The Murderer Named Anu Bah.

“Anu, dia orang tengah anu bah…” was the operator’s reply.

???????

I asked how much longer the repairs would take.

“Anu bah, boss….” answered the operator.

???????




Rantings, Rantings and more Rantings

The power was out for 5 hours today.

I returned ‘home’ from work today with a new hamster cage and great enthusiasm to get my two spoiled brats settled in their new and larger home. I was greeted by total darkness. The power must have been out for quite a while already because the fridge was all warm and clammy.

I called Sabah Electricity Sdn Bhd (SESB) to report the outage. They knew about it already. I asked if any action has already been taken to investigate the power failure.

“Anu, dia orang tengah anu bah…” was the operator’s reply.

???????

I asked how much longer the repairs would take.

“Anu bah, boss….” answered the operator.

???????

I said thank you or something like that and hung up.

I was expected to naturally understand what she meant exactly when she anu-ed me. If I had not been in Sabah for two years already, I would have died from exasperation trying to carry a conversation that makes sense with a Sabahan.

What in the world is ANU??? It’s definitely not algebra, cos Sabahans are not famed mathematicians.

Which smart ass Sabahan/Filipino/Indonesian pioneered the use of the word anu in Sabah?

Everything and anything seem to be anu here. It can represent whatever and ever anyone wants it to.

Anu is employed in all Sabah conversation in all forms - as a noun, pronoun, adjective, transitive verb, adverb and even on its own as an intransitive verb, as demonstrated by my two-minute ‘conversation’ with the SESB operator.

Anu is probably the next most versatile word in the world after ‘fuck’.

I spent my first year in Sabah trying to make sense of what Sabahans were telling me inasmuch as they were trying to understand my Peninsular Malaysian accent.

I’ve given up. Now I just anu them in return for their plentiful anu bahs.

The rot is too deep to repair. Maybe I’m overreacting to the ubiquity of a local slang, or maybe I sincerely feel that effective communication is a yardstick of the progress of a community.

It’s tremendously sad to see potentially-intelligent Sabahan children trying to communicate with anu riddled all over their sentences and daily conversations. Instead of learning new words and broadening their vocabulary, these young minds are emulating their parents, taking the easy way out by employing anu as a substitute for anything and everything they are not sure of. As a result, we have the Sabahans of today – poor communicators, never specific in the message they are attempting to convey and totally poor candidates for any intellectual discussion.

That is probably why they are more passionate in voting for their Akademi Fantasia representative rather than spend time and money reading and writing. When everything is a potential anu, when everything has once been an anu for the most part of one’s life, it’s bound to be difficult trying to write and read something un-anu.

It’s probably why they are deceived election after election with more promises of anu by their local anu politicians. When the DAP/PKR teams flew over from Semenanjung with reason and logic but no anu, the message reached a boundary too huge to surpass.

In my mind, I can picture the Bung-Mokhtar-like politicians visiting the local villages, fire off a barrage of anu in their campaign speeches and still receive a standing ovation from the crowd.

Not every Kadazandusunbajaumurut Sabahan is guilty of this crime of murdering effective communication but certainly, the majority of local folk here are anu-ing without restraint. There has got to be a limit to the number of roles a local slang can play if there were to be effective communication within the local community. How can any community progress if they can’t even communicate their thoughts and views and questions clearly and specifically?

There are many things I can blame BN/UMNO for – corruption, crime, Project IC, healthcare, education etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. This anu thing is one that I never will fault the BN/UMNO for. The dumb politicians were never responsible for creating and propagating the anu culture among Sabahans young and old.

Why should they?

After all, anu means penis in Malay back over in Semenanjung Malaysia.

Surely they don’t want to be referred to as genitals, or do they?























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Ethnic Cleansing in Malaysia - Reality or Myth?

Have you watched the latest Rambo installment?

I am no advocate of violence and bloodshed but apart from the orgy of gore and blood, John Rambo aka Rambo IV is pretty commendable in its message on the ongoing ethnic cleansing of the Karen people by the Burmese government.
This article is not about the Karen people though. It’s about Malaysians, and Hindraf’s allegation of a systematic ethnic cleansing exercise.

When the ruling party practices divide and rule...the threat of ethnic cleansing is received stealthily but clearly.



Ethnic Cleansing in Malaysia – Reality or Myth?

Have you watched the latest Rambo installment?

I am no advocate of violence and bloodshed but apart from the orgy of gore and blood, John Rambo aka Rambo IV is pretty commendable in its message on the ongoing ethnic cleansing of the Karen people by the Burmese government.

I was in the Burmese-Thai border in late 2005 on a ten-day missions trip. Our group visited six Karen settlements, with populations ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand. It goes without saying that the Karen refugees in the Thailand border are impoverished and underprivileged. Most of them can effortlessly pack their life belongings in a laptop case. What struck me most was not their destitute state but their determination to achieve self-sufficiency. With limited facilities and little support, they have built schools, hygienic latrines, productive farms and spirited churches. Suffice to say, the Karen people are in general very resourceful and self-reliant compared to most Malaysians, especially the privileged lot that are legally more equal than others.

This article is not about the Karen people though. It’s about Malaysians, and Hindraf’s allegation of a systematic ethnic cleansing exercise.

Admittedly, there is no ethnic cleansing in any degree similar to the one taking place in Burma. Malaysians of all races (except those in jail and under ISA detention) are walking freely, talking casually and working tirelessly. With the exception of the annual UMNO general assembly, no armed group is lobbying for bloodshed and banishment of any particular community.

On the other hand, wars and conflicts are no longer limited to tanks and missiles but constrictive economics sanctions as well.

Similarly, ethnic cleansing need not be manifested strictly in bloody slaughter and merciless executions, even though that too happening to Indian youths in police lock-ups. To a large extent, ethnic cleansing need not be demonstrated physically by the aggressor but is just as real if it is tangible to the party on the receiving end.

Let’s start from the cradle.

Non-Malays are generally hesitant to have more than two children.

Some say that it is just not our nature to breed like hamsters but this argument does not stand. Our grandparents and great grandparents mostly had many children, even while they were living as impoverished immigrants in the then Malaya. Let’s be frank, Barisan Nasional knows fully well why non-bumiputeras are reluctant to have many children. We need to think deeply about their future. We need to support them till the age of 23/25 years of age, and that’s a bloody long time in a human life of 70 years. We do not have sekolah asrama penuh all laid out to welcome our children even if they were high-achievers. Our children do not have the privileges of applying for the many delicious scholarships dished out every day by the rich Malay(sian) government. Like Gentiles in Jewish land, we are the dogs that await the crumps of bread that fall off the dining table, which is why the MCA is so proud to have ‘fought’ for 2000+ scholarships for Chinese students over a grand period of eleven years.

To ensure that our children have an educated future, we work like farm dogs trying to save enough for that university education, in view of the real likelihood that they might not be accepted into our mediocre local universities even if they fared supremely well in STPM over their matriculation counterparts. In order to save that enough of cash, we wander far and wide, effectively creating a non-Malay diaspora. When we do somehow manage to save enough ringgit, we convert it to dollars and pounds to send our children far and wide away from Tanah Melayu, exacerbating a vicious cycle of perpetual non-Malay diaspora. Slowly but surely, over the years since independence, it is estimated that a million non-bumiputeras have left the nation. The NEP has got to be the most successful policy in the history of UMNO.

Our non-bumi children have only a few choices in life compared to then endless openings accorded to the Malays under UMNO rule. Either we educate our children well to become qualified professionals, encourage them into business or send them to peddle illegal DVDs if they can't do the former two.

UMNO does not want more nons in Malaysia, but since they can't officially make that annoucement (yet), they relay the message less than subtly in the form of a half century of racial marginalization. When the going is tough for a certain community, they will to a certain degree limit their fecundity. Couple the apartheid efforts with active immigration of Muslim Indonesians and before long, the population of the unwanted citizens can be reduced tremendously.

My point is, when government policies effectively favor one community and discriminates another, it is nothing less than bloodless ethnic genocide.

That was only education, and education alone is an extremely powerful driving factor – one that drives unwanted citizens away from Malaysia, that is. How about the armed forces and civil service and legal illegal immigration?

There is little truth that non-bumis are uninterested to join the civil service or armed forces. There are more than enough personal testimonies of non-bumis applying for the civil service but end up being rejected. For people like myself who are already in the public sector, I see less and less reason to serve a government that discriminates even in healthcare services. Look at our armed forces – the military, the airforce and the Polis Diraja Malaysia. The Malays guys I used to catch as the deputy head prefect for playing truant and smoking in the school toilet are now handing me traffic summonses and soliciting duit kopi. Conversely, my non-Malay friends who graduated from University Malaya applied to join the police force but were rejected. Preposterous? That’s ethnic marginalization Malaysian style.

When the ruling party practices divide and rule and permits only a certain group of people to bear arms, the threat of ethnic cleansing is received stealthily but crystal clearly.

Come over to Sabah. Unskilled, untalented, uneducated and crime-prone illegals from Philipines/Indonesia roam the streets with unlimited liberty. They are the legal illegal immigrants. A young Filipino lady peddling her body by the streets of Jalan Gaya may hold a Malaysian IC while a highly qualified non-bumi professional requires a working permit.

My verdict is simple. I concur with Hindraf’s allegations of an on-going systematic ethnic cleansing in multi-racial Malaysia, not in a classic armed genocide but through variable measures whose final motive is to reduce the total population of certain communities.



Unlike the Karens in the latest Rambo flick, we will any John Rambo coming to our aid. We do have ourselves though, and change must begin in us. For starters, let’s us all be more vocal and vehement in condemning racial policies, even and especially when racial policies go in our favor, if ever.

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Parti Gerakan Rakyat Malaysia - A True Story, A Blood Story

Parti Gerakan Rakyat Malaysia – A True Story, A Blood Story

Not too long ago, I was the escorting doctor for a blood donation drive. It was held on a Saturday, and was organized by the Kota Kinabalu Branch of Gerakan. Now I didn’t know that initially of course, but even if I did, I would still have gone along. I’m no political fanatic who’ll refuse to participate in something noble organized by a party I oppose and detest much.

Starting at 8.00 am, it was mostly an uneventful day.

The time was nearing 4.15 pm. The blood drive was due to end by 5 pm. The organizing committee was getting restless, so was I. They were restless because Gerakan had yet to fulfill their aim of 50 donors. I was restless because the afternoon was warm and humid. I was on call the night before, barely slept an hour and by 5 pm that day, I would have been awake for almost 36 hours. At 4.30 pm, one of the organizing committee members brought 10 of his Filipino construction workers to the event. Sabahans were not as generous with their blood as they had expected. He had decided the only way to meet their promised target of 50 donors was by getting his labourers to part with 500cc of blood. He was cheered and commended by his other Gerakan accomplices.

I was less than impressed or amused.

Firstly, it was unethical to use one’s position of authority to coerce subordinates into an activity like blood donation. Nothing in medicine is without risk. Blood donation is no exception, both to the donor and the future recipient. Donating blood requires informed consent. His workers, uneducated as they are, may be informed about the adverse effects of blood donation, but were they truly consenting out of free will, or was it out of fear of employer backlash?

My blood was boiling.

I had known better not to judge a book by its cover, but these Filipinos ruggards just didn’t appear to be safe blood donors. They had tattoos all over. They were young, single and testosterone-charged men living among other men. They work half the day away, toiling at construction sites. When night falls, young, single, testosterone-charged men will invite other men for some extracurricular activities. Sex trade is rampant in Kota Kinabalu and Sabah in general. Young uneducated Filipino/Indonesians girls are literally cheap, well within the expenditure of most hardcore labourers.

Energetized men with rushing libido coupled with unschooled girls whose bodies are for hire – a perfect recipe for transmission of HIV/AIDS, hepatitis B,C, syphilis and any STDs.

I put up a straight face, despite the fact I was exhausted deep within.

I interrogated the ten men aged between 15 – 45 years. They were not informed for what purpose they were there for. The fifteen-year-old was automatically rejected – he was in no position to make an informed consent, though he just might be smarter than most UiTM graduates. Some of the others confessed to multiple visits to brothels, hardly any surprises there. All had tattoos performed under unsterile methods by non-professionals, which was probably why their tattoos were so downright horrible. The remaining few, after seeing their friends grilled on their sex life by a young doctor, denied any sexual promiscuity despite my strict persistence.

I had no choice.

Like VK Lingam, one’s testimony has to be accepted when one refuses to confess even in the midst of strong circumstances suggesting otherwise. Four of the ten were subsequently cleared for transfusion. The Gerakan guy was applauded by his friends. I am not informed of the further tests on their donated blood prior to transfusion. I can only hope they were clean and properly tested before transfusion. Granted, all donated blood are tested twice prior to transfusion, but there is always a window period where the infection is present, but not detectable. Minimizing the adverse effects of blood transfusions starts at the lowest level – selecting the right donors which was not practiced in this Gerakan effort.

This is the story of a political party that placed more emphasis on saving face rather than the safety of the community they live in. This is the tale of a Gerakan lapdog who will attempt so score political points even if that meant forcing individuals to do something potentially risky against one’s freewill. This is my account of a one-day working experience with Parti Gerakan Rakyat Malaysia of Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. I have no idea how many blood donation drives BN component parties organize each year. I dread to think that these same people will be behind the scenes of future events, or the commanding voices in the corridors of power.

This is my Gerakan story. This is a blood story. Above all else, this is a true story.

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Titles, Honors, Hypocrisy and Self Righteousness

Opposition politicians should surrender their state titles.

To wage war against UMNO yet keep UMNO-associated titles smacks of hypocrisy and self-righteousness.



Titles, Honors, Hypocrisy and Self Righteousness

There is something about Malaysia and Malaysians that I can never gel with.

There is little doubt that the element of feudalism is still heavy and pungent in our evolving society.

The most ominous evidence of it is manifested in the form of titles and honors.

People address so-called VIPs as Datuk, Datuk Seri and Tan Sri, and they take extra care to ensure that no one with a title or an elongated one is addressed wrongly or deficiently. At government ceremonies, so much time and attention is devoted to addressing a fellow human being in the right manner and in the proper order. It must be Datuk Seri and not Dato’ Seri, Datuk Dr. Hj. and not Datuk Hj. Dr.

Folks who have studied in our local universities will definitely remember the mouthful manner in which we address Professor Emeritus Datuk Dr. Hj. Christians who go to that mega church in Damansara Indah are well acquainted with their beloved Reverend Datuk Dr. Pastor.

I do not know if this fixation on titles and honors are found only in Malaysia or if it is a general obsession throughout the world. What I do know though, is that the President of the United States of America is addressed as Mr. President, period. The Prime Minister of England is addressed as Mr. Prime Minister, full stop.

Titles and honors in Malaysia are greatly overrated, especially more so since most recipients are loyalists to the ruling party or anyone who has enough cash to lobby for a title. In most nations, titles and state honors are accorded in few numbers and only to the most distinguished individuals. In our country, one’s Datukship is more often than not an identification of one’s allegiance to the Datuk Seri who in turn is closely aligned to that Tan Sri.

State titles have long been a source of abuse. They are the means to attain that multi-million ringgit contract, the short cut to get something done in one’s favor, the gateway to meet another titled personality.

Personally, I have come to regard most state titles as a badge of shame and a mark of treason.

