'MCA go home' vs 'Where was DAP 13 years ago?' at Jonker Walk
What?! Gan qualified his being there as a survey, not to protest? Let alone to lead the protest? Did Mr. Gan Tian Loo realize that the MCA protest carries more weight than DAP protest many times
over. The state government, being UMNO-led government, considers the DAP as the opposition working hand-in-hand with PAS and PKR to oust UMNO from power, rescinding the directive on the request
from DAP leaders will make the party even more popular. I thought, at first, here come the MCA, finally to do what it's supposed to do. Then the expected happened. He got cold feet. The
reporter who covered the protest reported Gan was suddenly cautious . He was like ..."I'm here to lend my support to..the .. no, wait! I am not here to support the traders - but just to do a quick
survey! But I am glad to be standing here with the protesters but reporters, please put it down in black and white I am not, I repeat, am not here as part of the protest. This is the reason the MCA
was shunned, I mean has been shunned by the Chinese. They do not represent the Chinese anymore. They cannot get things done anymore unlike in the old days. Gan admitted his meeting with the chief
minister was fruitless, but would keep trying. Keep trying for what? He should stop embarrassing the MCA and reducing its credibility further by continuing to beg despite being rebuffed earlier.
Again, this proved that the Malaysian Chinese Association has really completely lost its usefulness. If a small matter like Jonker Walk closure was beyond its power then, that 's it.
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The following stories may fire your imagination, pique your interest. Some say 1MDB is Malaysia's Sovereign Wealth fund; to others they asked what wealth fund when its total capitalization is just One million ringgit? But, then again, if you think you can look down on the pet idea of the Malaysian prime minister, think again. His idea has the potential of turning the now world famous - or shall we say, infamous - 1Malaysia Development Berhad into a giant corporation you can ever imagine - even bigger than Bill Gate's Microsoft! At least, it could be, if the original course is stayed. It was supposed to inspire Malaysians to think big besides advance growth, according to its slogans screaming out of giant bill boards throughout the country. 'Backed' by the finance ministry who owns it - which means money will never be the problem - it can only succeed. But..it didn't. It failed! That's why it may have piqued many people's curiosity. How can a company flush with cash and can borrow any amount (billions) anytime could fail? Well, this may be in line with your thinking. People have seen since its inception - I mean after its name was changed in 1999 from Trengganu Investment Authority (TIA) to the present - it hasn't done any business! I have used present tense deliberately. It hasn't done any business yet. I mean if you are in business you need to make profit or find ways to make profit. Or close shop. Oh, I had heard about their filings of tax returns and hiring of a couple of internationally known auditors to sign off on their balance sheets; but these concerned only the company's borrowings and interests to be paid. Two massive bonds were issued to the tune of $7 billions. To buy up power plants. Again I want to say if you are in business to make money even investing in independent Power Plants, it should be done with the view to making a profit. The decision may be long term or short term, it doesn't matter, it has to make money, or no deal. May be they have done the right thing. Maybe luck was not on their side. Still, the amount is staggering. I didn't know having or managing so much money can be a problem! But many - especially the Malays - have not given up hope yet. Yes, may be the durians are just ripening; may be they need time and may fall soon!
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Malaysia is supposed to be on its way to becoming a developed nation, by the year 2020. Will she make it (in less than five years -tick-tuck, tick-tuck)? There is no doubt the year 2020 is coming whether the country is ready or not, and if that will be the only requirement then Malaysia will attain that developed nation status on schedule. There is a question, though, Will Malaysia, or Malaysians, for that matter, be ready for that status as far as their affluence, quality of life's concern? Currently Malaysia's GNI per capita stood at US$10060. According to the World Bank high income economies are those with GNI per capita of US$12,745. And until Malaysians earn much more to be there, the developed nation status may not be achieved even by the year 2020. The futility of declaring a country a high income country when it's not, achieves nothing. May be even counter-productive; it lulls the country into false sense of success and premature celebration. Don't forget China reportedly overtook Japan as the world's second largest economy, but in actual fact China's citizens' ca pita income is a fraction of the incomes of the Japanese who earn $37,000. Chinese incomes range from $13,000. China's gross domestic product, taken as a whole, may beat Japan's, but in term of quality of life, and GNI per capita income, the criteria for a developed nation status, China still has a lot of catching up to do. That's why China still qualifies as recipient of Japan's economic aid meant for developing countries. Comparing with the Chinese per capita domestic product, Malaysia is even worse off. Unless the government bucks up and rushes to create more wealth for its citizens, the Vision 2020 dream may remain just that ..a dream.
