"Why you guys put so much efforts in it? Do you get paid or something?" asked a friend of mine.
Dear friend,
I am not paid and we are not paid. We pay the organization. We pay it with our energy, time, efforts and even own money. Why? The spirit to serve that keep us alive. That's the best payment we get. We are proud to call ourselves "volunteers".
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Looking at "haze" from a different view
When we talk about haze, we talk about open burning. Secondary school students write in their essay that reducing haze problem is by stopping open burning. How to stop open burning? Give those people "Saman" of course!
BUT, have any of us think from the view of a farmer? Farmer is the one responsible to start the open burning. So "saman" them? It's cruel...
Farmers burn their the grasses and trees on their land to nourish the soil. Their lifes and their family member's stomach depends on the land. When the land stop producing crops, then their mouth stop eating. They solely rely on the land. If they don't burn the land, then what should they do to keep their family alive?
I think of these when i pass through a paddy field where smoke is puffing from the middle of the field. At first i scold them in my heart who is stupid enough to do burning during these terrible hot day. But i regretted when i saw their dull faces.
They don't have the choice. It is either pollution or starving.
BUT, have any of us think from the view of a farmer? Farmer is the one responsible to start the open burning. So "saman" them? It's cruel...
Farmers burn their the grasses and trees on their land to nourish the soil. Their lifes and their family member's stomach depends on the land. When the land stop producing crops, then their mouth stop eating. They solely rely on the land. If they don't burn the land, then what should they do to keep their family alive?
I think of these when i pass through a paddy field where smoke is puffing from the middle of the field. At first i scold them in my heart who is stupid enough to do burning during these terrible hot day. But i regretted when i saw their dull faces.
They don't have the choice. It is either pollution or starving.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
What Malaysia had become...
I'm born in Malaysia, and I love Malaysia.Malaysia had been a peaceful country since i started to remember things, but somehow it changed.
Oh, sorry... I apologize. I should say "partially" it changed.
Partially? Yes, partially!
Here in Sarawak, Chinese, Malay, Indians, Ibans, Bidayuh, local natives, tourist and even foreigners still live peacefully. Chinese enjoy tuak in long house, Iban eating nasi lemak with thumbs up, Malay food stall, Chinese food stall, Indian food stall, Pakistanis food stall all under one roof. We share the same nation, same toleration although we talk different and we look different.
Oops! I have to say sorry again!
We don't talk different. Chinese talking in Iban, Malay talking in Chinese, Indians talking in Iban, Chinese, Malay, English, Tamil and Urdu! We looks the same, Chinese looks like Malay, Malay looks like Indian, Iban look like Chinese...
Chinese kahwin Malay, Malay kahwin Indian, Indian kahwin Iban, Iban kahwin Bidayuh, Bidayuh kahwin orang putih, Orang putih kahwin Chinese, Chinese kahwin Indian, Indian kahwin Bidayuh, Iban kahwin Chinese, blah blah blah. Yea, we mess it up already! So we call ourselves MALAYSIANS!
Why fight with each other? People will call you "paloi" if you fight over some nonsense issues that seems happening lately in Semenanjung that wasted so much papers in printing those news. Where did the paper come from? The jungle of Sabah and Sarawak! Please, don't waste papers!
Anyway, I pitied the "lembu" which got slaughtered for his head. I wonder what they do with the other parts of the cow. Pity cow...
For all the Sarawakians, we are glad that we still playing football on the dirty field and everyone are covered by muds. So, Muthu looks muddy, Ah Kiong looks muddy, Ahmad looks muddy, Freddie looks muddy... everybody looks muddy! And best of all, everyone show their same white teeth through their smile and went back home getting the same scolding from their mother because of the dirt.
Oh, sorry... I apologize. I should say "partially" it changed.
Partially? Yes, partially!
Here in Sarawak, Chinese, Malay, Indians, Ibans, Bidayuh, local natives, tourist and even foreigners still live peacefully. Chinese enjoy tuak in long house, Iban eating nasi lemak with thumbs up, Malay food stall, Chinese food stall, Indian food stall, Pakistanis food stall all under one roof. We share the same nation, same toleration although we talk different and we look different.
Oops! I have to say sorry again!
We don't talk different. Chinese talking in Iban, Malay talking in Chinese, Indians talking in Iban, Chinese, Malay, English, Tamil and Urdu! We looks the same, Chinese looks like Malay, Malay looks like Indian, Iban look like Chinese...
Chinese kahwin Malay, Malay kahwin Indian, Indian kahwin Iban, Iban kahwin Bidayuh, Bidayuh kahwin orang putih, Orang putih kahwin Chinese, Chinese kahwin Indian, Indian kahwin Bidayuh, Iban kahwin Chinese, blah blah blah. Yea, we mess it up already! So we call ourselves MALAYSIANS!
Why fight with each other? People will call you "paloi" if you fight over some nonsense issues that seems happening lately in Semenanjung that wasted so much papers in printing those news. Where did the paper come from? The jungle of Sabah and Sarawak! Please, don't waste papers!
Anyway, I pitied the "lembu" which got slaughtered for his head. I wonder what they do with the other parts of the cow. Pity cow...
For all the Sarawakians, we are glad that we still playing football on the dirty field and everyone are covered by muds. So, Muthu looks muddy, Ah Kiong looks muddy, Ahmad looks muddy, Freddie looks muddy... everybody looks muddy! And best of all, everyone show their same white teeth through their smile and went back home getting the same scolding from their mother because of the dirt.
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Berdialog? Musyawarah? Perbincangan? Adat sopan santun?
RUBBISH!
Saya jadi orang Malaysia rasa begitu MALU dengan sikap yang tidak bertamadun ini!
RUBBISH!
Saya jadi orang Malaysia rasa begitu MALU dengan sikap yang tidak bertamadun ini!
Saya sudah malas untuk mengulas. Membazir tenaga saya menaip.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Misuse
KWAPM is a fund from government to assist students in supporting their education. This fund is given to low income families according to the numbers of children studying in government primary schools. Each child will get around RM120 per year. For family with 3 children in primary school, they will get around RM360 each time. Government expect parents or guardians to use this money to support education fees for the children.
Reference: http://www.scribd.com/doc/3246710/pekeliling-KWAMP-
This is what happened...
Cikgu : Apai bisik beli baju sekula, kasut sekula baru?
(Did your father buy new school uniform and new shoes for you?)
Student : Nadai Cikgu!
(No, teacher. )
Cikgu: Dini duit KWAPM seratus dua puluh ringgit Guru Besar meri?
(Where is the RM120 KWAPM that headmaster gave?)
Student: Apai beli maioh langkau ngau rokok nganjung pulai rumah.
(Father bought a lot of cigarette and beer.)
That's where the money started to flow out and also where it finished.
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