Friday, March 30, 2012

Lagu yg touching...(Chris Medina-What Are Words)

Anywhere you are, I am near,
Anywhere you go, I'll be there,
Anytime you whisper my name,
You'll see,
Every single promise I'll keep,
'Cuz what kind of guy would I be,
If I was to leave when you need me most,

What are words
If you really don't mean them when you say them,
What are words
If they're only for good times then they're done,
When it's love, yeah, you say them,
All of those words,
They never go away,
They live on,
Even when we're gone,
And I know an angel will say
Just for me and I know I'm meant,
To be where I am and I'm gonna be,
Standin' right beside her tonight,
And I'm gonna be by your side,
I would never leave when she needs me most,

What are words
If you really don't mean them when you say them,
What are words,
If they're only for good times then they're done,
When it's love, yeah, you say them,
All of those words,
They never go away,
They live on,
Even when we're gone,

Anywhere you are, I am near,
Anywhere you go, I'll be there,
And I'm gonna be there forever more,

Every single promise I'll keep,
'Cuz what kind of guy would I be,
If I was to leave when you need me most

I'm forever keeping my angel. Close

Friday, March 18, 2011

Nendaku Tercinta (Hajah Anesh Husin)...Al-Fatihah!!

Atok...itulah panggilan nenek belah mak aku...Nama penuhnya Hajah Anesh bte Husin...perkara yang aku suka nenek aku ialah...dia mmg cool...apa2 pun dia cool...marah pun macam tak marah...mmg best nenek aku nie...erm..better aku listkan lah apa yang aku sayang sgt n suka sgt pada nenek aku nie..hehhe..

1) dulu, kecik2, dia klu ada kat umah..sure ktorg kene blaja mengaji dgn dia...dia ajar mengaji best...sbb yang bestnya...dia akan kasi cepat langkau muka surat..hahaha..so cepatlah kita bleh katam al-quran...hahaha...

2) she is a excellent cook...ckp je masak apa...time dia sihat masakan dia mmg sedap...tpi yg lagi pelik..time dia sakit pun dia masak sedap...erm..pelik...selalu org sakit sure masak masih lah..tawar lah..tpi dia mmg sedap...sambil menjilat jarilah klu dia masak...so manekan jatuhnya kuah kalau ta
k pada nasik kan..so mak aku pun masak sedap jgk wpun aku selalu jerk komplen..hahaha...

3) she's rock bebeh....masa ktorg dok shah alam dlu..tahun 1990 dlu...she can travel from kl (wow,nenek aku kmpg kat kl tu...actually kepong area..consider as kayell lah kan..!!) to shah alam alone...wpun umur dia dah nk masuk 50 lebih....biaselah kan..selalu org2 dlu2 kan sure cam takutlah..apelah...xnak lah naik bus...nak kene anak anto lah..apelah...but she can do it by herself without any helps from her anak-anak...dia akan merantau ke umah anak2 dia...xyah anak-anak nk amik...bukan anak-anak dia xnak amik..tpi dia mmg akan terjah je umah ktorg..huhuh..mmg cool n rock nenek aku nie...ktrog plak yg takut...yelah..takut klu terjadi ape2kan...dah lah berumur...wanita...n sorang2 plak tuh kan...and...dia penah jugak kene pukau time nk ke umah anak-anak dia..(tak ingat g mane)...tpi dia still gigihkan diri jgk...xmengenal erti takut sgt nenek aku.....n the best part is....klu dia dtg umah time dlu2..sure dia akan belikan ktorg cekedis..hehe..xkire ape pun...time budak2 kan..sume bende pun balun....rase happy giler...wpun klu pikir2 baik..setakat twisties n cokie2 jerk..tpi happynya mmg melambung2...hehhee...satu lagi..dia travel bukan dekat2 setakat shahalam-kl....arini dia kat kl...then sok lusa dah smpi kedah...(ada makcik kat kedah jgk!!..)..huh..mmg dasyat lah..hehehe..

4) aku suka bau badan dia...wangi jerk...aku xtau mane dtg bau-bauan itu..tpi dia mmg selalu wangi jerk....mmg bestlah klu tido dekat2 dia..hehehe...

