Vous tous avez été baisé à gauche, bien et centre par Khir Toyo qui avait l’habitude votre argent pour visiter Paris Disneyland. Oh mon dieu un million pour une visite, payé par l’argent de contribuables ? Et je veux être Khir Toyo’ ; bonne de s. Elle obtient de visiter Paris Disneyland.

See? I speak French too! If you want to know what I wrote above, you got to ask Babel Fish. Just copy the French and translate to English. (except that the F word has becomed kissed)

State agency funded Khir’s Paris Disney tour
Apr 1, 09 12:18pm
Former Selangor Menteri Besar Dr Mohd Khir Toyo and entourage spent almost RM1 million in an official trip to Morocco and France from Dec 17 to 24 in 2004.

The expenditure included a visit to the Paris Disneyland and a four-day transit stopover at Dubai.

This was revealed at the state’s Special Select Committee on Competence, Accountability and Transparency (Selcat) inquiry today.

Among the other revelations were:

Also present in the trip was Khir’s wife Zaharah Kechik, three children and a maid

The official delegation spent RM416,000 for the trip

A reconnaissance team which went ahead to make arrangements for the trip had spent RM366,000

The four-day stopover in Dubai had cost the state RM10,000

All the expenses were covered by state investment arm Perbadanan Nasional Selangor Berhad (PNSB).

(From Malaysiakini)

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Watch your back.

Don’t get fooled.

Meantime, watch this video and learn Mandarin with me.

Actually, my Mandarin is not bad, wei. Just that I cannot read only. Don’t believe ah, watch the video. See how I can read ‘meat’ and ‘water’.

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Sebentar tadi, suami aku channel surfing pergi Astro 101 dan Astro 103. RTM1 dan TV 3 lah tu…..

Masa tu tengah berita perdana. Saya pun pasang telinga dengar berita lah. Ada apek Cina seorang duk komplen pasal geran tanah dan buat heboh yang MB yang cap bulan tu tak bagi kat dia lagi. Dah tu, keluaq sorang jantan, entah siapa aku tak kenal lah. Eh, chup sebentar, masa aku dengar apek Cina buat bising sangat, aku keluar pi tengok TV lah. Sebab tu aku baru boleh nampak.

Jadi, TV tu tunjok sorang laki Melayu cakap pasal nak tolong apek lah, buat muka kesian lah macam-macam lah. Tak apa lagi. Saya cool lagi. Sebab kita tau TV3 dengan RTM tu dacing punya.

Tapi…yang aku meluat tengok tu….ada sorang Cina bawa bendera biru dacing berdiri di belakang jantan yang duk cakap kat kaca TV tu. Ish, ni apa huh? Jantan Cina tu, pun melambai-lambai bendera tu masa jantan Melayu tu duk cakap. Niamah, think you on top of Mt. Everest kah? Or Olympic gold medalist? Waving the flag like a monkey in a circus.

So, I pun marah-marah lah. I punya husband pun pujuk….Dia kata…”Kalau tak pegang bendera dacing, nanti orang ingat mamat buang sampah yang mana satu pulak yang masuk TV tu…” *slaps forehead* Nasib baik suami tak jadi blogger.

Ada satu lagi….lebih awal dari tu, I pulak miang, pi tengok Ezam kat Malaysiakini dot tv. Aku rasa Ezam tu memang sebijik semacam DSAI. Dari cara dia cakap, cara dia emphasise sesuatu perkara, baju dan potongan badan. Yang sedih tu, mengapalah seseorang tu boleh benci seorang lagi sampai ke tahap tu? Segala tomahan, perkataan kesat seperti DSAI tok-kok dan lain-lain lagi langsung tidak mencerminkan tata-tertib seorang pemimpin Islam. Tapi kan, bila saya pikir…kesian juga Ezam tu. Setiap kali ada by-election, UMNO mesti tarik dia keluar jadi tukang tikam belakang. Mana pergi beg-beg yang ada rahsia tu? Mengapa masa perhimpunan UMNO tak nampak Ezam dapat apa-apa penghormatan atau kedudukan? Saya bukan peminat DSAI atau pembangkang UMNO. Yang kat PKR tu, saya cuma minat kat Tian Chua. Kahkahkah…Tapi, saya memang bengang lah. Bila cakap pasal politik, semua manusia tu langsung tak berpegangan prinsip lagi.

Sementara tu…kat Bukit Selambau tu….tadpoles (apa panggil anak katak?) tiga belas ekor duk spawning. Bila dah besar nanti, mereka nak lompat sikatak lompat lah tu….

Aku dok pikiaq ni. (cakap orang penang lah - meaning, aku sedang berfikir) Minta-minta kat Penang ada by-election. Aku pun nak jadi independent candidate. Bayar kawan ramai-ramai undi. Bila dah menang, dapat habuan RM5 juta….. Bisnes ni bagui noh?

