Attack of the killer kleptoids

Dean Johns
2 Dec 2009

Trying to make sense of the political scenario in Malaysia is always a surreal experience. But at times it all seems so far-fetched and flat-out fantastic that I think I must have lost the plot.

Or else that I've actually been asleep all this time, trapped in some bizarre nightmare based on replays of all those hair-raising old Hollywood horror movies I used to frighten myself silly by sitting through.

At times like these I get desperate for some kind of reality check. So you can imagine how grateful I feel to the likes of Barry Wain, with his new biography of Dr Mahathir Mohamad, for reassuring me that the doctor isn't some scary childhood movie memory or figment of my fevered imagination, but is actually, if incredibly, the former long-time prime minister of Malaysia.

And that the Frankenstein monster the doctor created isn't just some filmic fable, but a real-life political machine that's still rampaging around the country wreaking havoc wherever it goes and indulging its insatiable appetite by devouring whatever it can get its hands on.

If you'd believe Barry Wain, and why wouldn't you, as long as he works for neither the Malaysian nor Singapore mainstream press, the BN machine has swallowed RM100 billion of Malaysians' money in the past 25 of its 52 years in power.

And according to Time magazine, economist Daniel Lian of Morgan Stanley Singpore estimates it's consumed about three times the amount estimated by Wain, or US$100 billion.

Here, in case you missed them, are a few highlights of this saga of monumental theft, fraud and embezzlement:
· Bumiputra Malaysia Finance (BMF) swindle: US$1 billion.
· Bank Negara foreign-exchange fiasco: RM20 billion.
· Extra BMF bailouts: US$600 million.
· Perwaja Steel bankruptcy: US$ 800 million.
· Maminco tin market manipulation: US$500 million.
· Bank Islam non-performing loans scam: RM2.2 billion.
· Highway concessionaire bailouts: RM38.5 billion.
· Mirzan Mahathir's MISC rescue: RM600 million.
· Port Klang Free Zone scandal: RM12 billion

If that's not enough plundered billions to make you bilious, don't worry. It's just the tip of the iceberg. Or should I make that ‘heistberg'? Whatever, it's a considerable quantity of loot for a government to steal from its citizens.

Heart-breaking human cost

How the Malaysian people have tolerated being robbed on such an epic scale for so long I can't begin to guess. Why so many millions of them never stopped voting for the doctor or his successors, or never chased any of them, King Kong-like, up to the top of the Twin Towers to his downfall and doom is a total mystery.

Unless, of course, that like me they've been assuming that the whole thing was so unbelievable that it must be just a movie, and gone on scoffing their popcorn and kuaci as though the horror would eventually end and they could safely return from this harsh reel world to an altogether happier real one.

Or maybe they were thinking that, as long it was only money the monster was after, they'd be safe if they let it have its fill, and that with luck they might score their share of any small change that happened to slip through its fingers.

What they failed to realise, however, is that the BN money-chomping monster's been in league all along with those other fixtures of this long-running Malaysian fright-flick, the werewolves of the police and MACC, the body-snatchers of the internal security ministry, the vampires of commerce, contracting and the civil service, and the droids of the mainstream media.

With a monster cast this creepy to contend with, it's no wonder so many otherwise potentially sentient citizens have been turned into such political and ethical zombies.

With the watchdogs of the law at their throats, thousands of blood-suckers with their fangs in their necks and hundreds of make-believe journalists busy blinding their eyes, deafening their ears and dumbing their minds, some people are bound to get somewhat confused.

Which brings us to the fact that the tragedy is not so much the amount of money, land and other public property that BN and its minions have stolen and continue to steal but the heart-breaking human cost of it all.

The financial toll taken by the police, MACC and judiciary in corruption is chicken-feed compared with the priceless protections and trust that they've stolen from the people, not to mention the countless lives they've stolen from ‘suspects' in staged ‘shootouts' and ‘questioning' in custody.

Revenge of the voters

The billions looted and squandered by the government and its cronies are nothing compared with the human rights, educations, opportunities, hopes, dreams and futures they've stolen from Malaysians born on the ‘wrong' side of the screen that the ideologues of BN have erected between the races and religions on which to play their wayang kulit of 1Malaysia.