5) time dia muda-muda dlu (dlm 50an lah..consider as muda dri skang lah kan ye!!)...fesyen dia sure up-to-date nya....spec tuh mmg xlekanglah klu berjalan tuh...hehehe...and...dia and nenek aku belah bapak aku...klu jumpe..sure akan challenge sape paling meletop...hahaha....there is a time yg time nk tgkp gmbr..sorang ada spec n sorang lagi xde..sgup tuh g carik spec nak pakai..klu tak..xnak tgkp gmbr..hahaha...mmg klaka time tuh...hehehhe...

6) eh..dia bleh sembutkan demam tau..hehhe..aku xtau apa bacaan yang dia baca...tpi mmg dia akan mintak air masak segelas..then dia sembuh dlm cawan n suh kite (cucu-cucu) dia minum...insyaAllah esoknya sembuh...mgkn dia adalah ilmu2 skit kan..aku pun xsempat nk menuntut...hehhee..

7) dia selalu senyum...hehhee...dia ada pipi yg nmpk selalu jerk senyum..huhuh..so mmg senang
nk didekati...org mmg sayang sgt kat dia..org pgl dia Mak Besar...sbb dlm famili dia..dia anak kedua..tpi disebabkan kakak dia (yg sulung) meinggal awal..so dialah paling tua dalam famili dia...so semua adik beradik dia respect dia...baik laki mahupun yg pompuan...hehhee...klu dtg umah pgl mak besar sure dah tau sape dia..nenek aku lah tuh..hehehhe...

erm..setaka nie..itu jelah..hehhe...

malangnya..semua dah berakhir...dia dah meninggalkan kenangan yang beribu kemanisan dalam hidup aku....senyumanya..gelak tawanya...mmg tiada penganti...paling aku xbleh lupe..time dia sakit...aku sempat jaga dia kejap...aku cuti seminggu utk jaga dia n at the same time nak wat preparation utk kenduri adik aku...time dia sakit...dia ada kata 'lawa cucu atok'...aku xtau apa maksudnya...aku pun jwb...'tgklah sape neneknya' then dia gelak...time tuh dia aktually dalam keadaan mamai skit..so aku rase...mmg dia nk katakan sesuatu...huhuh...biaselah..org dah tuakan..

paling aku ingat...baunya..time nak mencium jenazahnya...baunya tetap kekal lagi...mmg kekal...mgkn satu keajiban...

uish..dah sedih plak taip pasal nenek aku yg dah pergi..hehee..

Beliau ke rahmatullah pada 15 Februari 2011 (12 rabiulawal 1341-Maulidur Rasul)

oklah..semoga beliau ditempatkan dikalangan orang2 yang beriman dan soleh..
Al-fatihah!!!
Al-fatihah!!!
Al-fatihah!!!


Doaku

Ya Allah...
Aku memohon dari Mu Ya Allah...
Jauhikanlah diriku dari kemungkaran...
Selamatkan aku dari kesesatan...
Sentiasalah tunjukkan aku ke jalan yang Kau redhai...
Jika aku dalam kesesatan...aku mohon Engkau tunjukkan aku ke jalan yang benar...
Lindungilah aku dan sentiasalah mengingatkan aku pada Engkau...
Sesungguhnya...kepada Engkaulah aku memohon pertolongan...
AMIN!!!


Erm...dah lama xupdate blog..tetibe publish doa plak eh..huhu...lately, somehow aku tau byk plak benda yang aku xtau selama ini...maksud aku orang-orang disekeliling aku...huh!..nak kata terperanjat...aku cam biasa akan buat2 cool jerk..terima seadanya...dan cuba menerima seadanya juga...

aku dengan penuh rase syukur (Alhamdulillah), aku masih selamat dan Allah sentiasa melindungi aku dari segala kemungkaran yang aku tau itu...aku sangat bersyukur walaupun aku boleh dipengaruhi dengan unsur-unsur seperti itu...aku harap..aku terus dipelihara dan terus dipelihara sampai bila-bila dari kemungkaran itu...ye...sampai bila-bila......

Sesungguhnya...aku insan lemah dan imannya juga lemah...dosa yang ada sudah cukup dan jgnlah ditambahkan lagi...

