RM 9.9 Million Lost for Needy People in Selangor

BN lost in Selangor. BALKIS, the charity body for BN's MP/Assemblymen wives, then moved RM 9.9 million from its coffer into BAKTI. And because BN lost to Pakatan Rakyat during the last general election, therefore the members couldn't see how they can perform their task effectively. Their claim is that the money belongs to the association and they have every right to remove the money to anywhere they feel like.

What's my take on this matter?

I seriously think those people in BALKIS are either stupid or selfish. Maybe they are both.

The intention to form this association itself in 1985 is to help the needy, provide ideas to the government on welfare issues and help Malaysians of all races and religions. So why stop in 2008? Just because the opposition won in Selangor, so they have to stop this noble intention. What a crap? I believe the members of BALKIS should stay out of politics. Stick to their original intention. Doing this will only tarnish its reputation as a leading charity organization in Selangor.

I personally believe these people are not even honest in delivering the intention in the first place. That is why we are still seeing the needy people are not being served fully here in Selangor. They should attend AsiaWorks Basic Course laa for learning the meaning of intention. Hehehehe..

Anyway I seriously urge the Selangor government to sue BALKIS in the court. Let them learn one or two things about honesty in doing their job. Charity shouldn't stop when the government is changed. Besides, the opposition was chosen by the majority. So, accept the fact that your torch needs to be passed to those who are in power now. Period. No fuss about it.

Tan Sri Khalid is gentleman enough to give a good offer to BALKIS on how to settle the case. I'm sure he doesn't want to create more mess about this. He has more things to figure out for benefits of people of Selangor. However, let's see if BALKIS still remain stupid or selfish considering this offer. Then we shall know who are the real culprits then.

For once, I want to say this to some stupid, arrogant and hotheaded members of UMNO; get real ok? And be fair. That's all.

Recently we were shocked by the news of Sufiah Yusof, our so called Malaysian genius, who has got herself involved in escort service. Some say it is a form of prostitution. Some have other opposing view about it. Anyhow, I read the news report on her in the online news in UK. I must say I didn’t feel any shock at all. I mean, c’mon… she was abused emotionally since she was a kid. I didn’t say that her act is right or wrong. God forbids me to decide who will go to Hell and who will go to the Heaven. Maybe she just reacts to her past and probably seeking for attention to find remedy. That could be one of the ways to do it.

But what surprises me was her claim that she provides an added value service to her ‘service’ which is by stimulating men with her math equations. Okay, this sounds a bit…weird! First she got into sex related industry to pay for her bills, secondly she arouses men in bed with her quadratic equation and next our government announced to help this poor soul to recover back into her real world.

First of all, I totally oppose the idea of our government to help Sufiah on the claim that she is Malaysian. Eh hello? For heaven sake, does she have a valid Malaysian passport? Does she ever pay tax to our state? Or did she vote in the last General Election? Please don’t spend the taxpayer money on unnecessary stuff. Especially after our government spent a few hundred thousand ringgit of the taxpayer’s money to pay for Sufiah’s tuition fee in the Oxford (I sincerely hope our government did not actually give her the scholarship a few years ago). Please lah.

The irony is, there is a lot of things going on in our beloved country than rather to spend on one person. We need more money here to invest on the national agenda on education, poverty, reducing the inflation burden, controlling the price hike etc. Sufiah is the last thing on Malaysia’s agenda.

But anyway, one thing caught my attention.

Hmmm…math and sex? Something doesn’t add up. Imagine the scenario as follow;

“I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” said the man.
And she replied,”Wait!!! Hold your horses, ay! Tell me what is the Laplace Transformation for this non linear solutions”.
“Erkk…what the fuck???” and the mighty man fumbled.

Or.

“Alrite hunk…if you are so smart, tell me how to solve an inseparable integration using theta as variable? If u can do it, I give you the best orgasm moan you ever heard!”, and she just winked at the naked man in her bed. He immediately turned off instantaneously. He was knocked off by the question and so was his dick.

Oohhhhhhh…steamy story eh? Don’t know lah. Nowadays black and white is separated by really thin grey line. But I tell you, many people are thronging in that thin line.

People are getting weirder day by day. Especially women!

Today marks the end of political barring period for Dato’ Seri Anwar Ibrahim. As I can recall, many things have changed since he was barred from joining the politic actively in 1998 due to his trials result. It has been almost 10 years I guess.

I remember back in 1998 that the whole nation was shocked when Dr. Mahathir sacked his wingman and put him behind the bars on ridiculous allegations. Everybody knew at that time the police and the judiciary were under his control. I think practically until today these two bodies are under the executive influence regardless how independent they claim they are.

