Now it looks like truth is no longer anchored in how one truly thinks it should be, but how it is used as a tool to spin with hidden agenda. This is the gambit that is appropriately referred to Zaini Hassan, a senior editor and columnist Dr Ridhuan Tee Abdullah of Utusan.
If one looks inside what really goes on in Malaysian politics, many politicians have unfairly misled the people far too long into believing what they have said.
Mainstream and portal media are often accused by politicians for misquoting them. The readers can judge for themselves any outright disingenuous message – which is synonymous to as lies!
Will Zaini Hassan and Dr.Ridhuan cry out loud tomorrow that they were misquoted? If so, then search yourself what has gone wrong and if otherwise, please flock with the unethical politicians. You should have the courage to be honest instead of spinning for those “you know better” than putting the blame on Malaysiakini.
You should look into what controversies you have written and said before resulting in a barrage of disapprovals and altercations, and for that reason, people are attuned to what is going on and are paying attention like never before about what you are uttering.
By merely allowing yourself to be used as a tool, you have brought shame to journalism or perhaps by doing so it pays even greater dividends.
Many a time when I write, and for journalistic reason, I purvey the truth with a balanced argument. When I am not sure about specific details, I don’t want to feel guilty for telling someone the wrong thing. Are you in this league?
The only aspect I can blame Malaysiakini is none other than telling the truth! And for this very reason, I feel proud for what Malaysiakini stands for and I am proud to sign my name to this article.
Sunny Lim Cheng Inn
(This article is taken from the CJ's column of Malaysiakini)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
No Child Is Too Ugly, No Parent Is Too Poor
I was having lunch with my wife in SS2 Petaling Jaya (5th. April), I told my wife to observe an elderly couple sitting a few tables away. They are in their late sixties, and a loving couple indeed - loving in the sense that they showed their concern for each other.
We were supposed to leave but decided to stay a little longer and to leave after them.
When we walked to the car park, I saw them standing in the hot sun trying to stop a taxi but in vain. My wife agreed that we gave them a lift if they were on our way.
They were delighted by our offer and for a moment I thought I had made a great mistake. They started to tell us their story until we reached their house.
They insisted that my wife and I should come in for a cup of tea and reluctantly we obliged.
It was a double-story terrace in a respected residential area which is actually out of our way home. The first thing that struck me was to write about them to which my wife kept reminding me to be sensitive about people’s life.
I asked and they obliged except that I should keep certain privacy and where they are staying. I think I had given my wife my best cynical smile how my “charm” could work on people.
Along our way home, I began to recall what I had read about parents and their children staying apart. I remembered one particular fantastic piece and was inspired by it.
Now, I am writing in my own way to tell you this touching story about this couple living together in their golden years. I hope you will enjoy it.
My child, your mother and I now live a comfortable life and we cherish all the happy years we shared together. Now you all have grown up to lead your own life and this has become a blessing to us.
When you were born I remembered how I rushed to the hospital without my denture. Your mother had hardly recovered from her birth pain was amused to see how excited I was. But then, you were just a baby to know that you were born into a family where luxury was not there to welcome you.
You came into our lives, a gift from above to cherish and love. Each day was a joy for us to treasure and to see you grow. Your smile and little frame moved our world. We had no complaints when you lay awake the moment we want to sleep. Your mother had to pat and coax you to sleep while her own eyes were heavy looking after you the whole day. She fell asleep not realizing that you still want to play.
I hated myself because I could not afford a babysitter but your mother had no complaints because she had you.
We know the reasons why you chose not to stay because we have become too grumpy. Not only we don’t see you often but also we have become strangers to our own grandchildren. Perhaps I have forgotten how to hold a baby but do you know my arms still remember?
Sometimes your mother would stand beside your empty bed and I pretended not to take notice. Your empty bed has so many fond memories to us.
Yes, I grumbled about your late nights and you took me for a pest. You could not remember the same way you grumbled when I refused to buy you toys because I don’t have the money.
Only if you have the time to listen then you will understand what I have to say. But time is the enemy that has made us fall apart.
If only you have a little patience, I could slowly remember what I have forgotten to do. And could you remember what you had forgotten to take to school and I had to rush it for you?
You called me names and that was cruel. I gave you a pet name because you are precious.
You stopped me from driving and sold my car so afraid that I might hurt myself. But you have forgotten how I held you in my arms with an umbrella over our heads. I wanted to keep you dry and I was drenched waist down.
I laid in front of the television inadvertently fell asleep and you rudely awaken me with your string of complaints. But you did not know I could hardly stay awake waiting for you to walk in the door.
