Of the social network

Of late, I have noticed a rising trend of facebook-related news articles appearing in newspapers. This morning's paper itself featured 3 or 4 articles in the "Nation", "World" and "Entertainment" sections. It's like a sort of disease spreading like wildfire through a wheat field. Come on, you've gotta admit that it's worse than that annoying gossip about a certain celebrity who keeps finding ways to sneak into your life (hint: the one whose surname is synonymous with 'hotel') [note: although I am usually too lazy to proofread BEFORE posting, I do occasionally skim through my old posts to check... and find, as in this case, troublesome misspellings or typos. Quiwan apologizes for the bad influence ;)]. I mean, when it was whimsical and curious, I enjoyed a laugh or two; now, serious life-threatening elements which are appearing to be more and more common on the social networking site have made me ponder the possibility that facebook is not as good as it's supposed to be (bring people closer, bridge the cultural divide, etc etc). Heck, there is even a movie that's gonna be released which is based on the site. Titled "The Social Network", this movie is supposed to be a success story on how a college dude started a little site called Facemash. While the rest is history, developments from recent times really begs the question: Is facebook over-reaching itself?

By that, I mean that I am caught asking if facebook has not only contributed directly to the utter waste of time among students (Read: facebook stalking) but also caused certain serious social-crime repercussions. One example would be the killlings of 3 teenage kids who were "featured" on a hitlist in non other than a facebook page. Then there is the Singaporean dude who got arrested for voicing his opinions, lambasting a minister from his government on the site. I don't know how or when this facebook craze phase will die down but it certainly won't be any time soon.

The next step

The past few posts have reflected the very opposite of what is expected from a fresh graduate. Weird stories and a schoolboy's crush on mellow songs are only a fraction of the immaturity that stems from this far from conducive environment. I am particularly NOT proud of the childish "Chicken Wing Favouritism: Origins". Neither am I happy with the way I just conjured up an official title for my cock n' bull theory.

As the brain rots away, this is an effort to salvage the last traces of dignity left in me.

*drum roll please!*

Commence OPERATION BOOYAH! :P

Refer to new set of "To-do List + If-only-I-can-lay-my-hands-on-ems".

Hey, retiring from student life* isn't all that bad. For instance, our typical "student lifestyle" has to go, what with the 4am bedtimes and rising at the crack of noon. Unhealthy binging during exam periods (including pre- and post- exam eating habits...) has got to stop too. Come to think of it, I am pretty surprised none of us got a stroke halfway through the year, considering the amount of fast food we've all consumed. Let's just put it this way: It's summer, most students aren't here any longer and fast food chains outside our flats close 3 hours earlier. We drive the fast food industry here.

Stress-wise, I am preparing myself for a massive hike. This year wasn't really one of my best. Just look how I managed to squander the advantage gained in 3rd year. For the first time in my college life, I failed a module. Wherever that groove went(assuming I had one), I'm gonna get it back, by hook or by crook.

While all that change will probably do me some good (more than anything), some things will never change (or will certainly take half a lifetime to change). For instance, naming this Operation BOOYAH! (Note the exclamation mark*)

"So, why this semi-resolution smack out of the blue", you ask? Basically, there should be a transition stage in between student and work life.

This is it.

I *heart* these songs

Ugh, to use *heart*... I never thought this day would come so soon. It's now proven that her songs' uplifting qualities are indeed infectious. In a good way. :)

Newly discovered artist alert.

Well, not really new. 2 years in the limelight hardly qualifies as "new" but she IS new to me.

Introducing, Miss Kina Grannis!

Amazing singer, artist and a lovable (youtube) personality from the States.

Never done

Like the rivers that flow and the birds that chirp in the morning, some things can never be changed... unless a great act of God intervenes. By that, I mean if a freak of nature occurs that throws things off the scale. You don't have to go far in search of these "never done" occurrences as one of them lies within our humble abode. Yes, you, I'm talking about that little cupboard knob in our bathroom. Or rather, the lack of one. From the day we moved in, I've stored my toothpaste in that little storage right above the sink. It was from that day too, that I realized the knob wasn't there. Nothing was done to fix it and not even a complaint was uttered amongst flatmates on that missing piece; a piece that costs me an extra 1.5 seconds every morning, mind you.

