Sunday, 27 October 2013

preventing rape

buat universiti banyak2 kt malaysia utk apa?

gaji supervisor bangladesh aku rm4k.

gaji worker piping bangla aku (general worker, x reti welding, buat GI threading dan potong2 pipe) = RM1.8k to RM2k.

gaji india/bangla kt kedai2 makan = RM1.2k, tapi makan, minum, rumah ,air free.
gaji fresh engineer melayu = rm1.8 k to 2k, makan minum umah air sendiri tanggung. sabtu ahad pun kena dtg keje site.

gaji akauntan melayu di company lama = rm1.2k, makan minum umah air sendiri tanggung

rakyat local sendiri kena tembak dgn pengawal keselamatan.

klu nak tau, kat bangla, ada VAT (Value added tax), sama la mcm Malaysia buat GST.

pergi tengok bangunan2 tinggi kt KL, milik siapa? org local ke foreigner?

lu org pikir sendiri la.

Mankind in his insatiable search for divine knowledge,

has discarded all biblical teachings.

Realizing that the strength of religion is the repression of knowlegde. 

All structures of religion have collapsed.

Life prays for death, in wake of the horror of these revelations.

It was never imagined how graphic the reality of what would be known has the end of creation would manifest itself. 

We believe all this chaos and atrocity, can all be traced back to one, single, event. 

We hold these truths to be painfully self-evident.

All men are not created equal. 

Only the strong will prosper. 

Only the strong will conquer.

Thursday, 24 October 2013

soad - forest

System of A Down - Forest 
Walk with me my little child,
To the forest of denial,
Speak with me my only mind,
Walk with me until the time,
And make the forest turn to wine,
You take the legend for a fall,
You saw the product,

Why can't you see that you are my child,
Why don't you know that you are my mind,
Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
Take this promise to the end of you.

Walk with me my little friend,
Take this promise to the end,
Speak with me my only mind,
Walk with me until the end,
And make the forest turn to sand,
You take the legend for a fall,
You saw the product,

Why can't you see that you are my child,
Why don't you know that you are my mind,
Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
Take this promise to the end of you.

Take this promise for a ride,
You saw the forest, now come inside,
You took the legend for its fall,
You saw the product of it all,
No televisions in the air,
No circumcisions on the chair,
You made the weapons for us all,
Just look at us now,

Why can't you see that you are my child,
Why don't you know that you are my mind,
Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
Take this promise to the end of you.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

live in pain and reign in blood

Dead Kennedys - Advice From Christmas Past
Why are such a stupid asshole?
Would you really like to know?
Well, pay your fee, remove your clothes, and Yvette will show you how.
You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you’re weird
Life can be perfect
People can be trusted
Someday, I wll fall in love; a nice quiet home of my very own
Free from all the pain
Happy and having fun all the time
It never happened, did it?

The photo above.

I just think and feel, actually everybody wanted to “put the glass down” but couldn’t.

But then, shit happens, No money, no jobs, noisy kids, politics shit, noisy traffic, marriage betrayals, problems, problems, etc, that you could only shut it off when you sleep.

If only you could sleep.

People have round shoulders to carry heavy loads.

Sometimes you are happy sometimes you are not.

Hell, maybe this life is made this way, so that we lived in pain and reign in blood.

Slayer - Reign In Blood

Angel Of Death - 0:00
Piece By Piece - 4:51
Necrophobic - 6:54
Altar Of Sacrifice - 8:34
Jesus Saves - 11:24
Criminally Insane - 14:19
Reborn - 16:41
Epidemic - 18:53
Postmortem - 21:16
Raining Blood - 24:44
Aggressive Perfector (Bonus Track)* - 29:00
Criminally Insane (Remix Bonus Track)* - 31:32

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

use my third arm

Pantera - Use My Third Arm
Album : Far Beyond Driven (1994)

Fear and Love

Upon this a question arises: whether it be better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, is much safer to be feared than loved, when, of the two, either must be dispensed with.

Because this is to be asserted in general of men, that they are ungrateful, fickle, false, cowardly, covetous, and as long as you succeed they are yours entirely; they will offer you their blood, property, life and children, as is said above, when the need is far distant; but when it approaches they turn against you.

And that prince who, relying entirely on their promises, has neglected other precautions, is ruined; because friendships that are obtained by payments, and not by greatness or nobility of mind, may indeed be earned, but they are not secured, and in time of need cannot be relied upon; and men have less scruple in offending one who is beloved than one who is feared, for love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails.

