FREEEEEDOM

Before anything, let me say that the below post is about a imaginary country called OkayLand…why OkayLand one might ask? Simply because every damn freaking thing also okay. Let it be said that the residents there are quite happy in general ( some maybe acting, some maybe no choice ) except for some very, very, very, very minor issues….so the story starts…

Once upon a time in OkayLand, there was this sudden and super rush for Aspirins which caused the price of the product to go limit up three times in a day ( higher than the volatile stock market woooh ). At the end, a tablet costs more than a gram of gold….such was the demand…FUUUUYOOOOH! The ones that were not smitten by the onset of headache were asking around….WHY AR? WHY LIKE THIS AR? In the end, they happen to stumble across some documents that were left lying around after the owner’s head blew up from acute headache. Below is the excerpt that was extracted and emailed a godzillion times around the world:

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What can we write? What can we blog about? What is freedom of speech?

Lately this has been a super big issue to the blogging community, to the "G" men, to the ones that know nuts, to the ones that think they know nuts, to the ones that are trying to show they exist, etc….On going threats of revoking ones "C" are still flying around like superflys….but what sort of proof are they based on?

Proof that the blog/domain is registered in a person’s name?
Waalooooooo, can someone have used a person’s name to register a certain domain or whatever that is out there? If so then how?

Based on the IP address?
Waalooo again! anybody home? IP address? So what if the IP is traced back to someone? Got video recording that he/she is the culprit ar? Got ar? Got ar? Can some Tom, Dick or Harry be using your laptop OR desktop when you were not around? Can ar? Can or not? Can ar? Finger prints? CSI meh…check where? AFIS ( Automated Fingerprint Identification System ) ar?

Based on mac address?
How many million times must it be said that mac address can be changed? Go buy a "Computer For Idiots" book and learn loh. Can even change it to your vital statistics maaaa….niamah!

What then? What? Where? How? Why?

What principle are there arresting people on?
GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT AR?

"Aiyooo….want to write also so difficult…got splitting headache everyday…aspirin price going up…no money to eat but need money to buy aspirin…how? how?" the blown headed author wrote.

Why there so like this one ar? Write cannot, publish cannot, sing also cannot ( after people misunderstand lyrics veli susah wooooh ).

Aarrrrgggg…..

**** End of document ****

And they all live, happily freaking after because nothing can be done and nothing can be said. They are at present living with this principle in mind "SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL and SPEAK NO EVIL" for fear of EVIL…muahahahahaha

I dunno who is the writer, I just post only maaaaaa…..

2 every1 his/her OWN….....

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Here We Go Again

Here we go again!! The footy season has started at last…wooohooooo!!!

English Premier League and the German Bundesliga have both completed their first round of matches with some startling results posted ( Spanish Primera La Liga will start in a month ).

Luckily for me, wifey is quite understanding towards my obsession with the game ( on and off the field )….a game which she terms as “funny” because it entails twenty two grown men running around a field, chasing each other while trying their best to poke a ball into a net…hehehehe.

Her understanding and appreciation of the game changed when she followed me to one of my weekly futsal ( indoor footy ) games. She was quite taken aback by the speed, skill and teamwork required to “poke” a goal out of nothing ( skill and teamwork I have, speed? Old liao loh ) not to mention the sweat that was dripping from the players after a game.

Come footy season, I will normally be parked in front of my “lappy” ( Saturdays and Sundays after completing my chores ), happily scrutinizing the live results. I am a healthy footy punter you see…healthy here means I bet small ( RM50-100 ) and bang BIG if only I am winning. Wifey knows about this and she is ok as long as I am in control…..

I have seen too many punters getting in trouble by betting out of their means and I DO NOT any plan to follow their footsteps, be it present or future. By saying that, I have to give my online bookie a ring to reduce my allowable betting limit, the bugger gave me a credit limit of RM100k to play with….shit! I personally think that an amount of RM10k should be more than enough for me to indulge and maintain a healthy pastime as I normally don’t collect my winnings until the end of the season or vice versa. So far the football gods have been kind to me and I hope that it remains that way simply because I am of the believe that no one will win if they gamble continuously.

With the saying of “THOU SHALL NOT WONDER FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, FOR THEY TOLL FOR THEE” ringing in my head…..I raise my imaginary glass to the new 2007 footy season….may everyone win/beat the pants off the Bookies and may all the wifeys in the world be of super duper understanding of this “funny” phenomenon….