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Aug 3, 2021
I was Like Tiger Wood To Then Dating Scenes
I Was Like Tiger Wood To Then Dating Scenes
Checked.
By David Lang
In my heydays I had everything a good, exciting life requires - looks, money, a sense of humor; ability to come up with stories anytime any place on any subject. And never run out of them. I could go on and on..like no end. Checked.
This gift (I call it a gift because if I don't have a story for for an occasion, I could invent one with ease) came in handy for my dating life. Because of it I never faced difficulty in finding girlfriends. It amazed me how girls flocked to me as if I was a billionare's son. I believe the girls were not after my money although my riches was visible enough then. I owned two brand new Toyota saloons when owning one was feat then when most men (boys) my age usually rode or could only afford motorcycles. Checked.
I am convinced if you could light up parties with people eagerly lapping up your stories, you don't need to be rich. Checked.
At the height of his fame (career), Tiger Woods could make millions by just gracing a golf tournement. Everyone - golfers and spectators alike - adored Woods as a golf champion, and wanted to associate with him. It can be said, sic, like I am a Tiger Woods of dating. Checked.
From as young as a boy, girls would like to go out with me. They even footed
the bills. They only wanted fun and companionship from me. Earlier I did mention
my looks. Yes I was lucky to be quite easy on the eyes that girls - any girls -
that saw me liked what they saw, and all became like low-hanging fuits for me,
everyone of them! 
Even their mothers approved of my going out with their daughters. Lest I forget to mention, my wealth came from my refrigerator servicing business which I owned one hundred percent. Checked.
Because of my nature of business brute strength was required (sometimes we need to physically carry an ACMA twin-door refrigerator up to the twelve floor of a building when the lifts malfunctined) to tackle the heavy job. The business suited me fine. In a normal day, I could finish up to 6 refrigerators, and sometimes worked late into the nights. Checked.
But the good news is before I finished up for the day (night), I already had a pretty girl waiting to go out with me (after I had had my bath). Checked.
Incidentally, the only regret I had was I had to disappoint all these pretty girls. I was not the marrying kind! Checked.
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Jul 29, 2012
About the Author Behind The Write-Way Gazette
Non-fiction
Welcome to The Write-Way Gazette
The Write-Way Gazette is part of my quest to become a published writer, and Blogger,
the parcel. It is a dream come true for me as I have always wanted to be an author and an editor.
It would be great to see my own book with my photo on the front cover, sitting on bookshelf in a bookstore. Or to be an editor of a book publishing firm who reads piles of submitted manuscripts everyday, and has the final say in who gets whose novel published. Or helm a magazine or daily newspaper.
Oct 9, 2011
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Family wants dogs put down
Patricia Sullivan-Vaucher, sister of Maurice Sullivan, the Irish tourist who was mauled to death at a Penang farm in January, wrote in an open letter that the family wants a closure to this sad event, and it should start with the death of the guilty dogs.
Jul 14, 2011
A monk like no other
Once upon a time sometime ago, there came a monk who intrigued and aroused the passion of hundreds of housewives of a village at the foothill of Green Lane.
It was not known how the monk -- a Siamese monk -- came to the place. Someone (a housewife, perhaps) must have invited him there. It is common for Chinese people, especially housewives, to seek blessings from and to offer alms to Thai Buddhist monks.
