<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:13:19.533-08:00</updated><category term='Grisham'/><category term='Community'/><category term='people'/><category term='General'/><category term='personal'/><category term='law'/><category term='charity'/><category term='society'/><category term='Family'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sports'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='friend'/><category term='book'/><category term='management'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>D'CONTRARIAN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6786376338759034659</id><published>2011-06-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:47:08.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Twisted Mind</title><content type='html'>It is fascinating to see that sometimes people twist and turn in times of uncertain excitement. When one's mind has been twisted, nothing is logical anymore. Logical in its true sense. Of course its logical to the twisted mind. An example, A hates B for being B for a long time. A wanted B to become like A and not being a dogmatic B. B was hit left, right and centre. B was smashed with no mercy. Then suddenly B wants to move forward and becomes better. B overhauled himself and becomes a better B who is liked by many more people than before. Now, A does not like this new B either. A is now saying B is out of his mind for not being the real or original B. B has diverted so much and has abandoned his original principle. A is telling everyone who cares to listen and to believe that B is now being influenced by others. What the heck? Suddenly A cares so much for B and his team members. The truth is B has improved so much that he is now probably better prepared to better A anytime. A is playing a reverse psychology or sorts but too bad nobody will take the bite. It is a sad sign of a twisted mind in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6786376338759034659?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6786376338759034659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6786376338759034659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6786376338759034659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6786376338759034659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/twisted-mind.html' title='Twisted Mind'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3876256890721347285</id><published>2011-06-03T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:25:07.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Gone but never Forgotten</title><content type='html'>There are many things in life which can wait for time. People say, everything has its own time. But is it really true? Perhaps these hold true with the benefits of hindsights. In truth life is about time. Time waits for no one. It is up to us really, to find the right time for the right thing or the right thing for the perfect time. Indeed when the time passes us only memories will be left behind, good or bad. At times, it is gone for a while but other times, time is gone forever, no time to recover or re-discover. It is either thankful, remorse or regret that will be embedded in the remaining time of life. Indeed 'Demi Masa, Manusia itu kerugian...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3876256890721347285?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3876256890721347285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3876256890721347285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3876256890721347285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3876256890721347285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-but-never-forgotten.html' title='Gone but never Forgotten'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4815208118646282442</id><published>2011-06-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:16:38.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another Chance</title><content type='html'>Often times, one would beg for another chance when he or she realizes that the current chance is not going to give the desired results. Some people do get another chance while others may not be lucky to have another bite at the cheery. For instance, in the education system, one has to go through several examinations. Most are minors while others are majors and could be life turning points. Because of these exams, some dropped off while others took off. In any case many do not recognize the fact that all these are stop points for one to reflect. These are milestones in life if the missed chances of the previous phases are used to improve and prepare for the next chance. It does not matter what it takes to prepare one self. There are many rags to riches stories whereby one fall propelled to greatness in life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having gone through many phases of failures with one success in the end may make one to take things for granted. Yes, all the missed chances are easily forgotten once one managed to succeed given the time. It is like in a football game, a striker may shoot at the goal many times. Eventually he manages to make one count and the team wins the match. Unfortunately, getting so many chances is only relevant as long as one is alive. We only have one life to live in this world no matter what people may say about cats having nine lives or what. The question is which one of our chances can be considered another chance or even the last chance? Unless and until we turn every single another chance in life as the last chance we may not even have time to regret. The bottom line is therefore to be mindful of life, cherish God given gifts, be thankful and grateful to Him and be the best person who can be real benefits to others like a candle in the darkness of night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4815208118646282442?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4815208118646282442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4815208118646282442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4815208118646282442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4815208118646282442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-chance.html' title='Another Chance'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7579113884323996646</id><published>2011-05-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:07:47.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Year Full of Refections</title><content type='html'>It was indeed a significant phase in my life. It is like a tipping point when a series of events took place in your life, one after another. While one would wish a mixture of good and bad, it is not always controllable. One has to go deep into understanding life to be able to comprehend what could be the most important lesson in one's life. Indeed so many things to reflect on and so many angles to approach. At the end of that, it could be your another chance, if not second or third chance taking as the beginning of a renewed life full of opportunities to atone for the past travelled past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7579113884323996646?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitter.com/dcontrarian' title='A Year Full of Refections'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7579113884323996646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7579113884323996646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7579113884323996646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7579113884323996646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/05/year-full-of-refections.html' title='A Year Full of Refections'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3370698605852736066</id><published>2011-03-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:53:20.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Education has been one of the most sensitive subjects of discussion in this country. To most people the level of education one receives will determine the quality of life one would enjoy later. Is this the truth or a myth? No doubt that education is a very important component of a civilized society. It is in fact considered as the most basic rights of a human being. The issue is how do we define or what do we consider as education?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;As far as engineering education is concerned it should consist of the various aspects of producing good and wholesome engineers who are very much relevant to the society and civilization. It is not limited to being an engineer who is very good in technical areas like design and analysis but also able to apply and relate to the way of life of the community. For instance, it is of little use to have a beautiful and structurally strong building if the parking lot is not easily accessible to the users. As more engineers become a part of corporate organizations, they need new skills and knowledge on management including marketing, financial, human capital and even on business and economy. Engineers should be able to produce as good management reports, financial analyses and business proposals as design calculations and technical drawings for an iconic building. The question then, is our engineering education system capable of transforming our engineers to be managers and corporate players?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Everybody would have his or her own views on this. The fact is everyone of us especially IEM members has a fair share of responsibility to make this ideal thinking a reality. So often we hear how our graduate engineers are not equipped to enter the job market. Many cited the lack of communication skill and proficiency as the main stumbling block. This is nothing new but can this situation be rectified merely by expressing our shock, dismay and disappointment? Has anything been changed in the way of engineering education to change the end products? Can the engineers in the academic world who are directly involved with engineering students not seeing this and take the necessary action? Can the engineering corporations not doing something substantive to ensure their corporations are sustainable? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;It is clear that engineering education needs to be transformed to prepare our engineers to face the challenge as Malaysia moves towards a developed and a High Income Economy nation. If individuals and corporations are not capable, then who should lead the transformation of engineering education in this country?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, as the essential component of nation building, we engineers need to pull our socks and shape up to ensure the nation stands proud on the world stage. Perhaps we should remember what &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;C.S Lewis&lt;/i&gt; once said &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘Experienced: the most brutal of teachers: but we learn. My God what do we learn.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let us share our experience with the incoming members of engineering fraternity in the true sense of the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3370698605852736066?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3370698605852736066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3370698605852736066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3370698605852736066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3370698605852736066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/educating-engineers.html' title='Educating Engineers'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7157457066577349677</id><published>2011-03-19T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:51:52.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobility</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;One of the main feature or globalization is the ease of mobility around the borderless globe. However, in most cases, mobility refers to the transmission of data and information in communication. From the conventional fixed line technology, communication has moved to many steps into the 4G spectrum. This has changed the way we live our daily life. The same kind of borderless mobility however does not apply to the movement of human and goods. While human trafficking is viewed negatively, issues involving traffic movements especially in urban living are becoming more complex. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;Although new technology has been part of the improved people movers system, such as for the LRT, ERL, Monorail or even KTMB rail network, there are other aspects of transportation system which the technology alone cannot resolve. This is because transportation system involves physical rather than virtual infrastructures. How do we then, come up with an intelligent integrated transportation network when the required infrastructure is not there? Instead of solving the problems for the users, the physical limitations can be a real turn off for the system to be fully utilized. With the cost of infrastructures running into billions of Ringgit, it is imperative that a comprehensive plan is needed before we embark on the construction journey. Otherwise the future generations would be paying a very high price to just move from point A to point B.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Road and rail networks have to be part of residential and commercial centres for them to contribute to a better way of life hence meeting the objectives of the networks themselves. Conversely, the system will have to be of a high standard in terms of reliability and trustworthiness. It is in this light that we, engineers, can play a better and more effective role. Planning a transportation system which allows for the integration of the various modes of transport as well as the diverging needs of a community is the ultimate challenge to ensure the perceived future benefits of mobility are realized and not limited to mere data and information transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7157457066577349677?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7157457066577349677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7157457066577349677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7157457066577349677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7157457066577349677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/mobility.html' title='Mobility'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8423472936799963813</id><published>2011-03-19T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:50:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering A Clean Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;For years, energy saving was one of the better known initiatives within the built environment when one talks about cost savings. It was in no way related to the survival of mankind. As a result, innovating energy saving products was the main focus of the power related industry. From the use of energy saving electrical fittings and accessories to high efficiency motors, it was all about optimizing the consumption of electricity. Conversely, factors influencing the efficient use of energy such as harmonics and power loss for electricity and better fuel economy cars are closely examined with many research hours devoted to them. While awareness on energy conservation was growing, global warming was still in its infancy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;There is no doubt that energy is one of life’s essentials. No activity can ever get done without energy being consumed. In today’s life, requirements for energy for daily activities are almost taken for granted. We consume electricity like the supply will be forever. We will jump the moment there is a power outage affecting us. We consume fossil fuel with little regards for the potential damage the resultant carbon emission would have on our environment. The question is, can we live our normal life without energy, especially electricity? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;The level of awareness on the need to have sustainable development and better managed energy production has probably increased over the past few years. Many programs and initiatives are carried out by the relevant parties to create more responsible energy consumers. Going green is almost fashionable. We have Green Buildings, Green Technology, Green Energy, Green Living, Green Fuel, to name a few. The fact however remains that these terms are just beginning to creep into our daily life. To create a successful green culture would require more than just organizing or participating in green programs or activities. It has to be a way of life, simply because Green Living goes beyond the usual understanding of reducing wastage and recycling materials. Other than living a simple life with less dependent on energy as we know today, the challenge is really to innovate in identifying the source for clean energy. This means that the source for energy generation does not result in drawbacks which could adversely affect human life. Otherwise the irony of global warming causing people to consume more electricity to cool themselves off which in turn creates warmer atmosphere will continue as a vicious cycle. Whether the source is hydro, wind, solar or even uranium the bottom line is human should endeavor to live harmoniously with nature! Can we engineer that kind of Green Living?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8423472936799963813?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8423472936799963813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8423472936799963813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8423472936799963813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8423472936799963813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/engineering-clean-life.html' title='Engineering A Clean Life'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4454567433072077971</id><published>2011-03-19T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:49:29.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Sustainable Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;MANAGING A SUSTAINABLE FUTURE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;The 51&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Annual General Meeting for The Institution of Engineers Malaysia was successfully convened recently. Congratulations are in order to those who were given the mandate to serve IEM in various ex-officio capacities for the 2010/2011 term. The Presidential Address touched on several matters closed to the heart of all engineers in Malaysia today. The theme of Engineering Mobility, Globalisation and Green Technology for a Sustainable Future was very relevant to the challenges faced by the engineering fraternity and related industries. As the role of engineers and in particular IEM, becomes more prominent in our society, it is imperative that all members are aware of and understand the very existence of IEM and the various mechanisms or strategies put in place to live up to the aspirations of the founding members. It is in this respect that we wish the new office bearers all the best to lead the way for IEM to move forward to the next level of excellence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;Project Management is probably one aspect of engineering practices which is becoming a focal point in today’s nation building. While construction industry is considered one of the drivers for economic growth, project management skill will ensure that driver gets to his or her destination in a timely manner without any unreasonable deviation. The fact that project management has evolved to become a more wholesome profession on its own, is in itself a challenge to all engineers. One wonders, is the skill to become a Project Manager so difficult to acquire that often times a project suffers from poor management? Alternatively, what is the Critical Success Factors (CSF) for a project management team to succeed? Do we need to spell out the Key Result Areas (KRA) hence Key Performance Indicators (KPI) for each project as further guidance, in addition to the Critical Path Methods (CPM) most engineers would have learned especially in relation to Construction or Production Management? Indeed, with the advent of Facilities Management, Asset Lifecycle Management, Value Management and so on the need for engineers to be good managers could not be over emphasised.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;It is hoped that the feature articles and reports which highlight the various aspects of project management in this edition of JURUTERA would contribute some ways to a better understanding of project management and value management amongst us. The paper series on Structural Eurocodes continue with an insight on issues affecting the local standards. The usual columns on safety, travel notes and other updates on activities and fund raising for our building should offer continuous supply of adrenalin to last for another day be it in the office or out on the field. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4454567433072077971?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4454567433072077971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4454567433072077971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4454567433072077971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4454567433072077971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/managing-sustainable-future.html' title='Managing Sustainable Future'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-5046733444845712431</id><published>2011-03-19T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:48:25.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;TOGETHER WE DO IT!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;This column has been touching on several aspects pertaining to the submission, vetting and subsequently acceptance of an article for publication in JURUTERA in the past few editions. In general, this is aimed at bringing greater awareness amongst the readers of this monthly bulletin. It is hoped that this greater awareness would translate into better responses from the members of IEM, be it in the form of constructive ideas through feedbacks or even better by sending valuable contributions via technical articles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;Towards this end, the readers are informed of the future themes of JURUTERA two months in advance in the anticipation of greater participation. It would be an uplifting experience for the team to read readers’ comments in their e-mail inbox. At least they know that their hard work did not go unnoticed. Perhaps it is our culture to only comments when something bad happens rather than making effort to be fair by giving credit when it is due and stick when it is necessary. With the advent of mobile e-mail tools, sending e-mails are literally at one’s finger tip to most people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;There are a few groups of people working behind the scene to ensure that this monthly bulletin reaches you on time. The challenge for the team is to do it over and over again every month. Of course there have been and most probably will still be hiccups along the way but rest assured that the production processes are reviewed and improved continuously.