've boundaries erected around them and will begin to hate every hair, look or attire men wear not realising their fathers are men too. Even a flintier of a sigh from a guy is seen as gargoyle's breath.
Some of these rebounds hate men to the extend for every men-word uttered, there is bound to be a four letter word follow-up. Some use all these four letter words not knowing when and where it fits most.
I have met a few rebounds. Sorry to say, I can never pity nor share their pity for the sole reason they went for looks and not any other in the guys. Better said now, guys with 'superrrrdooperrrr' looks are dorks. Remmy that. You'll only be wasting your time with such lamebrains. And the girls who chase such morons are the ones who'll soon be rebranded as rebounds.
The other reason, these dumbdork gals wana look super cool with their guys. Helloo, excuse me....you're a Malaysian for donkey's sake. The underlying statement of the day, Malaysians ain't cool. To look cool I got a suggestion -go sit beside the huge MacDonald clown at any Mac D restaurant, take a snap shot and download that in your Facebook. You will be cool Facebooked like forever. And don't go climb Mount Everst to claim your cool status either. You may need years of training while Nepalesse Sherpas (women) climb without the facility of oxygen in a bound.
Back...
Some teenagers or even youths go thru' these changes like cobras shedding skin. They don't realise how STUPID they look viewed from the other side of the closet. Sheer CAPITAL MORONS. No sense of direction. Speak only 1 language. Can't fathom simple logic and rudimentary science. Ape the cultureless. Breeding racism and telling others they're warm and friendly. Booo....whata hupla crap.
In a nutshell, sometimes when a girl gets ditched, I believe its a good thing for its when she finally starts growing a brain. And it’s a good thing too for society, one less hallucinating defunct moron.
Bingo....gottcha....
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Then & Now...
THEN...
Look at the above building situated in Cyberjaya. Its a new Government Building
NOW...
Now, take a look at the same building after 3 months. Do you see the difference?
MALAYSIA BOLEH!!!!!!!!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Steven's Corner...www.stevenscorner.com.my
Why do I have these problems with eateries? What is it about me and restaurants that just don't jive?
I'm going to tell you my Steven's Corner gaffe or simply a donkey’s drama. This happened a few years ago and I totally forgot of this incident until a colleague spoke about the food he ate at Steven's Corner in Mid Valley.
But, mine is the one opposite Pantai Hospital at Pandan Indah - the corner lot. If you've not patroned this restaurant, I urge you please do. Let me NOT stop you because all I want is you to experience the chafe feeling I got the first and last time I 'ate' there.
I believe this eatery belongs to a Malaysian Hindu family run by a gang of Kung-fu brothers. (You have to see their outfit - same as Bruce Lee la). Psst... There is a gal too who I believe is the sister, equally skinny kung-fu bitchy material. So, you may ask if I was karate or kung-fued? No. It's worst. It was more going against the credo and motto of the restaurant.
Simple...this is WHAT happened - to ME.
I walked in, picked a cozy spot by the little hot stove not realizing there was food being micro-cooked.
Waiter come to me (An Indian - not Malaysian) and spoke Melayu. I get this a lot even from Hindus in Malaysia. Blame my late mum for the rebranding thing - me looking like Bangla.
Time: After dusk... 1900hrs or past or something.
Waiter: "Makan?"
Me : (looked around...being first time and all). "Nasi Goreng Biasa."
Waiter: Shook his head like helicopter blades. All Indians do that. "Ayaem? (more head shaking ) Sutong?"
Me : "Takpe...bagi biasa punye, takmau ayam, takmau sotong."
Waiter: now the whole body shaking in unison with his head. "tarak ...tarak."
I was kinda stunned. I asked why? He said, they serve Nasi Goreng either with ayam or sotong and insisted I eat with either or both. I was charred but kept my 'cool' and decided to bypass food and go for a simple teh-tarik.
Me : "Takpa...makan tamau. Teh tarik kecik."
Waiter: again the same helicopter spins of his head but at super accelerated rotations. "Kechi tarak, semeu besarrrr."
Me : I looked owled. “Besar takmau...I sonneted my tone higher - 'chinne' gelas in Tamil.” (chinne = small).