These monks will sprinkle holy water on the devotees who in turn will offer foods and money to the monks.
The monk on whom this story is hung was no different; he blessed people, and that was probably how or why he came to the village.
But that was not what we are interested in; we are interested in what he was said to possess -- or shall we say endowed with -- and what he was said to be capable of performing certain feats with it.
Whenever the monk -- whom I shall call Phra AhCharn Sang, his real name -- turned up (usually at our next door neighbor's house), a hive of activity followed.
The news about this special holy man spread fast, mostly through words of mouth. Soon a of horde of devotees descended on the house.
Although I was aware of the going-on next door, it was my sister-in-law who was herself a devotee who filled me with the lurid amazing details about the Thai holy monk.
No, Phra Sang, how he was also called, was not popular because he possessed magical power to cure your illness by just touching you, like Jesus Christ; or give you winning ToTo numbers; but for owning an extraordinary penis, and what he could do with it!
According to my sister-in-law, this monk, or shall we say this monk's private part -- which they referred to as cerut (cigar in English) -- was able to hold two whole young coconuts simultaneously!
According to my sister-in-law, the super penis was discovered by chance.
As we all know, monks always sit -- whatever the place -- a level higher than lay people. They would sit cross-legged like the Buddha statue; and as we all know nobody can sit like that forever (except the Buddha), they have to uncross their legs sometimes, to release tension or let the blood flow.
So, one day, when this monk uncrossed his, it happened! He unwittingly exposed his manhood to the congregated ladies in front. Although it was only momentarily, it was enough for them to grasp what they saw; gasped, became silent, and then burst into laughter! Soon the monk himself saw the funny side of it and started laughing too.
He apologized for unwittingly exposing his private parts to them, blaming on his yellow robes (malfunction).
But the surprised turned curious ladies, with their inhibitions thrown to the wind, told the monk "Don't worry; we have seen this thing before -- except...!..er..not like this!" "We know it was an accident, but even if it was not we don't mind. On the contrary ...it would...be great.." "You mean you want to see it again? The priest asked sheepishly, feeling a little not himself. There was a moment of silence while the housewives whispered into each others' ear. "Yes! Yes! Yes! We want to see more, please!" They replied in unison.
And without further ado, the monk lifted his robes up to his shoulder, to expose what could be one of the biggest and longest cigars in the world.
My sister-in-law did not say what transpired after that (whether the audience or any member of the audience was invited to check out the monstrous penis). But she did fill me with another story about another "ceremony" which the priest performed to perfection.
He asked his audience to bring him a young coconut of any size so that he could show them how rigid his penis was.
But instead of doing as she was told, one of the housewives brought two very large green coconuts!
"Two coconuts! Are you crazy? I asked you to bring me one coconut but you brought two, and very large ones at that," he pointed to the two fruits, instantly realizing he should not have played games with these ladies. "How am I going to hang those two monstrous coconuts on a penis? One of them could be too heavy already," added the somewhat worried monk.
But the housewives ignored the Phra Ahcharn Sang's protest or reasoning. They couldn't be stopped now. They wanted to see the two coconuts hung on the monk's phallus so much that they were prepared to do it manually themselves if necessary.
However, the presence of these ladies, especially the young and beautiful one (who happened to be my own girlfriend), so near and ogling his rock-hard cigar, helped make his task somewhat easier.
He was on fire!
He was beyond caring. He didn't care if they put three coconuts on his giant penis.
Although my sister-in-law didn't fill me in with the juicy details of what might have transpired between the monk and the aroused 30-something ladies, she told about what transpired between my girlfriend and the priest.
Apparently he was hitting on her when he told her he could cleanse her inside-out -- to make her free of evil spirits and make her even more beautiful he said, but..she must meet him at a Burmese Temple in Burmah Lane, where he was staying.
I was beside myself with anger and worry when I heard she actually planned to go and meet him.
I don't know what made her want to do it; was it his penis or his promise to cleanse her with lime water and chanting? Most Chinese did (still do) believe in Buddhist monks bathing them with holy lime water.