State titles are awarded by the royalty, but seriously, do we really believe that royalty awards titles totally independent of UMNO/BN’s ‘recommendation’ and ‘advice’?

Does anyone honestly think that the royalties of each state are of full knowledge regarding the people they award with PJK, JP, AMN, ETC?

Most titled persons can never deny that the only reason behind their state titles was their blind loyalty to a corrupted regime.

That is exactly why I personally think that Anwar Ibrahim and his band of PKR brothers should abandon their titles and state honors as a matter of principle. Anwar Ibrahim received his Datukship while he was still in UMNO, so did Khalid Ibrahim.

Why are they still proudly carrying those titles now?

If they are currently of the stand that UMNO is a party that has brought rot to the nation by their corrupt practices, is it not logical that the titles bestowed by that corrupted party is contaminated with nepotism and cronyism too?

To wage war against UMNO yet keep UMNO-associated titles smacks of hypocrisy and self-righteousness.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

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Principles and Practice of Blogging

My Principles Of Writing


When I first started this web log one month ago, I asked myself in the first post that probably no one had read just what was it that I was trying to achieve.

I didn’t know. I still don’t, to a certain extent.

The Truth is Important
I was determined not to write anything that I am not authoritative enough to. I am not going to lay half truths and frank lies because the mainstream media has already claimed that role. If I were to write anything factual, it would be something that I am personally going through and living in – my niche in daily life. That is why I write about healthcare and education and Sabah and Project IC in a somewhat authoritative manner. I am sure of what I am writing and most importantly, I can face my conscience every day.

Freedom of Speech
I respect the freedom of speech. As Voltaire said, “I may not approve of you say but I will defend to my death your very right to say it.” I’ve learnt from a young age that everyone has opinions, even though they might not verbalize it, as evidenced by the high number of readers in most blogs but the small number of comments. As this is my web log, I am free to write my opinion the same way you are free to criticize. My responsibility as blog owner is to ensure that I will criticize tactfully and with reasons or evidence. Apart from that, the rest is beyond my control like whether one chooses to criticize my opinion or attack my character instead.

Equality for All
Malaysians live in a land of inequality and injustice. We have different rules and standards set in practice for the UMNOputras and Bumiputras, Malays and non-Muslims, BN politicians and opposition, East and West Malaysians. Web logs are different, at least most of them. In this one at least, no one will be denied due credit or spared from criticisms. BN or DAP, PKR or PAS, NECF or JAIS – if I feel and am of the opinion that something rotten needs to be written about, I will and will do so without fear or favor. As a non-partisan Malaysian, I am not obliged to toe the line set in place by any registered organization. I may have voted for a particular party in the general elections or go to a church of a particular organisation, but that does not mean that I am prohibited to speak my minds when my thoughts nag me to. I have my thoughts and I will use them in the way I see fit. If I am to be proven wrong later, I will gladfully eat humble pie.

Emotions Matter
My recent posts criticizing the NECF seem to receive very emotional backlash, with the comments revolving around my character and motives rather than the argument itself. I welcome all your comments and read them through and through. I will not remove any comments unless these are written with malicious intentions to anger or hurt any particular community. I understand that some issues have been projected by the BN government to be “sensitive’ and “touchy” though I personally think that these are overexaggerated. This blog was never intended to be a people-pleaser. I have accepted the fact that no matter what I do or say or write, there is no way I can please everyone and anyone. Therefore, the onus is on readers to decide how they will respond a certain post. Should we be emotional and angry when someone we adore and respect is criticized or do we ponder over it with reason and logic and rebut accordingly?

A Different Viewpoint
I am no political scientist or qualified analyst. I am not trained in statistics or history. There are many learned and authoritative personalities out there who write theses and books and volumes on a wide variety of topics. If there was something I can offer Malaysia and the world, it would be a different perspective - a naïve, questioning viewpoint on the events that are constantly unfolding around us.

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Bagai Pinang Dibelah Dua?

Bagai Pinang Dibelah Dua?

Some say opposites attract, others believe like begets like. I don’t know, and I wonder if the rhetoric really matters in the first place.

The BN politicians are so similar – arrogant, racist and kiasu, yet together they have ruled and ruined Malaysia for 50 years already.

The opposition politicians meanwhile are so divided by ideals, struggles and methodology. Yet united only via righteous anger towards the wrongs taking place in the land, they have managed to forge a ruling coalition that is currently establishing rule in five states.

People decry the cooperation between the DAP and PAS. From the auntie selling kangkung in the market to the housewife watching Astro TVB8 to the computer geek dining in Secret Recipe, many are questioning DAP’s election pledges and wondering if the DAP-PAS pact would ever last before Britney Spears’ next incarceration in a psychiatric unit.

These are interesting times we are living in, watching like anxious spectators how DAP will learn to share a niche with PAS.

For too long a time now, the DAP and PAS have been unnecessary nemeses. They both have more in common than they realize, and many of their supposed differences will eventually turn out to be similarities and opportunities towards solidarity.

Both DAP and PAS have received the worst from the BN propaganda machineries. PAS has been successfully painted as the Taliban of Malaysia while the DAP, a Chinese-chauvinistic triad group. The names of both parties have been smudged tactlessly for half a century now. In comparison, excluding the shame Anwar Ibrahim endured in Sept 1998, the party of PKR itself has received relatively meek name-smearing from the BN media. From 1957 till 1999, the DAP and PAS were bearing relentless slander while many from the current PKR were still accomplices of UMNO back then. Thus both DAP and PAS were comrades in suffering for a great part of each other’s existence, if they are willing to see from this perspective.

There has been few political parties consistently gung-ho in espousing their principles and practice of governance. Apart from its Islamic state goal, PAS has strayed little from its ideals. It is still the PAS that emphasizes Islamic spirituality as the guiding compass in individuals and ruling authorities. It is still the PAS that practices most of what it preaches – living moderately and leading responsibly, as demonstrated by the humble lifestyles by choice among most of its leaders. Similarly, DAP’s battle cry has not evolved much since the day Malaysia started degenerating under the BN leadership. DAP’s demand for accountability in leadership, social justice regardless of ethnicity, independent media, disinterested judiciary and freedom of speech have always been described as stale and irrelevant by the BN media. The other perspective is to view DAP’s agenda as one teeming with consistency and sincerity. One can’t be singing the same tune for yeas sincere unless one is sincere in words and thoughts. What is remarkably clear is that both DAP and PAS are believers in the same endpoints of good governance albeit through different mechanisms.

Both parties are also notorious for saying the bitter truth and usually in a manner that permits the BN media to quote it out of context. When Nik Aziz remarked that some ladies are dressing too scantily to the effect that a Tok Guru’s faith is put to the test, it was quoted in the media that ladies were dressing so provocatively as an invitation to be raped. When Ronnie Liu stated the obvious that independence was attained not only by UMNO’s sole effort but by many quarters including the Communist Party of Malaya, it was twisted so badly it became Chin Peng bapa kemerdekaan Malaysia.

What I personally see in PAS and DAP is great passion – an earnest desire to right the wrongs.



They are not exactly bagai pinang dibelah dua – two spilt betel nuts aren’t exactly identical by the way. If the two parties can harvest their individual strengths and work on their similarities instead of harping on their petty differences, they can achieve great things together.

Hopefully la.













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Lame. Boy-George Lame.

Just when I was thinking of eating humble pie…

In view that the Christians in Malaysia probably did vote for the opposition parties this time around and therefore contributed to the waves of unprecedented change, perhaps I was wrong in accusing the NECF of subtly influencing believers into maintaining the BN status quo.

Out of curiosity, I searched the NECF website
for perhaps a post-election statement of sorts, all prepared to eat humble pie.

The Jan-Feb issue of Berita NECF has however convinced me that at least one or two personalities of the NECF do have some vested interests in supporting a BN government.

Once again, the NECF attempts to pit Christians against PAS for reasons best known to themselves. In one short passing statement, they equate PAS to nothing but the implementation of hudud and shariah law then proceed to explain in needless jargon why Christians opted for UMNO over PAS out of social responsibility towards collective socialism. They call themselves intellectual Christian think tanks but on this issue, they sound like empty tin cans.

Now while I was contemplating a Kit-Siang-like humble apology to the NECF, they too issued a sorry of their own, but in a relatively Bung Mukhtar style. I was obviously not the only one upset over the NECF’s apparent condemnation of the BERSIH and HINDRAF rallies, and the NECF must have received enough complaints from fellow believers in order to issue an apology of sorts. The NECF clarifies that it is supportive of the right to peaceful assembly. Strange, they truly didn’t seem to be when they openly accused the peaceful rallies of obstructing traffic and disrupting businesses. Now that’s classical not practicing what one preaches. If they had truly believed in the right to peaceful assembly, they would not have condemned the rallies in the identical way the BN politicians did.

In the closing messages of the Jan-Feb issue, the NECF sings a familiar tune more often read in the mainstream media. Apart from the usual “vote wisely”, the NECF adds that Christians should not vote with emotions based on recent events and current issues. Well, it sounds like Ong Ka Ting, looks like Ong Ka Ting but is definitely not Ong Ka Ting or Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, unless both have converted to Christianity in secret.

Lastly, the NECF justifies its apparent silence on social issues. Obviously, I am once again not the only Christian perturbed by the NECF’s deafening silence. The NECF begins its justification by describing its pro-activity on all issues in the past. It went on to announce that it has recently reached an agreement with the Christian Federation of Malaysia (CFM) that they will only comment on issues affecting Christians and the Christian church.

Lame, Boy-George lame.

It is so easy to justify silence by saying we would only mind our own business. Problem is, the NECF did not and does not, as exemplified by their swift condemnation of many of the opposition’s activities since 2004. It does not require any strength and godliness to stand up for one’s own interests and benefits, the UMNO fellows are able to do that on any given day. If that is the stand the NECF has taken, so be it, for it speaks volumes of its principles and practices.

Just as Gerakan and MCA need to reinvent themselves to be more relevant to society, perhaps, just maybe the NECF would like to search within itself too.

I owe them no apology and am not eating humble pie till proven wrong.


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From UMNO to PKR Hegemony?

From UMNO to PKR hegemony?

I’m made it clear from the start that I have more distrust for Keadilan than I do for PAS.

Recent events vindicate me to a certain extent.When Lim Kit Siang first made a statement announcing a boycott for the swearing-in of the Perak Menteri Besar, bloggers and commentators sounded the battle cry and bashed him with no mercy. The comments on Raja Petra Kamaruddin’s Malaysia-today are proof of it all. Lim Kit Siang apologized publicly soon after, in the most humble and sincere manner from a Malaysian politician to date.

Not too subtly, similar announcements were coming from the PKR’s camp. Syed Husin Ali threatened abandonment of the coalition government if PKR’s demands for representation in the Perak exco were not met. Over in Selangor, the finalization of the state government’s exco list has apparently hit an impasse as a result of PKR’s refusal to grant DAP their fair share of excos, citing racial imbalance and insufficient Malay representation. Surprisingly, there have been little murmurs, if at all over PKR’s growing arrogance and refusal to compromise the way DAP did in the Perak state government.

At parliamentary level, PKR is set to assume the position of opposition leader via Dr. Wan Azizah. Fair enough, in view that they hold the most number of seats among the opposition parties. The lingering question is, do they believe in democracy more than meritocracy? Wan Azizah has been in Parliament since 1999, a total of 9 years – which is a long time. She has had enough time to prove her salt but does anyone actually remember any moments where she created waves in parliamentary debates?

As far as I can remember, it was always the 12 DAP parliamentarians that received the worst from the rude and arrogant UMNO Mps when the DAP bench raised issues that were pertinent to the people of Malaysia. I have not read much of Wan Azizah raising any eyebrow or waking any sleepy eyes in all her years in parliament. If verbal abuses and insulting taunts were a measure of how active an MP was in parliament, Kit Siang, Karpal Singh, Kulasegaran and Fong Po Kuan are way ahead at the forefront. They have been outnumber 10:1 in Parliament and insulted beyond belief – all because they tried to stand up for stupid Malaysian voters. On the contrary, Wan Azizah has not ruffled any UMNO/BN feathers, at least none that ever made it to the press. If PKR truly believed in meritocracy, then there are many DAP parliamentarians that are more suited and qualified to lead the opposition bench compared to Wan Azizah. At the same time, if they truly believed in the principles of democracy, then they would have lobbied for DAP to lead the Perak state government in view that DAP held the most number of seats. Either way, there is the element of cakap tak serupa bikin coming from the PKR camp.

Would you as an employer hire someone who tells you he/she is not interested in the job? Surely not, I say. However, that is exactly what we’ve done. Wan Azizah was never interested the job of being an MP. She was thrust into it after the downfall of her husband. She held it for eight years and has recently announced that she just might step aside after being elected to allow Anwar Ibrahim to contest in a Penampang Pauh by-election. Do you really think a person who is not interested to be an MP is the best person for the task of being opposition leader? Or maybe you think that Wan Azizah will eventually pass the baton of being opposition leader to Anwar Ibrahim later?

Well, Anwar Ibrahim will indeed make a great opposition leader. Just one problem though, like his wife, he too is not interested to be opposition leader. He wants to be Prime Minister, which is why he is currently obsessed luring disgruntled BN MPs to cross over to Keadilan, at no cost apparently. This brings me to my next provoking thought. Isn’t vote-buying and party-hopping more of an UMNO/BN culture? When one is unable to form a government by legitimate means, one has to resort to back door techniques. That, my friend, is exactly what Anwar Ibrahim is trying to accomplish now. Vehemently, he declares that Keadilan would have formed the next government if not for election frauds and rampant vote-buying, but here he is, trying something similar by luring discontented BN warlords and position-obsessed MPs to join his camp. Take a look at Richard Riot, the Serian MP who reportedly resigned from BN out of frustration of not being accorded a cabinet post. Is this the kind of character PKR wants to be associated with?

It’s really ironic that Anwar Ibrahim is canvassing for defectors over in East Malaysia. His party was very much the spoiler to begin with, or at least very much to be blamed for the opposition’s trashing in Sabah/Sarawak. PKR refused to make way for DAP in so many seats that were DAP’s traditional battlezone, resulting in vote-splitting three-way fights that proved so profitable to the BN candidates. In a number of seats, the total votes received by the two opposition candidates actually exceeded the BN candidate’s. If Keadilan were sensible and reasonable enough, it would have conceded that the party does not have much to show in Sarawak especially, as proven by its dismal performance in the 2005 Sarawak state elections. As a late-comer in Malaysian politics, it should have given way to DAP to fight in its traditional seats but it didn’t and now has to resort to backdoor entry into Borneo.

More and more every day, PKR is resembling UMNO in more aspects than one.

I still believe in the possibility of a stable and progressive DAP/PKR/PAS coalition government. If Keadilan continues its unjustified arrogance and unreasonable reasoning however, Malaysia will finally witness real change – a shift from UMNO political hegemony to PKR hegemony.

Some might ask, what can be worse than UMNO? My answer: two UMNOs.
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Slapped, Pushed and Kicked Around.

I don’t feel an attraction or any strong pull towards Singapore or Australia or the USA. I owe my medical career to the rakyat of Malaysia who subsidized my university education. I repeat - I owe my current career to the citizens of Malaysia, not to the BN government. Out of honor, I serve the needy community in return. I do not see a life in another country any more comfortable or satisfying. There is no pull factor, no red carpet, no open arms, no welcome banner, no golden handshake, no personal invitation from any foreign land.

