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All I’m saying is simply this, that all life is interrelated, that somehow we’re caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason, I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.

– Martin Luther King Jr

In a network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny… wow. He’s saying we’re all in this journey called life, together and to be at my A game, I need you to be in your A game. Martin Luther King Junior – what a man huh?

Why dont we have more people who think and write like this?

Gillard and Bowen dealing with Ogres and Thieves from Malaysia


The deal being negotiated between Australia and Malaysia to process asylum seekers, is of considerable current interest. Last night we caught parts of the SBS Dateline program, with a story titled “Welcome to Malaysia”.

It really brought back very interesting memories.

For a start, we are reminded of how bloody minded ordinary Malaysians entrusted with a little bit of authority, can turn out to be. RELA officers decked out in military styled uniform are given free rein to terrorise ordinary man on the street. They’d pound on the door of citizens in the middle of the night, demanding to see your passport. They’d make you squat on walkways before hauling truckloads back to their headquarters for a long night of abuse.

In my past life, I have sat in the office of a police chief and hear him say to his subordinates “let them die”, referring to suspects being rounded up for anything you can imagine. Anyone who is an easy target – drug addicts, petty criminals and illegal immigrants – are easy game to these officers, be they police of militia personnel like RELA thugs. They’d detain, extort, abuse and exert their puny warden mentality to its full extent.

The drug addicts, petty criminals and illegal immigrants are not human beings in the eyes of these twerps. To these cowards and bullies, the drug addicts, petty criminals and illegal immigrants are vermin with money to steal from. If they are female, sexual crimes commonly follow. I have seen RELA personnel rounding these people up like they are herds of cattle.

Theresa recoiled when scenes of food being served came up. The illegal immigrants, squatting in the barb wired compounds, are served dirty rice and slivers of meats caked with grime, on trays which have never been washed. A detainee held up a tray to the camera and scraped off filthy grime and said the food was foul and stank.

The man tasked with looking after the illegal immigrant issue knew absolutely nothing. He looked and sounded exactly like your typical UMNO idiot who managed to become a deputy minister because those who appointed him are equally stupid. People like them abuse the ordinary people, steal from them, caused the most horrendous hardship on so many without batting an eyelid and then go to the mosque to pray and complain about opposition politicians committing sexual indiscretions.

The story on SBS Dateline certainly brought back memories, and reminded me why we left Malaysia. What that program showed was only a tip of the iceberg and it affected not just the less fortunate people. The mentality, attitude and value system of the powers that be cause unfortunate effect which was different to what the program showed, only in its degree and intensity. Why on earth is Julia Gillard and Chris Bowen even talking to this mob?

View the program here: http://www.sbs.com.au/dateline/story/about/id/601146/n/Welcome-to-Malaysia

Day Out


A colleague was working on a case which was potentially curly. The team had wanted to set out a consistent approach in terms of treatment of similar cases but sometimes – often in fact – so much depends on the facts of a particular case. A site visit was thought useful to verify certain factual situations and to put documented facts in perspective.

I was asked to come along for the visit. I guess it is part familiarization with site visit procedures but also good control to have more than just the one person on site visits.

So yesterday this colleague and I set out for the property in question. It was located at the start of the Great Ocean Road and it was going to take us about an hour and a half to get there.

We were at the Finance department early on to pick up the car keys and look for the necessary paper work. We then headed down to the basement where the cars were, and I was pleasantly surprised to note that the Office has a fleet of the Toyota Camry Hybrid. My colleague was even more of a novice in these things than yours truly. He pushed the power button on and then the both of us just sat in the car for a while, wondering if he had done all the right thing, as the car was so quiet we thought nothing was happening.

