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Thursday, June 29, 2006


Dear Sir,

You might not be aware of this but economic growth does not necessarily bring benefits to humankind and the thought that the greater the growth the more widespread the benefit is just nothing but a plate of bullshit.

In many instances, economic growth benefits only a small portion of the population. Take Equador for instance, it is now worse off than before it was introduced to 'growth' i.e. modern economics, banking and engineering, and before they let the foreign oil companies roam freely up the Pastaza’s canyons and dig deep into their Amazon forests.

Now digest this, for every $100 of crude oil taken from the Ecuadorian rain forests, foreign oil companies get $75. Of the remaining 25 bucks, 75% goes to paying off the foreign debt used to finance the developmental projects, which was supposed to generate growth. And with most of the remainder are used to cover military and government expenses – plus minus, it leaves about 2.5 bucks for health, education and programs aimed at helping the poor. Meaning, out of every 100 bucks worth of oil, less than 3 goes to the people who need the money most.

Since 1968, Ecuador’s poverty level has risen from 50 to 70 percent, unemployment rate from 15 to 70 percent while public debt increased from 240 million to a whopping 16 billion!

So what growth are we talking about here? What growth are we talking about when it caused the third world countries debt grew to more than 2.5 trillion with servicing cost (interest) of – over 375 billion? That’s twenty times what developing countries receive annually in foreign aid.

The result of this today runs amok, de facto, the rich gest richer, the poor gets poorer, a one sided party, misery on the other, nothing new about it. Why? Because we keep celebrating this totally screwed up, erroneous system in the first place! We wake up every morning, pursuing growth, pursuing the global culture of consumerisme, keep purchasing things which have now become our civic duty rather than fulfilling needs.

All of these have to stop now, along with the corollary belief that the people who drive growth deserve special status and titles which should be rejected totally. These so called captains of the industry i.e. The Management, such as yourself should no longer have the right to tell us or let's be specific, me; 'people born at the fringes free for exploits' what to do!

You should by now learn to stop telling me how to behave or how I should live my life (or whatever is left from it).

Point of the matter, that is, if you are reading this, I like to walk barefooted in the office, it does not necessarily mean that I am an anti establishment, it only means that I like my feet naked. So you can send me a 'memo' or do whatever you want I am still walking barefooted! Please take note.



Sweat on my forehead trickled down the neck and then moved gradually down the spine, which finally stopped around the belly joining the rest of the splotch on the crispy blue shirt.

I am weak, and I am a big hypocrite. I have to blame it all on my social background, these generic emotions of wanting more and more was generated by the fact that I grew up as a poor puritan among so many wealthy, hedonistic preppies of Prep School back in 1993.

I have, all my life been influenced, by money, by wealth and by the lives of those who “make it” and their accoutrements – their Bukit Bandaraya mansions, KLCC view condos, yachts and private jets. I am a victim. I am being victimised by such erroneous system, the system that celebrates gluttonous consumption of the earth’s resources - that I consume, consume, consume and give nothing back. I am a sad case. I am a tragedy; it’s like watching a train getting derailed slowly.

Sekali ada sorang budak kecik ni who look so familiar pakai seluar pendek, baju belang belang lalu depan aku, dia cakap,

“Abang, tau takpe!” And then he disappeared.


13 years after being a backseat member of our education system which the outcome has been composed by series of coincidences and happenstances, who would’ve thought that I will end up getting so worked up by an American designed Finance Paper.

Monday, June 19, 2006

The big ass crooked bridge that was never built…

I was about to write about that big ass crooked bridge that was never built when a friend of mine called,"I'm so broke I can't even afford to buy new pair of socks!" which was not the actual reason why he called.

He called to tell me about a particular friend who just got back from the States recently, did chemical engineering, brilliant guy, was offered a very important job with BASF but declined because he claimed that that big ass German Company was statistically guilty of polluting the world. He is now in his parents eroding retirement savings payroll while living in one of their condo in Taman Duta.

"You know a guy who drives parents car and living in his parents house like that can't afford to get easily annoyed and worked up over things"I didn't agree with him, but I could see his point.

"No, no, you see everything annoys him, even with lining up at the ATM in Bangsar, you know what he said? Queuing up is part of the Government's propaganda, education system have been keeping us lined up for life. Everything is political for him now, its all about the working class... I mean does he even know what it means? To be working?"

"Really?" - "Yeah! And I think he suffers from rhinotillexomania"
"What's that?" - "An obsession with nose-picking, I mean it, all the time, its like a grotesque art, you know like one of those paintings they bought for MAS Chairman"

This particular friend of mine actually works as a doctor in Selayang. Both of them were good buddies back then when they were in St. John. However, they were separated after Form Five, my doctor friend went to UKM, Bangi with JPA Scholarship while the other to Purdue with parents' money. At the moment, while my doctor friend is trying to work his way up to become economically independent, in other words the middle class, the other one strive to fight for the working class.

"Brader! This middle class working as fighters for working class thing is a normal thing actually. Working class all the time busy working, where got time to fight, so these trust fund babies who are not working, actually doing the working class a favour by fighting for the people who are so busy working."

And then trying to digress I told him, how I was about to write about this big ass crooked bridge which will get Tanjung Pelepas and that old man more money.

To which he replied, "Yea, you have a point, (mind you, he didn't), you know I was in one of this Theater Workshop thingy about 5-6 years ago, when I came to realise about these things. Me and a couple of friends were watching Vagina Monologue when after the show they opened up the floor for discussion.

There was this one lady, with her leopard print selendang, big ass Prada hand bag by her side with her big ass bling bling bracelet, who commented about the hardships of the kampung women. Washing clothes by the river, giving birth using bidan kampung with no epidural and even explaining vividly how kampung husbands like to take their wives for granted, beating them and shit like that… and then her daughter also added, I feel their pain… All of these are shites man!

Needless to say, more than 90% of the input during the open floor discussion, if not all… silence was more compelling. But I was 19 at that time; 19! And all I did was conforming, nodding to everything. I am no more 19 now, and I have earned a living. I am not going to conform anymore. Conformity is the mother of all futility! So fuck that man!" the doctor friend said.

Ok. So I had to hang up after that cause I couldn't really understand what was it all about anymore. Whether he was angry with a friend or with the System... I got lost somewhere in between. Things get political when you start working. Everything, even the air you breathe… and then, as if that was not enough, we fight about ideas… about religion and faith, you know 'big words' like that. So yea, I think I got tired of it already.

Anyway, so, about that crooked bridge…