Corrupt morons?

Today my colleague showed me an article from the chinese newspaper "Sin Chew" which totally shocked and appalled me. It showed officers in the Selangor secretariat's office shredding official documents. But since I can't read chinese I went online wanting to see whether this was reported in the official English newspapers, and I was disgusted that it was not covered in the The Star or NST. They covered the IGP saying that no such thing as destroying official documents were happening (bull!!) So being absolutely disgusted with these "corrupt morons" (as a friend so aptly calls them) here are some links of the article & pictures: http://subangjayan.blogspot.com/2008/03/selangor-state-official-destroying.html

http://rafza.blogspot.com/2008/03/abang-z-past-away-selangor-document.html

http://shashinki.com/blog/2008/03/11/selangor-state-officers-destroy-documentssulit/

If I had any doubt on my not voting for BN, this has totally cemented my voting for the opposition. How can we let these "corrupt morons" continue to do such things to us citizens?? Right now I'm waiting for what UMNO has to say about how their wonderful MB has been behaving. Or will they just keep quiet, do nothing, shut the media up and hope we forget by the next election?? The irony of all the hoo-haa abt needing to do a post-mortem on why BN lost so many seats. Are they stupid, blind or deaf??? Or rather maybe they wished all of us citizens were stupid, blind and deaf??

Elections; did you vote?

For the first time in 29 years, I went to vote on Saturday. I was pleasantly surprised as there were no lines, no waiting (could this BE happening in Malaysia?? ;) hehe) and the whole experience was pretty cool. I suddenly felt so adult and responsible. Doing my duty as a responsible citizen! :) No surprise that I voted for the opposition. Not something or opinion that I've been hiding from everyone. But the point of this post is... it felt great to vote :) I felt that I made a difference (especially since all the results came out). Its really easy to "talk" politics, complain and gripe about all the s**t that happens in the govt. Abt how this MB is doing this, not doing that, makan duit, blah blah blah... but soooooooooooooooooo many ppl just do that... "talk". That's all they do. Bcos when I asked quite a number of young working adults, ALOT (and I mean ALOT) are not even registered to vote!! OK, I'm not the most patriotic person around, but the one time you can do something about making a change, you don't. Then why complain??!! Live with the s**t, cos you made the s**t happen by not voting. On saturday night, watching the results come in on ntv7, they shared that this election, there were only approx 1,500 new voters registered. I asked "so little???? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE???" Where are all the people who loveeeeeeeeeee to talk politics?? However in 2006, there were 14 THOUSANDchinese people (yes in thousands) migrated or gave up their citizenship. It is so sad...Is that how we make a change? By leaving? Anyway, now that the elections are over and the results are out. Let's see if the change has made a difference, I seriously seriously hope and pray that it will make a difference. It is time for a change.

R.I.P. ....

My 3 cactus have all died :( To those that were making such a ruckus about it being bad luck and all (pls refer to my old blog entry - No to Feng Shui!) , well goes to show my God is stronger!! HAH!

Get a life!!

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD. "I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul. People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good. Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live. I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived"

Its March already....

I haven't written in some time... and wooosssshhhhh, its suddenly March. The year seems to be flying by so I thought I'll start writing again. Things have been hectic, but I just took a holiday and went to Perhentian to relax and do absolutely nothing but sun tan, eat and sleep... so I'm feeling good :) ... the not so good part is i'm back to work. Anyhoo... I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks and months I'll have more to blog. I'll keep this really short and end here cos I want to post another entry... something i read recently ;)