Why 1.5? It's because that's how long it takes to pry open the knob-less door (by opening its twin first before proceeding to pull this one). 1.5 seconds may seem insubstantial (because it is), but think about the cumulative time wasted over the past 9 months. One piece of built-in furniture has proven, in its own magical way, how complacent we can get when put in a comfortable situation. No need to alter the way things are. They're just FINE the way they are man, who needs change??

So speaks the one who wants a better future, country and life for his next generation. How can we achieve something so ground-breakingly awesome when we can't even fix an extra knob onto the little toilet closet?

A not so short tale during a not so eventful period of my life

I remember when we were little monsters of destruction and our parents sometimes wished they had hired 2 maids for each of us 3 troublemakers. Those were the days KFC, McDs or A&Ws were top on our list of favourite places to "hang out". In KFC especially, what with colonel's world secret super special recipe, we'd fight for the wings. As a children, the chicken wing- not drumstick, breast nor thighs- was our ultimate prize within the bucket of deep fried goodness. Not 100% sure about my 2 younger siblings, but it was certainly true in my case.

On hindsight, I do not recall exactly when my penchant for wings developed. A theory, though, formulated in my head.

What IF...... *drifts off in daydream*......

Starvation is but an edge of a sword away from hitting families across the nation. It is the worst economic crisis since the war that has rendered families, even middle-income groups, scavenging for their survival. Rice supply within households which could afford such luxury is rationed, water is precious,

and meat, Ah.. the juicy tender chunk of protein... is as rare as Malaysia winning the Thomas Cup...

but I digress, since Malaysia were probably still regarded as a strong super power with consistent performances in the world arena back then.

Back to the time where every grain of rice is accounted for.

So we hear the parents of our parents' generation in deep discourse. They are talking about meat and how they can satisfy their children's diet with so little.

*BING*

A plan!

As the kids are summoned into the living room, (picture one dangling yellow light bulb dangling from an atap roof) mama and papa bring into the room pieces of fried chicken for the New Year celebration. They say that to be strong and go far, the children must eat the wings as it will give them "wings" of their own to fly far and achieve great things.

Of course, this is only one of the many parent-child mythical stories that a kid would not entirely believe. That said, you know how you can have a cassette player play the same statement over and over again? A mantra that repeats its whispers in your ear so incessantly to a point where you subconsciously accept the statement? Well, that was the parents' plan exactly. It worked as a charm. Every time there was chicken, these kids would fight for the wings.

As time passed, families were able to afford frequent meals with meat and by the time these kids grew to be parents themselves, the story's purpose shifted- from being thrifty to saving the "good" chicken pieces for the adults while the kids eat wings.

NOW you know. I've revealed to you the biggest conspiracy ever. Kids are conned into eating wings while adults try to contain their joy with the knowledge that they have the big juicy drumsticks, breasts and thighs to themselves!!

FYI, I now eat all chicken parts that are served in a KFC bucket.

*Side note: Excuse me for the ridiculously lame story. CLEARLY, I have nothing better to do. Currently waiting for a reply from an internship opportunity. I think the interview went smoothly enough. Fingers crossed, I'll be able to get it! Been watching youtube videos quite a lot. Oh, btw, I graduated.

We were once ‘Malaysians’

By Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah

The following keynote speech given by former finance minister and Gua Musang parliamentarian Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah at the 4th Annual Malaysian Student Leaders Summit (MSLS) today.

I have played some small role in the life of this nation, but having been on the wrong side of one or two political fights with the powers-that-be, I am not as close to the young people of this country as I would hope to be.

History and the 8 o’clock news are written by the victors. In recent years, the government’s monopoly of the media has been destroyed by the technology revolution.

You could say I was also a member of the United Kingdom and Eire Council for Malaysian Students (UKEC). Well, I was, except that belonged to the predecessor of the UKEC by more than 50 years, The Malayan Students Union of the UK and Eire. I led this organisation in 1958/59.

