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Voorbeeld:

Ken je de kunstzinnige reisjes nog met je middelbare school? Die naar musea waar je eigenlijk geen interesse in had? Waarbij je na 45 minuten het ganse museum had doorgerend linea recta richting de uitgang om buiten in de kroeg een pilsje te pakken, waar je eigenlijk nog wettelijk gezien net te jong voor was, maar wat veel stoerder was dan naar een suf schilderij te koekeloeren?

Ken je dan ook het gevoel dat je had als je langs de schilderijen sprintte dat je weleens een schilderij hebt gezien waarvan je dacht, “Eigenlijk best mooi, maar wat ziet die achtergrond er  nep lichtblauw uit”.

Welnu, voor mijn ouders en overige familie: zo was ik natuurlijk niet, ik drink nooit en Kunst gaat boven alles.
Voor de overige lezers; ik heb die gedachte best vaak gehad. Ook bij andere schilderijen. Ik begreep werkelijk niet dat je een schilderij zo verdomd realistisch kunt schilderen, maar dat je bij het schilderen van de achtergrond de waarheid zo verkracht. Ik heb dan ook vaak gedacht “Wat nep… Beetje jammer, als je nu net iets meer moeite had gedaan de kleuren beter te mengen… dan was het tenminste echt goed geweest”.

Nu, voor de verhaalvorming. Twee jaar geleden liep ik op een vrij zonnige ochtend (lees; middag) naar de douche. Het uitzicht van mijn huis is over verschillende Tilburgse huizen en in de verte de Dionsysiuskerk. In mijn ooghoek leek het beeld dat het uitzicht gaf net een schilderij; gelijk kreeg ik de gedachte “Goh wat is die achtergrond nep.”

Intermezzo:
Voor de mensen die nu denken, ‘ditverzintie’; nee, dit dacht ik dus echt.

Mocht je deze gedachte nog nooit hebben gehad, dan kan ik je vertellen: het is een rare gedachte voor jezelf. Ineens besef je namelijk dat jij degene bent die nog nooit duidelijk naar de lucht heeft gekeken en dat er inderdaad soms een intens lichtblauwe hemel met witte schapenwolkjes bestaat. Ergo; ik besefte dus dat ik degene was die jarenlang schilders had verguisd om het overbrengen van iets wat eigenlijk gewoon bestond.

Nu is het niet zo dat ik ineens de schilderijen of schilders beter waardeer dan vroeger; het is eerder zo dat ik het uitzicht op de natuur veel meer waardeer en oprecht vrolijk wordt van een “nep” blauwe lucht. Tegelijkertijd besefte ik me vanaf dat moment dat vaak dingen in het echt veel mooier zijn dan dat ze verzonnen zijn.
Zo kreeg ik rond dezelfde tijd het volgende verhaal te horen, wat voor mij ook totaal vreemd was:

(Waarschuwing: nu ik dit een paar uur na posten nalees, bedenk ik me dat je eerst even adem moet halen omdat het verhaal hieronder in eerste instantie totaal uit de lucht gegrepen lijkt.) (Adem in)(Adem uit).

Twee Afghaanse broers wonen gescheiden van elkaar. De een woont in Amerika, de ander in Afghanistan. Na lange tijd besluiten ze dat het te lang geleden is dat ze elkaar weer gezien hebben en daarom spreken ze af in Kabul. Nu ben ik de exacte datum vergeten, maar laten we zeggen 1 mei (het was namelijk in het voorjaar). Op de dag dat ze elkaar zouden ontmoeten kan de “Amerikaanse” broer de ander niet vinden. Hij schakelt de autoriteiten in omdat hij bang is dat zijn broer iets is overkomen. Na een zoekactie komt de Amerikaanse ambassade erachter wat er mis is gegaan.

Ja, ze hadden inderdaad afgesproken in Kabul.

En ja, ze hadden inderdaad in het voorjaar afgesproken.

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Ze hadden alleen niet gespecificeerd in welk jaar.

Welnu, ik ken geen Westerling dit niet even vreemd opkijkt bij dit verhaal, of niet denkt ‘dit is lulkoek bij de koffie’. En de neiging die denk ik alle Westerse lezers hebben is zeggen; “Ja maar hadden ze dan hun afspraak niet beter kunnen specificeren?”
Waarschijnlijk hadden ze dat voor hun eigen gevoel ook goed genoeg gedaan. Maar nee, wij denken voornamelijk lineair over tijd. Het merendeel van de wereld denkt echter cyclisch en daar kwam ook de miscommunicatie vandaan. De meerderheid van de wereld zal meer begrip kunnen opbrengen voor de gedachtegang van de Afghaanse broer.

