Thursday, March 31, 2011
Radioactive ... the effects. .
Follow up to the nuclear disaster in Fukushima, Japan ...
Nuclear waste can last for almost 500,000 years. That's a bloody long time to live and die. And its effect is equally hellish.
Malaysia is planning to build 2 nuclear power plants....and I like to believe both will be built by the shores of the two states controlled by the opposition parties, PAS and DAP. So the plants will be built in Penang and Kelantan.
Before we say aye aye to that..let's take a look at the effects of nuclear radiation on children for a start...
Nuclear waste can last for almost 500,000 years. That's a bloody long time to live and die. And its effect is equally hellish.
Malaysia is planning to build 2 nuclear power plants....and I like to believe both will be built by the shores of the two states controlled by the opposition parties, PAS and DAP. So the plants will be built in Penang and Kelantan.
Before we say aye aye to that..let's take a look at the effects of nuclear radiation on children for a start...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
African Scam 2 ...
Follow up to my “African Scam Blown”
There's a new scam now employed by Africans often taking place in crowded malls.
This new one's plain simple and straight but even with this, many females somehow have fallen for it. It’s now rampant in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
This is how it goes ...
1. You’ll be approached in a crowded mall with a gift. The gift's usually in a way of glass vase or porcelain china. It'll look expensive. The giver will say it’s a treasure unearthed from a sunken shipwreck off the coast of some god forsaken ocean only a Pirate will know some 100 years ago. And priceless.
2. You'll be asked to look for potential buyers to do a resale later into the market. All sorts of market gimmicks and connections will be told to you making you to believe it’s real. These Africans will come up with documented evidences to tell you the shipwreck was real and a great team of marine archaeologist spent millions of dollars risking their lives to unearth all these treasures.
3. As you’re looking at the vase or china, a passerby will stop by you and pretend to know about vases and china and immediately will take an interest in the gift. This is where the scam starts.
4. The passerby will be so interested in the gift, will ask for the price and pester you to sell. She'll challenge you to give her the 'treasure' if you're not willing to believe in it. This will make you feel the vase /china is all genuine and haggle over the price.
5. The African will pretend to argue with the passerby and shooo her away then tell you that even people on the streets recognize the “price” and the “genuine” of the vase/china.
6. Then, you'll be asked to promote and invest into the promotion and the sale of the “treasure” and eventually get cheated with your belongings.
(Do note: At this time, most women who fall for this are those elderly ones with lots of savings and looking for investments. These Africans know where to look for as they're always hanging around banks scrutinizing on the bank customers.)
At the time I'm writing this, a prominent business lady who actually sells vases and chinaware lost RM500,000.00 (USD165,000.00) to the Africans.
So ladies, if you’re reading this… BEWARE of any stranger approaching you with gifts.
Believe me…if there's any vase or china all that expensive, NO ONE will part it with you or with anyone.
Think about it.
I personally believe there's more than just about vases and Chinas.
Monday, March 28, 2011
New Office...
I've moved. Pics of my new office and surroundings. I should be feeling like in HEAVEN but am not... don't know why!
view from the main entrance ...
from my cubicle ...
my cubicle...
fm my cubicle - right side view
fm my cubicle - after the entrance
the entrance ...
the dept ...
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| cafeteria |
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| view of cafeteria |
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| cubicles |
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| view fm the other end |
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| cabinets |
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| meeting rooms |
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| other walkways |
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| cubicles |
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| main entrance walkway |
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| a corridor with a view |
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| view from inside out |
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| view of main entrance |
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| corridor |
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| main entrance to office |
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| a view into the green |
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| the boardroom |
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Japs...
What's it like being a Japanese?
What's it like being a Japanese after an aftermath?
What's it like being a Japanese after a triple aftermath - earthquake, tsunami and a nuclear disaster..
Read on...
Extracted from various sources
I saw an old lady at a bakery shop. It was past the closing time. She was giving out free bread. At times like this, the Japs are trying to find what they can do to warm the hearts of grief-stricken victims.
Supermarket - items had fallen off the shelves. People picked them and placed them back neatly on the shelves. They then went quietly and stood in line to buy food. Instead of creating panic and buying as much as needed, they bought little for their needs. How I wish I was a Japanese.
I saw a lady hold a sign that said, "Please use our toilet." They opened their homes for strangers to use their restrooms. Tears welled up as I saw humanity in her.
At Disneyland candles were given out. School girls rushed and grabbed many. I was quizzed. They then ran over to the children's evacuation center and handed it to them. That was a sweet gesture. They were always thinking of others.
My co-worker wanted to help. So he wrote a sign: "If you're okay with motor cycle, I'll drive you to your house." He stood in the cold with that sign. And then I saw him take one gentleman home, all the way to Tokorozawa! I was so moved. I felt like I wanted to help others too but I couldn't. I don't have a Japanese heart.