Yet, there is always this push factor from the country I was born in. It’s unspoken, unwritten, unannounced, unpublished. It’s felt and tangible so it must be real and existent.




The Push Factor

A friend of mine will be resigning from the Ministry of Health soon. No, she is not headed for the lucrative private sector. She is headed for university again, having been accepted into the Skim Latihan Akademik Bumiputera (SLAB).

Born of Pakistani father and Sabahan Chinese mother, she is somehow registered as a bumiputra. She entered medical school two years younger than us non-bumis. I don’t remember her as an outstanding medical student. In fact, if I don’t remember wrongly, she was almost retained in the first years for failing three consecutive semesters.

One week ago, she was still a humble house officer – taking blood in the wards, receiving orders from medical officers and specialists and running around frantically tracing investigation reports. She was not particularly outstanding as a house officer as well – not exceptionally knowledgeable or skilful, not noticeably more astute clinically than other doctors.

Next week, she will be a trainee lecturer-specialist in Universiti Malaya. In UM-land, she will join the hundreds of other SLAB beneficiaries and NEP products training to be a surgeon. She will be cradled like a precious stool sample, with extra care and guidance to ensure a smooth sailing over the next four years. Along the process of being spoon-fed, she would be lecturing medical students on how to study medicine and become community-oriented doctors. All tuition fees will be fully sponsored by the Ministry of Higher Education.

Four years from now, at the tender age of 30, she will be recognized as a full-fledged surgeon in Bolehland. She will be barking orders at the medical officers who once ordered her around - non-Malays like myself who are only eligible to begin applying for specialty after 4 years in Ministry of Health service, roughly around the age of 31.

I don’t feel an attraction or any strong pull towards Singapore or Australia or the USA. I owe my medical career to the rakyat of Malaysia who subsidized my university education. I repeat - I owe my current career to the citizens of Malaysia, not to the BN government. Out of honor, I serve the needy community in return. I do not see a life in another country any more comfortable or satisfying. There is no pull factor, no red carpet, no open arms, no welcome banner, no golden handshake, no personal invitation from any foreign land.

Yet, there is always this push factor from the country I was born in. It’s unspoken, unwritten, unannounced, unpublished. It’s felt and tangible so it must be real and existent.

The SLAB programs and its other NEP siblings all serve to inhibit and retard the achievements of non-bumiputeras across a wide range of disciplines and fields. With its strict and increasingly strict requirements on non-bumi doctors to pursue specialty training in Malaysia, it is the ultimate push factor that purges away people like me.

The push factor forces me to rethink the noble choice of serving a community that supported my education versus the obligation of prudent stewardship by looking towards seemingly greener pastures.

It pushes me to study hard so that in future, if and when I come across these NEP/SLAB products, I can confidently kick their ignorant spoon-fed asses.

When one is so slapped in the face by arrogant SLAB products, one is pushed and driven to gain new and marketable skills, to be globally useful and locally humble.

When one is pushed around and kicked about often enough, one learns to seek a place away from the abusive forces.


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No winds of Change in the Land beneath the Winds (5)

Already, there are rumors of elected representatives offering to cross over to Keadilan. Whether this takes place or not is really immaterial. Sabah politicians are typified by the likes of Bung Mokhtar – overfed and undereducated, insatiably greedy and incorrigibly corrupted...



No winds of Change in the Land beneath the winds (5)

“Bagus bah sekarang….UMNO akan salurkan lebih banyak wang untuk Sabah.”

“Saya mau undi pembangkang tapi saya kena bagi 30 ringgit bah…”

“Itu DAP tidak mau DEB di Penang.”

“Sekarang BN akan balas Sabah dengan lebih banyak pembangunan and menteri kabinet”

Working in Sabah is really a test of one’s patience. Being uneducated is one thing, being voluntarily ignorant is another.

If I get stupid statements from the ignorant and impoverished rural folks, it is only to be expected and I can fully understand their predicament.

It is totally the opposite however if I get stupid answers and retarded statements from the educated Sabahans in the heart of Kota Kinabalu. I can never understand how a Sabahans think, if they at all. I will never be able to step into their shoes and walk a mile in them cos their BN leaders who have done so have robbed them off their shoes. I am unable to see the world as a Sabahan does.

To many Sabahans, the land of Sabah is their be all, end all – their destiny from the cradle to the grave.

They look upon Sabah as though Sabah is all there is. They think Sabah, talk Sabah, and sleep Sabah. When they vote, they vote for anything Sabah, like Parti Bersatu Sabah, Sabah Progressive Party and Parti Bersatu Rakyat Sabah. Anything with a Peninsular origin will be rejected, anything except UMNO of course, and who knows for what reasons Sabahans look only towards UMNO for leadership and direction.



Most Sabahans thought that their blind loyalty to UMNO in the recent elections would be rewarded accordingly – more development funds, more cabinet representation, more Sabah in everything and anything. There was great anticipation to the day of announcing the new Malaysian cabinet. Well, the day has come and gone.

Once again, they have been let down by UMNO. Their ‘representation’ in the new Malaysian cabinet has remained status quo. It’s the same few lame Sabah faces - Bernard Dompok (PM’s Department), Shafie Apdal (Culture, Heritage) and Maximus Ongkili (Science, Technology and Innovation).

Already, there are rumors of elected representatives offering to cross over to Keadilan. Whether this takes place or not is really immaterial. Sabah politicians are typified by the likes of Bung Mokhtar – overfed and undereducated, insatiably greedy and incorrigibly corrupted.

Money and power will change these politicians’ loyalty, but what about the common man on the street?

Sadly, the fact remains, Sabahans will still lap up every word that comes from the mouth of Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. Put Najib or Hishammudin or Khairy Jamaludin or even a rotten potato as PM and Sabahans will still support him.

They will never learn from their mistakes. Like a stupid girl, they will forever be looking out for the jerk that cheated her wealth and dignity yet continue to believe that the jerk is sincere and true.


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No Other Choice but MS:ISO

Most people have some amount of useful knowledge and marketable skills acquired through sheer hard work. Some are born with natural insight and tremendous brain power. Very few are gifted with exceptional talents. However, there will always be that unfortunate soul every now and then who has nothing – no knowledge, no skills, no talent and no inherent ability to acquire new skills and craftwork....

When one is not capable of treating dysentery, one needs to earn a living through verbal diarrhea....



MS:ISO And The Prevention of Crime

Many organizations in Malaysia are currently obsessed over ISO accreditation. It’s all around us - private, government and government-linked companies are not spared.

For those who are unfamiliar with ISO accreditation, it is simply this: professionals like doctors and nurses will be instructed by non-medical personnel how to run their wards and manage their patients in the seemingly most organized, tried and tested manner.

More often than not, it means unrelenting and strict rigidity. It means filling up every single form completely and in double copies even when it brings no benefit to patients. It is keeping tons and tons of useless records and statistics even when there are no concrete plans to act on the data. It revolves around slogans and acronyms and more slogans that are not put to practice. It’s the emphasis on style over substance, like decorating the depressing general wards with bright pink posters and banana yellow ribbons and not attending to the elderly patient whose bedsores are drowning in foul-smelling diarrhea faeces. As I am in healthcare, it was only natural for me to use healthcare as an example.

In Malaysia, ISO accreditation programs are run and managed by SIRIM. Other organizations similar to SIRIM is the Institut Tadbir Negara (INTAN) and the Biro Tatanegara in the Prime Minister’s Department.

I support organizations like SIRIM, INTAN and programs like ISO accreditation and National Service and the brainwashing Kursus Induksi compulsory for all civil servants.

Surprise? Let me elaborate.

Most people have some amount of useful knowledge and marketable skills acquired through sheer hard work. Some are born with natural insight and tremendous brain power. Very few are gifted with exceptional talents. However, there will always be that unfortunate soul every now and then who has nothing – no knowledge, no skills, no talent and no inherent ability to acquire new skills and craftwork.

Like the rest however, such a person needs to make ends meet and feed his litter of half dozen kids back home.

That is where organizations like SIRIM, INTAN, Biro Tatanegara and programs like National Service, Kursus Induksi and all other stupid government programs come in. You see, when one has no talent, skills or knowledge, one needs only to be parrots of the ruling party. When one is not capable of treating dysentery, one needs to earn a living through verbal diarrhea.

Read from a text and call it a speech. Show a slide and consider it a lecture. Point at a picture and call it analysis. Lay out some graphs and label it as statistics. Present some data and term it research. Do that every day of one’s life, then retire and receive life-long government pension.

SIRIM, INTAN, BTN – these bodies play a far more important role than the Polis Diraja Malaysia in preventing and reducing crime in Malaysia.

If there were no such redundant organizations and their corresponding stupid programs, I’m afraid that the unemployment rate and therefore crime in Malaysia could be much higher. These unskilled, unknowledgeable and untalented people will find no employment anywhere else and resort to a life of robbery, thievery and snatch.

So the next time you have those SIRIM officers going around scrutinizing your daily work, keep the cool and have some sympathy. It’s not easy living without skills, talent and knowledge. And as for all who are attending Kursus Induksi currently, please bear with that fat idiot up on stage giving a lecture on May 13. He can’t bullshit like the Sabah state neurosurgeon but he’s trying nonetheless. Appreciate the effort at least.

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In Search of That Elusive Malay Guy/Girl

Only Malays can change the nation. Only Malays can determine the destiny of Tanah Melayu.

I say Malays and not-bumis because the non-Malay bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak have proven themselves beyond reasonable doubt that they are not resistant to change but receptive to further damnation. The burden of leading the nation therefore falls solely upon the shoulders of our Malay friends.




In Search Of That Elusive Malay Guy/Girl


The March 2008 general election showed that Malaysians of all races and religion can unite in certain circumstances for a common cause. It also showed that only the Malay race can inject a radical change.

There is no way PAS could have taken Kedah if the Malay folks did not swing against UMNO. Similarly, if the Malays in Penang, Perak and Selangor did not opt for the opposition parties, Anwar Ibrahim would not be going around currently prematurely touting PKR as the ‘government-in-waiting’.

Being the majority race, only Malays can decide if Malaysia will have a change of federal government in the future or be forever doomed under the racist Barisan Nasional. With each passing year the composition of non-Malays in the nation’s population is shrinking and with each re-delineation exercise of electoral constituencies, there will hardly be any areas with predominant non-Malay voters.

Only Malays can change the nation. Only Malays can determine the destiny of Tanah Melayu.

I say Malays and not-bumis because the non-Malay bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak have proven themselves beyond reasonable doubt that they are not resistant to change but receptive to further damnation. The burden of leading the nation therefore falls solely upon the shoulders of our Malay friends.

We need to stop this illusion of ever having a non-Malay as PM or deputy PM ever in our lifetime and forevermore. That’s not gonna happen with the bumiputera population flying higher and faster than the DAP rocket and exacerbated by Chinese buggers running off to Australia/Canada/US/UK and further aggravated by our Indian machas focusing their attention on bedding Sabahan ladies.

The search and aim instead should be for a generation of young Malays who are capable of demonstrating unpopular courage.

These are the new age Malays who will speak their minds and not parrot the tiresome UMNO mantra. These are the hitherto unseen Malays who will be unashamed to fly a DAP flag just as the Kelantan Chinese and HINDRAF Hindus were proudly flying the PAS emblem. A number of Malays voted for the DAP this election but few are willing to admit it. A great number might even agree with the DAP’s principles and struggles for a just and equal Malaysia but hardly any has defended the DAP when it came under UMNO’s scathing slander recently. It’s requires no courage to be a Malay and PKR supporter. It requires great courage to stand up and be part of what the BN media has successfully portrayed as a Chinese chauvinist party.

Will we ever find enough of such Malay comrades?

I get pretty disheartened in this respect. I studied in a national school with a pretty balanced composition of the races. I later went on to study in a local public university where the predominant group was and still is and always will be the Malays. I am now serving in the Ministry of Health where I work with, under and for Malays. I must be honest to myself. I have not been too impressed.

The Malays are the only group of people that can make or break UMNO/BN. I wonder if they realize the burden upon their back.

There are some Malay issues I will never touch even with a sixty-foot pole. Mat rempits, incest, intravenous drug abuse, sexual promiscuity, abandoned newborn at suraus – all these are beyond my ability to comment on.

I will take a pick on the more educated Malays however, because they have been given the opportunity to expand their minds yet end up becoming parrots and echoes of UMNO’s racist viewpoints. They end up in exactly where UMNO intended them to be – trapped in an erroneous opinion that they are forever indebted to the NEP and UMNO. They seem contented working as peasants in a feudalistic system that promises little social mobility. They deem it rude and inappropriate to object and disagree even when things are utterly stupid and nonsensical. UMNO has so successfully indoctrinated these so-called university graduates with the dulu, kini, dan selamanya ideology. These group of educated Malays are beyond anyone’s reach and more sadly, they formed the bulk of the the very group with the power to lead Malaysia.

Those that did successfully see through UMNO’s tricks end up like the educated Chinese – too distressed to vote for UMNO yet too comfortable to speak out against it. There are of course exceptions to the rule, but really, are there no more courageous Malays other than the likes of Haris M Ibrahim?

If you’re a Malay brother reading this article, I challenge you to rise up and fill the role destined for you in this land called Malaysia. You know who you are, my friends.


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Stupid Press Statements

This is an article from Sabah's Daily Express.

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The Omnipresent NEP (1970-Forevermore)

It really doesn’t matter whether the NEP exists officially, or disguised under a more innocent name like the New National Agenda of UMNO Youth. For as long as there are UMNO-like Malays in decision-making positions, there will be subtle, silent but tangible marginalization of the minorities in Malaysia...



The Beginning of the End Of NEP?

Many non-bumis are elated that Lim Guan Eng decided to abolish the NEP in Penang. They hail it as a major breakthrough in institutionalized racial discrimination in the land called Malaysia. With the successful ‘abolishment’ of the NEP in Penang, many non-Malay folks are now calling for the Perak government to follow suit.

I say these people are all stupid fools.

Don’t mistake me for an UMNO apologist. I didn’t take any wrong or new medication. I also did not receive any big money from anyone to call my fellow DAP/PKR/PAS supporters degrading names.

It’s just that I honestly think that we were all really overwhelmed by the victory of five state governments that we have lost touch with reality on the ground.

Does anyone really believe that the NEP in Penang is gone forevermore with one official announcement by the chief minister? Does anyone really expect more tendes for non-Malay contractors simply because they now have an open system? Are all non-bumis closely anticipating and quietly hoping that there will be a fairer and brighter Malaysia soon?

Racial discrimination does not need the NEP. The majority race does not need an outdated policy to step over the heads of the minorities. Malay supremacy will continue to be the order of the day even if DAP, PKR and PAS all wholeheartedly denounce the NEP. Elements of the NEP will remain an integral part of Malaysian society even when UMNO is no longer the ruling party of Malaysia.

NEP is but a name of one of the too many policies Malaysia has enacted since independence. That’s all there is to it. In fact, if one scrutinizes the contents and aims of the NEP, no sane Malaysian will object to eradication of poverty regardless of race, amongst others.

NEP is not the cause of our eternal Malaysian curse. NEP merely lends an official name to the systematic ethnic marginalization that takes place in Malaysia due to overzealous Malay supremacists.