Hoe dan ook, zo’n verhaal kun je niet verzinnen omdat het eigenlijk ongeloofwaardig is. Juist daarom vind ik het mooi.

Maar goed, om mijn vage hersenspinsel van de dag af te sluiten: onder het mom van: ‘sommige dingen verzin je niet in Literatuur, maar gebeuren wel in de realiteit’ nog een aantal voorbeelden:

1. Een stripfiguur uit eind jaren ‘80 komt in een Esthetisch Erotisch blad om zowel jong als oud aan het blad te binden.

2. Een Prins en Prinses laten een vakantiekasteel bouwen in een van de meest verpauperde landen ter wereld omdat ze zoveel “binding” met het continent hebben.

3. In Zeeland moet iets gedaan worden aan de zogenaamde zandhonger (door de Deltawerken worden grote hoeveelheden zand van het strand weggeslagen, maar niet meer aangevoerd). Hoe heet de ingenieur die hier iets aan gaat doen? Juist! Van Zanten.

Zelf kun je er vast nog veel meer aan vast plakken.

Die is weer bijna gestreden in Utrecht. Morgen worden de gouden kalveren weer uitgedeeld. Op het Nederlands Film Festival. Ik heb het nog niet bezocht dit jaar. Al meerdere jaren trouwens. Het NFF heeft namelijk een nadeel. Alles wat in het afgelopen jaar aan Nederlandse films geproduceerd is, wordt op dit festival getoond. Er zit dus geen kwaliteitswaarborg aan vast. Zomaar op de gok ergens heen gaan is dus nogal een riskante zet. Voor je het weet zit je drie uur vast in een slaapverwekkende documentaire. En er zitten vast ook hele goeie dingen tussen. Maar dat Nederlandse acteerwerk, daar krijg ik toch vaak de kriebels van. Ik vind het allemaal zo snel nép. Is het natuurlijk ook. Per definitie. Het is ten slotte acteerwerk. Maar u begrijpt vast wat ik bedoel. Zelfs het kalf is een beetje nep. Zeg nou zelf, dit lijkt toch meer op een giraf dan een kalf?

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It was in 1915 in the Far East of Russia, when my great grandma was born. Her name is Park Din Ok and now she lives in Tashkent with her son and his family. She was born just before the October Revolution and in the year 1925, when Lenin’s NEP was passed, her father died. The mother married second time and she was taken to the family of her uncle. As a child she worked about the house and collected herbs. At the age of 16 Din Ok left her uncle’s house to study at boarding school in Nahodka. She studied there till 1937. By this year, the year of Stalin’s repressions, she had already finished 8 grades. Soon together with other Korean people she was deported to Kzyl-Orda, Kazakhstan.

It was very difficult to live in complete solitude without any connections, support, home or money. Fortunately, some time later she found her relatives, living near Tashkent in kolkhoz “Pravda”, and moved to them. There she succeeded to finish school and was planning to enter a teacher’s training college in Ashkhabad. Education was very important for her and she dreamed about teaching herself, about giving knowledge to other people. But the dreams were to fail because the Great Patriotic War burst out. So she went back to Tashkent where she met her future husband.

 A new period of her life began. She has 4 children: a couple of boys and a couple of girls (one of them my grandma is). The time went; children grew up and got their own families. Today we live in different countries and don’t see each other often. So, every time I think about my great grandma I miss her very much. She is the only “ancestor” of mine that I have seen. She still works hard about the house: cooks, washes the dishes, etc. And what is most important, she is active, really intellectual and strong. About ten years ago she injured her leg. The fracture was so serious that she could lose any possibility to walk but she overcame this infirmity. That’s why I adore her inner strength and spiritual power.

     一天，我的一位朋友问我，“你为什么这么爱国？国家都不爱你！”（因为有一次他说他是中国人时我骂了他一顿，再加上他不时把国旗当玩具来玩，也被我教训了）你知道我怎么回答他吗？我毫无悠虑地说：“不是马来西亚不爱我（们〕，是马来西亚政府不爱我（们）！所以21岁后，就懂得怎么做了……”

     相信大家时不时都听到大马人（尤其是华人）说要移民呀，要离开这片土地呀等，为的只是不满被边缘化，不备器中，但你是否有没有想过，你有本事，可以离开，但那些没有本事离开的，他们怎么样？你总不能狠心的扔下他们！毕竟大家都是同一个民族，你走了，谁来与我们一起捍卫我们民族的权益？这是一件自私的行为！

     我不妨跟你说，我一生人中最看不起的人并不是乞丐，也不是强盗，而是那些向外国飞去，而且一去不回头的马来西亚人（华人），因为你生在这片土地上，活在这片土地上,就应该死都要死在这片土地上，并不是说你离开了，就不了了之。