We finally pulled out of the parking space and made our way past the five floors underground to emerge out of the belly of the complex, onto Bourke Street, after going past 3 boom gates. Soon the wet morning pushed on and it was belting down. While waiting for the lights on Flinders Street, we thought the engine had died on us, so quiet was the thing. It felt like it had powered down to a safe mode of sorts but when my colleague engaged the gear back to drive it took off again. Soon I was fiddling around with the radio and after about 5 minutes of talk back radio on 3AW, I switched channel to an FM music channel – I think it was either Classic Rock on 104.3 or Vega on 91.5. My colleague lighted up noticeably – he must have thought me an old man, what was I doing listening to Neil Mitchell on a drive out to the Great Ocean Road.

We were soon out of the city and on the Westgate, heading towards Geelong and beyond. It was still belting down – the rain was tropical. Still, it beats being cooped up in the office so we enjoyed the ride.

At the property my colleague talked to the clients while I took some pictures. It was a basic Canon SLR model. Thanks to my (very) modest self education on these toys, I could handle the thing ok and my colleague and our boss was fairly pleased with the outcome of my photographic efforts and they sort of spoke the thousands of words the report needed to attend to the clients’ file.

We got back around 1.30pm after stopping in town for coffee and a very good apple and rhubarb cake (it was labeled as a fancy pastry with some French name but it was a cake to me). I told my colleague this morning I think I have an idea for a day trip this coming Easter long weekend. I think he had the same idea.

Regards,Ian

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Malaysia’s Ever Growing Cesspool


Just caught up with some Malaysian news and frankly, I am embarrassed by it all. I thought Gillard and Abbot were disappointing but the make-up, the mentality, the tools, the whole cesspool of a pig sty in which Malaysian politics dwell is revolting. The press – what is it doing by playing along? It should just pull up stumps and focus its pages and airwaves on anything but politics. Is there no hope for Malaysia?



Leave Malaysia If You Can


Someone emailed me this letter I wrote to Malaysiakini more than 3 years ago:

Leaving Malaysia because I had to
Ian Teh | Feb 10, 06 2:18pm

MCPX
Smita Elena Sharma may have re-affirmed what many Malaysians have experienced for so long. My family and I left Malaysia more than a year ago. Smita was right – we left Malaysia reluctantly, especially me. My wife and I had well-paid jobs, were debt-free and had only one child. We had great friends, wonderful relatives and a strong network of social circles to make life a thoroughly enjoyable journey. We could see however, that it was a fast eroding paradise.

Our employers were successful only because of political patronage. Our child remained a second-class citizen as far as education was concerned, and this was going to be only the first of many more discriminations to come. The public institutions could not be relied upon to do the right things. In fact, few bothered with doing the right thing. Malaysian society was disintegrating because the leadership was distracted in all sorts of ways.
We have been here in Melbourne, Australia for more than a year now. We had to start all over again. Re-build our careers. Start new relationships. Find and build our home. We bump into Malaysians all the time. They are all here for the same reason – to give their future generations a fairer go. They are here to raise their children in a place where work ethics, intelligence and industry count for more than skin colour and political patronage. They are here where wrongdoings are highlighted and challenged and their perpetrators are put under the spotlight. They are here to give and take in a fair exchange.

Do we miss anything in Malaysia? Absolutely. We miss our family and friends. We miss, just as Smita wrote, the wonderful food. We miss the familiarity our previous home gave us. We were reluctant leavers.

Yet we were a lot more fortunate than many. Poor Malaysian’s Emigration not an option, stuck here for example, rightly pointed out that many simply can’t leave. Traditional destinations are not open to them as they don’t meet the criteria. There are also many who, by default, remain in Malaysia. They cannot bear to sacrifice the life they have in Malaysia. Lifestyles many more times more opulent than the one my family and I enjoyed.

Some of these people have accused us of running away. Some say we are armed and equipped to fight for the less fortunate in Malaysia, to help bring about a more just and equitable country. By running away, so we have been accused, we have not discharged our moral responsibility to help bring about this change.
YMM in his letter Not giving up hope on Malaysia echoes this tune. It is an admirable tune. I hope one day it becomes a battle cry to bring down this racial and religious barricade. Such lofty aspirations were mine too, some 15 years ago. When I first returned to Malaysia after studying in Australia, I vowed not to follow the steps of those who left the country. I decided to stay and make Malaysia my home, and try to make it a better home for my fellow Malaysians as well.

