http://www.truthdig.com/report/page3/20080729_acts_of_war/

Dear readers(if there are any) the link above is a report by Scott Ritter, a former U.N. weapons inspector and Marine intelligence officer who has written extensively about Iran.

Please read and be informed about the going ons of the world and the butterfly effect that will ripple through our daily lives and our economic outlook in the near future,even as we prepare for the festivities ahead take heed from the surroundings around us whispering of things to come.Open your eyes and have a broader view of the world rather than preoccupy our minds with our own needs and wants and bragging about the 'new' things in our lives,after all in the end 'things' are just that 'things' nothing more than that.What we are left with is our dignity and self worth in life and knowledge we garner throughout our lives no matter how short it is.

So read and knowledge is key and power to elevate you a higher level(modesty and humility shows true character so use the knowledge wisely)....

Lights

My wife and i had trip down to Geylang yesterday night coz the young daughter wants to hunt down some cloth to make her baju kurung,as we drove there i can't help thinking to myself when we saw the lights illuminating the night at Geylang Serai that what are we as a society???.Are we just a bunch of people easily pacified by this yearly lights that represents the holy month of Ramadan or are we more than that as a society???.It saddens me to think that we are that easy, this is evident when conversations of admiration and accolades were centered on the lights on the streets.

Are we just that?? Lights??? Are our rights as the natives of this land that we call 'home' addressed at the highest level??? What happen to our national language Malay??? is it replaced by Mandarin or some other dialect??? Where are the promises made before we separated from Malaysia to our Malay grassroots leaders???..

Now it seems that we are the problem child in our own country,with us topping the table of having the highest drug addicts,having topped also the highest divorce rates,having also the highest sexual problems in our youths,and lets not forget we topping the table with having the most dysfunctional families.All this is due to our small population compared to the other races and whatever wrongs that we do will have a glaring effect on the 'tables',so what it boils down to is us.

The question here again is what are we???,are we going to be mild-mannered,self-loathing,self-pacified with the scraps thrown to us from the master or are we going to refuse and resist and have this relentless pursue for greatness and are we willing to sacrifice everything and anything to the course,in the wake of this is just collateral damage.I guess I'm alone in this as i have put forward this idea of revolution to some of 'us' and all i get is blank stares and glazed stares,in their minds I'm a nutcase,ungrateful and a terrorist.I'm not all the above but someone who is not delusional by the propaganda campaigns put forth.

So what are we??? Who are we??? are we willing....

Succumb

Nothing is never clear with thoughts
The will,the passion,the faith is fought
Cosmetic preferential beings of industrial fate
Walls of pain,doubt,fear,loneliness,never i prevail
Dear i have never known we will be unveiled
Constant feelings of bearing within i consume
Succumbed i comprehend my life of waste and dwellings
Unsuspecting skeptics breaking us, beats us down
Believing nothing, i have nothing to show, they will frown
Passion of unwavering belief,in itself i will fade away and drown

A video that made my tears trickled down

Rumblings

There is so much of nothing to be said
There is so much of anything to be said
Many of my hearts yearning
Emptiness dwells within and selective suicide compels
Affordability is questioned,is prodded,is elective,is awaken
Hold to the truth of my principles
Rumblings of my mind's inner me
Sins of mistakes, remorse burns,it grows,consumes till....
Tears welled up,through the eyes of the unseen left behind they felt
Years of pain,death an escape,till death, alone he bears his loneliness
Hearts blackened by consumption,by pride,by self-importance
Steps never taken and we will never again be graciously saved.....
Warmth of love to be embraced, having nothing brings calmness....

Unwanted Children

During every national day is never a very patriotic day for me coz for one i have never believed of an authoritarian state like ours.Given the chance i leave this state in a heart beat,probably go to a lest 'safe' place but i would have my rights and freedom close to me without any fear or scare tactics being shoved into u by the ruling party.
My experiences in my previous job in the Army(i was a regular) has taught me many unpleasant things,i guess its true that the colour of your skin does take u far.For instance my first posting as a regular was to a Artillary camp,a malay boy going to a artillary camp mmmm i must have impressed people in the top brass to give such a posting but no a rude awakening awaits me.My Battary Sargeant Major first words upon seing his new specialist was 'are u supposed to be here'then in one breath 'here no malay cookhouse'.I'm like damn what the hell so malays are only good for eating cook house food!!!!!!!.So with that incident comes waves of others, that tested me and my beliefs in the system but i snap within and all i have now is resentment in the system and the governance of this country coz this country don't trust me enough.This entry is to reaffirm what sph writer nurdianah wrote in the papers recently 'why i feel the least favourite child'.I was at awed in what she wrote coz it is very true that these things do happen and i can testify to that.