It really doesn’t matter whether the NEP exists officially, or disguised under a more innocent name like the New National Agenda of UMNO Youth. For as long as there are UMNO-like Malays in decision-making positions, there will be subtle, silent but tangible marginalization of the minorities in Malaysia. Take for example my alma mater Universiti Malaya. The decision making body in the university is the senate. The senate has the authority to employ as many Malay academic staff as it wants and as little non-Malays as it likes. It is really immaterial whether the Education Minister is Hishammudin Hussein, Mustapha Mohamed or maybe in the not too distant future, a PKR personality. The only factor that is important is whether the senate of UM believes in a fair Malaysia. Thus far, its actions show that it doesn’t. For as long as there are Malay people in positions of power thinking as UMNO does, behaving like UMNO does and feeling as UMNO does, racial discrimination will continue and persist in Tanah Melayu till kingdom comes.

In short, change in our race relations will not come from the echelons of power. It is very much the other way around. A real change can only come when the man on the street stops viewing the other person as a threat. The Malay guy must stop believing that his is a privileged race with a God-given right to supremacy over the other ethnic groups. The Chinese fella must put aside his anti-NEP pride and admit that there exists a great pool of talent among the Malay race. The Indian macha has no choice but to admit under the previous quota system, they were the greater beneficiaries than our Malay brethren when it came to local university intake.

here is no Lim Guan Eng or Anwar Ibrahim or Prof P.Ramasamy to look to in our quest to murder the NEP. The victim mentality among all races must cease – no more blame-the-British among the Malays, no more Malays-are-bullies among the Chinese, no more pundak-MIC among the Indians. We will forever be stalked by the remnants and soul of the NEP for as long we refuse to change our own viewpoints upon one another.

Only when a victim-bully mentality is no more can we truly be free from the NEP, if and when it is finally and officially no more.

Going by the current state of our race relations, do you think that is possible?







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PAS MB - Are You Afraid? (2)

Think of the characters we have had as Ipoh city mayors. Ismail Shah Bodin is the most memorable not because of his achievements as mayor but for his son’s role in a violent homicide in 2004. His successors are all utterly forgettable and their names hardly ring a bell: Talaat Husain, Sirajuddin Salleh, Hasan Nawawi and Mohamad Rafiai. The past chief ministers were equally embarrassing. From Ramli Ngah Talib to Tajol Rosli Ghazali, my memories of these UMNO crooks revolve around how each succeeding chief minister renovated the official residence immediately upon asuumption of power....



PAS MB – Are you afraid (2)

I will probably not be back in Ipoh, Perak for another few months. To a great extent, I will be out of touch with the issues people are facing back home. The new Perak state government should be up and running the next time I balik kampung. I do not anticipate any drastic changes, however.

People are still worried and fearful of having a PAS MB. Sometimes I can identify with their concerns, at other times I honestly think it is all unjustified paranoia.

We have a tendency to look back in time and reminisce that the past was better and simpler. It’s all biased selectivity. We take the good old times and compare it to the present, subconsciously forgetting the bitter parts as we worry about the future and all its uncertainties.

I am no expert in the history of Perak and more specifically, Ipoh.

I know that Ipoh was once the cleanest town/city in Malaysia and now it is a settlement with pockets of trash here, there and everywhere. Ipoh was once a vibrant hive of social and economic activities but is now the place to reside after retirement. Maybe I am biased in my observation, but Ipoh does seem to have one nursing home every 5 kilometer radius. It speaks volumes about the pathetic state of our warga emas. Buying property is regarded as investment elsewhere in the country but not in Ipoh, or Perak in general. It is sad in a great sense because Ipoh offers so much to its residents or at least, has a potential of doing so.

It seems convenient to blame the previous state government for the plight that Ipoh is currently in.

Think of the characters we have had as Ipoh city mayors. Ismail Shah Bodin is the most memorable not because of his achievements as mayor but for his son’s role in a violent homicide in 2004. His successors are all utterly forgettable and their names hardly ring a bell: Talaat Husain, Sirajuddin Salleh, Hasan Nawawi and Mohamad Rafiai. The past chief ministers were equally embarrassing. From Ramli Ngah Talib to Tajol Rosli Ghazali, my memories of these UMNO crooks revolve around how each succeeding chief minister renovated the official residence immediately upon asuumption of power.

Managing a city and a state is anything but easy. The UMNO rodents never had the abilities and the credentials to begin with. On top of it all, the UMNO goons were greedy and insatiable. Perak was doomed the moment these shady characters assumed power and has been doomed for many decades for now.

It can’t get any worse.

PAS MB, DAP MB, PKR MB or UMNO Baboon MB – the basic necessities and little luxuries of life for the people will still be in place. Water will still be clean, cleaner than Selangor’s and tastier than Sabah’s. Pork will still be available and more abundant than one can ever consume. Sewage will still flow, with or without Indah Water. The transvestites will not fade away in fear of Islamization – visitors to Ipoh will still be able to catch a glimpse of them. The business of tauge ayam will remain competitive although I personally don’t find it appealing in any way. Pirated DVDs will remain lucrative in Ipoh, and the quality will remain inferior to those in SS2, PJ. 4D numbers and lottery outlets will still be packed with crowds of eternal optimists even if they have never won a single time their entire lives. Expensive Foh San dim sum, kiasu Tesco customers, overrated Ipoh white coffee – these simple indulgences of life will not be hijacked under a teething coalition government.

The previous UMNO administration has proven itself to be a tyrant that does as it pleases.

Let’s hope that the new coalition government is one that listens and cares.

With that, I pledge my full support for Ir. Haji Mohamad Nizar Jamaluddin, unless he too turns out to be like the UMNO douchebags.


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Machas, It's Your Turn Now.

....stop boozing your money away and channel it to more beneficial cause – it doesn’t even have to be Indian-oriented. Spend less time trying to bed that Sino-Kadazandusun chick and show some concrete effort fighting for your places of worship. Quit whining and start communicating. Zip up the constant bullshit and cultivate the art of sensible communication. Register as a voter and not as the latest member of the newest gym/club in town. Learn the names of your latest MPs instead of the sexiest Bollywood stars. We don’t need more lame excuses and victim mentality from you machas, show us some guts and balls....



Machas, It’s Your Turn Now.


This is my web log, one I registered out of thin air and filled it with words and thoughts. I do not claim supreme right to say anything and everything I want, especially not things that are half truths and total lies. I also believe that motives behind one’s words and actions are equally important. If I make truthful statements but with the wrong intentions, my deeds are for naught and not any better than UMNO’s keris-wielding frenzy.

Still, I reserve the right to put in writing my thoughts and opinions as well as the right to eat humble pie should I be proven wrong later.

This article is about my fellow Malaysians of Indian ancestry and more specifically, those that work as doctors. More appropriately, it's about kicking fat asses of my Indian colleagues. If you have no interest in Indian tales then you are free to log off. I am quite sure however, most Sabahans will not log off from anything Indian since they seemingly have a fetish for all things Indian. The staff nurses should know what I am talking about – some of them will sleep with VK-Lingam-look-alikes. That’s side talk however and of no importance.

I returned to work after the elections. People were happy, shocked, surprised as well as angry and devastated, each for different reasons and vested interests.

The happiest of the lot from my observation were the Indian doctors. The machas were practically estatic and leaping with joy, high-five-ing each other over Sammy Vellu’s loss. They analyzed the Malaysian “political tsunami” and brainstormed as though they lived and breathed politics. If you never knew these machas you’d think that they were social activists fighthing a noble cause.

There was nothing inappropriate about that except for the fact that none of the Indian doctors I know ever went back to participate in the elections. They were not registered voters to begin with. They’d read anything but Malaysiakini or Malaysia-today. They were habitual participants of drunken sex orgies, not HINDRAF or Bersih rallies. They’d pay hundreds and thousands for a good booze but not a single ringgit or sen to the DAP/PKR election fund. They decry racial discrimination are fully aware about each other’s caste though they might not apply it. Indian professionals desire change but are reluctant or afraid to be part of the process. When change finally arrives without their contribution, they rejoice and jump for joy as though they were the instruments of change.

In fact, I have personally not come across any Indian colleagues who had any role in the election of the present government. Yet they were the happiest when BN/MIC/Sammy Vellu were defeated.

They say that the Indians have awakened after HINDRAF. I say not true. The majority of the Hindraf members was the downtrodden and oppressed, not professionals and educated Indians.

I say that the Malays have always been concerned about the state of the nation and their loyalty will always be towards the party that offers them the best deal in life. The Chinese have managed to unexpectedly kick BN/MCA’s ass real hard to the extent of voting for PAS, PKR and many non-Chinese candidates over the MCA. The poorest Indians have conquered their fear of the MIC and have taken a risk by opting for the opposition. In the midst of all this, the well-to-do and educated Indians are stuck in the same old mould - still as selfish, coward and hypocritical as ever before.

I work among doctors and I assure you, there are many Indian doctors. Most of them will be able to comment on Malaysian issues as though they were the experts in all disciplines. None of them will lift an inch of their pinky finger to help initiate change at all. These are the typical Indian crabs who know that their community is in trouble but will do anything to keep them down and out, especially by doing nothing but bullshitting their days away.

No wonder the Sabahans believe every word that the BN media speaks. They look at the Indian doctors and wonder how there can be any inch of truth in Hindraf’s allegations of a systematic racial marginalization and ethnic cleansing. In Sabah, the wealthy Indians form the largest crowd at night clubs and bars and the smallest pockets in political and charitable events, if at all. They hold the top positions in hospital departments and speak the loudest in any conversation. The biggest tippers, heaviest drinkers and non-stop smokers are all formed by our rich Indian machas. All the while back in Peninsular, their community is slowly trampled upon. They get no rest even at death as the JAIS buggers can come any time to claim that the deceased had converted to Islam before death.

The Indians of Peninsular Malaysia are expecting change – a change for the better for their lagging communities. Indeed they have seen some tremendous change of fate in such a short time.

Heck, Prof Ramasamy is the deputy chief minister of Penang and it is highly likely that the second deputy chief minister of Perak is most likely a macha too. In the long run and greater scale however, Indians need to stop looking at figureheads and esteemed personalities for a tangible betterment of their lot. There are so many well endowed Indians here in Malaysia. Each can play one’s little part to improve their neighbour’s lot. Forget Ananda Krishnan and Tony Fernandez - these two and other well-connected machas are sold to UMNO and are irredeemable forevermore.

Ultimately, it is the average Indianman – the one who speaks eloquently in the courthouse, persuades patients successfully in the wards and so on who will initiate sustained change.

My Indian brethren, stop boozing your money away and channel it to more beneficial cause – it doesn’t even have to be Indian-oriented. Spend less time trying to bed that Sino-Kadazandusun chick and show some concrete effort fighting for your places of worship. Quit whining and start communicating. Zip up the constant bullshit and cultivate the art of sensible communication. Register as a voter and not as the latest member of the newest gym/club in town. Learn the names of your latest MPs instead of the sexiest Bollywood stars. We don’t need more lame excuses and victim mentality from you machas, show us some guts and balls like the Hindraf 5 but fight for all Malaysians rather than Indians alone. The Hindraf 5 could have continued leading a comfortable life while watching their own people suffer in silence. They chose to speak up and fight injustice instead, and mobilized a whole dormant race since Independence.

The ball is now in your court, Dr./Mr./Mdm/Ms Melanin. Your time is now and never again if you screw up. In ten years time, the Indonesians and Filipinos and other overnight bumiputeras will outnumber all the non-Malays put together. Then you will loathe in remorse of the times you chose to booze rather than partaking in the change of the Malaysian society, or maybe you won’t.

This article has been a waste of time. The very people it was intended for are the very people who do not read anything but the latest Bollywood gossip.

Damn it.


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Beware: Doctors are Jerks

All doctors will screw up once in a while but some screw around all the while. Some pursued the art of learning while in medical school while some learnt the art of pursuing the opposite sex. Then there are those who pray for their patients and those who prey on their patients. Every doctor needs to shit sometimes but some love to bullshit every time. Some put you to sleep to be under the knife, while some make you sleep forever six feet under the ground.A careless doctor is pardonable but a callous doctor is despicable......


The House, Mouse and Louse Among Us.

I hate doctors.

Doctors are jerks. Doctors are bastards.

Not all of them of course. Most of them are not, I think. A few maybe. Or many. I’m not sure.

There are jerks and bastards in every profession. Law, politics, healthcare, engineering, computering, taxi driving, newspaper editing and law enforcement – each one will have its fair share of black sheep.

The difference is most of these professions do not normally have the adjective ‘noble’ attached to it.

No one enters the lawyer’s office expecting empathy and a patient listening ear, or do they? There are more lawyer jokes than there are on Sammy Vellu. It speaks volumes about the general impression of the law profession. Similarly, most voters, in other countries at least, do not buy every word coming from the politicians’ mouths. Our Malaysian voters seem to have wised up a little recently. They finally realized that only compulsive liars make it to the Malaysian cabinet.

In short, most folks are not anticipating goodness and mercy to pour out from the hearts of most professions. For some reason however, most patients and their families still hold medical doctors on a high pedestal. It is as though doctors are more than special and capable of no harm or malice.

I beg to differ. Doctors are jerks, some are bastards, a few are both.

An ICU staff nurse was recently warded in the local mental hospital. She has attempted suicide by slashing her wrists. While her self-inflicted injuries were not life-threatening, she was both hysterical and catatonic at the same. Accompanying her was a young Malay doctor, a medical officer who graduated from the NEP factory known as UKM. Attempting to pacify her and prevent her from spilling the beans, he had administered some tranquilizers easily available from the general wards. The ugly story emerges nonetheless. He was married to a fellow doctor but decided to have some fun, a one-night-stand with this attractive Dusun nurse. Stupidly, she took in his every word and gave herself to him, unaware that he was already married. When he forced her to terminate the unplanned pregnancy, it finally dawned on her that she was nothing but one of his many temporary toys. The reality was too bitter to digest, and her choices are between a live a life of shame and guilt, or a premature death like that of her unborn baby. The young lady has since moved on in life, where and what I am not know. The young doctor has also moved on… to other convenient Kadazandusun targets.

A top-scoring Chinese doctor from University Malaya was placed in charge of a critically ill patient. The patient had a perforated peptic ulcer for which emergency surgery was done. Sepsis was setting in and the patient’s kidney function was deteriorating by the day. His potassium was low, and nearing a fatal level. He was developing bedsores as a result of prolonged immobility. Chest x-rays showed worsening pneumonia. The brilliant UM product deliberately ignored all these ominous signs even after repeated alerts by the astute staff nurses. With no sympathy and little concern except for herself, she allowed the patient to deteriorate. Naturally, the old man passed on but only after two long and painful weeks. The patient will soon be forgotten, as will the lady doctor.

An Indian doctor from the Neurosurgery Department saw the brain scans of a fit, young man who complained of severe headaches. His immediate and confident diagnosis was that of a frontal lobe tumor. He advised urgent surgery but the patient’s family was unsure. It was a major surgery with debilitating consequences should any complications occur. The smooth-talking doctor persuaded the family and assured them of his surgical skills, expertise, and vast experience in dealing with such conditions. He proceeded with surgery. Intra-operatively, the patient bled profusely, requiring massive blood transfusion bleeding was secured. Post-operatively, the young patient did not wake up. He died one week later. The histopathology report came back as an arteriovenous malformation. There was never a tumor to begin with. It was a wrong diagnosis and a wrong operation. The family collected the remains and thanked the surgical team for everything. They were never informed of the final diagnosis. Tomorrow, another patient will go under the knife. The cycle repeats itself.