However, in the end, I put my foot down and, thanks to the Buddha, it worked!
Jun 26, 2011
About Me
Hi! I am David. I would like to welcome you to my Home (page).
People call me a Eurasian because of the way I am (apparently); I am not. I am what I am. Oh, sure, I have some Caucasian blood, if that's what you want to know. Some of my cousins had 'white' looks while some cousins had mixed-race 'white' looks (minus the usual blue or green eyes); while the rest looked like Malay or Thais. I thought I belonged to the third group, until..one day a man who I noticed looked like an American or English, came to engage me to repair his refrigerator.
Before we had a deal, I had to make clear how much it would cost to recharge gas for his fridge (if necessary), for instance. When he heard the price the man said: "Common man, make it cheaper; we're fellow Eurasians."I was taken aback. "..But, sir..I thought you're a Mat Saleh (white man)!" I replied. "I am neither white nor black; I am (like) you!," he declared.
People call me a Eurasian because of the way I am (apparently); I am not. I am what I am. Oh, sure, I have some Caucasian blood, if that's what you want to know. Some of my cousins had 'white' looks while some cousins had mixed-race 'white' looks (minus the usual blue or green eyes); while the rest looked like Malay or Thais. I thought I belonged to the third group, until..one day a man who I noticed looked like an American or English, came to engage me to repair his refrigerator.
Before we had a deal, I had to make clear how much it would cost to recharge gas for his fridge (if necessary), for instance. When he heard the price the man said: "Common man, make it cheaper; we're fellow Eurasians."I was taken aback. "..But, sir..I thought you're a Mat Saleh (white man)!" I replied. "I am neither white nor black; I am (like) you!," he declared.
After he left, and I went to collect his refrigerator at his home, where I found his wife's looks to contrast plenty with his even though he claimed he married his cousin! "But I thought you're..," I asked politely in front of his Filipino wife. Gregory, that's his real name, told me everything. Some of his siblings look like a Johnny or Jenny while some like a Mohamed or Sharifah.
Anyway, the very next day the man was back at my shop -- with his father in tow! After the handshake, the father who looked like Portuguese like me, was asked if I looked like a Eurasian, he nodded.
This was not the first time I was reminded of my ambiguous or 'different' looks, nor would be the last. People, men and women, or even girls I was dating couldn't precisely identify me with an ethnic group. They mumbled something like..I thought you're a Malay but..on closer look you're not. I cannot be an Indian, nor Chinese. A Thai may be; but Thais and Malays look exactly the same. So, I went to consult the person who could best give me an answer. At first my mother, was reluctant to talk about it. She even got up and left me sitting alone, and wondering. When I caught up with her again, she said she didn't know what I was talking about. She said this was the first time I asked this sort of question. Why now? "What took you so long?"
According to her, yes, there was a "khon prang" (which means "farang" in modern Thai - which translates as a white man) who once a long, long time ago came to stay and subsequently took many women in the village as wives. or flirted with some. That's as far she would go; and started laughing (as if asking to fill the blank).
I can't say if my research brought me closer to the answer I was looking for (or should be looking for), but I don't think you need to be a rocket scientist to be able to put to and two together. That's the real, unmistakable me; or shall we say, the me I never thought I was.
And then that's that. I forgot about the whole thing completely..until..I was asked to write this About Me for my blog.
As I remember, during my heyday I was different compared to other people I mixed with, old and young. I was treated well..let me see..special wherever I socialized. As if I am..different. What did they want from me or see in me? If we bought a jug of beer to celebrate at a lounge or night-club,for instance, I got to drink the first glass! I always invariably had the honor. And if we went on a group date, I inevitably got the prettiest girl - if not all the girls - in the group to pair up with me. It was amazing, to say the least.
Sometimes I wondered why I became the way I was.