Hmmmm, should 4D be counted as a “funny” game, I wonder?

2 every1 his/her OWN…………………

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Concert 2007

Today was quite a special day for me because at last I get to attend my younger son’s ( Ivan ) concert at Tadika Caritas.

I missed my elder son’s concert because I was posted to Sudan at that time…..man, was I down in the dumps then. Even the efforts of my workers could not bring a smile to my face because it really felt as though as I have let him down big time! Wifey told me over the satellite phone that Isaac was asking why I pulled a no show on him…aaarrg! the pain, the pain. Luckily Isaac has since forgiven me for not showing up at his concert ( it wasn’t easy to get him to forgive me ).

The day started at 4.30pm for Ivan simply because that’s the time wifey started to bathe him. Suddenly there were sounds of screaming and I immediately rushed out to see what the commotion was about.

Sheeeeeesh! It was wifey applying make up for Ivan…..our friend was screaming and laughing his head off, so was his Isaac. My remark of him looking like achicken backside did not help the situation at all. The “HAHAHA and HEHEHEHE” continued until we were in the car.

Arrive at Ivan’s kindergarden at 5.30pm because that’s the time stipulated to parents to bring their kids. There was chaos everywhere I turned and looked….kids were running here and there, everywhere you turned, there were little ones…some laughing, some crying. The teachers were having hell of a time controlling the situation because it seems that this year’s concert is a joint one between morning session and afternoon. My mum ( she is a teacher in the kindergarden ) was busy preparing her class for the long night ahead.



Like clockwork, the concert started sharp at 7.00pm. Got me a concert schedule from one of the volunteers and my first reaction was to slap myself in the head because there were like about 30 acts in all…..and Ivan dance was slotted 3rd from last.

On the whole, it was a nice concert…there were lively dances and acts and singing. I saw a few cute kids who really stood out from the rest because of their natural ability to dance. There was this little girl dancing to the tune of “Dancing Queen”…she was twisting and jiving and smiling all at the same time….she was that cute.

Then came Ivan’s turn…our friend walk on stage with his group and started to wave to the crowd!!! To my surprise the crowd clapped and cheered him…hahahahaha. I was thinking to myself “this is one natural bugger”. Ivan ended by blowing kisses to the crowd and took his place waiting for the cue to start. Chicken Little’s theme song was played and they started to do the chicken little dance….boy, was I laughing like mad! Managed to get some pictures before I switch to video mode because I plan to show him what we were looking and seeing. The dance ended to applause from the crowd and as if on cue, all of them took a bow….it was very nice choreographing by his class teacher ( I told her that afterwards ).

The night ended soon afterwards and I was caught by the Principal ( Mrs. Singh ) to help dismantle the stage. Couldn’t say no because:
1) She was my mum’s boss.
2) She was my teacher when I attended the kindergarden…yes, it was that long.

Mrs. Singh told my wifey to help herself to the dinner that was prepared for the teachers and helpers while I was put through the grinder. Boy, I must say that Mrs. Singh is still the same slave driver she was before! Jokes aside, she is a nice woman and I respect her a lot.

Reached home at about 10.00 p.m and immediately help bathe the kids. They were in dreamland by the time I finished my bath. Talked and laughed with wifey about the night’s events before she called it a day.

Me? Post in blog la…apa lagi? Need to knock off asap because tomorrow is Sunday School day for Ivan and Isaac and I am the official driver….

2 every1 his/her OWN……………….

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The Migration Path

A reply posted by Judy got me thinking wheels spinning about a subject called “migration”….

What does one have to do in order to plan for migration?
What are the consequences before and after?
Will there be any negative forced feedback on my kids?
Will wifey be able to handle it? What are the processes involved, will the processes be one off thingy or will it be constantly variable?
Which country is best for my family?

I have if fact spoken to wifey on this matter quite a number of times but her response was lukewarm…..not positive not negative..

The course of my work has taken me to many countries. I am glad to say that my experience with diverse cultures has given me some inkling as to which type of living conditions to aim for.

