As you approach him, you put your right hand into you pocket [gentleman] / hand bag [lady]. Your fingers dig deep into your pocket/bag groping and searching it. Then you found it, or maybe it found you.
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You pull it out. A piece of plastic. Flexible and thin. So flexible you keep twisting it into weird shapes, so thin it disappears once you place it amongst the many pieces of papers. Papers adorned with faces of dead Rajas staring back at you with their haunting eyes. Layered on top is a black layer of magnetic film. The plastic and its magnetic film is sandwiched between a coat of paint, like egg and ham sandwiched between two slices of bread.
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You continue to move closer. He held up its metallic arm, almost touching his partner which is standing next to him. He and his partner and a few more partners were standing in a perfectly straight line. So perfectly straight, you would question the straightness even in a perfect world… if there is ever such a thing as a perfect world.
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Your stride never once slowed. You rise your hand, maybe you had want to say “Hi”, or perhaps “Good morning” — in an Englishmen sort of way. But as your hand reaches waist level, he snatches it from you. With nothing more than a glance at him, you walk past him and push his cold, steely hand aside. And you grab the flexible and thin sheet from him. He could do nothing but stare at you, crossed and eyes red… knowing that he cannot desert his position, lest he disrupts the perfectly straight line.
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You move on until you are part of a sea of people. Each and everyone so connected in distance, yet so disconnected in action, in thought, in emotion. Some are deaf but to the music that only blast into their ears. Some are blind but to the paths only they will walk. They walk, because they fear that if they stop walking, the path that had grown narrower will suddenly disappear. And that they can never walk again.
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Then you hear the deep rumble emanating from the ground. Even the deaf turn their head in accordance with the rest. The sea of people, now which you are part of, floods into every space and every cavity it can find. You try to resist the flow. But it was not a flow, it was a tsunami. A tsunami of people, or sardines (of which you will understand later).
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You find a space amongst the spaceless space. It is so packed it’s like sardines in a can. Like sardines in a can. You just can’t wait to peel yourself away from here, what more when everyone is pointing their stink-o armpits at you.
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The sound of synthetic bell echoes through the long, cavernous space. The symmetrical doors slide open with a loud hiss.
You straighten your shirt/dress/skirt. Then you close your eyes for a moment, trying to visualise the next few seconds in your mind. Then you let out a soft sigh, so soft that only you can hear.
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Without moving your lips, you mutter “S’cuse me!”. Then you barge through the sardines, not soaked in tomato sauce but drenched in sweat. And some… in perfume.
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Then you see him again, with his metallic arm raise, almost touching his partner which is standing next to him.
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You put your right hand into you pocket [gentleman] / hand bag [lady]. Your fingers dig deep into your pocket/bag groping and searching……
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Sardines in a Can
This entry is long overdue. The event, Perdana Global Peace Public Forum was held on the twenty second of June 2006 in PWTC. Still, I’d just like to talk a bit about the event.
It all happened 2 or 3 days before the event. This friend of mine, 100 had just returned from Illinois. He called me up and we arranged to attend the forum together.
From the name of the forum itself it is quite evident that this is a Tun Dr M’s initiative, considering that the word ‘perdana’ is almost his trademark or copyright.
Five speakers was invited to give talks. There were Dennis Halliday and Hans von Sponeck, both ex-UN asst. secretary general. And there were Dr Helen Caldicott, an expert in nuclear weapons and it’s related diseases; Dr Michel Chossudovsky, a professor of economics in Canada; and Prof Francis Boyle, a law professor in Illinois.
I’ll continue the part after the lunch break with part two of the
The two former UN officials spoke about Americans invading Iraq as illegal in international law terms. The Americans had invaded Iraq despite the fact that there were no weapons of mass destruction (WMD) in Iraq e.g. nuclear bombs, biological bombs etc. Now, America is spreading the false news that Iran has the capability to launch nuclear bombs in 3-4 months time. Both of them warned that Iran would likely be the next target of this war.