HE looked at me; the helicopter spin stopped and gave me the typical Indian 'calculate' look. He said, its past 7 and we don't serve drinks in small glasses. After 7 all big glasses.
Me: NUCLEAR SHOCKED. At this moment, I swear I asked myself - who is the customer actually?
I looked around and there were many with 'chinne' glasses of teh-tarik on their tables. I pointed to the others and said, "Why they can?"
He said they ordered before 7.
".....Oh dear Lord... pls forgive me for all my sins. I know not what i did. I only came to eat but never knew you would torture me to this extend....."
The waiter went quiet and started his helicopter head spin anti-clockwise.
I got up and said "I want to talk to your 'mottha-lallee' (boss)."
He smiled through his broken tooth, walked away and fetched his boss.
Boss (kung-fu attired): "Yes boss."
I relayed the whole incident to him.
Boss: Shook his head and said a firm "NO."
I got up, he half a foot shorter than me, said, "Do you serve what your customers want or you tell them what they should eat?"
I walked out of the restaurant, went home, and slept with my hunger. From that day I vowed never ever to dine or dunk myself at Steven's Corner. He may not feel any pinch, not even salt-pinch for losing a customer like me but if I were him, losing a customer is like losing my left arm.
Ohh...as I walked out of the restaurant, I said to him "SIOW aarrgh Luuu. Kelinga qui." He looked at me with hatred and I bet with regrets too. Why?
Only Hindus from Penang speak Hokkien to each other.
And he thought he and his Kung-fu siblings were the only ones from Tanjong.
But I have to admit, apart from the above, this restaurant is the only one I know belonging to a Hindu which is popularly partoned by non-Hindu customers. And please - don't take this as a vengeance and boycott this restaurant. Just because I don’t eat there, it does not mean no one else should.
Coming to the state of restaurants in Malaysia, even zoo animals are better served.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Ego and pride...
Ego and Pride - both should belong to the Devil. Don't ye agree. You better!
A friend relayed an episode to me on ego and pride of an incident that took place amongst his colleagues. He wanted me to blog it out. I decided to honour his request plain straight forward tho' I may take the ballistic lane in pointing or speaking my mind out.
Everyone is born with these two devilish traits. And you can't deny the ego they have and the pride breathing down on you when you meet such a person. I always wonder if such scums are born on the wrong side of life.
As I'm writing this, am thinking - is it sane to be egoistic. Or is it cool to be prideful. Or is it right to be both all the same time? Well!.....I don't know and I can't really say if both are okay but I do know ego and pride are temporary tangibles and in the short span of time it can bring about a whole lotta conundrums, misfire relationships and screw up someone else's life.
What makes a person grow ego or why should a person be egoistic at all?
Collins Webster says on ego - an inflated feeling of pride against others. Over consciousness of one self. And on pride - a feeling of self respect and personal worth.
Well! well! There may be two sides to this equation. Some may prefer to have both and live by it. Prolly they come from some high-life society, as they say in Malaysia "kerabat d'raja," or heredity or somesot. Maybe, they may feel being born to portray as such is genetical but on the contrary .... why?
This girl I know, a colleague befits such a scenario. Ego to the core and prideful to the skin. She hails almost from aristocracy family, born with riches and "Freemasonary" welfare.
The sad part is, she has no friends. None can tolerate her and she talks cuckoo at times. I really shouldn't say much about her as I only speak / talk / chat with her like none.
She is a scary person to be with. Highly temperamental or even mental. She has not realised her ego has killed everything she wishes she can stand for. What's prevalent is that - she is somewhat deranged from her past life. No one knows what that is and none bother either. She is beyond helpless.
End of story.
A friend relayed an episode to me on ego and pride of an incident that took place amongst his colleagues. He wanted me to blog it out. I decided to honour his request plain straight forward tho' I may take the ballistic lane in pointing or speaking my mind out.
Everyone is born with these two devilish traits. And you can't deny the ego they have and the pride breathing down on you when you meet such a person. I always wonder if such scums are born on the wrong side of life.
As I'm writing this, am thinking - is it sane to be egoistic. Or is it cool to be prideful. Or is it right to be both all the same time? Well!.....I don't know and I can't really say if both are okay but I do know ego and pride are temporary tangibles and in the short span of time it can bring about a whole lotta conundrums, misfire relationships and screw up someone else's life.