     更何况，你所赚来的钱不是从在这片土地上得来的吗？你敢说不是吗？你在这里赚来的钱，既然把它花在国外？你不觉得荒谬吗？荒谬！你在这里拿了一切，就跑到国外，你算得了什么意思！叛人！

     我在此郑重的希望，你们（大马华人）别再想移民了（包括我在内〕，留下来，还有希望的，毕竟我们在去年的308大选后已露出了曙光……

Now, it is “your turn” Darija! (O: The day before we left Kathmandu we visited Bhaktapur. I think it was different than your stay, because than was the first day of Tihar. As the guide told us, the squares are usually empty (as far as something can be “empty” in Nepal) but than – because of the holiday -  it was full of traders and little markets. In this way I think my pictures and the atmospheres are different, but I hope in a way it can substitute your lost pictures.

Ez már az utolsó templomtér. Szűk négy nap alatt nekünk is elég volt három. Ugyanúgy a newari stílusú épületekkel, és ugyanúgy egy indiai templomot belecsempészve a nepáli kultúrába. Itt is van valami a hinduizmusnak és valami a buddhizmusnak. Ez is tele van a szolgáltatásukat eladni kívánó taxisokkal, guideokkal, és innen is be tudtam volna szerezni egyetlen egy nőtől kereskedelmi mennyiségű nyakláncot. Itt is megnéztük azt a helyet ahol a király élt, és itt is megmutatták melyik templomban vannak az állatáldozások. De mivel a Lonley Planet azt írta, hogy egy napos túra keretében ezt meg kell nézni, hát közel egy napos túra keretében megnéztük.

Viszonyításképp a távolság kb. Budapest – Pomáz… Szentendre, egy előző nap összeszedett, és megbízhatónak ítélt taxissal és annak a megbízhatónak ítélt kocsijával, sebváltójával, akármilyével.

Ahogy kiléptünk az autóból azonnal jött egy fickó, és annak ellenére, hogy nem kérdeztük, elmondta, hogy jegyet kell venni, annak mi az ára, megmutatta hol lehet venni (gyakorlatilag előttünk), odakísért, (hogy még véletlenül se tévedjünk el az egyenes úton), majd a végén elmondta, hogy tulajdonképpen ő egy guide és nagyon szívesen idegenvezetne minket Bhaktapurban. Ezért a szolgáltatásért olyan összeget kért, amiből szerintem alkudni se volt arcunk. Azt gondoltuk, ez nekünk se árt, rajta kifejezetten segít, így belevágtunk a programba.

Bhaktapurról azt érdemes tudni és leginkább azért definiálják kihagyhatatlan programnak, mert ezt a helyet megőrizték olyannak amilyen volt. Miután dolgunkat végeztük a jegyirodában egy kapun keresztül beléphettünk a városba. Azaz a XXI. századból egy lépéssel átkerültünk a XVIII. századba. Egy bizonyos pillanatban úgy éreztem, gondolkodás tekintetében is. Tetszett, de akkor még annyira nem nyűgözött le. Egyrészt ezért, másrészt azért mert a fényviszonyok alkalmatlanok voltak, nem fotóztam. De mivel ott lógott a nyakamban a marha nagy gép, a srác az első templom előtt nagyon kedvesen elmondta, hogy bárhol, csak ott ne nyomjam meg a gombot. Ez volt az állatáldozós templom. Az indok pedig azt volt, hogy annak a templomnak van egy csuda kapuja, és állatáldozásra van berendezve. A fotózását pedig azért tiltják nehogy lemásolják és megjelenjen valahol máshol a nagyvilágban. Hát nem tudom. Mondták volna azt, hogy túl szent vagy bármi, de az gondolom jelen korunkban, ha valaki le akarja másolni az le fogja, ha valaki nem akarja lemásolni hiába van ötszáz képe róla, úgyse fogja. Aztán megnéztük a kötelező köröket, bementünk Az Igazi mandalafestő iskolába (ahol egyébként tényleg fantasztikus mandalákat, elképesztő aprólékossággal festettek, és ha megyek Tibetbe azt hiszem nem fogom megállni, hogy egyet ne hozzak haza), majd elbúcsúztunk ismerősünktől és beültünk egy ház tetei vendéglátóegységbe egy teára. Ami érdekesség, hogy ott úgy csinálják a masala teát, hogy a fűszereket már a kezdetektől beleforralják a tejes vizes lébe. A receptet azaz az instukciókat körbeküldöm és ajánlom a kipróbálni!!!