And now, having skinned the Malaysians alive in every conceivable fashion from financial to spiritual, they've had the hide to introduce a goods and services tax, thus adding even more to the swag of oil and tax revenues that BN has traditionally siphoned-off from behind the impenetrable screen of the official secrets act.

They're also, I see, still paying Najib Abdul Razak's airfare and considerable expenses to go around the world robbing Malaysia of even more of its Mahathir-ravaged international reputation with remarks like his recent one in New York that "Malaysia's message of reforms and transformation must be told to foreign investors".

Who does he think he's kidding about Malaysia as long as it's still business as usual for him and his gang of BN bandits? Doesn't he realise that embassies and high commissions report the truth back to their home governments?

And that trade commissioners and reputable global financial media keep investors informed of the larcenies of national governments like Malaysia's?

Sometimes I think Najib's recited his script so often he's started to almost believe it himself.

I certainly hope so. Because the more over-confident that he and his coalition cronies become that their ‘Attack of the Killer Kleptoids' production is set to run permanently, the more shocked they'll be by its inevitable sequel, ‘Revenge of the Voters from Hell'

Sad road to Seetha's suicide

HELEN ANG is a Malaysiakini columnist. Below is her article in Malaysiakini

I wrote the article below before news broke of Seetha's passing. May she rest in peace. My prayers for her.

Words cannot hope to convey the plight of R Seetha (photo) who is in critical condition after her suicide bid. Mine are hopelessly inadequate and I can only offer them in sympathy hearing that Seetha might die. Ingesting paraquat like she did causes liver, lung, heart or kidney failure within several days that can result in death.

In 2006, another young Indian woman M Sanggita took her four children to Sungei Gadut near Seremban to wait for the train to Singapore. The family was not going for a holiday but to their deaths.

Can you imagine such a state of mind where having the train run over you seems better than living? Sanggita, 30, and two of her children were killed that July day lying across the railway tracks.

“There is no use for all of us to live. I pity my kids. They have no future here. Let us be with God,” pleaded Sanggita in her suicide note.

She lamented that she could find no solace. “If given the opportunity, we would all come back as angels to help those in need,” the note ended. Like Sanggita, Seetha lived also in Negri Sembilan and perhaps angels did watch over her four children. Thankfully, they will – we're hopeful – pull through after sipping the weed killer given by their mother.

Some people have called for Seetha to be charged with attempted murder.

It's been reported that Seetha promised her children that if they drank the poison, they could meet their youngest uncle again who had been gunned down by police. I don't think Seetha had it in mind to brutally kill her children – certainly not in the same way that police had done her brother Surendran.

Doubtless, I cannot claim to fathom what was going through her mind that tipped her over the edge. But neither can those condemning her imagine what Seetha has had to endure in her short life thus far. From the story fragments that have come to public knowledge, we can at best speculate.

A closed Tamil society

Seetha's husband M Manimaran said his wife had told him that she wanted to see the departed Surendran and be with him.
Her father R Rampathy (far left) in his police report had said: “Seetha terlalu sayang kepada Surendran. Dia selalu nangis di hadapan gambar Surendran yang meninggal.”

The picture they paint is one of a woman consumed by inconsolable grief. For most of us, we lose our loved ones to old age or they succumb to natural causes. For the Tamil underclass like Seetha, death can visit a male sibling in a hail of bullets or occurring in the police lock-up. This comes about due to the chronic socio-economic deprivation of the community.

So, no, those comfortable armchair critics of Seetha can't even begin to comprehend her anguish and the perennial dark cloud hanging when one is mired in poverty. Her father is a security guard; her husband a lorry driver. Both are low status and low pay jobs.

Seetha is a housewife; her mother is a housewife. A feminine shroud encloses homemakers in the still highly patriarchal Tamil society. The women's limited life experience may not have allowed them to acquire the coping mechanisms that our 'survival of the fittest' advocates, preaching fortitude, would like to think everyone else should possess.

The defeatist proletariat, denied access to empowering education, does not enjoy the buffer zone that better-off Malaysians have when it comes to confronting adversity and despair. Not just the shock of violent, sudden death but the depression that daily dampens their dispiriting environment.

Worlds apart, chasm between

A poor family earns a combined income of under RM1,092 monthly. This amount is all that a household – usually calculated as a unit comprising five members – has at their disposal to cover all expenditure including housing, utilities, food, schooling expenses and transport.

On the other hand, an affluent young couple may spend more than a thousand ringgit a month on milk powder alone for two young children, what with the price of things skyrocketing nowadays.

I've given the example above of two sets of people whose finances are at opposite ends. Wouldn't their thinking norms be very different too? Seetha's critics simply have no inkling of the facets of her world.

Do you know how many percent of Indians earn only around a thousand ringgit? The answer is 108,000 households ... five years ago (certainly more poor people today). These 540,000 souls make up the bottom 30% of the 1.8 million total Indian population, according to the Social Strategic Foundation report of April 2005.

More data: From the Household Income Survey 2004 by the Economic Planning Unit and Department of Statistics. On the incidence of urban poverty, Bumiputera register 4.1%, Chinese 0.4% and Indian 2.4%.

Now compare with their respective population ratio that same year: Bumiputera was 61%, Chinese 24% and Indian 7% out of 25.6 million Malaysians. Indians who comprised a mere 7% of this country in 2004 showed a disproportionately high poverty rate in stark contrast to Chinese and Malays.

“You are on your own. Don't hold out your hand because nothing will fall into it.” This quote is attributed to long overstaying MIC president Samy Vellu in the book 'The Malaysian Indians' by Muzafar Desmond Tate.

Heck, not only are the poor Indians refused help, even what little they had was taken away from them.

Rendered jobless and homeless

In 1980, plantation workers still accounted for over half of the entire Indian community, wrote Muzafar. What has been happening since then is that the plantations have been fragmented and their workers evicted from the labourer quarters.

The Putrajaya mega-project dislodged estate workers too (Golden Hope plantations among them) and in Mahathirville's 4,580 hectares, there is no room for the Indians; you don't see them in this shiny new administrative capital.

Rubber estates like Golden Hope, Guthrie, Sime Darby and Boustead had been colonial enterprises.

Then, government agencies like Pemodalan Nasional Berhad took over Sime Darby (today merged with Guthrie and Golden Hope) while Lembaga Tabung Angkatan Tentera acquired a controlling equity interest in Boustead. Now owned by government-linked Malays and managed by Malays, these corporations are developing the previously plantation land into lucrative real estate properties and new townships.

Oh well, too bad for the hapless Indians. Its displaced young generation drift to urban settlements and create slums.

As mentioned earlier, about 7% of the Malaysian general population is Indian but in their making up 16.1% of squatters, the ratio is double, not proportional. It's hardly surprising that the Indian quota for low-cost rented accommodation with KL City Hall is always exhausted.

Meanwhile in Penang, a report submitted to the state government by the Socio-economic and Environmental Research Institute (Seri) in November 1998 revealed deplorable housing conditions.

Five percent of the survey respondents lived in containers while in Sungai Tiram, the majority of respondents lived in shacks which used to provide shelter for animals before. Ten years down the road, Penang kindly gave Indians the Kg Buah Pala saga.

The poverty trap led Surendran to his fateful meeting with destiny and trigger-happy cops. Seetha is the collateral damage. Can't their circumstances and they too be considered hostage to the Indian condition?

Uthaya vows to bring body to Parliament

Human Rights Party pro-tem secretary-general P Uthayakumar has intimated that should she die, he will bring her body to Parliament to drive home the point that police shootings of racially profiled and so-called 'suspects' must stop.

Uthaya's threat recalls the self-immolation or suicide by fire, of Buddhist monks to protest the Vietnamese regime in the 1960s.
Perhaps it will take a drastic measure like a frail, pretty corpse brought outside Parliament under the glare of international media attention to finally open Malaysia's eyes. A deliberately neglected community is at the end of its tether, if only you knew.

