Thursday, September 20, 2012

An unhappy DIGI customer!

CoJack Koh blurred out all details except that he forgot to do the same on the subject line which has his full name and DIGI mobile no.! If he hasn't cancelled his account with DIGI, I guess one can ring or sms him about his annoyance and frustrations with the mobile telco.

PM Lee's Malay Speech at National Day Rally 2012 | Rapat Hari Kebangsaan...

ECGMA says: PM Lee Hsien Loong speaks the Malay language impressively, better than many of us in Malaysia including local politicians and me! Now, how many of our politicians, let alone our PM, who can speak at least 3 languages!

*Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong's Malay speech at National Day Rally 2012

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

An Open Letter To Islamic Protesters by Peter FitzSimons

"Malaysia's Education Ministry has "endorsed guidelines" to help parents identify gay and lesbian "symptoms"

"Malaysia's Education Ministry has "endorsed guidelines" to help parents identify gay and lesbian "symptoms" in their children, Malaysian news website Free Malaysiakini reports. The list of guidelines allegedly lists eight "symptoms" -- four for gays and four for lesbians." Cenk Uygur, Ana Kasparian and Wes Clark Jr. discuss. Tell us what you think in the comment section below.

'Guidelines For Gay And Lesbian Symptoms' Endorsed By Malaysia Education Ministry Spark Outrage

Monday, September 17, 2012

Those were the days......(Malaysia)

~ In memory of our Merdeka celebrations ~ 
Ah......those were the days.

Wong Peng Soon was our favorite badminton player.
Rose Chan was our favourite performer.

Because we reared Siamese fighting fishes, the seller was our idol.

Driving license renewal was by pasting an additional slip at the back of a small red booklet

Susu lembu was house delivered by our big  friendly and strong Bahiii ............. on his bicycle in a stainless steel container. The container cap served as a funnel.

Kacang puteh man came a peddling , walking and balancing on his head  6 compartments of different type of murukus ...and we barter our old exercise books for a paper cone of kacang putih

F&N orange was served in wooden crates and displayed on table during Chinese New Year

M&M 's was called Treets ..

Eating chicken was a treat that happened only once on Chinese New Year and once on "Chap Goh Meh"
We always carried in our pocket a packet of fire crackers during the Chinese New Year

We always carry a one ringgit note at night in case we are stopped by mata mata for not having tail lights on our bicycles.
One noodle 'chow kway teow' cost 30 sen and we bring our own egg.
One 'roti canai' cost 15 sen and one banana for 5 sen.
We bought bangkali bread from the Indian roti man who paddled his bicycle around the neighbourhood with the familiar ringing sound.

Sometimes we bought cold storage bread wrapped in wax paper. Spread the bread with butter and kaya wrap with the wax paper and take to school.

Crop crew cut by the travelling Indian and Hockchew barber; 30 sen a haircut; all the way to the top. Reason easy to dry when curi swimming.

During weekends went swimming in the river, no swimming trucks, only birthday suit. No one laugh at you whether your "kuku" is small, crooked, etc.

On Sunday morning listen to "Kee Huat" fantastic facts and fancies and Saturday night "top of the pops" DJ was Patrick Teoh.

Saturday go for cheap matinee usually cowboy shows or Greek mythology like Hercules.

Father gave 70 sen for Cheap Matinee screening at 10.30am on Saturday/Sunday; 50 sen for ticket, 20 sen for return bus fare.  Nobody pays 1 ringgit for the 'reserve seat'.
5 sen for kacang putih and 10 sen for ice "angtau". Sometimes ice ball only 5 sen "pau angtau" and half red sugar the other half black sugar or sarsee.
Never, never, never talk or mixed with girls until Form 5.

Learned the waltz, cha-cha, rhumba, foxtrot and offbeat cha cha from a classmate's sister.

First time dancing with a girl nearly freezed; heart went "botobom, botobom"...

We survived with mothers who had no maids. They cooked /cleaned while taking care of us at the same time.