I am not writing all these to cast aspersions on the ability and integrity of doctors. I am one myself and to do so makes no sense and brings no benefits to myself.

I write because I feel. I feel strongly about something and that’s good, I think. It means I am not numbed to death and dying, pain and suffering, fighting and losing, fear and consequences.

Don’t forget the doctors that have wrecked our nation. Dr. Mahathir got the ball rolling and made us a land of racists. Dr. Ling Liong Sik followed suit and created a generation of mediocre Chinese graduates from the TAR institutions. Dr. Chua Soi Lek screwed around and ended up on Youtube. Dr. Lim Keng Yaik led Gerakan and turned Penang into a mudhole. Dr Ng Yen Yen will be made Health Minister soon so God please save us all.

Our society is still so gullible. People watch ER, Gray’s Anatomy and Scrubs and thinks real-life doctors behave and think like George Clonney’s Dr. Doug in ER. Most doctors don’t watch ER or Gray’s Anatomy. They watch House and start behaving like House. The problem starts when they treat patients like House does without the corresponding intelligence and acumen. They end up being rude, arrogant and stupid doctors. We have a lot of that here in Malaysia. We have a lot of conmen working as doctors and doctors working as conmen too. In Malaysia especially, there are many doctors who were never meant to be in medical school in the first place, and I am not talking about the NEP here, though it contributes too.

All doctors will screw up once in a while but some screw around all the while. Some pursued the art of learning while in medical school while some learnt the art of pursuing the opposite sex. Then there are those who pray for their patients and those who prey on their patients. Every doctor needs to shit sometimes but some love to bullshit every time. Some put you to sleep to be under the knife, while some make you sleep forever six feet under the ground. A careless doctor is pardonable but a callous doctor is despicable.

Be vigilant, be discerning. Common sense will usually tell one if a doctor is a jerk, a bastard or a bullshitter. Finally, one can never fail to recognize that rare doctor who is all three.


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Wisdom from South Park: Douchebag vs Turd Sandwich

After the high of a sweet victory over the BN, DAP-PKR-PAS are back to their old selves.

The outburst by Lim Kit Siang was stupid enough, now Syed Hussin for all his academic credentials is threatening to pull out of the Perak coalition government. Fat ass Abdul Hadi Awang does not want to be left behind. He opposes Guan Eng’s decision to abolish the NEP.

It’s anyone’s guess what these turds are up to next.....



South Park Tells The Truth


In one episode of South Park, the school was holding an election to choose the next school mascot. The students had to choose between a Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich. Stan decided to abstain from voting, saying there’s no point choosing between a Giant Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich. He was finally convinced to vote after someone remarked that “elections have always been between a Giant Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich”.

We can see that here in Malaysia.

After the high of a sweet victory over the BN, DAP-PKR-PAS are back to their old selves.

The outburst by Lim Kit Siang was stupid enough, now Syed Hussin for all his academic credentials is threatening to pull out of the Perak coalition government. Fat ass Abdul Hadi Awang does not want to be left behind. He opposes Guan Eng’s decision to abolish the NEP.

It’s anyone’s guess what these turds are up to next.

Are they worried over the BN media’s dwindling readership? Are they concerned about the lack of racial issues for the BN media monguls to capitalize on? Are they putting up a sandiwara that is neither funny not scary but merely downright irritating? If I were schizophrenic, I’d suspect that these turd heads are conspiring to prove my father right as the prophet of doom and gloom.

It seems that at this moment, only South Park consistently speaks the truth, even when the truth is inconvenient.

Fair enough, Lim Kit Siang has apologized. To give him even more credit, he apologized in a manner far more sincere that the UMNO rodents. Remember Bung Mokhtar’s “sorry if I had offended the feelings of anyone..it’s was just a joke..some people cannot take a joke”? Lim Kit Siang said sorry unconditionally and that to me is pretty commendable.

Lest we forget however, acceptance of an apology is never equal to forgiveness and forgiveness is never equal to pardon.

God forgave Adam yet he had to leave the Garden of Eden. David sought forgiveness over his adulterous episode with Basheba yet their son had to die. Closer to Malaysian shores, Chua Soi Lek apologized over his extramarital sexcapade, but still had to resign and be gone from politics forever.

I will not demand any compensation from the DAP or Lim Kit Siang. He has eaten humble pie and paid a high price by smearing his own name internationally.

I only wish I don’t have to endure such stupid nonsense in future.

Maybe elections since the beginning of time worldwide have always been between a Giant Douchbag and a Turd Sandwich.



Still, if one is desperate after suffering under the Douchbag called BN for fifty years, even a Turd Sandwich might look tasty after all.



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Who Will Listen To Him?

Special children will not remain children forever.....



Who will listen to the heaven's special child?

Political parties and NGOs.

Manifestos and promises.

Individuals and organizations.

Doctors and conmen.

Economy and environment.

Corruption and retribution.

Money and inflation.

Lies and more lies.

Truths and half truths.

Friends and family.

Most people who know me are of the opinion that my number one concern in life is politics. They think I am angry over BN, UMNO, MCA, MIC and all. True enough, I am. I am angry out of love. Righteous anger is never wrong. This is the country where my brother will grow old in. He has Down Syndrome. It’s anything but fun and easy to have Down’s.

When I tell people that I have a brother with Down Syndrome, most folks will start talking about their distant cousin Down Under whose nephew’s son also has Down Syndrome. They’ll start yelping away about how cute and friendly and warm children with Down Syndrome can be. Once in a while, I’d also meet smart asses who tell me how I should encourage my brother to attend this special center somewhere and that I should not waste the great potential of any special child.

Out of manners, I’d usually nod in agreement, give a fake smile and make some general neutral remarks. Deep inside however, I honestly want to tell these well-meaning folks to zip up. I won’t however cos’ unlike Hishammudin Hussein, I have been well educated by my mother to refrain from telling people to shut up and get lost.

Special education in Malaysia is a shame. I can write on an on about the whys and the hows but no, this is not an academic or political piece. This is a web log, my special corner to rant to any listening ear out there. I believe each of us longs to be heard, which is probably why there are so many millions of blogs out there each giving its own opinion and viewpoint.

Special children want to be heard too, but will there be a listener? Somewhere out there, I am sure a child with Down Syndrome or cerebral palsy would have a blog. I’m sure I can google it and come out with something.

People feel that special children are special, possess special characteristics and have special needs.

Fair and well I say.

I will also add that special children are more alike than different. I know and I am sure because I grew up with one and walked with one for my entire life and will continue doing so until I die.

Hopes and dreams.

Plans and desires.

Wishful thinking and broken dreams.

Anger and temper.

Lust and guilt.

Pain and sorrow.

Grief and denial.

Imaginations and reality.

Cancer and heart disease.

Loneliness and boredom.

Questions and answers.

Wisdom and reasoning.

Nausea and vomiting.

Hunger and diarrhea.

Jokes and bluff.

Bubble baths and hot chocolate.

KFC and Pizza Hut.

Cataracts and leukemia.

Preferences and dislikes.

Moods and seasons.

Birthdays and funerals.

The list goes on. No one will understand how a young mother feels when she is told that her newborn is more than special. Not one who has not grown up walking with a special child of God.

We look at life and say it is unfair, they came into being bereft of a fighting chance. We complain about school because exams suck, they would do anything to get a chance to fail an exam. We slack at work and claim to be burnt out; they’d be more than glad to wait at your table. We can’t decide to migrate to US or Australia, they have no country that’ll accept them. We gripe over our limited wardrobe, some can’t even put on their own shirts. We give up trying to memorize the times table, they don’t even understand the meaning of giving up. We grumble cos we can’t have that Bali holiday, they’d be glad to just be given a chance to ride the town bus. We are overwhelmed from the many responsibilities we have to shoulder, special children will smile so sweetly if you entrust them with the most seemingly menial of tasks.

Special children will not remain children forever.

I once thought that the greatest challenge of having a brother with Down’s was during those childhood years. What tumultuous times those were.

I now realize that more is to come. We’re ready, come what may.

With love to my courageous and beloved Brother.















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Just Changed....

Did the sun shine any brighter and the birds sing any louder?
Was there a different aroma in the air around us?

....in many ways, a great part of our individual niche has not changed and probably never will......


Change is the only constant.

Anwar hailed the recent “political tsunami’ as a new dawn for Malaysia.

I say HUH?

Was there really a new dawn for Malaysia?

Did the sun shine any brighter and the birds sing any louder?
Was there a different aroma in the air around us?

In many ways, a great part of our individual niche has not changed and probably never will.

Nazri Aziz will remain uncouthed and downright disrespectful and he is still in Parliament. Bung Mokhtar of Kinabatangan is still alive while Zakaria Deros is still dead. Sammy Vellu is still rich and will now find much time to spend his dirty money. Kayveas is still the arrogant, tough-talking tin kosong blaming everyone for his defeat except the man in the mirror. Ling Liong Sik is still a fat moron masquerading as a scholar in the Chinese UiTM aka TAR College/University. The BN media will still paint Abdullah and friends as the only choice for Malaysia. The opposition parties will still think and behave like opposition parties, if not against the BN then among themselves.

In Ipoh, Perak, the state with the third PAS MB, the aqua or to be politically correct, the transvestites will continue to wait for their clients of all races without fear or favor. They are the most harmonious characters around and probably will be for many more centuries to come. Similarly, the pork in Sabah still tastes like a turd sandwich and the wan tan mee still five ringgit and taste just as horrible. The Kelantanese will remain in their eternal delusion that they are the exemplary state in Malaysia which is totally true if they’re talking about HIV, intravenous drug abuse and incest. Chinese people are still yellow and paranoid of PAS for no valid reason. The Sabah state neurosurgeon is still melanin-enhanced and bullshitting while performing his daily massacre of innocent people. Malay people will still be numero uno bumiputeras and the coming local university intake will prove me right.

On a more personal note and a larger scale, I am still RM 1,500 poorer after the general elections.

My grandmother’s dog is still barking incessantly and unnecessarily and exacerbating her hearing impairment. Mummy will still be strolling with Jesus in the sweet bye and bye, free from pain and suffering forevermore. Brother will be as lonely, bored and depressed as I am. My beautiful Meltzki is still gone with only memories and bits of fur for me to hold on to until I too die of cancer like she did. Odie is still missing and probably with Meltzki, just that she’s not buried by her side like Obie is. Grandpa will still be remembered in loving memory more for his eccentricity.



My two hamsters will still be making a mess out of their home, leaving me to clean up their dump. The pesky cockroaches will resume their routine of paying occasional unexpected visits in the middle of the night while I am sleeping soundly. The nearby Giant supermarket is still not selling Class III Baygon Cockroach Control. My daily battle with my Nokia 6210 snooze button will rage on not unlike the Palestinians and Israelis. I’d still need to wash my socks every day if I do not want my apartment to smell worse than the hamsters’ home. I’d still run the risk of stepping into dog poo while walking by the streets.

Life will continue its mundane cycle not unlike the hamster wheels I am staring at right at this very moment.

Life will not change much for most of us – not in the most influential and priceless aspects, at least.

Really, compared to a new state government and revolutionary policies, the little little things in life carry so much more weight and relevance.

Don’t expect change to come from the new state governments, not in big waves in the next few weeks or months at least. If there were ten things I could change in life, these will all be non-political.

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No Winds of Change in the Land Beneath the Winds (4)

We can attribute BN’s clean sweep in Sabah to many electoral frauds – voting Filipinos, biased boundaries, vote-buying and postal votes. As Peninsular Malaysia has proven however, no tricks and cheats can stand when the people of all races speak vehemently as one voice....

Maybe Sabahans are just plain stupid and unteachable...










Why Sabahans, Why?

I TOLD YOU SO! There were no winds of change in the land beneath the winds.

Under normal circumstances, one would feel proud being proven right. Not this time, because there’s nothing great in being proven correct as a prophet of doom.

Despite all of PKR’s hype and boasts of winning seats and making inroads in Sabah, the reality have proven them wrong. Classic proverbs are rarely mistaken. Never count your eggs before they hatch.

Sabah was never ready for change, and probably never will, at least in my lifetime. Should any change occur in the next few years, it is the demography of Sabahland.

The poor will be poorer and the rich will be richer.The poorest will be mostly from the Kadazandusun people, the richest the BN-affiliated Chinese and the most powerful the Malays. Lastly, the most Bajau among Sabahans will be the Filipinos and Indonesians, though they speak no Bajau and hear no Bajau.

We can attribute BN’s clean sweep in Sabah to many electoral frauds – voting Filipinos, biased boundaries, vote-buying and postal votes. As Peninsular Malaysia has proven however, no tricks and cheats can stand when the people of all races speak vehemently as one voice.

Indeed, the dumb three-cornered fights between DAP and PKR in Sabah has denied the people of a few seats. Nevertheless, three-cornered fights are limited to a few seats and in general, the love for BN is still palpable among Sabahans.

In other words, there are no mitigating factors for Sabah’s continuous damnation under BN rule. It’s the voluntary choice of the local Sabahans.

Anyone who has resided in Sabah and dwelled among Sabahans would hardly disagree with the statement that they are generally pleasant and likeable, easygoing and polite. This is probably Sabahans’ strongest fortitude and weakest link.

Forever jovial, they have to a certain extent, become indifferent to the many damages that years of BN rule have inflicted upon them. Forever trusting, they have overtaken the Indians as the most gullible community in Malaysia, lapping up every word that comes from the lying liars in Barisan Nasional. Perpetually docile, they are the perfect servants to UMNO’s Ketuanan Melayu, the ideal submissive peasant in a feudalistic system. They are similar enough to eat and laugh and screw with once another but too different to unite politically under a single entity for the sake of the bigger picture and common goal.

After 50 years under the Malaysia, they have more political parties and sub-ethnic groups than ever before.

In the meantime, the UMNO goons are collaborating with Muslim Filipinos and Indonesians to establish an Islamic empire in Sabahland.

To be in Sabah as a tourist is one thing, to live and stay here is something else altogether. As a touring Peninsular Malaysian, I was impressed with Sabah and all it had to offer. As a resident, I am appalled at the state of local Sabahans and how they are such in spite of all the wealth Sabah possesses.

Some things are such because of inexorable circumstances. Malaria, tuberculosis, typhoid will always be endemic in East Malaysia. Alcoholism, smoking, promiscuous sex, poor family planning and blatant ignorance are optiona. So is the choice of government.

I can easily understand why the people of Kota Marudu, Pitas and Ranau choose to be under continued BN rule. They are the poorest folks in the whole of Sabah. Deprived of internet access and alternative media, and very uneducated to begin with, I will never expect these folks to keep abreast on issues of corruption, environmental destruction and judiciary rot. If a BN crook hands them 200 ringgit for a vote to office, I will not blame them for accepting the money and vote in a thief. What I cannot accept though is the trend of voters in well-endowed places. With adequate web access to alternative media, the people of Tawau, Sandakan and Luyang are not ignorant or deprived. They are not secluded or out of reach.

My only explanation is selfishness, greed and fear. To look out for oneself is commendable stewardship, to protect one’s own interest at the expense of others is unpardonable self-centeredness. Life is great for the people in urban areas. Life is a daily struggle for the many more rural folks.