Bhaktapurból szinte teljesen kizárták a motorizációt. Azt hiszem autókat alig engednek be az óvárosba és motorral is csak azok az emberek közlekedhetnek akik ott laknak. Ez részben láthatatlan, részben nagyon feltűnő. Végülis a város nagyon tetszett, és beállva a sorba az útikönyvek mögé én is azt mondom, hogy kihagyhatatlan. Ami a Durbar squarenek is köszönhető, de számomra leginkább a város valódi múltbéli atmoszférájának és életének. Nekem kellett egy kis idő még átállt erre az ágyam és igazán át tudtam venni a város hangulatát. Onnantól kezdve pedig fantasztikus élmény volt. Pláne miután kiértünk a legnépszerűbb részről, ahol már nem nyomultak a taxisok és a csecsebecseárusok, ahol már nem nekünk akarták eladni a portékákat, ahol végignézhettem ahogy a banánárus kislány az eladandó készletének a felét magába tömi* és csak kószálhattunk arra amerre láttunk.

Ha valaki arra jár, szerintem jó ötlet ott megszállni. Van néhány hotel, de mégse turistagettó. Ezáltal, hogy az ember nap bármely szakában ott lehet, bepillantást nyerhet a helyiek életébe és a tizennyolcadik századba.

Wie heeft het niet gezien, het filmpje van de Deense moeder Karen die opzoek was naar de vader van haar acht maanden oude zoontje August.  De 27-jarige Deense zette vorige week een filmpje op YouTube waarin ze een oproep deed aan de spoorloze vader van de kleine August. Anderhalf jaar geleden had ze een one-night stand met een toerist waarvan ze zich niets meer herinnerd. Toen Karen ’s ochtends wakker werd, was de man weg en zij zwanger… Althans, dat zegt ze.

Bij het filmpje stond een e-mailadres waar mensen met tips, of misschien zelfs de echte vader naar toe kon(den) mailen. Het adres was ‘danishkaren26@gmail.com’. Toen ik dat las begon ik al te twijfelen aan de echtheid van dit filmpje. Wie zet er nou in zijn e-mailadres waar hij of zij vandaan komt? Hebben we hier te maken met een hoax?

Hoax
Op verschillende fora werd al meteen gesproken over een hoax. De één dacht aan een Durex viral, de ander aan een publciteitsstunt van een pamper merk. Het vermoeden dat het hier ging om een hoax werd al snel bevestigd. VisitDenmark, de Deense toeristenorganisatie bleek er achter te zitten. Het ging om een promotiestunt voor Denemarken als vakantieland…

Overnemen
Ik vind het opvallend dat de media het verhaal van Karen, die eigenlijk Ditte Arnth Jorgensen heet en actrice is, klakkeloos overneemt. In geen van de berichten op bijvoorbeeld Nu.nl, Trouw.nl en zelfs DePers.nl bespeur ik een vermoeden dat het gaat om een reclamestunt of hoax. Welke vrouw zoekt nou via YouTube de vader van haar kind? Ontbreekt het de schrijvers aan een beetje common sense?

Het is dit jaar al een aantal keer voorgekomen dat heel opvallend nieuws nep bleek te zijn. Neem een Bassie. Hij zou vorig jaar bij een jonge vrouw uit Heerhugowaard een baby hebben verwekt. Het eerste wat je denkt als je dat hoort is toch ‘yeah right…’? Toch lees je deze berichten altijd en overal terug op internet. Later bleek het natuurlijk om een stunt te gaan van OHRA, waar Bassie net een nieuwe reclame voor had opgenomen.

Bij deze doe ik een beroep op alle redacteuren en journalisten werkend in Nederland: denk twee keer na bij dit soort berichten en geloof niet alles. Daar weten ze bij Shownieuws alles van…

This article is not an academic exercise, but plainly written for the man in the street – a truthful presentation of facts & events. – Paul Chong

Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad

A Tribute with Repute

A once-upon“goreng pisang” seller who would be king.

(banana-fritter)

Yang Amat Berbahagia Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad

Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, former Prime Minister of Malaysia, the man who authored “The Malay Dilemma”is sort of in a state of dilemma with his own retirement after 22 years in power. Initially, he was sacked from the UMNO Supreme Council by Tunku Abdul Rahman, the inaugural Prime Minister, and his book (1970) was banned. That was after the racial riot of May 13, 1969. However, a shrewd, cunning & clever politician that he is, he maneuvered his way back from the political wilderness, and on 16 July 1981 established himself as the fourth Prime Minister of Malaysia. What sort of epitaph awaits him? Only time will tell . . . as it is, his political chess game is not over yet . . .