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;The theme for this month is Mining and Quarry Engineering. Although this area of engineering may be foreign to most people now, the cover story and the accompanying articles should be rather enlightening. An Introduction and Overview of the Structural Steel Design to MS 1993 is another insight for the industry. The usual columns on safety, engineering miscellany, engineering and law, travel notes and other updates should provide an interesting break from your routine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;Finally, in spite of the co-pilot being away attending to a private matter, the flight continues without much disruption. Most important of all, the expected menu to keep everyone freshened up in time for landing is still served timely. Happy reading!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-5046733444845712431?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5046733444845712431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=5046733444845712431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5046733444845712431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5046733444845712431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/together-we-do-it.html' title='Together We Do It'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1359527882665021789</id><published>2011-03-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:45:40.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Into The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Brace for Landing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The plane had been on autopilot for a while when the first-time co-pilot took over the controls. Hopefully, the passengers did not notice the slight wobble. With sweaty palms, he flew for a few hours, while at the same time, trying to get acquainted with the Pilot, the First Officer and the Chief Stewardess. Everyone in the cockpit was an ‘out-sourced’ personnel, doing other things for a living when not flying. In fact, they worked on their computers even in the cockpit. Shhh …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Occasionally, the Pilot checked out the passengers and returned remarking that some First Class passengers complained why it took so long to traverse a ‘routine’ stretch … they had been on the same flight before, and recalled that the on-board screen showed a faster passage. Another passenger remarked that they are not getting value for their money, as the travel agent had a good deal with the airline to promote the flight but did not make sure that the airline could live up to its promises. Luckily, there were also those who enjoyed the ride better than the autopilot mode, perhaps the plane happened to be flying low over a scenic landscape. It is the view, not the flight that counts!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then the co-pilot received a private call. A family affair needs his urgent attention. Nobody was impressed, especially since they would be landing soon. Reluctantly, the Pilot, still on his computer, took over. “Don’t take too long,” he demanded, hoping that the co-pilot could be back in time for the messier business of landing. The First Officer graciously offered to help. The Chief Stewardess thought, “Oh, my God ...” Relax, since the Pilot clocked more flying hours, a crash landing was not a concern; besides, the First Officer is an unusually seasoned person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The co-pilot sheepishly left the cockpit for some private conversation, at the same time feeling both guilt and relief. Perhaps after landing there would be a change of crew. Since everyone is ‘out-sourced’, who will be on duty next is anybody’s guess. As a non-profit carrier, the airline had difficulty securing full-time highly qualified flight crew. The airline had been lucky to get a good advertiser, so at least now it is not bleeding profusely like the good old days when advertising was done in-house. But now the passengers expect a more delicious main course!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belt, put your seats upright ... (and pray). Thank you for flying with XXX Airline and hope to see you again soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1359527882665021789?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1359527882665021789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1359527882665021789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1359527882665021789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1359527882665021789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/into-job.html' title='Into The Job'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6815397708126485621</id><published>2011-02-27T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:11:48.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Return on Engineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;One of the definitions of Asset in business term is anything of material value of usefulness that is owned by a person or a company. The key word is here usefulness. How do we ensure that the asset is useful? First it must be fit for purpose, not only when it is acquired but throughout its designed life. In engineering standard the life term may range from twenty-five to even fifty years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Over the years, there have been many approaches considered and taken to sustain the usefulness of one’s asset. Most of them are related to the way the asset is maintained. Terms such as Total Quality Management (TQM), Condition Based Monitoring (CBM), Preventive and Predictive Maintenance (PM) and even Corrective Maintenance (CM) have been used to reflect the desire of technical teams to ensure that a particular asset is fit for purpose as long as possible. Asset Lifecycle is probably one of the latest trends or approach in optimizing the usefulness of an asset. With proper execution of the relevant methodology, the Return on Asset (ROA) and Return on Investment (ROI) values would benefit the company and its shareholders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;The challenge for engineers actually does not start the moment the asset is delivered to the premise. In fact, it should start well before that when the conceptual design was first mooted. So often that this predesign stage overlooked the requirements for maintenance stage. As a result, modification or variation had to be done to improve the asset lifecycle. The main reason is probably the exclusive nature of the design and maintenance groups. As professionals, engineers should strive to widen their knowledge beyond the traditional outlook. Designers should not limit themselves to theoretical applications and likewise the operators or maintenance experts should be able to share and impart the knowledge and expertise so that the end result is one of unity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;While a lot of progress has been made in improving the lifecycle of fixed assets be it properties, plants or equipment, there are still a lot more need to be done for the other asset, namely human capital. We used to hear that employees are the best asset of a company but is this still true today? Without doubt, we could have the most sophisticated and intelligent building, equipment and maintenance system but if it is not matched with equally intelligent, skilled and versatile workforce to execute all the programs would we be able to optimize our ROA and our ROI?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6815397708126485621?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6815397708126485621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6815397708126485621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6815397708126485621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6815397708126485621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/02/return-on-engineering.html' title='Return on Engineering'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3078427528977651577</id><published>2011-02-27T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:10:13.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Happy New Year! Indeed, Year 2010 was quite a year for engineers. Almost all major incidences that occurred in 2010 were related to engineering works one way or the other, except of course those caused by natural disasters. The Deepwater Horizon incident was one of the worst engineering disasters in history of mankind. The jury is still out on the final cost of the failure. Could this kind of disaster have been prevented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Another significant event, which might be considered as the pinnacle of engineering work during a disaster was the Chile mine incident. As it turned out all the miners survived and were brought up to the surface by a specially designed capsule, which was a result of an engineering innovation and well coordinated and managed rescue operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;So, what is in store for 2011? Perhaps, a closer look would bring forth the fact that 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; January 2011 is not only a start to a new year but also a start to the third decade of the Vision 2020, which was launched in 1990. It is like on the home stretch or the last lap, whichever way one looks at it. As one of the essential components of nation builders, there are plenty of opportunities and challenges for engineers and the engineering society. The New Economic Model (NEM), the Economic Transformation Programs (ETP) and the Tenth Malaysia Plan (10MP) are some of the key Headlines. While the economist may have completed their number crunching for these programs, the real work for the engineers is just starting. Planning, designing, implementing and commissioning are probably the most obvious tasks. The issue of sustainability and environmental friendly engineering will become more prominent. The question is, can we engineers face up to the challenge to ensure all the ideas and concepts on the drawing boards are translated fully into reality? Our expertise on Value Engineering and Project Management will certainly be needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Those Malaysians who were born in 1990 and chose to be engineers are now in their second year of an engineering course. In two years time they will be actively involved in some kind of engineering works. Are we ready to lead and guide them to carry on the good name of the engineering profession towards 2020? With the ever and fast changing way of life, can the engineers remain merely in the traditional domain of engineering or ready to impart and infuse the engineering practices in other areas of life professions?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3078427528977651577?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3078427528977651577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3078427528977651577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3078427528977651577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3078427528977651577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8626522506083230344</id><published>2011-02-27T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:08:03.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A Long Journey Back</title><content type='html'>After a very long hiatus, I plan to reconnect with the readers to this page. There have been so many things happening the past ten months or so. Thank God I now believe that I could have some time again to blog. Hope this second phase will be more interesting sharing work experience and views rather than others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8626522506083230344?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8626522506083230344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8626522506083230344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8626522506083230344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8626522506083230344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-journey-back.html' title='A Long Journey Back'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-5981883200560658121</id><published>2010-04-18T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:04:13.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flew real fast. My last posting was almost two months ago.  It seems time is becoming shorter while the list of things grows longer. Indeed I remember one of the thing that keeps coming up to my mind is the fact that 'Man will always have more things to do than the time they have' or something to that effect. I don't know, there may be many people in this world who have more time than they need. Never mind, they may be the unfortunate ones who have to struggle with life just to make ends meet. Even then I supposed they will still find it hard to get or earn what they want   in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the many things I had to do the past few months was to take care of my old folks. It is indeed a very emotional experience trying to do the right thing acceptable to them especially and those around me. There were times when a meeting point will not make one party happy while at other times they were quite a smooth sailing. The bottom line is one has to be really patient, passionate and thoughtful in taking care of them. Sometimes I wonder whether I have done enough by them. I hope The Almighty will always know how best I tried to discharge my filial duty to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in their eighties means love is very much different from what we know today. Love is not demonstrated but is translated into their hard works to get the best out for their kids. Their love knows no boundary to the extent that they may at times appear to spill over to the unwelcome territory. Their outlook on life is rather simplistic though they very much understand how complicated life has become to their kids having own families. Indeed one can talk a lot about the unseen love between these two generations separated by evolution of human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the shortcomings they ought to be treated with real care. Their sensitive hearts should not be hurt in anyway less it may not recover in time. In my quiet moments I could not stop wondering how tough my father was. He was an unsung hero during the short period between the surrender of Japan in World War II and the return of the British forces.  My remote village was under attack by the  'Bintang Tiga'  Army. The battle was fought hard with casualties on both sides. I lost my grandpa and other relatives. Apparently my father was shot at by the enemy. He survived with bullet hole marks on his shirt. The sad thing is that I only came to know about this recently, when I could no longer enjoy relishing the memory with my father. Looking at how he is now I have missed the real chance to get the story first hand. This will however remain in my memory.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that I was still lucky to have been able to spend a short time with him just a few weeks ago. I took him to a Hypermarket just to get him to choose something he would like. He did and we returned home happy though I knew he would have enjoyed it better had it been a couple of years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who still have the opportunity please do not let your long list of things get in your way to be with your old folks.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-5981883200560658121?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5981883200560658121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=5981883200560658121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5981883200560658121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5981883200560658121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-flew-real-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4915645500368183462</id><published>2010-02-20T22:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:38:20.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>25 Years On!</title><content type='html'>I have been inactive for a long while to the extent I almost lost this blog. I somehow managed to  reconnect today. In fact I had planned to resume  posting  last  Wednesday for some reasons but that day and date have now  passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a memorable weekend  last week, being a start to a new Lunar Year. There have been so much discussions on how auspicious and meaningful a Lunar Year is and I do not wish to add to the discussions. At personal level though, it was quite significant for me. Not only for the long weekend but also the timing of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it coincided with our 25th year Anniversary with my other half. It was a long journey to reach this far. We went through valleys,  hilltops, winding and  straight roads at one time or other.  Together we managed to ride  the  cold, warm, sorrows and joys of a meaningful relationship.  Through all the ups and downs, Thank God, we passed through with not much of bruises and  pains. Yet we learned a lot both as individuals as well as, as a pair. No doubt there will be many more lessons to learn as we move to the next phase of parenthood. With our kids and no longer kids in the true sense but grown ups there will be different kind of challenges to face. It will also be the time when we will have to be the guide for new families to be established when the time comes for our kids. With all that, I pray that we will continue to enjoy our remaining life together and hopefully we will be blessed by the Almighty for the next 25 years and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the achievements of the past 25 years, I have my better half to thank to - she is not only a wife and mother to my kids but she is the best friend I have. Thanks so much, Dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4915645500368183462?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4915645500368183462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4915645500368183462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4915645500368183462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4915645500368183462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2010/02/25-years-on.html' title='25 Years On!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1681259117542837656</id><published>2009-04-11T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:01:18.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Appeal - John Grisham</title><content type='html'>'The jury was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After forty-two hours of deliberations that followed seventy-one days of trial that included 530 hours of testimony from four dozen witnesses, and after a lifetime of sitting silently as the lawyers haggled and the judge lectured and the spectators watched like hawks for telltale signs, the jury was ready. Locked away in the jury room, secluded and secure, ten of them proudly signed their names to the verdict while the other two pouted in their corners, detached and miserable in their dissension. There were hugs and smiles and no small measure of self congratulation because they had survived this little war and could now march proudly back into the arena with a decision they had rescued through sheer determination and the dogged pursuit of compromise. The ordeal was over; their civic duty complete. They had served above and beyond. They were ready'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Appeal is a powerful, timely and shocking story of political and legal intrigue, a story that will leave readers unable to think about our political process or judicial system in quite the same way ever again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Politics has always been a dirty game. Now justice is, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting insight to get one to read more. Those were excerpts from the book. Another excellent piece from Grisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary "When and if a second chance is deserved".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1681259117542837656?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1681259117542837656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1681259117542837656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1681259117542837656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1681259117542837656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/appeal-john-grisham.html' title='The Appeal - John Grisham'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2771190721452148027</id><published>2009-04-11T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:49:08.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Its rather amazing what a man (or woman for that matter) would do to achieve a goal. We must have met with many men/women who would do unthinkable things in our life. For instance a person can pretend to be an honest living creature while at the same time being gullible enough to deceive people. We have heard how a person can get rich quickly without sweat and pain only to find later that he is a victim of a scam. Similarly there have been many cases of people trying to get cheap luxury cars since those selling have connections. You can name any product you want - car, maid services, fast money, health products and in some instances even happiness - which have been promised but never really fulfilled. Yet time and again these stories repeat themselves. The trouble is the victims are not only limited to only a certain segment of the society but almost all segments. I personally find it rather amusing that even people recognised as with high intellectual capability are also among the statistics. Really, these people only have themselves to be blamed for their own foolishness. In fact these people are deceived by their own greed through people smart enough to exploit it. I would not blame the mean/tool in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming back to honesty, I wonder whether one can still find a good value in today's life. Everywhere we look it seems honesty has become a cover to other things in life. Honesty has been reduced to mere skin - not even  a cover! Peel it off and one can see the real value of honesty. Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2771190721452148027?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2771190721452148027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2771190721452148027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2771190721452148027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2771190721452148027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3204428742926325246</id><published>2009-04-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:55:22.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>A Slap on the Face?</title><content type='html'>As expected the outcome of the match was 2-1 no matter how one prefers to look at it. Bottom line is the voice of the people prevails. To some people nothing has changed and most probably none will. It is indeed a sad scenario when lessons after lessons are not learned. Only time will tell but for the sake of future generations let common sense be the guiding principle for the nation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3204428742926325246?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3204428742926325246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3204428742926325246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3204428742926325246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3204428742926325246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/slap-on-face.html' title='A Slap on the Face?'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-221043796592689814</id><published>2009-04-06T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:50:07.