During my heyday I had everything a good and exciting life required - a body like an athlete, a prosperous business (I ran a refrigerator servicing company)- which allowed me to afford new cars when other boys in my group could only ride motorcycles - and lots of girls. I was then more than thirty years old (30 something, if you will) but look at my girlfriends. Weren't they (as young as) my daughters!
Forget it, forget it, right now if you think I used to buy expensive presents to lure those sweet young things into my arms. I never bought anythings for my girlfriends other than picture albums which were common type of presents for birthday parties, and so on occasions. I didn't have to; I was able to approach girls for dates like second nature. I cannot recall having failed even once to get a girl to become my girlfriend. Some, in worst cases, might take a bit longer, that's all. But never failed. Many people wondered how I did it. I couldn't teach people to be like me even if I wanted to, or was paid to, we're all different. It's not something like a HTML code which you can teach people. It's what you're born with or to be. In those days, hordes of boys (not to mention girls)who flocked to me was for obvious reason. If they could not emulate me in tackling girls, they wanted to be introduced to girls I was not keen on, and I was pleased to help my friends. I was not at all selfish; I couldn't possibly date all the girls.
Needless to say, I dated countless of girls. Even those already going steady with their boyfriends! Before you slam me as an unscrupulous, son-of-a-bitch, I assure you I was never like that at all. I never stole anyone's girlfriend, I didn't need to. But I want to relate this story about a very special pretty girl I met at a supermarket and departmental stores in Georgetown. She was pretty, alright, very pretty. There was already a big crowd surrounding her counter (selling sweets and chocolates), and they're not there to buy sweets! She was not more than 18 (I later found out she had yet to cut her eighteen birthday cake)and was sporting a wet-look hair. The closer you looked the prettier she appeared; the crowd drooled while ogling her. It had been a while since I saw such a beautiful girl. And when I say it had been a while that I had such a pretty girlfriend, you should choose to believe. So tempting that I had to ask her to be my girlfriend. I hesitated only a moment before coming up with a game plan. I bought $5 worth of sweets from her. That got her attention. I am sure nobody bought that in single purchase from her. They erred miserably. No venture no gain, that's my policy.
As usual, I asked what was her name and she told me:"Miss Oh." After shaking hands (don't forget, unless you've shaken hands and exchanged names, you aren't considered acquaintances, let alone friends) and giving my name, I left her there to attend to other ogling customers. I didn't want to push or jeopardize my luck. I knew where to find her.
As you imagined, I got the pretty girl to be my girlfriend alright. Our first outing was a morning walk at a Water Fall Botanic Garden, nestled at a foothill of Penang Hill. Oh my god, the girl was so sweet that even without a trace of makeup, she looked good enough to eat! No wonder we, or shall we say she) attracted stares everywhere we went. And then disaster struck. We met a girl, a pretty girl herself, whom I met when she was with another girlfriend of mine. Undoubtedly she lost no time in reporting this to my other girl, who was beside herself with anger (or disappointment?) upon hearing from her friend. But I managed to calm her and avoided a bloodbath. I just explained I went for a morning walk with the girl that's all. "Don't lose sleep over it, okay? She said: 'OK.'"
I thought I want to digress here. No, not yet. This Miss Oh, had another thing about her that I believe worth relating. Anyway, one night while out driving in my brand new Toyota Corolla, someone foolishly tried to overtake us and unintentionally (I believed) grated the front of my new car in the process. The car shook and I knew there must be some damage, albeit a minor one, but all I wanted that night was to have the pleasure of going out with my pretty girlfriend. Fucked the loss (damage). All I had to do was drive to my friend's workshop, and he would have my car rubbed, puttied and repainted to its original condition, before I knew it. So, I thought I would let this pass; but.."..not so fast," said my girlfriend, galvanizing me to not let the other guy (or guys?) get away with it.
