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Hi,
blogging's a new experience. never had the time, nor opportunity beforehand. currently on leave from duties, so gave it a shot.
Malaysia's a lovely country, blessed with vast forests, natural resources, friendly people from different races and all in all, an attractive country anyone would love to call home. At least for most people.
The years i spent studying... were the years i enjoyed most (despite the fact i flunked out more than once). Took medicine up to 3rd year, clinical. wasn't up to it. took biomedicine instead and now working in a field totally irrelevant, international commodity trading. seems life has lots of turns junctions for me.
After finishing my studies, was expected to take microb somewhere in Australia. Instead, ran away from home, and worked as a farm hand. It was a 'Ladang Itik Penelur' owned by a friend. The breed was khaki campbell, one of the most productive and sturdy breeds of egg laying ducks in Malaysia. at the time there were 3,000 plus minus 5% ducks. Work started at 6.30 am. Started off by picking eggs, putting them in buckets, cleaning them, grading them, taking records. Feeding them was fun. They'd quack and quack yelling "We're hungry!!!!" and once the feed was in place they'd rush in like a mob of hungry refugees. They needed around 8 bags per day, 8 X 50kg's, 400kgs of feed / day.
The first week of work was torture. As a guy who grew up in urban surroundings, life as a farm hand wasn't really suitable. The muscle cramps, the back pain, and even the thought of waking up each morning to face another day of work was agonizing. That was only for the first week. Once my body adapted, everything was a breeze.
In three weeks was entrusted to do delivery. This ranged from Selayang, Kepong, Rawang, Brickfields and up to Bentong. Met the clients (who once in a while came to the farm) and more or less made friends. Most of my old friends were so damn skeptic i would survive, some even thought i was bullshitting them. But 6 months passed, was doing ok (the pay isn't exactly lucrative) and when the time came, took leave and got married.
That was a few years back. Now, after being sought by another old, old friend... took the post as a marketing executive for a trading company. Once again was at loss. Totally new stuff. I mean, what does international trading have to do with biomedicine or egg picking? Again took the challenge. But at a cost, had to live away from the women i loved. Things went good for a while. Still are i guess.
In trading, you meet lots and lots of characters. Some good, some bad and some downright evil. Scammers / con-men? At least 7 out of 10. Took time learning the ropes, took more time to be able to convince clients, and an eon to gain the Big Boss's trust. The terms Mini Boss, and Big Boss, are terms i use for MD's and CEO's respectively. At times i set up meeting with other company's Mini Bosses or Big Boss's with my own. At times i have to personally monitor Mini Boss's progress (at the Big Boss's request). You see, in the end, we people, who do the ground work know the ins and outs of a transaction. The Mini Boss's RELY on our reports, and info gathering skills. But then again, our work is nothing compared to the magnitude of the Mini Boss's SIGNATURE. They have the authority. Same goes to other fields i guess.
Recently read the news, our beloved PM announced salary increments for the public service. Good news. Then again, its under his leadership that highway tolls rate increased absurdly, basic amenity's charges increased, petroleum prices, cooking oil, and most recently flour. Which means the salary increment is nothing. The ministry involved did issue a statement that food prices will be monitored. They must be kidding. Malaysia is the only country which puts Individuals' interest ahead of the people. The people in the government have proxies like cats have fleas. Add one to one, you can make a conclusion.
I love my country. We are the largest producers of Crude Palm Oil. Surprisingly i can get CPO from Singaporean traders much much much cheaper than Malaysian Palm Oil giants. Bummer huh?
I love my country, our oil is of premium grade. Who hasn't heard of PETRONAS D2? Then again Malaysia isn't a member of OPEC. All exports are controlled by PETCO. Even PDA's have to beg from them. Always thought policies are for facilitating trade, not restrict. PETRONAS's arrogance just might be the cause of their downfall. More humiliating, they aren't even listed in the top 200 Energy Producers, but TNB is! Hilarious.
I really love my country. Once in a while in YouTube, I'd watch one of the most viewed comedy vid's. Just type 'Sidang Parlimen'. You'd see the quality of our MP's. These are the people we vote for. This is the level of intellect, charisma, knowledge and transparency that rules Malaysia today. The only person i really respect is Mr. Lim. He has think tanks supporting him. Others have nonsense, not even common sense.