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>The Tide Is High</title><content type='html'>So it is another round of those bruising battle coming up. A lot is at stake with both corners claiming a good win. Alas, will this be the end of a long war or was it just another another skirmish?&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed full of hope that the end is nigh and proper life can go on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-221043796592689814?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/221043796592689814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=221043796592689814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/221043796592689814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/221043796592689814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/tide-is-high.html' title='The Tide Is High'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1441608118937025021</id><published>2009-02-23T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:51:02.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good To Be Back!</title><content type='html'>It is almost five good months since my last posting. There have been so many things happening during this period. It was a journey of sort. A journey involving both the physical as well as the spiritual aspects of my life. It has been a very opportune time to learn things, not all new though, but full of lessons nevertheless. I hope I could share some of these lessons with my friends (and those who read the posting here, of course! - well at least until I have enough stuff to turn these postings into a book...hahaha) hoping that we can have a better life for ourselves and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keep the anticipation high and you will not be disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1441608118937025021?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1441608118937025021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1441608118937025021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1441608118937025021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1441608118937025021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-to-be-back.html' title='Good To Be Back!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6816421923099414404</id><published>2008-09-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:37:38.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Race Relations</title><content type='html'>When I was a small kid I lived in a small village which is connected to the outside world by a boat service crossing the Perak River. There were a few cars used as taxis to ferry village folks to the nearest town. Most of the time, groceries were brought to the village by the few grocerers who in exchange for village agricultural products manage to ensure the village people have what it takes to survive another day. The village is a one race village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the history of the village which was involved in intense fighting with the communists pre-Merdeka Day, there were a lot of suspicious against one particular race. It was more for security reason than anything else, I would say. Of course when your father or relatives were injured or killed fighting of communists, who were made up of only one race, defending your country this kind of feeling is quite understandable. There was no other mean ofcommunication than transistor radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up I noticed a slight change in this perception. Slowly I began to see men and women of the other race cycling through the village to go to the other end. Lateron I discovered that these men and women were farmers tending to land plots rented from the village people. For some reasons, a few of the village people were close friends to those farmers. Perhaps they were already old to work on their farm lands hence allow the farmers to work while they collect some money from this venture. These farmers would just go about doing their business, working hard. They lived quite a distance away but they will be there early in the morning and always go back late evening just before sunset. Perhaps the last boat trip for the day. There was never any incident that can be related to racial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the time my interest in knowing the other race strated to come to my mind. I tried to find a way to communicate with them but they were mostly reserved perhaps knowing full well the sentiments at the time. I even subscribed educational megazines which have spaces on learning their language. Anyway as a 10 year old, it was a tough interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were programs for primary school students to create awareness and better understanding among the races in the district. I remeber when I was selected to attend a Scout Camping over a weekend in town. I befriended a scout from another school who happened to be of another race. I was trying to make him comfortable after he had a fall which resulted in cuts and bruises. We became friends until I left town for my secondary school education. I wonder what he is doing now. His father owned a shop in town and was doing quite well. My school mates and I visited his house which was at the back of his father's shop during one of the festive seasons. His shop is no longer where it used to be when I tried to look for him a god ten years later. There was another occasion when a group of us together with our teachers became the guests of 3 schools fullof the other race in the district. I was surprised with the way we were greated, treated and feted. I was really touched knowing that the students from these schools were also looking forward to hear about our village life, them being the town life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about the sametime my elder brother used to run a shop cum training school in town. Next to his shop was a textile shop run by the otherrace family. I used to go over to my brother's shop on Fridays to Sundays just to keep his company. During the day I used to play chess with one of the shopowner's son. He then invited me over to watch TV shows at night after he closed his shop and they had taken their dinner. Of course I would accept his invitation especially when there were good shows on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were my experience in race relations at a very young age. That was in 1970's when the nation was just recovering from another milestone in its young life. It did not occur to me to be more careful than necessary, not just because they are not the same race as mine. Of course I saw more to this side when I spent five good years in a boarding school in a big town. Most of the teachers there were of the other races especially those teaching critical subjects. I never had any problem with them. In fact many of them I could consider as very good people - more than just good teachers! I am sure my outlook on life was shaped up by some of these events. They probably set the foundation for my principles. It was all trust and sincerity that mattered to me. In fact I must be thankful for this early education which would later on become a very good asset duing my days away from home studying overseas. My horizon was widened mixing with more people of diversed background in the classes and campus. I also managed to build better friendship with my fellow contrymen of different races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the law of the nature will rule supreme. You get what you give, in return. What goes around comes around. Finally, for every action there will be a reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work towards a better New Dawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6816421923099414404?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6816421923099414404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6816421923099414404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6816421923099414404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6816421923099414404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-relations.html' title='Race Relations'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-279822395655230994</id><published>2008-09-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:59:41.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Fast Food Outlet</title><content type='html'>I went to a Fast Food Outlet (FFO) the other night with my son. This FFO is supposed to be a well known brand including delivey services. The crowd was not big at the counter but as usual customers will always have to queue up to get a bite of whatever being served. Anyway, the service lane which wewere in was rather slow moving. I was not sure why but perhaps it was due to the undecided customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes inside the FFO, I realised that the room was quite warm. I was wondering whether it was just me being hot blooded. Anyway, as time passed by I also noticed that the guy manning the counter was sweating with sweat beads all over his face. It must be terribly hot for them being close to the kitchen, Anyway when it was my turn to be served I just asked him why it was so warm. His answer shocked me as it was normal to them. How inconvenienced for them to work under such a condition. He replied that nothing they could do other than bear with the situation. I thought it was rather pathetic for the management of that FFO to provide that kind of working condition. While many would think that it was too bad for the crew, I think the customers ought to really think about the implication of those condition on the hygene of the food being served. I mean the fact that sweat beads could be seen was as good as the sweat beads could fall onto the food. For those being wrapped it might be ok. What about those being served exposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed unacceptable for the company to operate this way. If it is their policy not to take care of the staff welfare then I am afraid whatever profit they make is as good as obscene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-279822395655230994?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/279822395655230994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=279822395655230994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/279822395655230994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/279822395655230994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-food-outlet.html' title='Fast Food Outlet'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-675149878135248363</id><published>2008-09-13T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:42:18.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Spinning Ride</title><content type='html'>It has been a rather hectic and spinning ride the past few weeks. I did not even had a chance to post an entry. So many happenings around - personal, professiona, national and even international. It is like happening season how each is related to the other - almost contagous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a month full of self reflection and attainment. A month where the faithful would seize every opportunity to pile up the good deeds as part of investments for future. Yet the way things are unravelling I wonder whether many faithfuls would have the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics has come and gone. There were a few memorable events - both goods and bads. I supposed the Phelps story is one of the highlights other than the lightning Bolt stamping his mark! On the other hand the dropped battons are the lowlights, if I may say so. However perhaps the most touching one was about the 200m runner who finished last of the last. It was indeed a real human story - other than those poor chinese who had to make way for the athletes glories! It is a fact nobody can deny - life is only fair to the haves and never be to the havenots no matter how one choose to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may get excited with a lot of anticipation but the irony is life is gloomier by the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-675149878135248363?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/675149878135248363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=675149878135248363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/675149878135248363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/675149878135248363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/spinning-ride.html' title='Spinning Ride'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1755067789502752754</id><published>2008-08-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:15:27.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Opportunities Abound!</title><content type='html'>On my recent trip back to my hometown I took a slightly different route than I usually did. It was rather pleasant, yet full of discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed is that there are so many opportunities to take this country to greater height! From developing new areas, preservation of natures gifts right through bringing about monumental changes to the people's life. It is all there for the taking. Only the brave and the adventurous would take full advantage of this. It is indeed a matter of time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1755067789502752754?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1755067789502752754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1755067789502752754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1755067789502752754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1755067789502752754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/opportunities-abound.html' title='Opportunities Abound!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6436455656814499446</id><published>2008-08-23T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:10:33.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Time Flew</title><content type='html'>Indeed, it is now coming to almost a month since my last entry. It has been rather topsy turvy with many events taking place around the country. It was rather a fast turn for me. One week of a break from work routine just flew like a javeline thrown at the Beijing 2008 Olympics. With the new season of BPL kicking off last week it was rather hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thank God that I managed to find some solitude full of quality time for bonding with people around me. In particular with the elder boy who has been busy himself with his school commitments. The joy shown on his face was a triple joy for me to savour though he did not say as much. It was a good trip like to find 'Damai'. I wished I had more time there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the time for me to catch up with my old parents. They were rather surprised to see us all arrived unannounced at their door steps. It was another pleasure to me to be able to bring similar joys to them after the last trip. With works piling up, I am not sure when I could repeat these trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day it was one of those rarest occasions when I had let go off almost everything and focus only on those dearest around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, I love u all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6436455656814499446?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6436455656814499446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6436455656814499446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6436455656814499446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6436455656814499446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flew.html' title='Time Flew'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4542745925725019915</id><published>2008-08-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:41:40.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Another Reflection</title><content type='html'>I was invited by someone to attend a charity dinner the other day. It was for a good cause, I thought. I was quite surprised to see the turn out. It was quite a good crowd with all the tables occupied with at least 70% if not more. I have been to other charity dinners before but nothing compared with this one. It was simple yet very touching, not withstanding the cause. The organiser did not invite any prominent entertainers as one would expect with fund raising dinner. Instead the entertainment was provided for by the very target that the fund is raised. It was a genuine request and of course it was a good opportunity to demonstrate how worthy the cause is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner culminated in a talk by Sheikh Yassir Fazaga, all the way from Orange County in the United States. What a talk it was. What attracted me most was the way the message was conveyed with full sincerity and the significance of the fundraising cause. Although the topic was 'Self Imaging' below are some of the points worth pondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In spreading the message of Islam, the task is not in converting people but rather conveying the message&lt;br /&gt;2. Muslims should not live in self pity&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not worry about what others say about or how others see you but rather what you say and how you see yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. Self Imaging is not about showing off but rather portraying the innerside outward&lt;br /&gt;5. The significance of caring for the orphans as the Prophet PBUH himself was an orphan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seest thou one, who denies the Judgment (to come)? Then such is the (man) who repulses the orphan (withharshness) And encourages not the feeding of the indigent. So woe to the worshippers who are neglectful of their Prayers Those who (want but) to be seen (of men) But refuse (to supply) (even) neighbourly needs." Al Ma'un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause for the charity was for the HOME of HOPE (Rumah Harapan) Al-Khadeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertubuhan Al-Khadeem&lt;br /&gt;Lot 1034 Jalan Cempaka Sungai Kayu Ara&lt;br /&gt;47400 Petaling Jaya&lt;br /&gt;Selangor Darul Ehsan&lt;br /&gt;+603 7726 4146&lt;br /&gt;+603 7726 4149 (fax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4542745925725019915?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4542745925725019915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4542745925725019915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4542745925725019915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4542745925725019915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-reflection.html' title='Another Reflection'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2093753900473281718</id><published>2008-07-20T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:29:42.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Skin Cinema</title><content type='html'>I was taking a break after reading The Innocent Man. It takes me some time to really understand how some people are so vulgar and heartless. People who look nice and friendly on the surface but full of hatred, vengeance and revengeful deep down, below the skin. This is especially sad considering those people are those who are supposed to be just, fair and reasonable full of compassion towards another human being within the perimeter of the law. These people wear the uniforms and the robes! It surely is a good comparison with the happenings around us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while on the prowl high above the sky I came to a large field with lots of people. As I approach the site, it was obvious that the people were busy watching some kind of movie on a huge screeen. It is even bigger than the I-Max Cinema that I have been to. Looks like most people were having lots of fun watching the screen. There were a few who looked confused with the story line. Anyway, I approached one of them to get the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this. It is a story set in BL country. The country has been in existence for about half a century. Although there have been hiccups associated with a new nation growing up, none of the citizen were prepared for what happened a few months ago. The country is known as practicing a parliamentary democracy though the meaning of democracy in this country was limited to the fact that a general election is held every four to five years, in accordance to the constitution. All these years there was only one group who gets to govern the country. Almost half of the fifty year period was led by a prime minister known now as TDM. He did bring a lot of physical development to the country but at the expense of cultural and human right values. When he left the scene a few years ago he handed over thehelm of the country to a nice guy, AAB. After some hesitation AAB appointed NR as his deputy. During TDM's administration he got rid a few of his political enemies. The most prominent one was his annointed successor AI who was sacked and jailed for supposedly abuse of power and sodomy. AI spent a good six years in prison and was released after AAB took over when the highest court in the country overturned his earlier conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI then spent a good period overseas to recuperate and also to reestablish lost contacts with his acquaintances and friends. When he came back he managed to put the opposition groups together to face what was top be another general election, which was held in the first quarter of this year. Due to his time in prison he was barred from any political office until about a month after the GE. His group use every possible issue to gain the support from the masses who were faced with unhappiness due to the rising cost of living, corruptions and abuse of power by the pwoers that be. The citizen of BL were simply fed up and wanted a change. So to the surprise of everyone, AAB lost grip of 4 states to the AI group. The BN government also lost the two third majority in parliament, losing ministers, deputy ministers and head of smaller political parties along the way. The political and administration landscape of the country has been changed. Then the real politics began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAB faced a lot of pressure from his own party U to resign. Most wanted him to hand over to NR although there are others who wanted to contest. TDM was furious and continued his attacks on AAB. He managed to get a few of his half past seven supporters to pile up the pressures. He was also lost and did not know what is the best for his beloved U. First he wanted NR to take over then he said NR is upto no good having no principle. Finally he and a few of his gang left U, the party he formed and sulking the fact that many U members just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI on the other hand worked over time to get some of the BN members to cross over so that he could form a new government like in the four states they captured. They formed a loose coalition known as PR. The game is now played for a very high stakes. The manouvering was in earnest.  AAB can't afford to lose the government and his face. NR desparately wanted to prevent AI from taking over knowing that AI would probably open a lot of cabinets and chests with lots of skeleton. He simply could not allow it. So, the show gets started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AI filed a report to ACA against MH, the IGP and GP, the AG for their supposed actions many years ago. The guys in ACA started the investigation right away.