I was then a student of Queen’s University at Belfast, as well as at Lincoln’s Inn. In a rather cooler climate than Kota Bharu’s, we campaigned for decolonisation. We demonstrated in Trafalgar Square and even in Paris. We made posters and participated in British elections.

Your invitation to participate in the MSLS was prefaced by an essay that calls for an intellectually informed activism. I congratulate you on this. The Youth of today, you note, “will chart the future of Malaysia.” You say you “no longer want to be ignored and leave the future of our Malaysia at the hands of the current generation.” You “want to grab the bull by the horns… and have a say in where we go as a society and as a nation.”

I feel the same, actually. A lot of Malaysians feel the same. They are tired of being ignored and talked down to.

You are right. The present generation in power has let Malaysia down. But also you cite two things as testimony of the importance of youth and of student activism to this country, the election results of 2008 and “the prime minister’s acknowledgement of the role of youth in the development of the country.”

So perhaps you are a little way yet from thinking for yourselves. The first step in “grabbing the bull by the horns” is not to require the endorsement of the prime minister, or any Minister, for your activism. Politicians are not your parents. They are your servants. You don’t need a government slogan coined by a foreign PR agency to wrap your project in. You just go ahead and do it.

A man at ease with himself

When I was a student, our newly independent country was already a leader in the post-colonial world. We were sought out as a leader in the Afro-Asian Conference that inaugurated the Non-Aligned Movement and the G-77.

The Afro-Asian movement was led by such luminaries as Zhou En Lai, Nehru, Kwame Nkrumah and Soekarno. Malaysians were seen as moderate leaders capable of mediating between the more radical leaders and the West. We were known for our moderation, good sense and reliability.

We were a leader in the Islamic world as ourselves and as we were, without our leaders having to put up false displays of piety. His memory has been scrubbed out quite systematically from our national consciousness, so you might not know this or much else about him, but it was Tunku Abdul Rahman who established our leadership in the Islamic world by coming up with the idea of the OIC (Organisation of Islamic Conference) and making it happen.

Under his leadership, Malaysia led the way in taking up the anti-apartheid cause in the Commonwealth and in the United Nations, resulting in South Africa’s expulsion from these bodies.

Here was a man at ease with himself, made it a policy goal that Malaysia be “a happy country”. He loved sport and encouraged sporting achievement among Malaysians. He was owner of many a fine race horses. He called a press conference with his stewards when his horse won at the Melbourne Cup.

He had nothing to hide because his great integrity in service was clear to all. Now we have religious and moral hypocrites who cheat, lie and steal in office, who propagate an ideologically that shackled the education system for all Malaysians while they send their own kids to elite academies in the West.

Days when we were on top

Speaking of football – you’re too young to have experienced the Merdeka Cup that Tunku started. We had a respectable side in the 60s and 70s. Teams from across Asia would come to play in Kuala Lumpur: Teams such as South Korea and Japan, whom we defeated routinely.

We were one of the better sides in Asia. We won the bronze medal at the Asian Games in 1974 and qualified for the Moscow Olympics in 1980. Today our FIFA ranking is 157 out of 203 countries.

That puts us in the lowest quartile, below Maldives (149), the smallest country in Asia, with just 400,000 people living about 1.5 metres above sea level who have to worry that their country may soon be swallowed up by climate change. Here in Asean we are behind Indonesia, Thailand, Singapore, whom we used to dominate, and now only one spot above basketball-playing Philippines.

The captain of our illustrious 1970′s side was Soh Chin Aun, R Arumugam, Isa Bakar, Santokh Singh, James Wong and Mokhtar Dahari. They were heroes whose names rolled off the tongues of our schoolchildren as they copied them on the school field. It wasn’t about being the best in the world, but about being passionate and united and devoted to the game.

It was the same in badminton, except at one time we were the best in the world. I remember Wong Peng Soon, the first Asian to win the All-England Championship, and then just dominated it throughout the 1950. Back home every kid who played badminton in every little kampung wanted to call himself Wong Peng Soon.