What makes a person grow ego or why should a person be egoistic at all?
Collins Webster says on ego - an inflated feeling of pride against others. Over consciousness of one self. And on pride - a feeling of self respect and personal worth.
Well! well! There may be two sides to this equation. Some may prefer to have both and live by it. Prolly they come from some high-life society, as they say in Malaysia "kerabat d'raja," or heredity or somesot. Maybe, they may feel being born to portray as such is genetical but on the contrary .... why?
This girl I know, a colleague befits such a scenario. Ego to the core and prideful to the skin. She hails almost from aristocracy family, born with riches and "Freemasonary" welfare.
The sad part is, she has no friends. None can tolerate her and she talks cuckoo at times. I really shouldn't say much about her as I only speak / talk / chat with her like none.
She is a scary person to be with. Highly temperamental or even mental. She has not realised her ego has killed everything she wishes she can stand for. What's prevalent is that - she is somewhat deranged from her past life. No one knows what that is and none bother either. She is beyond helpless.
End of story.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Currency spectacle...hoodwinking...
For the past few weeks, news of the economy in Malaysia has more-or-less been the same. Greece facing a meltdown crisis and the Ringgit is traded higher on the currency index.
It should be good news for traders and share brokers and all others along that line. We should flash our teeth and glee, rejoice over the strength of the Malaysian ringgit. Shouldn't we?
I don't know about you, but if you, like me been following the currency indexes, you would know all this is a farce, a hoodwinkin donkey's drama.
The simple question : How is it the GBP dropped from 6.++ to 4.++ against the Ringgit but not the other currencies. Singapore Dollar, for example still remains at 2.3++ and has never dropped. They keep telling the Ringgit has strengthen against the dollar. What dollar? Since when? Which Dollar are they talking about? The USD perhaps...but then if it is, why didnt it drop like the GBP. Its only logic if MYR is strong then all currencies SHOULD DROP its value. None dropped except GBP.
Dollar drop drastically?
Isn't all this another economy foolish nonsense. If the ringgit is strong, how come we are still buying and paying for our commodities through our noses. Shouldn't the Ringgit be something like 1.2++ against Singapore Dollars. But its not. The Ringgit has strengthened only against the GBP. Is the UK the only dumbcrap country in the world. But if you were to go to the UK today with all your MYR, am sorry to say you are gona get jolted outa ur skin. The GBP in UK is traded at or more-or-less 1 GBP --> RM6. But here in Malaysia, its 1 GBP ---> RM4.98. What bullshit is this? How is this possible?
Are our Malaysian economy geniuses telling us the Ringgit is so strong that the GBP has dropped from 6.++ to 4.++.
They may fool many as most Malaysians are fools anyway but someone like me like to ask : Can any rationale man tell me since when did Rnggit is only pitted against the GBP and not the other currencies. Sing and Brunei Dollars have remained the same like forever. The saddest part is we are still 0.30 to 0.60 cents cheaper than Thai Baht. This is the dumbest part of the Ringgit story.
Or is it BNM chose only to depreciate GBP and not the other currencies all because they want the GBP to favour them? Students in England should rejoice over the appreciating Ringgit but I doubt they even know about this. The windfall is only here in Malaysia. SINISTER.
What's more to come? Come what may.. the story never changes. As long as our worthless currency stay pauper against the giant currencies, Malaysians can never get to enjoy the comforts of Euro, USD or even the Pound.
It is not fair nor economic savvy to make the Ringgit to favour only a handful of people for their own welfare.
It should be good news for traders and share brokers and all others along that line. We should flash our teeth and glee, rejoice over the strength of the Malaysian ringgit. Shouldn't we?
I don't know about you, but if you, like me been following the currency indexes, you would know all this is a farce, a hoodwinkin donkey's drama.
The simple question : How is it the GBP dropped from 6.++ to 4.++ against the Ringgit but not the other currencies. Singapore Dollar, for example still remains at 2.3++ and has never dropped. They keep telling the Ringgit has strengthen against the dollar. What dollar? Since when? Which Dollar are they talking about? The USD perhaps...but then if it is, why didnt it drop like the GBP. Its only logic if MYR is strong then all currencies SHOULD DROP its value. None dropped except GBP.