They also highlighted the atrocity of US and British soldier towards the civilians and citizens. Such as the Haditha incident that was exposed a month ago. The Haditha incident was about the US troops patrolling in the town of Haditha when a landmine exploded and killed one of the soldiers. The rest of the soldiers simply went into a few nearby houses and started shooting the innocent families in the houses. Only a young girl out of the three families (houses) survived by pretending to be dead.
There were Q&A sessions after each speaker had finished his presentation. Two form 5 kids were sitting next to us. They observed that all these people going up to the microphone were just to hog the airtime, hoping to appear on TV. I couldn’t agree more. All these idiots, instead of asking intelligent questions, they kept on and on and on with their shallow opinions and ancestors’ stories. Stupid suggestions like dissolving the UN and start again, getting rid of the 5 permanent security council members and what not, and even Guru Nanak, the founder fo Sikh religion was mentioned.
Oh, there was also this uncles who sat next to me. He started chatting with me. 100 simply couldn’t tahan him. He asked… I mean ‘interrogated’ me as we talked. I barely know him for more than 5 minutes and he had questions, that I felt uncomfortable answering, thrown at my face. He also asked 100 to take a picture of him with Tun Dr M during the lunch break with 100’s camera. Then he started telling me how he doesn’t like photographers chasing him around with cameras. Huh? WTF?!
Back to the forum. After Q&A, it was lunch. FREE [read this, you stupid sonofabitch DCHL! I repeat FREE] lunch, sponsored by TDM. The otak-otak was superb! [Now, MLM companies, learn this from our ex-PM. FREE lunch or FREE seminar or FREE anything at all, then I might consider to believe you.]
Those on my table launched their mini forum with all kinds of conspiracy theory. E.g. US whacked up Iraq and soon maybe Iran to protect Israel; US economy is based on war, no war no money; Bush has a stake in this Carlyle Group that invests in weapon companies and … They do have a point. US is in Iraq partly because of all those unsaid reasons. But some of their arguments are a bit misinformed, according to 100.
I’ll continue the session after the lunch break with part two of the entry…
MLM: BTH - Part 2
It was raining on this not-so-beautiful Sunday morning. Since I had paid 100 bloody Ringgit, I made myself wake up to attend the NDO.
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So where is NDO held? BTH - Berjaya Times Hotel.
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I bet you are wondering what the h*ell does NDO means. I had that question too, when I signed up for it on on Thursday. So I asked this Aylex guy and Sky. This stupid sonofabitch and Sky had the audacity to tell me, “I don’t know.”
Now, you’ve been to this NDO thing 5 or 6 times and you don’t know what NDO stands for?! And you want me to give you 2500 Ringgit so that I can tell other people ‘I-don’t-know’ when they ask me what is NDO or OPP or MOD?!
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The above example is the lousiest sales person(s) on earth. He wouldn’t last 2 minutes in Citibank as salesman. Even the stupidest salesman knows not to use acronyms or lingo (that you use with your colleagues) to a client. You make me, the client/customer, feel stupid. You make me feel left out. And if you don’t know what it stands for, you’re wasting my time listening to you who don’t know your own company.
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Back to the New Distributors’ Orientation.
There were about 1200 people attending NDO. One thing I couldn’t believe is that the speakers liked to remind us that they are here (in BTH), volunteering their Sundays for us. Let us do some math, shall we? 100 Ringgit per person x 1200. That’s 120,000 Ringgit. The ballroom and lunch would cost about 60,000. That means the organisers make a profit of 60,000 Ringgit. Not bad for volunteering every month for NDO, huh?!
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There were 4 sessions altogether. Each session approximately one and a half hours. So all these people who had made tonnes of money from other businesses gave talks about how they made even more money by joining the MLM world. Basically, it’s a 8 hour brainwash session. You go in, you come out brainwashed with nothing but greed for money. Despite my deep repulsion against all things MLM, I was also a little convinced… I mean “brainwashed” when I came out. It took me a week or so to get over it.
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Session 1, the speaker talked about what is MLM, comparing it to a conventional product chain. Normal merchandise goes through the factory –> distributor –> shop –> consumer. But for MLM it’s factory –> distributor consumer. Therefore, it is cheaper than normal merchandise. That’s what he said.
