Saturday, January 31, 2009

Story: You are Mad?

A powerful wizard, who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank. Whoever drank that water would go mad.

The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside for them alone, which the magician had not managed to poison.

The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policemen and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water, and they thought the king's decisions were basurd and resolved to take no notice of them.

When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard these decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdication.

In despair, the king prepared to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying: "Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then we will be the same as them."

Ant that was what they did. The king and the queen drank from the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?

The country continued to live in peace, although its inhabitants behaved very differently from those of its neighbors.

And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.

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Extracted from the book, "Veronika Decides to Die" by Paulo Coelho

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Moral of the story:

Let's join the madness of the system and become one of them; otherwise we will be classified as mad. Corruption? What corruption? Where got corruption? Only mad people believed there is corruption. Money politics? What money politic? Of course, money is needed in politics - bus fare, hotel bills, petrol and dinner; someone has to pay, and that someone must have money. Even mad people need money.

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Friday, January 30, 2009

Story of a wise man in the city of Akbar

A wise man moved to the city of Akbar. No one took much notice of him, and his teachings were not taken up by the populace. After a time, he became the object of their mockery and their ironic comments.

One day, while he was walking down the main street in Akbar, a group of men and women began insulting him. Instead of pretending that he had not noticed, the wise man turned to them and blessed them.

One of the men said:

"Are you deaf too? We call you the foulest of names and yet you respond with sweet words!"

"We can each of us only offer what we have," came the wise man's reply.

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I have a lot to learn from this wise man. I will pray for courage and strength to apply this lesson in my life.

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Story extracted from Paulo Coelho's book, Like the Flowing River

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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Time dotcom: Declared Dysfunctional

Time Dotcom Bhd (TdC) CEO Afzal Abdul Rahim's Official Declaration:

TdC is DYSFUNCTIONAL; TdC is disconnected from the market.

TdC needs: a Total Overhaul, a Paradigm Shift, a new Business Plan, a set of Turnaround Initiatives and Divisional Initiative,s and some Quick Wins!

Afzal admitted that these are vital because TdC has too many leakages in operating expenses. Its spending for network is high, it is too dependent on vendors’ solution, it lacks direction, has no clarity and, most importantly, its product offerings are too complex.

“This company has structural issues and people work in silos. We have to be conscious that we are dysfunctional as an organisation and we have to do basic cleaning up as we can get simple things wrong.

“If we do not change everything in the peripheral, we cannot achieve the target and that is why a complete overhaul is needed,’’ chief executive officer Afzal Abdul Rahim told StarBiz in an interview.

He said the structural problems came about because “people were too busy organising functions around personalities and this resulted in them building silos and empires which led to no synchronisation.”

“There is clearly a lack of direction and clarity and everyone only thought of his own work. (TdC has been looking inwards) and that is why TdC is disconnected from the market. We did not know what the market wanted,’’ Afzal said.

Afzal came on board in October last year and that is what he discovered after more than three months at the helm.

He has a three-year mandate from Khazanah Nasional Bhd to turn TdC around.

TdC has been suffering from internal hemorrhage; it has been losing money for more than a decade.

Turnaround? How are they doing it?

From observations, they are:

(1) Removing existing executives using VSS and parking new executives into the old job role (85% of the executives were replaced - 23 out of 27);

(2) Cost Reduction Initiatives: (i)Cutting operating expenditures from RM100 mil to RM40 mil. & moving office from it's Jalan Tun Razak leased-premises to its own premise at Glenmarie in Shah Alam.;

(3) Flattening the organizational hierarchy to enhance visibility;

(4) De-coupling from the United Engineers (M) Bhd (UEM) group and Time Engineering Bhd.

Will it work? Theoretically yes; empirically ... behemoth task and onerous. Turnaround is not just simply: putting on the right man on the bus and taking out the wrong people off; it is not just about having a good business plan and flattening the steep hierarchy. It is about a strong leadership, a strategic business action plan which are goal-centric with fixed time frame, a high performance team supporting and driving change, and a dynamic cashflow system which are driving the revenue growth & collections with a team of researchers empowered to innovatively drive cost-reduction without sacrificing or trade-off with elements that are contributing positively to the organizational processes. Most of all, the change and impact which provides positive contributions towards organizational goals and objectives are sustainable and becomes the new culture within the organizational system.

What about Rewards? But you can't have or sustain a high performance team without a strategic reward system: the rewards must be result-based, rewarding the "Lembu"and not just the "Sapi", and it motivates - the people on the job and continually drives their performances from good to great.

Strong leadership is not just about a good-talking leader or a friendly person; he leads by example and he has the vision and foresight of the businesses and he has the ability to identify good performers; most of all, he and his executives have the right attitude and are of strong character. However, he can do no better if his team are incompetent or inexperience : qualifications aren't just enough; these executives must possess on-the-job experiences, experiences in complexity and chaos management, experiences of similar failures from without and within, and excellent skills in Project Management, Financial Management, strategic Business Management and Risk Managemen; and most of all, they have the "Right Attitude" and with business-centric mentality.

Critical Failure Factors: mediocrity and ketuanan mentality, class & color differentiations, lack of focus or unsustainable focus, a new crony system replacing the old, talks well and talks often about performance instead of driving & ensuring performance are acted upon and measured on, good at meetings as well as spending too much time in meetings talking about performance and not spending time with the people on the job to manage the products and services to the customers/clients on time, with the right quality and at a competitive price, as well as managing the effective cost of the products and services.

I can only wish Afzal: "Best of Luck" and "May God Bless You and Your Team".

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Story of a Bird & Eleven Minutes of Love

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with perfect wings and with glossy, colorful feathers. He was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about the other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.

And she felt alone.

And her thought: "I'm going top set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want."

However, a strange transformation began to take place; now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.

The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contently amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had trilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied.

"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."


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The above are Extracted from the book:
Eleven Minutes
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by Paulo Coelho.

Eleven Minutes tells a story of a young girl who falls in love at the age of eleven and discovered that sex actually only takes eleven minutes.

In her odyssey of self-discovery, the girl has to choose between pursuing a part of darkness, sexual pleasure for its own sake, or risking everything to find her own 'inner light' and the possibility of sacred sex, sex in the context of love.

In this gripping and daring novel, Coelho sensitively explores the sacred nature of sex and love.
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Notable notes:

It is not time that changes man, nor knowledge; the only thing that can change someone's mind is love.

Perhaps love really could transform someone, but despair did the job more quickly.

In the search for happiness, however, we are all equal; none of us are happy.

"I have discovered the reason why a man pays for a woman; he wants to be happy."

Everyone needs to earn money, but not everyone chooses to live on the margins of society.

More Experience, Earn Less: Prostitution isn't like other businesses: Beginners earn more and more experienced earn less. Prices went down as the woman's age went up.

Customer Satisfaction / Quality Management: "When your client comes, you must always groan as if you were having an orgasm too. That guarantees customer loyalty." Buy Why? "They're paying for their own satisfaction." "A man doesn't prove he's a man until he is made to believed that he can pleasure a woman. And if he can pleasure a prostitute, he'll think he's the best lover on the block; and he will start to admire his dick."

Men are very strange: They can beat you up, shout at you, threaten you, and yet, they are scared to death of women really. Perhaps not the woman they married, but there's always one woman who frightens them and forces them to submit to her caprices.

Men are very strange: It was the woman who would have felt ashamed for being unable to arouse them, but, no, they always blame themselves. Perhaps not the woman they married, but always one woman who frightens them and forces them to submit to her caprices.

For a night? Now come on, you're exaggerating. It's really only 45 minutes, and if you allow time for taking off clothes, making some phoney gestures of affection, having a bit of banal conversation and getting dressed again, the amount of time spent actually having sex is about Eleven Minutes."

Eleven Minutes! The world revolved around something that only too Eleven Minutes. When the moment came to go to bed with someone, Eleven Minutes later it was all over.

Civilization: Something was very wrong with civilization, and it wasn't the destruction of the Amazon, rainforest or the ozone layer, the death of the panda, cigarettes or prison conditions, as the newspapers would have it. It is precisely that thing: sex.

Men and women may withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness.

Freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.

You can't mend a broken heart?: In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

How can you mend a broken heart? In love, no one can harm anyone else; but I'm not sure when that love is lost thereafter.

Ownership & Possession: I am convinced that no one can loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.; no one possesses anyone else. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever will finally come to realize that nothing really belongs to them.

Beauty is Money: So many pretty girls let themselves be seduced by the illusion of easy money, forgetting that, one day, they'll be old and will have missed out on meeting the love of their life. Beauty is like the wind; beauty, my dear, don't last.

Heart or Body or Both: Those who touched my heart failed to arouse my body, and those who aroused my body failed to touch my heart.

Don't Play-Play: When it comes to seduction, feelings and contracts, one should never play around.

Wisdom: "My dear, it's better to be unhappy with a rich man than happy with a poor man, and over there you'll have far more chances of becoming an unhappy rich woman."

Love is tangible and measurable: "I didn't love your father at first, but money buys everything, even true love."

Exit Strategy: No one knows what life is in store for us, and it's always good to know where the emergency exit is.

Women wants three things in life: adventure, money and a husband.

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of pleasure and treasure. It's all a question of how I view my life.

Being young inevitably means making mistakes; that's what all drug addicts says too.

Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change ... and what happens before - the attraction that brought them together - is impossible to explain and sustain.

Don't think how to do; Just do it: Not everything in life is a matter of what position you adopt when making love, and that any variation usually occurs naturally, without thinking, like the steps in a dance.

Wisdom of a woman: "I allowed myself to fall in love for a simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come from it."

Love or make? "Everyone knows how to love; but not everyone understands how to make love; the majority of us have to re-learn because there is a connecting thread. Our bodies must learn to speak the language of the soul, known as sex, and that is what a woman can give to the man who gave her back her soul, even though he has no idea how important he is to her life. That is what he asked for, and that is what she would give."

No one can know how to humiliate another person if they themselves have not experience humiliation.

Wise man says: Human beings weren't made solely to go in search of wisdom, but also to plough the land, wait for rain, plant the wheat, harvest the grain, make the bread, and have sex.

Witholding the object of desire: Real love has nothing to do with imagination. We will discover it when a chain of events provoked by the energy engendered by love - courtship, engagement, marriage, children, waiting, more waiting, getting old, retirement, illnesses, the feelings that it is far too late. Sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn't sex, but the excitement of the thoughts of it. And then you awaken desire by not immediately handing over the object of that desire.

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N/B: Not everything quoted above are absolutely Coelhos'; there're quite some other Paulos around.

N/B: Not me!
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BayiSingh has a new toy again

My good friend, BayiSingh, the prince from South Africa has bought another car.

The new toy is a Mercedes C63 AMG, and he got it goldplated.

Why does he goldplate the car?

Why can't he sell the gold?







I asked BayiSingh why he goldplated it; he says his new gold mine sales has dropped by 50% due to the financial crisis in America, Europe and Malaysia.

So, he has storage problem.

As such, in order to reduce the inventories he has to place those gold on all his vehicles, including his lorries and wheelbarrows and toilets.





Anyway, this is only a C63, and the overall cost is not that much.

I also volunteered to have those excess gold to be placed on the body of my car; but I am afraid of the thieves here. Yesterday I heard they stole 3 pairs of shoes from Daim Zainuddin's house at Jalan Kolam Air Panas, Taman Melawati, Kuala Lumpur, which has 6 man-eating guard dogs and 4 bodyguards.

I am not sure whether Daim has also goldplated those shoes.

The Story of Athena

No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door;

No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: Love;

No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them.

No one, that is, but Athena!

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"If a man we don't know phones us up one day and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we're quite capable of going to bed with him that same night, feeling relatively in Love. That's what women are like, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's the nature of thje female to open herself to love easily."

--- Deidre O'Neill, doctor.

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"... my heart struggled vainly not to allow itself to be seduced by a woman who don't belong to my world.

"I applauded when reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in Love. That love led me to see things I'd never imagined could exist - rituals, materialization, trances. Believing that I was blinded by Love, I doubted everything, but doubt, far from paralyzing me, pushed me in the direction of oceans whose very existence I couldn't admit.

"I'm finally coming to accept that I was only a temporary inhabitant, there as a favor, like someone who finds himself in a beautiful mansion, eating exquisite food, aware that this is only a party, that the mansion belongs to someone else, that the food was bought by someone else, and that the time will come when the lights will go out, the owners will go to bed, the servants will return to their quarters, the door will close, and he'll be out in the street again, waiting for a taxi or a bus to restore him to the mediocrity of his everyday life.

"I'm going back, or rather, part of me is going back to the world where only what we can see, touch and explain makes sense.

"I also know that, at night, another part of me will remain wandering in space, in contact with things as real as ..."

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The above are just a few lines from the book "The Witch of Portobello", another great story book written by Paulo Coelho, and it is the kind of book that will transform the way readers think about Love, passion, joy and sacrifice.

The Witch of Portobello is a story of a girl by the name of Sherine Khalil who later changed her name to Athena, a mysterious young woman born in Romania, raised in Beirut and living in London. Her life is told by many who knew her well, or hardly at all.

For those reading enthusiasts who prefers to read a story that is structured from a beginning and expecting the last chapter to be the conclusive ending of a tale, then you would be disappointed, as the book is structured in which each chapter consists of a testimony or statements related by an individual who knew Athena, telling their personal experiences and knowledge of Athena.

My Rating: I prefer Coelho's Like the Flowing River, The Alchemist and The Pilgrimage. This book is somewhat similar in styles with Coelho's Eleven Minutes and Veronika Decides to Die.


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Story: Banana Lesson

This was the conversation between a monk and Isabella.

Monk: "Did you know that bananas can teach you the meaning of life?"

The monk then took out a rotten banana from his bag and threw it away.

Monk: "That is the life that has been and gone, and which was not used to the full and for which it is now too late."

Then he drew another banana, which was still green.

Monk: "This is the life that has yet to happen, and for which we need to wait until the time is right."

Finally, he took out a ripe banana, peeled it, and shared it with Isabella.

Monk: "This is the present moment. learn how to gobble it up without fear or guilt."

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Extracted from Paulo Coelho's book, Like the Flowing River

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Next News: Chinese New Year celebration


HERE'S TO THE YEAR OF THE OX:

Kelantan Menteri Besar Datuk Nik Aziz Nik Mat joining his Chinese friends in a yee sang toast to mark the Chinese New year during an open house he attended today.

Yee sang is considered a symbol of abundance, prosperity and vigour to the Chinese.

-- NST pix by Fathil Asri

Link: NST




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Monday, January 26, 2009

Story: Only one Chance or will there a 2nd Chance?

The Story of the prince of Thing-Zda

Around 250 BC, a certain handsome prince of the region of Thing-Zda was about to be crowned emperor; however, according to the law, he must first had to get married.

Since this meant choosing the future empress, the prince needed to find a young woman whom he could trust absolutely. On the advice of a wise man, he decided to summon all the young women of the region in order to find the most worthy candidate.

An old lady, who served as a servant in the palace for many years, heard about the preparations for this gathering and felt very sad, for her daughter nurtured a secret love for this prince.

When the old lady got home, she told her daughter and was horrified to learn that she intended going to the palace.

The old lady was desperate.

"But, daughter, what on earth will you do there? All the richest and most beautiful girls from the court will be present. It's a ridiculous idea! I know you must be suffering, but don't turn that suffering into madness.

And the daughter replied:

"My dear mother, I am not suffering and I certainly haven't gone mad. I know that I won't be chosen, but it's my only chance to spend at least a few moments close to the prince, and that makes me happy, even though I know that a quite different fate awaits me."

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Second Chance: The story of Antonio

I was walking along the Gran Via when I saw a woman - petite, light-skinned, and well-dressed - begging money from passers-by. As I approached, she asked me for a few coins with which to buy a sandwich. I was used to beggars wearing very old, dirty clothes, and so I decided not to give her anything and walked on. The look she gave me, however, left me with a strange feeling.

I went to my hotel and suddenly felt an incomprehensible urge to go back and give her some money - I was on holiday, I had just had lunch, I had money in my pocket, and it must be terribly humiliating to have to beg in the street and to be stared at by everyone.

I went back to the place where I had seen her. She was no longer there; I searched the nearby streets, but could find no trace of her. the following day, I repeated this pilgrimage, again and again.

From that day on, I slept only fitfully. I returned to my country and told a friend about my experience. She said that I had failed tomake some very important connection and advised me to ask for God's help. I prayed, and seemed to hear a voice saying that I needed to find the beggar again. I kept waking up in the night sobbing. I realized that I could not go on like this, and so I scraped together enough money to buy a ticket back to Madrid in order to look for the beggar.

I began a seemingly endless search, to which I devoted myself entirely.

I had been back to Spain several times since, and I know that I will never meet the beggar again; but I did what my heart demanded.

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Lessons Learned:

We may not get what we wanted but we are in control of what we can do, and the outcome is not for us to decide. If we had one chance, whatever the outcome it may be or what we may presumed, let's not lose that one chance, for we may not have another.

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Adapted from Paulo Coelho's story in his book, Like the Flowing River

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Story: The Well of the Desert's Tears

A missionary who, as soon as he arrived in Marrakesh (in Morocco), decided that he would go for a walk every morning in the desert that lay just outside the city.

The first time he did this, he noticed a Arab lying down, with his ear pressed to the ground and stroking the sand with one hand.

'He's obviously mad,' the missionary said to himself.

But the scene was repeated every day, and after a month, intrigued by this strange behavior, he decided to speak to the stranger. With great difficulty, since he was not yet fluent in Arabic, he knelt down by his side, "What are you doing?"

"I'm keeping the desert company and offering it consolation for its loneliness and its tears."

"I didn't know the desert was capable of tears."

"It weeps every day because it dreams of being useful to people, and of being transformed into a vast garden where they could grow cereal crops and flowers and graze sheep."

"Well, tell the desert that it is performing an important duty," said the missionary. "Whenever I walk in the desert, I understand man's true size, because we are compared with God. When I look at its sands, I imagine all the millions of people in the world who were born equal, even if the world has not always been fair to all of them. Its mountains helps me to meditate, and when I see the sun coming up over the horizon, my soul fills with joy and I feel closer to the Creator."

The missionary left the man and returned to his daily tasks. Imagine his surprise when, next morning, he found the man in the same place and in the same position.

"Did you tell the desert everything that I said?"

The man nodded.

"And it's still weeping?"

"I can hear every sob. Now it's weeping because it has spent thousands of years thinking that it was completely useless and wasted all the time blaspheming against God and its own fate."

"Well, tell the desert that even though we human beings have a much shorter lifespan, we also spend much of our time thinking we're useless. We rarely discover our true destiny, and feel that God has been unjust to us. When the moment finally comes, and something happens that reveals to us the reason we were born, we think it's too late to change our life and continue to suffer, and, like the desert, blame ourselves for the time we have wasted,"

"I don't know if the desert will hear that," said the man. "He's accustomed to pain, and can't see things any other way."

"Let's do what I always do when I sense that people have lost all hope. Let is pray."

The two men knelt and prayed. One turned towards Mecca because he was a Muslim, and the other put his hands together in prayer because he was a Catholic. They each prayed to their own God, who has always been the same God, even though people insist on calling him by different names.

The following day, when the missionary went for his usual morning walk, the man was no longer there. In the place where he used to embrace the earth, the sand seemed wet, for a small spring has started bubbling up there.

In the months that followed, the spring grew, and the inhabitants of the city built a well there.

The Bedouin call the place "The Well of the Desert's Tears".

They say that anyone who drinks from its water will find a way of transforming the reason for his suffering into the reason for his joy, and will end up finding his true destiny.