Years had swiftly past by leaving your mother and me to keep each other safe. We have learnt to live in our own surreal world with a fervent hope to see you walk in with our grandchildren.
Perhaps you are too ashamed of us but your mother is still so protective of your long absence by keep kidding herself that you are busy. Are you?
By growing old, we have become a nuisance to ourselves. Senility has not overwhelmed us yet, except for our slow movements to get things done. You could not remember our patience when you started to learn how to recognize the alphabets, could you?
I wish for your mother to leave first than me. Again you will be annoyed by what I have said. I may be heartless but I am practical. I may be selfish but I am open-minded. If I leave first then who is going to look after her? All the memories will be too excruciating for her to rekindle.
The house will be empty when we are gone. I don’t want each day you wake up and blame yourself for knowing us too little for too long.
The only house we have is filled with the dwindling warmth- the warmth that has harnessed your parents love for you. Perhaps when the day comes, you will be standing beside our empty bed like a ritual you mother had done thinking about you.
To our new found friends, my wife and I thank you dearly because your story has taught us how to live with life. And to all young people who feel their parents are a burden, please take a moment to reflect over the reminiscence of your younger days how you were loved by them.
No Child Is Too Ugly, No Parent Is Too Poor. This adage has all to tell how we should understand filial-piety.
We were supposed to leave but decided to stay a little longer and to leave after them.
When we walked to the car park, I saw them standing in the hot sun trying to stop a taxi but in vain. My wife agreed that we gave them a lift if they were on our way.
They were delighted by our offer and for a moment I thought I had made a great mistake. They started to tell us their story until we reached their house.
They insisted that my wife and I should come in for a cup of tea and reluctantly we obliged.
It was a double-story terrace in a respected residential area which is actually out of our way home. The first thing that struck me was to write about them to which my wife kept reminding me to be sensitive about people’s life.
I asked and they obliged except that I should keep certain privacy and where they are staying. I think I had given my wife my best cynical smile how my “charm” could work on people.
Along our way home, I began to recall what I had read about parents and their children staying apart. I remembered one particular fantastic piece and was inspired by it.
Now, I am writing in my own way to tell you this touching story about this couple living together in their golden years. I hope you will enjoy it.
My child, your mother and I now live a comfortable life and we cherish all the happy years we shared together. Now you all have grown up to lead your own life and this has become a blessing to us.
When you were born I remembered how I rushed to the hospital without my denture. Your mother had hardly recovered from her birth pain was amused to see how excited I was. But then, you were just a baby to know that you were born into a family where luxury was not there to welcome you.
You came into our lives, a gift from above to cherish and love. Each day was a joy for us to treasure and to see you grow. Your smile and little frame moved our world. We had no complaints when you lay awake the moment we want to sleep. Your mother had to pat and coax you to sleep while her own eyes were heavy looking after you the whole day. She fell asleep not realizing that you still want to play.
I hated myself because I could not afford a babysitter but your mother had no complaints because she had you.
We know the reasons why you chose not to stay because we have become too grumpy. Not only we don’t see you often but also we have become strangers to our own grandchildren. Perhaps I have forgotten how to hold a baby but do you know my arms still remember?
Sometimes your mother would stand beside your empty bed and I pretended not to take notice. Your empty bed has so many fond memories to us.
Yes, I grumbled about your late nights and you took me for a pest. You could not remember the same way you grumbled when I refused to buy you toys because I don’t have the money.
Only if you have the time to listen then you will understand what I have to say. But time is the enemy that has made us fall apart.
If only you have a little patience, I could slowly remember what I have forgotten to do. And could you remember what you had forgotten to take to school and I had to rush it for you?
You called me names and that was cruel. I gave you a pet name because you are precious.
You stopped me from driving and sold my car so afraid that I might hurt myself. But you have forgotten how I held you in my arms with an umbrella over our heads. I wanted to keep you dry and I was drenched waist down.
I laid in front of the television inadvertently fell asleep and you rudely awaken me with your string of complaints. But you did not know I could hardly stay awake waiting for you to walk in the door.
Years had swiftly past by leaving your mother and me to keep each other safe. We have learnt to live in our own surreal world with a fervent hope to see you walk in with our grandchildren.
Perhaps you are too ashamed of us but your mother is still so protective of your long absence by keep kidding herself that you are busy. Are you?
By growing old, we have become a nuisance to ourselves. Senility has not overwhelmed us yet, except for our slow movements to get things done. You could not remember our patience when you started to learn how to recognize the alphabets, could you?
