The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

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It's not the title of the movie that I used to watch when I was a boy, a cowboy movie starring Clint Eastwood. A spaghetti western.

I just want to mention a little about the the Malysian Parliment, the august house that passed all the laws we live by today in the country.

The Good - it is good to have a parliment. This means we as a country practices democracy , has a forum to discuss, dialogue and debate the laws and also the welfare of the country. We voted the members of the house in the general election. The expectations over these elected members are to highlight the concerns and the factors that effect the citizens and the people they represented. A healthy debate that we expected to happen in parliment to enable the parlimentarians to find out ways to enable the citizens to prosper.

The Bad - the bad thing that can happen in parliment is when the 'wakil rakyats' are not really interested to understand the public. They are more interested to play politics in parliment at our expense, with their theaterics and their public show of spats. The bad thing is when the members of the house opposed because they can oppose, opposed because they are oppositions, opposed because they are seating across their political rivals.

The Ugly - it is an ugly thing when the members of the house can simply throw allegations and heresays without any evidence because they are protected by their august house. You are protected by the rules of law hence you can say what you want to say and not worry about the repercussions.
What is ugly is when you see the members of the house shouting, yelling and raising their voices and heckling, staging a walk out. Just like school children, I would hazard a guess that kids do not stage walk outs.
What is ugly is that the show of stupidity and uncouth and uncivilised behaviour by the Yang Berhormats (It should be changed to Yang Berkhidmat).

Who are they trying to kid?



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Move On

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When I started this blog my intention is to avoid writing about politics, the operative word is "avoid," hence if you check on the previous posting maybe one or two of them are about politics.

What had happened several day ago in parliment, seem to be something worthy of mention.
Anwar Ibrahim, as alleged by Dato' Zahrin had master minded the September 16 conspiracy and his allegation had made Anwar Ibrahim so hot under his butt, and he left the proceeding a bit later. He was also absent from parliment the next day when Zahrin continued with his speech.

I wonder why didn't Anwar Ibrahim sit through the speech and be like a gentleman.

On one side of things over the last 2 years or so after the last general election, too much politicking had been the thing.

I would like to suggest to the parlimentarians, please shut the hell up, stop making accusations and counter-accusations, don't waste you bloody time in parliment. We the citizen are tired of your politicking.

Grow up!
Move on, do the things you are suppose to do, help the citizens to grow. There's time for politics and there's time to do your job. Enough politics! Go out and start doing the job you all were elected to do.

Anwar Ibrahim, just get your butt to court, we are just tired of your delaying tactics... and why the hell lobbying for support from the Australian and British politicians?




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Alice in Wonderland

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I recently gone to watch the adolescent version of Alice in Wonderland... Johnny Depp played the Mad Hatter.
He kept on asking Alice, "What's similar between a raven and a writing table?" It is like a teaser/teka-teki kind of thing....
So what is the answer?




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Queue Jumping at the Highways

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I read in the news today that the police had been stationed along the highways to summon Q jumpers. In fact beside issuing the drivers with summons they were also delayed for a further 10 minutes as a penalty for driving along the emergency lane. I applaud the move but its not enough to just do it during the long holidays.

Usually when I drive during the weekends or even the wekdays, particularly when there is a heavy traffic on the highways, there will always be these drivers who make it their business to drive along the emergency lane. How I wish that the policemen were stationed there and then.
Look at the picture on the left... fat chance that this is the Malaysian highway... look again, besides the cars are on the wrong side of the road, no cars on the emergency lanes.

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How you dress is not what you are

Last night I frequented my regular capati joint not far from home with my wife and son. Mat, a Bangladeshi, makes one of the best capati I've ever had, its soft and light.
I've known Mat for some time and we can talk about many things just like how friends would do. If I had not visited his stall for sometime, he would fret, thinking that I did not like his capatis and the teh tarik-maker would also enquire about the long absence.
Mat came to Malaysia many years ago to work as a production engineer with a factory but decided to leave and work as a roticanai/capati maker with a stall here, when the factory was right sizing people.
He decided that working at the stall enable him to make more money so that he can send it back home to Bangladesh. Last year he got married.

What happened last night was that, sitting at another table were 2 elderly men, both of whom I guess just got back from the surau, and having their round of teh tarik. One of the man, with his kupiah (skull cap) and his janggut (goatee) and on this account alone you would say this is an orang alim (religious man). But what came out of his mouth and how he sounded was not becoming of him.

He asked Mat about chicken, Bangladesh has no chickens, and the way he sounded was that chicken is somewhat strange to Bangladeshis and Bangladeshis would not have had chicken if they do not venture out of Bangladesh... he sounded patronising and demeaning.

Mat, smiled and said there are plenty of chickens in Bangladesh just like Malaysia, chicken is not something strange or that Bangladeshis are deprived of them.

The elderly gentleman was not to happy with what sounded like a rebuke from Mat to him and said something like Bangladesh is a poor country, many poor people, that's why they leave Bangladesh. (By this time I told my wife, this is the kind of man (the elderly gentleman) that I don't like.... the one who sounded ego driven and everything must be from his point of view).

Mat calmly said to him that yes, just like Malaysia there are poor people in Bangladesh, but there also plenty of rich people... houses with swimming pools and, he pointed to the gentleman's Mercedes Benz 200E (not E200), saying there are many people who drive Mercedes too....

Touche' Mat, the man decided his mouth had confirmed how stupid and obnoxious he was.... if you are not sure if you are stupid just close your mouth, opening your mouth only comfirmed your stupidity.

What saddened me is the fact that the personality of the elderly man, with his kupiah, janggut he looks like a pious man, but when he talked and the way he talked he sounded like a snob, patronising, egoistic... I know fullwell when you are just having a friendly banter (bergurau) but he was not.....

Can't just judge a book by its cover.......
But hey, who am I to judge... I judge you not.

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Salt Lake City 2

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One of the things that I like about most American cities is the grid or block system of the city design. The grid system allows for better organisation of the buidlings, road names, transportation services. It is also easier to find your way to a certain destination in the city.
Salt Lake City is organised in such a way that most streets in the downtown area is refered as South, West, East, North.

Let me give you an example:
I stayed at a hotel which is at the corner of South 200 West Street. To go to the Salt Palace Convention center, when I asked the reception for direction, besides giving me a map, he said, "You go 4 blocks down (he pointing the way for me) and then 2 blocks on to your right."
I walked 4 blocks and then turned right and walked 2 blocks and there I was standing in front of the Salt Place Convention center.
The same thing when you drive from the hotel, but of course you got to be aware of the one way streets.

Now you tell me how you'd show me the way to Berjaya Time Square from the Pavillion. (Not that you cannot, but what would you say to me?)


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Salt Lake City 1

Salt Lake City, Utah, weather when I arrived was about -2 celcius, with wind it felt more like -12 celcius.
It's large city, but I do believe KL is bigger.
One thing that people must understand, SLC is not a happening city, not in the same mold as LA or even San Francisco... I term this city as "tempat orang-orang beriman" city of the faithful. Why? The Mormon Temple is smack in the middle of the city, it is also the city where the Mormon faith resides, the hometown if you will.

Downtown SLC? Nothing like Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman, its virtually dead on a weekend.

They have a good mall though, the Gateway Place Mall, but what can I say about it? Its the only mall in downtown SLC. How many does KL have? Several!


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Flying.. long haul

Its been a while that I posted anything here. So I guess an update is in order.
I recently flew to the US of A on a work assignment. I was adviced of the trip a few week prior. The first thing that came to my mind was not so much about the assignment itself but the flight to and fro.

One thing about me, I don't get jittery or quesy on flights, but its the sitting down for many hours in a confined space that really gets to me.

Let me explain.
I got up at about 4.30 to get ready, and the cab duly arrived to pick me up and transported me to KLIA for my 9.00 a.m flight. I took the Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong. Why to Hong Kong, simply because I wanted to arrive in San Francisco instead of Los Angeles.

About the flight, its a 3 hour trip, which I can stand, its ok, my butt is not hurt. There's the inflight entertainment to while my time, took my nap after the meal served. Uneventful flight altogether... By the way the MAS flight attendants are a wee bit more attractive.

3 hours of sitting down and no cig for the whole trip, now that is a little bit trying but I can manage.

As we landed in Hong Kong, I made sure that I went to the right terminal and found the gate, but prior to being at the gate, found the smoking lounge. Had my dose of cigs and a bit more to prepare me for the 12 hour flight to San Francisco.

By the way, the books in the terminal are far more expensive than the ones found in KLIA.

Boarding the flight to US was a bit of a hassle, we got to remove our shoes, their security people going through my carry on bags, and of all thing, my gastric medicine, in liquid form cannot be taken on board with me... so into the bin it went. But it was ok in KLIA though.

Boarded, aisle seat as requested, at least I need not share one arm rest with the person next to me.

Now its a 12 hour flight, at least, as it was announced earlier.... by the 3rd hour my butt is sore. Used the blanket under my butt, part of the way it was not sufficient. The small pillow went under my butt.

While most passengers were asleep, I can't. Read, watched the movies, walked around the cabin (I was also afraid that the US Airmarshall was on board and observing me...) I am harmless my man, its just my sore butt and swollen legs.. I need to move around.

A wonderful surprise was that Cathay Pacific put this cart of goodies near the galley, peanuts, apples, cookies, soda (including my Light Coke) for your helping...


It was such a relief to have landed in Frisco......

But this was where I was heading.... Another 2 hour of flight and it was delayed by 2 hours because of the storm in San Francisco.. more waiting, more sitting, more whiling.....

Salt Lake City was where I was heading... that will be another story altogether.

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Happy New Year

A Happy New Year, 2010. I am writing this entry on January 3, and for some it is no longer a new year, it has been 3 days passed.
Many people would have new year resolutions but by the time the first week passed, new year resolutions are no longer new year resolutions and how many get the deserved follow-through for them to be fulfilled? I don't think that I ever had any resolutions to begin my new year. It is too short-termed and I choose to live my life as I think it should be, based on my mission in life. I do have a life mission and I do try to live my life based on that mission.
Several things are in store for 2010, the price of sugar is now increased due to the reduction of subsidy, not that that I care. I don't take too much sugar anyway.
The price of my ciggies are to increase, it had been been that way for a long long time and people still keep on buying. I wonder if people have a thing against smokers?
Liverpool started the new year with a positive note and I do hope they can sustain the results.
I bought a new mountain bike this evening and rode it from the shop in town back home and it's almost a 7 km ride. It took me less than an hour and had only one stop to buy a bottle of water and I rode in the rain and I love it... riding in the rain. I have 4 old mountain bikes that I am going to sell off to the scrap dealer.

Happy New Year!





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Of Cultural Differences

I was in the Korean Republic (South Korea) recently on a business trip and arrived,with a colleague, a day prior to reporting to the venue. We were suppose to meet up with another colleague and to be picked up at the Incheon International Airport the next day. So I suggested to my colleague that we just store our luggage at the airport's storage facility and maybe shower at the airport.

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We touched down at about 6.30 a.m. and exited the arrival hall around 7.00 and stored our luggage. We found out that the shower facilities was in a spa at the airport, and we got to pay 20,000 KWon to use it. Hence we decided to skip shower and took a bus ride into Seoul, and we disembarked at Itaewon and had kebab for breakfast.

We went around Seoul by subway and finally took the bus back to Incheon International at about 9.00 p.m., took our stored luggage and then went down to the spa for our shower. We found out that besides shower we can use the facilities like the lounge where you can sit and watch tv and sleep on the recliner seats.

As we were putting our things in the locker we went looking for our bath towels, and what did we find? Towels the size of face towels. And guess what? That was the size of towels available... Much to our chagrin :)

We left for Anseong the next morning to the meeting venue, checked into our rooms and what did we find? Face towel sized towels as bath towels....

I told my colleagues, maybe we should use the towels to cover our faces....




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