Saturday 15 November 2008

Weary weekend

Tired to type more than a few lines. Am currently at a budget hotel in Sepang for a 1 and 1/2 day workshop. Struggling an presentation and written report due on Monday, where we had our first group meeting yesterday and will be having another group meeting at 4 tomorrow.

Which means I'll need to scrunge up some time between now and then in the midst of this workshop to finish up my part for the group meeting tomorrow, and then work on the written report by tomorrow night.

And right after that - another presentation on Wednesday and term paper due on Friday.

The next weekend couldn't come sooner.

Tuesday 16 September 2008

Cost of carelesness

Sorry for not updating in a while. Been rather busy and distracted with work, assignments and other stuff. Deadlines were planted (and met, mostly), interviews were sprung last minute, and also meeting up with friends who're jetting off.

Anyway, in a bout of carelesness and bad luck, I happened to lose my ATM cards. Thankfully the account balance in the card were still the same. For the first card (Bank Islam), there was a notice that anyone who lost a card to contact the number given. Which I did, through SMS - and then somehow the other person was either being a paranoid or jerk by asking all sorts of stupid questions - "Kau ni melayu ke? Pelajar UKM ke? Betul ke kad ni kau yang hilang?...." For Pete's sake, all I asked was if we could meet up at a Bank Islam ATM machine for me to test if the card is mine. In the end, I just said thanks but no thanks. I'll just go make a missing card report.

So I reported the missing cards. CIMB was quite efficient, I got a new card without much hassle and a penalty of RM12 (inclusive RM8 for a new card). Bank Islam was quite the hassle, I had to get setem hasil for RM20(!) first from the post office. And then later I found out they further deduct another RM8 from my account for the cost of the new card (!!). What the hell - RM28 for a new ATM card! For a bank that claims to be compassionate and conservative, they sure are pretty cutthroat about these administration fees.

Thursday 7 August 2008

Updates, randomly as I deem fit:

1. Caught The Dark Knight last weekend. An excellent show, definitely lived up to its hype and my own anticipation as must-watch movie. Dark, twisted and not a boring moment in between - this is not just an action movie, it's an action movie with heart and mind. The sociopolitical undertones are very impactive; comparable to V for Vendetta. While the latter is more direct and surreal in its social and political undertones, the former is more subliminal and seamless.

2. Local politics seem to have gone into no-man's-land. Where I've totally lost interest many weeks ago and have stopped reading the papers for a while now.

3. It had been a busy week since last weekend. With a quiz just completed this morning, I can take a slight breather. In between preparing a progress report, studying for a quiz, working on a group assignment, and take some time off to train the juniors, life couldn't be more...

Fulfilling? Strange as it may sound, I've been in quite a positive mood a couple of weeks back since my I officially started my Masters. I don't feel as hollow or dreary just going about doing my work. I feel renewed, reaffirmed once again. Perhaps it's due to a sense that my life is now heading somewhere; in a direction which I could focus and pour my energy.

It tooke me a while to realise this, but we need aims in our life. Something that makes us willing to forsake sleep, turn down outings with friends and don't mind some self-isolation. I used to set really low goals, or none at all. Just doing my best as it's just the right thing to do. But after graduating and taking up a semi-job as an RA, it really is easy and tempting to fall into an easy and couldn't-care-less routine.

People generally thrive on deadlines, or specific time frames. If you give someone his/her ample time to do a job, chances are they'll take longer to produce a work which quality might not be necessarily better compared to if given a time frame. Which is why graduate studies is a different ballgame completely than undergraduate. During undergrad, you have specific classes per semester, specific deadlines for specific assignments, and specific dates for exams. In grad school, you mainly have to complete a research project within a typical period of around 2 years, possibly more. And the few classes mostly consist of lecturers giving general overviews of a topic, and then assignments of doing a term paper (short analysis) of related articles of your choice to be submitted within a month.

It is indeed extremely easy to get lost in the illusory freedom from the constant leash of exams, quizzes and activities back then during undergrad. Afterall, you have 3 or more semesters to do your project, what's the rush? *It's 4 pm in the lab, and running the next part of your experiment will take 1 and 1/2 hours. Should you do it? Well, typical working hours are till 5, never mind that you came in around 10.30 am for staying up late last night for a mamak session. Let's just call it a day, and do that next step tomorrow. Oh, it's noon, time for lunch break! Again, never mind that you came in only 2 hours before that. Yay, my lecturer's on leave. That means he/she won't call the lab today! Which means I can sneak out to Midvalley!