Dollar drop drastically?
Isn't all this another economy foolish nonsense. If the ringgit is strong, how come we are still buying and paying for our commodities through our noses. Shouldn't the Ringgit be something like 1.2++ against Singapore Dollars. But its not. The Ringgit has strengthened only against the GBP. Is the UK the only dumbcrap country in the world. But if you were to go to the UK today with all your MYR, am sorry to say you are gona get jolted outa ur skin. The GBP in UK is traded at or more-or-less 1 GBP --> RM6. But here in Malaysia, its 1 GBP ---> RM4.98. What bullshit is this? How is this possible?
Are our Malaysian economy geniuses telling us the Ringgit is so strong that the GBP has dropped from 6.++ to 4.++.
They may fool many as most Malaysians are fools anyway but someone like me like to ask : Can any rationale man tell me since when did Rnggit is only pitted against the GBP and not the other currencies. Sing and Brunei Dollars have remained the same like forever. The saddest part is we are still 0.30 to 0.60 cents cheaper than Thai Baht. This is the dumbest part of the Ringgit story.
Or is it BNM chose only to depreciate GBP and not the other currencies all because they want the GBP to favour them? Students in England should rejoice over the appreciating Ringgit but I doubt they even know about this. The windfall is only here in Malaysia. SINISTER.
What's more to come? Come what may.. the story never changes. As long as our worthless currency stay pauper against the giant currencies, Malaysians can never get to enjoy the comforts of Euro, USD or even the Pound.
It is not fair nor economic savvy to make the Ringgit to favour only a handful of people for their own welfare.
Friday, May 07, 2010
Lethargic..
Lethargic --- deficient in alertness or activity.
The mind, isn't it a wonder. It has the ability to do everything and yet not complain. Or is it the brain? Cerebra to some but to most Malaysian, especially the present younger generation, it's more suited to a dustpan.
How many of us use this wonder super zillion gigabyte flawless hard-drive 'computer' to harness its strength. Malaysians would prefer NOT to use it at all. The reason being --- LAZY, INDOLENT, OTIOSE. SLOTH, SUPERFLUOUS.
The story of the brain is no work of art either. It goes way back even before Einstein had a brain. It goes far back to the times of the barbarians or even further to the early Neanderthals or long before the dinos.
Each day, with space age and all whatnot-ages coming into cohesion, society has been more like sitting on their fat arses in comfort zone relying NOT on their brain. Let the modern age feed them pampered.
Daily, we hear of innovations from our fellow homosapiens churning up new gadgets and gizmos like satay - hot on the arrival but loses its taste and appeal over exorbitant pricing and marketing henceforth slowly taken over by hybrid spin off intervention. Even hybrids from sister companies either from China or Hong Kong will somehow worm its way in and churn inventions within an invention. The work of the tireless brain. The few who dare challenge and venture.
Amongst Malaysian, the above hardly fits in. The use of the common brain in us is often neglected, never really put to use or make good use of it. In fact, it’s used for all the wrong reasons. I can pick numerous instances where society at large neglect to use their brainy common-sense or better said, have NOT learned to use it at all.
EXAMPLES :
1. Sign Board says : JANGAN BUANG SAMPAH.
The entire squatter would DUMB everything throwable including babies smack in front of that sign. Please tell me they did use the brain before dumping.
2.Sign Board says : KEEP OUR RIVERS CLEAN.
Wowowo....even cadavers can be found in our rivers.
3. Sign says : DO NOT STICK BILL.
You will find Al Long stickers everywhere.
4. Sign says : DON'T SPIT - Need I say more? Heh!... Don't blame us. We're only Malaysians.
We, the Malaysians are more alert to gossips and the brain responds to gossips like the blink of an eye. And these gossips can leap and travel faster than Superman and most are all about NOT ourselves. It's either about our neighbour or the eloped girl or the newlywed couple who quarreled on their wedding night or the husband who has got the 'hots' for the wife's sister or even who-did-what-to-whom hide-and-seek lovers. The list is ever so popular in many ways. It is always about others. PLEASE tell me they are thinking hard!