There was no tinge of anybody identifying themselves exclusively as Chinese, Malays or Indian. Peng Soon was a Malayan hero. Just like each of our football heroes. Now we do not have an iota of that feeling. Where has it all gone?

Capital flight troubling

I don’t think it’s mere nostalgia that makes us think there was a time when the sun shone more brightly upon Malaysia. I bring up sport because it has been a mirror of our more general performance as a nation.

When we were at ease with who we were and didn’t need slogans to do our best together, we did well. When race and money entered our game, we declined. The same applies to our political and economic life.

Soon after independence, we were already a highly successful developing country. We had begun the infrastructure building and diversification of our economy that would be the foundation for further growth. We carried out an import-substitution programme that stimulated local productive capacity.

From there, we started an infrastructure build-up that enabled a diversification of the economy leading to rapid industrialisation. We carried out effective programmes to raise rural income and help the landless with programmes such as Felda.

Our achievements in achieving growth with equity were recognised around the world. Our peer group in economic development were South Korea, Hong Kong, Singapore and Taiwan, and we led the pack. I remember we used to send technical consultants to advise the South Koreans.

Bmalaysia stock exchange market klse 141008 05y the late 90s, however, we had fallen far behind this group and were competing with Thailand and Indonesia. Today, according to the latest World Investment Report, FDI into Malaysia is at a 20-year low.

We are entering the peer group of Cambodia, Burma and the Philippines as an investment destination. Thailand, despite a month-long siege of the capital, attracted more FDI than we did last year. Indonesia and Vietnam far outperform us, not as a statistical blip but consistently. Soon we shall have difficulty keeping up with the Philippines.

This, I believe, is called relegation. If we take into account FDI outflow, the picture is even more depressing. Last year, we received US$1.38 billion in investments but US$8.04 billion flowed out. We are the only country in Southeast Asia that has suffered net FDI outflow.

I am not against outward investment. It can be a good thing for the country. But an imbalance on this scale indicates capital flight, not mere investment overseas.

Time to wake up

Without a doubt, Malaysia is slipping. Billions have been looted from this country, and Billions more are being siphoned out as our entire political structure crumbles. Yet we are gathered here in comfort, in a country that still seems to ‘work’ – most of the time. This is due less to good management than to the extraordinary wealth of this country.

You were born into a country of immense resources, both natural, cultural and social. We have been wearing down this advantage with mismanagement and corruption. With lies, tall tales and theft. We have a political class unwilling or unable to address the central issue of the day because they have grown fat and comfortable with a system built on lies and theft.

It is time to wake up. That waking up can begin here, right here, at this conference. Not tomorrow or the day after but today. So let me, as I have the honour of opening this conference, suggest the following:

1) Overcome the urge to have our hopes for the future endorsed by the prime minister. He will have retired, and I’ll be long gone, when your future arrives. The shape of your future is being determined now.

2) Resist the temptation to say “in line with” when we do something. Your projects, believe it or not, don’t have to be in line with any government campaign for them to be meaningful. You don’t need to polish anyone’s apple. Just get on with what you plan to do.

3) Do not put a lid on certain issues as “sensitive” just because someone said they are. Or it is against the Social Contract. Or it is “politicisation”.

You don’t need to have your conversation delimited by the hyper-sensitive among us. Sensitivity is often a club people use to hit each other with. Reasoned discussion of contentious issues builds understanding and trust. Stress test your ideas.

4) It’s not “conservative” or “liberal” to ask for an end to having politics, economic policy, education policy and everything and the kitchen sink determined by race. It’s called growing up.

5) Don’t let the politicians you have invited here talk down to you.

Don’t let them

Don’t let them tell you how bright and “exuberant” you are, that you are the future of the nation, etc. If you close your eyes and flow with their flattery, you have safely joined the caravan, a caravan taking the nation down a sink hole.

If they tell you the future is in your hands, kindly request that they hand that future over first. Ask them how come the youngest member of our cabinet is 45? Our Merdeka cabinet had an average age below 30.

You’re not the first generation to be bright. Mine wasn’t too stupid. But you could be the first generation of students and young graduates in 50 years to push this nation through a major transformation. And it is a transformation we need desperately.