A high school boy was saved because he climbed up the roof of a department store during the flood. He saw people below him, trying to frantically climb up the roof. All he could do was keep filming them so their loved ones could later identify them. He still hasn't been able to reach his own parents but he says, "Its nobody's fault. There is no one to blame. We have to stay strong."
Gas was shortage. Gas stations couldn't pump gas. I was worried, since I was behind 15 cars. Finally, when it was my turn, the man at the pump smiled and said, "Because of the situation, we are only giving $30 worth gas per each person. Is that all right?"
An old woman on a train said: "Blackouts are no problem for me. I'm used to saving electricity and turning off lights. At least, this time we don't have bombs flying over our heads. I'm willing happily to shut off my electricity!" Everyone around nodded their agreement.
When I grow older, I am going to tell my children and grandchildren: "When your grandma was young, there was a big earthquake in Japan which brought the world to one. And everyone worked so hard to help support each other and everyone was shining."
To be able to tell that story, I'm going to work hard in rebuilding my life. The unbinding Japanese spirit.
In Korea, a Japanese man took a cab ride and when it was time to pay, the driver refused and said: "You are Japanese, yes?" Yes. "When you go back to Japan, please donate my fee." Beyond nationality or politics, we are all the same.
I saw a man at the evacuation center crying when people brought food to him. It was the first time in 3 days food had been delivered to their center. But his next words surprised me. "I am very grateful we are provided with food. But, the city next to us they are not receiving any food at all. Please go to that center as well." The Japanese brotherhood.
An old man at the evacuation shelter said, "What's going to happen now?" Then a pink-cheeked school boy sitting next to him said, "Don't worry! When we grow up we promise to do things much better." While saying this, he was rubbing the old man's back. And when I was listening to that conversation, I felt hope. There is a bright future, on the other side of this crisis.
As the Japanese ambassador to Malaysia said, "We will rise just like the Rising Sun."
Never have I seen nor heard the spirit of the human work to that extend like the People of Japan.
What's it like being a Japanese after an aftermath?
What's it like being a Japanese after a triple aftermath - earthquake, tsunami and a nuclear disaster..
Read on...
Extracted from various sources
I saw an old lady at a bakery shop. It was past the closing time. She was giving out free bread. At times like this, the Japs are trying to find what they can do to warm the hearts of grief-stricken victims.
Supermarket - items had fallen off the shelves. People picked them and placed them back neatly on the shelves. They then went quietly and stood in line to buy food. Instead of creating panic and buying as much as needed, they bought little for their needs. How I wish I was a Japanese.
I saw a lady hold a sign that said, "Please use our toilet." They opened their homes for strangers to use their restrooms. Tears welled up as I saw humanity in her.
At Disneyland candles were given out. School girls rushed and grabbed many. I was quizzed. They then ran over to the children's evacuation center and handed it to them. That was a sweet gesture. They were always thinking of others.
My co-worker wanted to help. So he wrote a sign: "If you're okay with motor cycle, I'll drive you to your house." He stood in the cold with that sign. And then I saw him take one gentleman home, all the way to Tokorozawa! I was so moved. I felt like I wanted to help others too but I couldn't. I don't have a Japanese heart.
A high school boy was saved because he climbed up the roof of a department store during the flood. He saw people below him, trying to frantically climb up the roof. All he could do was keep filming them so their loved ones could later identify them. He still hasn't been able to reach his own parents but he says, "Its nobody's fault. There is no one to blame. We have to stay strong."
Gas was shortage. Gas stations couldn't pump gas. I was worried, since I was behind 15 cars. Finally, when it was my turn, the man at the pump smiled and said, "Because of the situation, we are only giving $30 worth gas per each person. Is that all right?"
An old woman on a train said: "Blackouts are no problem for me. I'm used to saving electricity and turning off lights. At least, this time we don't have bombs flying over our heads. I'm willing happily to shut off my electricity!" Everyone around nodded their agreement.
When I grow older, I am going to tell my children and grandchildren: "When your grandma was young, there was a big earthquake in Japan which brought the world to one. And everyone worked so hard to help support each other and everyone was shining."
To be able to tell that story, I'm going to work hard in rebuilding my life. The unbinding Japanese spirit.
In Korea, a Japanese man took a cab ride and when it was time to pay, the driver refused and said: "You are Japanese, yes?" Yes. "When you go back to Japan, please donate my fee." Beyond nationality or politics, we are all the same.
I saw a man at the evacuation center crying when people brought food to him. It was the first time in 3 days food had been delivered to their center. But his next words surprised me. "I am very grateful we are provided with food. But, the city next to us they are not receiving any food at all. Please go to that center as well." The Japanese brotherhood.
An old man at the evacuation shelter said, "What's going to happen now?" Then a pink-cheeked school boy sitting next to him said, "Don't worry! When we grow up we promise to do things much better." While saying this, he was rubbing the old man's back. And when I was listening to that conversation, I felt hope. There is a bright future, on the other side of this crisis.
As the Japanese ambassador to Malaysia said, "We will rise just like the Rising Sun."