&lt;br /&gt;2. NR was faced with allegations on being involved with a pretty lady from M land who was killed and blown up.  Two of his special force and his close associate/advisor are on trial for the complicity with the murder.&lt;br /&gt;3. NR's involvement was documented first by a certain RP for which he was detained and remanded for a few days. RP said he has all the evidences and wants to reveal everything in the court. This was later affirmed by a PI who worked for NR's advisor early on.&lt;br /&gt;4. The situation is rather hot and could be explosive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then out of sudden a guy who work with AI made a police report that he was sodomised by AI. This guy was later found to have good access to NR - first he went to seek support for a scholarship after he failed to complete his studies. Then NR said he met with the guy at his home a few days before the sodomy took place because the guy was traumatised and need counselling session from him.&lt;br /&gt;6. The SIL joined in and claimed that AI planned the whole thing to get symphaty for his cause.&lt;br /&gt;7. Then AI was supposed to go to the police station to get his statement recorded as part of the sodomy investigation. He did not turn up because he was served with a court order not to be anywhere near 5 km from the parliament house. Apparently his house is within that 5 km radius. So he was technically under house arrest. He confirmed that he will go at an agreed time on the next available time which was two days later. In between AI went on to debate a minister ASC  on a topic relevant to the masses. He was a clear winner to most people. He also went to ACA to have his statement recorded as part of investigation into his earlier report on MH and GP. On the way back he was ambushed by balaclava clad policemen and arrested.&lt;br /&gt;8. In the meantime a side show was inserted with the head of the Immigration arrested for corruption. But many people do not believe the reason. To most people this has everything to do with the missing record of the lady NR was supposed to have liaison with. This cannot be dismissed all together with the replacement being one of the guys from defence ministry which is under NR. People are also wondering why there was no investigation into this missing record and missing explosive used in the crime against the lady.&lt;br /&gt;9. At the end of this episode of the movie show, AI was still going around the country telling people he did not do that terrible act and it was all part of a conspiracy to prevent him from taking over the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed very interesting to see the continuation of this movie - Perhaps in Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I will take another break before I start reading the next book, Double Jeopardy by William Bernhadt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case people are wondering, I list below the full description of the abbreviation used in the Skin Movie above:&lt;br /&gt;TDM - That Dickhead Man&lt;br /&gt;BL - Bull Land&lt;br /&gt;BN - Bully Nazis&lt;br /&gt;PR - People Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;M - Mother&lt;br /&gt;AAB - All About Bullshit&lt;br /&gt;NR - Never Respectable&lt;br /&gt;AI - Artificial Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;IGP - Intelligent Gone Puked&lt;br /&gt;MH - Most Hated&lt;br /&gt;AG - Another Goblok&lt;br /&gt;GP - Greening Pig&lt;br /&gt;ASC - All Sinned Cheek like Harvey Dent in Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;SIL - Self Inflicted Liar&lt;br /&gt;ACA - All Current Account&lt;br /&gt;U - U, Not Me&lt;br /&gt;RP - Real Prosecutor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2093753900473281718?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2093753900473281718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2093753900473281718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2093753900473281718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2093753900473281718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/skin-cinema.html' title='The Skin Cinema'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8291616660691712037</id><published>2008-07-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:42:40.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>The Innocent Man - Closure</title><content type='html'>I finally completed reading the book. It was like reading a history book. It can get boring with the details on the actual facts. But Grisham did a good job in balancing the facts and the creativity. You would not relise the dividing line. It was a justice done to all Grisham's efforts in coming up with the book. Not less than 18 months of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed surprising how the two guys here were sent to the death row without having anything to do with the crime. Even seasoned lawyer like Grisham was shocked with his discoveries while researching for the book. I can't help but admire those people who fought hard to ensure that justice was finally accorded to the two guys. In fact there have been many similar cases of the Innocents were convicted wrongly. Some we freed while others were not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a reflection of the justice system no matter where it is on this earth. As Grisham stated in the Author's note, "Wrongful convictions occur every month....and the reasons are all varied and all the same - bad police work, junk science, faulty eyewitness identifications, bad defense lawyers, lazy prosecutors, arrogant prosecutors". In the case of Ron Williamson, the price he had to pay for twelve years of wasted life was very heavy. He suffered and never really recovered. He finally succumb to cancer five years after getting his freedom from the death row. It was rather facinating in spite of his deeds he was full of regrets for the hardship he caused others especially his parents and family. As if his sufferings were to wash and cleanse his soul for the ultimate journey. He was a real example for those entrusted with responsibility to discharge it in the most fair and accountable manner. Nobody should purposely cause the misery unto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a learning process, I highly recommend the book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8291616660691712037?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8291616660691712037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8291616660691712037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8291616660691712037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8291616660691712037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/innocent-man-closure.html' title='The Innocent Man - Closure'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-547367474761690174</id><published>2008-07-13T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:43:48.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Innocent Man - Part 2</title><content type='html'>When I first started reading the book, I was a little bit aprehensive on how Grisham was going to prtray a real life story into his trade mark novel. It was indeed very slow moving at first but it became like a fiction thriller as you progress with the chapters. What amazed me was the way Grisham handled the various scenarios in real life into a very smooth transition of chapters in the book. You would not really feel that you were reading a real life story. Such a writing skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was also disturbing to see the way things were unfolding at the litlle town of ADA. It was anything but fairness, reasonableness and compassion. It was indeed a situation when no one should be subjected to. But then again, it was no different to those happening at many other places in the world, this country included. It is a case when people act at their own whim and fancy for the sake of getting things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad world indeed when the halpless was continuously ignored and abused. When a human being is treated worst than animal. When a person moving to a danger being pushed further and closer to the danger! What kind of human would do such a thing, one wonders! It is a sad state of any society which would allow this; when people close their eyes or look at the other directions. It was red herring in full action. At the end of the day the real victim did not get the justice he or she really deserved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-547367474761690174?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/547367474761690174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=547367474761690174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/547367474761690174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/547367474761690174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/innocent-man-part-2.html' title='The Innocent Man - Part 2'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7161444488729502472</id><published>2008-07-06T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:57:45.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>What Fed Up?</title><content type='html'>It was rather sickening to read about a few people who think they are so important in other people's life, saying they are getting fed up with the current political situation in this country now. They wanted to go on strike! They do not want to blog anymore on the two hottest issues being played out now. They wanted to shutdown on people who talk about these two issues. All this while they were supposed to provide an alternative views and now they are complaining! Go to hell! By all means go on strike, shut down others views and go and kick a cat if that makes you guys happy. So what? Who ae you to dictate other peoples life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these people say they are fed up with the politicians actions. Did they ever think of those people affected by the allegations? Their families, friends and relatives? For the past ten years I do not think these jokers can get anywhere near to understand what these 'victims' went though. In the excitement to getting fed up, they forgot the real issue here. The issue of credibility. Why only question one side not both sides? Why the gun is only trained on one target not both? I am sure there are people who wanted this kind of situation to happen i.e. to divert the real issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mess indeed but did any of these fed up guys ever ask the question, who started it all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7161444488729502472?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7161444488729502472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7161444488729502472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7161444488729502472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7161444488729502472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-fed-up.html' title='What Fed Up?'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6148739057677523349</id><published>2008-07-05T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:20:41.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Big Picture's Puzzle</title><content type='html'>The Year of the Rat has really been nothing short of excitement! It was rather fitting if one were to look at the current happenings and compare with the famous story of 'Who Moved My Cheese'. It so happened that a pair of rats was also the main protagonist of the story. It demonstrated how the rats were more prepared to face the consequence of losing their cheese as compared to the two guys! It was like David vs Golliath thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the big picture is still blurr at this stage. Although I can probably envisage the Big Picture may consist of four major pieces in the puzzle frame. The first piece was the events leading to the March 8 GE. The second piece was more related to the March 8 night and the events that followed. The third piece of the puzzle is comparable to the first 100 days period of the new climate. All these pieces are generally in place. However the question remains on the fouirth and last piece of the puzzle. Will it give a picture of old or new climate? Will it bring hope or despair to the people? Will it become  a reality or remain illusionary? We are nowhere near the final draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it woulod be interesting to note that the last pice of the puzzle, although it holds key to the Big Picture is actually the canvass for those events created in the other 3 pieces. If one cares to look closely a few clues have been unravelled along the way. Nothing seemed to be what was apparent on face value. The intrigues are in fact sub plots of a big drama. Nobody dares to guess which way it will end. One thing is certain, nevertheless, it is war time. It is the Winner takes All stage. No turning back. Whoever comes out second best will probably bleed until the last drop of the blood. What a pity it would be if truth does not prevail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is the key to the final piece of the puzzle may not be found anywhere in this country. Rather it could be at a far away town at the centre of a continent. Worst still a dead woman could have the final say. At the end of the day it all boils down to lust translated into a three letter word. In this case it is SEX. We shall wait for further clues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6148739057677523349?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6148739057677523349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6148739057677523349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6148739057677523349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6148739057677523349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-pictures-puzzle.html' title='Big Picture&apos;s Puzzle'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3108885678027704029</id><published>2008-06-29T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:32:55.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Insider</title><content type='html'>It was a movie I came across while browsing for the latest news on the satellite channels. It was based on a true story with addition for dramatic effect. It is basically a story of a Head of Research unit of a Big Corporation in the US who was sacked for standing up. He did not want to compromise his belief and principle which he thought was crucial to human health and life. He went through hell! Even his wife left him for not being able to cope and support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he found a person who also shared the same principle on life. The principle on integrity, accountability and responsibility. These people were prepared to go against the tide and gave away everything. Indeed they finally triumphed in their life although it was not easy. I am sure they were satisfied with the outcome of their battle for the cause that they believed in in spite of the sacrifices they had to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost a prophetic coincidence for the show to be aired today, in the light of the most recent events in this country. The extent of challenges and tribulations people who hold onto noble principles are being unravelled for all to see. To most people it may be hard to swallow but to these selected few, it is their destiny to serve the humanity no matter the price they have to pay. I wonder what is in their heart and soul that sets them apart from the ordinary and mere mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I thought Russell Crowe and Al Pacino did very well in the film version of the real Insider!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3108885678027704029?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3108885678027704029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3108885678027704029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3108885678027704029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3108885678027704029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/insider.html' title='The Insider'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4104833948399153982</id><published>2008-06-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:35:21.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>100 Days of Ding Dong</title><content type='html'>When the sun rose on 9th March 2008, it was like a new dawn with rays of hope. Indeed some hopes are higher than others but still many were hoping for better life. This kind of hope is still there, nevertheless. However the earlier optimism is slowly diminishing withthe kind of ding dong and flip flop being shown. I am talking about the 4 PR governed states. Yes it was not easy to come and occupies the vacant sits with the little experience in governing. It was a very steep learning curve if success were to be gained over nights... This is quite understandable. However the basic element of being together among the PR components that is communicating with each other is obviously not resolved. You still get an excited member easily pronounced about certain things without proper communication internally. Then the oethers had to back pedalled. Then you also have a top guy happily says things on top of his head giving an impression that every action/decision he makes should be told to the Rakyat. He is then seen like another flip flop legend. The question is why can a proper mechanism be put in place to avoid opening your backside to be whacked. This is knowing that there are so many out there who want to see the backside whacked left, right and centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the lessons are learned, and learned fast, weakenesses identified and strengthened, gaps closed and rectified, life will be tougher for the next whatever remaining of the 363 x 5 days term to the next election! It is sad that with all the hopes, some PR government seems to fall in the same trap befallen the previous BN governments. While the intention may be good or all done in good faith, the art of governing is far from satisfactory. But then again that is the challenge that we ought to face and overcome. Here hoping that things will only get better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4104833948399153982?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4104833948399153982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4104833948399153982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4104833948399153982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4104833948399153982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/100-days-of-ding-dong.html' title='100 Days of Ding Dong'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4131703373883150465</id><published>2008-06-27T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:33:53.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendid Suns - Part 1</title><content type='html'>'[A] masterful follow-up to....&lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;. Not to be missed. &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/em&gt; will tear at your heart' - &lt;em&gt;Chicago Sun-Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A stirring read....almost impossible to resist.' - &lt;em&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uplifting, Enlightening, Universal.' - &lt;em&gt;Fort Worth Star-Telegram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Once again the setting is Afghanistan, but this time [Hosseini] has taken the last thirty-three years of that country's tumultuous history of war and oppression and told it on an intimate scale, through the lives of two women.' - &lt;em&gt;The New York Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A brave, honorable, big-hearted book.' - &lt;em&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This engaging, heartbreaking novel soars.' - &lt;em&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''When the journey continues, the search will go on until the sun sets" - White Eagle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4131703373883150465?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4131703373883150465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4131703373883150465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4131703373883150465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4131703373883150465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/thousand-splendid-suns-part-1.html' title='A Thousand Splendid Suns - Part 1'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2962995405044828320</id><published>2008-06-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:22:04.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Double Jeopardy - Part 1</title><content type='html'>'When mobster Al Moroconi is charged with orchestrating a heinous crime against a young woman, the first defense attorney on the case mysteriously disappears. TravisByre - a smart Dallas cop who recently traded his badge for a law degree - is appointed by a federal judge to speak for the defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Moroconi vanishes into the Dallas underworld - taking Travis's reputation with him. Running for his life, Travis comes to a horrifying realization: the charge against Moroconi is just a cover for something much bigger and more foul.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Bernhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ballantinebooks.com/"&gt;www.ballantinebooks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2962995405044828320?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2962995405044828320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2962995405044828320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2962995405044828320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2962995405044828320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-jeopardy-part-1.html' title='Double Jeopardy - Part 1'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-9143000855049342212</id><published>2008-06-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:02:38.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Personal v Professional</title><content type='html'>It was rather sad these days to see many people in the 'professional' line could not differentiate between personal interest and professional interest. Most think that since they work in certain professions, they thought they are professionals realising very little the true meaning of professionalism. How often these days one hears about top management of an organisation or a corporate body making decision based on other than professionalism. In trying to justify their personal actions they would resort to all sorts of dirty tricks at their disposal without really feeling any remorse. These people become an arrogant lot. They thought the trust and responsibility given to them is a licence to do anything they like and they wish without being accountable. As a result those unfortunate people who were at the wrong place at the wrong time would suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people be honest and do the right thing professionally? Is it because of incompetence, lack of knowledge or fear of own weaknesses? Or is it the fear of own shadow? But then again, if one is above board and beyond reproach what is there to be fear of the shadow? Perhaps the answer lies somewhere in between. Go and figure it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-9143000855049342212?