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Extracted from the book, "Like The Flowing River" by Paulo Coelho.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Economic contraction: S'pore's solution, Malaysia's dissolution

Singapore govt taking the Ox by its horns, Malaysia's govt taking the Ox by its nose


The world is in the grip of a recession, with a stream of worsening news from the United States, Asia and Europe. The exceptions are only (probably) Malaysia, if the statement of opinions and confidence exuded by the Second Finance Minister and the Prime Minister are correct, and Zimbabwe, as the govt of Zimbab is printing notes in trillion denomination, and where necessary, in 100 trillion or zillion.

With all our major markets in decline, exports are falling sharply and domestic disposable incomes are shrinking fast.

The result: Singapore has had to revise its growth estimate for 2009 down to between minus 5 per cent and minus 2 per cent; and Malaysia has also revised its growth estimate from +5.5% to +1-2% (very positive projections).

To tackle the crisis, the Singapore Government had put together the $20.5 billion Resilience Package in this year's Budget. Its two special growth boosters are the $4.5 billion Jobs Credit Scheme to help subsidise companies' wage costs and the $5.8 billion Special Risk-Sharing Initiative to help ensure their access to financing. They will be funded by the reserves.

To tackle the crisis, the Malaysian Government has also put together two stimulus packages: The first stimulus package of RM7bil was announced in November 2008, and is still being rolled out in stages in the first quarter of this year; and a second stimulus package is in the pipeline, awaiting public suggestions

Our Malaysian Finance Minister and also Deputy Prime Minister, Dato' Seri Najib Tun Razak invite all Malaysians to participate in providing constructive and healthy, yet concise inputs as their personal contribution to move our nation forward. You can submit your comments on his blog: www.1malaysia.com.my or email him at najib@1malaysia.com.my.

In Singapore, PM Lee Hsien Loong said that the economic packages will help businesses to stay afloat so that they can continue to provide jobs for Singaporeans. (I am not sure whether this means those foreign labours in Singapore will be excluded; and unfortunately, Malaysia is the largest groupings of foreign labours in Singapore).

In Singapore, additional support is also given to households, with more for low- and middle-income families, he added. 'Hopefully, with some government help, Singaporeans can continue to provide for themselves and their families.”

Mr HL Lee said that while these measures will mitigate the downturn, they “will not instantly lift the economy from recession”.

“No government package can do that,” Lee said, noting that the recession is a global one. “We must expect to see exports contract, unemployment rise, and growth remain negative for more months, and perhaps for the whole year.”

So looking ahead, Singaporeans must “brace” themselves for a “challenging Year of the Ox”.

“But there is no need to be despondent,” he said. “Singapore has strengths which will let us outlast this recession. We have the resources, the programmes, and the tenacity to ride the storm.”

Said Mr Lee: “This is a major decision, which the Government has thought over very carefully.”

Singapore's reserves, he said, are a key asset for the country. “We have built them up patiently over the years so that in a critical situation, we have the wherewithal to mount a vigorous response. The present crisis is clearly such a moment.”

And when it is over, Singapore must go back to nurturing its reserves, he stressed.

"That Singapore can tap on them now – unlike most other countries – is due to its prudent habit of saving and investing its surpluses over many decades," he said.

“We must therefore maintain these critical instincts. When things return to normal, we must resume our habit of putting something aside in the reserves whenever we can. Then when we next face a serious crisis, which is bound to happen one day, we can again meet it with confidence.”

What about us, Malaysians and our resources? We have huge foreign reserves and also a huge current account deficit and off-balance sheet. We did not accured the necessary contingent surpluses over the decades, but an imprudent spending habits and an irrationally-exuberant habit of investing at the "right time" (through borrowings) and buying over companies dumped by Temasek and SIG who viewed seriously the current economic contraction by disposing some of their market-sensitive assets, while our GLCs treat the offers as opportunities to buy high and to be sold at its lows.

We are still maintaining these critical instincts. Even when the economic climate returns to normal, our habits will continue, to cast aside the need for strong national reserves and to borrow extensively to fund our spending habits by way of giving out lucrative contracts and conspicuous projects thoughtlessly creative and innovative.

Malaysia's reserves (or borrowings) are the key mobility, being dragged successfully by crony capitalism and wishful indulgence. We have built these habits up impatiently over the decades ,since the years of Mahathirism, such that in critical situations we have nowherewithal to mount and support any vigorous affirmative response; however, we can assign good causes - Act of God, Global impact, American's Sub-prime Mortgage problems and Banking Crisis - reasons beyond our fault or control (because we do not have such control nor systems capable to control).

Nonetheless, and nevertheless, we are still okay; semua okay; and I am okay too; so are some of you. Our economic problem can be attribute to Pakatan's Selangor MB Khalid Ibrahim's huge expenditure and donations to slaughter some cows during Hari Raya and getting PKNS to pay for it. It was such a big problem to Khir Toyo and Umno and Ezam's Gerak.

We are a blessed country and the people are blessed. We are okay, even when the signs and realities are contrary. So let's rejoice as it is festive season again. Gong Xi Fa Cai and a Happy New Year.

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Adapted from the original story "Singapore govt taking the Ox by its horns, The Malaysian Insider

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Saturday, January 24, 2009

Slumdog Millionaires

The real Slumdog Millionaires: Behind the cinema fantasy, mafia gangs are deliberately crippling children for profit

Alone and afraid, Aamir was initially grateful when a 'kind' older couple befriended him on his arrival in Mumbai. This chaotic urban sprawl is now India's largest city and home to more than 20 million people. More than nine million of them live in slums, raising families in shacks built from rubbish on top of open sewers. For a homeless 12-year-old child freshly arrived from the countryside, it is a terrifying place to be.

Overcrowding is now so bad in this huge metropolis that shanty towns have even sprung up in the international airport. People in rags scavenge as giant jets thunder past just feet away.

But for many on the Indian sub-continent, Mumbai will always be the city of dreams — a place of Bollywood film stars and gold-paved streets. It was certainly the image that brought Aamir here.

Fleeing a violent, drunken father in rural India — his mother had died years before — the12-year-old had sneaked on to a train bound for the city. And when he got there, he hoped to make his fortune.

It was not to be. Alighting at Victoria Station, the city's main terminal and an architectural monument to the days of the British Raj, Aamir was penniless and bewildered. He started begging for food.

Within minutes, a couple emerged from the crowd and approached him. They gave him cakes and said they'd take him away to start a better life.

'I thought they were maybe social workers or religious people,' he told me.
But Aamir's food was drugged and when he became drowsy, the couple put him in a rickshaw and took him to the city's municipal hospital, which is where the real nightmare began.