Maybe it was not selfishness, greed and fear after all. Maybe Sabahans are just plain stupid and unteachable.

Are Sabahans really so shortsighted as to trade their future for short term stability? Are those rumors of vote-buying true? Do they really believe that the UMNO government is clean, caring and color-blind? Do they really trust that man Musa Aman? How can they continuously vote for someone like Bung Mokhtar? Can they not see that the UMNO headquarters in Sabah has overshadowed all other institutions – bigger than the biggest church, larger than the largest school?

I will never understand the people of Sabah.

What I do understand is that people always deserve the government they voted in.

I respect their democratic choices. I also reserve the right to criticize their choices and then eat humble pie if I am ever proven to be wrong.

As for now, Sabahans have sealed their doom by bucking the voting trend of Peninsular Malaysia. Because of Sabah and Sarawak, the BN was once again voted into power. Had it not been for Sabah and Sarawak, there was no way BN can call itself the government of Malaysia anymore.

Sabahans will not be spared their silly choices of a lifetime. Their support for BN will return soon enough to haunt them and their future generations.

I wouldn’t dare hope for change anytime soon in Sabah or Sarawak.

I only hope the Filipinos and Indonesians will keep their asses off the shores of Peninsular Malaysia.


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A PAS MB: are you afraid?

....I trust a PAS politician more than a PKR revolutionist. PAS members are sold to religiosity, PKR members are bought over by money....



PAS MB: Are you afraid?


I was at the airport waiting for my flight back to Sabah when I received news that the next Menteri Besar of Perak may be from PAS.

It’s not exactly what I had in mind though not entirely unexpected.

Even with the DAP winning 18 state seats, making them the predominant voice in the new state government, it is possible but improbable for the DAP to put in place a Chinaman as MB.

The rural Malay folk might accept it, as will the more open-minded Malays in the city. The one group that might not accept it will the UMNO-associated Malays. These are the people that hold on to the view of Ketuanan Melayu (Malay supremacy) as though it was a birthright and a edict etched in stone. Losing the state to DAP is already damaging enough to their over-inflated ego, losing the MB’s post to a mata sepet will invite unpredictable UMNO backlash.

It’s not that the new state government is afraid of doing what is constitutionally theirs. I believe however, that the last thing the new coalition government needs is UMNO baboons running around instigating Malays.

Having a PKR member for MB is even more risky and scary in fact. From 1957 till 1998, most current PKR members were in fact UMNO fans or strongmen. If there is one party that is ambiguous in its objectives and struggles and sincerity, it would be PKR. The recent elections saw one of its members going missing on the day on nomination only to be found in Langkawi holidaying with his family days later. If he was not bribed to refrain from contesting then I really have no idea what else could have taken place. To me, if there is one party whose members will emulate the notorious kataks of Sabahland, that party would be PKR. Even its own leader Anwar was once more famed for his nationalist and racist stands. The only difference is most of Anwar’s men have not been to jail for six years – circumstances that would have transformed most people and turned them remorseful.

In short, I trust a PAS politician more than a PKR revolutionist. PAS members are sold to religiosity, PKR members are bought over by money.

There really isn’t any logic to fear a PAS MB. The question of being deprived of pork, alcohol, karaoke and being forced to cover up from head to toe really doesn’t arise at all. I believe the DAP’s 18 state assemblypersons would have enough sense and courage to stand up to Islamization of Perak, if it ever takes place at all.

To predict what Perak may be like under a PAS MB is totally impossible. One cannot look to Kelantan and say that is how Perak might turn out to be five years from now. PAS is the predominant and sole ruling party in Kelantan. In Perak, it holds merely six party seats as compared to DAP’s 18. The racial composition of Perak too is vastly different from Kelantan, as is the state’s natural resources, demography and economic activities. For anyone to claim that Perak will end up like Kelantan is to say Nazri Aziz was very well educated by his mother in manners and all things gentle.

Even if the PAS MB does try anything apparently radical, like closing down the shady discos in Ipoh Garden East and raiding massage parlors on Jalan Yang Kalsom every other night, I am all for it. It’s only a hypothetical scenario though, because that will never ever happen, and I am disappointed to say the least.

The worst thing a PAS MB can bring to Perak is the swing of fickle Chinese votes back to wounded lapdog MCA. MCA was painting DAP as the running mate of PAS in the general elections. Nominating a PAS member for MB is but cementing MCA’s allegations. Such swing of voters can only be seen in elections. There is sufficient time for the DAP-PKR-PAS Perak government to prove its critics and skeptics wrong so they better get to work fast and effectively.

Unless someone dies or resigns or Pak Liar calls for general elections in April, the DAP has no excuse of failing to perform up to par and better the people’s general livelihood. If the new Perak government does a good job and lives up to the election promises with tangible improvements in the daily lives of everyday people, voters will see that a PAS MB is not eternal damnation.










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Warkah Untuk Barisan Rakyat

We will judge you by the same measures by which we have expelled the previous regime.

We voted you in without regard to your skin color, religion or biological makeup. We were Chinese who have voted PAS, Malays who have chosen DAP and Indians who opted for PKR. We were the oppressed who saw you as liberators and the cheated who believed in the truth....



A Message to the New State Governments

Greetings ye new leaders of the state governments of Kedah, Penang, Perak, Selangor and Kelantan.

We congratulate the parties for a hard-won battle against the seemingly insurmountable Barisan Nasional.

We the voters stood by you - DAP, PKR and PAS during those days you were known as the opposition. We gave a great part of ourselves to help in your noble cause. We parted with our hard-earned money and donated generously at your open air ceramahs. We braved the unrelenting terrible weather, stood heel-deep in mud listening to your promises of a better Malaysia. We refused to budge under all adverse circumstances. Some of us have placed our careers and families at risk. We were vocal critics and diligent deep-throats supporting the opposition while earning a living in the civil service.

We slogged and blogged, wrote and re-wrote, voted and revolted,

We did it all for only one reason – that together we can initiate change towards a better Malaysia. You have now won victoriously, far beyond anyone’s expectations.

Do not disappoint us the rakyat. You have proclaimed us your bosses by your own admission and we lay claim to that role.

You will fulfill your promises and we expect you to demonstrate genuine effort even if you fail in the end. In the past, you could cite limited resources and forced inhibition as excuses for delivery failure. No more now. You are in charge and the last thing we rakyat need is more mitigating factors.


We will judge you by the same measures by which we have expelled the previous regime.

Rest assured that you will be held accountable to every proclamation and condemnation that you ever uttered over the last four years.

We voted you in without regard to your skin color, religion or biological makeup. We were Chinese who have voted PAS, Malays who have chosen DAP and Indians who opted for PKR. We were the oppressed who saw you as liberators and the cheated who believed in the truth. We your bosses have set aside our differences and we shall settle for nothing less than the same among you. If we could unit in spite of years of BN racism, you as leaders have even more reason to collaborate and achieve.


While we won’t expect you to see eye to eye in all things, we do not want any washing of dirty linen in public, either. We affirm our right to praise or criticize you and it is our privilege to have a say in decision-making. We do not desire fanciful slogans or sweet-sounding promises. Rather, we wish to taste sincerity and humility, and we demand you from this moment to observe humility at all times. We insist on our right to be heard, our grouses to be attended to and our welfare to be considered.

We seek justice, not exhibitionism.

Do not betray the trust we placed in you, lest we show you the exit the way we did to the previous regime that betrayed us.

This is your time - your one and only chance to prove you’re worth your salt.

Don’t blow it.



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Now Showing: 10,000 B.C - the Malaysian Way

A story of oppression and revolution,
A tale of slavery and the desire of freedom,
A chronicle from cowardice to courage.

Starring....


Now Showing: 10,000 B.C (in a Malaysian context)

A story of oppression and revolution,
A tale of slavery against the desire of freedom,
A chronicle from cowardice to courage.

Starring:
Barisan Rakyat, as the oppressed multi-ethnic tribes mounting a courageous, seemingly impossible battle,
Barisan Nasional as the big bullies who declare themselves as invincible Gods,
Malaysia, as the beautiful Evolet, a blue-eyed virgin violated time and again by the Barisan Nasional,
Mat Rempits as the noisy and irritating terror birds creating chaos for anything and anyone in their path,

Co-Starring:
HINDRAF, playing the fearless Nakudu tribe, without whom the tribes would never have reached its unprecedented momentum,
BERSIH, in its natural role of organizing Mammoth gatherings that strike fear and panic upon the big bullies,
Mahathir Mohamad, as Spear Tooth – a powerful beast with unpredictable loyalty or responses


Together, they storm the gates of Parliament, laying claim to what was inherently theirs – liberation and basic human rights.

Will they triumph at the end of it all?

Will they conquer the seemingly impossible circumstances?

Go catch 10,000 B.C at your local cinemas today…..after you vote la, of course.



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Changing for the better, and not for worse.

The ones most in desire of change yet fear it at the same time are people like you and me. People currently feeling the pinch of rising fuel prices, over-bloated property market, shrinking nasi ayam servings and no foreseeable pay rise in the near future....



A Turd By Any Other Name.

Are you frustrated and angry enough for a change?

Dr Spencer Johnson made his millions writing a simple book entitled “Who Moved My Cheese”. His notion was that people should not be afraid of change but rather embrace it and make it to the fullest.

Malaysians in particular are afraid of change.

Not the poor in the rural areas of Sabah or Sarawak or the urban poor in KL, Penang and Johor. Life’s shitty enough for them so they really can’t comprehend why the opposition is pressing about change while the BN people are pressing for status quo. The problem is these hardcore poor are also the most ignorant. They are deprived of Aliran, Malaysiakini and are mostly beyond the physical reach of the financially-restrained opposition. When elections come, a RM 200 will buy one’s months supply of household necessity and a whole family’s vote. They are a goner, they’d never vote for the opposition.

The Malays in kampungs are also resistant to change. Not because they are afraid or cowardice. They are simply contented in their routine, easy-going lifestyle. They do not refuse change, they simply don’t need it. They are not in the process of looking for a house, a piece of land or getting rid of their 1990 Proton Saga. They are happy with what they have and are not interested with the Lingam scandal or the Altantuya soap opera. It doesn’t matter to them if they’d never have a million in the bank account, their bumi offspring will still go to university anyway, more often than not on an UMNO scholarship. They are happy to live and die in their current condition, so their vote will never go towards change. If they’ve always had PAS, so be it forever and ever. The same goes for UMNO – if UMNO were their choice then, it will be their choice on Saturday, March 8th 2008. That’s another goner for the opposition, and probably the reason why PKR despite all its personal hype, will never make much inroads anywhere.

The rich Chinese and Indians are both afraid of change and in fear of it. They have everything to lose if their BN cronies lose out. These are the running dogs who will vouch for the current BN regime for their own benefits. They are not convertible to the opposition. These are cowards beyond help.

The ones most in desire of change yet fear it at the same time are people like you and me. People currently feeling the pinch of rising fuel prices, over-bloated property market, shrinking nasi ayam servings and no foreseeable pay rise in the near future.

We are sick and tired of the corrupted BN regime yet fear the tune of MCA/MIC’s May 13 threat. We are discontented with status quo yet wonder if the worse is yet to come. Like an attractive lady being courted by a well-mannered, charming male, yet unsure of his sincerity and ability to provide.

Well I say let’s take a dive at the deep end.

For fifty years, BN has lied to us with slogan after slogan, policy after policy. They renamed the NEP and repackaged it as something new. They came out with nine Malaysia Plans but all with the same intention of profiting themselves. They have had manifestos after manifesto all crammed with the same old lies. We have seen ministers being replaced by another but all with the same shameful ending.

From Tun Razak to Mahathir to Abdullah and back to Najib Razak, from Chua Jui Meng to Chua Soi Lek to Ong Ka Chuan. From Ling Liong Sik to Chan Kong Choy to Khor Tsu Koon. From Sammy Vellu to Kayveas to Sothianathan. From Bernard Dompok to Joseph Pairin.

A turd by any other name smells like turd.

Unless you love turds and the smell and stain that come with them, vote for change.


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Are you PAS-phobic?

They had their time and day, and they blew it. They’d probably never have another such chance to prove to the non-Muslims that they were not the Taliban of Malaysia.

But they are not, seriously.





PAS: What’s your take?

“I’d rather spoil my vote than vote for those religious extremist sexist pricks.”

Those were the words of a fellow doctor in a brief SMS exchange regarding his choice between UMNO and PAS. It is not an isolated view. It is perhaps more representative of the non-Muslim opinion on PAS than what one reads about in the blogs and internet.

Is PAS really as terrible as its reputation suggest?

I don’t know. I’ve never lived in Kelantan or under PAS rule.

In most of my life until recently, my opinion of PAS was shaped by the BN media, which forever paints PAS as the devil of all devils. Ask most non-Muslim, NST-reading Malaysians and chances are, they’ll probably use very unflattering adjectives when discussing about PAS: narrow-minded, extremist, sexist, religious, holier-than-thou, hypocrites and even Taliban, the final word being more of a noun rather than an adjective.

I did buy Harakah once or twice but finally gave up because I never did gather enough passion or interest to read through the whole paper.

What I do know is that PAS hit the jackpot in the 1999 elections, winning as many as 36 parliamentary seats and also the state of Terengganu. Jumping on the free-Anwar and anti-Mahathir bandwagon, PAS achieved election victory at the expense of the DAP, whose leaders Karpal Singh and Lim Kit Siang both lost their parliamentary seats.

PAS had a chance to prove itself after the 1999 elections and PAS did not waste any time trying to do so. It formed a shadow cabinet and its MPs were more than vocal in Parliament. That’s was about it all though, for thereafter, most of its MPs’ debates in Parliament were merely verbal diarrhea. Instead of the economy and environment, PAS pursued morality and religiosity - which is not wrong in any sense except for the fact that such views were projected based on their narrow interpretation of Islam.

They had their time and day, and they blew it. They’d probably never have another such chance to prove to the non-Muslims that they were not the Taliban of Malaysia.

But they are not, seriously.

Despite the occasional ultra-religious and frankly stupid comments made by some of their leaders, PAS was never known for threatening the kafirs with bloodshed. They probably never will, in fact. PAS has never snatched the bodies of dead people, or demolished churches or Hindu temples at their pleasure. PAS has never sold ICs to outsiders and then use them to canvass for votes. PAS has never demonstrated violence in public or in private. It was never implicated in the May 13 riots. It has never broken up any human rights forum or organize any Burn-Down-The-Chinese-Assembly-Hall campaign. It has never employed Mat Rempits to terrorize those opposed to its view. PAS leaders have not been known to live a lavish lifestyle and then proclaim sympathy and identification for the poor. PAS leaders are not the ones that have practiced a divide-and-rule administration. PAS in Kelantan has never told its non-Muslims to get their asses out of Kelantan if they did not like its leadership and style. PAS rules that men and women be divided in all public places but rarely implements the law in practice. PAS does not storm a bar to arrest and photograph “indecently dressed” Muslim ladies.

All of the above were committed by UMNO.


Fear of PAS among non-Muslims is understandable. Non-Muslims should never expect PAS to sing a DAP tune.

Fear must not be exaggerated, however. Otherwise, fear has turned into phobia, and phobia being unjustified fear is never acceptable.