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9143000855049342212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=9143000855049342212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/9143000855049342212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/9143000855049342212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/personal-v-professional.html' title='Personal v Professional'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4251158990227448863</id><published>2008-06-16T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:53:11.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Parental Visit</title><content type='html'>The previous weekend was a return trip home with the kids. It was a family occasion celebrating one of the third generation getting hitched. I managed to take time off to go back home although the occasion was somewhere else. It was a time to renew family ties with relatives who have not crossed our paths for some time. After a good rest, it was time to return to the city. The trip was generally exciting although rather tiring driving over 600km in a day. It was worth it, nonetheless to see mum and dad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4251158990227448863?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4251158990227448863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4251158990227448863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4251158990227448863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4251158990227448863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/06/parental-visit.html' title='Parental Visit'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8903917228995794311</id><published>2008-05-31T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:28:34.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Good Bye, My Friend!</title><content type='html'>It was a normal day until I received a shocking news about my friend R who has passed on to meet with his Creator. I was stunned and shocked. I have not seen him for a while since he came a calling months back. However, just a few days ago I just thought about him. Wondering what he was doing, remembering those days when we could meet up with a phone call. However since he became immobile, these moments were no longer there. I ended up the thot with a prayer that he gets well and telling myself that I would see him soon. Alas! It was not to be. Apparently he left for a minor priligrimage a week ago and would be back next week. It was a journey he was thinking for quite a while and he was very determined to go on that journey. It seemed to be his final journey on this earth. A journey that would leave only memories behind. He was well liked by everbody I know for he was kind hearted who never failed a friend. I knew for a fact that he put his friends even before his family at times. But the main thing is he was also loved by his creator for his kindness. I guess it was this kindness that brought him to his Creator in the Holy Land. He could not be closer to the good before he was called on. My friend, you will be remembered in more ways than one. May your soul be blessed and showered with the best as what you showered those around you. May you rest in the company of the best people. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8903917228995794311?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8903917228995794311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8903917228995794311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8903917228995794311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8903917228995794311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-my-friend.html' title='Good Bye, My Friend!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2730901108110567103</id><published>2008-05-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:42:03.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grisham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Innocent Man - Part 1</title><content type='html'>In the town of Ada, Oklahoma, Ron Williamson was going to be the next Mickey Mantle. But on his way to the Big Leagues, Ron stumbled, his dreams broken by drinking, drugs, and women. Then, on a winter night on 1982, not far from Ron's home, a young cocktail waitress named Debra Sue Carter was savagely murdered. The investigation led nowhere. Until, on the filmsiest evidence, it led to Ron Williamson. The washed up small-town hero was charged, tried and sentenced to death - in a trial littered with lying witnesses and tainted evidence that would shatter a man's already broken life ... and let a true killer go free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......It is a book that will terrify anyone who believes in the presumption of innocence - a book no American can afford to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Gritty, Harrowing True-Crime Story' - Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Triumph' - Seattle Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Grisham has crafted a legal thriller every bit as suspenseful and fast-paced as his best selling Fiction' - Boston Globe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2730901108110567103?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2730901108110567103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2730901108110567103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2730901108110567103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2730901108110567103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/innocent-man-part-1.html' title='The Innocent Man - Part 1'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1295070155859470771</id><published>2008-05-22T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:19:16.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><title type='text'>Boston Legal</title><content type='html'>If you are keen on legal drama but on the lighter side, this tv series is a good one to consider. It has all the ingredients of American Way of life. I mean we all know how litigatious the Americans are. They just find anything to start a litigation or civil suits. So a legal firm becomes the focus, in this case, it is Crane, Poole and Smitch. The pratagonist is Denny Crane, one of the partners. Poole is rather quite while Shirley Smitch is the moderator bringing the feminine influence. Denny's close friend is Alan Shore, a real character. In most of the series Alan Shore is considered the brain behind the cases especially those in the court room drama. The original supporting cast included Brad who ended up marrying Denise, Clarence who becomes Clarice after hours, Jimmy the eccentric and  a few others from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have a group of judges who can be unique in each own way. Throw in a few baddies to be defended by the team from CPS together with a few arrogant DAs then you really have some entertaining shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about the show is that issues raised in each episode are very relevant to day to day life of an ordinary american citizen. As a result the legal arguments put forth by each side are almost surreal. For me it is almost like a revision of chapters from legal text. It is always inspiring and a good way to motivate and get refreshed especially when you see how these lawyers work in a professional way most of the time but struggle to escape from emotional attachment when the subject matter is closed to their hearts. Of course there were a few episodes which were rather memorable made possible by the good acting overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry between Denny Crane an Alan Shore could not have been better. For good measure each episodes ends with these two main characters sitting on Denny Crane's office balcony with a glass of champagne in one hand while a good cigar in another reflecting on the day gone by! It is indeed a very good series which has run for four seasosns. One really has to keep track to follow the case since it is not readily available on local channels....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1295070155859470771?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1295070155859470771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1295070155859470771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1295070155859470771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1295070155859470771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/boston-legal.html' title='Boston Legal'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2585532453964483690</id><published>2008-05-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:41:32.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Reluctant Fundamentalist - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how the critics considered this book as 'more exciting than any thriller' (Philip Pullman) or 'admirably spare and amazingly exciting' (Rachel Cooke, New Statesman). I may be bias but the story was rather ordinary except for the way it was presented, in a flashback technic. Just like when one's mother would relate a family story, except in this case it was related to a stranger - with no name. The experience Changez went through was not dissimilar than many who took the same journey. A journey undertaken at a relatively young age when one is bound to discover many new things in life. In this case, it was a discovery of Princeton, Underwood Samson &amp;amp; Company and Erica. The disenchantment experienced by Changez with Erica and Americain general was nothing new regardless of 9/11. A person who grew up in one culture then moved to another culture would definitely feel the conflict. It is the challenge in managing this conflict will make one becomes either a steel or a plasticine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, to me the true reason for the meeting between Changez and that American did not become abundantly clear at all............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2585532453964483690?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2585532453964483690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2585532453964483690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2585532453964483690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2585532453964483690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/reluctant-fundamentalist-epilogue.html' title='The Reluctant Fundamentalist - Epilogue'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4182190928854235722</id><published>2008-05-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:23:36.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Every now and then one may ask what friendship is all about. Some may see this as being once companion in  time of need. Companion in the sense of a shoulder to cry, an ear to listen and probably a source for a piece of advice. More often than not one may face a situation when many friends will be there when the weather is fair. When the times are rough, not many people will stand the test of friendship. This is quite common in terms of political interest. A powerful politician will have so many friends that he or she can float in the air from the firends aura. The moment he or she loses the political power then most of the friends will disappear if not all. Worst still nobody want to be associated with him or her regardless of the good deeds they had benefited from him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point is one has to be careful in having a friend. A person will be very lucky to have friends who can and will be there when they are needed. Alternatively it will be a nightmare to have friends who can backstab like 'trusting the fence, the fence eats rice'. A wise man says that a good friend is the one who will defend you in your absence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4182190928854235722?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4182190928854235722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4182190928854235722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4182190928854235722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4182190928854235722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6377438192090785675</id><published>2008-05-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:13:09.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Reluctant Fundamentalist - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Having read The Kite Runner, I just could not resist picking up this book by MOHSIN HAMID while browsing the shelves at my regular bookstore the other day. Perhaps the caption 'Shortlisted for the Man Brooker Prize 2007' was the real eye catcher for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Excuse me, sir, but may I be of assistance? Ah, I see I have alarmed you. Do not be frightened by my beard. I am a lover of America...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaks the mysterious stranger at Lahore cafe' as dusk settles. Invited to join him for tea, you learn his name and what led this immaculate speaker of English to seek you out. For he is more wworldly than you might expect; better travelled and better educated. He knows the West better than you do. And as he tells you his story, of how he embraced the Western dream - and a Western woman - and how both betrayed him. so the night darkens. Then the true reason for your meeting becomes abundantly clear.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6377438192090785675?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6377438192090785675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6377438192090785675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6377438192090785675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6377438192090785675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/reluctant-fundamentalist-part-1.html' title='The Reluctant Fundamentalist - Part 1'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4708917551662109397</id><published>2008-05-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:46:45.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>A Day Not Like Others</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are doing really fine in spite of your health. Forgive me for not coming up to visit you as often as you and I wish. I hope Dad is also doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed I have to tell you a few things which cross my mind since our last coversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the second Sunday in the month of May. Around here where I live and work, most people would celebrate Mother's Day. I am not sure you are aware of this or even care about this, although I know you have discharged your motherly duties to your kids excellently. Indeed I sometime wonder how some women who call themselves mothers by just simply giving births to babies and yet celebrate this Mother's Day. Some of them, I am sure, do not even know what being mother is all about. I mean, pardon me, I have to compare them with you. You started motherhood during the Japanese Occupation of our country. I remeber you telling me that Dad was detained by the Japanes just before my eldest sister was born.  Those were the dark days which are now parts of our history when you had to survive with tapioca. I also remember quite well how you would work non-stop morning as a teacher to your students and afternoon going to the paddy field helping Dad taking care of those paddy. These were a few examples of sacrifices that you did for us. I wonder whether anymore paddy field left in this country with the shortage of rice people are talking about now. I remember how you care about all eight of us including your eldest two daughters who were already married by then. You have not stopped caring and worrying in that way until now even though all of us now have our own family and may be nearly quailified as you and dad to be called parents. That is simply you, Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking this Mother's Day thing is actually about making money by some people. The advertisement for gifts are almost everywhere. The value of these gifts are questionable. Of course the recepients would gladly accept that. Its almost nothing to do with the appreciation of the sacrifices by all mothers. I mean the hype is actually creating a lot of dirts under the carpet. For instance, almost every mother in this part of the world would be bombarded by messages ofMother's Day. For those who have children who can afford, the mothers would probably be given lots of gifts by their children. Mothers will be treated to sumptious breakfast or lunch. They will also be taken to places of happiness. There will surely be a lot of happy faces. I, however, can't stop to wonder how would other mothers i.e. mothers whose children are not in a position to give anything but silent love, feel about this hype and all. Would they be hurt and suffer in silent thinking about how unlucky they were? Would they feel sidelined and ignored for the simple fact that their life was fated? I dont really know cause I dont think I could afford hurting them more by asking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for rumbling this way. Its just that I want to assure you, although I have never given you any gift as advertised extensively on Mother's day, I hope my give of love which is always there would be more significant than those money can buy. I just could not know what else I could give, knowing you will not be happy for any of my sacrifices but only for my happiness with my own family. People say, its the thought that counts but every now and then the presence does also count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, Mother, you are also shaking your head looking at the qualities of mothers today. Of course the difference between mothers of today and mothers of your time are like the sky and the earth. To some people they say this is just because of the evolution of human life. We are now in the IT era when everything has to be fast and the world is becoming borderless to the extent that you have a lot of fast tracked mothers and mothers who seem clueless to the border of being a mother, a wife and a career woman. Some will abdicate the responsibility of being a mother to their maids. It is fine if it is limited to the household chores but most often it goes beyond that. There were cases when young kids were left with the maids, growing up in the care of the maids and even speaking in the language of the maids'.  These mothers would have very little time with their kids yet these are the same people who celebrate Mother's Day perhaps more than any other mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said the fast track mothers, I mean those who choose not to get pregnant and giving birth as a naturl process of marriage but rather prefer adoption. Of course it is a noble cause but how on earth that can be considered noble when single women do these? They will then use this as a reason not to get married because they have worldly needs including a child they call their baby. Can you imagine, Mother, what would happen to the institution of marriage which really forms the fabric of the society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for asking a lot of questions - not that I want you to worry about. Its more for me to self examine our situation here and I hope I could find answers which I would use as guidance to be shared with your lovely grandchildren. By the way, thank you for all your love and care for my kids and my other half. I know how happy you are everytime you see them or even hear their voices over the phone. My only regret is that they are now growing up and speak to you even less. I will try to get them to improve on this, Mother. As you are also aware, I am really thankful to God that with all the parental tips I learned from you and dad I have managed to raise them to be good and filial sons and daughters although not as good as what you two did for me. This also I promise to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Mother, just be known that, you are remembered everyday and the prayers for your well beings as my gifts will never cease. My wish is that you and Dad will always feel the warmth of love and tender care from my other half,  my kids and myself. Have a very Happy and Peaceful Mother's Day, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4708917551662109397?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4708917551662109397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4708917551662109397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4708917551662109397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4708917551662109397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-not-like-others.html' title='A Day Not Like Others'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4816177498993159549</id><published>2008-05-04T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:13:08.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sweat Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Arghhh! What a fun weekend it was. The days passed really quickly. Yes, it was just like any other weekend but it wasn't. Not when I had extra time to spare with my youngest son going around in the old beaten up car looking for a place to do a make over. The old M is now close to 30 years old. I thought a treatment of sort is in order. But alas! The guy at the workshop wanted to con me. Huhh....its tough. We walked away shaking our heads considering the deal. Never mind we will continue looking for the right deal. We picked out our badminton rackets and gave a few hits for a sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a nice catching up game. It was one of those days when a little quality time is all that you need to brighten things up and to feel close to your loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4816177498993159549?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4816177498993159549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4816177498993159549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4816177498993159549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4816177498993159549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweat-weekend.html' title='Sweat Weekend!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4498087659292142295</id><published>2008-04-29T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:27:38.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The DNA of Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leverage Your Instincts to COMMUNICATE, DIFFERENTIATE, INNOVATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as your DNA may determine your destiny, a company's organizational DNA may determine its destiny. &lt;em&gt;The DNA of Leadership&lt;/em&gt; helps you understand how to shape your company's genetic code for success. The author identifies the 7 vital leadership practices that can reshape an organisation into a WE-centric culture-a culture that will enable people to effectively work together during times organizational change. Learn how to 'graft' these 7 practices onto meetings, conversations, and strategic initiatives, and you'll leverage talent, maximize results, and boost profits in amazing ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alter a Company's DNA, and Accelerate Its Profits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4498087659292142295?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4498087659292142295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4498087659292142295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4498087659292142295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4498087659292142295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/dna-of-leadership.html' title='The DNA of Leadership'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7879032844466251188</id><published>2008-04-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:19:46.