For at the hospital, a doctor was paid to amputate one of his healthy legs. Now speaking in the third person, as if to pretend it didn't happen to him, Aamir tells me 'the child' was in 'great pain' after the operation.

'The leg is removed here,' he says, pointing to his own stump and grimacing. His limb had been severed mid-calf, leaving him without a foot.

Now in hiding after being rescued from the hospital by a charity, Aamir is one of hundreds of Indian children deliberately crippled by gangs so they can earn extra money begging. He still struggles to talk about his experience.

Asked to describe what he thinks about those who ruined his life, he just stares at the ground in silence. Crippled for life, he is now the lowest of the low.

Dalbeer, 15, is another victim of this shocking industry. Reduced to begging at the railway station after his parents died, Dalbeer was approached by two friendly older strangers one day. 'I thought they were maybe social workers,' he told me. 'I thought they could help me.'

But he was taken from everything he knew to Nagpur, a city a thousand miles from Mumbai, after the woman told him it would 'be better there'.

And there, along with several others, he was deliberately crippled before being brought back to Mumbai and put to work begging. His leg had been severed in the same place as Aamir's.

So just who would chop off the leg of a healthy child? The boys are victims of India's so-called 'beggar mafia' — criminals so violent and amoral that they are prepared to hack the limbs off children, as well as steal new-born babies from hospitals.

They use the children as begging 'props' to maximise their earnings from sympathetic passers-by. The plight of India's child beggars has been thrust into the international spotlight by Slumdog Millionaire, the British-made film tipped for Oscar glory with a staggering ten nominations. It has already won an unprecedented four Hollywood Golden Globes.

Directed by Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire tells the story of Jamal, a boy who escapes the slums of Mumbai and wins a fortune on the Indian equivalent of the TV game show Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

Branded 'poverty porn' by some Indian critics, the film has caused controversy in a country that wants to promote itself as a modern economic super-power.

Due to open in India this week with the Hindi title Slumdog Crorepati, the film-makers have been criticised by police and politicians for painting an 'outdated' portrait of a corrupt, violent country.

Their anger centres on a scene in which an Indian boy is intentionally blinded by gangsters so that he can earn more as a beggar.

'They are making out that India is a Third World, dirty underbelly, developing nation,' snorts Amitabh Bachchan, one of the country's leading film stars and a powerful, patriotic voice.

Now home to thousands of 'outsourced' British jobs, such as call centres, many insist that such brutality has been banished from the 'new' India.

Yet the truth, as I discovered during a chilling week-long investigation, is more disturbing than anything dreamt up by the creators of Slumdog Millionaire.

For in Mumbai, as well as in other major Indian cities, hundreds of young children have had their arms and legs chopped off; scores of others have been blinded. The gangs also pour acid on to the children's bodies, leaving them with suppurating wounds.

Their suffering comes down to one thing: money. In a country of 1.2 billion people, where the gulf between rich and poor is vast, there are an estimated 300,000 child beggars.

By no means all are mutilated by the beggar mafia, but those with the worst injuries do make the most money — up to £10 a day for deformed children, a fortune in a country where millions survive on just a tenth of that.

Not that Aamir and Dalbeer saw any of their earnings. After being crippled and put to work on the streets, the children are forced to hand over the cash to gang masters each evening. And if they don't hit their 'targets', they are beaten and tortured.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, almost all of these child beggars, whether mutilated or not, are addicted to solvents, alcohol and charras (powerful Afghan hashish, often laced with opium), which are supplied by the gang masters to keep the children under control.

'It helps us forget where we are,' says Tufhaar, nine, a child beggar who had his left arm removed and constantly sucks on a bag filled with glue. Right across this chaotic city, amputees line the streets, operating in aggressive gangs at every intersection and tourist attraction. Many maimed children are terrified of speaking out, saying their limbs 'just disappeared' or blaming unspecified 'accidents'.

This code of silence is understandable. 'The gang masters hold you down and cut out your tongue if they think you have informed,' says Flintoff, 18, a 'reformed' local Indian gangster and former child beggar who wears a T-shirt with a picture of the rapper Eminem.

'I still steal now and again, and sell drugs — but I keep away from the beggar mafia. These men are not human.'

Mohini Nerurkar, 33, agrees with Flintoff's assessment. After giving birth to a boy last week, she was recovering at the city's Sion municipal hospital when a woman posing as a social worker in a neat yellow sari asked if she could examine the baby.

Glad of a break, Mohini went to wash her four-day-old son's nappy. But when she returned, her baby had been taken. The 'social worker' is believed to have been part of a gang which steals babies for the beggar mafia.

With at least one child being taken every week in Mumbai, not to mention dozens more in India's other overcrowded cities, Mohini received no sympathy from the authorities. 'The mother shouldn't have spoken to a stranger,' says hospital physician Dr Sandhya Kamat, ruling out any hope of the baby being recovered.

Inspector Sanjit Kavdakar, the detective in charge of Mohini's case, says begging has become big business for the crime syndicates. 'There is a lot of money involved in it and it is highly organised. Mafia people are stealing these children simply to use in begging.'

Two other children were abducted by the mafia in a single day last week: Asiya, aged three, disappeared from outside her home in a slum to the east of the city, while Faiz Sheikh, 13, was taken from another slum to the west. Both girls' parents blamed 'beggar mafia goons' for stealing their children.

Complaints to the police are pointless. With the beggar mafia making more than £20 million a year in Mumbai alone, corrupt officers ensure that the trade thrives. According to official figures, as many as 44,000 children fall into the clutches of the beggar mafia in India each year and of these, hundreds are deliberately mutilated.

However, some charities say that the figure could be as high as a million. Most of the victims are under ten. 'They are taught the most appropriate place to beg, the kind of people one should approach, and the kind of mannerisms that would make people sympathise,' says Mufti Imran, a researcher with Save the Children.

The more a person is tortured or tormented, the more unfortunate he looks — all this will evoke more sympathy among the people who will then give them alms or gifts,' he adds.

The shocking truth about the beggar mafia emerged last year. In what was dubbed the 'arms for alms' scandal, doctors were filmed by Indian journalists agreeing to cut off the healthy limbs of children for just £100.

The maiming of children is now so widespread that even devoutly religious locals refuse to give disabled children money, knowing that it is passed straight to their 'handlers' and that they are the pawns of a growing organised crime syndicate.

'I don't give them a penny,' says Father Barnabe D'Souza, a Catholic priest, who has worked with homeless children for 25 years and now runs a refuge to which they can escape and be weaned off drugs.

'If they approach me on the street, I offer them food, which they don't want,' he says. 'There is no room for emotion. This is a business — a mafia. These children are taught how to look as pitiful as possible to get money — and what they earn just gets taken from them.'