PAS has made enough of a fool of itself in its heydays. A compilation of the silly statements made by Abdul Hadi Awang can probably fill an entire 100 Gigabyte laptop.

PAS has changed, however. From Abdul Hadi Awang, we now have characters like Husam Musa. From arrogant, narrow-minded religious skull-caps, we now have young, feisty, forward-minded professionals who have demonstrated their willingness to don a Barisan Rakyat or flying a DAP banner.

Has any DAP supporter been seen donning a PAS logo?

I doubt so.

So who’s the narcissistic one here now?


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Dear Monkey Clown Asses (MCA), Stop Embarassing Us Chinese!

Bloody Embarassing and Disgraceful

Why in the world must they do this?

How long will it take before the Chinese people realize that Chinese feet were not made for dancing?

Wasn’t William Hung wicked enough to propagate the racial stereotyping of Chinaman being the skinny nerd with hair combed to one side of his head and no rhythm?

What the hell was MCA thinking in that stupid Bercham ceramah? Haven't us yellow people not been served bad enough?

Those two young girls pranced and howled along as though they were employed right out of an unprofitable circus troupe. There was no groove in their movements. Even Optimus Prime can dance better than them. William Hung was at least fun and funny to watch. The girls at the MCA ceramah were downright distasteful, dressed in the ideal paedophile’s outfit.

Hasn’t Hong Kong and Taiwan done enough damage to the Chinaman’s image? All those Jay-Z wannabes and Kanye West ciplaks have all but lost their sense of identity.

Leave the dancing and the singing to the blacks and PLEASE STOP EMBARASSING US CHINESE PEOPLE!




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My Take On Chinese Schools

National schools will always be in the core of my character. I’ve grown up with and among all races and fully understand that while some racial stereotypes are unfortunately true, most are erroneous. It was through a sekolah kebangsaan that I got to know so many machas. It was through an SMK that I saw Malaysia for what it really was rather than a Chinaman’s enclave.



A Banana's Thoughts on Vernacular Education.

I am what most Chinese-educated people will call a Banana – yellow on the outside, white on the inside. I studied in a missionary school all my life and never learnt a word of Mandarin until I went to University Malaya. My father did not encourage nor discourage me from learning Mandarin. My grandfather did pressure me to take up Chinese from a young age but being a pompous know-it-all and getting by so comfortably in the local dialect, I brushed off his suggestions and have regretted it ever since.

I stepped into UM knowing not a word of Mandarin. I couldn’t communicate with the Chinese who spoke Hokkien, Hakka, Foochow and yes, Mandarin. I was like a foreigner in the midst of a Chinaman community. In a Malay-extremist land like UM, solidarity in something, anything was of utmost importance. Gradually, I picked up Mandarin and over the years, slowly learnt more from whoever I could learn from. I am still unable to debate with anyone in Mandarin and probably never will be able to, but I get by fairly well and for now that’ll suffice.

I never regretted studying in a missionary school though. It did after all, make me who I am today. I can sit through a whole episode of South Park and fully appreciate its sarcasm and wicked humor. I doubt I’d be able to do that if I were educated in Chung Ling.

Bananas may not think in Chinese, express themselves in Chinese or even listen to Chinese songs, but that doesn’t make them any less Chinese. Like I’ve said before, Ling Liong Sik speaks Chinese, speaks like a Chinese and looks like a Chinese, but everything he’s done during his tenure was never in the interest of the Chinese community. He sold off the Chinese race to UMNO while declaring himself more Chinese than the DAP. That’s beside the point, however.

National schools will always be in the core of my character. I’ve grown up with and among all races and fully understand that while some racial stereotypes are unfortunately true, most are erroneous. It was through a sekolah kebangsaan that I got to know so many machas. It was through an SMK that I saw Malaysia for what it really was rather than a Chinaman’s enclave.

That is why I was initially indifferent over DAP’s gung ho debates and demands for more Chinese schools. I could totally identify with a close friend’s condemnation of the Chinese schools, deeming it racist and not fostering national unity.

Look at the state of our national schools, however. With increasing Islamization, even the missionary schools are fast losing their golden identities. My own school is a shame, and don’t you La Sallians think that your schools are any better. It’s only a matter of time before UMNO and NEP come for you, and by then you have no Catholic brothers to stand up for you.

The top scorers in STPM are always from the national-type school. Even among the national schools, the top students were those with a background of vernacular education. There must be a certain distinct environment in Chinese schools that breeds such talent and diligence, a competitive atmosphere that is rarely felt in national schools these days.

Language is one’s identity and identity should never be lost. Language makes one more confident, more prepared to meet anyone anywhere. As a product of a national school, I will never find a place anywhere in China, and China is the country to do business with these days. Not knowing proper Mandarin is costly, not just to Chinese people but to any races in Malaysia and beyond. Language unites, and not every Chinaman speaks Hokkien and swears in Cantonese but would very well understand basic Mandarin.

Most students from Chinese schools may not speak English or Bahasa Malaysia as well as their national school colleagues. This was blatantly true when I entered first year of medical school. Our banana gang used to laugh and giggle when the Chinese school kid said ‘cigalette, led blood cell, and electile dysfunction’. As a university student, some of them could hardly speak a sentence of English without obvious grammatical error. As they progressed in university however, they make marvelous progress in their vocabulary and proficiency in English, though mostly limited to technical terms and expressions. They’d still be unable to appreciate the beauty in Chicken Soup for the Soul or express their thoughts about Barrack Obama though.

It was admirable nonetheless, and that’s exactly what’s truly respectable about these guys. They recognize their weaknesses and are keen to improve themselves while my dear friend is still so reluctant to take up Mandarin for communication’s sake.

If I appear to be over-patronising to the Chinese schools, I am not apologetic. I am sincere in my praises for the Chinese schools and I also have my reservations.

I will always support the DAP in its fight for Chinese education, though I may not do so with the same intentions or with equal gung ho spirit. I only believe that each of us has a right to choose the form of education that is most appropriate to our supposed needs and preferred identity.

Diversity is strength, not a weakness. Not all Chinese should be reading Naruto, and not all of them should be watching South Park.


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A Beef to Grind: How I came to see through MCA

Now I never expected the MCA or MIC to yell back at these UMNO clowns for their outrageous display of aggression and Ketuanan Melayu. The least they could have done were to voice displeasure/disappointment/disagreement/discord with the threats and intimidation of bloodshed and violence.Even running dogs put up a fight before fleeing with their tails between the legs......



My Beef With The MCA


For as far as I can remember, my primary school days were punctuated with the tudung-clad teacher labeling us kids as the UMNO group, the MCA gang and the MIC crowd.

Studying in a national school with a mixture of races was a breeze. Mixing around the various races certainly made one more in touch with the realities of multi-racial society. There will be times however, when we stuck to our ethnic group, like a casual discussion on what we’re gonna do over Chinese New Year and where we’re balik kampong to for Hari Raya Puasa. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that.

Still whenever we were gathered in groups, the labels from the teachers will always be UMNO-MCA-MIC, UMNO-MCA-MIC. There was never the mention of DAP or PAS or Semangat 46, which still existed back then. We grew up thinking that Malays are meant to be represented by UMNO, that Chinese are under the wings of the MCA and Indians forever protected by the MIC. Those were the rules of nature, as far as we were concerned. Coupled with daily doses of BN good news in the dailies, there seem little to doubt the wisdom of our teachers and national leaders. The DAP, if what The Star and NST portrayed them to be was true, were national traitors.

The MCA after all, was looking after the Chinese, the MIC after the Indians and St. UMNO, over everyone else, in a fair and just manner with regard to race, religion and cultural background.


As recent as the 1995 general elections, I was blatantly happy when DAP was trounced throughout the country. Even for the 1999 elections, I was astounded to learn of PAS’ advances in Parliament and taking over Terengganu.




I don’t know how I was first ‘converted’ to the opposition. The term converted isn’t really right because nobody came planting ideals forcefully into my fragile mind, not like the BN does every day in their cancerous propanganda. No one sat me down and preached unto me the principles and beliefs of the DAP or PAS, not like what insurance agents would normally do.

All I know is something somewhere didn’t seem right and hasn’t been right from the beginning of BN rule.

If I were an Anak Malaysia like what I always write in my PMR/SPM essays, why is it that I am told every now and then that I am a non-bumiputera and therefore not eligible for certain scholarships? If the government was really so sincere in resolving the problems of the rakyat like what the textbooks tell me, how be it that there seems no end to new issues arising every other day? If there was equal opportunity for all races to enter local public universities, why are thousands of non-Malay students being denied entry?

Throughout the years, the MCA has employed the TAR College as its symbol of service to the Chinese community. They unashamedly claim that the MCA’s sincerity is epitomized by TAR College. I am not one against the pursuit of higher education but seriously, is tertiary education really for everybody? Is it a good idea to coerce the blondie Ah Beng and mini-skirt Ah Lian into university when they absolutely have no interest to study and improve themselves? That’s what TAR college has really been for the Chinese – a UiTM equivalent for the Chinese mat rempits. Most of my former schoolmates who never made it past SPM made it past TAR College. Either TAR College has a gift for turning rebels into geniuses or there’s simply a lower bar for the Ah Bengs to make the cut.

What about the bright, diligent students who failed to enter public university, you say? These are the talents that should never have missed out on a proper tertiary education if the MCA had spoken out for the Chinese community in the first place. If the MCA had the guts to stand up for the voiceless, discriminated Chinese students, there should be no deserving Chinaman being left out of public university and totally no need for TAR College or UTAR to exist in the first place!

Does anyone really believe that MCA has nothing to gain from the two TAR institutions? The fees are anywhere near cheap or affordable. Besides gaining millions from tuition fees over the years, the MCA has had the opportunity to churn out young MCA running dogs from the corridors of its two institutions. The student brainwashing, MCA-worshiping, and Ling-Liong-Sik praising continue to this very day. Rather than being icons of education, the TAR institutions are hallmarks of classic communism.


I will not in any way stigmatize any TAR graduate of course. Some of my best friends are in TAR and are graduating from TAR. Discontent with the MCA is not equal to a hatred for its products especially more so when UM products are not any better.

I learnt from young not to use to phrases to anyone anywhere anytime. The first is “Get Lost” and the second is “Shut Up”. That was exactly what the UMNO douchbags were telling us non-Malays during the UMNO AGM. They raised the keris and basically told us nons to get our yellow asses out of the country. If we were unable to do so because of whatsoever reason, we should shut the heck up and be kafirs in a land of Muslims.



Many donkey years ago, the ex-PM Mahathir Mohamad conviced the Chinese to vote for the MCA. He stated that Lim Kit Siang can shout and scream and prounce about all he wants in Parliament and still won't achieve anything while Ling Liong Sik needed only to whisper in the PM's ears to achieve something for the Chinese community.

Now I never expected the MCA or MIC to yell back at these UMNO clowns for their outrageous display of aggression and Ketuanan Melayu. The least they could have done were to voice displeasure/disappointment/disagreement/discord with the threats and intimidation of bloodshed and violence. If they had whispered like what Mahathir tried to portrayed Ling Liong Sik was doing, it would at least showed some residual guts in these running dogs. When they couldn’t even do that, it was then that they have descended to an irreversible ditch.

Even running dogs put up a fight before fleeing with their tails between the legs.

Lapdogs are totally the opposite. You can kick the lapdogs’ asses as hard as you want but they’d still come running to you for that little doggie cookie in you have in your hand.

For this election, Chinese people who vote for MCA are running dogs, while the MCA itself is a lapdog….in my humble opinion.


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And Another to the Lame Christian Leaders.

A rebuke in love and grace.





“With such persons thou shalt not even eat”….the NECF especially their former chairman a Rev. Datuk Dr. have been cozying up to the MCA and Gerakan politicians. How else would he have attained the Datuk title and wear it with pride wherever he goes?

“Relieve the oppressed”….their lack of empathy with HINDRAF demonstrates the shortsightedness of the NECF leaders. Of the UMNO Islamists can target Hindu temples, there is no assurance that they won’t be going after the Christian churches next.Has the NECF even seen videos of the beatings and assaults suffered by the HINDRAF members? Does the NECF even realise how many "amicable" efforts have been attempted by the HINDRAF leadership prior to their rally? Does the NECF know of the empty promises and stinking bull shit given by Khir Toyo and Nazri Aziz prior to HINDRAF's uprising?

“Seek justice”….the NECF’s plea for responsible Christian citizenship is hollow and hypocritical if they do not support the call for free and fair elections. There is no point quoting scripture verses to support a "healthy relationship with the authories" if the authorities have no interest in forging one with Christians. Jesus spoke as he saw fit, with little regard to the listener. In love, in anger, Jesus spoke as he had to.

“My people are destroyed for their lack of knowledge”….Berita NECF quotes nothing but articles from the BN-manipulated mainstream media. Like katak di bawah tempurung, the NECF is seemingly unaware that there are two sides to a coin, and not everything they read in the mainstream media is gospel truth.

“Whoever is not against me, is for me”….the actions of many opposition parties are far ‘more Christian’ than any of the BN component parties. The NECF shies away from having any association with them, afraid of the possible unfavorable consequences that might follow like, maybe Gerakan will no longer allow NECF to hold their grand banquets at its hall?

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The day the Chinese will change is when....

How can we ever justify our opposition to NEP when some are indirectly endorsing it?




The Chinese People that I Truly Detest


Firstly let me clarify - I am Chinese.

I am proud to be one and I had better be because there is nothing I can do to change myself from being yellow man, unless I do a Michael Jackson and blame it all on vitilligo.

I am a Chinaman born in Malaysia which is a curse in a way because I’m an unwanted citizen. It’s not fun being an unwanted citizen. I hear threats and taunts by the UMNO rodents every now and then that I should go back to China if I am so discontented here in Tanah Melayu.

At this point, I’d like to apologize to the rodent family because even hamsters and rats behave better that these UMNO douchebags.

I miss out on so many goodies that this fat land can accord to me but it’s ok, at least I still have the liberty to choose my religious beliefs. There’s still no guarantee that my body wouldn’t be kidnapped at death though, but still that’s ok cos’ I’ll get a free burial albeit in the wrong company.

It’s easy to embrace a victim mentality as a Malaysian Chinese or Chinese Malaysian - whatever. I can justify my inability to get a scholarship because of my Chinaman name or ascribe my failure to enter university to my skin color. I can consciously opt for complacency, deliberately limit my own potential and then blame it all on NEP. I can embrace the victim mentality, organize a pity party and I’m sure I’ll jolly well find enough guests to fill up a stadium.

But I won’t. I refuse to be inhibited by the Ku Klux UMNO Klan. I refuse to be held down while others trample over me. I refuse to wait in line for the occasional UMNO handouts after the privileged lot has received their share. I will not be the uncircumcised Gentile in a land of pseudo-Jews.

Many Chinese fellows – young and old, will grumble just as I do about corruption and inflation and racial discrimination. They stop there, however and expect the Lim Kit Siangs and the Karpal Singhs to fight on their behalf.

Instead of improving themselves through vigorous reading, they head to the nearest comic outlet and devour the latest anime series and their scantily-clad, wide-eyed tangerinas with disproportionate bodies. They are more interested in seeing how Cecilia Chung gave Edison Chen a mediocre, half-hearted blowjob instead of how Lim Kit Siang was taunted and jeered at in Parliamen while speaking for these anime-devouring Chinese youths. They become anxious and weep pathetically when their favorite Japanese-Korean star dies in that stupid, fake soap opera but couldn’t care less when orang asli churches and Hindu temples are run to the ground. These losers will spend 25 bucks to catch a glimse of reluctant porn star Chua Soi Lek’s famed penis but will not donate a cent to DAP’s election fund.