We took aspirin, candy floss, fizzy drinks, shaved ice with syrups and diabetes were rare. Salt added to Pepsi or Coke was remedy for fever.  Tonic water was taken at the first hint of malaria.

As children, we would ride with our parents on bicycles/ motorcycles for 2 or 3. Richer ones in cars with no seat belts or air bags.   The first time I used a modern toilet I squatted on it for I only know the bucket toilet.   Our children will not know the danger of visiting the outdoor toilet at night nor jumping in fright when the man collect the bucket when you are doing your business.

Toilet paper is torn up newspaper on a hook which you have to crumble first.  White toilet paper is an unknown luxury until I left home.

Riding in the back of a taxi was a special treat. 

We went to the jungle to catch spiders without worries of Aedes mosquitoes.
The worst disease you could get as a child is 'lock jaw' which every child knows is caused by rusty nails.

With mere 5 pebbles (stones) would be a endless game. With a ball (tennis ball best) we boys would run like crazy for hours.

We caught guppies in drains / canals and when it rained, we swam there.

We ate salty, very sweet & oily food, candies, bread and real butter and drank condensed milk in coffee/ tea, ice kacang, but we weren't overweight because we ran and cycled all day.

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and we still continued the stunts.

We never had birthdays parties till we were 21

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and just yelled for them! 

We don't know what is "Bumiputra"......

When parents found out we were caned in school, it's certain we would get another round. Parents always sided with the teachers.

We fly kites with string coated with pounded glass powder and horse glue and we cut our hands on the string. Happiness is winning a kite fight with a local samsing.  I forgot, we also have to make our own kites to suit our 'fighting style'.
We are the last generation to know how to use logarithm tables and slide rulers.

AND I believe this generation produces the best parents because we remember the hard times.


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the government 'regulated' our lives for good !!

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

P/S: -The big font used is because of Long-sightedness or hyperopia at our age.

Malaysian Chinese Drug Dealers Association?!?!

Drug Dealers Association?!?!
What a publicity for Berjaya Sompo!

Malaysians with IC - Better check if your no. is yours and not someone else's! -

Malaysians with IC - Better check if your no. is yours and not someone else's! -

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Malaysian drivers can be likened to cavemen in cars

Thursday August 2, 2012

Malaysian drivers can be likened to cavemen in cars
Diplomatically Speaking

There has been a lot of discussions in the press lately about the sorry lack of courtesy and manners in Malaysia.

Allow me to jump in with my own pet peeve – the culture of indifference and disrespect for traffic laws.

We seem to have this notion that traffic laws can be overlooked when it is inconvenient or ignored when there's little chance of being caught. It's breeding a sense of lawlessness on the streets and highways of our nation.

Travel anywhere in the country at any time and you'll find indiscriminate parking everywhere. Single or double lines, white or yellow lines, no parking signs or emergency exits, corners or fire hydrants, it makes no difference: there's always someone who thinks he's entitled to flaunt the rules and redefine what "Malaysia Boleh" means.

In Bangsar (my favourite haunt), indiscriminate parking is something of a competitive sport. In front of one shopping centre, a warning sign that illegally parked cars will be towed seems to be an open invitation for everyone to park illegally.

Clearly, most drivers long ago concluded that the authorities are not serious about enforcing traffic regulations. Cars are, for example, illegally parked right in front of the pondok police in Bangsar but the cops don't seem to notice or mind.

In any case, if you are unfortunate enough to get ticketed whenever officialdom stirs, a few dollars should settle it; more if it's near a festive season. It's called an out of court settlement.

And then there are the red light runners to whom amber is the signal to speed up and red is but an opportunity to test the pick-up. Stopping at red lights, in an any case, appears to be discretionary, especially if it's late at night or early in the morning.

"It makes no sense to stop at a red light when there is no traffic," one friend explained to me.

Motorcyclists, for their part, don't think that traffic lights (or any rules for that matter) apply to them.

Pedestrian crossings, as everyone knows, are actually kill zones; step on to a crossing and you are fair game for both cars and motorcycles.