We all know this is bullcrap! There are so many up-line, down-line, left-line and right-line that takes a piece of the earnings until the price of the product has to be inflated to a f*cking huge amount to support all those crap-lines. The products are so over-priced that they cannot be justified. Remember the 85,000 Ringgit catalytic burner?
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There were a few things he said that I just can’t tahan and have to refute it here.
“Oil price is increasing, Don’t you want to be in the oil business too? The essential oil business lah.”
WTF?! Eh uncle, your mom give birth to you with no brain izzit?! What has petrol price increase got to do with essential oil?!
“Benefit of lampe berger: ioniser, ozoniser, aroma therapy, adds oxygen (O2) to the air…”
Now, lampe berger is mainly a piece of catalytic burner (which is made of clay). [1] It can’t ionise the air because there’s no electric involved. [2] It can’t ozonise because it takes sunlight and lots of energy to create ozone gas (O3), and even more energy to maintain the ozone gas structure. Also, ozone is poisonous (to bacteria and human). If your bloody lampe can generate lots of ozone, it would be banned. [3] Only trees adds O2 to the air. Weren’t you listening in your Standard 5 science class?
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Session 2, succeeding in the business. It was a waste of time, this session. It’s showing a list of cliches of how to succeed. Example, Set your goals, be genuine and sincere, work hard, understand and accept network marketing, be disciplined, blah…blah…blah…
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Oh, this little incident happened. The speaker, Mervyn Lim mentioned something about FBI and CIA (Federal Bureau of Investigation & Central Intelligence Agency - of USA). So the idiot next-next to me asked Aylex what is FBI. He answered that FBI is the police force for the whole world while CIA is the police force in charge of Asia. Now start laughing your @$$ out!
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Session 3, your financial future. It was all about the pyramid scheme of DCHL and how it looks like. Nothing much.
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Session 4, closing. This irritating old man went up the stage and gave a very long rhetoric of why we must love money why we must join DCHL. He was loud and boastful. Utterly disgusting. I almost stormed out of the room because I just can’t tahan that fella.
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Session 4.5, overall closing. The emcee (Marcus) turned off the lights and asked everyone to close their eyes. Then he went on the do those kind of emotional think-of-your-mom-think-of-your-dad-think-of-what-you-can-do kind of stuff that I am so sick off. Marcus, please F*ck off! I’m not into this kind of horse shit.
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After 8 hours of brainwashing, I came out wanting to go home. But it seems that this Aylex guy had bought a 20 Ringgit ticket on behalf of me to a gathering to meet chief conman — Steven Yeam the next day. I had told him I have my hesitation in attending the gathering. Yet he bought the tickets anyway. I’m going to bloody-h*ll fire his arse the next time I see him.
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Moral of the story,
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The whole company is a scam. You may think you’ll make lots of money if you join the company. The fact is that you would spend more, and chief conman earning buckets out of you. Everytime you cheat a jackass, you’ll have to accompany that jackass to NDO, OPP, MOD, the Steven Yeam Show and what not.
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So where does all these money go to? To Steven Yeam’s pocket obviously.
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Also, when you buy a product (such as the RM85000 burner), he takes a cut of the earning as the top of the pyramid. Since he also owns the whole company, he also earns from the profit of selling you the product through the company.
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There’s another problem with the system. How do you pay income tax? Something you didn’t think about, eh?!
You don’t have to pay taxes? You are in for helluva trouble in a few years time.
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Yours Sincerely,
the CRapologist.
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P.S. I hope those who are in MLM, especially DCHL members somehow stumble upon this article and read it. And and damn h*ll hope they get furious and make a bloody fuss out of it. DCHL and MLM companies can go FUCK themselves burn in the eternal flames of HELL!
I bought this book on an impulse when I was in the Book Fair two weeks ago. It’s so cheap, only 12.90 Ringgits. And most importantly, the cover was nice. It was bright red in colour, with a Chinese dragon motive.