Recently Malaysia was highlighted as going up the ranks in transparency polls. Corruption becoming more rampant. A minister told us to not believe such polls. Same goes for that minister that argued bbc's invitation of an opposition leader to a live interview. Who are we to argue other people's views? Polls or studies done by international bodies more or less are at a professional level. Studies made here in Malaysia? Huh. If the findings are not in accordance to what the authorities wishes, manipulation occurs.
I love Malaysia for Islam is the official religion, on paper. You can see its manifestation by driving through Federal Highway, G.A.B. Thats an Islamic country for you. Islam Hadhari, seems more like a gimmick. Should be no corruption or biases, but someones son in law has his fingers in every hole. Literally. Recently, there was a drive for people to respect Ulama's. Then again, fatwa's are just laughed at and ridiculed. Ulama's say this and that is not allowed, government officials give the green light, say these are 'kolot' views. We have 'Ketua Agama' for every state. Heard one even slapped a mufti. May God have mercy on Malaysia.
I love Malaysia because politicians are Gods. They are so immune that statements like 'Itu Tuhan punya kuasa' / 'That is God's Will' about a project gone wrong, can go utterly... accepted?? In that position you can even go blowing up people with C4. You can even frame high level officials as sodomizers. You can grant thousands of AP's and say you know nothing about it. You can even repeatedly give government projects to contractors who openly violate previous projects. Whats more you have absolutely nothing to worry about, you'll always get elected again since the EC is an instrument you can manipulate.
I love Malaysia because the people are so kind. They accept whatever i mentioned above. We are so proud of that sailor that journeyed the globe and getting a datukship. We are so proud of conquering Everest. We are so proud of parachuting in north pole. We are so proud that some Malaysians have barely enough food to eat, live in dodgy houses (if they have one), go thru rubbish for food, beg, being violated of their basic rights and have no freedom of speech whatsoever. One wrong statement = ISA. Info on contracts with public interest = OSA.
Enough for now. This is fun. Blogging i mean.
blogging's a new experience. never had the time, nor opportunity beforehand. currently on leave from duties, so gave it a shot.
Malaysia's a lovely country, blessed with vast forests, natural resources, friendly people from different races and all in all, an attractive country anyone would love to call home. At least for most people.
The years i spent studying... were the years i enjoyed most (despite the fact i flunked out more than once). Took medicine up to 3rd year, clinical. wasn't up to it. took biomedicine instead and now working in a field totally irrelevant, international commodity trading. seems life has lots of turns junctions for me.
After finishing my studies, was expected to take microb somewhere in Australia. Instead, ran away from home, and worked as a farm hand. It was a 'Ladang Itik Penelur' owned by a friend. The breed was khaki campbell, one of the most productive and sturdy breeds of egg laying ducks in Malaysia. at the time there were 3,000 plus minus 5% ducks. Work started at 6.30 am. Started off by picking eggs, putting them in buckets, cleaning them, grading them, taking records. Feeding them was fun. They'd quack and quack yelling "We're hungry!!!!" and once the feed was in place they'd rush in like a mob of hungry refugees. They needed around 8 bags per day, 8 X 50kg's, 400kgs of feed / day.
The first week of work was torture. As a guy who grew up in urban surroundings, life as a farm hand wasn't really suitable. The muscle cramps, the back pain, and even the thought of waking up each morning to face another day of work was agonizing. That was only for the first week. Once my body adapted, everything was a breeze.
In three weeks was entrusted to do delivery. This ranged from Selayang, Kepong, Rawang, Brickfields and up to Bentong. Met the clients (who once in a while came to the farm) and more or less made friends. Most of my old friends were so damn skeptic i would survive, some even thought i was bullshitting them. But 6 months passed, was doing ok (the pay isn't exactly lucrative) and when the time came, took leave and got married.
That was a few years back. Now, after being sought by another old, old friend... took the post as a marketing executive for a trading company. Once again was at loss. Totally new stuff. I mean, what does international trading have to do with biomedicine or egg picking? Again took the challenge. But at a cost, had to live away from the women i loved. Things went good for a while. Still are i guess.