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You can laugh over it. But sadly, it is the truth.

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To those whom have contributed to the meals for the homeless, there is an article in The Star Metro North about the food distribution.

I have also counted the dollars and cents and come up with a rounded figure. I have RM508 balance in my hands. I do not know what I will use YOUR money for yet. There are many ways I can make sure the money goes where they are intended and that includes buying necessities and handed out to the folks who need them. My coursemates and I are thinking of making more documentaries (with the proper permissions, of course) to highlight the plight of these people so that more people can come forward and donate to their choice of charitable organisations which will benefit the poor. So, let me sit on these ideas first.

Jimmy made a short clip about our homeless video. You gotta watch it. At one point, I whacked Jimmy and told him I don’t know to laugh or cry. I find it so funny and yet, so touching that Jimmy put that much emphasis on LGE. I hope Jimmy managed to get the clip to the CM and let him see. We wanted to hijack the projector and show this clip yesterday but we were afraid of getting banned like NST reporters. LOL. So, brother, you are their only hope.

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Do you pay for your shit fees? You know…the not so Indah Water sewerage fees? Today, I received a lawyer letter on the notice of paying up our shit fees amounting to over RM500+. I asked the accountant hubby what he is going to do about it. He said, I will pay lah, when the government took over. So, I don’t know if he is going to do that or not. Who cares about shit fees, huh? At most, you will see on the news “Blogger detained for shitting but not paying sewage fee.”

We were the dysfunctional family who had their dinner and talk about shits like these. So, my children asked us what is Indahwater and why we should pay them. That means, I must launched into discussion on the origin of the tahi until it is processed and sent back to the eco-system.

That’s when my #3 son asked what will happen when we burnt shit? I told him in some poor countries, they do use cow dungs to make homes and use as fire. What you call arang? But I told him, cow dungs have lots of grass fibres so it is useful as it is strong. He said, “…but human shits don’t have fibre, what. So, what do you think happen when you burnt it?”

That’s the sad thing about me. I have to deal with kids like that and challenged with their ’smart’ questions. Like my #2 son who suddenly had the enlightenment that if you pray to a milk jug, and you so happened to get what you were praying for, you will also treat the milk jug like Jesus. So I asked him, “Did you ask the milk jug or Jesus to help you with your bike test this morning?” He failed his first test ‘cos he claimed the bike was cacat and jerk so he put his foot down (which made him fail). I told him my mother had a saying, “People who do not know how to dance, claim the dance floor is not even.” This morning, he took the second time and passed. He said, Jesus with his milk jug helps him.

Now that he could ride a bike anywhere, he found the roads in Penang full of potholes. He complained about how bad the road and its potholes are. And my ’smarter’ #1 son said, “If there are no potholes (from the sewage tank openings), then the road will be full of shits floating around.” I told them they will make very good politicians because they have good excuses for everything.

So, what do you do with your Indahwater’s bills? You better pay before they force you to berak di jamban and get them cleared by the night soil carriers. I tell you, the bucket there is enough to give you mental trauma. That’s why I have phobia of public toilets.

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Our lecturers in the citizen journalism course reminded us to do our homework well. Know our subjects before we approach them for interview. So, I knew that the PR led Penang State Government has issues with the MCA Ng Yen Yen from the Fed Gov. It gets to be a pain when there are all these finger pointings, accusations and challenges between them.

Here we are talking about the hardcore poor, marginalised and voiceless people in Penang. To me, they are like sitting ducks or mascots for politicians to use. (well, not all but most politicians) Yet, up there, they are throwing challenges to each other. For example, back in August 2008, State Umno liaison secretary Datuk Azhar Ibrahim said Lim Guan Eng is only “good at making cheap publicity via various programmes but none have succeeded due to poor planning,” (Bernama)

Then, during the height of the Permatang Pauh by-election, the very TCB Ng Yen Yen visited the hardcore poor in Penang and claimed, “I do this all the time (visiting). This is not for election. Since I am here, I thought I’ll just stop by for a few house visits,” she said after presenting a hamper to the couple. (The Star)

So, these hardcore poor were like pawns in the political game between the DAP led Penang State Government and the MCA controlled Fed. Gov. ministry. Ng Yen Yen holds the funds to disburse to the various states.

Then, recently, Phee Boon Poh claimed that MCA sabotaged the Penang State Government’s efforts in eradicating poverty.

Phee had on Feb 25 claimed that MCA members contracted to work as assistant welfare officers in Penang had cast aside aid forms submitted by hardcore poor applicants.

He said forms with supporting signatures by Pakatan Rakyat assemblymen were ignored, and applicants were told to get signatures of Barisan Nasional representatives instead.