I was young at that time. I was 18 and I was in college. My college was buzzed with the words ‘Reformasi’ literally. Anwar retaliated against Dr. Mahathir by launching a street campaign calling for reformation of the country’s leadership. Malaysia was shocked with this political earthquake. Thousands of people brought the confusion and restlessness to the street. Anwar was treated like a pariah in UMNO. A good number of his friends in UMNO did not back him up. Instead, support and help came from the most unexpected people like the late Datuk Fadzil Noor, the President of PAS. He was Anwar’s friend back in ABIM early days and I guess they were still friends after all. A few years later the late Datuk Fadzil Noor died fighting for DSAI’s cause. Of course at that time many ministers, unlike today, were gathered behind the Old Man of Malaysia and joined the bandwagon of cursing and accusing Anwar of giving bad name to UMNO. Ah, Malaysia lame politic tactic. Everyone wants to secure his rice pot first before everyone else.

I did go to Anwar’s house with a bunch of friends before they planned to march to Stadium Nasional in Bukit Jalil during the launching of SUKOM 1998. The house was crowded with so many supporters from all walks of life. Everybody chanted the magic word, ‘Reformasi’. Do they really understand that word? I have no clue. A friend cautioned me not to be too excited shouting Reformasi. He said some of the shouters could be police personnel from Special Branch and they were probably watching for the hardcore supporters of Anwar. That was the first time I heard about our police intelligence. I tell y’all - they are very good! A few years later I got served by ‘surat tunjuk sebab’ due to the report from Special Branch sent to Dato Ghazali (now Tan Sri), our Malaysian Ambassador to US, allegedly accused me of joining the opposition activities in UK. Never mind about that. I’ll write about it at some other time.

People on the streets in Malaysia were talking about how Anwar fought back. Not too long after that he was put in jail under ISA. The judge during his trial constantly uttered this word – ‘Irrelevant’. I wonder what the hell is irrelevant with this case. By right, they should toss the case in the dustbin because it has too many irregularities.

His wife, Aunty Azizah, and his friends formed Parti Keadilan to fight for his cause. My dad, a police personnel in PDRM HQ of Bukit Aman, knew about how Anwar got a black eye during his detention in Bukit Aman. Everyone knew about it but could do nothing. Papa also told us that despite his pain and ache, Anwar Ibrahim borrowed a Quran to read from one of the corporals who guarded his prison cell.

I literally shed a tear when I read an article written about DSAI and his family’s misery in TIME magazine not too long after that incident. Yes, I was passionate about this man and I still am.

Being a college student in America taught me to be idealist. I want to change the world after I graduate from Penn State. At least, that’s what I thought I would do. I was anti establishment. I despised Mahathir. I guess all my friends in college knew that I was anti Mahathir. I turned down invitation from Malaysian Student Department to attend student functions with Dr. Mahathir in Chicago and New York during his visit to US. Never once I came to Tun’s function for the period of 5 years of my stay in the States.

Although I was in my college age, I had an opportunity to connect Malaysian community with some opposition politicians. I fixed a teleconference between US and Malaysia with Datin Seri Wan Azizah. That’s how I came to be friend with Nurul Izzah. At that time, telephone was the only means to contact them directly.

A few months later I began to write letters to DSAI while he spent his days in Sg Buloh prison. I wrote about justice, governance, reformasi and equality. I questioned his political move when he was in UMNO. I questioned his stand on University & College Act (AUKU) 1974 when he was Education Minister in late 80s. I even wrote to him that he will lose my vote if he were to join UMNO back after this.

He wrote back to me. I was hysterical! Ex deputy Prime Minister wrote replies to my letters. Oh my God!

In 2006, he won a RM 4.5 million lawsuit against a writer of the book 50 Dalil Kenapa Anwar Tidak Boleh Jadi PM. The writer died soon after that. Then my friend formally introduced me to him in the court. He said that he remembered me - the one who wrote to him from US and asked him difficult questions. I was touched by his humility and his humor.

But between 2004 till 2008, my political belief has changed. My devotion is no longer on him per se. I didn’t feel like conquering the world anymore. Yes, some parts of the idealist have died in me. I have become to realize that Anwar Ibrahim can come and go at anytime. His physical is so fragile and so is everyone else. It’s like what Pak Abu Urwah (Hj Saari Sungib, the present ADUN Hulu Kelang) told me that Anwar Ibrahim is just a social icon to inspire people for hope, justice and fairness in the country’s administration because he was a part of the leadership before September 1998. What I am counting on DSAI is his spirit and his zest for the ideals. That’s matter to me.