Do you remember the unforgettable Hindraf rally images of Indians passively allowing themselves be drenched by chemical-laced water fired by the FRU cannons? How would an ordinary robust individual react in the same circumstances? You'd run.
So how did a swathe of marginalized Malaysians come to such pass that they squat wet in the street like martyrs with nothing else to lose?

Some have slammed Seetha for attempting to take her own life. Can these censorious people please try to plumb the question that plagued one who deserves only our compassion: 'What's there to live for?'

Vernacular schools not the ones causing disunity

Norman Fernandez
4 Dec 2009

I refer to the Malaysiakini report Single stream schools a thorny issue.

Recently, Prof Emeritus Khoo Kay Kim proposed a restructuring of the national education system, including the implementation of a single stream to ensure attainment of the goals of a '1Malaysia'. As often the case, vernacular schools and principally Chinese schools have been singled out as being the root cause for polarisation and the lack of national unity. However, to fault vernacular schools for the cause for polarisation and disunity is premised on multiple fallacies.

Many urge the government to follow in the footsteps of Singapore which has abolished vernacular schools. However, they conveniently forget that in Malaysia, vernacular education is a right guaranteed by constitution and by acts of Parliament. Vernacular education is part of the social contract.

That right ought not to be questioned and the right to vernacular education is the right of the non-Malays and cannot be compromised. Thus, to call for abolishment or to call for a single stream is uncalled for.

Those who continuously fault the vernacular schools ought to be reminded that it is the desire and wish of every parent to see their children mix, study and play with children of other races. After all, the parents themselves were often the products of national schools where students of different races and religions studied, played and interacted together and forged friendship which extended long after they left school.

What those calling for single stream education and proponents for abolishing vernacular schools fail to admit is that vernacular schools in the past were not necessarily the schools of first choice for the non-Malays. Non-Malay parents sent their children to English-medium schools simply because the education was in English.

The schools had good teachers and English-medium schools provided school-leavers better career opportunities. In fact, Chinese schools such as Han Chiang High School in Penang were on the verge of closing down because of falling attendance and in the 70s, had to depend on students from Indonesia and Thailand to survive. Now the reverse has happened.

According to statistics, Chinese parents who send their children to national schools have fallen from around 50% in the 1970s to about 6% in 2006. The media has reported that 9 out of 10 Chinese send their children to Chinese vernacular schools. Today, there are approximately 630,000 students studying in 1,288 Chinese primary schools. Those blaming vernacular schools and particularly Chinese schools ought to know that there are almost 60,000 non-Chinese students studying in Chinese schools and a substantial proportion of these students are Malays.

Even more alarming is that Tamil parents and particularly Tamil professionals who were educated in national schools are now beating a path to the Tamil schools. Today, approximately 100,142 students study in 523 Tamil schools despite the fact that many Tamil schools lack the facilities national schools or Chinese schools have.

With Chinese and Indian parents abandoning national schools for vernacular schools, the national schools - not by choice - have taken on the image of 'sekolah Melayu'. Those advocating single stream never bother to ask why have the non-Malays abandoned national schools and they are no more the schools of first choice.

Rightfully those advocating single-stream education or proposing the closure of vernacular schools ought to ask the parents of the 60,000 non-Malay students (a substantial proportion of them being Malays) studying in Chinese schools, why did they as Malays abandon the national schools which have better facilities and teachers and students of same race and religion.

Why did they instead choose to send their children to Chinese vernacular schools where their children are a minority and will be exposed to Chinese culture, Chinese religious beliefs and having to eat in the school canteen which is more likely to serve food which may not be 'halal'.

Malay parents, seeing the benefits of a Chinese education, are also the abandoning national schools for Chinese schools. If Chinese schools are indeed the root cause of disunity then questions must be asked why the Malays are beginning to see Chinese schools as schools of first choice.