He also claimed that on at least one occasion, the form was torn in the presence of the applicant.

(The Sun)

So, can you see how disgusting these tussles using the poor are? Therefore, when I attend the event held at Dewan Sri Pinang this morning, I only went there half-hearted. However, my coursemates and I wanted to see the response of the state government towards another issue, i.e. the homeless on the streets. I also intended to ‘chase and catch’ the CM’s political secretary the very lansi Ng Wei Aik to interview him. My question was to ask him to comment on the public perceptions that the homeless are not treated with respect and compassion. However, he left early and I missed ‘chasing, cornering and catching him on video’.

(P/S - My video is a bit corrupted after conversion. Sorry for the technical glitches.)

Anyway, I got a short video clip of the event by the CM. He looks mighty fit in the t-shirt. Our CM also go casual because I saw someone offering him a jacket which he declined.

This video is just my trial run video. My two coursemates, Jimmy and Lim had their tripods, remote and external mike for the real recording. Come to think of it, this citizen journalism thingie can be very frightening to the politicians because we are not the regular MSM reporters who are more ‘balanced’. For eg. Jimmy asked the CM where did all the money Ng Yen Yen said she disbursed went to? Power to CJ! YB Phee then explained in detail why they need RM10M for the set up of the shelter home, how they have to beg for places at the welfare homes in Kedah, Perak and Pahang before they can do anything for the homeless here.

In conclusion, do I think Penang is really free of hardcore poverty? Or is it just a statement like producing A results to show the BN government since election fever is running high? Well, I am the #1 fan of the CM so I have no comment, ok? LOL, even my video is biased, ok?

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This morning (Sunday), I have to waste at least 10 minutes to get ready for choir practice.

Yesterday afternoon, I have to waste another 15 minutes to get ready for church.

This afternoon, again, I have to waste another 15 minutes to go to the Canon warehouse sales and dinner. (btw, I got a video camcorder from Canon already)

Just within 24 hours, I have wasted 40 minutes of my life. Over what? Over make-up. The mascara, eye-shadows, foundation, loose powder, compact foundation, SKII smelly yeast water, sun block, lipsticks, lip gloss.

Seven to eight months ago, I also wasted my time over these lorry load of creams, lotions, colours, mask and etc. Somehow, when I was volunteering at the cancer hospital, I took time to dress down and after a few months, I become so comfortable with my brown pants and black t-shirt ’self imposed’ uniform.

I was about to mulch back to my tomboy state. I love being a tomboy. Cut the hair short-short, wear loose baggy clothings and slip into a selipar. They call it pengkid. I call it liberation.

But……..*insert sad music* last week, someone asked me if I brought my GRANDSON! My GRANDSON! WTF! Adoi, my ego was broken into million pieces. She is single, retired and she knew me for a while already as we were in some projects many times.

Aiyoyoyo….ammah…..you mean to tell me that all the while you thought I am a retiree like you just because I can do whatever you can do? I am a mom with four kids lah. I am super busy with million of things to do. But I am much efficient so that’s why people tend to think I am very free. They thought I am RETIRED. WTF. I retired when I was 35 years old, ok? I am only 44 years old and a few months and a few days old only.

Lucky the building I was in where the conversation took place has only a single storey and the bell tower is not accessible. Otherwise, aiyoyoyo, I gonna jump already.

So, yesterday, with a very bruised ego, I have to be a good girl and brings out my box of make-up, skincare and eyebrow shaper. I need to go get my hair cut. I need to start my mask regime. I need to dig out all my non-pengkid clothes from my wardrobe and start wearing things that show breasts, waist and butt. I hate that. I love being a tomboy. I want to be a tomboy. But sometimes, at a certain age, you realised that you have to fight Mommy Nature or else people think I am a grandma with a very cute grandson and an even cuter gingerbread man.

When is the next confession ah? I must go confess, “Forgive me Father but I have thoughts of killing people because killing self is painful…”

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“Look, dear, your grandpa is here.”

When I was a kid, my mother told me never kill a praying mantis (the insect) because it is an old man praying. She also told me never kill dragonfly because there is an old woman sitting on it’s back. I guess she knew I like to pull the legs and wings out of mosquitoes to torture them so she used this scare tactic to save other insects.

So, that praying mantis was crawling on the head of my grandparents-in-law’s tombstone this morning and I had the fun of taking pictures of the insect, grass, smoke, morning dew and etc.

Pity my hubby has to throng the hills on his own, I decided to wake up early and follow him (pssstt….cos the sis-in-laws are all not free to go) to pay homage to his paternal grandparents.

“Dear, at what age did you start this apprentice of Ching Ming?”

