Monday, January 11, 2010
Politik UMNO dan Rusuah/Rasuah
Hari ni teringat nak tulis pasal keadaan politik negara lak. Aku nak tergelak bila laki aku kata orang-orang UMNO Selangor ni macam pelesit menghurung kesana sini nak cari tempat nak hisap darah tapi tak dapat. Kes baru yang keluar kat berita utama tv main stream media. Sorang lelaki gemuk dengan muka birat semacam (muka orang-orang rasuah ni memang birat-birat) diinterview oleh wartawan mengenai aduannya kepada MACC (Ni satu lagi badan rasuah yang mengambil tindakan berpilih-pilih) terhadap MB Selangor Tan Sri Khalid Ibrahim. Hanya kerana Khalid IBrahim nak duduk dalam committee member Yayasan Basmi Kemiskinan (YBK) orang-orang UMNO ni menuduh beliau mengugut dan menyalah gunakan kuasa. Mestilah MB nak pantau apa projek yang dibuat oleh zaman Khir Toyo dulu.....sebab selalunya orang-orang UMNO ni buat projek tapi sebenarnya adalah lubok duit bagi orang-orang UMNO. Depan je guna nama Yayasan Basmi Kemiskinan tapi keuntungan keuntungan dari projek mereka faraid sesama mereka dulu selepas tu adalah sikit-sikit 2, 3 ribu bagi rakyat miskin. Orang-orang UMNO kaut 80% dulu selepas tu 20% keuntungan yang tinggal barulah untuk rakyat miskin. Dalam masa buat projek tu tender bagi kat the highest contract bidder yang dapat bagi suapan tertinggi kat pemimpin-pemimpin UMNO dan pencacai pencacai UMNO selangor. Lagi tinggi kau bagi rasuah lagi cerah peluang engkau untuk dapat projek kontractor. Itu sebab orang-orang UMNO berebut-rebut nak jadi pimpinan tertinggi, nak jadi Adun, nak jadi MP sebab dalam masa sepenggal je engkau boleh jadi kaya raya....walaupun engkau tu hanya pembantu pribadi pimpinan UMNO...engkau boleh kaya raya.....kat dunia ajelah...akhirat belum tentu.....
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I copy and paste this article from the star specially for my 2 girls to read.
Taking the first step
The Gap by TRECIA TAN SHU HUI
LAST month, I went to my uncle’s house for the school holidays. My cousin has everything, from PS2 to iPod Touch to an impressive DVD collection.
I was there for 21 days and they were quite meaningless. I just realised that now. So what if I’ve watched more than 40 movies? Or played a couple of video games? Or caught up on my favourite TV series?
So what if I’ve spent more time in front of the computer these last three weeks than in the entire year? All that just wore me out.
Yes, I am sad to be back home because my mum is kind of grounding me. This is like what happens when summer break ends in the United States, except that it’s summer all year round here. The thing is, it’s time for me to face reality and do what I’m supposed to do. It’s time for me to grow up ... until after the SPM, of course.
Believe it or not, I’ve learnt a lot from my stay. I learnt that I may have watched 40 movies, but only a couple of them are memorable, so I’ve wasted about 70 hours of my life. I learnt that completing all levels in a video game is only satisfying for about a day, and isn’t worth getting a blister on your thumb for that.
I learnt that the computer isn’t everything, although it means a lot. I learnt that getting celebrities to tweet you back is exciting, but getting someone to praise you in real life is much better. And I learnt that blogging is interesting, but nothing beats writing on a piece of paper.
I also realised one thing that I’ve been denying all along – I am addicted to the computer.
At the start of 2009, my class teacher told me a story about a very smart girl who scored all As for her PMR examination. Then her parents made the mistake of getting her a laptop as a reward.
The girl couldn’t control herself. She was obsessed with some computer game and started to skip classes. Her parents took the laptop away. She threatened to starve herself so they gave it back to her. She locked herself in her room and just played games online. At last, the school expelled her for skipping too many classes.
I know my “addiction” isn’t that serious. But the three weeks made me realise that if I had a laptop of my own, I might end up like that girl. The fact is I had fallen behind in various subjects months ago. And if I were to retrace the “cause” of that, I’d say it started when I had a twitter account. Blogging just made things worse.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Why? Because I thought monsters were going to attack me. I had watched a horror film earlier, so that was perfectly normal.
But the second reason why I couldn’t sleep was Physics and Chemistry. These are my worst subjects, partly because I don’t like them. To be honest, I couldn’t catch up with Physics even before I started twittering. But it made it worse. I could have spent more time on revision, but I spent more hours blogging.
And Chemistry? Well, I was lost over one chapter. You know how some chapters are related to each other? So I got lost in all of them.
Actually, I’ve thought of all this before, but they never kept me awake at night. Then I knew what triggered it.