The better part of these gossips is to amplify cheap second hand slapstick and clichés often spoken by the immediate masses. None of it is worthy of talk or even mention but people are so into it like pudding to jelly. Malaysians can and have built their lives on sheer gossips and many live to ensure these gossips go digital too - email. I do admit I gossip but not to the extend to live, eat and sleep with it. Gossipers get stressed and even seek MCs. It’s amazing how the human brain responds to gossips like a nasi-to-lemak.
Whats more - who needs the brain to think away from such unhealthy and insalubrious rumour frenzy mongerings. Why can't they spend time to read something and rumour monger that. Talk is cheap and word of mouth culture is ever so prominent in our society. But can we be blamed for our sad half-wit lifestyles? Don't we all crave to be rumour mongered and be in the limelight all the same time. Malaysian artists stand good example as far as cheap gossips are concern and our morning papers splash them like killer news. We kill ourselves and our younger generation with cheap stardom and unwarranted publicity. Sometimes, I would like to believe such gossips are even debated in Parliament. I wish my toes can join me to laugh at such gaffes.
Did you know most Malaysians never feed the brain? All they feed is thy selves with fat rich carbo and caffeine stained tonic. You may question - what food does the brain need? Scientifically, its blackcurrant or even dates or prunes but to a lame quintessential person like me, I'd say READING. Reading is all what the brain needs. Sad, some don't even do that after a decade of education. I know a girl who chances my blog everyday not to read but to see if I had posted any pictures.
I ask why she does not read. She said, "Ohh...reading is boringggggggg.." and she stressed the 'g' like chewed wriggley gum all the same making me look like a dumbrat.
The human brain is an ever living cell that needs to be fed daily else it will grow LETHARGIC, DUMB, or even INNATE. If you don't believe in this "myth" by now...PLEASE STOP reading this blog.
The brain grows smarter, more alert and witty when it is fed with words, sentences, adjectives, nouns, verb, colour and all that that comes along when one reads. Malaysians, mostly never do that. They rather feed their tummies and grow like pregnant pigs.
Pity the brain, when it needs 'food,' it craves and this is when one need to know words like Books, Library, Internet, Magazines, Encyclopedia and so on and so forth....but those words are turned into irrelevant mode thus making the brain irrelevant as well.
My late father was the inspiration behind my reading and later writing habits. He did teach me to learn and love the English Language and till to date I still adhere to his simple but profound way of reading and learning. Each time when I use to approach my late father during his lull periods, he would be slouching in his ease chair reading. That's all he did, but never wrote anything. My father would read a book 3 times the minimum. "Freedom at Midnight" - he read it more than 10 times.
I asked, "You read the same book... all the time?" This was me asking him before the reading habit sank in.
He said, "Each time you read a book, it will tell you something you missed reading earlier.: He was so right.
Later, he indirectly and subtly cringed me when he said, "you don't read, you can't possibly know what I'm saying." My late father burnt me cold that morning and I vowed to myself to READ no matter what it takes a year or two to finish a book. And I've kept that promise alive till now.
Yes, I've tried it, and yes reading a book more than once does make sense. My late father was right. Reading once is reading, reading twice the same book is harnessing, reading third is invoking. Try it. You've no idea the capacity of the human brain until you make it work for you.
The common mans says, "Tired la. Can't think. My mind need a break."
There is no such thing as the mind needing a break. In fact the brain is gravely underutilized. Almost 99.9% of the human brain of an individual is NEVER used. Hmmm!....I read this somewhere in a medical journal while waiting for the doctors in a clinic.
Uri Geller used his kinetic mind prowess to bend metal spoons and forks. How? Could he have invoked or provoked his brain to go beyond 3rd dimensional thinking and kinetic telescoping.
Western society spend hours reading - in trains, buses, parks, cafes e.t.c ...e.t.c. How did they learn to embrace such knowledge craving habitual culture?
In Australia I was told, children as young as two in kindergardens are taught to 'cook.' You may wonder how? Well! It’s not the cooking but getting the tots to know and feel the 'kitchen' jungle is what the Aussies teach their young ones at that tender age. Imagine.... young two year olds are put to test beyond their boundaries at a tender age.