Peliharalah aku...lindungilah aku...Amin!!!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior Can a regimen of no playdates, no TV, no computer games and hours of music practice create happy kids? And what happe

A lot of people wonder how Chinese parents raise such stereotypically successful kids. They wonder what these parents do to produce so many math whizzes and music prodigies, what it's like inside the family, and whether they could do it too. Well, I can tell them, because I've done it. Here are some things my daughters, Sophia and Louisa, were never allowed to do:

Erin Patrice O'Brien for The Wall Street Journal

Amy Chua with her daughters, Louisa and Sophia, at their home in New Haven, Conn.

• attend a sleepover

• have a playdate

• be in a school play

• complain about not being in a school play

• watch TV or play computer games

• choose their own extracurricular activities

• get any grade less than an A

• not be the No. 1 student in every subject except gym and drama

• play any instrument other than the piano or violin

• not play the piano or violin.

I'm using the term "Chinese mother" loosely. I know some Korean, Indian, Jamaican, Irish and Ghanaian parents who qualify too. Conversely, I know some mothers of Chinese heritage, almost always born in the West, who are not Chinese mothers, by choice or otherwise. I'm also using the term "Western parents" loosely. Western parents come in all varieties.

Ms. Chua answers questions from Journal readers who wrote in to the Ideas Market blog.

All the same, even when Western parents think they're being strict, they usually don't come close to being Chinese mothers. For example, my Western friends who consider themselves strict make their children practice their instruments 30 minutes every day. An hour at most. For a Chinese mother, the first hour is the easy part. It's hours two and three that get tough.

When it comes to parenting, the Chinese seem to produce children who display academic excellence, musical mastery and professional success - or so the stereotype goes. WSJ's Christina Tsuei speaks to two moms raised by Chinese immigrants who share what it was like growing up and how they hope to raise their children.


Despite our squeamishness about cultural stereotypes, there are tons of studies out there showing marked and quantifiable differences between Chinese and Westerners when it comes to parenting. In one study of 50 Western American mothers and 48 Chinese immigrant mothers, almost 70% of the Western mothers said either that "stressing academic success is not good for children" or that "parents need to foster the idea that learning is fun." By contrast, roughly 0% of the Chinese mothers felt the same way. Instead, the vast majority of the Chinese mothers said that they believe their children can be "the best" students, that "academic achievement reflects successful parenting," and that if children did not excel at school then there was "a problem" and parents "were not doing their job." Other studies indicate that compared to Western parents, Chinese parents spend approximately 10 times as long every day drilling academic activities with their children. By contrast, Western kids are more likely to participate in sports teams.

What Chinese parents understand is that nothing is fun until you're good at it. To get good at anything you have to work, and children on their own never want to work, which is why it is crucial to override their preferences. This often requires fortitude on the part of the parents because the child will resist; things are always hardest at the beginning, which is where Western parents tend to give up. But if done properly, the Chinese strategy produces a virtuous circle. Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America. Once a child starts to excel at something—whether it's math, piano, pitching or ballet—he or she gets praise, admiration and satisfaction. This builds confidence and makes the once not-fun activity fun. This in turn makes it easier for the parent to get the child to work even more.

Chinese parents can get away with things that Western parents can't. Once when I was young—maybe more than once—when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my father angrily called me "garbage" in our native Hokkien dialect. It worked really well. I felt terrible and deeply ashamed of what I had done. But it didn't damage my self-esteem or anything like that. I knew exactly how highly he thought of me. I didn't actually think I was worthless or feel like a piece of garbage.

Chua family

From Ms. Chua's album: 'Mean me with Lulu in hotel room... with score taped to TV!'


As an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophia, calling her garbage in English when she acted extremely disrespectfully toward me. When I mentioned that I had done this at a dinner party, I was immediately ostracized. One guest named Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had to leave early. My friend Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests.

The fact is that Chinese parents can do things that would seem unimaginable—even legally actionable—to Westerners. Chinese mothers can say to their daughters, "Hey fatty—lose some weight." By contrast, Western parents have to tiptoe around the issue, talking in terms of "health" and never ever mentioning the f-word, and their kids still end up in therapy for eating disorders and negative self-image. (I also once heard a Western father toast his adult daughter by calling her "beautiful and incredibly competent." She later told me that made her feel like garbage.)