I wish for your mother to leave first than me. Again you will be annoyed by what I have said. I may be heartless but I am practical. I may be selfish but I am open-minded. If I leave first then who is going to look after her? All the memories will be too excruciating for her to rekindle.
The house will be empty when we are gone. I don’t want each day you wake up and blame yourself for knowing us too little for too long.
The only house we have is filled with the dwindling warmth- the warmth that has harnessed your parents love for you. Perhaps when the day comes, you will be standing beside our empty bed like a ritual you mother had done thinking about you.
To our new found friends, my wife and I thank you dearly because your story has taught us how to live with life. And to all young people who feel their parents are a burden, please take a moment to reflect over the reminiscence of your younger days how you were loved by them.
No Child Is Too Ugly, No Parent Is Too Poor. This adage has all to tell how we should understand filial-piety.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Why “Two” Is A Beautiful Word?
I cannot think of anything that does not “take two” to complete as a whole. It takes two sexes to generate reproduction, it takes two to tango, it takes two hands to clap and I can continue with the “it takes two” to no end.
Beauty and adversity walk side by side, a king needs his jester, a damsel in distress waits for her knight in shinning armour, and politically, the ruling party has to face its opposition. These phrases do not have to mention the “two” yet they encompass the numerical reality.
Two is a beautiful number even in the anatomy (how you are going to perceive it to be, is entirely your prerogative) like the eyes for example.
To correlate this topic, I would rather touch a little on the coming by-election in Hulu Selangor. We will be seeing two giants at each other throat and if any spoil spot (Independent candidate) comes along, which is a crowd, it will be wiped out with the deposit vanishing in the air.
It will be interesting to see how one washes the other dirty linens in the “ceramahs” while the other half of the two is trying to clean up the dirty linens with detergent of politics in order to stay viable.
What a mess it will be when two “ceramahs” are held at the same vicinity by two taunting parties. So, you and I (again two) will be having a tough time lending them our two ears to listen at two different directions!
We go and return from the “ceramahs” (again two physical actions) listen and get angry (two emotional exertions) discuss with friends and argue (two verbal efforts) and all ends in anxiety that can sum up in two words – Barisan Nasional or Parkatan Rakyat to win in the by-election!
Watch this humorous video clip about the “two things” we do and I am sure you will agree with me that “two” is really a beautiful word!
Beauty and adversity walk side by side, a king needs his jester, a damsel in distress waits for her knight in shinning armour, and politically, the ruling party has to face its opposition. These phrases do not have to mention the “two” yet they encompass the numerical reality.
Two is a beautiful number even in the anatomy (how you are going to perceive it to be, is entirely your prerogative) like the eyes for example.
To correlate this topic, I would rather touch a little on the coming by-election in Hulu Selangor. We will be seeing two giants at each other throat and if any spoil spot (Independent candidate) comes along, which is a crowd, it will be wiped out with the deposit vanishing in the air.
It will be interesting to see how one washes the other dirty linens in the “ceramahs” while the other half of the two is trying to clean up the dirty linens with detergent of politics in order to stay viable.
What a mess it will be when two “ceramahs” are held at the same vicinity by two taunting parties. So, you and I (again two) will be having a tough time lending them our two ears to listen at two different directions!
We go and return from the “ceramahs” (again two physical actions) listen and get angry (two emotional exertions) discuss with friends and argue (two verbal efforts) and all ends in anxiety that can sum up in two words – Barisan Nasional or Parkatan Rakyat to win in the by-election!
Watch this humorous video clip about the “two things” we do and I am sure you will agree with me that “two” is really a beautiful word!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Hilarity Of Romance
Tonight, I have the mood to write about romance (too much anger about politics is a vexation to one’s health).
How humdrum life will be without a touch of romance to spice up our life. Be it a world of fantasy or down to earth, everyone has something to say about romance.
Some may want it to be cynical, meaningful, sad, cute or even funny, it does not matter because it is a matter of interpretations.
Romance is the passion we feel a need to share the time with someone and naturally leaves the excitement to bring about a relationship.
Once the feelings, one has for another are reciprocated, the intensity is inflamed for physical closeness. The touch, smell, caresses and the encasing of two human bodies will send the high-octane passion till kingdom come.
A romantic getaway for the weekend just for two is a genuine desire wanting to be left alone to enjoy each other company.
The beauty is in the whispers of sweet nothing when the utterance of pleasure has found its way into the ears.
In the lighter veins of romance, this is what whispering sweet nothing is about.
My love is written with my own blood so you know it comes straight from my heart. (Sounds a little eerie but music to the ears).