Worst of all are the owners of those expensive and flashy cars with fancy number plates and windscreens covered with club stickers. They seem to think that they are entitled to special privileges including parking in front of hotel lobbies, mall entrances or restaurants.

It doesn't help that our police and security guards suffer from big car phobia, which can be defined as undue submissiveness to owners of big cars.

I once saw a traffic warden in Bangsar ticketed a whole row of Protons, Kancils and other plebeian vehicles but skip over a black Audi SUV with tinted windows. When I asked him why, he shrugged and walked away. Best not to mess around with those guys, I suppose; might be the son of a VIP.

On the nation's highways, owners of expensive cars seem to think that all other vehicles must immediately make way for them. If you don't get out of the way quickly enough, be prepared to be tailgated, flashed, honked, and on occasion, given the mean finger. They obviously take their privileges very seriously and are easily offended when lesser mortals in toy cars don't give them the honour that their inflated egos and big cars demand.

You won't be surprised to learn that my favourite bumper sticker reads: "I brake frequently for tailgaters."

Orang putih and diplomats, of course, get a free pass when it comes to traffic rules; the old tuan mentality is apparently alive and well despite over five decades of independence and constant reminders by our politicians that we are now masters of the universe.

Undoubtedly, the authorities must share much of the blame for this culture of lawlessness. Their inconsistent, selective or non-existent enforcement of traffic rules only encourages disregard, and even contempt, for the law. Poor urban planning and overdevelopment further compounds the problem.

There is no escaping, however, our own responsibility. After all, we are the ones who put our own convenience above respect for the law. We won't pay to park and we won't park more than a few feet from our destination. We complain about corruption but think nothing of offering a bribe when we get caught. We grumble about what's wrong but won't do our part to help make things better.

Interestingly, when we travel to the United States, Britain, Australia or even Singapore, we suddenly become very law abiding. We would never think of parking illegally in those places because we know we would quickly get ticketed and ticked off, Datuk or not. Offer a bribe and you might end up in jail. Amazing what a little enforcement and honest policing can do for law and order.

It's about time we cultivated a healthy respect for the law and learn to take our obligations as citizens and drivers more seriously. As Gandhi once said: "We must be the change we want to see."

Until we do, we will be little better than cavemen in cars.

Zebra crossings that mean nothing to drivers - Opinion | The Star Online

Monday September 10, 2012

Zebra crossings that mean nothing to drivers

I HAVE just returned home for a short vacation from my studies abroad.

Unfortunately, I was presented with a potentially fatal welcome.

In front of the Low Cost Carrier Terminal (LCCT), I looked left and right, and decided it was safe to cross the three-lane road using the zebra-crossing, as the immediate car was about 10m away and there was a big hump just ahead of it.

To my surprise, once getting over the hump, instead of slowing down to a stop at the zebra-crossing, the 5-series BMW accelerated down the road.

Dragging a 30kg luggage with an additional 9kg backpack told me I was not going to make it across the road fast enough and decided to retreat to my starting point.

Similarly, none of the cars which followed slowed down to let me cross.

Then, I realised how naive I was. This is not England or Australia, where safe pedestrian-crossing exists.

This is Malaysia, where pedestrian-crossing is just mere rectangles painted white or yellow on the road.

Being a Malaysian who almost got killed on the pedestrian-crossing, I wondered whether it would be safe for foreigners who are accustomed to safe pedestrian-crossing in their home countries.

It is well-known that Malaysian drivers have many rude habits. But how much more will the authorities condone, especially when it endangers the lives of others?

With hundreds, if not thousands, of foreigners travelling through our international airports and visiting our country, will this not paint a damaging image of Malaysia?

With the tourism sector aside, such dangerous driving is a potential hazard to our own citizens.

I urge the traffic police to play a more active role in enforcing stricter traffic regulations to ensure the safety of the public.

Birmingham, England

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Some stupid Malaysian men in public toilets!

The common hand dryer in majority of shopping centres in KL, Malaysia, are the ones attached on the wall and one places hands underneath it.

This one in the picture is one where you place your hands inside it but the some malaysian fidiots mistook it as a garbage bin.