Many of Mumbai's child beggars live in Dharavi, Asia's biggest slum. Here, a million people live in a labyrinth of tunnels and walkways where sewage flows openly through the streets and violence is rife.

During my visit to this slum, a group of child beggars stinking of alcohol and solvents press round me, asking for money and pulling at my pockets. Vicky, at 17 one of the oldest, says he no longer has his money taken from him by the beggar mafia.

'I've started taking the money off the younger children,' he laughs. Jahan is a 'street level' gang master, who, in turn, pays off other gangsters higher up the criminal pecking order.

On pain of a savage beating or worse, his children hand over their spoils to him each night. Working 'his' beggars in shifts, he makes around £50 a day — a fortune in a country where the average monthly wage is less than £100.

As well as soliciting money from tourists, these children are the lifeblood of the criminal underworld. They are also used to sell bootleg DVDS and drugs, and to beat up anyone who tries to encroach on their gang master's patch.

'The terrorist attacks mean that there are fewer tourists,' Jahan tells me. 'So we are selling everything we can until they come back. We have Afghani opium, Kashmiri black, King Charles (cocaine) and pure brown from Pakistan (heroin). I will give you a good price.'

'We give the police some money — a little something to let them wet their beaks,' said Jahan, smirking and flashing stained, rotting teeth.

Swami Agnivesh, a child-rights activist, says: 'The beggar mafia is a huge industry and the perpetrators get away scot-free every time. There is collusion between the lawmakers and lawbreakers.'

Not all the 'disappeared' children are maimed or turned into beggars. But all face a truly grim future. According to human rights groups, some are forced into child pornography and used as sex slaves. Others are killed and have their organs sold to wealthy Indians.

On the approach road to the airport, wealthy businessmen hoping to tap into India's huge reserves of cheap labour and cash in on the economic miracle drive past hundreds of child beggars, many of whom have been stolen from their parents and mutilated by cruel gangs.

It is here the two faces of 'modern' India can be seen side by side.

And, despite India's economic boom, the future looks bleak for millions of the nation's children.

'They never really get old,' says Father Barnabe. 'They just get replaced with new ones — and cast out on to the street to become beggars or die. That's the way life is here — it never changes.'

Source: Reuters (sent to my email by BayiSingh)

Of Enough Love & the Prayer

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer,
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem. . . .

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook;
how muddled the tangle;
how great the mistake.

A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.

-- Emmet Fox

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The Prayer

Lord, protect our doubts, because Doubt is a way of praying.
It is Doubt that makes us grow because it forces us to look fearlessly at the many answers that exist to one question.
And in order for this to be possible ...

Lord, protect our decisions, because making Decisions is a way of praying.
Give us the courage, after our doubts, to be able to chose between one road and another.
May our YES always be a YES, and our NO always be a NO.
Once we have chosen our road, may we never look back nor allow our soul to be eaten away by remorse.

--- Paulo Coelho


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To Everyone,

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

To the Chinese,

GONG XI FA CAI!

To my children,

LET'S CELEBRATE!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

CNY - Time to take a break & rest

The last few weeks were hectic and fruitful. Business was good; work was tiring but fun; rewards were excellent; overall, it was a good year and a bumper harvest.

My eldest son, William, also had an excellent start for the year. He did exceptionally well in his business in the first month of the year and his performance is phenomenal - Great harvesting and good returns. He's leading the pack in his vocation and this year should be a grand year to celebrate his achievements and celebrate with his wife too. He should be a rich man ... but the celebration must wait awhile.

My second son, Henry, had a new job; a job that gives him greater satisfaction and new challenges ... and a good pay-check. His girlfriend has also join him in the same firm and they both can work happily in the same organization which is owned by BayiSingh. Good pay, good job; that's a good year!

My sweetest daughter is in USM studying physics. She should be a scientist in 7 years time. It's a challenge for her and she had to do well in her studies. She'll be back with the family for the CNY. I have not seen her for quite some time and I miss her.

The next few days will be a good time to take a rest and to strategically plan for the year, the year of the Ox, the new challenges and excitements, the opportunities knocking and the new businesses. Working harder, staying focus, dedication, passion, serving our clients and customers faithfully and diligently, and at the same time keep doing what we are competent to do - that's our credo.

To all my partners and associates, let's have a good rest and celebrate the Chinese New Year with our families, relatives and friends; and lets remind ourselves that we have a bigger and mammoth tasks and endeavors ahead. We will continue to make the year 2009 a memorable and prosperous year!

Happy New Year to everyone and may God bless all of you.

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Story of the Pencil

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:
"Are you writing a story about what we've done? Is it a story about me?"

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
"I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up."

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special.
"But it's just like any other pencil I've ever seen."

"That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.

"First Quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.

"Second Quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.

"Third Quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.

"Fourth Quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.

"Finally, the pencil's Fifth Quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action."

Source:
Paulo Coelho
Like The Flowing River (page 10-11)
2006
HarperCollinsPublishers, London

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Review:

This is a fantastic book by Paulo Coelho. I recommend those who loves philosophy and humanity to spent time reading this book.

Like The Flowing River is an intimate collection of Paulo Coelho's reflection and short stories. The stories relates to the philosophy of life, our destiny and choices, of love and his thoughts and reflections that explores the journey of life in search of its true meanings.

Other good books from Paulo Coelho are: The Alchemist, The Pilgrimage, Eleven Minutes and The Zahir. Some of the other books that did not interest me are: The Fifth Mountain, Veronika Decides to Die, The Devil and Miss Prym, Manual of the Warrior of Light, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept and Valkyries.

I have yet to read "The Witch of Portobello" which I bought on 14th September 2007. I will finish it by this week.

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

A Trip to Johor

I had to make a trip down to Johor Bahru yesterday and I had just arrived back to KL. The trip was to assist by buddy in preparation of his strategic business portfolios in the marine industry.

My buddy had just form a new company after his successful business groupings were dismantled due to internal differences. He is now wholly on his own and he needs to prepare his strategic business plans and reorganize his strategic resources. He is a man who had over the decades built up a strong and rich empire. Unfortunately, the partners are unable to continue with their endeavours. I have confidence that he will now be able to built a new empire on his own without the unnecessary internal conflicts. I wish him all the best.

It was a gruelling two days and I am damn tired now. Bye.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Raja Nazrin: If only the Spirit of NEP had prevailed ...

Raja Muda of Perak Raja Dr Nazrin Shah said if the spirit of the NEP as drawn up by its architects the late Tun Abdul Razak Hussein and Tun Dr Ismail Abdul Rahman, had prevailed, no particular group would feel it was losing out or being deprived of its rights.