Every night I talk to the stars pretending it is you who are so far away and now I have you in my arms. (A romantic wacko who cannot estimate distance).
I cry the time that you almost left for another and my soul dies for you. (Then, how the heck you are still around?)
Even my last teardrop falls I will still stand tall. (This one sucks).
My eyes cry for you, my empty arms reach out for you. (If romance is going to be so difficult, it is better to be anointed as a monk or nun).
We can’t help it could we? Any word spontaneously whispered at the very moment of ecstasy, it excites the lustrous moment and allow sanity to evaporate into the night.
Even at the brink of collapse, the silent tension will fill the serenity of the night and to be caressed by the jealous breeze sneaking into the privacy.
This is the language of romance which requires no tutorial. It is innate and primordial in the romantic sense.
And if anyone is at the crossroad of uncertainty, sit up and remember what whispering sweet nothing is about and unshackle what has frozen inside you.
Let yourself free like a bird who knows no bound and be intrigued by your own imagination!
Well, if you agree with me, tell your friends. And if you don’t (don’t tell me) otherwise you are a nut!
Don’t take what I have written too seriously but for mere hilarity!
How humdrum life will be without a touch of romance to spice up our life. Be it a world of fantasy or down to earth, everyone has something to say about romance.
Some may want it to be cynical, meaningful, sad, cute or even funny, it does not matter because it is a matter of interpretations.
Romance is the passion we feel a need to share the time with someone and naturally leaves the excitement to bring about a relationship.
Once the feelings, one has for another are reciprocated, the intensity is inflamed for physical closeness. The touch, smell, caresses and the encasing of two human bodies will send the high-octane passion till kingdom come.
A romantic getaway for the weekend just for two is a genuine desire wanting to be left alone to enjoy each other company.The beauty is in the whispers of sweet nothing when the utterance of pleasure has found its way into the ears.
In the lighter veins of romance, this is what whispering sweet nothing is about.My love is written with my own blood so you know it comes straight from my heart. (Sounds a little eerie but music to the ears).
Every night I talk to the stars pretending it is you who are so far away and now I have you in my arms. (A romantic wacko who cannot estimate distance).
I cry the time that you almost left for another and my soul dies for you. (Then, how the heck you are still around?)
Even my last teardrop falls I will still stand tall. (This one sucks).
My eyes cry for you, my empty arms reach out for you. (If romance is going to be so difficult, it is better to be anointed as a monk or nun).
We can’t help it could we? Any word spontaneously whispered at the very moment of ecstasy, it excites the lustrous moment and allow sanity to evaporate into the night.
Even at the brink of collapse, the silent tension will fill the serenity of the night and to be caressed by the jealous breeze sneaking into the privacy.
This is the language of romance which requires no tutorial. It is innate and primordial in the romantic sense.
And if anyone is at the crossroad of uncertainty, sit up and remember what whispering sweet nothing is about and unshackle what has frozen inside you.
Let yourself free like a bird who knows no bound and be intrigued by your own imagination!
Well, if you agree with me, tell your friends. And if you don’t (don’t tell me) otherwise you are a nut!
Don’t take what I have written too seriously but for mere hilarity!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
RAKYAT BANTAH GST
GAGALKAN SEBELUM TERLAMBAT
GAGALKAN SEBELUM TERLAMBAT
Jawatankuasa Mei 1, 2010 terdiri daripada badan bukan kerajaan , kumpulan masyarakat dan parti-parti politik akan menganjurkan Himpunan Mei 1, 2010 untuk memperingati perjuangan pekerja dunia dan memperkasakan kaum pekerja di Malaysia.
Sambutan tahun ini juga akan fokus kepada isu semasa iaitu CUKAI GST.
Maka Himpunan tahun ini juga akan merupakan maklumbalas kepada kerajaan mengenai CUKAI GST!
TARIKH : 1 MEI 2010
MASA : 10.00 AM
TEMPAT: DATARAN MERDEKA ( PERHIMPUNAN & PERARAKAN)
When the name Nostradamus (Michael de Nostredame, December 14, 1503 – July 1, 1566) is mentioned, many know who he is. His prophecies of the future that of annihilation affecting the human beings have come true.
What 2012 holds for the homo-sapiens? Nostradamus predicted that major wars and disasters will happen around this time - to be precise December 21st 2012 – the end of the world?
The frightening fact is that the Mayan calendar ends on this date and year, and many contemporary doomsday believers conveniently use this date to match their own prophecy.