A doctor by profession, he was born in Alor Setar, Kedah in December 1925. Now 83 years young, he’s still mentally alert & physically fit, except for his heart. The youngest of nine children, his school teacher father was a half Indian, son of a Malayalee muslim from Kerala. Mahathir’s own mother, like his own father’s, was a Malay. In Malaysia, we refer these people of Indian-Malay mix as “Mamak”. He graduated as a medical doctor from King Edward VII Medical College (the present National University of Singapore) where he registered as an Indian. Dr. Siti Hasmah binti Haji Mohamad Ali, a fellow doctor & former classmate & a Malay, became his wife. Together they have four sons & three daughters – all filthy rich. To survive during the Japanese Occupation years, he once sold “goreng pisang” (banana fritter).

He is a bit confused about his racial origin, and like all the other migrants from Indonesia & the Arab world, he claims himself to be a “Bumiputra”, which literally means “sons of the soil” – the kind of status that enjoys all the special rights & privileges conferred by law & legislation. For all other racial components, though similarly born & bred in the country, they are denied of the same status, let alone to beget the entitlements.

People who are not native Malays in Malaysia are generally more ultra & extreme in their outlook. I guess they need to prove their loyalty, so to say. Generally too, they are more aggressive, competitive & able than the average lay-back & traditional easy-going Malays, who are largely confined to the rural areas or on the fringes of towns & cities, which historically were established by the Chinese. The Indian component, apart from those involved as labourers in the rubber estates, are also urban in nature engaged in trade & commerce to some extent or as professional.

During his time of political wilderness, Mahathir wrote and published his little book “The Malay Dilemma” in 1970. It was a political exercise & brilliant ploy to attract attention. In it he was attempting to explain as to why the Malays were lesser off than the Chinese, their lack of economic progress, the reasons for the racial riot of May 13, the contributory factors of incest, in-breeding, heredity & also the environment. He even criticised Tunku Abdul Rahman for favouring the Chinese in his administration. The crux of the matter was he wielded a lot of support from the UMNO & he was back on the political road. The rest they say is history.

At different points in his political life, he was & is a figure of great controversy. He used & abused his political associates, criticising & condemning them once their usefulness was over. His political saga with his former deputy, Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim, is the famous or infamous one. There had been others like Tun Musa Hitam, also once a trusted deputy, Tun Ghaffar Baba, Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, affectionately known as Pak Lah, the Prime Minister preceding the present Dato’ Sri Najib Tun Razak. The present one, raised & supported by him, now appeared to be going on his own way – not listening to him as like Pak Lah. All his big proposed projects have either been shelved or ignored completely. Mahathir is not standing by idly looking on. He is really fuming.

Mahathir is also known to be an outspoken critic of the Westerners. His tongue is either very lose or he’s a big mouth. His quarrels with George Soros, our former Prime Minister Paul Keating, the American or British never failed to hit the headlines. Even across the causeway, he’s not too friendly with Lee Kuan Yew. Here you can sense a tint of jealousy. Mahathir is far from his Singapore rival’s league in terms of recognition, respect & honour. Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew still commands attention in Singapore, he’s a much sought after speaker internationally, & he’s got his name edged in perpetuity in NUS – Lee Kuan Yew School of Public Policy. Singapore, without any natural resources, was doomed to fail after its separation from Malaysia, has outpaced & outrun Malaysia in more ways than one – all attributed to Lee Kuan Yew. Mahathir has a great distrust & distaste for the West – definite big critic for Western globalisation.

In all fairness, Mahathir has had some pluses & credits due to him:

• longest serving Prime Minister in Malaysia – 22 years

• longest serving political leader in Asia

• accredited with setting up the first motor industry – Perodua

• the building of Pernas Twin Tower, then tallest in the world

• also changing the skyline of KL with Telekom Tower

• the building of the North-South Freeway for ease &

  speed of communication

• credited to engineering the rapid modernisation of Malaysia.

These are some of the mega projects at tremendous massive costs to the country. He’s a real successful family man in that his offspring are “fabulously rich”.

When it comes to the question of cost, the public coffer could do without the notorious CCN (more prominent than the CNN of the media world, which came into prominence as a consequence of 9/11 & the Iraq War). However, this CCN, sounds ambiguously like CNN (please confuse them not) stands for Corruption, Cronyism & Nepotism, which are so rampant & deeply rooted that even the most reputable international audit firm wouldn’t dare to handle. This outrageous practice, among those UMNO connected, has & is creating a filthy rich class of people at the expense of the general population & worst of all the poor & deserved society at large, discounting colour, race or creed.