Instead, they repeat the decade old polemic blaming vernacular schools for causing racial polarisation and disunity. Further, they also conveniently choose to ignore that there are also schools which are exclusively for a single race, religious schools for a particular religion, universities catering to a single race and universities with religious orientation of a single religion. Are not the existence of these schools and universities equally divisive?

What logical justification is there to call for single-stream education in primary schools and then allow divisive secondary and tertiary education?

Malaysia is unique with its multiracial, multi-cultural and multi-religious population. The role of a school is not only to create a learning atmosphere. In Malaysia, schools have an added responsibility in that it ought to be a place where students are taught to value and celebrate diversity.

Students should be taught to acknowledge and respect each other's culture, language and religion and to be imbibed with a sense that each other's cultural, language and religious diversities are part and parcel of our national heritage and that this uniqueness should be treasured and protected by all. Schools must inculcate multi-racialism, multi-culturalism and multi-religionism. The question is whether the national schools are doing this.

The character of national schools have changed and they have become overtly and overwhelmingly Malay-Muslim. Malay-Muslim centred actions and policies have caused the exodus of non-Malays from the national schools.

School administrators and the principals in some national schools have turned the school and the school's culture's into one dominantly of Malay-Muslim. While great effort is taken to continuously remind the non-Malay students about respecting Malay cultural mores and religious sensitivities, the same is not done when it comes to non-Malay cultural and religious sensitivities. Even worse, they are blatantly indifferent to the sensitivities of the non-Malays.

Here is a letter which appeared in a news portal where a parent wrote: 'In my children's Sekolah Kebangssan school, the Hari Raya holidays are stretched to well over a week to accommodate the Malays. Replacement classes are planned months ahead and notification letters are sent out very early. However, when it comes to Chinese New Year, not a single extra day is given - not even for the kids who have to travel to make it to their hometowns. Mind you, Malays make up roughly 50% of the student population.'

Razak Baginda who was then the executive director of Malaysian Strategic Research Centre is quoted in the International Herald Tribune on June 7, 2005 as saying that his 'daughter complained that the religious teachers are the culprits. They inculcate very negative views of the other religions. They are always have a 'them and us' attitude that is very destructive.'

This is merely one example. Many non-Malay parents also complain that while the school has religious and religious activities for Muslims students, it is a near impossibility to have the same for the non-Malay-non-Muslim students. In some schools, classes are segregated according to race and religion giving 'time-table convenience' as an excuse. Some schools even forbid their students from wearing shorts for physical education.

Thus, it was not a surprise when in 2002, the then prime minister Dr Mahathir Mohamed, without mincing his words, said that the national school system had been hijacked by obscurantists interested in Islamic practices that emphasise form over substance.

To add to the changing landscape of national schools, is a perception problem. Many parents lament that the standard of teaching in national schools has deteriorated. A lecturer at the teacher's training college in Johor Baru once lamented about the quality of the trainee teachers.

According to him, many of these trainee teachers hardly have a passion for teaching and that teacher-training was their last choice after having failed to secure a place in the universities or other colleges.

Thus, the attraction to teaching is simply its perks - half-day sessions, five-day week and the long term breaks and more importantly, job security. Many have the perception that in the national schools, many of the teachers seem to be disinterested and unmotivated and some instead are more interested in moulding the children for the hereafter.

Rightly or wrongly, many believe that vernacular schools and particularly the Chinese vernacular schools have dedicated teachers with a reputation for quality, rigour and working their students hard. Could this be the reason why more than 60,000 non-Chinese students now study in Chinese schools ?

I believe the exodus in such droves from the national schools to the vernacular schools would not have happened had the government been farsighted and been quick to arrest the problem. Why did the government wait until almost 90% of the non-Malay students abandon the national schools before recognising that there was a problem

Surely the government ought to have known about the overzealous school administrators with their own agenda and about teachers who permeate ill-feelings and racism? The government must have known about the gradual Malay-nisation of these schools. There have been cases of non-Malay students who were racially abused to the extent of being called 'monkeys'. Such teachers rightfully out to have been dismissed with criminal action initiated. Instead, they were sent for 'counseling'.