My eldest brother has received an offer to take up an Honours degree in some finance-related subject at Melbourne University. He is this smart guy in my family whom everyone worships. My parents have been scolded by him but they didn’t give him the “respect-your-parents-because-we’re-older-than-you” lecture. Dad’s password even has his initials on it. (Don’t worry, you can’t hack it.)
My parents even wanted to name our new puppy Aussie because he is studying there. Of course, I objected vehemently because it sounded vulgar in Cantonese. And you can see the glow on mum’s face whenever she mentions him to some random stranger.
My brother is this clever, perfect child in mum’s eyes. And she expects me to follow in his footsteps. She has lost hope in my second brother, but since he is charming and athletic, he can survive in this huge, dangerous world.
As I’m socially awkward and not that athletic, I need to be smart. Although mum doesn’t expect me to score the same excellent results as my brother, she does expect me to ace my exams.
Although I’m cross with her for placing too much hope on me, the thing is, I know she’s doing this for a reason. Sometimes, clichéd as it sounds, “it’s all for your own good” is true. That’s why I’m taking my first big step.
Which, of course, is to come clean about my addiction. This is why I’m writing this article.
The second step is to quit blogging because it takes up the most time. The third is to stop using Facebook. That should be easier because if my friends really want to contact me, they can always text me.
Finally, I have to stop tweeting. That may be a bit difficult. I can’t really quit cold turkey because, well, an addict is an addict. Apparently, they don’t have some patch or gum for it, unlike tobacco.
So, I’m taking the last one slowly and just try to cut down. It may take a few months to really quit. By then, let’s hope I would have caught up on lessons. Maybe, who knows, the SPM might be over.
I’m on my way to step one now. And I’m going to quote the late King of Pop: “This is it.” Wish me luck!
Taking the first step
The Gap by TRECIA TAN SHU HUI
LAST month, I went to my uncle’s house for the school holidays. My cousin has everything, from PS2 to iPod Touch to an impressive DVD collection.
I was there for 21 days and they were quite meaningless. I just realised that now. So what if I’ve watched more than 40 movies? Or played a couple of video games? Or caught up on my favourite TV series?
So what if I’ve spent more time in front of the computer these last three weeks than in the entire year? All that just wore me out.
Yes, I am sad to be back home because my mum is kind of grounding me. This is like what happens when summer break ends in the United States, except that it’s summer all year round here. The thing is, it’s time for me to face reality and do what I’m supposed to do. It’s time for me to grow up ... until after the SPM, of course.
Believe it or not, I’ve learnt a lot from my stay. I learnt that I may have watched 40 movies, but only a couple of them are memorable, so I’ve wasted about 70 hours of my life. I learnt that completing all levels in a video game is only satisfying for about a day, and isn’t worth getting a blister on your thumb for that.
I learnt that the computer isn’t everything, although it means a lot. I learnt that getting celebrities to tweet you back is exciting, but getting someone to praise you in real life is much better. And I learnt that blogging is interesting, but nothing beats writing on a piece of paper.
I also realised one thing that I’ve been denying all along – I am addicted to the computer.
At the start of 2009, my class teacher told me a story about a very smart girl who scored all As for her PMR examination. Then her parents made the mistake of getting her a laptop as a reward.
The girl couldn’t control herself. She was obsessed with some computer game and started to skip classes. Her parents took the laptop away. She threatened to starve herself so they gave it back to her. She locked herself in her room and just played games online. At last, the school expelled her for skipping too many classes.
I know my “addiction” isn’t that serious. But the three weeks made me realise that if I had a laptop of my own, I might end up like that girl. The fact is I had fallen behind in various subjects months ago. And if I were to retrace the “cause” of that, I’d say it started when I had a twitter account. Blogging just made things worse.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Why? Because I thought monsters were going to attack me. I had watched a horror film earlier, so that was perfectly normal.
But the second reason why I couldn’t sleep was Physics and Chemistry. These are my worst subjects, partly because I don’t like them. To be honest, I couldn’t catch up with Physics even before I started twittering. But it made it worse. I could have spent more time on revision, but I spent more hours blogging.
And Chemistry? Well, I was lost over one chapter. You know how some chapters are related to each other? So I got lost in all of them.
Actually, I’ve thought of all this before, but they never kept me awake at night. Then I knew what triggered it.
My eldest brother has received an offer to take up an Honours degree in some finance-related subject at Melbourne University. He is this smart guy in my family whom everyone worships. My parents have been scolded by him but they didn’t give him the “respect-your-parents-because-we’re-older-than-you” lecture. Dad’s password even has his initials on it. (Don’t worry, you can’t hack it.)
My parents even wanted to name our new puppy Aussie because he is studying there. Of course, I objected vehemently because it sounded vulgar in Cantonese. And you can see the glow on mum’s face whenever she mentions him to some random stranger.