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How can you resist such a cheap buy? FHM and Autocar also cost 10 Ringgits anyway.
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The title of the book is ‘The Spirit of Chinese People - 中国人的精神’, by Gu Hong Ming 辜鸿铭.
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So those were the superficial excuses I gave myself to buy that book. The real reason the book caught my eye was the title itself. As most you know, I’m a bloody banana. Yellow on the outside, white in the inside.
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In order to get more acquaited/get in touch with my Chinese side, I decided the buy it and read it… that is if I kao tim all levels of my Prince of Persia-the Two Throne. Best of all, the book is English and Mandarin. The author has also made reading this book for English speakers a piece of cake.
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This books is great. It talks about the real Chinamen (or ‘Chinese people’ if you prefer). What makes them tick and what makes them not, their mentality and mindset. These Chinamen has mostly gone the way of the Dodos.
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I’m only 33 pages into it. so I can’t really say much about it. However, I’d still like to recommend it to all my friends, no matter banana or not, to read this book. For Chinese speaker, it’ll help you understand your Chinese self better; for Bananas, it’ll answer many whys and whats you had in mind about the Chinese speakers.
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I do a more thorough review of the book after I finish reading it. Then we’ll have a more lively discussion of the Chinese society in Malaysia.
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Yours Sincerely,
the CRapologist.
Joyuex Noel
When the war broke out during the summer of 1914, millions of men were taken by surprise and caught up in the ensuing maelstrom. And then Christmas arrived, with its snow and its stream of gifts from back home and from the army brass. But the surprise wasn’t to be found in the generous parcels that littered the trenches.
On this particular evening, a major event was to have a lasting effect on the destiny of four characters: a Scottish minister, a French lieutenant, a German tenor, and a Danish soprano. These stars of the era find themselves at the heart of an unprecedented fraternizing between soldiers from the German, French and British trenches. All will put down their guns and leave their trenches behind as they go to meet the enemy, shake his hand and exchange cigarettes or chocolates, and wish him Merry Christmas.
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Joyuex Noel = Merry Christmas (French)
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It’s the name of a movie I watched this
afternoon. It’s the GSC French Film Festival!
Yes, it’s a French movie. No, I don’t
understand French (of course, I can always read the subtitles).
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The whole movie was in three languages, in a little English (with heavy Scottish accent), a bit German and mainly in French.
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It was WW1. And it’s Christmas Eve. The
Scotsmen started celebrating in their trenches (lubang kat tanah). Then one
German started singing opera and walked out of his trench to fraternised
(berkawan). Then the French came out with their wines and champagnes. And they
had a good time.
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On Christmas day, they buried the dead,
played football, poker and drank wine. All these in the middle of a war! It
tells you that these people are fighting somebody else’s war.
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This is one of the few movies that can
actually make me shed a tear or two.
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On the whole, the movie was excellent.
There were good character developments, the actors are really good (the actors
obvoiusly didn’t sing, but they do look the part), the pace of the story was
just right, most of all it has the tear factor.
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And the song were good too. I especially
loved the Scottish song, I’m Dreaming of Home.
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Oh…oh… There was also Diane Kruger. You
know queen that cause all the war in the movie Troy? But there was
this sex scene with the lead actor that was censored! The GSC employee simply
use a piece of paper to block the projector during that scene. Stupid fella!
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All in all, i’ll give it a 10 out of 10. Simply
because of the tear factor and the meaningful story. And it’s in the ‘Yuan Wu
Favourite Movies’ list.
State of Mentality 1
Alrightey… I’m going to start a new series in my weblog. It is called…
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Tadaaa… “State of Mentality” series!
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So what is this blog all about? It’s going to be my observation and humble opinions (actually, not so humble) of people I meet or people around me or just anyone at all. I’ll simply number them 1, 2, 3… until I run out of ideas to write, or until the day people decides to use their brains and be nice (especially to me). I’m still hesitating whether to use real names. Maybe not lah. But I’d still like to say, siapa makan cili, dialah rasa pedas.
