Month: April 2010


My left lower eyelid keeps twitching every five minutes or so since yesterday.

And that is really annoying.

I am no superstitious so give me no comment like : ‘you’ll see something bad because it is the left eye twitching.’

I checked, and found several causes for that:

6.Dry eyes
7.Nutritional imbalances

Dude, my score is 6 out of 8, so no wonder my eyelid has not stop twitching.

See what stress can do to you.
This must be the crazy group project and individual project.

Argh.They should pay me more for having to meet my KPI AND training requirements.


Bad Romance: Safety AND Environment

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First – why on earth did I go to work by car today?

I attended the second day of Malaysia Green Forum 2010 yesterday – and my spirit of activism was awaken by these two people: Mr Gurmit Singh and of course, Mr Karam Singh Walia. True advocates for sustainable development would not drive private cars and burn fuel to produce 2.5kg of CO2 per litre.That’s ugly.

But then public transport, despite it being as quick, in my case at least, and more cost-effective, is yet to ensure my safety at late hours.
What’s more important: my safety, or my conscience?

Should I still bear this guilt and shut my mouth from complaining?


I attended the two-day event, MGF2010, and was not excited by it.
It is strange, really. Because I am, to be honest, easily excited by knowledge.

But this, regardless of it being my passion, failed to keep me pinned to the ground. I sneaked out for an hour just because I could not tolerate it anymore.

And I know what’s to blame. It’s me being in the business, in the industry itself which has softened me. I now see that I only look for things that benefits me( oh well, I am a capitalist) and ignore the rests that it think is not applicable to businesses.

Where’s my policy-makers’ hat?
More importantly, where’s my activists’ hat?

I hate myself for behaving like this.

p.s. I will write more about the Forum.

KL: My Empire State of Mind

Hanee and I are still amazed, sometimes, by then fact that we are living in KL. It is surprising that it is that easy for me to get used to this city – mind you, years ago I swear I have sworn that I hate KL and will avoid living in it, at all cost.

But hey, now at 25, I am here, living at 51000 and working at 50350. How does that sound?

It is not hard to ‘fall in like’ with this place.

I am born and bred in rural places; and I love these places to bits: they offer me things you can’t get anywhere in KL.

I was born in the very house where my mother was born, at 01000, that’s up north, not in a hospital. I don’t know what’s on my mother’s mind at that time not delivering in a hospital, but I’m glad she did that because now I can pride that there’s a room where I was exactly delivered to this world.

Then my father was transferred to Pahang, way south to 26400 – and there I was trapped between palm oil trees for 15 years. Now you understand my liking and tendency to the company I am working for. And ┬áit does hurt when these environmentalists start yelling about oil palm plantation being not green and all regardless of me being one too. OK, that’s not the point here, but 15 years – I am so accustomed to fresh air coming into my lungs.

Well, the final five years was spent more in a small city in a boarding school, but I rarely went out to town, so the ‘city effect’ was yet to interfere.

Then I spent two years in Banting, Selangor doing my foundation studies, again, surrounded by the plain palm oil estate view. I seldom went out. Be it to Banting the nearest (cowboy) town, or Klang (the town filled foreigners), Seremban (which sight has been fed to me since I was 9 and the next four consecutive years), or even KL; I have no temptation whatsoever.

So that says it all. 20 years of quiet life.

But after three months into my career life, KL seems normal.

And here’s the shocking revelation: I don’t think I would be able to live in some other places happily.

Not that I have become ‘urbanised’ that easily. It is just that having lived in Manchester for four years, I am used to having everything I need within my reach.

I did not realised that until I was forced to spent my idle days waiting for my career life to commence – in Perlis. That is not the fairest comparison, of course, and a huge contrast if put against Manchester, but it’s true, only then I knew that regardless of how much I love a quiet life in a suburb, or even rural places, there are things that are a part of me that can only be found in the city.

That is why when my elder colleague asked me whether I’d prefer living in suburb, green neighbourhood like in Genting where the metropolitan is less than an hour away, I confidently said no. A dip in the greenery once in a while would not hurt, and might as well be essential, but that is all, for the time being I reckon.

The activist side of me needs some excitement, which is yet to be found in a state like Perlis.
Neither is there any attractive intellectual and religious activities that can fulfill my inner needs.
And the bookstores when I need them around.

And forgive me, I need theatres and all, as lame as it sounds.

So it is true, I am converted when it comes to this matter.

I am indeed an apostate.