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Testosterone Inc. - Tales of CEOs Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>'Combines an understanding of balance sheets with an ear for gossip and an eye for human failings' - Daily Telegraph (UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Irresistable, wonderfully well written, superbly documented..This book is a fabulous read' - The Globe and Mail (Toronto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Unearths tantalizing stories of bad behavior' - USA Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cheeky, mesmerizing, and sometimes out-of-bounds...Byron will have you shaking your head in amazement by the time you finish Testosterone Inc.' - Business Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertaining and eye-opening...rarely do we get such a well documented and readable account of such unacceptable behavior among those at the top of American business' - Barron's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7879032844466251188?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7879032844466251188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7879032844466251188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7879032844466251188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7879032844466251188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/testosterone-inc-tales-of-ceos-gone.html' title='Testosterone Inc. - Tales of CEOs Gone Wild'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8918805248886462022</id><published>2008-04-26T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:01:42.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Play Dirty</title><content type='html'>'Accused of murder, convicted of throwing a game for the mob, former Dallas Cowboys superstar Griff Burkett spent five years in federal prison. Now a free man, the fallen quarterback has no prospects - and worse, no forgiveness - in football-crazy Texas. But there is someone willing to pay - millions - for Griff's services. Airline CEO Foster Speakman and his lovely wife, Laura, want the one thing fate has denied them: a child. It's an offer Griff can't refuse, a job that demands total secrecy. But in this high-stakes game, Griff finds himself falling in love with Laura Speakman - and racing to protect them both from a ruthless nemesis from his past. Now, plunged into the spotlight of suspicion as the clock winds down, Griff's future - and his life - hinge on one last perfect play'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about half way through before I got 'drawn' into the thriller. After 2/3 of the book, it was really a page turner to the end. Good read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8918805248886462022?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8918805248886462022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8918805248886462022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8918805248886462022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8918805248886462022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/play-dirty.html' title='Play Dirty'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-306739809687182277</id><published>2008-04-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:51:17.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><title type='text'>Love (2)</title><content type='html'>Time is Gold, Diamond is forever; Forever also refers to time. So, Time is also Diamond? Anyway, it just goes to show how precious time is. It is indeed undescribable. I mean if one loses a piece of gold the person can always get another piece as a replacement so long as he or she can afford it. Ofcourse the sentimental value is not the same. But can one do the same thing with regards to time? No way, Jose! Even the richest man in the world or even universe could not possibly buy time to replace the lost one, not even a second. This is because time is equivalent to one's age. One cannot replace childhood time with any other time. Time, being one's age is part of one's life, like it or not. Its very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems, the manifestation of love really is to give one's most precious valuable to the one who feels in love with. What is more valuable other than time? Indeed, a person could shower a loved one with gifts and everything but it is less significant if one never spend own time as part of it. I mean those gifts can be ordered through a third party and arranged for the delivery. Of course it could make one's happy but it is far from being a manifestation of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an example, a rich father may give almost everything his son wants except time. Studies have shown how this would influence the child later in his life. It is even worst if the father is never there when he is needed, be it for a birthday party, a school activity or even a game on the field. Similarly, a rich mother in her twilight years may not need any material thing from her kids but a few minutes to spare; to talk, to reminisce, to feel the presence and most of all to be loved. One can always profess how much he or she loves a person but without giving the most precious part of his or her life i.e. time, the love will almost mean nothing. Indeed themanifestation of love is really by giving time to the loved ones when it is needed most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is many splendid things but the main reason for a person who believes in a particular faith and practices his or her belief is called a devotee is because of his or her devotion in giving away his or her time through the various deeds and even sacrifices! That would be d ultimate manifestation................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-306739809687182277?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/306739809687182277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=306739809687182277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/306739809687182277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/306739809687182277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-2.html' title='Love (2)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6923776454819972742</id><published>2008-04-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:14:47.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Fun Filled Weeks</title><content type='html'>Indeed, it has been quite fun to watch the drama unfolding. On the one hand you have a group of people or loyalist trying to pull together. On the other hand you have an old horse full of vengeance. What a shame really when you have a kettle calling a pot black. This old man was so powerful in his time that no one dared to challenge him. He would surely find ways and means to not only put that person(s) in the cold. He would destroy them. Now he is saying that his predecessor is doing what he did and he did not like it! Talking about tasting one's own medicine. There could not have been a better example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just ranting this and that, like no end. Poor soul! He is now so desparate he creates problems for others. What a pity but then again you can only plan and do certain things while the ultimate planner is watching and only intervenes as necessary. I guess it is now payback time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issues unfolding, there are so many people want to give their two sen worth! Some of them are now trying to be too clever by saying things they should have said earlier, not now. Its too shallow these people. But then again the world is full of actors and opportunists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are still in denial mood and would not learn whatever lessons thrown at them. They are just waiting to be swallowed by the earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching..I guess there will be many more interesting things coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6923776454819972742?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6923776454819972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6923776454819972742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6923776454819972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6923776454819972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-filled-weeks.html' title='Fun Filled Weeks'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1232983334655277373</id><published>2008-04-06T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:04:46.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Back Spin</title><content type='html'>The boy was last seen in a seedy, down-town hotel - and then he disappeared. Just another runaway, or is there more to it than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Myron Bolitar is asked to unravel the mystery of the boy's disappearnce, he crashes through a crowd of undesirables, blue bloods and liars on both sides of the social divide. And when family skeletons begin to emerge, Myron is about to find out just how deadly a game he's got himself caught up in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Jack, Linda and Chad Coldrens together with Win, Esperanza, Norm Zuckerman, Lloyd Rennart, Esme Fong, Tad Crispin, Tito Marshall.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from Back Spin by Harlan Coben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1232983334655277373?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1232983334655277373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1232983334655277373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1232983334655277373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1232983334655277373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-spin.html' title='Back Spin'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8191462808234668719</id><published>2008-03-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:06:03.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>A Thief of Right</title><content type='html'>'When you kill a man, you steal a life; you steal his wife's right to a husband, rob a children of his father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness'. 'Every other sin is a variation of theft'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rather interesting philosophy espaused by Baba to Amir Jan in the Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, it is almost plausible. I never thought how lie can be so closely related to stealing. But then again I remembered this one Malay proverb 'Siakap Senohong Gelama Ikan Duri, Bercakap bohong lama-lama jadi pencuri' (Carp, fishes with thorn, tell lie often, then becomes a thief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, by lying or not telling the truth a person does not only hoard information which can probably be had once the hoard is removed or by making it more transparent but more importantly, the person is stealing someone's right to the truth which is possibly almost similar to stealing the right to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this pilosophy is a rather powerful element in creating a civilized society. It requires one to be honest, trustworty and truthful not to steal that right to the truth. It also encompasses all aspects of lying. The bottom line is, a person's right has been denied and those who denied it has to be none other than a thief or a group of thieves. So, in the current climate of missing files, documents and so on, it seems there are many thieves among us! Hopefully they are not the majority lest we become part of a Society of Thieves. Perhaps a Society ofMonkeys (as some people who thought they are clever by half used to think about bloggers) is always better than a Society of Thieves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8191462808234668719?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8191462808234668719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8191462808234668719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8191462808234668719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8191462808234668719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/thief-of-right.html' title='A Thief of Right'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2011997466771251020</id><published>2008-03-16T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T07:41:44.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Aftermath &amp; The Days Ahead</title><content type='html'>A week has now passed since the New Dawn. Lots have been talked about the Tsunami; the shockings, the unbelievable, the gracious gentleman, the sore losers, the analysis, the expert opinions, the new kids on the block, the new partnerships, the unreal expectations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these, one pertinent point I thought has been missing. While people talked about the roles of the new governments, the new excos, the new cabinets, the new oppositions and even the new main stream media, nobody really taked about the role of the people or rather voters who made their choices loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fine to agree with the notions or ideas during the campiagn but to really roll up the sleeves and get the hands dirty to ensure those notions and ideas become reality is another ball game all together. From now on, this country needs a new culture to push reform agenda throughout the country. Now it seems the majority wanted change and reform to the way this country is governed. Will the people ever ready to change and reform themselves? People talk about justice and rule of law all the time but is this being practiced in the daily life? I am afraid to say that it is far from this duplicity (for a better word than hypocrite)! Look at the way we conduct ourselves as far as obeying traffic rules is concerned. We double parked, obstructed others, beat the red lights, parked illegally, exceed speed limits, driving recklessly.... we can go on. The point is we do not see this as part of small steps in reform agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, while we expect to be treated fairly and justly, do we practice this? Did we ever refuse any form of discrimination or happily go along? Or do we talk about justice only when we are the receiving end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of all these, we should all take stock and consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Push Factors (created by BN unless stated otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken promises on corruption, integrity, transparency&lt;br /&gt;2. Neglect and taking the masses for granted&lt;br /&gt;3. Narrow eye views on the dire state of the people&lt;br /&gt;4. Too much spin doctor manipulating the main stream media&lt;br /&gt;5. Greedy, arrogant, exclusive, irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Pull Factors (by BR)&lt;br /&gt;1. Promises of a New Dawn - no corruption, more transparent and accountability&lt;br /&gt;2. Better quality of life - lower cost of living&lt;br /&gt;3. Inclusive, consultative&lt;br /&gt;4. Fairer environment for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Things to look at, among others:&lt;br /&gt;1. Set up an effective mechanism for the state and local authorities administration&lt;br /&gt;2. Work towards a better safety and security by enhancing the presence of police force in&lt;br /&gt;the states&lt;br /&gt;3. A better business climate&lt;br /&gt;4. Not to repeat BN's mistakes&lt;br /&gt;5. The YBs to be more accessible and interactive&lt;br /&gt;6. Improve infrastructure system - reduce floods, traffic congestion, enhance communication&lt;br /&gt;(no spin doctors, please)&lt;br /&gt;7. Walk the Talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we the people should pull out all stops to contribute to the new age, new dawn, new culture and new Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that we should move forward and better days are awaiting ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2011997466771251020?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2011997466771251020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2011997466771251020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2011997466771251020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2011997466771251020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/aftermath-days-ahead.html' title='The Aftermath &amp; The Days Ahead'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-3431865554006079477</id><published>2008-03-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:18:55.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Facts, The Myths &amp; The Truths</title><content type='html'>This would probably my last piece on this New Dawn. I will try to be brief but hopefully do not miss any point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facst are:&lt;br /&gt;1. BR won in 5 states (6 including the Territory) against BN's 8&lt;br /&gt;2. DAP won outright control in One state and a major control in another, PAS in two; PKR has a major control in one.&lt;br /&gt;3. BR won over 50% popular votes in peninsular and about 47% overall&lt;br /&gt;4. Two states have a requirement for a Malay Muslim to be the Chief Excutive Officer of the state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myths are:&lt;br /&gt;1. People voted for a particular party in BR instead of the whole pack BR&lt;br /&gt;2. The number of seats won by BR reflect the wishes of people which can be translated into the control of the state&lt;br /&gt;3. People voted for BR parties because they love the each of the parties&lt;br /&gt;4. The mandate given to BR is a licence to exercise their newly found authority - BR member parties to implement its own policy per se.&lt;br /&gt;5. The newly elected government will revamp the whole system overnight.&lt;br /&gt;6. The win was due to BR's own effort.&lt;br /&gt;7. People booted BN because they did not like development.&lt;br /&gt;8. People will support you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truths are:&lt;br /&gt;1. People voted for BR as a pack of three parties not on one party alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. The number of seats won simply means the number of seats BN lost&lt;br /&gt;3. People voted for BR parties because they hated BN - even members of BN's own component parties voted against their own candidates.&lt;br /&gt;4. Each BR member party has to modify the approach in implementing party policies to benefit all people, not only their own members and groups. They ought to remember that they have been promoting fairness and just cause for the rakyat not section of the rakyat. If they choose to implement selectively then they will be no different than BN. In fact they will be even worse because they did not walk the talk.&lt;br /&gt;5. The administrative and delivery system needs to be properly reviewed by independent groups comprising professionals and experts who are impartial to political parties but with the benefits for the people utmost in their mind. This is where the new government ought to be extremely careful so that those who are romped into improvement teams are genuine and not fence sitters who are only eager to ride on the bandwagon and grab all they can. I have seen this kind of people who can readily change their uniforms overnight. Those who served in the tink tank of the previous administration should never be given any chance to do the same at least in the early stage. Their claim of expertise should be treated with extreme care. Otherwise they could just be 'gunting dalam lipatan'.&lt;br /&gt;By the same token, there are genuine people who had no choice but had to follow/do certain things previously to ensure their survival. For instance they were asked to be a member of a BN component party before they can even have a chance. This group of people should not be victimised the second time. In fact don't be surprise that membership forms of BR member parties will become like hot fried banana in weeks and months to come. In the excitement to increase membership, there could be many black ships in the group. In fact if those involved in recruiting are naive, there could be many 'musang berbulu ayam' in the herd! In short the process in forming representative groups has to be monitored carefully.&lt;br /&gt;6. The win was not due solely to BR member parties own effort. For instance DAP has been trying to capture penang for almost 30 years but to no avail. Similarly PAS had only succeeded in the east cost before. Of course PKR is new and was almost wiped out four years ago. So, on their own each party would not have the chance to win many let alone winning the right to govern the states. In short the win was due to all these parties working tohether in a united front regardless of policy differences and most importantly fully supported by the people who mattered - the voters be it in the form of Reformasi or Makhal Sakhti...it was simply People's Power! Please do not make a fool of yourself claiming or attributing your win without sensitive consideration for the people. So, DAP, the wishes of the people is for BN to get lost and BR to get a chance to govern! BR means DAP-PAS-PKR not DAP alone! And in this bond we have all Malaysians. You were given a chance together so WORK TOGETHER! Any differences should be resolved behind closed doors not infront of the press. Remember it takes time getting used by this press corp to treat you decently after years of looking at you guys with a slanted one eye. They are eager to capitalise on your mistakes especially when you pott your sour foot in the mouth, let alone shooting on your foot or worse still your head. Use your rational hat all the time. I suggest throw away or donate to the museums the emotional hats.&lt;br /&gt;7. Rakyat still need the development but in a way not to burden them. The development should improve the quality of their life and their families too nowand also the future. The spiritual development should also not be neglected.  The cycle of poverty has to be discontinued and dismantled. Do good things and remove bad things. Then we are ready to move on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;8. People will be watching and give their support if you deserve them. They will be more crtical knowing that you know better than imitate those BN guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, it will be lessons well learned if the newly elected BR representatives start looking at the Truths (the list was not exhaustive) rather than being buoyed by the Myths. Otherwise BR would be = BN and come the 13th GE, you know where you will be as part of history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of Luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-3431865554006079477?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3431865554006079477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=3431865554006079477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3431865554006079477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/3431865554006079477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/facts-myths-truths.html' title='The Facts, The Myths &amp; The Truths'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-716742679034987291</id><published>2008-03-13T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:36:39.