Chicken in the slaughter house verses Frogs in the pond

I would like to narrate this story to the children. Two stories are not related but both need a little thinking power.


Once upon a time, there lived a farmer. He had a farm. He reared lots of chicken in his farm. He also had other animals too but the story today is about the chicken. The chicken were well taken care and everyday he gave surplus of food. The chicken were so happy living in his farm. The farmer couldn't be border what chicken were doing in the farm as long as they laid some eggs for him everyday. For a long time it had been going on this way and the farmer had less worry about the chicken because they were the least problematic animal compared to the other animals in the farm. At one time disaster came, the chicken started to fight among themselves over some small matters. Since then the chicken didn't bother to do their duty anymore and this of course annoyed the farmer. After seriously thought about this matter, he decided to slaughter some of the chicken. So he sent the chicken to the slaughter house. But the chicken couldn't predict their future in the slaughter house, they went on fighting. The farmer couldn't tolerate anymore to this nonsense thus he decided to slaughter all the chicken.
Near by the farm there was a pond. In the pond there lived some frogs. These frogs had different colours cause they were of different species. The green frogs were the earliest species who lived there ,then later came the red frogs, the blue frogs and the purple frogs. They had been living there for so many generations and all the frogs had loyalty to the place they lived. They were living in peace and harmony and each of them work hard to keep the pond beautiful. But good time never last long. The green frogs held a meeting among themselves to talk about their rights as the earliest species who lived there. They wanted to set rules that made the other frogs inferior. This discrimination had disturbed the frogs' life. Some of them thought about migrating to a better place, some just stay on but lost their loyalty, some just waited to over throne the green frogs and the fact was,the pond was no longer beautiful and good place to live.

The Super Malays of Malaysia

I met a lawyer at the airport while waiting to board our plane. We were sort of coincidentally sitting at the same table when we started to talk to each other. Lawyer Halim had 3 children and all of them were sent to oversea to pursue their higher education. I was told that all of them scored excellent results in SPM (8A's) but none were enrolled into the local IPTA, though they were being offered by the government. I was very much surprise because usually the Malays would not given up the scholarship specially located for them and also much preferred the local University than paying money from their own pockets to go overseas. "I don't want my children to be bonded by the government." explained Halim. His children are doing medic. "I want them to pursue their specialist degree in US. The doctors in Malaysia are working worst than a slave. I want my children to work elsewhere in this world where doctor are treated as professional and have work schedule like human." For a while, I have to agree to Halim because my sons are doctors too in the government hospital, working from 6.00am to 8.00pm, on call every alternate day( 24hrs), have not enough sleep most of the time and no more life for him..... Yet our Health Minister think our doctors were not doing good enough and have to increase their working hours. And Halim is willing to pay to get his sons out from this fate. I really salute him.

This remind me of the 'Mara Protest' lately for not to give way to other races to enter Mara. The rational behind is not really clear but two things we can guess, one is they afraid to compete with other races may be they presume they are less better(in real fact they are equally good). Secondly may be they being racist( still tight down by the historical factor). They forget that other races are paying taxes too. This racist kind of policies have to be outdated because we all had been here for more than a decade, and please recognise us as Malaysian who are also loyal to this country. The racist kind of mentality is a low kind of mentality, back to the time in America where the Black were not treated equal as the White. Halim is a super Malay who is not only dare to compete with the other races in Malaysia in fact dare to compete with the world. I have a great respect for him for this and hope that one day more Malays would come to join Halim, to have self confidence and to be competence with everyone else in this world. This is what our XPM meant by not using 'tongkat'. That time Malaysia would be prosperous, clear of corruptions, lawful(no bias,bias) and respected by the world.

The boy who sleeps in class

Zhu Guan slept most of the time in the classroom. It's headache for most teachers who enter that class. All his classmates dare not disturb him because he would beat anyone who waked him up. Yesterday he strangled a boy for disturbing his sleep. The only time he woke up is the recess time. I took up this case and had been attending to him for few sessions . At last I decided to call his father. I had been calling him for the pass one week and I couldn't get him anyway. Last Friday, as I was packing to go home, his father showed up. I was surprise to see a young man of late 20's . This is a story I would like to share. ,
"I was married at the age 17 and my wife 15. I meant to have fun but never expected she got pregnant. I had to stop schooling and was forced to marry her. But the marriage didn't last, we divorced after the child was borned. My son was raised by his grandparents."
I told him about his son's problems. "He seem to watch video CD every night till morning. He also plays video game at cyber cafe till late night. "
"It's all his mother's mistake, she should have given this child to me. " "Are you sure you could look after him better than his mother?" "But I am busy too..." Asking about his occupation, this is what he told me, " I am running a business in cyber cafe, I also a finance collector(one who collects debt in Tai Yi Long business). He saw my fishy smiles and felt pressured," Actually I regretted my life. I didn't complete my secondary education. After I left school than only I realise knowledge is important. I couldn't find a better job that gives me lots of money. And I believe money is the most important thing in this world. . I plan to 'buy' a wife from Cambodia or Thailand. Only with money, we can satisfy the women. " His ideology reflex his irrational thinking which may influence the upbringing of his child. Now I can understand why Zhu Guan behave that way. "Everybody make mistakes right? " Most parents have very soft hearts for their children, but school have rules and regulations which the students must learn to abide . As for Zhu Guan, the father must be strict with him.
1.Make sure he doesn't stay late at night. He must sleeps at night and awakes in the day.
2.The father has to pay serious attention to his progress in education.
3.Most important thing I suggest, his father should practise good values so that the boy could grow up in a favourable environment. The father is the role model.
Zhu Guan is just one of the victim from a broken home. His grand parents though loved him very much but still couldn't replace the role of a parent.
There are mistakes you can make and be forgiven but there are mistakes once committed, there's no turning back, this is what I always tell the students. I hope they learn from this story.

When the women walk out from the kitchen

I dated a good friend of mine to chat over a cup of tea at her house, a day after the 'election'. Joining us was another friend of hers who was just 'lost' in the 'election' last night. She was quite upset. " It must be a foul play, everybody say so, in fact someone saw it...it was red ticket...mine ticket. " The story about 'the red ticket' was going too far, added more and more to the matter was from one witness increase to three! More and more people claimed that they 'saw' it. I was one of the witness at the counting parlour, it was perfect last night. No foul play! But to speak the truth at this moment was dangerous! I was afraid they might brand me ' people from the other side' and no more friend with me. I don't want to lose any friends at this age. Friendship is so important to me nowaday. I joined the"party' with a genuine heart, thinking that with my professional skill I might be able to render my service, meantime I'll make more friends. But I was wrong. Since last night I lost most of my friends, they were at war!They walked away from me as though I was their enemy. It looked like we were fighting over 'life and death' matter. I was wondering, why? So, after that night, the women split into two groups. The end results was lose-lose situation because we were no more friends. I was wandering how these people going to be good leaders with their shallow mentality.

The 'election' was over. Its time to get back to the team because we belong to the same 'party' . I hope for the ladies, don't be too serious about the war. Sometimes we must stop and ask ourselves : What's the most important things in our life. What's make our life happy. What's your priority. And the women who walked out from the kitchen must remember to come home, our family is waiting for us because they need us most.