You will be told that much is expected of you, much has been given to you and so forth. This is all true. Actually much has also been stolen from you. Over the last 20 five years, much of the immense wealth generated by our productive people and our vast resources has been looted. This was supposed to have been your patrimony.

The uncomplicated sense of belonging fully, wholeheartedly, unreservedly, to this country, in all its diversity, that has been taken from you. Our sense of ourselves as Malaysians, a free and united people, has been replaced by a tale of racial strife and resentment that continues to haunt us. The thing is, this tale is false.

Reclaim your history

The most precious thing you have been deprived of has been your history. Someone of my generation finds it hard to describe what must seem like a completely different country to you now.

Malaysia was not born in strife but in unity. Our independence was achieved through a demonstration of unity by the people in supporting a multiracial government led by Tunku Abdul Rahman.

That show of unity, demonstrated first through the municipal elections of 1952 and then through the Alliance’s landslide victory in the elections of 1955, showed that the people of Malaya were united in wanting their freedom. We surprised the British, who thought we could not do this.

Today we are no longer as united as we were then. We are also less free. I don’t think this is a coincidence. It takes free people to have the psychological strength to overcome the confines of a racialised worldview. It takes free people to overcome those politicians bent on hanging on to power gained by racialising every feature of our life including our football teams.

Hence while you are at this conference, let me argue, that as an absolute minimum, we should call for the repeal of unjust and much abused Acts of Parliament which are reversals of freedoms that we won at Merdeka.

I ask you in joining me in calling for the repeal of the ISA (Internal Security Act) and the OSA (Official Secrets Act). These draconian laws have been used, more often than not, as political tools rather than instruments of national security. They create a climate of fear.

I ask you to join me in calling for the repeal of the Printing and Publications Act, and above all, the Universities and University Colleges Act (UUCA). I don’t see how you can pursue your student activism with such freedom and support in the UK and Eire while forgetting that your brethren at home are deprived of their basic rights of association and expression by the UUCA. The UUCA has done immense harm in dumbing down our universities.

We must have freedom as guaranteed under our constitution. Freedom to assemble, associate, speak, write, move. This is basic. Even on matters of race and even on religious matters we should be able to speak freely, and we shall educate each other.

Make BN multiracial

It is time to realise the dream of Hussein Onn and the spirit of the Alliance and of Tunku Abdul Rahman. That dream was one of unity and a single Malaysian people. They went as far as they could with it in their time. Instead of taking on the torch, we have reversed course. The next step for us as a country is to move beyond the infancy of race-based parties to a non-racial party system.

Our race-based party system is the key political reason why we are a sick country, declining before our own eyes, with money fleeing and people telling their children not to come home after their studies.

So let us try to take 1Malaysia seriously. Millions have been spent putting up billboards and adding the term to every conceivable thing. We even have ‘Cuti-cuti 1Malaysia’. Can’t take a normal holiday anymore. This is all fine.

Now let us see if it means anything. Let us see the government of the day lead by example. 1Malaysia is empty because it is propagated by a government supported by a racially-based party system that is the chief cause of our inability to grow up in our race relations.

Our inability to grow up in our race relations is the chief reason why investors, and we ourselves, no longer have confidence in our economy. The reasons why we are behind Maldives in football, and behind the Philippines in FDI, are linked.

So let us take 1Malaysia seriously, and convert Barisan Nasional into a party open to all citizens. Let it be a multiracial party open to direct membership. Pakatan Rakyat will be forced to do the same or be left behind the times. Then we shall have the vehicles for a two party, non-race-based system.

If Umno, MIC or MCA are afraid of losing supporters, let them get their members to join this new multiracial party. Pakatan Rakyat should do the same. Nobody need feel left out. Umno members can join en masse. The Hainanese Kopitiam Owners’ Association can join whichever party they want, or both parties en masse if they like.

We can maintain our cherished civil associations, however we choose to associate. But we drop all communalism when we compete for the ballot. When our candidates stand for elections, let them ever after stand only as Malaysians, for better or worse.