How should we judge a government?

In Malaysia, if you don't watch television or read newspapers, you are uninformed; but if you do, you are misinformed!

"If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing." - Malcolm X

Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience - Mark Twain

Why we should be against censorship in a court of law: Publicity is the very soul of justice … it keeps the judge himself, while trying, under trial. - Jeremy Bentham

"Our government is like a baby's alimentary canal, with a happy appetite at one end and no
responsibility at the other. " - Ronald Reagan

Government fed by the people

Government fed by the people

Career options

Career options
I suggest government... because nobody has ever been caught.

Corruption so prevalent it affects English language?

Corruption so prevalent it affects English language?
Corruption is so prevalent it affects English language?

When there's too much dirt...

When there's too much dirt...
We need better tools... to cover up mega corruptions.

Prevent bullying now!

Prevent bullying now!
If you're not going to speak up, how is the world supposed to know you exist? “Orang boleh pandai setinggi langit, tapi selama ia tidak menulis, ia akan hilang di dalam masyarakat dan dari sejarah.” - Ananta Prameodya Toer (Your intellect may soar to the sky but if you do not write, you will be lost from society and to history.)

Saturday, June 02, 2012

Ah Jib Kor, this is 1Malaysia meh?


“It shows that Najib is not the PM for all, but the prime minister for one single race,” Chong said after releasing the Malay to Chinese staff breakdown in the various ministries.
Breakdown
He listed out the reply from the PM’s department as below:
Ministry of Youth and Sports 2,980 Malays,32 Chinese,
Ministry of Home Affairs 40,263 Malays to 614 Chinese;
Ministry of Works 6,221 Malays to 156 Chinese,
Ministry of Health 130,106 Malays to 9,500 Chinese,
Ministry of Finance 15,835 Malays to 508 Chinese,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs 1,215 Malays to 53 Chinese
Ministry of Education 273,791 Malays to 43,669 Chinese
Ministry of Tourism 455 Malays to 19 Chinese
Ministry of Women, Family and Community Development 5,461 Malays to 75 Chinese
Ministry of Information, Communication and Culture 8,839 Malays to 402 Chinese
Ministry of Higher Education 15,012 Malays to 334 Chinese
Ministry of Transport 9,028 Malays to 205 Chinese
Ministry of Defence 12,078 Malays to 113 Chinese
Ministry of Housing and Local Government 11,363 Malays to 173 Chinese


Source:
Shocking racial 'imbalance' in civil service
http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/category/nation/2011/08/20/shocking-racial-imbalance-in-civil-service/

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DIY: bitten off more than I could chew?



... or how I nearly gave up my little DIY assignment of fixing mosquito nettings.

We know how the tiny mosquitoes, which weighs a mere 2.5 mg, can kill millions all over the world in a year. One of the ways to prevent being bitten is to protect ourselves from them, by for eg. having mosquito nettings at window openings: let the fresh air comes in but not the pesky mozzies.

On my earlier trip, I measured the PJ house's windows (2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms) as well as the kitchen door, and had the nettings made in Batu Gajah, to be fixed by me. Except for the kitchen door which needs a fixed frame netting to be screwed on to the metal grille, the others have two sliding pieces within each frame. For the bigger window (4' x 8'), anticipating the problem of transporting it (even with the Mother Trucker), required splitting it into 2 frames measuring 4'x4'.

The netting for the kitchen door grille was the most problematic, even at the start of our journey. Because of its length, the only place to put it was on the car rooftop. But only the canopy portion has two railings to tie it. Just imagine having a longish rectangular aluminium piece secured at the back, with the front facing the wind as the car gathered speed. It was the worst position in terms of aerodynamics. We had to stop three times (before joining N-S Expressway) because the rattle was unbearable.

Upon arrival, what was supposed to be a piece of cake (done this before), the netting position for the kitchen door was affected by two metal protrusions. Without a cutter, the best alternative was to use the drill to drill a hole and cut it crudely.

The fabricators promised me that they would drill holes at the right places. But, instead of all the way, they stopped short of one layer, supposedly to help me in positioning on site. My initial trial at drilling one was so discouraging that I almost gave up there and then! 

Looking back, patience helped. Before this, there was no alarm detectors to deal with, but this time, all my measurements and positions were affected by one on each window grille. So, I had to improvise, a word which I imagine my son would presume to be a cover for my lack of skill. But, truth be told, the lack of suitable tools was my main complaint. For example, for cutting metal, having an electric cutter could help a lot, but I decided against buying one just for that! Similarly, having right type of drill bits and of sufficient quality is essential too. I had to use a small drill bit to start a hole at the right position, before using a bigger bit. Then I had to use a masonry drill bit for the wall. Just imagine the frequent change of drill bits for a single hole!

For each hole position, imagine a bigger hole on top and a smaller hole at the bottom of the frame, already sealed. The screw had to be aligned through the top, then bottom and then to the hole on the wall or metal grille. For each mistake, I would lose a screw inside the tube which cannot be retrieved without dismantling the frame! To overcome this, I had to use cellophane tape to hold the screw on to the screwdriver end. But still, I lost a number because of carelessness. Because of the difficulty in getting each screw in position, I could not unscrew for the purpose of doing the same to the other positions. I had to literally sleep over it, before coming to some sort of ability to do it. 