Both young and old Chinese may waste their days lamenting about the sagging Malaysian economy then bemoan that the election was announced by Pak Liar before they had the time to register as a voter. They curse the NEP but continue smoking, boozing and karaoke-ing, cementing UMNO’s lame argument that the whole Chinese community is much better off than the Malays. They can spend thousands on 4-digit numbers over the years then unashamedly ask for financial help in sending their children to a private college. Some parents claim to not have enough to get by but their primary school-going children may be using handphones with more features than a nasal endoscopy set.

How can these Chinese people ever be justified? It’s because of this subgroup of Chinese community – the selfish pricks and hedonistic turds that the needy Chinese gets neglected. There are Chinese folk in Malaysia much poorer than one can ever imagine.

Change must start within the community itself. And changing people's attitude is more difficult than treating septic shock.

We can have half a Parliament filled with DAP/PKR politicians screaming their lungs out but for as long as there exist a substantial portion of the Chinese more keen to booze and snooze than vote and revolt, the possibility of the NEP ever being abolished is as great as that of pigs mounting up wings and fly.

P/S: This whole article can apply to the Indian machas as well.

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Do you trust this guy?

Is Anwar trustworthy?



Do you trust Anwar?


“Has it ever occur to you that if Anwar was never incarcerated, he would have just assumed the PM’s post and quietly be as corrupted as the current administration?”, I was asked yesterday.

Yes! That question is totally pertinent and my answer is one hundred percent affirmative.


I don’t remember things being any different or significantly better when we had Anwar Ibrahim as the Deputy Prime Minister, Education Minister or Finance Minister. Ok, maybe the fuel price was RM 1.10 per litre then but the crude oil price then was also significantly lower than the current UDS 100 per barrel.

Malaysia was just as corrupted. The cops were just as brazen soliciting duit kopi while the bureaucrats were just as lazy. Healthcare was just as pathetic and the doctors were just as rude and uncaring. The education system was just as polarized with the national schools getting more Islamic and the missionary schools getting more nationalized. Chinese education was just as underfunded while Tamil education was just as endangered. The leatherback turtle was just as elusive and the Indonesians just as ubiquitous. Crime was equally rampant, in both numbers and the degree of severity. Sammy Vellu was just as bald and his words just as crappy. Ling Liong Sik was just as fat and hypocritical and TAR College was just as mediocre. UM products were just as lousy as today, with or without the quota system. The brain drain was just as bad with our drains were just as clogged. Dengue was just as lethal and HIV was just as undiagnosed as today. The media was just as biased with the same shit but different smell. Whistle blowers were just as persecuted and the ACA just as toothless. The judiciary was just as phony with a similar backlog of pending cases.

Malaysia was not significantly any better. If it was, it’s a figment of our imagination. There’s always a certain tendency to hold on to the past with reminiscence that the past was better. There’s a psychological explanation for this but I’m not a psychologist so I’d give it a past.

Regardless, that was then and this is now. Loathe him or hate him, Anwar Ibrahim is back and he will not be going away unless he dies or is convicted for sodomy again. The choices before us is really simple, to trust or not to trust this ex-UMNO warlord.

The question in effect is really artefactual because we don’t really have a choice. With Malaysia sliding faster than the mental state of Britney Spears coupled with the fact that only a Malay can change the country, we have no Malay leader to look up to now but Anwar Ibrahim.

I’d forgive him for making non-Muslim students study Jawi in early primary school. I’d forgive him for making me read “Bahasa Melayu” in that weird, stupid intonation called bahasa baku. I’d forgive him for his strict imposition of the quota system for the annual university intake. I’d forgive him for being a bloody hypocrite proclaiming we were one big Malaysian family when we were clearly not. I’d forgive him for all those years he kept silent as a Cabinet Minister allowing Malaysia to be gang-raped and sodomised by the BN morons. More recently, I forgive him for his PKR’s arrogance in seat negotiations in Sabah-Sarawak. By track record, PKR has nothing to endorse their demand for more seats anywhere. It only has two seats to show – one is the former constituency of Anwar and the other was won by a candidate more known for his previous DAP affiliation.

I’m assuming six years of jail time and curry rice would have opened Anwar’s eyes to the harsh realities of Malaysia. I’m assuming he saw Malaysia for what Malaysia really is when he was in jail. I’m assuming he now knows what it was like for the DAP politicians all those years he was Cabinet minister controlling how the media should shut the DAP up. I’m assuming he now knows what it is like being detained under the ISA and separated from one’s wife and children for merely standing up for one’s beliefs. I’m assuming he would have read Mandela’s A Long Walk to Freedom while rotting in jail staring at an uncertain future.

In short, I assume he has repented and is now sincere to make a change for a better Malaysia.

He’s allowed to be bitter and vengeful of course.
He’s no Nelson Mandela, but he’s still the only Malay guy capable enough to lead Malaysia.

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No Winds of Change in the Land Beneath the Winds (3)

Can Sabah be saved this election? For the next five years may be too late...






Giant billboards grace the entire city of Kota Kinabalu. Even a national traitor like Yong Teck Lee who previously won his Likas seat with Filipino votes is grinning from ear to ear. Although Yong Teck Lee is currently embroiled in a lawsuit against the Chief Minister of Sabah over the Kudat Mazu statue, he is smiling on giant BN billboards. It shows how spineless adn shameless BN representatives can be.



Dark clouds above.... Even the weather frowns upon the future leaders of Sabah. These gigantic billboards with a smug-looking face are very reminiscent of the Saddam Hussein statues in pre-war Iraq. How does one reach out to people without internet connection? How will they ever know they are being conned by their own people?






Wearing the traditional Kadazandusun attire is a popular campaign strategy. It seemingly makes one more Kadazan, more Dusun and more Murut. This is the same guy i once wrote an appeal letter to, pleading for a portable ventilator to save the life of a young mother of eight. his previous constituency, Ranau remains one of the poorest district in Sabah.



The independent spoilers….Independent candidates are abundant in Sabah, employing symbols like an umbrella, keys, and even an alarm clock! Local leaders are highly regarded by their village folk. The manifesto of independent candidates are very similar to those of DAP and PKR, touching on issues like Project IC and poverty. The opposition should have embraced and harvested these independent candidates. Instead they now play the roles of spoilers.





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SLAB - another reason to SLAP BN in the face

Do you know why doctors are leaving the government service?



SLAB - another reason to SLAP BN in the face

I can accept many features of the NEP, albeit swallowing them like a bitter pill.

I will never be able to accept the Skim Latihan Akademik Bumiputera (SLAB), however.

For those who are unfamiliar with the SLAB scam scheme, it is basically a training program tailored for “outstanding” bumiputeras with professional qualifications to embark in an academic career.

The privileges accorded under this scam scheme are plentiful and far-reaching, available to “bumi” graduates in medical, law, sciences and IT. I shall only touch on the medical career, drawing from my own personal experience lest I make wrong generalised statements about other fields.

Under the Ministry of Health ruling, all doctors are required to serve at least four before being eligible to apply for specialty training in the Masters programs in local universities. No one is exempted from this ruling as in this noble profession of medicine; all doctors are equal in this fair nation regardless of the ethnicity.

Some are more equal than others, nonetheless.

These are the supposed outstanding bumiputera doctors. They only need to serve ONE YEAR of government service before being offered a range of clinical disciplines in which they desire to specialize in and later on, lecture in. While the rest of their non-bumiputera colleagues serve the district folk, these privileged lot are bypassing everyone else to begin a premature training as a clinical specialist.

On the outset, it would appear justified to reward ‘prodigies’ with a shorter route to specialty and thereafter a career in academic medicine.

If one scrutinizes the SLAB candidates however, the ugly faces of discrimination, cronyism and shortsightedness will become obvious.





Despite its namesake, the SLAB program is almost exclusively reserved for Malay Muslim bumiputeras. There is a reasonable pool of qualified and talented non-Muslim Bumiputera doctors in Sabah and Sarawak. They are denied the chance to become academics through this supposed noble training scheme. It’s bad enough to label Malaysians as bumi and non-bumi. To further differentiate between Malay and non-Malay bumiputeras is an act more despicable that the apartheid NEP itself. It is racial egoism comparable to Hitler’s Nazism and the Ku Klux Klan.

In principle, the by-invitation only SLAB program is open to the outstanding, phenomenal Malay bumiputera doctor. In practice however, the candidates are far from it. My Malay colleagues who could hardly string a proper sentence of English together are being accepted into the program. They couldn’t even present a simple case summary to the consultants during ward rounds and now they are expected to lecture medical students? Pretty preposterous isn’t it? The quality of SLAB trainees ranges from those with minimal knowledge in basic pharmacology to those who could never handle common medical emergencies without descending into a state of panic.

Are we confident to let our children learn and train under these pseudo-lecturers? A great number of my colleagues who failed final year MBBS exams in Universiti Malaya were invited to join the SLAB program! It gives one a general idea of the quality of our future lecturers. The majority of these SLAB products has either failed the external Royal Colleges exam or was never confident to attempt these exams in the first place. There were also two SLAB trainees in UM who were dropouts from Australian universities. The future of medical education does not look bright indeed.

Like most other NEP privileges, the SLAB program has been hijacked by well-connected UMNO loyalists. A great number of trainees are accepted into the program because they carry a ‘bin Datuk-something’. The truly qualified bumis are denied an opportunity while mediocre, below-average children of UMNO are offered a silver platter to quasi-professorship.

More than being another UMNO racist policy, the SLAB program is one that is dangerous. Clinical acumen in the profession of medicine comes from years of experience and there is no other way. A pre-university student who entered medical school without battling it out on a level playing field is already a cause for concern. Now, the same person is expected to perform the clinical duties of a lecturer-specialist after serving just one year of housemanship. In our feudalistic healthcare system, the specialist is always regarded as correct and infallible, even when he has little experience more than his medical officers who are subordinates merely because they were not born with a privileged skin color.

The intentions of the SLAB program were never to provide a helping hand to aspiring bumiputera doctors. It was also never the intention of SLAB program to provide our universities with a steady source of well-trained lecturers.

The way it is carried out, the aims and purposes of the SLAB program are to mass-produce as many Malay bumiputera specialists as possible and in the shortest time, as well as to inhibit the career progress of non-Malay doctors. It is already punishing enough that non-bumi students enter university one year later that their bumi counterparts (two years if one was from national-type school), now they even have to wait four years later than their Malay colleagues before being eligible to apply for specialty training.

A SLAB product will become a full-fledged specialist by the age of 30 with an almost guaranteed pathway to subspecialty and professorship by 40. His non-Malay colleague meanwhile, will only be a newbie specialist at 35, assuming the doctor was successful in his application for specialty training at the very first attempt!

As a doctor serving the poorest state in Malaysia, I have many reasons not to cross BN this coming election – poverty, inflation, corruption, judicial bribery and escalating crime, amongst others.

Nevertheless, the SLAB program alone is enough a reason for me to slap the BN on both cheeks – UMNO for their perpetual narcissism and MCA/MIC for playing UMNO’s running dogs.

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No Winds of Change in the Land Beneath the Winds (2)

UMNO flags are flying high in a predominant Kadazandusun area. Some of the humble and lowly local folk I spoke to have never heard of DAP, PKR or PAS are. They only know that they've been told to cross next to the Dacing of BN. This is why UMNO has been able to lord over the local folks despite the Malay population being a great minority here.




An illustration of how rich and fat the land of Sabah is. It has so much timber that quality wood is used to mount up placards and banners throughout Sabah. One a single stretch of town road, there may be up to a hundred placards as these. The wealth of the land hardly reaches the ordinary folk, however.



A BN running dog boasts about his greatness in a 30-page booklet depicting his appearances in the local press. There is not a single page about his principles and beliefs and his stand on any issues. I'd rather vote a high-pitched yelping chihuahua than a dog that cannot even bark much less bite.




This BN candidate publishes his rubbish in such a size that it exceeds the size of my dustbin, and i assure you that my dustbin is big. Eighty pages of how popular he has been in the local press yet not a single page on his personal ideals and principles. Jesus said that the Father rewards the good deeds that are done in secret and that the left hand should not know what good deeds the right hand is doing. Our BN candidate here does exactly the opposite.

To date, I have not seen or smelt any opposition's campaign booklet.

How to win like this?

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Di mana tiada helang....

....in Malaysia, too many characters are holding positions that they were never destined to hold....


Di mana tiada helang, kata belalang akulah helang…


In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

I love Malaysia – I truly do. I was born here, bred here and raised here and that is why I am so anxious and restless to see Malaysia’s long list of issues getting solved by the people in power.

It takes little effort for any secondary school kid to identify Malaysia’s long list of issues – worsening race relations, deteriorating environment, escalating crime, widespread corruption, blatant abuse of power, widening wealth gap, uncontrolled inflation, embarrassing judiciary, ailing healthcare, legal illegal immigration, forced brain drain, thinning resources and ineffective education system.

But then again, maybe I was wrong. Maybe our education system has become so stupid and rotten that our brain-washed secondary school students would not be able to find anything wrong with the country at all.

If I were to be asked to pick one and only one problem to be referred to as Malaysia’s BIGGEST PROBLEM, I think I would have to think deep and hard.

I think my answer at this point in time, would be that in Malaysia, too many characters are holding positions that they were never destined to hold.

Mat Rempits and Ah Bengs who were never meant to be in university are studying medicine, engineering and IT. They end up wasting their youth in university. My personal experience in UM, some of these jokers on government scholarships are spending up to eight years studying medicine. It’s my money they are wasting for each year they are retained in medical school. How outrageous! If these underqualified below-average students were offered an arts or religious course to begin with, perhaps they would not have ended up as a failed general practitioner selling metamphetamine to the public.

Some who were never truly competent to be a doctor are operating on patients as so-called consultant neurosurgeons, and making a huge lethal mess out of it. The ghosts of patients who died under the knife and care of all these bull-crapping doctors will come back to haunt our dreams, if sleep can even step in to begin with.

The kaki ponteng sekolah whom I used to catch as a prefect is now in the police force. I used to catch this guy squatting and smoking in the pee-filled toilet of my missionary school. How our roles have changed! I wouldn’t be surprise if he were to give me a speeding summons one of these days. He was never meant to be anywhere near or around in a career of law enforcement but here he is – donning a dark blue uniform with an anti-rasuah badge waiting to pounce on his next victim, earning some duit kopi to support his smoking habit.

Many who were never cut out for business dealings or were failed businessmen are becoming the CEOs of PLUS, Malaysian Airlines and Proton. That is why this rich nation is fast becoming poor. Our money has been placed in the stupid hands of UMNO’s ass kissers.

Retards and morons who were never gifted in reading and debating are becoming parliamentarians and end up yelling racist taunts and religious threats. Nazri Aziz, Badruddin Amiruddin, Keris Hishamuddin and Bung Mokhtar please step forward.

One who was destined to be a perpetual civil servant became prime minister and brought the civil service mentality into the job – getting paid to do nothing but sleep.

That is what I think is killing Malaysia slowly: a mismatch of natural talents with their eventual roles.

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