Hubby told me his father took him up this hill in Gottlieb Road since he was very, very young. He said he was about Matthew’s age. He even remembered sitting up the on the hill and wonder why the cars keep going up the tunnel and going down the tunnel. (due to the hilly terrain, he could only see them disappearing and appearing)

He doesn’t even know the name of his grandpa, when he died, due to what or what he did in his youth. It is just a habit that hubby’s parents handed down to him to go for Ching Ming every year.

Many years ago, before I got married, there were two years when I failed to get on the hill. On the first year when I joined hubby in taking my yet-to-be-mil and father-in-law, I woke up on the morning with a severe stomachache. The following year when I was still a girlfriend, we were on the way to Ching Ming this old lady and old man’s grave and we got into an accident. Instead of heading up the hill, we ended up in the police station with a wrecked car and some chicken and duck in the car boots. So, I was telling myself that old lady grandma-in-law probably refused to let me, a sinful live-in-girlfriend from, stepping foot on her tomb. Never mind, I am bull-headed and years after years I used to cook the chicken for her as a grand-daughter in-law (until I jumpship to Yehsou). This morning, I ran down to the market and got her three yellow roses. “You don’t have many choices, grandma-in-law. I am the only descendant who still bother to come to your grave. So, if you give me stomach ache again, your grandson also cannot deliver the bag of clothes and gold and treasures for you, ok?”

So, take the yellow roses I selected for you. And bless your great-grandsons, ok? The rose only costs RM1 per stalk but I know they will look beautiful in my photos.

From Gottlieb Road, it is the annual visit to another grave in Sepuluh Kongsi. This time, it is the son of this old couple, i.e. hubby’s uncle who died young, and was a bachelor. This is grave is near my own parents’ grave.

It is quite a sad grave because they didn’t give him a proper tombstone last time (probably due to poverty). Now, what is left is only a piece of broken granite. There is no more demarcation of Uncle’s territory. In Chinese fengshui, no one is to touch an old grave no matter how broken it is. According to a contractor who used to do my house renovation, he said a family who did that ended up with the deaths of several sons. It is a taboo to ‘renovate’ a broken grave.

Anyway, Uncle is quite lucky that at least he has a nephew who still go and gave him an instant Ching Ming every year. A funny thing happened this morning. I was busy putting those yellow/white papers to mark Uncle’s territory. Hubby burned a bunch of joss-sticks. He passed it to me to hold (not to pray, ok?)while he opened the kueh plastic bag. The bunch of joss-sticks kept burning and producing big flames. So, I was giving the joss-sticks a few frantic shakes to blow out the fire.

Someone passed by and shouted, “Hoi your things are on fire!” The embers must have lighted up the pile of clothings and golds. Actually, the pile of things were quite far away from where I was standing. So, poor hubby tried to extinguish the fire but got burned by melted plastic bag. The whole thing ended up in flames before he even finished the ritual of setting out the kueh, pour the tea etc etc. We took it as a sign that Uncle told him, “Ok lah, got what you gave, just go home, no need to stand here in the hot sun for so long. Balik rumah lah. Forget the rituals, as long as you still come to my grave, I am happy enough.” We were there for less than 10 minutes!

And that concludes week one of Ching Ming. Hubby has to follow the hierarchy of his family. That means he must go to the eldest in the family, i.e. grandparents, then, uncle who is the older brother of his father and then, his own father. Next week, all my sons will have to start their Ching Ming apprenticeship. Hopefully, if time permits we get to join my own siblings for my own parents’ grave.

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I don’t know about others but I am not turning off the lights.

I am not turning off the lights not because I want to be anti-Earth Hour. But this poor woman just got home at 8.10 pm, after leaving the house around 1pm. And due to the heavy rain, she can’t take her children out for dinner. And not only due to the rain, she has no money as well. With only twenty bucks, how to feed four persons? (not because I am poor lah, it’s because I forget to fill up money in my wallet when I went out)

So, Earth Hour or not, I am leaving my house lights on because I need to :

1) Bath
2) Change
3) Find some things to cook for dinner
4) Eat already, must pangsai

Pangsai in the dark seems too geli. I also need to boil a pot of hot water to make coffee. Drinking coffee in the dark is very dangerous. What happens if a cicak dropped inside the cup?

My original plan was to bring my children somewhere bright to see how many people actually do this Earth Hour mob. I had wanted to bring them to a mall or something. But then, I wonder how safe it is to be in a public place in the dark. What if I get grope by some dirty old man? Can I sue Danny Law for coming up with this idea? You may say, “Only blind man will grope a 45 yrs old woman like you!” But true mah, if no lights, so dark, it is like blind mah.

So, okay folks, I am just crapping this post to mark Earth Hour. I am going to take my bath in the bright lights so that I can see my own face. That way I won’t use the floor detergent to shampoo my hair and the toilet cleaner to brush my teeth.

Go enjoy your Earth Hour. And don’t forget to grope someone in the dark.

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