Know your enemy ( rage against the machine )

Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
Know your enemy!
Come on!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!
Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams

this song is true to what i always believe, that we should never conform to anything we do not believe in,be it in life,religion and politics, if we lose who we truly are and once we lose that there will be no purpose to exist.
i have never supported the ruling party of this country because they believe in uniformity and always use fear as a weapon to scare us into submission but i guess i'm alone in this but i hope i'm wrong,i hope there are others who feel the same way as i do and with this i hope the movement of change will come swift and deadly that they will never know what hit them till they realise their bank accounts reads 'no funds available'.REFUSE AND RESIST!!!!!!!!

Bodycount COP KILLER

this is a cool band fronted by the coolest and a highly respected rapper ICE T, his lyrics provokes and makes the authorities shit in their pants. Listen to this lyrics of this song and you know why some of his songs are banned in Sillypore and i have admired artists or individuals that don't minced their words to project their opinions like in the movie V for Vendetta where V said 'the goverment should fear the people not the people fearing the goverment' with this words i hold dear to my heart i believe we can change this goverment with its imperialistic rule to a liberal and non conservative one......

Serj Tankian - Empty Walls

i have watch this video by serj tankian of system of a down and it dawns on me that the war that is being fought in Iraq is a representation of how our youth is being wasted by the warmongers of our time.The true purpose of the war is based on severing the lifeline for the terrorists to get a safe haven in these countries,but i have seen and read the reports about the war and there is no reason but just for a steady supply of oil and govermnent contracts handed out to the corporate monguls who will ultimately gain tenfold in this war.
I'm no armchair critic but i have made this awareness within me to be motivated to pick up arms and join in the wave of change that will happen i hope in my life time and i am willing to sacrifice anything to achieve so that there will a future for the young eyes that is going to inherit this world,but sometimes my mind wanders far away and i feel (this is my own opinion) GOD has left this world a long time ago and we are left to fend for ourselves,as usual like spoilt brats we will always bicker among ourselves,the difference about our humanity's bickering is that we will lose everything each way you look at it.
Till we reach a certain state of nirvana within our minds,we will always continue to bleed within and the blood shall flow like the river nile .....

I want a girl with brains!!!!!!!!!!!

Techno Crap and emo and modern rock crap

The most awesome band!!!!! (during my time anyway)