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So here goes the first of the series…
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It was a trip to Kuala Kangsar. A two day trip over the weekend to visit a friend whose hometown is there. He promised all kind of good food and pretty girls. So off we went, the 12 of us in a bus to Bandar DiRaja of Perak.
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The trip was fun.
The trip was nice.
The trip was happy.
And the trip was great.
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However, it was something that happened on the way back that pissed me of tremendously. And it’s eating me away inside. In Mandarin, it’s 心理不平衡. Inner state of mind not balanced, or psychology tak seimbang.
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Seriously, I can’t think of any reason why it has got to be me. I’m a nice guy generally (not the nicest, but nice enough), and I’m pretty agreeable person.
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Back to the story. We were gathering at the porch of our friend’s house, preparing to go to the bus station. Typical of me, I was chit-chatting and goofing around with the guys. Then this Hannah girl came up to me and murmured something that she wanted me to talk to in a corner. Wah! What’s so important and secretive that it can’t be said in front of other friends?!
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It seems, it was a matter of seating positions in the bus. They faced a dilemma: ONE of the 12 seats was isolated. While the rest of seats were up in the front of the bus, this particular seat was way at the back. And she had asked me, as if it was a matter of life and death, to take that seat. I, being an agreeable person, stupidly agreed without thinking.
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It was only after 5 minutes that I came to realise that I’m a F*CKING FOOL to have said yes.
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After some deduction, I came to realise that I’m a natural choice. Of the 5 guys, 2 had girlfriends with them on the trip, so it’s a no-no to distrupt the lovey-dovey couples. As for the rest 3 guys? Probably I’m the most open minded among them and the least to hold a grudge. Therefore, the easiet target.
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Now lets analyse the situation objectively,
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The problem wasn’t about the seat or me being stupid or they being bad. It was the mentality of the people that asked me to take the back seat. Hannah had only been a messenger. There was at least a few people whispering among themselves before coming to this decision. This selfishness among us Chinese in Malaysia is absolutely disappointing. In order to gain a small advantage or benefit, they had pre-plan to put someone on the knife edge.
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So what’s the advantage in this case? To reduce the possibility of seating in the back seat to zero, by putting someone there first. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or someone else. It just proves how self centred and selfish the Chinese mentality is. I cannot express more how disappointed I am, that the Chinese people in M’sia can behave in such a selfish manner. I had thought that the Chinese are generous and “大方”. I am so wrong.
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Now lets analyse the situation NOT so objectively,
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I thought all of you were trustworthy friends. Yet you abused this trust and my agreeable charater. Just because you wanted to sit with your friends. I’m am more hurt and sad than I am angry. I would have volunteered to take the back seat if I had seen any of the you girls sitting there isolated at the end of bus, even without you asking me to do so.
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You may argue that since I’m almost always fast asleep in a bus trip, I wouldn’t and shouldn’t mind.
Yes it’s true I sleep throughout bus trips, but that does not give you any right to put me there in the first place.
Yes, I can’t take it that I’ll be isolated for 3 hours without a fuss since I’m such an open minded/sporting fella. However, it hurts me a lot that you abused my easy going nature for your own priviledge.
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You thought that no one would be selfless enough to exchange with you should you happen to take that seat. It is because you are selfish, you thought that everyone else is just as selfish as you are. Just like how a thief thinks everyone wants to rob him.
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Conclusion,
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Selfishness = Chinese Malaysian mentality (especially those from small towns) = small town mentality
It’s time to get rid of these mentality.
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Yours Sincerely,
the CRapologist.
MLM: HLA - part 1
HLA = Hong Leong Assurance
What’s it got to do with my blog, you say?
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Yesterday, I was sort of conned to yamcha with this new found friend from the stupid match making camp i blogged about a while ago. While yamcha-ing in KLCC, he started to intro to me about working while studying. Then he talked about the introducing me to the business. No wonder this f*cking idiot kept asking me out! He even gave me a ten day VIP pass to California Fitness. I gave this guy a chance to yamcha because I wanted to see if he really wanted to friend-friend with me.
