Padan muka is all I can say...
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Dec 23, 2009
Death to chain (e)mails
I do not like fowarded chain (e)mails.
They start with such a beautiful message on love or friendship and end with a mean, spiteful curse.
Such hypocrisy.
Stop including me in your the list of 10 or 15 or 20 people you must forward the mail to so that you can receive amazing news or find your one true love at precisely 12.34pm and subject me to certain death or dilapidating disease or whateverr.
Please.
Pretty please.
They start with such a beautiful message on love or friendship and end with a mean, spiteful curse.
Such hypocrisy.
Stop including me in your the list of 10 or 15 or 20 people you must forward the mail to so that you can receive amazing news or find your one true love at precisely 12.34pm and subject me to certain death or dilapidating disease or whateverr.
Please.
Pretty please.
Dec 11, 2009
Despicable!
Read this in the Sky News today and well, words failed me. Here is a family who genuinely want to care for a boy in need and instead of doing everything in their power to help make this happen, the powers that be were more engrossed in denouncing their responsibility over the child.
Not only do the two councils play ping-pong with the boy in regards over who will grant fostering care for the child, none of the councils even want to back the parents application for a Special Guardianship Order (SGO), which would allow them to make decisions for the boy, who has a major heart operation coming up.
Can't sign consent form, the boy can't have the operation, get it? Sad.
Where is the compassion? Lost in the paperwork I suppose? In the words of Daffy Duck, "you're despicable!"
Read the story and see if you don't shake your head in disbelief. The story can be found here...
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20091211/tuk-judge-s-fury-over-council-s-care-of-45dbed5.html
Not only do the two councils play ping-pong with the boy in regards over who will grant fostering care for the child, none of the councils even want to back the parents application for a Special Guardianship Order (SGO), which would allow them to make decisions for the boy, who has a major heart operation coming up.
Can't sign consent form, the boy can't have the operation, get it? Sad.
Where is the compassion? Lost in the paperwork I suppose? In the words of Daffy Duck, "you're despicable!"
Read the story and see if you don't shake your head in disbelief. The story can be found here...
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20091211/tuk-judge-s-fury-over-council-s-care-of-45dbed5.html
Dec 10, 2009
International Animal Rights Day!
It's International Animal Rights Day.
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR) was signed by the United Nations General Assembly on December 10, 1948 and so similarly, the date, Dec 10, has been adopted to promote understanding for all living things and to advocate and "persuade humanity that kindness and respect is due to all sentient creatures." (http://www.uncaged.co.uk/iard.htm)
So from this day onwards (if not already), some do's and don't's I think we should follow:
Do's...
Love your pet.
Love thy neighbour's pet.
Adopt a pet.
Learn from nature.
Feed strays.
Preserve the animal's natural home.
Dont's...
Don't run over anybody's pet.
Don't abandon your pets.
Don't abuse your pets.
Don't buy anything that will support the illegal wildlife trade (no exotic meat, pet, pelt)
Don't hunt for sport.
Adopt: All animals have the as much right as any human to a chance at a happy life.
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR) was signed by the United Nations General Assembly on December 10, 1948 and so similarly, the date, Dec 10, has been adopted to promote understanding for all living things and to advocate and "persuade humanity that kindness and respect is due to all sentient creatures." (http://www.uncaged.co.uk/iard.htm)
So from this day onwards (if not already), some do's and don't's I think we should follow:
Do's...
Love your pet.
Love thy neighbour's pet.
Adopt a pet.
Learn from nature.
Feed strays.
Preserve the animal's natural home.
Dont's...
Don't run over anybody's pet.
Don't abandon your pets.
Don't abuse your pets.
Don't buy anything that will support the illegal wildlife trade (no exotic meat, pet, pelt)
Don't hunt for sport.
Adopt: All animals have the as much right as any human to a chance at a happy life.Nov 28, 2009
Excuse me, I think you dropped your manners
How rude!
So I (and this hardly ever happens to me) found myself with a few extra hours to kill yesterday and I thought what better way to spend those precious few hours than to browse through rows and rows of books at leisure, looking for a bargain, or a long forgotten author from my childhood years, or potential xmas and birthday presents. Right?
Wrong.
I've been to my share of book sales, so I know how crowded it can get and how kiasu people are and I have come to expect that I would be shoved around a bit...but people always smiled at other fellow nerds (like me) and said their pleases, excuse mes and thank yous. The only interesting thing that ever happens to me at a book sale was actually finding the book I was looking for. Seriously, that's like winning the lottery.
Yesterday, however, was a whole different game of chongak. I mean, you hardly expect bookworms to act like a pack a hyenas, each trying to scavenge a meal. People pushed past me like I was an annoying curtain in their path or placed their huge cardboard boxes right on top the rows of books you were browsing through. Some even used their boxes as battering rams, to poke and bulldoze their way through. No sorrys, no excuse me pleases, nothing. Not even a guilty glance in my direction. Then you have kids running around, stepping on my feet trying to get to mummy and daddy (or as I strongly suspect, away from mummy and daddy).
Worst, it would seem everyone decided to bring their babies, in their huge prams, while book shopping. Now, I am not saying parents with pram-bound children are expected to stay home but I am sure it is as irritating for the child as it is for the rest of us. I mean the place is dusty with all those books brought out from storage and the dirt kicked up by frantic shoppers. The poor child would be thirsty, bored and at permanent risk of developing an allergy to dust, a cold or obtaining a paper cut collection. Meanwhile we find ourselves having to constantly squeeze against the tables or back track all the way because there is no space to move once the baby pram comes down the aisle, not to mention the gridlock that causes. And no thank yous too, for all those times I moved out of the way when I see someone coming with a pram or a heavy box of books with no place to move. Hmph. So much for being considerate.
And I thought reading was a peaceful hobby. Not if these violent new-age readers with viking-esque we-must conquer-this-book-sale attitude are anything to go by.
Nov 19, 2009
I spy with my lil' eyes, something beginning with...B
As in 'Baby on an overcrowded motorcycle without a helmet'!
Again driving to work and almost rammed into an extremely slow motorcycle which appeared out of nowhere in front of my car as I was making a turn.
Having successfully avoided running over anyone, I glanced at my review mirror to get a good look at the nimrod-with-a-suicide-wish only to see a chubby lil face starring back.
That chubby lil face belonged to lil boy probably only a year or two old the most, who was being squeezed to death in between mommy and daddy on one little motorcycle.
Now I know cars are expensive and many families must make do with a motorbike. Nothing against that, I have. In fact, I have always wanted to learn how to ride a motorbike, but given the fact I only learnt how to ride a bicycle a few years ago and that my feet would most probably not touch the ground anyway, figured that would not be such a good idea.
But cool they may be, motorcycles just do not strike me as stable vehicles, especially when there is only place for two and even more so when you then try to squeeze three individuals on board, regardless if lucky number three is an infant. It is not safe.
In the least equip your child with a helmet, if you insist on transporting the whole nucleus family on your two-wheeled contraption of death.
But no, papa had a helmet on, mamma had a helmet on but junior's bald, soft and very extremely vulnerable head was enjoying the breeze.
What would have happened had I slammed into the bike? It's one thing if you do not care about your child's welfare but must you, yes you papa rider, turn me into a murderer as well? And really, have you heard of the term child endangerment?
Grow a brain will ya?
Again driving to work and almost rammed into an extremely slow motorcycle which appeared out of nowhere in front of my car as I was making a turn.
Having successfully avoided running over anyone, I glanced at my review mirror to get a good look at the nimrod-with-a-suicide-wish only to see a chubby lil face starring back.
That chubby lil face belonged to lil boy probably only a year or two old the most, who was being squeezed to death in between mommy and daddy on one little motorcycle.
Now I know cars are expensive and many families must make do with a motorbike. Nothing against that, I have. In fact, I have always wanted to learn how to ride a motorbike, but given the fact I only learnt how to ride a bicycle a few years ago and that my feet would most probably not touch the ground anyway, figured that would not be such a good idea.
But cool they may be, motorcycles just do not strike me as stable vehicles, especially when there is only place for two and even more so when you then try to squeeze three individuals on board, regardless if lucky number three is an infant. It is not safe.
In the least equip your child with a helmet, if you insist on transporting the whole nucleus family on your two-wheeled contraption of death.
But no, papa had a helmet on, mamma had a helmet on but junior's bald, soft and very extremely vulnerable head was enjoying the breeze.
What would have happened had I slammed into the bike? It's one thing if you do not care about your child's welfare but must you, yes you papa rider, turn me into a murderer as well? And really, have you heard of the term child endangerment?
Grow a brain will ya?
Aug 26, 2009
You want freedom of Speech? Then you have to earn it.