Food for thought

Buy Some Stuff, Enslave Somebody
Josh Rosenblatt December 14, 2007 Books and the Culture
Years from now, when the story of our corporate age is told with the clarity of hindsight, I’m guessing one of the phrases scholars will keep coming back to is “plausible deniability.” The tale will capture our era’s wide disparities in wealth, and its almost universal indifference to the rampant mistreatment of workers from countries less fortunate than our own.
After all, when we buy a product—a piece of fruit, a new suit, an iPod—how many of us really comprehend what was required to bring that product to our tables, our backs, or our pockets? The expanding global economy demands that corporations seek out the cheapest possible labor to maximize profit, and stimulate growth and innovation. With free trade has come an explosion of global inequality that has left more than 2.8 billion people living on less than $2 a day. We in the wealthy West, living and dining off the fruits of their labor, can honestly say we are unaware of the devil’s bargain we bought into. Or that if we do know, the problem is simply too great to comprehend and beyond our means to do anything about, save changing our lifestyles entirely. Best, in other words, not to think about it.
This kind of willful indifference, you might remember, is the line of defense Michael Jordan used to justify his sponsorship deal with Nike Inc. during the 1990s, when that corporation was coming under heavy fire from labor-rights groups for its use of underage, sweatshop labor in Indonesia. It’s not my business, he argued; I just wear the shoes. Or take the case of fashion designer Isaac Mizrahi, who agreed to create a line of affordable clothing for Target Corp. stores. Asked if he knew where his clothes were being manufactured, and by whom under what conditions, he responded, “I don’t know. And I don’t want to know.”
So it will probably come as no surprise that when Jonathan Blum, vice president for public relations of Yum! Brands Inc. (parent of Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Pizza Hut, among others), learned his company had been doing business for years with a farming subcontractor in Florida that grossly underpaid its largely illegal work force, he said, “My gosh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think it has anything to do with us.” The subcontractor’s workers picked tomatoes in what one observer termed “sweatshop-like conditions,” without the right to organize, without access to basic rights, protections, or benefits. If celebrities like Jordan and Mizrahi can stand in front of a camera and claim reasonable unaccountability, why shouldn’t a corporate mouthpiece like Blum do the same?
This is the world John Bowe stumbled into in 2001. Bowe, a regular contributor to The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, and National Public Radio’s “This American Life”, was in North Carolina working on a book called Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs when he heard about a community group in South Florida that had uncovered a slavery ring in local orange groves. Fascinated, Bowe headed to the small town of Lake Placid, where rumors were spreading of a labor contractor in the orange-picking business named Ramiro Ramos. Nicknamed “El Diablo,” Ramos had worked for some of the biggest names in the food-service industry, including Pepsico Inc.’s Tropicana, Coca-Cola Co.’s Minute Maid, McDonald’s Corp., Wendy’s International Inc., and Wal-Mart Stores Inc. He had become notorious for illegally hiring migrant workers from Mexico and using manipulation, financial coercion, deportation threats, and even violence (up to and including murder) to maintain a work force of essentially unpaid and terrified slave labor that had little or no recourse to the American legal system.
Shocked to learn that slavery still existed in the United States nearly 140 years after the ratification of the 13th Amendment, Bowe found himself staring at an enormous catalog of unanswered questions: How could this be happening in America? How common is it? How can people not know about it? Most sobering of all, “What did it mean that I was drinking someone else’s misery for breakfast?”
Nobodies: Modern American Slave Labor and the Dark Side of the New Global Economy is Bowe’s answers. The book focuses on fruit pickers in South Florida; Indian welders in Tulsa, Oklahoma; and Asian garment workers and sex slaves in the tiny U.S. commonwealth of Saipan in the Pacific Ocean. Employing a tone that’s both journalistic and crusading—heavy on facts and firsthand accounts but clear in its sense of moral indignation—Bowe aims to make explicit the connection between the rise of the global market—with its promises of cheap goods, high employment, and peace—and the growing number of people throughout the world living in poverty, doomed to spend their lives providing goods and services for people born into wealthier circumstances. “I want to make it absolutely clear,” he writes, “that everything in this book is a simple and patent metaphor for the dark potential of [globalization].” More than a demonstration of slavery’s existence in the United Sates, Nobodies is an indictment of the new global economy and of everyone (himself included) who profits by it while conveniently forgetting those who don’t.
The new slavery, Bowe discovered, is not quite like the old slavery—in some ways it’s more sinister, more subtle, and harder to define. If, like Bowe, you wonder how slavery could persist in a country that prides itself on freedom, human dignity, and worker rights, the answer lies in the definition of the word itself. In Lake Placid, for example, workers Bowe met weren’t chained to one another or locked into their rooms at night. They were never bought or sold; there were no official documents relegating them to second-class status. In theory at least, they were free to come and go as they chose. Those who were there had come of their own free will. Bowe had to wonder, are they really slaves?
The answer, he concluded, is yes. In the new global economy, where borders have become negotiable and cheap foreign labor has become the foundation for corporate success, workers like the Mexicans in Florida were living under a new form of slavery. Instead of being whipped, the men were intimidated, taken to their bare, crowded lodgings far from civilization and guarded by men with guns. Instead of being beaten, the men—already in debt to their bosses for the cost of transportation from Mexico to Arizona and then to Florida—were threatened, told that if they tried to leave before paying off their debts, they would be sent back to their impoverished villages or slums. These modern-day slave owners didn’t need whips or chains; they knew they could rely on their workers’ fears of poverty and deportation to keep them in line.
Nobodies is full of these horror stories. Bowe meets Indian welders brought to Oklahoma by a manufacturer of oil-refinery tanks. Having mortgaged their futures to make American wages, they find out the contracts they’d signed in India weren’t binding, that they were starting their jobs already drowning in debt to their new employers, and that they would be earning far less than minimum wages. And they would be living in subhuman conditions while being intimidated by their supervisors. The supervisors, by the way, had the Indians’ passports and visas, and could put them on a plane back to India, unpaid, whenever they saw fit. Meanwhile, life as a slave in Saipan—with its inhuman working conditions, bleak urban surroundings, and high levels of rape, forced prostitution, and other violence—makes life in Lake Placid or Tulsa sound like a dream.
But that’s Saipan. Most of us couldn’t find it on a map of the Northern Mariana Islands, much less claim we know about its social and economic conditions or think Saipan has anything to do with us. It’s that “plausible deniability” effect: We didn’t know what was going on, and even if we did, what could we possibly do about it? In his rousing conclusion, Bowe argues that the thing to be done is admit that free-market globalization doesn’t work for the 95 percent of the world’s population living in destitution. The “invisible hand” of the market is neither a wise nor a moral agent, and it needs to be tempered with global labor standards—worldwide minimum wages, 40-hour workweeks, guaranteed health care and education—not so we can sleep at night knowing the wretched of the Earth aren’t wretched because of us, but for a more pressing reason: Social injustice and economic inequality can go on only so long before the people on the bottom of the pyramid grow desperate enough to do something about their situations. Witness the rise of Islamic fundamentalism or the proliferation of prison gangs in Brazil: These ultraviolent groups thrive in areas of blatant disparity, and if the global market continues to ignore them, Bowe argues, these “social pandemics” will become as menacing as global warming. “The issue,” he writes, “will then become one of self-preservation more than justice. Never mind the question, ‘Are you fine with your comfort relying on the misery of billions?’ The question would be, ‘Do you want them to come kill you?’”
Bowe does a remarkable job of combining his reporter’s instincts with a deep sense of humanity and a social critic’s eye for the relevant detail and the well-timed outburst. He writes with his mind and his heart. He could have come off as a scold, demanding that his readers accept his worldview, a view brought down from the mountaintop. On the other hand, Nobodies could have been a mere collection of facts, dates, and police reports. Instead it is heartbreaking and important, with the sense of humanity necessary to speak for those who’ve been denied the ability to speak for themselves.
Josh Rosenblatt is a writer living in Austin.