The racial riot of May 13, 1969 marks the water-shed in the history of Malaysia. Prior to this date, there was the unspoken giving & taking that stood at least on a bearable proportion. Since then all hell broke lose and everything of economic value was forcefully ripped off by law & legislation (NEP). Tun Abdul Razak, the second Prime Minister, father of the present Prime Minister, initiated the move with new national education program of language switching from English to Bahasa Malaysia, and the introduction of NEP (New Economic Policy) doing away with the supposedly outdated 5-year Plan.

Of course, the political & economic woes of Malaysia are not attributed entirely to Mahathir. After the initiation launch by Tun Abdul Razak, it was followed by Tun Hussein Onn, & Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi (1999 -2003) who came to power after Mahathir’s retirement. Each had a hand in implementing & perpetuating this grossly unfair & unjust practice of sharing the economic cake & other privileges.

The Telekom Tower featuring Mahathir on its

facade during Merdeka Celebration in 2004.

Mahathir, without doubt, topped them all with his brand of politics. He was the supreme leader – anyone not with him would be deemed to be against him. He ruled with iron fists, did away with the independence of judiciary, the separation of law, law & order completely under his belt . . . the list just goes on.

The once “Goreng Pisang” (Banana Fritter) seller became the king of kings.

For twenty-two years he reigned in glory & supreme.

His reign is over but he is reluctant to let go. He expects to be listened to by Dato’ Sri Najib Tun Razak, the son of Tun Abdul Razak, the man who started it all & who died untimely due to cancer. Najib was really groomed & supported by Mahathir. At the height of May 13, Najib returned from UK as a fresh young inexperienced man & followed his ailing father into politics. He has had an easy ride without an ounce of effort or accomplishment. Opportunities just placed him & fitted him in. His abilities & capabilities have never been shown or exhibited. It could come to pass, as they say, “easy come easy go”.

Democracy as practised in Malaysia is laughable. It’s communal & dominating in style with the Alliance Party in power since independence from the British government. Though the Alliance Party is composed of the other two major communal components the MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) and the MIC (Malaysian Indian Congress), it has been UMNO (United Malays national Organisation) truly holding the power. The other two are but stooges, plainly standing by without resistance or opposition seeing to the giving & freely taking of all the rights & privileges, while self-fulfilling their own personal agenda at the expense of the population.

Tun Musa Hitam, the then Deputy Prime Minister in the 1970s, had warned the Chinese when addressing a group of us in ADMO (Alliance Direct Members Organisation – long defunct, was only a window dressing organisation for true equality that transcended racial line). Nobody heeded the warning to be more politically involved instead of wholly concentrating on the economic side of affairs. The less competitive Malays wisely seized the political power & thereby established their standing. Everything became to be stamped & controlled by them. The dawn arrived frightfully sooner than imaginable. They have been taking 30% share of everything, without any monetary input or talent, that which you’ve been building through sweat & blood dwindled in size & significance overnight. Even all trading & commerce with China have to be through Pernas, the Malay controlled government agency. Progressively, marginalization set in for the Chinese & the Indians in all spheres of livelihood in the country – education, employment, business, government contracts and others. This they did & are still doing – all in the name of fair & equal distribution of wealth. But is it?

History has a way of repeating itself. Like the majority of the Germans, they were not bothered by the smaller group of Nazis, but then what happened? The Nazis took control of the country & before long history was in the making. History also pointed out to the fall of the great Roman Empire. The house that failed to stand together would soon yield & collapsed. History has proven this from time to time – it has never been proven otherwise.

Be warned about being a frog in the well, for there is such a swell world out there! In this age of globalisation, expect not to be living in political isolation. In the name of international justice, polarization, discrimination, marginalization must not be if men are to be free. “All men are born equal” is globally accepted as the guiding light in the practice of fairness for mankind. No man is an island. We are interlinked & interdependent upon one another. The connectedness of life is obvious between people in the country, also country and country.

It’s obvious that the NEP breeds only an elite class of super rich, benefiting only those with the right connectedness with UMNO. These people have become to be famously known as “UMNOputras”.

Let’s look at the list below, and then you’ll be the sole judge & jury as to what is fair & just or who is being marginalized . . . these among others are under the power & control of UMNO:

• Land rights & ownership

• Special rights & privileges as provided by NEP

• Army, Police & government civil services

• Political power in Malays’ hands

• All economic policies & law-making

• Tertiary education & scholarship awards

• Public building contracts

• Job availabilities & employment opportunities

• Oil companies & banks

  
  

There has been an unprecedented brain drain from Malaysia when the brilliant & talented class chose to work & live in foreign lands rather than to be denied of job & promotional opportunities – to be downright discriminated in their homeland. It is a glaring fact, for instance, the Chinese students would need to possess 13As & above to qualify for top university places or awards for scholarships, whereas a Malay could get in with Bs & Cs. All top posts in every field are held by them – and not on meritorious ground.