Nostradamus a Frenchman, and the Mayan, the Mexican natives are living in a world apart. How could they come to the same conclusion of this new millennium apocalypse? It is a coincidence perhaps! I beg to differ because I believe that a significant astronomical event will occur and to what magnitude will be beyond our imagination.
What we are experiencing now from the various catastrophes are not far from the dreaded truth. In the different parts of the world, emerged the wrath of Mother Nature. If we are going to take these signs for granted then we have no one to blame except our own species.
However, where are the believers of the millennium apocalypse going to go when the time comes? Perhaps it is better to go to another realm away from Earth to start living life again.
Psst… come June 2010 (this year mind you), the world shares market will crash and it is going to start in New York. People will have no more tears to cry except “blood” oozing from their eyes.
Anytime this year, snow will melt in the North Pole and flood will be everywhere. We will not have enough clean water to drink.
If we are lucky, we will not be hit so fast and badly but can we escape from 2012?
So to all the ugly politicians who have squandered and still squandering the country’s wealth, you will be swimming in the “ringgit” when the time comes. For people who are not in your “league”, they will be looking down from above and rolling on the ground laughing themselves silly.
Where will you be going with all the “wang ringgit” when neither heaven nor hell wants you?
What 2012 holds for the homo-sapiens? Nostradamus predicted that major wars and disasters will happen around this time - to be precise December 21st 2012 – the end of the world?
The frightening fact is that the Mayan calendar ends on this date and year, and many contemporary doomsday believers conveniently use this date to match their own prophecy.Nostradamus a Frenchman, and the Mayan, the Mexican natives are living in a world apart. How could they come to the same conclusion of this new millennium apocalypse? It is a coincidence perhaps! I beg to differ because I believe that a significant astronomical event will occur and to what magnitude will be beyond our imagination.
What we are experiencing now from the various catastrophes are not far from the dreaded truth. In the different parts of the world, emerged the wrath of Mother Nature. If we are going to take these signs for granted then we have no one to blame except our own species.
However, where are the believers of the millennium apocalypse going to go when the time comes? Perhaps it is better to go to another realm away from Earth to start living life again.
Psst… come June 2010 (this year mind you), the world shares market will crash and it is going to start in New York. People will have no more tears to cry except “blood” oozing from their eyes.
Anytime this year, snow will melt in the North Pole and flood will be everywhere. We will not have enough clean water to drink.
If we are lucky, we will not be hit so fast and badly but can we escape from 2012?
So to all the ugly politicians who have squandered and still squandering the country’s wealth, you will be swimming in the “ringgit” when the time comes. For people who are not in your “league”, they will be looking down from above and rolling on the ground laughing themselves silly.
Where will you be going with all the “wang ringgit” when neither heaven nor hell wants you?
Monday, March 29, 2010
By-Election
Once again the 10th. by-election is on the way in Hulu Selangor. As of 2008 there were 63,593 registered voters and we should be seeing at least another 1% increase in turnout compared to the 47,845 recorded in the same year.
This is going to be a difficult by-election to predict who has the winning edge between Barisan Nasional and Pakatan Rakyat at this point of time.
The candidates are imperative and the ceramahs to come will indicate the possible win.
Not only the candidates to be nominated are important, but also the people’s acceptance to the choice by the political parties.
I will go for broke in this coming by-election for Pakatan Rakyat to retain the seat, despite to be in the dark about who is going to be nominated. PR has the choices to pick the most appropriate candidate from the academia, former politicians or respected public figures.
From the nomination day onwards, it will be “lets rock n roll” for political enthusiasts and concerned citizens in all the ceramah nights.
Lets turn back the pages of time to Bagan Pinang by-election to feast the eyes on the fanfare during the nomination day. Can the nomination day at Hulu Selangor match the nomination day of the 9th. by-election in Bagan Pinang?
Watch the video clips . . .
This is going to be a difficult by-election to predict who has the winning edge between Barisan Nasional and Pakatan Rakyat at this point of time.
The candidates are imperative and the ceramahs to come will indicate the possible win.
Not only the candidates to be nominated are important, but also the people’s acceptance to the choice by the political parties.
I will go for broke in this coming by-election for Pakatan Rakyat to retain the seat, despite to be in the dark about who is going to be nominated. PR has the choices to pick the most appropriate candidate from the academia, former politicians or respected public figures.
From the nomination day onwards, it will be “lets rock n roll” for political enthusiasts and concerned citizens in all the ceramah nights.
Lets turn back the pages of time to Bagan Pinang by-election to feast the eyes on the fanfare during the nomination day. Can the nomination day at Hulu Selangor match the nomination day of the 9th. by-election in Bagan Pinang?
Watch the video clips . . .
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