Complete Services Provided in Political Party Head Quarters

If you ever thought of paying your income tax, please precede the payment in Cheras LHDN located in one of the political party head quarters building.

Complete services were provided include refreshing, health and SPA with the coordination of medical specialist. Observations from authorities for your safety are available too.

Here how it goes, you can park your car with RM3 per entry (the cheapest in town).

You can take your tour by having your breakfast in one of the food stall located in the building or a buffet breakfast in the hotel coffee house.

Later you can proceed to LHDN and get your queue number. 

While waiting for your turn, your can past your time in the snooker center and even can play illegal horse race machine. If you are lucky you can pay your tax with your winning money too.

After paying your tax, you can have foot massage to release your pain in the foot. If you want to have a complete massage also can. lol

Thai SPA and the reflexology center provide Jacuzzi, sauna, swimming pool, Gym center and extra service too.

You know what I am taking about roundabout.

Ehem ehem, extra service lol. 

Lots of Chinese and Thai girls are available here. The authorities always make their trip to make sure the products are in good condition and legal.

If you are doubt about their health, you can always refer to the Specialist center or if you are out of budged than you can visit government clinic which is much cheaper. Both medical center located in the building.

After a full package you can have your lunch in varieties. Chinese food, Thai food, Japanese food, Indian food and Malay food are available. All these foods are available in the same building and do not require you to walk far.

After lunch you can have your short afternoon nap. There is a hotel of 179 rooms in Tower 2. It is an apartment base hotel with total security control.

Security excess card system which allows only the hotel tenants to proceed.

So safe from your wife from trace you. Even the related party president does have a room in the premises. That means you can make an appointment or knock his door in the 22^nd floor to discuss on the party or project matters.

If you made any construction deals, your can refer to one of the former president’s family member who was an architect. His office is in the building too.

In the evening, you can leisure your self in the pups, and a karaoke center. You can start with open park entertainment outlet with live music which operating with out DBKL license. 

Political influence ma, why need license? They paid RM20,000.00 to get the license but never approved. Who cares about the license, who can stop them from operating?

Later you can proceed to the close door pups. They provide pretty Chinese girls too. Every week there will be best GRO contest, Hawaiian night and what ever competition that makes them undressed their cloths.

If you are not in the mood for listening, than you can proceed to kalaoke…. Karaoke lol. Not to worry about authorities. They are still operation even police raided them many times.

One of the former president’s brothers owns pup too. Not one but in fact two.

After the long night you can bring back the girls to your room for close up look and total surrender. If you are lucky, you can join the drugs and sex party in the hotel too.

I am sure the readers remember 35 persons were caught recently for having drug party. The room was booked under DBKL staff too.

Not only drug party but some of the big timer even process drugs in the room which I was called as a witness in the Jalan Duta High court recently.

After the long exhausted night, you can refer to the medical center for a complete medical check up to free your self from diseases such as AIDs and other genitival sexual diseases.

This is how a family business was run in one of the political party head quarters building premises in Cheras.

Why we call it a family business? Read through and you will understand.

Does anyone ever wonder why this political party is in vain and lost all the support from the rakyat?

Wonder why?

This political party was called a multi racial political party but why only Chinese holds the majority in this party?

Or is it a one family business party?

Who control the property management?

And the major share holders are under one family control by the name of brothers.

The 3 brothers apart from the elders were in control of the property by the name of JMB and Management Corporation.

In fact, one of the brothers was the chairman of Joint Management Body and one of the lady manager holds the chairman post for Management Corporation.

She was a total idiot who fills this Bumiputra quota and never used her own brain when carry out her job.

Both of the chairman post was won by getting the vote from their own staff members. I am one of them as well but I never voted.

The other remaining two brothers are running the pups and architecture firm and covered by political connections and power.

There was a snooker center, foot massage center (But raided numerous times by autorities for providing extra service and prostitutions but they are still in business).

Three pups and karaoke center were operating in the building. The famous Thai SPA with Thai girls which provides extra service is in the building too.

After reading this, tell me does this party is still relevant to serve the rakyat?

Or these leaders were running the house for their own benefits?

Think for your self and decide whether to keep them in the next GE13.

Oh yes, I missed out something. Condoms are available in 24 hours 7-eleven out let in the premises too.

Lol.

By,

lvbala

What being a Malaysian is all about

A day  in the life of an ordinary Malaysian — By Mariam Mokhtar

DEC 14 — I wake up and retrieve the newspaper lodged in the letter-box. My “Keling paperman” has delivered it faithfully, come rain or  shine..

I go to the kitchen and make breakfast. Into the toaster goes the bread sent to my home, the previous afternoon, by my “Keling rotiman”. It has been made by the local bakers, the FBI — Federal Bakery Ipoh — owned by a mamak.

But if I am out for breakfast, it is usually a roti canai at my local Indian’s. Followed by a char koi snack from “auntie”, a Chinese lady.

Halfway through the morning, the sound of a horn alerts me that Ah Fatt, our “grocer on wheels”, has arrived. He brings me fresh vegetables,  fish and the usual dried condiments.

Once a month, our local “Keling botolman” comes round to collect our empty bottles. Our “Cina paper” too comes to collect the old newspapers.