Soon however, this decision was faced with the harsh reality of being a victim of discrimination. Let us not mince words, the vast majority if not all of us who are not bumiputeras are victims of discrimination. We put up with being victims because the scraps are always enough to fill our coffers.
In spite of such discrimination, most stayed on because there is money to be made. It wasn’t to fight for equality that those who could leave decided not to. It was the fact that there was material wealth to be accumulated and it was also due to inertia. Our lives have simply continued without us pausing to think and plan ahead and, if necessary, make major changes. If we do, I cannot imagine anyone seriously believing that Malaysia offers a better chance of a better future for our children than many other countries.

The one thing which would swing my assessment is the total abolishment of the current pro-bumiputera policies, in toto. I don’t see this happening, no matter what I do. Was it I who tucked tail and left, or have those who, recognising such a change would not come about, be the ones who tucked tail in remaining?

I decided I had not put up a sufficient fight after 15 years. I decided I was not about to spend another 15 years trying, while my child foregoes an opportunity to go and fight her battles elsewhere, where there is a fairer go for her.

Do I miss Malaysia? Only the people there. My family, relatives and friends. I remain a reluctant leaver. There are many things we do in life not because we want to, but because we need to. Leaving Malaysia was one of them.

Malaysia Loses – More Brain Drain


Last Saturday we had dinner in Alex and Li Har’s home with a family who arrived as migrants just a week earlier. This family represents a classic case of brain drain that has been plaguing Malaysia. The man is a neurologist and his wife is a dental surgeon.

The wife was offered a job back in April, with the RoyalDentalHospital in Melbourne. She had to ask for a later start as they weren’t ready to leave Malaysia in April. The man was also offered a job with the Footscray Health Group. He is contemplating holding out for a role closer to home – they live in the eastern suburbs and in any event Footscray isn’t exactly the sort of suburb you’d want to work odd hours, which will be required of this highly talented doctor.

Also at the dinner was a family with a child suffering from a very rare condition called Alagilles syndrome. While the neurologist did not seem familiar with this condition (it is very rare) he could intimately describe all the attendant symptoms and alternative but consequential treatments in the most coherent and intelligible manner. I can easily picture a patient being totally at ease with a doctor who obviously knows what he is talking about and can easily engage queries without pretending to know everything.

The couple was very engaging but was at the same time, very unassuming and humble. We enjoyed their company and we believe this family (they have 2 bright and very well behaved children) is an indictment on the racist and bigoted government who stupidly, is too happy to see the backs of such people simply because they aren’t Malays. He is only 41 years of age – at the height of a very bright career. Assuming his wife is a touch younger than him, she too has so many years of fantastic service left to offer. Malaysia loses, again, and it doesn’t seem to care.

2012 – Ice Age?


Kiddo and I were channel surfing on Sunday night. We were flipping between Grey’s Anatomy and a documentary on SBS on climate change. It was something about the threat of a coming ice age.
I wasn’t a convinced fan of GA and I often watched it only because Tress and Kiddo seem to like it. On Sunday night however, kiddo actually wanted to watch the documentary on SBS. We were also playing cards at the same time so we weren’t really watching either properly.

We did however catch a footage which said major shifts to herald the next ice age would take place as early as 2012.

2012. That is a mere 4 years away. Just how serious is this threat? I wish we had watched the program more closely. Not that an SBS documentary is necessarily an authoritative spiel on something as controversial as climate change, especially if this one says an ice age is a likely outcome. If leading figures such as Nicolas Stern and his school seriously think we are closer to serious global damage than we previously think, why does the inertia of inaction continue?