Chinese parents can order their kids to get straight As. Western parents can only ask their kids to try their best. Chinese parents can say, "You're lazy. All your classmates are getting ahead of you." By contrast, Western parents have to struggle with their own conflicted feelings about achievement, and try to persuade themselves that they're not disappointed about how their kids turned out.

I've thought long and hard about how Chinese parents can get away with what they do. I think there are three big differences between the Chinese and Western parental mind-sets.

[chau inside] Chua family

Newborn Amy Chua in her mother's arms, a year after her parents arrived in the U.S.

First, I've noticed that Western parents are extremely anxious about their children's self-esteem. They worry about how their children will feel if they fail at something, and they constantly try to reassure their children about how good they are notwithstanding a mediocre performance on a test or at a recital. In other words, Western parents are concerned about their children's psyches. Chinese parents aren't. They assume strength, not fragility, and as a result they behave very differently.

For example, if a child comes home with an A-minus on a test, a Western parent will most likely praise the child. The Chinese mother will gasp in horror and ask what went wrong. If the child comes home with a B on the test, some Western parents will still praise the child. Other Western parents will sit their child down and express disapproval, but they will be careful not to make their child feel inadequate or insecure, and they will not call their child "stupid," "worthless" or "a disgrace." Privately, the Western parents may worry that their child does not test well or have aptitude in the subject or that there is something wrong with the curriculum and possibly the whole school. If the child's grades do not improve, they may eventually schedule a meeting with the school principal to challenge the way the subject is being taught or to call into question the teacher's credentials.

If a Chinese child gets a B—which would never happen—there would first be a screaming, hair-tearing explosion. The devastated Chinese mother would then get dozens, maybe hundreds of practice tests and work through them with her child for as long as it takes to get the grade up to an A.

Chinese parents demand perfect grades because they believe that their child can get them. If their child doesn't get them, the Chinese parent assumes it's because the child didn't work hard enough. That's why the solution to substandard performance is always to excoriate, punish and shame the child. The Chinese parent believes that their child will be strong enough to take the shaming and to improve from it. (And when Chinese kids do excel, there is plenty of ego-inflating parental praise lavished in the privacy of the home.)

Chua family

Sophia playing at Carnegie Hall in 2007.

Second, Chinese parents believe that their kids owe them everything. The reason for this is a little unclear, but it's probably a combination of Confucian filial piety and the fact that the parents have sacrificed and done so much for their children. (And it's true that Chinese mothers get in the trenches, putting in long grueling hours personally tutoring, training, interrogating and spying on their kids.) Anyway, the understanding is that Chinese children must spend their lives repaying their parents by obeying them and making them proud.

By contrast, I don't think most Westerners have the same view of children being permanently indebted to their parents. My husband, Jed, actually has the opposite view. "Children don't choose their parents," he once said to me. "They don't even choose to be born. It's parents who foist life on their kids, so it's the parents' responsibility to provide for them. Kids don't owe their parents anything. Their duty will be to their own kids." This strikes me as a terrible deal for the Western parent.

Third, Chinese parents believe that they know what is best for their children and therefore override all of their children's own desires and preferences. That's why Chinese daughters can't have boyfriends in high school and why Chinese kids can't go to sleepaway camp. It's also why no Chinese kid would ever dare say to their mother, "I got a part in the school play! I'm Villager Number Six. I'll have to stay after school for rehearsal every day from 3:00 to 7:00, and I'll also need a ride on weekends." God help any Chinese kid who tried that one.

Don't get me wrong: It's not that Chinese parents don't care about their children. Just the opposite. They would give up anything for their children. It's just an entirely different parenting model.

Here's a story in favor of coercion, Chinese-style. Lulu was about 7, still playing two instruments, and working on a piano piece called "The Little White Donkey" by the French composer Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute—you can just imagine a little donkey ambling along a country road with its master—but it's also incredibly difficult for young players because the two hands have to keep schizophrenically different rhythms.

Lulu couldn't do it. We worked on it nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands separately, over and over. But whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

"Get back to the piano now," I ordered.

"You can't make me."

"Oh yes, I can."

Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu's dollhouse to the car and told her I'd donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she didn't have "The Little White Donkey" perfect by the next day. When Lulu said, "I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are you still here?" I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or Hanukkah presents, no birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was purposely working herself into a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn't do it. I told her to stop being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.

Jed took me aside. He told me to stop insulting Lulu—which I wasn't even doing, I was just motivating her—and that he didn't think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe Lulu really just couldn't do the technique—perhaps she didn't have the coordination yet—had I considered that possibility?

"You just don't believe in her," I accused.

"That's ridiculous," Jed said scornfully. "Of course I do."

"Sophia could play the piece when she was this age."

"But Lulu and Sophia are different people," Jed pointed out.

"Oh no, not this," I said, rolling my eyes. "Everyone is special in their special own way," I mimicked sarcastically. "Even losers are special in their own special way. Well don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'm willing to put in as long as it takes, and I'm happy to be the one hated. And you can be the one they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees games."

I rolled up my sleeves and went back to Lulu. I used every weapon and tactic I could think of. We worked right through dinner into the night, and I wouldn't let Lulu get up, not for water, not even to go to the bathroom. The house became a war zone, and I lost my voice yelling, but still there seemed to be only negative progress, and even I began to have doubts.

Then, out of the blue, Lulu did it. Her hands suddenly came together—her right and left hands each doing their own imperturbable thing—just like that.

Lulu realized it the same time I did. I held my breath. She tried it tentatively again. Then she played it more confidently and faster, and still the rhythm held. A moment later, she was beaming.

"Mommy, look—it's easy!" After that, she wanted to play the piece over and over and wouldn't leave the piano. That night, she came to sleep in my bed, and we snuggled and hugged, cracking each other up. When she performed "The Little White Donkey" at a recital a few weeks later, parents came up to me and said, "What a perfect piece for Lulu—it's so spunky and so her."

Even Jed gave me credit for that one. Western parents worry a lot about their children's self-esteem. But as a parent, one of the worst things you can do for your child's self-esteem is to let them give up. On the flip side, there's nothing better for building confidence than learning you can do something you thought you couldn't.

There are all these new books out there portraying Asian mothers as scheming, callous, overdriven people indifferent to their kids' true interests. For their part, many Chinese secretly believe that they care more about their children and are willing to sacrifice much more for them than Westerners, who seem perfectly content to let their children turn out badly. I think it's a misunderstanding on both sides. All decent parents want to do what's best for their children. The Chinese just have a totally different idea of how to do that.

Western parents try to respect their children's individuality, encouraging them to pursue their true passions, supporting their choices, and providing positive reinforcement and a nurturing environment. By contrast, the Chinese believe that the best way to protect their children is by preparing them for the future, letting them see what they're capable of, and arming them with skills, work habits and inner confidence that no one can ever take away.

—Amy Chua is a professor at Yale Law School and author of "Day of Empire" and "World on Fire: How Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability." This essay is excerpted from "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" by Amy Chua, to be published Tuesday by the Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © 2011 by Amy Chua.

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Price of Malaysia's Racism Slower growth and a drain of talented citizens are only the beginning..

Malaysia's national tourism agency promotes the country as "a bubbling, bustling melting pot of races and religions where Malays, Indians, Chinese and many other ethnic groups live together in peace and harmony." Malaysian Prime Minister Najib Tun Razak echoed this view when he announced his government's theme, One Malaysia. "What makes Malaysia unique," Mr. Najib said, "is the diversity of our peoples. One Malaysia's goal is to preserve and enhance this unity in diversity, which has always been our strength and remains our best hope for the future."

If Mr. Najib is serious about achieving that goal, a long look in the mirror might be in order first. Despite the government's new catchphrase, racial and religious tensions are higher today than when Mr. Najib took office in 2009. Indeed, they are worse than at any time since 1969, when at least 200 people died in racial clashes between the majority Malay and minority Chinese communities. The recent deterioration is due to the troubling fact that the country's leadership is tolerating, and in some cases provoking, ethnic factionalism through words and actions.

For instance, when the Catholic archbishop of Kuala Lumpur invited the prime minister for a Christmas Day open house last December, Hardev Kaur, an aide to Mr. Najib, said Christian crosses would have to be removed. There could be no carols or prayers, so as not to offend the prime minister, who is Muslim. Ms. Kaur later insisted that she "had made it clear that it was a request and not an instruction," as if any Malaysian could say no to a request from the prime minister's office.