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>The Practice</title><content type='html'>Since I had the chance to watch The Firm, a movie based on Grisham's title, anything on legal drama excites me. So, when The Practice made to this shore's airwaves, it was very refreshing indeed. So hooked I was, my Wednesday night was never the same again. Its The Practice night. I tried to avoid anything on the night so that I could settle in front of the small screen watching Bobby O'Donnel, Lindsay, Eleanor, Eugene, Jimmy locked horns with the prosecutors in the court rooms and some times in other rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that amazed me was to see how passionate the actors were in delivering their lines. Of course the scripts and storylines were consistently excellent. At times Bobby tried too hard it became less real. Lindsay was the emotional one though she was very good as a lawyer. Jimmy was always the quiet one. It was a sad case for Jimmy who seemed to be not up to the mark as compared to the others being the partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry between the characters was well planned especially with Bobby, being the main character. Indeed it was another successful drama portraying part of American way of life. A few judges were simply outstanding. I learned a lot from these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad that the series had to end.....though another excellent series took over... Boston Legal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-716742679034987291?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/716742679034987291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=716742679034987291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/716742679034987291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/716742679034987291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/practice.html' title='The Practice'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-8665882354850161404</id><published>2008-03-10T07:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:38:44.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>Khaled Hosseini was really magnificient in authoring the book. It may be his first published but the balance between fiction and reality was so even they could have been separated by a strand of hair split into seven parts. If ever that was, I did not realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was a good learn on Afghanistan. The sdie which I did not know before. It is hard to phatom why but it was definitely not impossible to undertstand. Taliban was perhaps undone by overzealousness in moving from one end to another side it ended being too extreme. It was when man behaves worst than animals. In the end justice prevail, never mind how. One thing is clear, the afghans had a jolly good time like many other places in the world before they were befallen by their onw-made calamities. Not only once or twice but .... many times over. Perhaps the root is clear - they strayed from the Right Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Khaled Hosseini! I shall be looking for your next one...A Thousand Splendid Suns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-8665882354850161404?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8665882354850161404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=8665882354850161404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8665882354850161404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/8665882354850161404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/kite-runner-epilogue.html' title='The Kite Runner - Epilogue'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7058013062141097443</id><published>2008-03-10T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:29:14.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>Baba did his last task for Amir. Their life changed with Soraya's presence. It was the most beautiful period for Amir in spite of the grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon faced another challenge. But non-too serious until the call from Rahim Khan. The second phase of the journey towards discovery and redemption began. It was a process that Amir had to go through. He soon learned what I have thought all along. All the reasons between him and Baba. The missing links and the dotted lines with Ali and Hassan. There was Farid and his family. The true value of honoring a guest. The revisit, the despicable finding and the deadliest encounter. Sohrab the saviour. The trust and betrayal one after another. The determination, the ultimate price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return journey, hope, acceptance and more pain. The patience and the unfailing effort to make it happen. The search for happiness from an empty space. The unspoken love. Finally the rise of a new hope for being a Kite Runner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7058013062141097443?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7058013062141097443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7058013062141097443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7058013062141097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7058013062141097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/kite-runner-part-5.html' title='The Kite Runner (Part 5)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-601452086122600126</id><published>2008-03-09T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:17:37.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn</title><content type='html'>What a momentous day it was, yesterday- 090308- It was energy sapped day and evening. It was like once in fifty years occasion. But it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see it coming but not to this extent. It is indeed a very heavy price to pay for selfish, self centred, ignorance and arrogance. It was bitter to those who had to swallow the pills. Gone were the pride, image, self value. It would be even worst. It is not the end to some but it should be a new start to the othere. A new start for humility, humbleness, genuine, sincerity and all the good values one could think of. The people spoke and it was in no uncertain term. The message was clear - dont take us for granted; dont think we are stupid; dont think we are blind; and dont dare us too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the new beginning it should be for the better of the nation and the people. Then only the word could ring true - by the pople for the people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Do it Even Better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-601452086122600126?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/601452086122600126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=601452086122600126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/601452086122600126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/601452086122600126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-dawn.html' title='A New Dawn'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-390641359110189394</id><published>2008-03-06T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:11:54.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Its Not Politics!</title><content type='html'>With cricket not being a popular sport in Malaysia, nobody would know much about its not cricket! So, what is it, when its not politics? With a day or so before the campaign blackout many people are showing their true colours. Those who openly declared being politicians of course have no problem dealing with anything politics. But what about others like lecturers, ceos, ngos, artists? This is like an open season for them. To me these people are opportunits who just want to 'bodek'. Poor souls! They thought other people are so naive like them. Of course politicians being the mother of opportunists will not hesitate to grab the fruits of other people's labour. But do not put too much hope that they will reciprocate in deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the campaign everybody wanted to be a gentleman - some even said not to get emotional and don't attack personal. How noble! Of course its the principles and policy that should get the attention. Unfortunately most politicians and political parties in this country are never professional persons and groups. So, the home stretch is full of one sided personal attacks. Pots calling kettles black! How pathetic. A few of these people were really failed politicians. They were so nice or naive to become a politician withouit knowing really what was waiting for them. They could not face and handle the situations and tried to find scapegoats. They never see that they were also different when they were in politics. As if it is a big sin if a politician change his/her views on the world as he/she matures and as the world getting older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another often used line for most politicians especially the incumbents is that they still have works to do after may be the last two or even three terms! What a lot of bull! They now have more plans than the previous term. Why didn't they do it then? Its always like things will be better, greater and whatever comes the next chance. In fact these people should be given the boot, first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, its not politics. Rather it is full of hate, hatred, jelousy, revenge et al. It is no longer a fair game when the rules are changed when the game is in progress. The goal post moves sideways or even upwards. The penalty box becomes smaller and you can't score from outside the box. I really do hope something better will come out of this GE. 9th March 2008 should bring along a new dawn, however one wants to interprate it. Otherwise there will never be another good opportunity forMalaysia to be a great nation once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need the Change &amp;amp; Lets Do It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-390641359110189394?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/390641359110189394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=390641359110189394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/390641359110189394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/390641359110189394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-politics.html' title='Its Not Politics!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-367627269101496224</id><published>2008-03-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:07:27.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Its Not Cricket!</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was studying in the land down under, cricket was almost a religion to Aussies. Summer is not complete without cricket, so much so, an international cricket game could become a carnival. Because of this, a smart alex (by the name of Kerry Packer) came up with an idea of a limited over game whereby each side has 50 overs to bowl and the same to score provided the team can last that long. The game is palyed and completed within a day i.e. 8 hours!. With it came the so called - colourful uniforms. These two elements put One Day cricket in stark contrast to Test Cricket whereby a team has two innings to score as many runs and bowled as many overs within five days. The purists called this One Dayer game as a pyjama game. Later one the One Dayers were also played as a Day and night game - one side bats after lunch to dinner then the other bats after dinner til supper. The Aussies were supposed to be good at the game introduced by the British that they could not face defeat gentlemanly. Their main rivals in those days were England (The Poms) and New Zealand (Kiwis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in one of those critical game when Australia had to win facing the Kiwis the match came to the last ball of the inning. Australia needed to take one wicket to win and New Zealand needed to score, if I am not mistaken, six runs to win. Of course under normal circumstances a batsman could smash the ball bowled to him over the fence without hitting the ground to score six runs. Once the ball touches the ground, even if it passed the fence, only four runs can be recorded. The Australian Captain at the time was Greg Chappell while the bowler was Trevor Chappell, the youngest of the Chappell brothers representing Australia in cricket. At that time, everybody was anxious because waiting at the other end to face the ball was Kiwi's allrounder and distinguished bowler, Sir Richard Hadlee. A perfect gentleman til the end. Anything was possible with Hadlee although the chances was at best 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mini conference in the middle of the field between Greg, Trevor and Kim Hughes, the deputy to Greg. Fielders positions were adjusted. Everybody was expecting Trevor to bowl the best ball that would not allow Richrad to score six. Perhaps a yorker! But, to everyone's surprise, he moved slowly towards the bowling line and bowl the ball underarm - just like playing a lawn bowl and the ten pin bowl. Of course nobody would have a chance to hit the ball for a four, let alone a sixer! As I said, being a gentleman he was, Sir Richard blocked the ball with his bat in disgust! Everybody was like speechless. So the next morning the headlines were obvious - Its not cricket! Just like that, another phrase was created. In short when you dont play according to the rules and norms, its just not cricket! By the way, it was later clarified that Trevor did not break any rule of the game i.e. the bowl was legitimate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-367627269101496224?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/367627269101496224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=367627269101496224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/367627269101496224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/367627269101496224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-cricket.html' title='Its Not Cricket!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4546293076342170448</id><published>2008-03-05T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:23:11.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Amir in the new world of America. Indeed the unseen bond of love between Amir and his Baba was never more evident although not said in as many words, while they started their lives in the new world. Being together through ups and downs, suddenly Amir has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hardship became more apparent. Amir suddenly realised his dependent on Baba was not going forever. It will come to an end soonest. But still he was fortunate to at least get the message early. It gave him opportunity to do what he ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at the cross road. The infatuation with Soraya. Love at the first sight! But then again people never learned. Even under those trying circumstances Nang and Namoos never fade. Honor and Pride where class matters. It is another journey for Amir. A journey full ofchalleneges which he should be determined to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4546293076342170448?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4546293076342170448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4546293076342170448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4546293076342170448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4546293076342170448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/kite-runner-part-4.html' title='The Kite Runner (Part 4)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-1247875051256036382</id><published>2008-03-05T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:16:39.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>What a turning point for Amir! Poor chap! However this was a journey full of discovery. Shocking may not be the right word. It was unimaginable. It was pathetic. But perhaps that was also the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey which many would have taken for granted in peace time became a journey of pain, sadness, and disappointment. But that was the mould that Amir had to be in so that, hopefully he would come out tougher than ever - meeting Baba's expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would come to a new World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-1247875051256036382?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1247875051256036382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=1247875051256036382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1247875051256036382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/1247875051256036382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/03/kite-runner-part-3.html' title='The Kite Runner (Part 3)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-333421730515553172</id><published>2008-02-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:03:54.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Things were beginning to happen. I tgought Amir was a very intelligent boy belied his age. So too Hassan. Of course they did not really understand the meaning of what they did. How could they, being so young? Yet, that was the beauty of it all. It was the manifestation of honesty, trust, loyalty in the most genuine manner. It was so realistic and balanced. No over drama, over acting or what. It was almost like a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Hassan to stand up for Amir no matter what, was indeed the value of innocence. For Hassan, it was probably an honour for him to act in that manner. Just like a soldier willing to put his or her life in defence and in honour of the beloved country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Amir, the betrayal to Hassan's loyalty was a price he had to pay..perhaps for the rest of his life. His insomnia cannot be traded with money that his Baba had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a peek to the life of the rich in post trouble Afghanistan. Perhaps considering whisky as chai or gahwa was only a tip of the iceberg of the rich and famous. When Islam was mocked by people like Baba or for that matter even Rahim Khan, could we simply blame the Taliban?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, it was really touching and moving. I cant wait to discover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-333421730515553172?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/333421730515553172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=333421730515553172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/333421730515553172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/333421730515553172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/kite-runner-part-2.html' title='The Kite Runner (Part 2)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-6271741712256549552</id><published>2008-02-25T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:48:42.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Indeed it was a very hectic week. However, the weekend was an experience hard to forget. Why not, it was like a dream comes true, though not many were aware of the significance. I was with a big group spending time at an island resort. Ofcourse it was originally all about work. So, worked we did! But, alas! The leader had something else in mind. Work was not all that occupied his grey matter. He had other plans in place. Only he did not disclose to spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a worthy effort preparing for the event. The journey was also interesting. It was even better the return journey. The greetings from the gang on arrival was simply magnificient. They were all ready. The eldest with a home cook a'la Jaime Oliver - lemon laced oven roast chicken that comes with the necessities. Dinner was simple yet meaningful. The second one came up with something from the internet or book or whatever. But it was really tasty - strawberry yoghurt! And refreshing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top that up, the cards and the wrappers had to be attended to. Mmmmm, apparently my girls thot I was too typical. A few colour shirts come my way to step out of the ordinary! And of course The Mug....To all, with all my love, thank you very much! It was indeed a memorable milestone when u have all these happenings on your birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-6271741712256549552?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6271741712256549552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=6271741712256549552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6271741712256549552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/6271741712256549552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-4697769954969233017</id><published>2008-02-21T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:27:25.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Exceptional Day</title><content type='html'>It was indeed and exceptional day for me. I receievd a friend as a visitor to my office after a period of about 8 months not being together. He was one of my buddies...for teh tarik, thosai or whatever. He was a guy who has lived his life to the max. He was a friend who is ever willing to oblige to others around him for whatever reason. In many instances I knew, he was hard done by. But he only confided rather than complained. He was a very happy man and only happiness surrounded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was until about 7 months ago. He suffered a mild stroke. The day I got to know about it, I rushed to the Hospital where he was being treated. Alas, he was discharged that very morning. Then I was told he was recuperating at home and preferred a quiet time. I would understand. My text was not answered. So, I gave him moretime. Then the second attack. It was worst. I kept in touch through his office - the boss was his best buddy. He went through emotional fluctuation, I was told. At the risk of aggravating his suffering I hold back. I knew he would not be able to hold back anything the moment we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was told by my assistance that he was seeking an appointment with me! Whoa...yes I will be available whenever he is. So the day came. From a healthy man, he is now bigger in spirit than in person. I expected that he would be affected by the strokes but seeing is believeing. As I said, I was not used to seeing him in this situation. He could not come up to my office with a few flights of staircase. I came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see him and even happier to see him happy. We traded jokes as usual, sharing his experience the past seven months. Even in that situation he kept coming back to talking about works in the office which I told him not too worry so much. It was so much fun. It was one of the best days in my working life, in the office. His wife told me how he was looking forward to the trip - 45 minutes one way from his house - and made her to get the best pair of trouser and shirt. He has been asking her to take him to see me many times. I was touched and moved. It was a time for so many lessons. I will have to go back and peel off layer by layer. Anyway, R, please know that you are never forgotten. You will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong person. I pray that you will only get better. After one and half hours, it was time for him to get his rest - after all he skipped his schedule appointment and treatment for the day. We shook hands many times. I took him and sat him in the car. After the last touch he did look at my face. I knew he was happy but also sad. So did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an Exceptional Day -20022008. If ever there was a wish, it would be for his speedy recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-4697769954969233017?