To say I was surprised was an understatement; I was shocked. Here I thought I was on top of the world going out with probably the most beautiful, innocent girl in my entire dating life, to be confronted with an angry, Kill Bill girl instigating me to demand compensation from the driver who's responsible? What if the driver had other friends (men) in the car, which now got trapped between the red light and my car, and there were no push-overs? There could be a bloodbath, if we came to blows. Moreover, I was not one run away from a fight.
I approached the offending driver; he got out (towering or my 5'5' frame) and we exchanged a few words: "Hello, friend. You just grated my (new) car, were you not aware? 'Of course, we were aware; I am very sorry. How much I have to pay?'", he responded. "Fifty dollars will be fine", I named my price. After a moment, after consulting his friends in the car, he offered only $20 but, if I wanted more, I could follow him to see his adopted brother and, hopefully, his brother would pay.
What is this? I thought to myself then, could this be a trap? For one thing, the place the driver said his adopted brother worked was a dancing hall or a disco of sort. A place teeming with all sort of characters (mostly bad). For all I knew his so-called adopted brother could be a thug, but after discussing with my precious girl who purposely got into this mess, my inner mind told me to say: "Bring it on!"
We arrived at the place barely 10 minutes later. The disco was on first floor of a building which was part of a hotel but having a separate entrance and staircase, but sharing a drive-in and drive-out at ground entrance. The drive was such that once we drove in behind the other car and parked, there was no easy escape in case I needed it. How would I know the so-called adopted bother was not a big, mean man? At that time I already began to have second thoughts about the whole thing. I just wanted to go home. But that's too late now. I had to see it through, whatever it took. So I went to sit on the front of my car bonnet, pretending to look cool(actually I was cool, wasn't afraid one bit, I never was in my life when it comes to this sort of thing, fortunately). But this type of meeting or arrangement more often than not, leads to a brawl. Wait a minute, this could probably be the plan of the guilty driver who ever had his ass saved by his adopted (protector) brother before. But, fortunately, my fear of a bloodbath was unfounded. The brother and his six or seven bodyguards were all small men. I was a big man when compared to them; and, thank God, they turned out to be good, ordinary men. There were there to work and tried to earn a living. They didn't relish altercation; they wanted to settle amicably. When they approached with their hands stretched out to shake mine, I heaved sigh of a relief. Floored by their generous and friendly nature, I thought of forgoing the compensation. But they insisted, repeatedly, so I accepted albeit with reluctance.
We shook hands again, and we parted (as friends I hope).
As I was about to heave another sigh of relief, I was hit with another shock. My girlfriend gleefully congratulated me for passing her bravery test with.."flying colors", she said!
Now I digress. Where were we? Oh, about how easy for me to get girls, right? Well, in those day I was so confident with the opposite sex that, I not only could have any girl, rich or poor, or even a university graduate, I wanted, I could even match make for friends. All they had to do was pointed out the girls they couldn't handle to me, and held their breaths, and presto! the girls would soon be theirs.
However, it only seemed easy, it was not. I had to work on the girl as though I fell for her. When I was done, I turned her over to her original admirer. It worked. And too well, in fact. This reputation spread like wild fires up to England and Australia, where an Irene and Tom (real name Thomas) flew thousands of miles to join me and our group, to paint the town (Georgetown is now a city) red, so to speak.Boys (my acquaintances) had been known to even lie to girls they were inviting to their parties that "David (yours truly) would come, too, you know!" But I didn't (and still don't) mind. I was flattered. I would have helped any ones to find their dream girls. All they had to do was ask. I could help both girls and boys to find that someones to settle down with (and who knows may be even invited me to their weddings)! It all was unbelievable and amazing - even to myself - for such a man with such a magic hand to exist. If you say what I was to the dating world (scenes) then what Tiger Woods was to golf tournaments, I say you can say that again. But I want to warn: don't try this anywhere unless.. you're sure you're glib enough, brave enough. You might just end up being chased by jealous husbands or boyfriends!
By the way, About Me story is much, much more than this. I need a book, or several thick books, to store the whole story. But I believe people are not for lengthy About Me story. So, I end here. Thank you for your time.
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