My brother is this clever, perfect child in mum’s eyes. And she expects me to follow in his footsteps. She has lost hope in my second brother, but since he is charming and athletic, he can survive in this huge, dangerous world.
As I’m socially awkward and not that athletic, I need to be smart. Although mum doesn’t expect me to score the same excellent results as my brother, she does expect me to ace my exams.
Although I’m cross with her for placing too much hope on me, the thing is, I know she’s doing this for a reason. Sometimes, clichéd as it sounds, “it’s all for your own good” is true. That’s why I’m taking my first big step.
Which, of course, is to come clean about my addiction. This is why I’m writing this article.
The second step is to quit blogging because it takes up the most time. The third is to stop using Facebook. That should be easier because if my friends really want to contact me, they can always text me.
Finally, I have to stop tweeting. That may be a bit difficult. I can’t really quit cold turkey because, well, an addict is an addict. Apparently, they don’t have some patch or gum for it, unlike tobacco.
So, I’m taking the last one slowly and just try to cut down. It may take a few months to really quit. By then, let’s hope I would have caught up on lessons. Maybe, who knows, the SPM might be over.
I’m on my way to step one now. And I’m going to quote the late King of Pop: “This is it.” Wish me luck!
kehidupan
Artikel ni aku cilok dari the star. Very good reminder for all the parents out there. Aku rasa nurul lee ni macam aku juga. Tak hantar anak yang baru primary school ke tuition or having high academic expectations from the children. alhamdulillah anak aku okay je....dapat peluang masuk asrama lagi, tapi anak aku baru duduk asrama satu malam dah talipon nak keluar asrama. he...he...homesick. Habis je orientation murid-murid tingkatan 1 aku pun sebagai ibu mithali yang dapat merasakan kemurungan anak, mengeluarkan anak aku Iman pada hari keempat diasrama.
Tears and fears
By NURUL LEE
A mother’s behaviour on results day prompts another to ask what we really want for our children.
THERE was excitement in the air. Parents were busy chatting but they could hide their anxiety. Amidst the laughter, I could see the worry in their eyes. They say the eyes show your real emotion. Well, there sure was a lot to worry about.
It was the day the UPSR (Year Six examination) results would be released. Sleepless nights, pounding hearts, unfinished chores ... These exam-results syndromes are normal for kids and their parents.
The hall was abuzz with activity. Pupils laughing with their peers or talking non-stop as their eyes searched for their parents. Some pupils sat looking at their busy friends. They looked pale, as if someone had squeezed the air from their lungs. Some parents stood outside the hall, preferring the fresh air to the “stress-tinged” air inside. Couldn’t blame them.
Now I was among the anxious parents. I sat way behind my daughter, who was seated in the middle row with her friends. She looked back, saw me and waved. I nodded. Half an hour earlier, she had called me frantically on the phone to ask what time I would be in her school.
As the teachers walked in with papers in their hands, the noise subsided. A brief analyses of the year’s results was read out by the coordinator for Year Six and there was applause from the parents. Then came the moment of truth ...
Pupils who had scored straight As were called out one by one and each of them stepped up on stage grinning from cheek to cheek. When my daughter went up, I felt just fine, but she was crying madly. I wondered why; maybe she did not expect to score 5As. Anyway, I said a thankful prayer quietly.
After the last name was called, what I saw made an impact on me. One mother just dashed from the back of the hall to the front, crying. For a moment I thought she was parent of the last pupil on stage, but I was wrong.
She hugged her daughter seated in the front row and consoled her, saying it was all right that she had not scored all As. Her kid was crying. This mum kissed her daughter’s forehead and walked straight to the back of the hall, wiping her tears as she walked. She did not care about the other parents looking at her.
I was thinking: How much pressure do we put on these 12-year-olds? Why must they endure the stress of trying to achieve perfect grades?
Is it wise to push them to the limit? All they did was study, go for tuition, and do endless homework and countless practice questions. Where was the joy and fun that they rightfully needed?
I don’t remember going through all that in Year Six. I ran, played and learnt how to cycle. I rode my mum’s big bicycle till I fell and hurt my knee. And I still can laugh about that. My parents never put pressure on me to score. Whatever the grades on my report card, they just smiled and signed it. They knew I studied hard and played like mad, too …. just like my peers then. I didn’t have any tuition.
Comparing my days and now, I see so much has changed. Society looks up to top scorers without realising we are actually creating unbalanced pupils. At Primary level, why can’t we just let them enjoy their life, like we used to?
To those who got straight As, congratulations. But what about the others who did not? Their self-esteem would have dropped a notch and this would affect with them throughout their Secondary school life. And we’d start blaming them again. Is that fair?