In trading, you meet lots and lots of characters. Some good, some bad and some downright evil. Scammers / con-men? At least 7 out of 10. Took time learning the ropes, took more time to be able to convince clients, and an eon to gain the Big Boss's trust. The terms Mini Boss, and Big Boss, are terms i use for MD's and CEO's respectively. At times i set up meeting with other company's Mini Bosses or Big Boss's with my own. At times i have to personally monitor Mini Boss's progress (at the Big Boss's request). You see, in the end, we people, who do the ground work know the ins and outs of a transaction. The Mini Boss's RELY on our reports, and info gathering skills. But then again, our work is nothing compared to the magnitude of the Mini Boss's SIGNATURE. They have the authority. Same goes to other fields i guess.
Recently read the news, our beloved PM announced salary increments for the public service. Good news. Then again, its under his leadership that highway tolls rate increased absurdly, basic amenity's charges increased, petroleum prices, cooking oil, and most recently flour. Which means the salary increment is nothing. The ministry involved did issue a statement that food prices will be monitored. They must be kidding. Malaysia is the only country which puts Individuals' interest ahead of the people. The people in the government have proxies like cats have fleas. Add one to one, you can make a conclusion.
I love my country. We are the largest producers of Crude Palm Oil. Surprisingly i can get CPO from Singaporean traders much much much cheaper than Malaysian Palm Oil giants. Bummer huh?
I love my country, our oil is of premium grade. Who hasn't heard of PETRONAS D2? Then again Malaysia isn't a member of OPEC. All exports are controlled by PETCO. Even PDA's have to beg from them. Always thought policies are for facilitating trade, not restrict. PETRONAS's arrogance just might be the cause of their downfall. More humiliating, they aren't even listed in the top 200 Energy Producers, but TNB is! Hilarious.
I really love my country. Once in a while in YouTube, I'd watch one of the most viewed comedy vid's. Just type 'Sidang Parlimen'. You'd see the quality of our MP's. These are the people we vote for. This is the level of intellect, charisma, knowledge and transparency that rules Malaysia today. The only person i really respect is Mr. Lim. He has think tanks supporting him. Others have nonsense, not even common sense.
Recently Malaysia was highlighted as going up the ranks in transparency polls. Corruption becoming more rampant. A minister told us to not believe such polls. Same goes for that minister that argued bbc's invitation of an opposition leader to a live interview. Who are we to argue other people's views? Polls or studies done by international bodies more or less are at a professional level. Studies made here in Malaysia? Huh. If the findings are not in accordance to what the authorities wishes, manipulation occurs.
I love Malaysia for Islam is the official religion, on paper. You can see its manifestation by driving through Federal Highway, G.A.B. Thats an Islamic country for you. Islam Hadhari, seems more like a gimmick. Should be no corruption or biases, but someones son in law has his fingers in every hole. Literally. Recently, there was a drive for people to respect Ulama's. Then again, fatwa's are just laughed at and ridiculed. Ulama's say this and that is not allowed, government officials give the green light, say these are 'kolot' views. We have 'Ketua Agama' for every state. Heard one even slapped a mufti. May God have mercy on Malaysia.
I love Malaysia because politicians are Gods. They are so immune that statements like 'Itu Tuhan punya kuasa' / 'That is God's Will' about a project gone wrong, can go utterly... accepted?? In that position you can even go blowing up people with C4. You can even frame high level officials as sodomizers. You can grant thousands of AP's and say you know nothing about it. You can even repeatedly give government projects to contractors who openly violate previous projects. Whats more you have absolutely nothing to worry about, you'll always get elected again since the EC is an instrument you can manipulate.
I love Malaysia because the people are so kind. They accept whatever i mentioned above. We are so proud of that sailor that journeyed the globe and getting a datukship. We are so proud of conquering Everest. We are so proud of parachuting in north pole. We are so proud that some Malaysians have barely enough food to eat, live in dodgy houses (if they have one), go thru rubbish for food, beg, being violated of their basic rights and have no freedom of speech whatsoever. One wrong statement = ISA. Info on contracts with public interest = OSA.
Enough for now. This is fun. Blogging i mean.
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