The list of unfairness, discrimination & dissatisfaction is far too long to state here. Suffice for me to say that the time has come when we say “Enough is enough”.

The NEP was initiated back for an agreed span of 30 years. That period limit has come & gone. It is too good to be giving back that privilege – for the small privileged group never had it so good. Democracy must be practised with meritocracy. Everyone, born & bred in the country, must have the same privilege & opportunity of competing for the expanding economic cake. It’s their birthright!

The shine on the land of the Golden Chersonese is being slowly & surely rubbed off. Lesser land like Thailand, Korea, Taiwan, Singapore with less or no natural resources are doing better than Malaysia. There’s got to be a new direction in all fairness to all – a change to be brought about for growth & progress of the nation. Together the nation must stand united as one. It appears the “One Malaysia” slogan has been adopted by Dato’ Sri Najib, the present Prime Minister. However, it is in the proper implementation that will generate the right stimulation. For a starter, all discrimination, polarization & marginalization must go, then work together for the greater goal.

This “Bolehland” is the “Shangril-La” for the “Bumiputras”

where the minorities subsidise & enrich the majority.

Together Malaysians will prevail

Asunder the nation will fail

Look at the global big picture

Strike out of the political quagmire!

Paul Chong ©

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

22 August 2009

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Our family takes origin from a place called Unai ravine, which is far way from Almaty, in eastern Kazakhstan near to Semipalatinsk. We belong to a well-known tribe Naiman of Orta (Middle) Zhuz. My grandfather’s name is Zhangasy. He was born in the end of XIX century, in 1882 year, in a family of Bi-Sary. From Kazakh “bi” means judge and “sary” – yellow. So Bi-Sary, his father, was a judge which was elected by people for his honesty and nobility. Bi-Sary is origin of my surname Bissarinova.

As you can guess Zhangasy was born in quite wealthy family. As in early ages he became an orphan he had to make something for living. Time passed and he had his own mill with workers on his fields. Zhangasy participate in First World War and in Civil war. But after the October Revolution in 1917 all his fortune was taken away. He didn’t struggled a lot for it because he thought that the time came to become equal with everyone.

After some years he was volostnoi which means that he ruled in Unai acres. In years of NEP (New Economy Policy in 1920s) he made a new fortune, but the Soviet government took it away again. So he started to work with a famous ataman of those times, ataman Anenkov.  But because of this, two officers came to shoot him, they were so drunk that they missed twice and didn’t understand that. My grandfather just pretended to be dead.

Then he moved to a big city, and for those times, it was Semipalatinsk. There, in the time of Second World War he was too old to fight, he met his second wife, Umit. She was a 19 years old widow with a child from her first husband, who died fighting against fascistic soldiers, and my grandfather was 59. When my father was born in 1959, my grandfather was 77.

Other interesting fact is that my fathers eldest sister from first marriage was 2 years elder than my fathers mother. After my father there were born a sister, but she had deadly disease caused by radiation of Semipalatinsk polygon. Zhangasy worked until 96, he wanted to work more, but the employers were afraid of his health. In spite of such age he felt very strong and healthy, also he was visited by gerontologists from Russia. After his retirement, he said that he won’t live for a long time anymore, because he needs to work to feel alive. He died in 1984 for two weeks to his 102 birthday.

I didn’t know him in real life, but I feel like I did. My father used to tell me a lot about him since I was a child. I’m proud to have such grandfather, he always helped poor people, when there were dzut [famine] (when a mass murrain [herd of cattle] and people had nothing to eat) he used to give them wheat bags. As I heard he was very strong until his last breath. My father used to ask which time my grandfather liked most, he answered – the time of Russian Imperia. He had a very vivid life, went through the most significant events for the last 100 years and had a big family.  I wish I could have known him.

This is indeed scary…

(Sometimes people forget why exams are held in the first place. Image source: http://dailymail.co.uk)

Remember when a certain political party controlled media, blasted the non-Malays for questioning the Malay’s special rights? Or when some politicians played the racial card to garner the support from one particular race? The problem is and very often, the same media or politicians failed to mention as to why there has been some strong voices questioning on the said policies.

No one from the ruling front, although they know this is true, has admitted openly that sometimes, in order to make things better, certain things must be questioned and criticised.

Certainly any ideal policies that promote equality, improvement of quality of life and elimination of poverty is worth to be pursued aggressively. But the thing is, as with any “good” policies out there, good implementation and strict enforcement is something else to be desired. It is certainly something to be questioned when the same policies are abused and mismanaged to enrich a very few.