My daughter did not want to go for the school tuition before the UPSR. All she did for the past nine months was watch TV. Ask her about the Indonesian, Korean or Malay dramas and she could relate them as if she was the writer of the scripts! Ask her about school work and she would say it was somewhere in her bag!
I told her that if she wanted 5As, she would have to work on it herself. She just gave me that innocent grin and I often wondered what she was thinking about.
As a parent, I think scoring top marks is not the main thing in life. How you cope with problems that may crop up throughout your life is more important. Survival skills are more important than just chewing school texts and regurgitating them in an examination.
So, let your kids be kids. Let them play, run, cycle and climb trees. They will be children only once in their lifetime, so don’t rob them of their childhood. Don’t send them for tuition from Year One or push them away from us by telling them to score all As or else …
Let’s teach our kids how to be human, how to interact with others, how and why they should obey God’s rules, how to help others and recognise “bad people”. Teach them how to survive in this cruel world! Reflect on how things were in our young days and ask, “Are we being fair to our kids today?”
Tears and fears
By NURUL LEE
A mother’s behaviour on results day prompts another to ask what we really want for our children.
THERE was excitement in the air. Parents were busy chatting but they could hide their anxiety. Amidst the laughter, I could see the worry in their eyes. They say the eyes show your real emotion. Well, there sure was a lot to worry about.
It was the day the UPSR (Year Six examination) results would be released. Sleepless nights, pounding hearts, unfinished chores ... These exam-results syndromes are normal for kids and their parents.
The hall was abuzz with activity. Pupils laughing with their peers or talking non-stop as their eyes searched for their parents. Some pupils sat looking at their busy friends. They looked pale, as if someone had squeezed the air from their lungs. Some parents stood outside the hall, preferring the fresh air to the “stress-tinged” air inside. Couldn’t blame them.
Now I was among the anxious parents. I sat way behind my daughter, who was seated in the middle row with her friends. She looked back, saw me and waved. I nodded. Half an hour earlier, she had called me frantically on the phone to ask what time I would be in her school.
As the teachers walked in with papers in their hands, the noise subsided. A brief analyses of the year’s results was read out by the coordinator for Year Six and there was applause from the parents. Then came the moment of truth ...
Pupils who had scored straight As were called out one by one and each of them stepped up on stage grinning from cheek to cheek. When my daughter went up, I felt just fine, but she was crying madly. I wondered why; maybe she did not expect to score 5As. Anyway, I said a thankful prayer quietly.
After the last name was called, what I saw made an impact on me. One mother just dashed from the back of the hall to the front, crying. For a moment I thought she was parent of the last pupil on stage, but I was wrong.
She hugged her daughter seated in the front row and consoled her, saying it was all right that she had not scored all As. Her kid was crying. This mum kissed her daughter’s forehead and walked straight to the back of the hall, wiping her tears as she walked. She did not care about the other parents looking at her.
I was thinking: How much pressure do we put on these 12-year-olds? Why must they endure the stress of trying to achieve perfect grades?
Is it wise to push them to the limit? All they did was study, go for tuition, and do endless homework and countless practice questions. Where was the joy and fun that they rightfully needed?
I don’t remember going through all that in Year Six. I ran, played and learnt how to cycle. I rode my mum’s big bicycle till I fell and hurt my knee. And I still can laugh about that. My parents never put pressure on me to score. Whatever the grades on my report card, they just smiled and signed it. They knew I studied hard and played like mad, too …. just like my peers then. I didn’t have any tuition.
Comparing my days and now, I see so much has changed. Society looks up to top scorers without realising we are actually creating unbalanced pupils. At Primary level, why can’t we just let them enjoy their life, like we used to?
To those who got straight As, congratulations. But what about the others who did not? Their self-esteem would have dropped a notch and this would affect with them throughout their Secondary school life. And we’d start blaming them again. Is that fair?
My daughter did not want to go for the school tuition before the UPSR. All she did for the past nine months was watch TV. Ask her about the Indonesian, Korean or Malay dramas and she could relate them as if she was the writer of the scripts! Ask her about school work and she would say it was somewhere in her bag!
I told her that if she wanted 5As, she would have to work on it herself. She just gave me that innocent grin and I often wondered what she was thinking about.
As a parent, I think scoring top marks is not the main thing in life. How you cope with problems that may crop up throughout your life is more important. Survival skills are more important than just chewing school texts and regurgitating them in an examination.
So, let your kids be kids. Let them play, run, cycle and climb trees. They will be children only once in their lifetime, so don’t rob them of their childhood. Don’t send them for tuition from Year One or push them away from us by telling them to score all As or else …
Let’s teach our kids how to be human, how to interact with others, how and why they should obey God’s rules, how to help others and recognise “bad people”. Teach them how to survive in this cruel world! Reflect on how things were in our young days and ask, “Are we being fair to our kids today?”
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