Similar examples of insensitivity abound. In September 2009, Minister of Home Affairs Hishammuddin Onn met with protesters who had carried the decapitated head of a cow, a sacred animal in the Hindu religion, to an Indian temple. Mr. Hishammuddin then held a press conference defending their actions. Two months later, Defense Minister Ahmad Zahid Hamidi told Parliament that one reason Malaysia's armed forces are overwhelmingly Malay is that other ethnic groups have a "low spirit of patriotism." Under public pressure, he later apologized.

The leading Malay language newspaper, Utusan Melayu, prints what opposition leader Lim Kit Siang calls a daily staple of falsehoods that stoke racial hatred. Utusan, which is owned by Mr. Najib's political party, has claimed that the opposition would make Malaysia a colony of China and abolish the Malay monarchy. It regularly attacks Chinese Malaysian politicians, and even suggested that one of them, parliamentarian Teresa Kok, should be killed.

Associated Press

Ethnic Indian Malaysians protesting in 2007.

This steady erosion of tolerance is more than a political challenge. It's an economic problem as well.

Once one of the developing world's stars, Malaysia's economy has underperformed for the past decade. To meet its much-vaunted goal of becoming a developed nation by 2020, Malaysia needs to grow by 8% per year during this decade. That level of growth will require major private investment from both domestic and foreign sources, upgraded human skills, and significant economic reform. Worsening racial and religious tensions stand in the way.

Almost 500,000 Malaysians left the country between 2007 and 2009, more than doubling the number of Malaysian professionals who live overseas. It appears that most were skilled ethnic Chinese and Indian Malaysians, tired of being treated as second-class citizens in their own country and denied the opportunity to compete on a level playing field, whether in education, business, or government. Many of these emigrants, as well as the many Malaysian students who study overseas and never return (again, most of whom are ethnic Chinese and Indian), have the business, engineering, and scientific skills that Malaysia needs for its future. They also have the cultural and linguistic savvy to enhance Malaysia's economic ties with Asia's two biggest growing markets, China and India.

Of course, one could argue that discrimination isn't new for these Chinese and Indians. Malaysia's affirmative action policies for its Malay majority—which give them preference in everything from stock allocation to housing discounts—have been in place for decades. So what is driving the ethnic minorities away now?

First, these minorities increasingly feel that they have lost a voice in their own government. The Chinese and Indian political parties in the ruling coalition are supposed to protect the interests of their communities, but over the past few years, they have been neutered. They stand largely silent in the face of the growing racial insults hurled by their Malay political partners. Today over 90% of the civil service, police, military, university lecturers, and overseas diplomatic staff are Malay. Even TalentCorp, the government agency created in 2010 that is supposed to encourage overseas Malaysians to return home, is headed by a Malay, with an all-Malay Board of Trustees.

Second, economic reform and adjustments to the government's affirmative action policies are on hold. Although Mr. Najib held out the hope of change a year ago with his New Economic Model, which promised an "inclusive" affirmative action policy that would be, in Mr. Najib's words, "market friendly, merit-based, transparent and needs-based," he has failed to follow through. This is because of opposition from right-wing militant Malay groups such as Perkasa, which believe that a move towards meritocracy and transparency threatens what they call "Malay rights."

But stalling reform will mean a further loss in competitiveness and slower growth. It also means that the cronyism and no-bid contracts that favor the well-connected will continue. All this sends a discouraging signal to many young Malaysians that no matter how hard they study or work, they will have a hard time getting ahead.

Mr. Najib may not actually believe much of the rhetoric emanating from his party and his government's officers, but he tolerates it because he needs to shore up his Malay base. It's politically convenient at a time when his party faces its most serious opposition challenge in recent memory—and especially when the opposition is challenging the government on ethnic policy and its economic consequences. One young opposition leader, parliamentarian Nurul Izzah Anwar, the daughter of former deputy prime minister Anwar Ibrahim, has proposed a national debate on what she called the alternative visions of Malaysia's future—whether it should be a Malay nation or a Malaysian nation. For that, she earned the wrath of Perkasa; the government suggested her remark was "seditious."