In Malaysia, University students don't have the habit of reading. Even if they read, it will be either for their studies or gossip and dumb trendy magazines. Many, I've met and spoken with can't even comprehend words like kidnap or even retro. These are the future generation of teachers and yet at this stage they still have not cultivated the reading habit or the want to learn more 'habit'.
I do laugh at such stooges when I meet them, or even eavesdrop on them and I ask - what good is a school in Malaysia when they can't speak or fathom the dual-language doctrine.
But then again, there are Malaysians, I know who speak, read and write more than 4 languages. Kudos to them.... I wish I was at least half of that.
And there are Malaysians who read read and read for the sheer craving but sadly they comprise a minuscule lot.
Again.... rest ma case.
The mind, isn't it a wonder. It has the ability to do everything and yet not complain. Or is it the brain? Cerebra to some but to most Malaysian, especially the present younger generation, it's more suited to a dustpan.
How many of us use this wonder super zillion gigabyte flawless hard-drive 'computer' to harness its strength. Malaysians would prefer NOT to use it at all. The reason being --- LAZY, INDOLENT, OTIOSE. SLOTH, SUPERFLUOUS.
The story of the brain is no work of art either. It goes way back even before Einstein had a brain. It goes far back to the times of the barbarians or even further to the early Neanderthals or long before the dinos.
Each day, with space age and all whatnot-ages coming into cohesion, society has been more like sitting on their fat arses in comfort zone relying NOT on their brain. Let the modern age feed them pampered.
Daily, we hear of innovations from our fellow homosapiens churning up new gadgets and gizmos like satay - hot on the arrival but loses its taste and appeal over exorbitant pricing and marketing henceforth slowly taken over by hybrid spin off intervention. Even hybrids from sister companies either from China or Hong Kong will somehow worm its way in and churn inventions within an invention. The work of the tireless brain. The few who dare challenge and venture.
Amongst Malaysian, the above hardly fits in. The use of the common brain in us is often neglected, never really put to use or make good use of it. In fact, it’s used for all the wrong reasons. I can pick numerous instances where society at large neglect to use their brainy common-sense or better said, have NOT learned to use it at all.
EXAMPLES :
1. Sign Board says : JANGAN BUANG SAMPAH.
The entire squatter would DUMB everything throwable including babies smack in front of that sign. Please tell me they did use the brain before dumping.
2.Sign Board says : KEEP OUR RIVERS CLEAN.
Wowowo....even cadavers can be found in our rivers.
3. Sign says : DO NOT STICK BILL.
You will find Al Long stickers everywhere.
4. Sign says : DON'T SPIT - Need I say more? Heh!... Don't blame us. We're only Malaysians.
We, the Malaysians are more alert to gossips and the brain responds to gossips like the blink of an eye. And these gossips can leap and travel faster than Superman and most are all about NOT ourselves. It's either about our neighbour or the eloped girl or the newlywed couple who quarreled on their wedding night or the husband who has got the 'hots' for the wife's sister or even who-did-what-to-whom hide-and-seek lovers. The list is ever so popular in many ways. It is always about others. PLEASE tell me they are thinking hard!
The better part of these gossips is to amplify cheap second hand slapstick and clichés often spoken by the immediate masses. None of it is worthy of talk or even mention but people are so into it like pudding to jelly. Malaysians can and have built their lives on sheer gossips and many live to ensure these gossips go digital too - email. I do admit I gossip but not to the extend to live, eat and sleep with it. Gossipers get stressed and even seek MCs. It’s amazing how the human brain responds to gossips like a nasi-to-lemak.
Whats more - who needs the brain to think away from such unhealthy and insalubrious rumour frenzy mongerings. Why can't they spend time to read something and rumour monger that. Talk is cheap and word of mouth culture is ever so prominent in our society. But can we be blamed for our sad half-wit lifestyles? Don't we all crave to be rumour mongered and be in the limelight all the same time. Malaysian artists stand good example as far as cheap gossips are concern and our morning papers splash them like killer news. We kill ourselves and our younger generation with cheap stardom and unwarranted publicity. Sometimes, I would like to believe such gossips are even debated in Parliament. I wish my toes can join me to laugh at such gaffes.