I share my vision with Anwar Ibrahim. I wish to see one day this country will come to realization that there is no difference between a Malay, a Chinese, an Indian and the rest of the world. We are humans bestowed with faculties of thoughts and emotion, striving to coexist in this little planet called Earth. I wish to see that Malaysian will come as one - a single entity in variation of creeds and ethnicity. We represent the mankind. We empower and compliment each other with our differences and yet we allow ourselves to be different in our meaning and philosophy. Our plural society is our asset, not liability. His Majesty Dr. Raja Nazrin does recognize this powerful aspect of our society and encourages us to use this to its fullest potential in order to push this country forward. We must go forward and become progressive. Acceptance of our past is a must. Social contract of 1957 must be renewed. Embracing acceptance must be practiced to its highest degree.

From now on, let us start this culture of inclusive and let us live in this country with good conscience and good intention. Together we make this country a strong, an economically powerful, a peaceful and harmony nation.

I just finished watching the movie "Definitely, Maybe". It's a romantic comedy. Yup, I'm a sucker for romantic comedy kinda movie. I guess this is a public fact about me. I enjoyed watching it and its storyline is okay.

What I like about this movie is about the relationship of a father and his daughter. How he shares story about himself and his love story which involves three different ladies. The kid is then will try to guess which one is her mother. And this involves quite a few words like threesome, penis, thrust and love. Okay, maybe it's not that suitable for young kids in our country but hey in America, it is totally a different ballgame altogether, ok?

It says that the love will find its way to people. I don't actually subscribe to that. Honestly at this point, I don't give much shit about it either. If it comes then it will come. If it's not, then it probably won't be happening to me in anytime soon. My sister claimed that allegedly I'm way too choosy and my choice always far superior than myself and I should take a look on the mirror of myself. Ouch, that hurts my feeling very much. To the core. Except that I chose not to say anything or else I would end up saying something foolish.

So I guess this movie is trying to tell that doesn't matter how long a person been out of love, the love will find its way back and eventually connects two people for one holy reason; LOVE. Yup, cliche as it sounds but that's what people need the most. Even the honorable teacher HAMKA said that the world spins because of love.

And then a friend asked me of why (some) men are not loyal and how they can flirt with other woman when they already have one. My reply is,"No offence but I think it equally be the same to women as well. Don't try to act holier than thou here!". I'm sick of this bullshit - always put the blame on men. Squarely on men. Both have an equal share on this issue.

Men are not saint and so are the women. Accept the fact that we are bound to do mistakes. When shit happens in love, the best way to do is just to move on albeit the pain is unbearable. Don't tell me on how to move on because that's what I'm doing right now. Surviving day by day on my stoic and lifeless emotion on the subject matter.

After all, some people do find their true love when tragedy occurs in their life. Then it will lift some relationship to higher plane and suddenly, there is love. I'm sure of that but I don't want to bet my life on it. Life must go on, comedy should stay and adventure must be experienced.

Life favors the fearless; mentally, physically and emotionally. Period.

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I live in a pretty simple way. I'm not the type of person who would buy a Ferrari or a very large hat.

IVANKA TRUMP
daughter of billionaire Donald Trump, when asked if recent economic troubles were affecting her lifestyle

I hardly been working this week. My mind is stuffed with many thoughts and recollection of some distant memories. Few things are running through my mind as I am writing here on my blog.

Anyhow, those are my least concern for now.

Quite a few weeks ago I was approached by this very tempting opportunity. It does sound sexy to me and for anything is sexy, worth to be explored and investigated diligently. Through a few meetings with friends who deal directly in the Exploration & Production (E&P), I had managed to gather a decent pool of information about the idea. Immediately I could see potential in making it into business venture. However, I am stuck with one challenge; how exactly to write business model. Maybe this is an easy peachy question. Then, how about this one - how can I secure potential investor(s)? According to my technical 'partner', this business opportunity doesn't require much hardware except for people's brain, trainings and skilled people. Okay, skilled people cost fortune. Especially if I were to hire 10 - 15 years of experience employee in oil & gas industry.

I gave a call to my uncle and a few people whom I know are successful in their business venture. Perhaps I can squeeze one or two tips about how to deal with these challenges.

Now I could see myself making a U turn to where I started before. From engineering to investment/finance/sales, back to engineering. Well, if it produces millions RM, why not?

Anyhow, never mind with that idea. I'll deal with it anyway. Di mana ada kemahuan, di situ ada jalan. And I certainly love to find the way.

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university
where she was awarded an Honorary PhD. Worth reading !!

"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work.

You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life.Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good. Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen.

I try to laugh. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true.You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life,not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself ona breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in
which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well.But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned.

By telling them this: "Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived".