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Thursday, November 23, 2006

A lovely SMS

This morning I woke up in the middle of my sleep and instantly I was thinking of this good friend. This do not normally happened. My good friend is my teenage friend and have always being my source of strength. We spent a lot of time together when we were young and along the way I learn much from this good friend. This friend is someone I love very dearly.
As soon as I got to office, I SMS this friend immediately, enquiring if everything is fine.
About 5 minutes ago, the friend SMS back that everything is fine with the following wonderful words.

"The loveliest day comes when you wake up to find that Love still Colours your World through people who truly cares and never fail to remember you."

Amen to that.
And to you my friend, I love you.
Thank You for the wonderful and beautiful friendship. I will alway treasure those wonderful words and your unselfish friendship.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Loving my woman

Yesterday evening an email came for my wife. I printed it out and handed it to her. She read the email and looked up.

She: “It is Guat from our bible study group and she is organising a break up party. It will be held in King Whale Restaurant, Springvale. Date yet to be fixed, want to come or not?”

Me: “No, lah, paiseh. Don’t want to join your bible study group but makan want to come. Afterward people tongue wag, no shiok.”

She: “You think it is free, you got to pay your share, $20 per head. Anyway people won’t gossip. Sure happy to see you there.”

Me: “No, lah, don’t want.”

She: “You know some of them say you are very unfriendly and par pai (stuck up).”

Me: “??????, ha, really. See I told you, talk bad about me already. Never mind, I can take it. No friend, no friend, never mind. I no worry what people say. The most important thing, I friend you and loving you, my woman. Other things don’t matter. Yes or not?”

She looked up, gave me a funny look and said, “You tham poh gila (you are a little bit crazy), don't want to talk to you,” and walked away.

I quietly sniggered to myself.

Round 1 to me.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Please Sir, Can I have more?

Please Sir, Can I have more?






Monday, November 20, 2006

A lovely day, isn’t it?

We were often greeted, “Hello, a lovely day today, isn’t it? Or today is a beautiful day. Or we should be in the office instead wasting a beautiful day”, when we first came and settled in this country. Whenever we get a call from an Aussie friend, he or she will be sure to ask “How is the weather over there, mate?

Often at dinner time, we cannot but help discussed about the Aussies’ fascination over the weather and laughed over it. But after a while we quickly catch on, on why this obsession over the weather. The unpredictable Melbourne is the cause of this obsession.

Every evening, we never fail to catch weather report on the news and before we leave for work every morning, we will catch the latest weather report again. The weather report will determine what we will wear for the day but we never leave home without a jumper or a coat. Melbourne weather can be so unpredictable; it can have 4 seasons in a day. The unpredictable weather also make Melbourne so interesting.

Now if you ever catch me in KL and me greeting you, “Hello, what a lovely sunny day today”, please do not look at me as though I am mad. It will out of habit like you would be greeting me, “Lei Hoe, Sek Paw Mei? Or Apa Khabar, sudah makan,lah?

So how is the weather over your side of the world, mate?

Note:

Today, tomorrow, and the day after, the temperature will hover at 36ºC before dropping down to cooler or cold days after a wintry Thursday and Friday last week.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Friday's Humour


Oh, Malaysia

After yesterday post and following the U**O general meeting proceeding, I am sad. A beautiful country is slowly being killed by some arrogant and selfish politicians. I remember my younger days where the different races lived and intermingle together, giving one another a helping hand, sharing what we have. There were little or no racial and religious issues, we are one happy family proud to be called Malaysian. Now, I am ashamed to be called a Malaysian. Why? Because of the corruption, the crooked bridge, fighting between the ex-pm and pm, throwing good money on useless projects, creating racial and religious intolerance and NEP saga. Some idiots who are power crazy, selfish and greedy, claiming to do what is best for the countryand the citizens, but instead are slowly milking the country dry and robbing all the citizens to line their pockets and self interests. I do not wish any ill to happen to this beautiful country but I also cannot help but see impending disaster looming over the horizon unless the country change course. I love my country, it is where I was born, it is where I live half on my life, it is my root and my soul and no matter what the current politicians says, I am a Malaysian and Malaysia is my country. I pray God will raise and provide better leaders to lead the country where we are all one, Malaysians.

Oh Malaysia

On the shore, beyond the tropical sea
You will stand to welcome me
On the shore, beneath the sky so blue
All my dreams at last will come true

Oh, Malaysia, land of glory
Where I found my heart's true love
In a night so warm and tender
With the moon and stars above

On the shore, beyond the tropical sea
You will stand to welcome me
On the shore, beneath the sky so blue
All my dreams at last will come true

When we parted, life was sadness
And the sun refused to shine
Soon we'll meet in dear Malaysia
You will be forever mine

On the shore, beyond the tropical sea
You will stand to welcome me
On the shore, beneath the sky so blue
All my dreams at last will come true

On the shore, beyond the tropical sea
You will stand to welcome me
On the shore, beneath the sky so blue
All my dreams at last will come true

Thursday, November 16, 2006

While Malaysia fiddles, its opportunities are running dry


A well written article in The Age and I share it with you.


MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races — the Malays and the Chinese — owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.

It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.

The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.

Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.

"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.

This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.

Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.

As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers — Kuala Lumpur is inland.

Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.

The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point.

It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur — there wasn't.

Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies.

They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.

Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket — the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.

Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather".

But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.

So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.

Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city — Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.

Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 — that's just five years away.

So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.

It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.

That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).

Michael Backman
November 15, 2006
The Age

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Crazy Victorian Spring and Rhythm of the Falling Rain

This morning I have to pull out my winter woollies. The plummeted weather is the result of a cold Antarctic blast that arrive overnight bringing snow to the Victorian Alpine, Dandenong Ranges and Ballarat where the temperature dropped to 2º C. While we are battling the cold snap, my neighbour state, New South Wales are battling blazes and bushfire warning has been issued for southern Queensland.

With the sudden cold snap, I wonder whether my chillies plants and my curry plants (I transplanted some anak anak 2 to 3 weeks ago) will survive.

At the moment as I write, I see dark clouds on my right side and sunshine on the left side and 4mm diameter hail stones in front of the office. Look like more heavy rainfall is on the way.

We are currently on water rationing Stage 2 and the rain has bought some relief. My dirty car is washed, courtesy of the Almighty and plants in the garden are sighing with relief. But I am sure there will be some whining especially those who are taking public transport.

Oops, the sun has just disappeared and the sky is all dark. Rain is here with a vengeance.

It is time to go and listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.

Rhythm of the Falling Rain

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Now the only girl I've ever loved has gone away.
Looking for a brand new start!
But little does she know that when she left that day.
Along with her she took my heart.

Rain, please tell me, now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Interlude

Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we know start to grow.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Oh listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh
Listen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh
Listen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

In Christ Alone

One of my favourite blogger’s Dad is sick.
I ask my fellow readers to pray for her Dad.
Pray for
 
  • Strength in the family to tide through this crisis
  • Peace, calm and an assurance God is in charge of the situation
  • The doctors treating her Dad with wisdom to deal with the situation
  • God to heal her Dad according to his Will
 
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand




Monday, November 13, 2006

Itchy fingers and the Washburn D10S dreadnought guitar


Last week, I was a little less busy at work. So I surf the net (Shhhh, don't tell my boss). One place I like to visit is Ebay. I like to “Kay Poh” (busy body) a bit and see what people sells in the net. I was looking at the guitars and 2 guitars caught my attention. My itchy fingers can help but bid for the guitars. I lost the more expensive Cort guitar because I was so engrossed in the Australian Idol on the Sunday night and was a wee too slow. Anyway, I went for the cheaper one and won the bid. The next day I collected it and was happy with. The finishing and sound was superb and cannot find fault with it especially it was made in China. It is a Washburn D10S dreadnought guitar and was "Voted Number 1 by Acoustic Guitar magazine as the best guitar under $500. The World’s Best Selling Acoustic Guitar earned the distinction with superior craftsmanship, tone and value."


This guitar features:

Solid Spruce Top

Mahogany back & sides

Mahogany neck with truss rod

Rosewood fingerboard and bridge Black pick guard Chrome die cast Chrome Grover style Tuners

White body and Neck binding

Diamond Sound hole Marquetry Rosette Inlay

D’Addario EJ16 Strings (12 - 53)

Gloss Finish

RRP $399.00


The seller threw in the following:

  • A Seymour Duncan SC Acoustic Sound hole Pickup (so you can plug it into an amp and go loud)
  • A set of D’Addario EJ16 string
  • A Fender 60th (Diamond) Anniversary Premium Celluloid Pick
  • A Monterey Black Padded Gig Bag


That’s a total of $170.95 in RRP

This guitar was just over a year ago. It has been set up and maintained by the technician in Ringwood Troy House of Music (now 5 Star Music). He has even fret dressed the first 5 frets cause he wanted to make it perfect and restrung it with EJ16s just recently.

It is in brand new condition with no marks or scratches on the body or neck. The scratch plate has a few of the finest hairline marks that can only be seen if the guitar is held up and directed into the light. I rate this guitar a 9.5 out of 10.

This is his wife's guitar and the first baby is on the way in a less than two months so the lady of the house said give the axe the axe! – Reluctantly he had to agree, so out it goes!


The winning bid……make a guess!




Saturday, November 11, 2006

Dandenong Ranges, Monbulk and Silvan Dam

This is the last day of the long weekend and we decided to drive up to the Dandenong Ranges. Normally we would take to nearest gateway up to the ranges from our place but this time we decided to take the back way via Mt. Evlyn.
When we first came into this country, our friends bought us up to Monbulk to pick cherries. Since we were greenhorn in the country then, we cannot remember where they took us. And today journey was to try and retrace the first trip.

Dandenong Ranges




Monbulk



Cherry trees




Cherries we bought, $7 per Kilo. It was sweet and yummy.


No one manning the store. It is a honour and trust system. Take the fruits and put the monies in the money box

Silvan Dam


Picnic Area at the Dam





Male toilet. It was so clean. Cannot resist a snap and a pee!






Yippidy, folks!. I hope you have a good time following this long weekend post. Also it is a relief to me, getting it out of my hair. Now, if you will excuse me while I get a cuppa of coffee, put my feet up and relax before the next post. Till then, that is all for today. Have a good weekend.

Warrandyte

Warrandtye is only half an hour or so drive from my place. It is a small country town nestled among the urban cities. This little town is along the Yarra River with orchards and bush land around it. It is so peaceful and it sooth your mind, soul and spirit. And it will be a nice place for retirement.

The Town

This is where we had our lunch, wood fired pies with coffee

At the back of the shop facing the Yarra river with our lunches


Second hand Book shop


Fly Fishing in the river


Local handcraft gift shop

Testing the water









Walk By the River
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