February 24th, 2009

Who is the fastest?

Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging of how great their fathers are.

 The first one says, "Well, my father runs the fastest. He can fire an arrow, and start to run, I tell you, he gets there before the arrow."

 The second boy says, "Ha! You think that's fast! My father is a hunter. He can shoot his gun and be there before the bullet!"

 The third one listens to the other two and shakes his head. He then says, "You two know nothing about speed. My father works in the Govt department. He stops working at 5:00 and he is home by 3:45!!"

 "Ahmad Fuad Ahmad" <fuad9_99@yahoo.com>

Letter from Lee Kuan Yew's Daughter- A Must Read

SLUMP TIME HAS ARRIVED                 By Lee Wei Ling                                                                                                 
                                                                       
In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National   Neuroscience Institute, I wrote: 'Whilst boom time in the public  sector is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget  that boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.'  
Slump time has arrived with a bang.                                    
                                                                        
While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard, perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us.    It will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life.  Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially,   but also the middle class in Singapore , have had it so good for so  long, what they once considered luxuries, they now think of  necessities.                                                            
                                                                        
A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are,    
not just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy 
the latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in      
perfect working order.                                                 
                                                                        
A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For          
millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or  
a Porsche is deemed more appropriate.                                  
                                                                        
The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I   
still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags  
that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver , and    
many more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun,   
risking his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a 
chance to live in.                                                     
                                                                        
The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption.      
Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will 
prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but   
wasn't that the root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending  
more than they could afford to?                                        
                                                                        
I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the       
supernatural and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my      
death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of 
what my mother once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for    
the soul.'                                                             
                                                                        
My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My    
parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and 
their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big      
house by today's standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the  
point of being shabby.                                                 
                                                                        
Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister       
Mentor Lee Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable       
house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared 
to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the          
comparison.                                                            
                                                                        
Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic       
downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will           
undoubtedly be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate..    
But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for    
many Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never     
lived through difficult times. No matter how poor you are in           
Singapore , the authorities and social groups do try to ensure you have
shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore .                        
                                                                        
Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a      
luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they 
might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000 
a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.                     
                                                                        
Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market        
economy. Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative
and I have no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously.  
                                                                       
But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to         
wanting and hankering. After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin?  
After the Hermes Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to?              
                                                                        
Neither an Aston Martin nor a Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy    
or contented. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of  
life, and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.                
                                                                        
When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret  
the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or      
would we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have   
lived lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have    
helped some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have      
tried our best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we 
found it?                                                              
                                                                        
We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to    
make that choice.                                                      
                                                                        
In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year      
that has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.                
                                                                        
To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control,     
and we should not follow the herd blindly.                             
                                                                        
The writer is director of the National Neuroscience Institute and Lee Kuan Yew's daughter (Lee Kuan Yew is the former Prime Minister of  Singapore ).                                                           
                                                                        
-----To be shared with your friends                                    
                                                                        

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Anak Penoreh Getah

Ada seorang anak penoreh getah yang agak cerdik dari kampong yang jauh Beliau telah di berikan borang oleh Guru Besar
untuk diisi bagi memasuki sekolah berasrama penoh.
So, budak ni pun

meminta bantuan bapa nya untuk mengisi borang tersebut.


terpencil di luar bandar.

anak: nama yah!
bapa: ah! engkau tarok lah nama engkau kat situ
anak: tarikh lahir
bapa: tulih apa yang ada kat surat beranak tu
anak: bangsa!
bapa: itu pun tak tau... tulis melayu
anak: alamat
bapa: engkau tulih alamat rumah ni dah!
anak: sex
bapa: ( dengan nada marah ) ini aku tak suka ni..Sex Sex apa ini mencarut....ini pun nak tanya!!!!!!!
bapa:= yang lain!
anak:= sekolah.... bla bla bla bla...

Budak ni tak dapat tidur lena malam itu, sebab satu soalan dalam borang
masih belum berjawab, hancur lah harapan untuk masuk sekolah berasrama
penoh... Pasti nya nanti di marahi oleh guru besar... So, pagi-pagi lagi dia
sudah bangun Semasa ayah nya hendak pergi menoreh getah, anak ini
berjumpa lagi ayah nya..


anak: ayah! tolong lah beri jawapan 1 soalan lagi tu...saya tak mahu
jadi penoreh... saya mahu jadi enginior... kata guru besar kalau borang tak
lengkap tak boleh masuk sekolah asrama
bapa: (dalam hati..kesian anak aku ni, bercita-cita tinggi rupanya) ok,
jangan beri tahu omak engkau, tulih kat situ sex 5 kali seminggu.

 

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