Malaysia's government might find it politically expedient to stir the racial and religious pot, but its opportunism comes with an economic price tag. Its citizens will continue to vote with their feet and take their money and talents with them. And foreign investors, concerned about racial instability and the absence of meaningful economic reform, will continue to look elsewhere to do business.

Mr. Malott was the U.S. Ambassador to Malaysia, 1995-1998.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

1st post for 2011

Assalamualaikum,

Its about a long time that i didnt post anything on my blog. Not that i have nothing to say or write in the blog. but the crucial part for me to publish the post was i always stuck in the middle of the post. Haha. Then i start save it n leave it for other time to complete it out. But when the time come, yes, everything was not valid n obviously not up-to-date story anymore.

To be true, i do drafted a post about my journey of 2010. In the drafted post i will explain base on my lousy diary for each month with all activities that i have done. End up, i get bored n left it in the draft.Haha...

Now, i do admit that really like to sing...hahaha...thinking that i have good voice??? No. But i do believe that everyone can sing and i always give a full support (without angjingan) to anyone that like to sing too but they have to make sure that the person are really singing not singing in annoying way (jerit2 xtentu pasal). As long as you follow that lyrics and the melody, any songs will be harmony and nice to hear.

Now, im presenting my new youtube video with a song 'Bukan Cinta Biasa'. hehehe...lets enjoy!!!


video

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Oprah mahu bunuh diri


2011/01/20

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Selebriti tertekan akibat hamil diperkosa ketika usia 14 tahun

LOS ANGELES: Jutawan dan selebriti terkenal, Oprah Winfrey mengejutkan peminatnya apabila akhirnya membuat pengakuan secara terbuka dia pernah hamil selepas diperkosa dan cuba untuk membunuh diri ketika berusia 14 tahun berikutan insiden terbabit.
“Ketika saya menyedari saya hamil, saya terfikir lebih baik jika saya mati sebelum bayi terbabit lahir dan terpaksa memikul tanggungjawab berat sebagai ibu pada usia 14 tahun.
“Saya tidak bersedia kerana masih terlalu muda dan ia membuatkan saya tertekan kerana tiada tempat untuk mengadu masalah saya,” katanya dalam rancangan bual bicara Cable News Network (CNN), Piers Morgan Tonight, yang dihoskan bekas juri rancangan realiti dan penyunting akhbar, Piers Morgan.

Jutawan itu berkata tanpa berfikir panjang beliau nekad untuk meminum air sabun dan berharap dirinya akan mati dan ia dianggap jalan terbaik untuk menyelesaikan masalah yang dihadapinya. Bagaimanapun umurnya masih panjang.

“Saya melakukan perkara bodoh kerana meminum air sabun. Ketika itu saya benar-benar memerlukan pertolongan tetapi tidak memperolehnya. Saya buntu dan tidak tahu cara untuk menyelesaikan masalah itu. Saya sangat takut dan hanya mampu menangis,” katanya.

Oprah berkata akibat tindakannya itu bayi yang dikandungnya keguguran.
“Saya menjadi begitu murung ketika itu dan saya menyangka hidup saya sudah hancur. Bagaimanapun saya akhir berjaya bangkit semula untuk meneruskan kehidupan saya,” katanya.

Jutawan itu juga mengakui beliau pernah mengalami kemurungan yang teruk pada 1998, apabila filem lakonannya Beloved, gagal memasuki senarai pecah panggung.

“Saya benar-benar kecewa ketika itu. Saya cuba menangani kemurungan dengan menjadikan makanan sebagai penawar. Saya makan tidak henti-henti,” katanya.

Oprah menambah dia menghabiskan sehingga 15 kilogram makanan berlemak termasuk burger dan keju.

Bagaimanapun kata Oprah, beliau akhirnya menyedari perlu berbuat sesuatu dan mendapatkan pertolongan sehingga berjaya mengatasi kekecewaannya.

“Pengalaman ini mengajar saya jika kegagalan berlaku, saya mesti berbuat sesuatu untuk memastikan ia tidak berulang lagi dan menghancurkan kehidupan saya,” katanya. – Reuters