Prime Minister Najib Abdul Razak has rightly pointed out that any move to a single-stream education would require a big paradigm shift and it will only happen if the people are ready to make a change and if the society is not ready, the government will carry on with the existing system.

That paradigm shift, I believe must come from the government. If only the government can walk the talk of a '1Malaysia', take the necessary steps to overhaul the standard of national schools, enhance the quality and standard of teaching, ensure that schools are free from zealots and racists, employ teachers and administrators who truly subscribe to multi-culturalism and multi-religionism, make the teaching of vernacular education mandatory and recreate the atmosphere of yesteryears (ie, pre- Merdeka), it is possible that the national schools could regain their past glory and their rightful place

身体自然修补时间

12 个时辰的经络运用
晚上9点- 凌晨3点 ：一定要休息
晚上9点-晚上11点 ：免疫系统运作的时间
晚上11点-凌晨1点 ：骨髓造血的时间
凌晨1点-凌晨3点 ：肝脏修复的时间
凌晨3点-凌晨5点 ：呼吸系统运作的时间
凌晨4点 ：脉搏最弱，心脏最慢的时候（危险四点钟）
凌晨5点-早上7点 ：大肠蠕动最旺盛的时间（早餐时间）
早上7点-早上9点 ：胃最活跃的时间
早上9点-早上11点 ：脾脏活跃时间
下午1点-下午3点 ：小肠运作时间 （午餐最好在下午1点前）
下午3点-下午5点 ：膀胱运作时间(肾脏和膀胱不好的人，这段时间喝 500此次水）
晚上7点- 晚上9点 ：心脏与 神经系统活跃时间

让人怀念的歌- 鲁冰花

《鲁冰花》
一首跨时代的名曲
在你我心中回荡着
勾起了咱们的回忆
惦念起了故乡风景
思念着家乡老人们
夜夜想起妈妈的话　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
《鲁冰花》
荡气回肠 回荡耳际
小时嬉戏追逐的画面
小时歌唱追剧的影像
婆婆公公的遗容
浮现眼帘
夜夜想起妈妈的话　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
《鲁冰花》
是我们献给阿公阿麻的道别曲
愿他俩携手上路　　一路好走
叔叔姑姑的回忆倒影数十年
昔日枯黄的影片历历在目
回忆故人泪珠夺眶而出
啊～　啊～　妈妈的心呀鲁冰花
啊～　啊～　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
长大了　
外出工作了
昔日家乡的回忆
渐行渐远　淡忘退色
啊～　啊～　妈妈的心呀鲁冰花
啊～　啊～　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
夜半
窗外的夜空格外明亮
家家户户灯火闪烁着
高挂的星星不再明亮
四周耸立的钢骨大厦
明月变得无比的矮小
窗外
格外的寂寞冷淡
没有了
旷阔大地无私的拥抱　
青葱树木露水的滋润
人情味变得稀薄了　
大家不再对望彼岸
你我仿佛陌生人似的

收音机传来了鲁冰花
心里顿时感触良多．．．．．．
我知道　半夜的星星会唱歌
想家的夜晚　它就这样和我一唱一和
我知道　午后的清风会唱歌
童年的蝉声　它总是跟风一唱一和
当手中握住繁华　心情却变得荒芜
才发现世上　一切都会变卦
当青春剩下日记　乌丝就要变成白发
不变的只有那首歌　在心中来回的唱
天上的星星不说话　地上的娃娃想妈妈
天上的眼睛眨呀眨　妈妈的心呀鲁冰花
家乡的茶园开满花　妈妈的心肝在天涯
夜夜想起妈妈的话　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
啊～　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
天上的星星不说话　地上的娃娃想妈妈
天上的眼睛眨呀眨　妈妈的心呀鲁冰花
家乡的茶园开满花　妈妈的心肝在天涯
夜夜想起妈妈的话　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
夜夜想起妈妈的话　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花
啊～　啊～　妈妈的心呀鲁冰花
啊～　啊～　闪闪的泪光鲁冰花