Pics of foods

I have been blog hopping on my wife's blog and i have this observation, these guys like to take pictures of the food they are about to consume and put it up their blogs and they like to 'cam whore' i guess they have not been looking around their surrounding to notice that there are better shots to be taken than just them,to self - absorbed in their own little insignificant world and they only rant about how bad or good their life is not think that they are not alone in this whole wide world (www) well i guess my pic will tell a million stories !!!!!!

you and me fall behind
you and me got no faces
you and me ehoes within
we will be encased and bonded
you and me for all time
you and me make believe
you and me fall invain
we will be here for eternity
you and me alone we break
you and me i fell nothing
you and me i will make it go away
you and me i will never sway
you and me i can't be here no more
you and me these feelings consumes
you and me i feel so much hurt
you and me i feel so far away
you and me i drown within
i sink away

Melayus

This topic will rattle a few feathers but i don't know whether there is anyone who actually would read my blog but here it goes. All this while deep within me i felt that i am not who i am what i mean is that i'm not a melayu ( I'm not gay either) i can never seem to relate or identify myself with my roots if i have any so hence i look to the west and i have found that i could immediately identify with them,this lead to heated arguments with my parents but who fucking care about what they think!! my opinion is mine and mine alone, they have no weight or say in how i run my life event it leads to self destruction (who wants to live forever), i always believe that once you embrace death you will be free of the restrictions and doubtability of your potential, come what may...
the melayus that i come to contact and interact on a daily basis always will leave a bad aftertaste in mind and well being and with this i guess they will take home with them an impression that i am a snobbish guy who forgot the colour of his skin but fuck that!!! i am who am, the great KURT COBAIN once said come as you are, with this i come as i am no airs about me and i am frank and straight to the point and also blunt and also not tactful..... anyways life is not a popularity contest!!!!!

Kids

The birth of a child is always the centre of attention of many familys but what i forsee is just the opposite coz i see it as 5 mins of pleasure,an eternity of heartache and nervousness well this views are just mine i guess but the amount of prams being pushed around town by young and i say again young couples who are i guess clueless about the agenda of having kids in their lives, but yet i see them trying to put on a facade of maturity about bringing a another life into this world of uncertainties, anyways i guess they love to be bonded to the young life for the rest of their lives, well i'm in my 30s and there is no mini mes roaming on this earth thats a blessing i guess on my part, my only sole responsibility is to my wife's well being and her comforts of her life is taken care of and of course the 2 devils that comes with her well those 2 are what i call as my soul's collateral damage which i can live with........ take a bottle and swallow it down.....a crazy mary rhyme......

Radio

Well this is my first time trying to blog well i hope this goes well, anyways i have been listening the radio stations recently in the car and i for one is not into radio coz they are mainstream and i don't fancy media******* ,fill in the blanks yourself.By the way the whole programs that the stations are dishing out leaves me in limbo as what is the message that they are trying to convey????... So i always switch back to my cds much to my wifey dismay ( love u hun) then i realise that is just all about being self absorb within themselves this realization made me wonder whether the rest of us are falling prey this corporate radio where there is always something they are selling.By chance the song guerilla radio(rage against the machines) went on from the cd as i was pondering about this and man it hit me smack in the head like a ton of bricks we need this kind of radio where there is nothing to sell but just the music that is true from the heart and lyrics about what affects you when you see the things that happen around you, not manufactured music that follows the marketabilty of the singers, man its just bull****,hence i guess this just my thoughts but hope this thoughts will generate enough awareness around me so the rest of us will see the light of not being programmed to conform.