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4697769954969233017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=4697769954969233017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4697769954969233017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/4697769954969233017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/exceptional-day.html' title='Exceptional Day'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-7544075238900852260</id><published>2008-02-17T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:20:26.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Love (1)</title><content type='html'>What is love, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about it since many people just celebrated 14th February. The date when lovers are supposed to act out of lve for the loved ones. I bet most of them do not have even a good clue what love is all about. Let alone the true meaning of loving. So, I'm going to throw a challenge to those who can see - though not necessarily agree - my perspective of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Microsoft Words Thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE = affection (n.), adoration, friendship, tenderness, feeling, fondness, devotion, ardor&lt;br /&gt;            = feel affection for (v.) adore, worship, be in love with, be devoted to, care for, find&lt;br /&gt;               irresistible, be keen on, be fond of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-7544075238900852260?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7544075238900852260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=7544075238900852260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7544075238900852260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/7544075238900852260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-1.html' title='Love (1)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-79248797362296192</id><published>2008-02-17T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:09:26.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Came across this title a few weeks ago. Sounds like a good read i.e. good story with interesting expression. Finally got it as a gift from one of my daughters...the author was Khaled Hosseini.. Its supposed to be based on his life experience way back in 1975 and before, in Afghanistan. I was sort of attracted to the title...to me...it is like saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' When floating in the air does not really mean total freedom.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how it satrted...well I have just finished a few pages anyway.... Amir, Hassan, Baba &amp;amp; Ali are the main characters. I somehow managed to visualise and feel the setting. Perhaps it was not much different from the setting where I grew up in about the same time frame. Of course Amir had a better physical surrounding than me and I would probably had better ones than Hassan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Amir and Hassan lost their mothers almost immediately after they were born though due to different reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaled must have been a very creative person; he managed to balance between now and the flashback years; at least up to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could continue sharing my reading experience here...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-79248797362296192?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/79248797362296192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=79248797362296192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/79248797362296192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/79248797362296192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/kite-runner-part-1.html' title='The Kite Runner (Part 1)'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2336342500600662212</id><published>2008-02-12T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:28:39.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>More Minuses than PLUS</title><content type='html'>About a year ago I wrote on this same matter regarding traffic management during festive seasons to reduce possible congestions on the (PLUS) highway and the Federal Highway. PLUS then responded that they took note of the issues and had instituted measures to prevent such a situation. I am not sure how effective these measures were during the festive seasons upto the first day of Chniese New Year, last Thursday when I had first hand experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there will be more vehicles on the road but on that particular morning when I was travelling from Kuala Lumpur to Ipoh the following were observed and experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. No proper and adequate traffic management initiatives was visible. Two lanes were open along the upgraded section between Sg Buloh and Tapah. The third lane though has been completed was not in use. Flexible posts were erected to demarcate the boundary between that third lane and the other lane in use. Unfortunately, there were some mindless road users who chosed to drive thru the lane, not only creating danger to other users but creating more bottlenecks further ahead when there was any obstruction. There was nobody monitoring or controlling this blatant breach of traffic rules. It was almost who dares win. Sad to say, most of the offenders were those driving MPV, SUV and big vehicles. Then, somewhere along the same stretch a contra flow lane was opened along the southbound lane. Hence there were 'four' lanes for the northbound traffic. One would have thought that traffic would flow smoothly. Unfortunately it didn't. The reason? Both the contra flow lane and the 'unofficial/emergency' lane merged to the two operational lanes at the same location. So, obviously a severe bottleneck was created. Only one guy, probably a labourer was trying to direct the traffic or rather to 'civilize' the drivers. How could that be possible if PLUS had spent more time with scenario planning? I am sure this simple matter need no Angkasawan standard to figure it out. As a result of this omission (or minus) on PLUS's side how many users were inconvenienced, let alone those who missed appointments since it took at least two additional hours to get to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 1-800 PLUS line is displayed everywhere along the highway, on the toll tickets and everywhere else deemed relevant to the PLUS. It was supposed to be the contact point for people wanting information on situation along the highway. For instance, with better information, one could come up with another plan like exiting at the next point. It was most regretful that my calls went unaswered for the best part of the period I was stuck in the jam. It was almost one hour between 10.30 nad 11.30 am. I was indeed in real need of a service from PLUS. But where are they? It is a pity for every PLUS highway users to be put into this kind of predicament yet still having to pay the same amount for toll at the end of the highway. No wonder they keep making money. Can't PLUS spend some thot to have a better management system at the control or call centre? Whatever the reason offered, it is really an excuse. If they had to attend many calls at the same time, can't they come up with a better telephony which can put the callers in queue and to be attended to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As an alternative, I made a few calls to the Bukit Aman traffic control centre. What a surprise! Every call was attended to promptly with a lot of smile. Syabas to Kpl Roslan and the team! Although their resources are also limited i.e. relying on information provided by their field team, which incidently consisted of one peronda and a helicopter, at least they rendered better service than the other party, at least from my experience on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, being the operator of the main trunk access from North to South of the Peninsular, PLUS should do more and better. I dont think they would require a lot of money to get this done. Even if they do, it will be not much compared to the amount collected during the festive period. Further more, PLUS would have nothing to lose but everything to gain while at the same time playing a role of a good corporate citizen contributing to the social well being of all Malaysians or at least those highway users. An effective and efficient traffic management would result in stress free trips especially when those trips are to improve family relationships and friendships among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my earnest hope that those in authority including the Majlis Keselamatan Jalanraya, Jabatan Kerja Raya, Polis Di Raja Malaysia could work together with PLUS and other relevant local authorities to come up with a comprehensive traffic management plan before the next festive or holiday seasons. This would definitely further enhance our domestic tourism industry because judging by the increasing number of vehicles already on the road/highway and with more to come on stream, the upgraded PLUS Highway alone would not guarantee a better travelling experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2336342500600662212?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2336342500600662212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2336342500600662212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2336342500600662212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2336342500600662212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-minuses-than-plus.html' title='More Minuses than PLUS'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-5418854308309362893</id><published>2008-02-09T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:15:50.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Service?...Excuse me!</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why there is a service tax item in your bills, especially those you get from a food outlet? How do you define service in this regard? Does it mean taking you to your table, take an order from you and then send you your order? Does it include creating an atmosphere of relax so that you could really forget other things and focus your attention to the food or whatever else you want to do while at the table? Does it mean you, as the served would be free of any irritant while at the table? After all you are paying for the food which is supposed to include all the costs associated with getting the materials from d farm to your plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know really. I mean whether those people in the service industry do understand what service means. You can carry out your own test. My experience most of the times suggest that many of them including those foreign based franchise outlets do not really have a clue what service means. To them (their employees anyway) you are seved once your food is delivered to the table. It does not matter if it is delivered late, if it is delivered in a rough manner, if the food is less than tasty, if the plates or cups or glasses give an indication of less hygiene....I could go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to the following situations then you see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open 8.00 am to 12.00 midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on your way to a morning meeting and saw this outlet with a breakfast package and thot why not get a cup of piping hot coffee and a piece of donut. You peeped through the glass walls and saw movements in there. It is 8.10am. You are lucky. The breakfast must be ready now. You walked in and tried to place an order. Lo and behold....coffee is not ready, donut is still in the freezer or something! You inquired. Ohh...its not yet ready, we don't usually get customers before 8.30. Then why the hell telling people you are open from 8.00 am? To me 8.10 am is well after 8.00 am and should be ready to serve. So, is it false advertsing, misleading information or simply cheating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are supposed to serve at 8.00 am then you should make every effort to be ready by then. Whether people will walk in then or later is not your concern. Your concern should be what if a non-regular customer needs a cup of coffee at 8.00 am? I wonder whether the decision maker of that oragnisation is aware of such 'service'. I hope they do before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sorry, We missed your order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally decided to settle for some food in the outlet. You went thru the menu, rattled out the orders and waited. Its six of you making the orders which was repeated well and clear. So, 5 of the entree' were delivered. The sixth one did not come and you have to inquire. To get the attention of those people is another task. They are always moving around keeping themselves busy but never see your hand trying to attract attention. Then the main dishes are delivered, together with the sixth entree'. No common sense! How is it supposed to be eaten? Then you realised only 5 main dishes arrived. What happened to the other one? Ohh...let us check out. Mm..turned out there was no order? How come? It was read out by your waitress? Sorry we mixed the order.........So, how are you supposed to feel? Would they compensate with a discount? Not in a million years! Would they waive the service tax? You bet... Then you saw a customer feedback form that comes together with the bill. You filled up and handed over. Do you think they will come back to you, even though you left all your e-mail, phone contacts? I'm still waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more examples or real life experience on this; like, sorry we don't have this tonite/today, we run out of something...... Why then would you not shown on d menu, or at least inform us while handing out the menu before we even think of placing an order? Where is the responsibility to the customers? What? Customer Service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, we have a long way to go to really live up to the real meaning of service, which should be distinguished from doing what is expected. Service to me is things done in a better than expected way, when its least expected but badly needed. It is beyond expectation, the extra mile, whatever that can be deemed. At the end of that, the serviced would have not even an iota of dissatisfaction but the happiness is written all over the face...then the service would be well rendered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-5418854308309362893?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5418854308309362893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=5418854308309362893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5418854308309362893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5418854308309362893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/serviceexcuse-me.html' title='Service?...Excuse me!'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-5857432041976291545</id><published>2008-02-09T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:29:55.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Looking For Love...</title><content type='html'>Love is one of the most interesting four letter word in the life of mankind. It can be the most interesting situation given the right times and circumstances. It can also be the most painful reminder at other times and circumstances. Does Love has real value or is it the most overrated virtue? I don't really have the answer...I leave to you to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was at a food court in a major shopping mall the other day with my other half and our 'Huggie' boy. We settled down at a table to quench our thirst after a round of routine aisle surveying. My hearing and subsequently sight was drawn to a golden couple almost dragging their feet moving between the food counters. Looked like they were trying to decide which counter to patronise and how to get get their food. Suddenly it came to my mind, did this couple come alone, or were they following someone? Most often than not this group of people would not venture to this place on their own. They would have been with a group who are most likely their extended family (read like their kid's family). If so, then why would they be allowed to wonder about and struggle in this kind of situation. Would it not be better if those in d group took them around and show them what foods are available and let them decide? Then why not bring them to a table to wait for the order to be served....it is a self-service area but I'm quite sure someone in the group could do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble with me is that my gut feeling always point to something. True enough, after watching the gradma struggling with the order my eyes trailed her to a table where the grandpa was already seated. Apart from him, there were a man and a woman enjoying their meals like there would be no tomorrow, oblivious to the plight of the two elderly people. Perhaps they were not supposed to bother or care! I do not know what were the relationships between the four but I could almost guess. I almost had tears in my eyes and kept thinking how could this happen? Is there no more love between the young and the old? I can almost be sure that love is never lost from the old to the young...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it was almost cruel to say the least. I did not know what I could have done but looking at my boy's eyes hoping that he would not ever repeat what the young man and woman did to the golden couple. I am sure the golden couple never minded what's done unto them..perhaps it is normal to them. Perhaps they were thankful enough to be brought to this place although it put them out of it...Perhaps they never thought or expected to be treated other wise. Perhaps they never knew that in the twilight of their years, they were actually looking for love.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do not do unto others what you do not want done unto you'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-5857432041976291545?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5857432041976291545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=5857432041976291545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5857432041976291545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/5857432041976291545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-for-love.html' title='Looking For Love...'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-2402962983871361428</id><published>2008-02-07T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:37:30.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Continuance</title><content type='html'>After a long lapse I am now ready to resume the observation...Hopefully it will be most interesting considering the state most people are in now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed there have been too many things/events overtaking one another. D'contrarian is the reflection of things that are not in line with the main stream, looking from different angles, looking at a glass half empty rather than half full, which is probably rare these days, as rare as one would find a White Eagle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...White Eagle will soar and has the widest persepctive yet only the less seen would be the target.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-2402962983871361428?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2402962983871361428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=2402962983871361428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2402962983871361428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/2402962983871361428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/continuance.html' title='Continuance'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-114699949928629222</id><published>2006-05-07T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:35:09.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Oh! What a day...another day when there are so much to see and say. There is always two sides to a coin. Flip it with a 50-50 chance. So they say. One side is always the opposite of the other, I mean if one side faces up, then the other faces down. But overall, you would need both side to make the coin valuable. How could you just want only one side? Does not make much sense. I guess, the same with life.....you cannot just like one aspect, well you can but you cant just run away from the other aspect(s) which you do not like, let alone hate it. You will have to carry them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned how some people will always like only one side of a coin, trying very hard to ignore the fact that in real life one will have to deal with both sides of a coin, regardless. So, I am sure there is no effect to the coin, but those people will not besatisfied, resulting in slef inflicted pressure, depression and whatever that is meant to the others but unfortunately come back to them, just like a boomerang returning to its base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walla....there will always be an interesting observation, so long the one does not stay still watching the grass grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-114699949928629222?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114699949928629222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=114699949928629222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/114699949928629222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/114699949928629222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/dcontrarian.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27642538.post-114692936945457691</id><published>2006-05-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:29:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Hello! This is my first attempt as a new blogger. As the title suggests, this spot will offer my observation on life both as a professional and as a layman wondering where I will be the day after today. The locality of this observation will be 'Bumi Malaysia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, sometimes it is amazing to see how things evolve around us contrary to popular beliefs. But that is life. Nothing is so simple as it seems to be. Yet, time and again human will step onto the same path forgetting that what goes around comes around. Boomerang will always return to its base. So how do we move forward being a contrarian? Can being a contrarian mean a better life than being a conventional?  But then again as we see so many conventional things lead human to the wrong route or path, could the answer to how to come back to the right route which could ensure eternal success lie in being contrarians.......?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27642538-114692936945457691?l=dcontrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114692936945457691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27642538&amp;postID=114692936945457691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/114692936945457691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27642538/posts/default/114692936945457691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcontrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>White Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15155048338663002418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