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So after the yamcha, I ’stupidly’ followed him the this building — HLA Building. Anyone who has heard about DCHL/Lampe Berger/Estebel would know what the h*ll this is all about. I’ve written a long entry about these stupid MLM before and I’m going to write about them again. This time with even more vehement repulsion.
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So there I was in this kononnya lavish office in HLA with every idiot wearing the badge SYN. And he took me around the office, trying to impress me with the lavishness of the office, how canggih-manggih is their product.
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Let me tell you, boy, these stupid aromatic burners are nothing more than a high tech candles. Then there’s one costing RM85000 and you told me it’s made of rail road steel and crystal. What the h*ll do I look like, a f*cking imbecile to you? It was very obvious it is made of wood and glass!
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And I’m not impressed by the lousy-mousy office, okay?! Please stop asking me what do I think of your office. It may be lavish for you who come from kampung, but I’ve worked inside Istana Negara, 5-star hotels and looked inside canggih-manggih offices (Great Eastern, L’oreal…). Until I say “Wah!”, I’m far from impressed.
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Next was the business preview, by this chief idiot Jeffrey Chong. From start to finish, it’s just a brag show. Just like a penglipur lara telling everyone how exciting his stories are.
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What more, this Jeff’s arguments are unbelievably anti-logic. Jeff said, if you don’t have enough money to spend, earn more lah.
WTF?! If you don’t have the money to spend, DON’T SPEND LAH! You should learn how to save before you spend. You allocate your budget according to how much you have, not how much you spend. If you don’t have a lot of money, don’t go shopping every week, don’t go clubbing all the time, take the bus/LRT, read a good book, take a second job… and don’t swipe the freaking plastic card!
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Jeff also said, you need to use your credit card. And should pay back after the interest free period so the banks can charge you interest. Now, who the f*cking h*ll is so stupid as to let card companies charge interest while you can pay back before that?! You tell me…WHO? Only DCHL members with their devil f*cked brains do that.
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And to add another spin, Jeff said that our nation’s economy stops growing if credit card companies can’t charge us interest from credit card.
WITFDH?! This is the stuuuuupidest, most ridiculous argument I’ve heard. He is thinking with his testicles and talking with his ass. Our country’s economy depends on real business that provides credible products and services, not idiots who swipe plastic cards and don’t pay back their debts.
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After the preview, the psycho session began. And surprise-surprise… I met Ting, one ex-AIESEC president of UM. The guy who told 200 people not to join MLM on a stage is now part of the gang. I had wanted to taruh them a bit, tell them off about this you-cheat-me-I-cheat-other-people scheme of theirs. But I decided that I don’t want to get into an argument with them… yet.
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Another thing with the DCHL scheme is that it plays with numbers. It’s confusing and it keeps converting between Ringgit with its point value. It uses percentage to calculate this and that and add all up all in the sudden. So theoretically, you can take 110 even if the company earns 100. There is absolutely no way you could know how much the company is earning and paying on top. I don’t think even any of it’s members know how to calculate the exact number. They just vomit it out to show me as others had showed them, just like back to school — memorise and vomit back out.
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Oh BTW, i’ve agreed to join this day long seminar worth 100 Ringgit in Times Square Hotel this Sunday. Cost me a f*cking hundred bucks just to satisfy my curiosity how a money cheater makes millions. So watch out next week for the Part 2 of the blog.
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Oh, and to Aylex and Sky or whatever frigging way your names are spelt. By nodding, I don’t necesserily agree with you. When you talk, I listened. So when I talked, you refused to listen and kept repeating a phrase like a broken recorder to shut me out. I’d definitely like to ‘talk’ to you again.
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Yours Sincerely,
the MArquis.
Redang
I’m sure you would’ve guessed what this entry is all about. Easy peasy!
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Before I start rambling about how beautiful or how great or how canggih-manggih was my trip was, I just like to say: if you’ve never been to Redang before, do yourself a favour and take the next bus to Kuala Terengganu… NOW! Go there before all the Malaysian and China tourist go there and mess the whole place up. You just have to look at Port Dickson to see what I mean.