Apart from the red tape, the ideal country should :
- not have any race discrimination
- treat all their citizens equally
- have enough opportunity for one to eke out a living
- have four seasons
- have a good education system

Don’t get me wrong, I am not implying that BolehLand is no good, its just that if I can provide a better life for my family then I see no reason for the move. Hey, I don’t mind driving a cab if it’s the only means to support my family so what the heck?

I told wifey that my dream is to enroll my kids in an International Golf Institution where they can have alternatives of learning the art of golfing and have a good education at the same time.

By saying that, I don’t mean to say that my kids are pro material but if they can make it then so be it…at least there are alternatives looking what the professional golfers in Europe and US are getting in terms of sponsorships, royalties and prize money. Take that and compare that with what the athletes are getting here in BolehLand…ptuuui, we don’t even have a practical and stable platform to groom young and aspiring athletes. It was one of the major factor which prompt my to retire from playing football for our National Team ( stopped at under 21 bracket )….no bloody future…aaahhh feels so good to let it out after keeping it in for so many years.

Have already started to take my kids to the driving range…hopefully they will get hooked and one day tell their Dad that they want to pursue a career in golf. I don’t mind sending them even if me and wifey can’t afford to go…..I just hope that they can make something out of it. They are always welcomed home after completing their studies if the sport of golf is not to their liking…no problemo. Will send them even if it means I have to slog day and night like a dog….just to give them a chance for a better life.

No plans for migrating now but in the future if I can afford it or by forced situation…who knows? All I can say that it is definitely on the cards……

2 every1 his/her OWN……………..

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1 + 1 = ??

I sometimes wonder what “They” ( cannot mention or citizenship kena revoke ) is trying to accomplish with the education system here…bunch of bumbling clods!

During my time there was SRP, SPM, STPM ( I forgot what the Standard Five was named ), now there’s PKSR, UPSR, etc….

The present system has BM maintained as a compulsory passing subject but Maths and Science’s syllabus has been changed to Eng….bugger! I would have scored like hell if they changed it during my time. For your info, all of the schools now are employing something they call “Kelas Permulihan” BUT it only applies for Standard One students.

The said class is supposedly used to assist students weak in BM to improve on their command of the BM language. The way “they” segregate students is to have them take a test and isolate the “weak” ones. The “weak” ones will then be taught super simple BM…eg. A for Api, B for Bola. How do “they” expect the students to improve with such elementary teachings? Are “they” not supposed to teach them more than what the normal syllabus require? What kind of moronic idiots are we dealing with here?

Don’t “they” know that it is very demoralizing for a child to be segregated between “good” and “no good”? Wonder how will “they” feel if we segregate and call them stupid bastards ( they are that stupid anyway ).

The students will then have to sit for a Government Exam after a few months!! Is a few months enough for the students to make the required transition from Kindergarden? How fair is that for the students in question?

Why have BM as the medium for segregation? Why not use two of the most commonly spoken language ( BM and Eng ) here in BolehLand as the parameter for selection? The best joke is that most children nowadays can speak better Eng than the bunch of morons we call teachers. I heard that they are trying to change back the teaching medium for Maths and Science to BM…WHAT THE HVUCK is wrong with these people?

As for me, I feel that the root cause of the change has nothing to do with the syllabus but its with the freaking problematic primary school teachers ( note the word primary )….maybe they should go for “KELAS PERMULIHAN” taught by the supposedly “weak” students in order to improve their Eng.

It is very sad to see that the teaching syllabus has “de”progressed to such a sorry state. What can one do? Nothing!!! Except to do the teachers’ job of educating our own children at home…..bunch of bloody gaji buta buggers!

How I wish that I could meet the stupid moron(s) who set and approved this guideline for segregation…it would really make my day to bitchslap them senseless ( too much to ask huh? ).

The below stated explanation for the acronyms used above is for safeguarding my citizenship:

BM = Big Mother / Big Mama / Bull Mastiff / Blue Magpie
Eng = England
Morons = morons
Bitchslap = bitchslap
Primary School Teachers = They who know everything except anything
Gaji Buta = Getting paid while shitting
Stupid = el stooopido
BolehLand = A place where it rains money and everything is made of gold.
Idiots = individuals who know every damn thing
Clods = close relations of cod fish
Bumbling = a movement with ballet like grace
Bastards = Of nobel blood / Blue Blood
What The Hvuck = an expression used when one is happy and on cloud nine
“They” = God like creatures

So there…….

2 every1 his/her OWN……………

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