My neighbour comes round with some pisang grown in her garden. She is Indian, married to a Chinese policeman. I am grateful for his tips on how to keep my house secure. When my ubi kayu harvest is plentiful, I’d go round and return her kind gesture.

I have a gardener. His name is Velu. From the name, you can guess he is Indian. He is much adored by my children. If my son is not in his room, I know where to find him — under the mango tree, in the garden, sharing chapatti, dhall and “tapau” teh tarik with Velu. I told my son off for demolishing Velu’s packed breakfast, but Velu was happy to share his meal. Both were sporting toothless grins — Velu has no teeth and can’t afford dentures. My toddler has just lost his two front teeth.
 

I’ve no idea what they chat and laugh about. Sometimes not a lot of gardening gets done. But who cares? At least they're happy. When Velu died, my son was distraught. He had been with our family for decades and refused to be pensioned off.

My general practitioner for the usual coughs and colds is Chinese. All women have a gynaecologist — mine is Indian. And my dentist is Chinese. These people provided services to my parents in the past, and I simply carried on with them. No complaints. Good service.
Reasonable fee.


I did go to a Malay doctor once, but he was more interested in “tackling” my younger sister. I dismissed his lack of professionalism as testosterone driven. He was still a bachelor then. And on the second visit, years later, he was fishing for information about other members of my family. 

One personal question might be excusable.
But twice is too much of a coincidence. I never did return to him. In my eyes, his professional conduct was compromised by these intrusions.  I know I shouldn’t be generalising, but this was my personal experience.

When I had to be admitted to hospital, the surgeon who operated on me was Indian. The nurses were either Chinese or Indian.

I once had to use the services of a lawyer — an Indian.

The person who supplies me with stationery is a Chinese woman married to an Indian man. She once supplied my father’s business with his office stationery needs.

When I once had a leaky water tank, the plumber who successfully mended it was an Indian. He now takes care of all the house’s plumbing repairs. He was my parents’ plumber too.

When my house needed new electrical wiring, the electrician was a Chinese person. When I needed outside electrical work to be done, the electrician was Indian. Both had provided long-term services to the family.

Before Raya, I would go to my Chinese tailor to make my baju kurung. My hair is cut by a Chinese woman. As before, these people once supplied my mother, all her tailoring and hair-grooming requirements. My father’s barber is an Indian.

Again, before Raya, my mother’s Chinese friends at work would send tins of “love letters”, kueh kapit, for us to enjoy and serve at our open house.
 

And early on Raya day itself, several plates of pie tee would arrive and my father’s Indian colleagues would send a big pot of chicken curry and putu mayam.
 

The dining table groans with our rendang and the contributions from our friends, of all races and religions.

For several decades, until my parents were too old and infirm to receive guests, we would have an open house that was a riot of people sporting various national costumes. A real melting point — a true reflection of Malaysia .

These people once provided my grandparents and my parents essential services. Either that, or they were colleagues at work, or friends from their younger days.

They, who have grown old alongside my grandparents and parents.

And now, people are telling me that these non-Malays whom I have grown up with and who have remained friends, through thick and thin, are second-class citizens..?

That they do not deserve to be Malaysians? That they are far inferior to me?

So am I to believe that should my neighbour’s husband, a Chinese, make the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty, that his life is not as valuable as a Malay policeman’s?

Who are these self-serving, self-righteous bigots kidding?

GOD  BLESS MARIAM MOKHTAR (WHOEVER SHE IS) WITH GOOD HEALTH,  HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY ALWAYS !!

SHE  IS THE EPITOME OF A TRUE MALAYSIAN. WE DON'T NEED THE  PM'S "1MALAYSIA VISION" BCOZ WE HAVE BEEN AND WILL ALWAYS BE MALAYSIAN, FOR THE LAST 52 YEARS AND FOR  GENERATIONS TO COME.

This is what Malaysia's Malaysian is all about. We lived and we shared this prosperity since the day one. We lived as one. We respect and depends on each other in our daily cor. 

Never we came up with a different among us. There was a saying said, "berat sama dipikul, ringan sama dijinjing". We have worked as a team and achieved what we have now.

But all this was forgotten and today everyone is claiming this is my country and you are pendatang. We are the Bumiputras and you are not belong here.

The rakyat who hold the citizenship is been given quota system but everyone are requested to pay equally. (eg. Education, Own property, Tax, fees, Tolls and Summons)

Most Malaysians have forgotten what we borrowed, what we are, where we came from, what belongs to us and what belongs to them.

They have forgotten one for all and all for one. 

by,

lvbala

Happy Chinese New Year ~ lvbala

Gong Xi Fa Chai to all Malaysian Chinese brothers and sisters. Lets be united as Malaysian in one. Lets be truly Malaysian. Lets stand for justice for all in this land. 

Being Malaysian in the heart of all are the essence of wealth and peace in this land. Lets roar like a tiger as one.

Happy Chinese New Year

from,

lvbala & family

Rest In Peace - Mother

Today shall be the day of sorrow and pain. But great to GOD as HE hurried away the pain from this dying soul. The soul that brought me to this world has departed. I felt closer as you get away. Soon or later, I will meet you. Wait for me with Appa. Rest in peace Amma.

Will miss you always.