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On the night of Labour Day, 4 or 5 (I couldn’t remember) fresh graduates of UKM who read food science and nutrition gathered at a small little apartment in Hentian Kajang. More of us trickled in until all 19 of us arrived. Then off we depart at 9(I think) from Hentian Kajang.
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We reached Kuala Terengganu at about 5am.
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One of the things that I absolutely love about Redang is the beautiful people that come to the island. However, too many of public U students were staying in the hotel I was staying in. You know-lah, how paiseh they are to show off what they’ve got. Something’s wrong with our education system!
On the other stretch of beach where more college kids stay… Ooh lala! All the pretty girls in sexy bikinis. Arggh… I’m blinded!
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I would have continued with all my babbling of Redang this and Redang that, but I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
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In the boat on the way to Redang.
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Just arrived.
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The 3 hunks rising from the sea as in Baywatch.
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The hotel learned from it’s past experience.
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A game of volley ball.
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I’m some where in the boat, some where lah, on it’s way to take us snorkelling.
One of the snorkelling areas was the Marine Park. The park was so full of people you may think it’s Sunway Lagoon. And a bit to my dismay, the water wasn’t as clear as I imagined. I think this has to do with all the sunblocks everyone uses was diluting into the water. The corals weren’t as beautiful either. I was a wee bit disappointed, but I still had a great time snorkelling around and taking under water pictures.
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The beach.
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[A] is the spot where I took the night scene of Laguna Resort.
[B] This is the short stretch of beach they call Blue Sands. At night, when you brush your feet on the beach, glowing blue spots will appear… for a while. I managed to figure ot what those glowing blue stuffs are. They are very small crustaceans that glows when you press them lightly.
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The postcard like scenery of Laguna Resort.
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The night view of the stretch of hotels along the beach. One of it is the Laguna Resort.
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More More Tea Inn… now a gift shop.
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The place where Laguna sits used to be the famous More More Tea Inn (MMTI). The inn (and the island) was made famous by a movie of the same name. MMTI is now tucked in a corner and has become a lousy-mousy gift shop.
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Now, to showcase all the camwhores…
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All the cocks on showcase.
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This is how my mouth looks like when I say “F*ck!”.
I was shouting “what the f*ck?!” at him for taking forever to take a macho picture of me looking out the sea pretending to be in solemn thought.
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See the glowing ‘I Love U’? A love struck bloke decided to dig the words out in the sand with a few friends . Then they put the candles in the trench and lit them all just after sunset. The girl sure terharu punya.
“And they lived happily ever after…”
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Queens of camwhore!
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Dinner.
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Before leaving the beauuuuuutiful island.
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Yeah, me sleeping in the boat on our way home. Camwhoring even im my dreams.
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Conclusion. The trip to Redang was absolutely great. If only we could stay there for a day more or two. All the cheap resort only allow us to stay there for 2 days & 2 nights, which in my opinion is too short. Too short to explore the island a bit, too short to play around on the beach, too short to get to know pretty girls (not that there are any among us), too short to get any phone numbers at all. What a waste!
Thalassemia
“Hi everyone. My name is Yuan Wu. And I am have thalassemia.”
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Sounds like I’ve got cancer and is appearing before the TV to appeal for donations, no?
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Nope, I don’t have cancer or anything like that… yet (scary to think that everyone has a chance to get cancer). I have thalassemia. I look normal, don’t I. (Eh, i’m still normal, OK!)
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What the h*ll is thalassemia, you say. Thalassemia a a genetic disorder that is very common in Chinese. It is estimated that 1/20 Malaysians have some sort of thalassemia trait. It is also called Cooley’s anemia This statistic means you definitely know someone with thalassemia trait, or you have it. So don’t tell me you don’t know, don’t care, don’t give a damn. You don’t want to “sang1 chai2 mo1 see2 fatt4″.
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Lets start by talking about haemoglobin, the stuff that carries oxygen in our red blood cells. Haemoglobin is made of 4 parts — 2 alpha and 2 beta. We have 4 locations in our genes that make the alpha and 2 locations that make beta.