Freedom of speech at the hands of the ignorant becomes just another commercialised tripe. Sadly, common sense and respect took a back seat today. The hurtful effects of words uttered, penned or typed are far reaching and cannot be simply removed by an eraser or the click of a delete button. I can only hope one takes responsibility for one's own action, apologise where need be or in the very least learn from mistakes.
What is wrong is wrong and where humankind seemed to be making steps forward in terms of unity, understanding and tolerance, today I witnessed it taking 10 steps back. It is easier to accept such hurtful words from a stranger. That person does not know us, therefore he cannot understand us. It doesn't make it right, but easier to accept. Yet words take on extra meaning and its significance become ten-fold when uttered or penned by one considered to be a friend. Then words become pins and each damning sentence is a prick on the trust and respect built between you and that person. Because surely a friend should know better? Surely a person who knows you would take pain and effort to understand a situation which affects you before making assumptions or evil generalisation? Ignorance is no excuse. Not at all.
Stop hating, stop being defensive and listen. We live in a multiracial, multicultural, multi-ethnic, diverse world whether we like it or not. It is time we make it work. Surely everyone deserves respect, happiness and a fair shot at life irrespective of where you were born, the colour of skin, wealth or whichever label we choose to give. Indeed, if humans can create labels for each other, we can remove it. I read a saying once, "just because it had always been done that way, does not mean it isn't incredibly stupid."
Atticus Finch (To kill a mocking bird, 1960, Harper Lee) once said, "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” So I say this, stop hate in its tracks. Don't spread it, change its form or mutate it into a version that's easier to swallow. Those who do so anyway, then I put this tag on thee...hypocrite. Why condemn the Nazis, and the Khmer rouge but say nothing when our friends are insulted. Why salute Mahatma Gandhi and all he stood and died for, but maintain an Asian cannot marry a white man? Why spout ideals on 1Malaysia and write hurtful things on blogs or any other medium in the public sphere.
I pray that those who have become hurt by such words before or in future do not make the same mistake by spreading hate, generalising or jumping to conclusions. The actions of one person is just that, one person and not of a group. We have the knowledge to beat stereotype and lies but if we choose to blame everyone for the ignorance or stupidity of another...there will never be change. When will it then end?
Writing can be a soothing balm to calm the mind or ease the pain of the writer, but should such comfort come at the expense of others? I think not.
Please.
What is wrong is wrong and where humankind seemed to be making steps forward in terms of unity, understanding and tolerance, today I witnessed it taking 10 steps back. It is easier to accept such hurtful words from a stranger. That person does not know us, therefore he cannot understand us. It doesn't make it right, but easier to accept. Yet words take on extra meaning and its significance become ten-fold when uttered or penned by one considered to be a friend. Then words become pins and each damning sentence is a prick on the trust and respect built between you and that person. Because surely a friend should know better? Surely a person who knows you would take pain and effort to understand a situation which affects you before making assumptions or evil generalisation? Ignorance is no excuse. Not at all.
Stop hating, stop being defensive and listen. We live in a multiracial, multicultural, multi-ethnic, diverse world whether we like it or not. It is time we make it work. Surely everyone deserves respect, happiness and a fair shot at life irrespective of where you were born, the colour of skin, wealth or whichever label we choose to give. Indeed, if humans can create labels for each other, we can remove it. I read a saying once, "just because it had always been done that way, does not mean it isn't incredibly stupid."
Atticus Finch (To kill a mocking bird, 1960, Harper Lee) once said, "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” So I say this, stop hate in its tracks. Don't spread it, change its form or mutate it into a version that's easier to swallow. Those who do so anyway, then I put this tag on thee...hypocrite. Why condemn the Nazis, and the Khmer rouge but say nothing when our friends are insulted. Why salute Mahatma Gandhi and all he stood and died for, but maintain an Asian cannot marry a white man? Why spout ideals on 1Malaysia and write hurtful things on blogs or any other medium in the public sphere.
I pray that those who have become hurt by such words before or in future do not make the same mistake by spreading hate, generalising or jumping to conclusions. The actions of one person is just that, one person and not of a group. We have the knowledge to beat stereotype and lies but if we choose to blame everyone for the ignorance or stupidity of another...there will never be change. When will it then end?
Writing can be a soothing balm to calm the mind or ease the pain of the writer, but should such comfort come at the expense of others? I think not.
Please.
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