The concept of “Ketuanan Melayu” which has been actively pursued by the ruling political party, for example,  has been in question for many reasons, simply because it’s meaning of the concept has not been conclusive, especially when the same people who are promoting this concept are also promoting other concepts (such as 1Malaysia) that are in direct violation of the first. Sometimes people get so confused.

But that is not what I wanted to elaborate here.

I don’t know why but the “Ketuanan Melayu” concept crossed my mind when I read Citizen Nades’s column titled “Learning the law the wrong way” and the part that got me concerned is this:-

The sad end to this saga is that the examiner who failed this student and 17 others was ordered to re-mark and make them pass. She refused and is now on the streets because her conscience refused to allow her to do so. She had set her own grading criteria which was approved by the university and stuck to it. One student got just four marks out of a possible 60 and for doing her job religiously, the examiner was labelled a “pengkhianat” (traitor).

The column did not say for sure why the examiner was asked to remark the failed students and make them pass. It could be due to certain constraint in the law school’s standards and quality.

Citizen Nades talked about law students and highlighted the scary thought of having these failed law students handling multi million contracts for the government in future. What happens if the same thing is happening in medical schools? Failed medical students who one day might be doing an open heart surgery on you or your loved ones.

In the case of the law students in Citizen Nades’ column, what should have happened is that failed student should have left failed and booted from law school. They never had the right qualities to be lawyers in the first place. They should not been forcefully passed, just to show the “right numbers” on some statistics.

At the very extreme, allow the retest several times but if in the end, these students still fail, then leave them failed. Their destiny lies elsewhere.

Is neosoul dead? That is the question. Maxwell is hanging on to it, while Erykah rolls another joint and Jill Scott becomes a parent. We miss it that’s for sure.

Perestroika e Glasnost significam respectivamente reestruturação e transparência. A primeira era voltada para as atividades econômicas, liberalizando o setor estatal, estimulando a iniciativa dos agentes econômicos e a iniciativa privada (como antes com a NEP de Lênin e a política de Kruschev nos anos 50/60). Quanto a Glasnost ela foi uma “arma” contra os setores resistentes às mudanças, pois liberalizando a imprensa, ele estimulava as críticas aos burocratas do PCUS, a mentalidade rígida e a corrupção desenfreada – quase sempre associada aos odiosos privilégios da elite militar e política.

A  NEP significou uma reintrodução parcial de economia privada num momento em que o PCUS (PC soviético) precisava restaurar suas bases de sustentação social, abalada pela guerra civil entre 1917/21.
As ZEEs também são, a meu ver, uma forma de economia mista em que o objetivo é o reforço do poder político nas mãos do partido comunista (fosse o soviético, seja o chinês). Porém o caráter destas parece ser mais permanente que o que sustentava a NEP: nesta, o objetivo era de curto prazo e jamais se considerou a permanência de um setor privado rival ao estatal; já na China, desde que a abertura econômica não ameace o monopólio de poder do PCCh, não existe, aparentemente, nenhum problema nesta economia mista, porém com uma ditadura política.

Ik las het op fuckantie.Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta beter Bekent als Lady Gaga.Blijkt volgens sommige bronnen een hermafrodiet te zijn.Wiki zegt overigens dat de juiste term bij mensen interseksualiteit(licht nsfw) is.Zeau zie je maar weer hoe Wikipedia kappot gaat aan scholen.Anyways,de 23 jarige Bimbo schijnt zowel een Mannelijk als een Vrouwelijk geslachtsdeel te hebben.Een freak of nature dus.Ik ben zowiezeau nooit fan geweest van de dame aangezien ik er gewoon niet knap vind,hoe raar en appart ze zich ook kleed.

Het grootste bewijs komt van dit filmpje : (door spoelen naar 1:00).Waar volgens sommige tog echt een pieliwhieliieee te zien zou zijn.Scheel dat ik ben zie ik vrij weinig maar de intrepetatie van het filmpje laat ik aan jullie fantasie over.

Ook zwerft al een tijdje deze qoute op het internetz :

Its not something that I’m ashamed of, just isn’t something that i go around telling everyone. Yes. I have both male and female genitalia, but i consider myself a female. Its just a little bit of a penis and really doesnt interfere much with my life. the reason I haven’t talked about it is that its not a big deal to me. like come on. its not like we all go around talking about our vags. I think this is a great opportunity to make other multiple gendered people feel more comfortable with their bodies. I’m sexy, I’m hot. i have both a poon and a peener. big fucking deal.
- L8d Gaga <3

Of ie echt is durf ik niet te zeggen.Wel vind ik iedereen die op Lady WTFWATEENKUTHOOFD fapped gay,ook al heeft ze geen piemoltje.

Note 1: Quarter results for AMJ 2009

Note 2: No quarter results announced by Huawei & ZTE on their websites