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The problem arises when you have one or more of these faulty genes at those locations. So, of you have a faulty alpha gene, you have alpha thalassemia. And likewise for beta.
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And there are many severity of thalassemia. If one of the alpha locations or part of one beta locations in your gene is kaput punya, then you only have thalassemia trait. You simply look normal. You are a carrier. You may and may not pass the gene to your children. If you have a 2 or more faulty genes, that you would not have live to my age to read this blog.
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You cannot donate blood because your blood is not complete.
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Therefore, by using the power of blog… I hereby urge everyone who reads this blog: cepat-cepat go to a clinic or lab and have a thorough blood check. Ask the fella to check for blood disorder too e.g thalassemia. If you have a boy-boy or girl-girl, take them along to the clinic. If both of you have thalassemia trait, you may create a child that will depend on blood transfusion for all his life. Or the baby may not live to remember you. To quote Puah Chu Kang, don’t pray-pray. This is as bad as “sang1 chai2 mo1 see2 fatt4″.
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Also, do visit this site for more info cooleysanemia.org. Or you can leave me a message so I can’t send you a few documents about thalassemia.
Yours Sincerely,
the THalassmia carrier.
The Petrol
Our government had f*ckin’ (can’t type the whole word out, stupid UKM server will ban my blog) cheated us. You know lah, Malaysians are a bunch of gullible s*ckers that will take all kind of abuse the government throw at us.
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Our beloved Pak Lah promised transparency in our gahmen. WTF!! ‘Til now, I still ain’t seein’ nothing transparent about our gahmen. Bugger! Where’s the freakin’ transparency when the gahmen suddenly increased the fuel price in the middle of the night?! They should have announced about the fuel hike at least a month, AT LEAST A MONTH before they actually raise the fuel price. Not making decisions behind the closed doors in some top secret gahmen buildings in Putrajaya, then announcing the fuel hike is to be in effect in 2 hours time at night.
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Where in the h*ll is the logic in that?! What? You don’t want to scare the people?! You need to allow people to adjust their lives in advance for the fuel hike. To be prepared for it. You think you are running a circus show ah?? Trying to surprise us with stupid antics.
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We are not like you, Pak Lah, and the rest of your ‘mah chai’. We don’t have drivers in black Perdanas chaffeuring us around with petrol being paid by the tax payers money. And we don’t have a parade of police outriders who wear sunglasses and shove every bloody vehicle out of the way for you and your mah chai.
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We have to endure the traffic jam. The tolls. The hike in fuel. You don’t. You just know how to talk cock and tell us not to question how the gahmen is going to spend the RM4.4b you saved. What in the name of god do you mean not to question it?! It’s our freakin’ money! All 4.4 billion of it. Of course we want to know how the h*ll the money is being spent!
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Alright, that’s the first problem. Now the other problem. No freakin’ youth cares about what the gahmen is doing with the money. All they care is that their pockets are thinner now and they can’t buy that Nike shoes they want. I tried to talk to some friends about my opinions in what the gahmen should’ve done, what it should be doing with the ‘extra’ 4.4b. I was hoping for an opinion, a voice, a discussion. All they could say is to lament about the price hike and say, "Aiyah, Malaysia mah. Always liddat one lah." Or they simply keep quiet.
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Come on. You’ve got to have an opinion, right? Something to say, perhaps?
This our country, man. Takkan you are so indifferent, so apathetic to what’s happening here? Takkan you only thing you care about is trying to save a few buck by queuing up in the middle of the night in a petrol station?
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We are university students, man. We should be having discussion about what’s happening in our country. Even casual discussions in mamak stall is fine. To turn a blind eye and pretend that everything will work out fine is ignorance. You think you are the three monkeys ahh? –see no evil, hear no evil, talk no evil??
Way to go man, our university students!
Good luck to our country for having intelligent youths that chooses to be blind and deaf.
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Yours Sincerely,
the DRiver (with thinner wallet now).
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