Never have I seen nor heard the spirit of the human work to that extend like the People of Japan.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa ...
I guess another Malaysian daft fool is trying to follow the 1 Malaysia concept...
I mean for crying out loud, did they honestly sat and thought of even making this movie?? I guess they had nothing to fry then fry their boredom.
Another Malaysia Boleh Hupla Nonsense.
Monday, March 21, 2011
A life's figment ...
I don’t fancy writing about myself - coz it ain’t worth it.
But sometimes, I do have to. Need to get the “x-file factors” out of my chest.
Looking at things around me going astray, and things that got out of hand off lately, I need to enforce my authority on my family to whatever length it takes. I need to move on with what’s left of my life as thinking and pondering over what has brewed over me for the last 30 years or so beckons nothing to savour. My life is one tasteless journey, bitter to bits. I don’t have anything to look forward to except to a six feet by 3 feet rectangular box pushed into the furnace and engulfed to ashes.
We all have problems. Me too. Mine, sad to say is larger than headaches.
You see ... my late parents never liked me and this ain’t no family secret.
My late mother never liked me as a person and kept family secrets away from me. As a son she felt it’s not worth telling me. My late brother was her dear pet but at 21 he took the last boat out of town into the afterlife. My late father, somewhat a racist like his father, began to hate me much later in his life for making him admit his mistakes. In fact he should hate me for no father would like his son to chastise and despise his father’s race and creed. I know I’m to be all blamed for denigrating my father but then am I wrong to be blamed to vent my opinion of another that so a family member.
My elder sister was my late father’s pet right up to his passing. But along the growing up of us siblings, father began to hate my youngest sibling and thus my elder sister became his sole and only pet.
My late brother was another harrowing story. Both him and my late father were "CSI plus Law and Order." From dawn till dusk, it was police and thieves. Only my brother’s passing brought him to his senses on how foolish he has been. It was all too late by then.
You would have noticed everything here is briefed as late. Such is the “late” stage of my family.
As such was the scenario, I grew up with demons in the way of aunts and more aunts. Not much love and direction. In fact, I never craved anything from my parents or from anyone. I swallowed the bitter pill at a tender age never to ask anything unless given. I wasn’t a keen son / nephew / grandson of the family. The hatred over me was immense. Till today I haven’t got the faintest idea why. The funny thing is I was always under the impression all this little little scourges were a blessing in disguise. Indeed it was. I’ve only begun to realize my childhood misgivings had actually made me into a better Frankenstein. And I’ve never fretted over that- not now and will never. However, I do know I was the weird quiet solemn trend setter of the family. And even this did not go well with the adults of the family.
I was always against the grain. I can never understand why the abnormal can’t be a norm and normal. I was the one asking all the weird questions. I still do. This often irked my late mother like crazy. I couldn’t believe in religion. I was unorthodox with my ways and with my self –in school, exams, games, thinking, talking, eating and even sleeping. I always slept flat dead on the cement without any pillows. My forearm was my pillow and cushion. Not only did all of me not go well with my late parents but my late grandmother too.
Ohh! Talk about my late grandmother – long before there was tsunami, there was my grandmother. End of story.
Imagine this -daily, I’m hated so much until I never knew what love is. I couldn’t grow love. Never knew how to transcend it either. I am now more of a Frankenstein. Every girl/lady/woman I chat up with (apart from family members (most I hate anyway) and close friends), I begin to hate them after 2 seconds of chat and ensure they hate me back. I apply Newton’s third law of gravity. Oh boy! How I love Newton.
But my mother, tho the ill feelings towards me, was a germ of a lady. All mothers are anyway.
So now, both my parents have passed on, and I’m now left alone with younger sister. The elder after she deemed us as "untouchables" I decided to sever all ties with her and her family. What good is a sister when out of the blue decides all must subject to her stupidity?
I mean what else can a misogynist Frankenstein like me do?
Over a short period in one evening, family values boiled over. Hatred in every language and gesture known in my family were Frisbeed at each other. Every one of us siblings screamed like steaming kettles. I for one was reliving my childhood nightmares with my siblings. I guess the neighbours were laughing at us. Sometimes it’s nadir to let pots and pans fly out of the house and to let neighbours know a world war zenith is taking place in my family. Embarrassing as it was but ... a family at war is a family at war. None can be done or said. End of story again.
I’m no saint. And I don’t want to be either but I need to show exemplary values to my growing nieces and nephews. I really now couldn’t care less for family ties or relations anymore. Others may have their version of family-war, mine is purely simple and straight -keep all family values intact no matter if I’ve to face Lucifer itself.
I don’t want to instil fear into the future generation of my family - how good or bad they’re. I don’t want to see others live my life in front of me and grow into a gargoyle. It will make me cringe, burn and cry inside. No one SHOULD experience what I had. Absolutely NO ONE.
Mine wasn’t life no kid should know. I was spawned like lava not life.
End of story. No more.