Did you know most Malaysians never feed the brain? All they feed is thy selves with fat rich carbo and caffeine stained tonic. You may question - what food does the brain need? Scientifically, its blackcurrant or even dates or prunes but to a lame quintessential person like me, I'd say READING. Reading is all what the brain needs. Sad, some don't even do that after a decade of education. I know a girl who chances my blog everyday not to read but to see if I had posted any pictures.
I ask why she does not read. She said, "Ohh...reading is boringggggggg.." and she stressed the 'g' like chewed wriggley gum all the same making me look like a dumbrat.
The human brain is an ever living cell that needs to be fed daily else it will grow LETHARGIC, DUMB, or even INNATE. If you don't believe in this "myth" by now...PLEASE STOP reading this blog.
The brain grows smarter, more alert and witty when it is fed with words, sentences, adjectives, nouns, verb, colour and all that that comes along when one reads. Malaysians, mostly never do that. They rather feed their tummies and grow like pregnant pigs.
Pity the brain, when it needs 'food,' it craves and this is when one need to know words like Books, Library, Internet, Magazines, Encyclopedia and so on and so forth....but those words are turned into irrelevant mode thus making the brain irrelevant as well.
My late father was the inspiration behind my reading and later writing habits. He did teach me to learn and love the English Language and till to date I still adhere to his simple but profound way of reading and learning. Each time when I use to approach my late father during his lull periods, he would be slouching in his ease chair reading. That's all he did, but never wrote anything. My father would read a book 3 times the minimum. "Freedom at Midnight" - he read it more than 10 times.
I asked, "You read the same book... all the time?" This was me asking him before the reading habit sank in.
He said, "Each time you read a book, it will tell you something you missed reading earlier.: He was so right.
Later, he indirectly and subtly cringed me when he said, "you don't read, you can't possibly know what I'm saying." My late father burnt me cold that morning and I vowed to myself to READ no matter what it takes a year or two to finish a book. And I've kept that promise alive till now.
Yes, I've tried it, and yes reading a book more than once does make sense. My late father was right. Reading once is reading, reading twice the same book is harnessing, reading third is invoking. Try it. You've no idea the capacity of the human brain until you make it work for you.
The common mans says, "Tired la. Can't think. My mind need a break."
There is no such thing as the mind needing a break. In fact the brain is gravely underutilized. Almost 99.9% of the human brain of an individual is NEVER used. Hmmm!....I read this somewhere in a medical journal while waiting for the doctors in a clinic.
Uri Geller used his kinetic mind prowess to bend metal spoons and forks. How? Could he have invoked or provoked his brain to go beyond 3rd dimensional thinking and kinetic telescoping.
Western society spend hours reading - in trains, buses, parks, cafes e.t.c ...e.t.c. How did they learn to embrace such knowledge craving habitual culture?
In Australia I was told, children as young as two in kindergardens are taught to 'cook.' You may wonder how? Well! It’s not the cooking but getting the tots to know and feel the 'kitchen' jungle is what the Aussies teach their young ones at that tender age. Imagine.... young two year olds are put to test beyond their boundaries at a tender age.
In Malaysia, University students don't have the habit of reading. Even if they read, it will be either for their studies or gossip and dumb trendy magazines. Many, I've met and spoken with can't even comprehend words like kidnap or even retro. These are the future generation of teachers and yet at this stage they still have not cultivated the reading habit or the want to learn more 'habit'.
I do laugh at such stooges when I meet them, or even eavesdrop on them and I ask - what good is a school in Malaysia when they can't speak or fathom the dual-language doctrine.
But then again, there are Malaysians, I know who speak, read and write more than 4 languages. Kudos to them.... I wish I was at least half of that.
And there are Malaysians who read read and read for the sheer craving but sadly they comprise a minuscule lot.
Again.... rest ma case.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Labour Day...
Its Labour Day today.
I really can't think of anything to write less frown when labour in Malaysia is spelt in many different crude ways.
Our labour law sucks. We still work today. No recognition what-so-ever.
Suffer the blue collar.
I really can't think of anything to write less frown when labour in Malaysia is spelt in many different crude ways.
Our labour law sucks. We still work today. No recognition what-so-ever.
Suffer the blue collar.