According to Raja Nazrin, "No one will oppose the New Economic Policy if it was implemented according to the original plan, which neither enriches nor marginalises any group."

Speaking at the close of the 3rd Islamic Economic Congress here yesterday, Raja Nazrin said the NEP was formulated with the objective of restructuring society to even out the economic disparity between different races.

"Today, the NEP, which is fundamentally good and genuine, is criticised, with calls to bury it all due to the slip-ups at its implementation."

He said criticisms against the NEP had stemmed from the Malay community having ignored Dr Ismail's recommendations at the close of the 2nd Islamic Economic Congress.

Tun Dr Ismail's reminder that beneficiaries of special rights be modest and closely adhere to regulations in upholding the dignity of the community and Islam, was buried with him after his death in 1973.

"In ignoring that valuable reminder, the community has brought about this catastrophe upon its race and religion."

Raja Nazrin said whatever resolutions drawn up at the present congress could only be implemented if the community comes together in the interest of safeguarding its honour and the country's dignity.

It would also reflect on whether the Malay community was still too dependent on government assistance or was becoming strong enough to stand on its own. "If the government's role is important to the community, then it is important that there is a strong and stable government.

"The government should also possess a background of high understanding and sympathy towards the community to ensure its continued progress."

Source: The Malaysian Bar

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£243mil Kaka

Recession? No way! The wealthy Arab who owns Manchester City is willing to pay £243 million to buy footballer Kaka from AC Milan.

Manchester City manager Mark Hughes insisted the Brazilian is worth every penny.

Kaka insist he will not be motivated purely by money. He will want to see how how a move to Manchester will fit into his lifestyle and also find something that will challenge him. Kaka is excited by the vision of helping City become one of the world's top clubs.

Manchester City had earlier bought another Brazilian Robinho for £32.5 million.

Abu Dhabi United Group owner Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed al Nahyan bought his stakes in Manchester City from former Thai PM Thaksin Shinawatra.

The new chairman Khaldoon Al Mubarak was quoted to have said: "We are not going to do crazy stuff, but it makes sense for us to build a dynasty. The Arab owners are prepared to spent £200 million to buy players.

Roman Abramovich of Chelsea is now considered a small investors in English Premier League.

Lets hope Sheikh Mansour will bring his money to Malaysia and buy our Malaysian football Tiger teams and also invest some of his wealth in South Johor Iskandariah and Kencana.

Scomi CEO sanction by US

Scomi distances itself from chief after US sanctions
Extract of Report from The Malaysian Insider


The United States has slap sanctions on Shah Hakim Shahzanim Zain, the CEO of Scomi and 12 other individuals on alleged nuclear smuggling and involvement in nuclear proliferation activities.

However, the Scomi Group had distance itself from any linkage with its CEO Shah Hakim Shahzanim Zain to alleged nuclear-smuggling.

“The designation of Encik Shah Hakim by the US State Department is in respect of his personal capacity and does not involve the Company,” said a press statement issued by Scomi.

The decision by the United States to slap sanctions on the businessman said to be close to Kamaluddin Abdullah, the son of Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Badawi, has reignited debate over the level of involvement by Shah Hakim and his associates in a nuclear-smuggling network headed by rogue Pakistani scientist Abdul Qadeer Khan.

Kamaluddin is also a shareholder in Scomi.

Also sanctioned were 12 other individuals, including Khan and Buhary Syed Tahir, a Sri Lankan businessman and a Malaysian permanent resident who was recently released after being detained for four years under the Internal Security Act (ISA).

The sanctions, which the US State Department said comes after a “multi-year government review”, mean that the American government will not do business with those who have been censured and they will also have their assets and funds in the United States frozen.

The statement by Scomi also added that Shah Hakim has not been notified of the action taken by the US State Department.

The nuclear smuggling ring was exposed in October 2003 when European intelligence officials intercepted a Libya-bound shipment of centrifuge components produced by a Scomi subsidiary.

Scomi executives have maintained that they were never involved in any nuclear proliferation activities and insisted that the company was misled by Tahir, who was a key associate of Khan, into manufacturing centrifuge parts for unspecified overseas customers involved in the oil and gas industry.

Tahir’s wife was formerly a shareholder of Scomi.

Source: The Malaysian Insider

Today's Contemplation

People go abroad to wonder at the heights of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.

-- St. Augustine


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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Today's Contemplation

I have learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. We carry the seeds with us in our minds wherever we go.

-- Martha Washington


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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Less than 2 Weeks to Chinese New Year

It's 14th January 2009 today and Chinese New Year is on 26th January. There's a lot to be done before I can have a break. Work is on high gear and hardly any time to take a rest. I am longing for a break, a break from routine. Stress is creeping up and high and there still so much more to do.

I need a rest now. Good night.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Dr M & his Quit everything American

I like this: Dr M calling all Malaysians to quit jobs with American connection.

He should also call those who had business dealings with American companies to quit too; and that should include his son Mokhzani's Kencana and Kamaladdin's Oil Tool.

What about those who drives American-made cars? Should they need to sell it and buy another?

What about those who works in Amex, CitiBank and other American and American-related investment banks and corporations?

What about those exporters selling their products to Americans? Should they stop trading? What will happen to our GDP? America is Malaysia's 2nd largest trading partners!

What about Khazanah's massive investments in American corporations and stocks?
And Khazanah's massive borrowings from Americans too!
What about our government's and GLCs borrowings from American banks and financial institutions? Don't pay the loans or pay back all the loans?

Read Mahathir's piece at Malaysiakini.com (link is here)

Excerpts from the Malaysiakini news report:

Ex-prime minister Dr Mahathir Mohamad said Malaysians "will not die if they do not use the US goods" and urged those working for US companies such as fast-food giant McDonalds to quit their jobs.

"I hope Starbucks and McDonald's employees will stop working there," he told a crowd of 500 people who held a noisy protest outside the National Mosque after Friday prayers.

"If you have the US dollar, please change to other currencies, or to our ringgit. When you stop using the US dollar its value will drop," Mahathir added.

"They will become a bankrupt country and will not be able to produce weapons for Israel."

Shouting "Long live Islam, long live Palestine, destroy Israel!" they said Malaysians should boycott Coca-Cola, Colgate and Starbucks.

Coca-Cola spoke out today against any boycott of its drinks and other US goods, saying it would only hurt the local economy and citizens.

"As everybody else, we are deeply touched by the human side of the situation in the Middle East," Kadri Taib, Coca-Cola Malaysia public affairs and communications director, said in a statement.

"Given the local nature of our business, we believe that calls for boycotts of our products are not the appropriate way to further any causes, as they primarily hurt the local economy, local businesses and local citizens."