We brought the stuff to PJ last Saturday, and the last pieces were done only on Monday morning! It wasn't done to my satisfaction because of the lack of time (went out to Amcorp Mall and then to sister-in-law's for dinner). It was really frustrating having to work alone; with poor memory which affected my finding things which were placed moments ago; with stuff in a room which hindered movement; and then had to vacuum and mop after that. So I can empathise with those who deal with such work. 

But for the sake of saving a few Ringgit, and more because of proving to myself that I can still be useful, it was worth the trouble. 




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Felda in a compromising position?

In Malaysia, most things are not what it seems. Democracy, equality, justice, you name it, we have our own version of 'truth' as claimed by BN leaders, with an almost completely different version as claimed by the opposition. Over time, we get used to mainly propaganda by our mainstream media and learn to read between the lines.

Our PM Najib would like us to believe his personal interest in Felda (on top of his supremo position as PM and Finance Minister, and some may say, Husband of FLOM) is because of his father, our second PM, Tun Razak's legacy. Going by this unwritten rule or logic, Mukhriz or his brother should have a personal interest in Petronas, while he himself is entitled to be PM sooner or later.

But what is surprising in Malaysia is the blatant way of enriching the ruling party, leaders and their cronies. We have seen enough of Ministers in charge of their portfolios who could get away, benefiting from exceptionally favourable contracts, using immediate family members. Just by not being present at the relevant decision-making meeting or that other ministers made the decision, is enough to vindicate them of any corrupt intent. One good test whether this assumption hold any water is to look for any present or past minister who is not much richer than before. It seems to be an acceptable way of life here, but must we continue with this state of affairs?

There is so much written about Felda's impending IPO which seems to be taking the settlers for a ride. But nothing can ever change once our PM and his ministers set their mind on any scheme of things. Everything is in black and white, showing the unfair distribution of shares which seem to benefit non-settlers, even foreigners, more than the original settlers. The end seems to justify the means. The 99-year lease (more than a lifetime) at very low rental is the most ludicrous. All this talk about Malay reservation land means nothing when non-Malays can own shares in this huge plantation company which owns the right to it. The complex structure of the proposed IPO seems deliberate in making things confusing to the people, and especially the settlers.

"Koperasi Permodalan Felda (KPF), which represents the interest of the Felda settlers have been completely left out of the Felda Global Ventures Holdings Berhad (FGVH) public-listing exercise.  KPF is the 51% shareholder of Felda Holdings Bhd (FHB), while FGVH, a wholly-owned subsidiary of FELDA statutory body holds the balance 49%.  Based on the KPF 2010 Annual Report, it is 70% owned by Felda settlers, with the balance owned by Felda employees.

It is therefore not a surprise that KPF has expressed shock at their being left out of the initial public offering (IPO) exercise in a statement issued on 27 April 2012.  They had claimed that the decision to leave them in a lurch contradicts the Budget statement issued by the Prime Minister, Dato’ Seri Najib Razak which stated that the interest of the Felda settlers will be protected via the majority ownership of FGVH via KPF.

However, the lack of ownership in FGVH is in effect, the least of KPF’s problems.  As discovered from the official draft FGVH listing prospectus, not only will KPF not get any ownership of FGVH, KPF’s existing business and income will be cannibalised by FGVH.

Prior to 2012, FELDA, the Government statutory body owns 355,864 hectares of plantation land, which was managed by Felda Plantations Sdn Bhd, a 51% subsidiary of FHB.  The remainder 49% is owned by FELDA.  However as at January 2012, FGVH is granted 99-year rights to the land.

The 355,864 hectares of plantation land generated RM680 million in net profit in 2011. The net profit attributable to KPF-FELDA would be RM510.1 million based on its KPF’s 51% ownership of FHB and FELDA’s 49% ownership of Felda Plantations.  Given the proposed price of RM4.65 per FGVH share on a market valuation of 16-17 times earnings (市盈率), KPF's stake in the above plantation land contributed as much as RM8.8 billion to FGVH's market capitalisation (市值)."


Tony Pua's FGVH IPO: Felda settlers fleeced
http://tonypua.blogspot.com/2012/06/fgvh-ipo-felda-settlers-fleeced.html

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Friday, June 01, 2012

When a vain woman meets a dirty old man

(This pic has no connection with the joke)


A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. 

She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.

On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper.

Before leaving, she says to the clerk, 'I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?'

'About 32,' is the reply.

'Nope! I'm exactly 50,' the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.

The girl replies, 'I'd guess about 29.'

The woman replies with a big smile, 'Nope, I'm 50.'

Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street.

She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.

The clerk responds, 'Oh, I'd say 30.'

Again she proudly responds, 'I'm 50, but thank you!'

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.

He replies, 'Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was.


It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.

Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are.'

They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her..

She finally blurts out, 'What the hell, go ahead.'

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully.

He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple.

He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.

After a couple of minutes of this, she says, 'Okay, okay ..... how old am I?'
 

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, 'Madam, you are 50.'

Stunned and amazed, the woman says, 'That was incredible, how could you tell?'

The old man says, 'Promise you won't get mad?'

'I promise I won't,' she says.

'I was behind you at McDonalds..


About female vanity, I know of someone who is past 60 but refuses to use special counter meant for Senior Citizens at Immigration department.
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Necessity is the mother of all improvisations