Nevertheless a prince ought to inspire fear in such a way that, if he does not win love, he avoids hatred; because he can endure very well being feared whilst he is not hated, which will always be as long as he abstains from the property of his citizens and subjects and from their women. But when it is necessary for him to proceed against the life of someone, he must do it on proper justification and for manifest cause, but above all things he must keep his hands off the property of others, because men more quickly forget the death of their father than the loss of their patrimony.

- The Prince by Macchiavelli

Saturday, 19 October 2013

slave to the grind


I won´t be the one left behind
Can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind 

If you noticed, I deleted my previous post about ranting/prayers to God about my life, and other Islamic stuff in my Tumblr, and my personal blog,

Earlier today, I had lunch with my piping team, e.g. the foreign Bangladeshi workers. You know what? Their salary exceeds RM 2k per month, which is far better than the average fresh graduate salary in their entrance to any industry in Malaysia.

The foreign workers, Bangladesh, Philipine, Vietnam, etc. chose to work at blue collar jobs with high skill, and also stress with no life. Welder, plumber, etc.

The local fresh graduates prefer to “jump” to a white collar jobs with their degrees, resulting in “low demand, too many supply”, henceforth, the new disturbing increasing unemployment among locals, especially Malays and Indians.

The Chinese were better off, because they put forth effort in building business. If they work, the business mindset is always there, and this ensures their job and salary secured. Like my subcontractor who drives a Hilux.

Lately, there was a local issue where the Malaysian Muslims were ‘emotional” when the Christians printed the word “Allah” in their Bible.

To me, the issue is sensitive and many people want to give their take.

My view, if you own a publishing shop, you can choose what to publish and what is not.

So rather than making noise about other people’s publication, acquire one and spread out your OWN message.

Discussion tends to turn to polemics, while action tends to turn to either results or mistakes.

Making something always felt better than talking about it.

As I got back from Klang to Kajang late around 8.00 pm, with my motorcycle, rain falls down heavily at the Federal Highway. So I had to stop my journey, took shelter at a Petronas petrol station, beside a Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet.

There was a lovely beautiful couple, with a big car, came by. They look beautiful and happy. I prayed to God to feel like the couples, beautiful and happy then suddenly I realised something.

I’m the only person there at that Petronas station feeling pathetic about life, and then resorted to prayers or some sort, while the rest of the species were happily enjoying their life.

I then realised, shit, I had become a slave to the grind.

All this invocation, I now felt, isn’t it such a pretense? I invoke because I felt humbled of Him or because of others?

Nothing more, I’m just a slave to the grind.

Kick off this slave mentality. Now I don’t give a shit about my next-to-come retrenchment, I just need to go on and do my best.

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

stupid and stupidity

(the photo above is an advert of a local uni programme doing an event of 36 hours non-stop exercise, joined together with our nation-leaders)

I’m a project engineer in Malaysia, just the small “ordinary” type who had to make a living by working hard, often had to handle few projects by your own self.

I traveled daily from Kajang - KL  - some place in KL - Klang - back to Kajang, almost 50 kilometers (32 miles), and to save money, I traveled with a 80-cc small local-made motorcycle Kriss.

I couldn’t really make it with my small Kancil car (a local-made car), because of traffic jam and increasing petrol price. Not to mention most roads in Malaysia have toll-gates, every entry costs more than RM 1, and you might find few tolls in the same route.

On site, I had to check by walking on each area with the heavy safety boots.

Walking itself is tiring,  because in this business, the more sq. ft per area built brings more money to the client.

Mentally, I would be pressured by my boss, project managers, other engineers, main cons, consultants, etc.

Nevertheless, on site, I see most workers are the foreign Indonesian and Bangladesh.

Nope, construction is not a Malay-oriented industry.

After 6 years of working, I’m still unable to get married or even buying a house.

It’s tough, but who says life’s a bed of roses?


Since that’s my life, I am astounded, no, I am really bloody astounded when one local university in Malaysia, did an event where they exercised non-stop for 36 hours.

In the same time, the Prime Minister of Malaysia and his fat wife, together with his fat deputy joined the event (the sole reason the event was made, I think).

When stupidity happens, two parties are involved, the one that was dumbed (diperbodoh) or the one who did the dumbing down.


If any local Malaysia university wanting to do any 36 hours exercise event for students and inviting nation leaders, I just say silently to myself :-

While those stupid Malay guys did shit programmes, did any of them realised that most of our proud tall buildings in Malaysia are being built by ‘others’?


Tuesday, 1 October 2013