It said the beverage company employs some 1,700 Malaysians, 60 percent of whom are Muslims.

Malaysia's economy is largely export driven and the United States is its second-largest trading partner after neighbouring Singapore.


Quit your jobs, Dr M tells McDonald's, Starbucks workers

Friday, January 09, 2009

An Unforgetable Incident

As I was driving back home this evening I turn at a T-junction. Suddenly my front wheel drops into a portion of the road which has been excavated. There was no signage on the road but the road had been excavated to a depth of more than 1ft and left open. without any barricade or roadsigns to forewarn. I could not reverse nor more forward and my car tilted. I just didn't know what to do.

Then, a passing car stops and a Malay man came forward to lent me assistance. Another Indian man from the same car also came forward to help me. The Malay man's wife also came forward to lent assistance. The two man help to push my car and within minutes my car was safely out of the troubled zone. I quickly get out of my car to thank the two good Samaritans. They waved back at me and rush back to their car, probably rushing for their appointment. Regrettably, I did not have a chance to shake their hands and to express my sincere and heartfelt thanks. I hope one day I will meet them again so that I can convey my deepest appreciation for saving me in such time of distress.

I caught a glimpse of their car - its a BMW 5-series and the car registration plate has a single digit number. I think the Malay man and his wife must be a Yang Berhormat and a Datuk and Datin. They have shown to me the virtue of a true Muslim; rich men with enormous empathy and good heart, ever willing to lent a hand to those in distress. I also wish to thank the Indian man who has the same virtues and empathy. Whoever they are, I have to express millions of thank you Sirs and Madam. I am grateful for the help in times like this.

Today, a Malay and an Indian help a Chinese who is in distress. Dear Malaysians, lets continuously help each other and do not let the color of the skin divide us.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Bayi's Mathematical quiz

Science and Mathematics in English?

Learn the first scientific equations:





What the heck is this equation?

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Bayi's Tale: Saying Grace

Last week, BayiSingh took his family to a restaurant. His six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.

As they bowed their heads the boy prayed: "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, they heard a loud remark from an elderly woman, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, the boy burst into tears and asked his father, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"

As he held his son and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly man approached the table.

He winked at the boy and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" the boy asked.

"Cross my heart," the man replied.

Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added, "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, BayiSingh bought his son an ice cream at the end of the meal. His son stared at his for a moment, and then did something that would be memorable.

He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."

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Monday, January 05, 2009

Tale from Bayi: The Outhouse

Once there was a little boy who lived in the country. They had to use an outhouse, and the little boy hated it because it was hot in the summer, cold in the winter and stank all the time. The outhouse was sitting on the bank of a creek and the boy was determined that one day he would push that outhouse into the creek.

One day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen so the little boy decided today was the day to push the outhouse into the creek. He got a large stick and started pushing. Finally, the outhouse toppled into the creek and floated away.

That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed after supper. Knowing that meant a spanking, the little boy asked why? The dad replied, "Someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today. It was you, wasn't it son?"

The boy answered yes. Then he thought a moment and said, " Dad, I read in school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn't get into trouble because he told the truth."

The dad replied, "Well son, George Washington's father wasn't in the cherry tree when he chopped it down!"

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Project Report: A trip to Kem OYA, Sibu

On 30th December 2008 I visited Kem OYA in Sibu, Sarawak. The government is building more housing for the military personnel. The project include the construction of Class F and Class G quarters and some units of semi-detach houses. I don't have much details of the project at this moment and I am waiting for my buddy to brief me. However, I do have photos for your reference.



This is the entrance to the military camp.




This is the newly built semi-detach houses for the senior officers which are completed.





These are the new quarters for the soldiers which are also nearing completion.





And as we traveled around the project site we saw some workers cleaning the roads.





Wow, the contractor must be doing a good job.





Hei, hello, the pipes are leaking!!! Wei, itu hydrant lah!


I quickly point my camera at the person-in-charge ... and he ...resisted the camera because he says he is not handsome. The good soldier is trying to arrest him ...




Anyway, he bribed us and gave us kopi-O




This is the shop were the kopi-O was transacted and we bade goodbye!

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We will be back to monitor the progress of the project.

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Saturday, January 03, 2009

2009: A New Journey

It's 2009! 2008 is gone. Looking back it was a fruitful year for me in 2008. Looking back, I am happy to note that I did achieve some remarkable goals and results; and I am happy with the results.

As a blogger, I am happy to note that I have made a lot of friends in this cyberspace. Thanks to all of you who dropped by to say Hello and Happy New Year. Thanks to Bakaq~Penarik Beca, Zewt, Edi, Mmudahlupa, Engkaulah, Hopeful Pessimist (Oh, it's Hopeful now), my good buddy and an African prince BayiSingh, and Miss HuntressMoon, Sinkeh (or was it gongkaukau), Abu and Ah Beng, all of whom had penned some kind words in the commenter. Thanks to Louise Tang who left his/her message at the shoutbox. And to HuntressMoon, I am happy to note that you have got back your 7 years of your life and have now decided to move forward. seeking a new refresh challenges in life. To Thow of Mmudahlupa, I appreciate your hospitality when I visited you on New Year eve and your support for my son will be long remembered and treasured - you have proven to me that you are a friend and a true friend, for a friend in need is a friend indeed. I regret to say that there are also few other good friends whom I treasure but would not give me some moral support in my new endeavor at a time when I needed them. However, they are few in numbers and most of my buddies have been motivating and supportive. Thanks to Chang for giving me and my son a good holiday. Thanks to Alex Wong for his support and you can be sure that I will continue to be with you. Thanks to Jasmine for helping me with my traveling needs.

This new year will be a year full of exciting and challenging activities for me and I intend to set out to make it a journey filled with funs and excitements. After 8 years of teaching and consultancy I have decided to move on to a new chapeter in life and to a new journey of bigger challenges in life. I will now spent more time with my consultancy, corporate works and at the same time built up innovative-embryo companies which are filled with excitement and fun. The key elements of the challenges are fun and excitement, and together, I will develop those young talents who have the passions and dedication to succeed.

This is the first year in my life that I had spent my new year day in a land I dream to make it my second home. This is also the first time that I had my son William to spent the new year with me after more than 20 years. William and I had decided to join hands to deliver our shared goals and dreams - we are teammates now; together, we will deliver our shared aspirations and together will those others who have decided to join us, we will embark on our new journey of excitement . We will make it a good year filled with exciting challenges. Our key disciplines are: focus, passion, fun, exciting and hardwork. We will all get there, to the destination that we desire.

Happy New Year to all of you.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

2009: A Year of New Challenges

Happy New Year to all the readers of CTSB.

I am away on a working holiday and should be back soon.