There was a recent movie I think, which showed a cold snap so severe the whole world froze in a matter of days. It starred what’s his name – the guy who was my favourite actor for a long time. He was in “Inner Space” with Martin Short, obviously as the leading man. He was also in many other movies including the recent one about the 24-style movie on the assassination of the American President played out repeatedly based on different persons’ views. A bit like Kurosawa’s Rashomon.

The name of that actor just would not come up – you know how it is – it’s back there behind some layers of cells in my brain somewhere but it just refuses to show itself. Anyway, in that movie the climate change caused a severe pressure differential which caused the temperature to plunge. There was a scene about some oceanic temperature monitoring station north of England somewhere and a scientist there was watching a United game. When they realised they were all going to die, they all took out a grand old scotch for a last swill. What a way to go – watching United’s game with a glass of very old scotch.

2012 – that is only 4 years away. Kiddo would only be 18. If she does well over the next few years, she’d be spending the first year in university. If however you know there’s a good chance you’d not survive beyond 18 years old, what would you do? We’re spending our 4th year here in Melbourne – it feels like it wasn’t too long ago when we first got here. That’s how long 4 years is. Sure, because so many things happened in the last 3.5 years it felt like it zipped past pretty quickly and now that we’re settled, it may not feel like that in the next 4 years. It is still, not at all very long to do…

No, it’s not Kevin Costner.

I don’t know what Tress and I would do either. Sometimes it is easier to just go on doing what we do day in and day out. It would be so much more difficult to sit down to plot your remaining days to see what the altered course should be. That’s inertia I suppose. It takes more energy to change something, instead of just maintaining status quo. Surely since life ends at some point anyway and there could well be something within the next 4 years which could end life as we know it (before the ice age hits anyway), why expand energy to change things if we are happy with life as it is now?

It’s Dennis something.

I’d not spend 10+ hours in the office everyday, that’s for sure. I’d come in later and leave earlier. What would I do with the extra time I have? I’d go and spend more time talking to Tress or kiddo or other friends and relatives. I’d have a coffee with someone I know and chat for a whole hour every morning, before coming into the office. I’d also spend the full hour during lunch, and take the time with someone, anyone, to talk and to listen. I’d go back earlier, spend time with kiddo to cook and do things together. I’d give up the cheap wine and drink better ones which I normally reserve for special occasions. Every day would be a special occasion to drink fantastic wine. We’d buy and cook different foods. I’d spend more time reading the Bible and other books about Christianity – if I was going to see God pretty soon, I’d better spend time finding out more about Him.

Not Lillee, Hutchins, Hopper…Dennis something… still not coming…

I’d also fly back to Malaysia to spend time with extended family, starting of course with my mother, my siblings and their families, numerous uncles and aunties, my grandmother and all those other people who meant so much to us in our lives in Malaysia. I’d go away with them and spend days just talking, eating and drinking and helping them prepare to meet our Maker. After weeks or even months, I’d come back to Melbourne and start to spend time with people I had come to know on only very superficial terms. I’d look them up and get to know them more and talk about their preparations for the after life. There is so much to say and do.

Not Sutherland, not Irwin, not Mortimer… Dennis something – still only Dennis something.

Life really has only 1 certainty (taxes can be avoided if you try hard enough) and that is death. That SBS doco suggested 4 years. Really though, it can be anytime, due to any reason.

Quaid! Dennis Quaid – that’s him. Can you blame me for not remembering a name like that? OK maybe I really am old… He was nevertheless, a favourite actor of mine. He’s older now of course and I haven’t watched any of his movies for a couple of years now I think. The last one I watched was the one about him becoming a professional rookie baseball player at an age when most baseball players are contemplating retirement. Some chasing after your dreams sort of a movie, if you know what I mean. He was also in that movie with the ice age onset, where he played the role of the scientist who had a son trapped in a city library and he trekked cross-continental to rescue the son. Yeah he tends to play that sort of heroic roles. I’m not sure I have ever seen him play a villain.

2012 – wow, we need a Don Quixote approach and be philosophical, and maybe a Dennis Quaid style of hope.