命运！

命运！
命运！
你相信人的命运早已注定了吗
当我们出身时
我们人生的旅程似乎早有了谱

人家说
佛家相信
“人定胜天”
运固然定了曲
但命却掌握在自己的手里
只要努力 并能成功
事实真是如此吗？
也许这只是少数吧！

我不信命运的主宰
我不信无形力量的威力
但种种的事迹与预言
却不让我不屈服于命运
命运的力量
命运的威力
命运的主宰

原来
这世界上真有其人
能预知你的未来
掌握你的运程 剖析你的性格
看透你的一生
原来
我并不是自己生命的决策者
而是上天小小的一颗棋子
那么地渺小 那么地无助
命运 我信了！

Life of Work

Exam has gone! Convo trip to Vietnam-China has accomplished...
And it's now the time for a new life!
A life differs from what I've gone through this far...
A milestone which will stretch for the entire life- that is WORK!

To work! Yes, it's exciting if MONEY pops out in our mind immediately... Jumping happily!
Yet the excitement will only last for a moment... As I wonder how to sustain the life with such penny???

To work! Employment contract- from 8am to 5pm- a normal routine?
In reality i wonder how many people are able to go home at FIVE sharp? Except for the lucky group -government servants! 8pm should be the normal routine instead... i bet!

To work! To work! And to work...
Where should our wonderful life lie?
When the time out for sport, movie, limteh, chit-chatting and facebooking diminishes??? Whilst the pressure of work escalates and relationship of mankind turns complicated!!!!

Am i too pessimistic of work? of life particularly?
Maybe not b'cos this is my experiences in the past...

Wish! I wish I'd enjoy the life! the life of work!!!
Lets WORK be part of my life rather than a mere obligation...

New Farmosa Restaurant

These are the food I've had together with my buddies

during the recent Chinese New Year

It is Taiwanese-oriented cuisines

and I think you shouldn't miss it out

1st: Lou Shang

A must for Chinese New Year celebration

It brings us greater prosperity in the year ahead

2nd: Ba-Bao Duck
This is a mixture of some tasteful vegetables

with the steamed-duck

3rd: Slices of Chicken
It's looked normal yet the taste is not bad

4rd: Yang-Sheng TauFu
Look at it- I think you cannot resist to have a try ler!

5th: Double Plates
A combination of fish and pork.

6th: Bamboo Rice
A dish that you shouldn't miss out too!

7th: Yummy-yummy Yam
This is my favourite of all.
It's served hot but later was dipped into cold water
to make it crunchy
A good choice for dessert

For all these cuisines just drop by

NEW FORMOSA RESTURANT

新宝岛餐厅

46, Jlan SS2/24, 47300 Petaling Jaya

03-7729 0000/ 019-335 3574

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时间过得好快呀

清明节又来了

依旧

大家回家扫墓去

回家 。扫墓

念的不就是在天之灵的

公公婆婆吗？

愿大家幸福快乐

Pendrive and Condom

AIDS is a pandemic incurable disease
Transmitted through unprotected sexual intercourse
Vaginal Sex! Anal Sex! Oral sex!
The body fluid is the culprit!

Pendrive is storage card of information
Connected to computer
Transferring the data from one end to the other

Virus! Virus!
Stormed into my computer
Through the connection of pendrive

Avira! AVG! Norton!
Are of no cure
The virus invaded into my body
Attacking my body resistance
Hacking my privacy
Wiping off my information

Condom!

I need you
Why
There is condom for dreadful AIDS
But not
Condom for pendrive?
To shield against the transmission of virus

The infectious pendrive
Like wildfire of AIDS
Spread through computers and laptops
Once it gets in touch with the hole

The penetration
One-in One–out
Into USB
Intermittently
Diffuses the viruses
one to ten
ten to hundreds
hundreds to thousands
Incessantly

Condom
Can curb AIDS
Yet
There is no condom for pendrive

Can someone invent condom for pendrive?
Like this On top of this

To get rid of any transmission of Trojan Horse

Then
More frequently
We can go in-and-out
Without further fear and hesitation
With the aid of condom

We
Just need a sheath covering the head of pendrive Before we plug pendrive into our computer!