Anyway, back to serious self. Having a focus, once more, really helps to steel myself against the nagging voice of inferiority, especially when meeting up friends who (knowing or unknowingly) describes in long detail their new jobs and salaries, new gadgets they're eyeing, shopping plans, weekend plans, vacation plans etc. I just need to remind myself why I'm doing what I'm doing, and that I'm to going to prove that this is not a dead-end path. I need to prove that for myself as much as for everyon else.


*For surprisingly accurate and hilarious peek into the life of a grad student, try checking out PhD comics.

Edit: Link has been fixed.

Tuesday 15 July 2008

Meet the kids

A few months back, I volunteered to help adjudicate for a HELP College interschool debate. Which was when I found out that my old secondary school took part in it, though I didn't actually get to meet them.

I've been considering for a while on helping some secondary school kids on debating. It seems to be the 'in' thing these days for a *cough*washed-up*cough* debater to do. Sweeks' helping out his old school St. George, while Fea's helping with RMC. And I was thinking what better than my old school? Unfortunately I haven't seen the name LSPJ in some of the interschool debating tournament I've been to, and I didn't want to go through the hassle of starting an entirely new debate team, recruit students etc etc. So I was encouraged to find out that my old school actually sent a debate team for a tournament.

I got in touch with a formerly-Miss-now-Mrs. Sheela and told her about helping to train some students who are interested in debate. She agreed, and after working out a suitable time, I agreed to meet the kids for the very first time yesterday.

Where I was initially a little nervous about. People skills have never been my strong point, especially kids. Alright so they aren't technically "kiddie" kids, but still I'm known to be the most patient person around. So I turn to our resident mother-hen of the UKM team, Fea, for some advice. Which she tried to dispense as well as she could over the phone, and in the end admitting that she was also a little worried for me didn't really help my nerves much.

So then yesterday I left around 11 from Bangi, only to get stuck in traffic jam along the KL-Seremban highway (which later I found out was due to unnecessary police presence with the whole Anwar thing in KL). Luckily I managed to arrive in time, with a secret weapon in tow - Kenny Roger's muffins! Hopefully it'll be enough to bribe the kids to stay put for the entire duration*.

I met the-now-Mrs. Sheela at the porch, and the stepping into my old school again after a long time was a bit disconcerting. I asked her whether she recognised me, to which she said yes and that she had taught me before. I decided to save her the embarassment that no, she hadn't. Just that she had been one of the teacher advisors for Leo Club.

Anyway, my fears were quite unfounded. The kids seemed interested enough, and among them were those who went for the debate in HELP college. Their language proficiency were quite good, and they seemed willing to speak when asked to. I was worried earlier if I might need to use a crowbar to pry their mouths open.

As for myself, I was still a little nervous as I'm not exactly sure how to pullf off this whole mentoring thing. I didn't wanna get too technical with them on our first meet, so I just ran through some basics with them, and sort of did a mini-impromptu debate between them. All in all, I'd like to think my first meet with them turned out quite alright, and we've already made a tentative date for our next meet.


*The kid were ravenous for the muffins, and I didn't even get one as I didn't have the heart to take if from them.


Tuesday 1 July 2008

Oil, oil...not a drop to waste

After 51 years, local politics has taken centrestage in the lives of most Malaysians. Ever since the 13th general election in March, suddenly the political arena is scrutinised so much more by everyday people, excited and wary of every by-the-minute development. Right now, the biggest thing on everyone's mouth is the Anwar fiasco.

But let's skip that for now, what I'm more interested on is the recent huge price increase of petrol, which initially triggered a wide panic by the people who tried to stock up as much as they can before midnight. Just like everyone else, I'm affected by it too. Now I need to fork up 40 bucks to get almost the amount of petrol I could get for 30 bucks. In other words, every 3 refills right now is just almost equivalent to 4 refills in the past.

Unlike most people, I'm somewhat glad by the price hike. Because suddenly, things never heard hitherto - how to save petrol, saving electricity, cutting costs - became nationwide obsession. Things which should've been everyday practices are now touted as the 'new-age' tips of surviving the current situation. We hate to admit it, but all of us are incentive-driven beings - with economic incentive being the strongest. We're only motivated to move our b**ts when our pockets are hit. And it's starting to show too - less jams along roads in KL and highways, and more people taking public transport.

Which in the whole big picture, is good for the environment. Especially with the latest piece of news on global warming. If we're really to go all-out to do our part for global warming, here's what I would suggest:

1. Increase prices of plastic - customers should be charged extra for take-aways using styrofoams and plastic bags. Shopping complexes too, should start charging customers for the number of plastic bags they hand out.

2. Compound garbage collection per weight - When throwing away more will cost you, people will attempt to throw less and recycle more. In fact this is widely practised in countries like Denmark (a recycling haven that should be adopted by every other country).

3. Further increase prices of petrol - but at the same time, improve public transport and provide welfare cushion for the lower income. In countries like Singapore and France, driving is actually more troublesome and takes longer than taking public transport.

Yeah, sure the oil price hike hurts everyone, especially the lower-income group. But with proper welfare structuring and good infrastructure planning, the oil hike in hindsight could be one of the best things to happen. Like the jolt that revolutionised our apathetic attitude to climate change.

Saturday 24 May 2008

New kid in town

I've never been a religious follower of reality TV, though I do enjoy regular doses of *cough* America's Next Top Model, and sporadic views of others like American Idol, Amazing Race, Hell's Kitchen and Project Runway. So anyway, a few weeks back I caught some of this season's American Idol (AI), and got a bit hooked. I've kinda lost track of AI, only briefly aware of the winners once it's all over.

Anyway, I was deeply interested in one of the participants - David Cook. Yup, the dude who went on to be crowned the Idol title last Thursday. I watched the grand finale this week between the two Davids - Cook and Archuleta. A nail-biting and grand contest between a boy wonder of crooning ballads and a mature rocker.

Frankly, I can't see the fuss over Archulete - he's a great singer, I grant him that. But he's just a really good pop/ballad teen prodigy. Compare this with D. Cook who proves himself beyond a rocker. I mean, c'mon, any guy who can pull off a brilliant cover of a Mariah Carey song gets top marks in my books. Check out his performance here:



I didn't watch the actual episode for the Mariah Carey week, but some information net-prowling revealed that apparently the girls had a tougher time. I can sorta understand, it's a tad tough to match the diva's legendary sixteen-octave range. Most girls (and guys too) chose her power ballads, and well D. Archuleta chose When You Believe. It was quite good, but predictable and boring; and doesn't hold a candle to D. Cook's performance. He was smart enough to realise he couldn't match Archuleta's vocals, so he picked one of MC's most pop-ish song, rearranged it and came up with something totally awesome. And as Simon said, being really brave about it too, as usually most people would pick songs that allow them to show off their long breaths and glass-breaking voices. Like in the finale, D. Archuleta performed 2 ballads, and for individual choice, chose to perform 'Imagine" which he did a few weeks back. D. Cook started off with a crowd-rousing pop-rock "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by U2, followed by a power rock song, and finally for individual choice; chose a totally new song and performed an acoustic version of it. His choice song was panned by Simon Cowell, but thankfully it did not influence the voters much.

And as to proof himself that he's not a flash-in-the-pan, check out D. Cook's rendition of a song from Phantom of the Opera. Not that I'm music expert, but I think he has excellent vocal control. He sounds breathier and craggy during the rocks songs, and yet can sound polished and soaring for musicals. Just compare the craggy screech he did for Always Be My Baby and the rich, soaring vocals reverberating in Music Of The Night. I find it refreshing to see a singing contestant who exercises control and not try to shatter eardrums at every chance.

A more than deserving winner of American Idol; with proven versatility and star quality beyond that of just a singer. And I'll be keeping an eye out for this dude in the future.


p/s: Try checking his other renditions of Billie Jean and Hello too.


Friday 23 May 2008

New flash

Been a bit busy lately - research has been going well, so I've got some results and stuff to work on for a bit. And my college is also undergoing renovation, so I've to move back to my own place for the holidays at least. Which is kinda tiring, as I now have to drive to and fro everyday. Plus the extra burned cash on petrol and toll, not to mention the extra greenhousey-fumes. Not to mention it's a little more crampy, as I can't simply wake up a bit later - or do a quick dash to dinner or Midvalley for something.

And well, I'm also on a bit of a happy mood currently - working and playing with my BRAND NEW Dell laptop! I've been keeping an eye on this for quite some time, waiting patiently for a few weeks for the price to drop. I timed it with its estimated delivery time for about 3-5 weeks, as I need a laptop before I jet off to Spain for an initial discussion with my future attachment co-supervisor. So I placed an order last Tuesday, and lo and behold, it suddenly just turned up on my doorstep last Saturday.

This baby packs quite a punch, in my opinion, for a reasonable price - Intel Core 2 Duo 2.00 GHz, 3 GB RAM, and 160 GB hard disk space. And not t mention a dedicated graphics card - NVidia's GeForce 8400M with 128 MB. Woot! But of course, there's some things I need to get and do first before making this laptop fully-indispensable. Things like an external drive to transfer old files from my PC, partition the hard disk to run a Mac OS, and getting a pair of earphones.



Top view - mine's Midnight Blue skin.



Running on Windows Vista - takes a while to get used to. Some features are better than XP, some are a little worse.

Friday 2 May 2008

If there's one things I hate most,

It's packing or unpacking. Ok there's a lot of of other things I don't like as well, but that's for another entry for another day.

Right now, I'm (supposed to) unpacking the things at my lab. The renovation work for my lab has just been completed, so now it's the second phase of unpacking all the things we just packed hastily to be stowed away. And also throwing a lot of things that's not needed or used. I really hate throwing things away too, it's such a waste (pun intended) and simply disposing them like that is a burden to the environment. So far I try to separate the paper and cardboxes, though I've no clue as to whether they'll be recycled or simply discarded just like that with the rest. Sigh...Did I mention that I hate packing?

Yesterday I got an awesome surprise - an enjoyable lunch with a friend who's been AWOL for quite a long while and a cool belated birthday gift too. Totally made my day; well until I have to start unpacking things today. Sigh...


Sunday 20 April 2008

It ain't easy as ABC..

I'm really impressed by how witty most columnists are in international papers like The New York Times. Locally, some of the wittier columnists whom I enjoy reading are Mary Schneider's "But Then Again" (Star2, Mondays) , Marina Mahathir "Musings" (Star2, Wednesdays), and Azmi Sharom's Analysis (The Star, Wednesdays). It really isn't easy, to me at least, to write with a certain flair that switches effortelessly from amusing to sarcastic to serious in a way unique to that writer. I've to admit, my (supposedly existent) blogging style is quite influenced by what I read, and that includes those writers above.

Like one of my friends, WW, is working for The Star now. I'm always quite amazed to see her work - how on earth does she come up with articles of 2 pages in length every other week simply eludes me. Writing is certainly a skill to be acquired, and unless you were born gifted by the literary gods, it takes a lot of time,effort, and patience to develop. Efforts such as constant reading, writing, and learning.

Anyway, here's an example of witty column which I'd just read recently from NYT; thought I'd share it:



***

Op-Ed Columnist


The Fat Bush Theory



By GAIL COLLINS



George W. Bush says we’re on track to meet the nation’s goals for curbing global warming.


I see some hands waving out there. Didn’t know we had any goals for
curbing global warming? Where were you in 2002 when the president put
us on the road toward reducing the growth of greenhouse gas emissions
by 18 percent by 2012?


So there.


Bush held a press conference in the Rose Garden this week to give us
a warming progress report or, in his words, “share some views on this
important issue.” He almost always refers to global warming as an
environmental “issue.” As The Times’s Andrew Revkin noted on his blog, Dot Earth, most people talk about environmental problems. But perhaps the White House regards that as overly alarmist.


“I’m pleased to say that we remain on track to meet this goal,” the
president said, in a tone that sounded rather belligerent considering
this was supposed to be good news.


Let’s back up here. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had
trouble getting my head around goals that involve reducing the rate at
which something is growing. To appreciate the administration’s efforts
on the, um, issue, let’s try to imagine it in terms other than
greenhouse gas emissions. (As the president noted: “Climate change
involves complicated science.”)


Suppose that two years after taking office, George W. Bush
discovered that because of the stress of his job, he had gained 40
pounds and was tipping the scales at 220.


The real-world Bush would immediately barricade himself in the
White House gym, refusing all human contact or nourishment until the
issue was resolved. But imagine that he regarded getting fat as
seriously as he regards melting glaciers, rising oceans and drought and
starvation around the planet. In that case, he would set a serious,
management-type goal — of, say, an 18 percent reduction in the rate at
which he was gaining weight, to be reached within the next decade.


Cut to the Rose Garden in 2008 where partial victory is declared.
“Over the past seven years, my administration has taken a rational,
balanced approach to these serious challenges,” the 332-pound chief
executive announces. He delivers this good news sitting down.


2012: Bush hits his final goal and 400 pounds at approximately the same time.


I hope now you can appreciate just how useful the Bush
global-warming initiative is. But the president isn’t satisfied with
merely delivering on his promises. In his Rose Garden address, he upped
the ante, vowing to stop the growth of U.S. greenhouse gas emissions
entirely by 2025.


Let us forget, for a second, that this is a man who’s only going to
be in office for nine months of the 17 years in question. Furthermore,
let us skip lightly over the fact that Bush did not give any hints
whatsoever as to how this goal is supposed to be reached except to say
that “the wrong way is to raise taxes, duplicate mandates or demand
sudden and drastic emissions cuts.”


Since the president never suggests actual behavior changes on the
part of American citizens, that leaves us with what? More efficient
refrigerators?


Lots of things! There is, for instance, the ambitious new fuel
economy standard of 35 miles per gallon by 2020; we sure do have a lot
to look forward to in the future, people. There’s new federal spending
on biofuels. Much of this is for ethanol, which has the unfortunate
side effect of creating more greenhouse gases than it eliminates, and,
of course, helping to create a planetary crisis over rising food costs.
But nothing’s perfect.


The president’s real focus seemed to be on fighting the strategies
for global warming that he doesn’t like: the Kyoto Protocol, court
challenges and legislation pending in Congress. Almost all of them,
interestingly, were referred to as “problems.”


Instead of Kyoto, the administration is pushing for “a new process”
in which the countries that do most of the polluting will get together
and work on a climate agreement. That process was in fact chugging
along this very week at a gathering in Paris, where Bush’s speech was
greeted with a round of excited reviews. Germany’s environment
minister, for instance, dubbed it “losership instead of leadership.”


The Europeans have a perfect right to look down on the United States
since they’ve set much more ambitious targets for reducing global
warming. While they do not appear to be likely to meet any of them,
it’s the thought that counts.


If the Bush strategy seems a little ... little, go back to our
metaphor. Imagine it’s 2025, and you’ve got a 486-pound ex-president
being wheeled in to accept the congratulations of the world on his
excellent physical fitness program. Really, that’s big.


***



By the way, the album I just bought - One Republic's Dreaming Out Loud - has really grown on me. I've been practically playing it non-stop since I got it.


Saturday 19 April 2008

Some things don't change, some do...

Sometimes I get too wrapped up around myself that I tend to forgot the simple things in life like spending time with good company. On some unknown-post-birthday-slightly-daring streak , I've been asking quite a number (actually a few, but for me it's a new record) for outings like lunch etc. Really hope it's not the old-age-crisis/loneliness fear that's driving me.

A couple of days ago, went out for dinner with Fea and realised that's been quite a while since we the last time we really just sit relaxedly and having a great time. The next day I went out for lunch with PY, whom again I haven't seen in ages and had since undergone an almost remarkable physical transformation. And I too realised how few are the people whom I'm really comfortable and sharing a similar wavelength. Just being in the company of a that person and letting yourself loose can be extremely therapeutic.

Today I went for breakfast and lunch with two different groups of friends. The breakfast one was with a few old secondary school friends. It started of like this - In my (rare) semi-desperate moment of getting a lunch date last weekend, I tried contacting some old friends from Form 5, also collectively known a "the gang". It didn't work out but I guess Eric wanted to make up for it, so he asked me for breakfast this morning at Raju's, an undeservingly hyped-up and overpriced mamak directly next to our alma mater. Supposedly there would be Ben and Chong too.

The crowd turned out to be a bit bigger - Weng Yew came along, with Kok Wei and one of their ex-Scouter sir joining in. It was getting kinda awkward; firstly since I've never been close to at least 2 people on that table, and secondly their former Scouter was a complete stranger to me.

Surprisingly, it turned out much better than expected. Meeting up with old friends (and in turn their companions) is something I dread, especially ones you haven't kept in touch or seen for so long that you've drifted too far out of each other's life to be able to relate and connect with substantially. Which would translate into awkward briefs of silence and resorting to fillers like the weather ("Been raining quite a lot these days huh?" "Yeah, that's true." "Yeah...") and jobs ("So what do you do now?" "The same - ..." "Oh" "Yeah.").

Of course there were those awkward pauses when everyone momentarily runs out of conversational topics, and I was a little self-conscious too, feeling as I'm an outsider attempting to push into another's clique. But they didn't last long. And apparently time seems to be kinder on others' impression/memory of you. Everyone at the table was treating me fairly well, even those whom I've barely exchanged more than 20 words during school last time other than the usual pleasantries. Almost everyone also shook hands as they arrived and left, which left me scratching my head a bit. Guess I'm quite a stranger at this meeting up with old friends thingie

I must be sounding a lil' like a broken record by now, but it never ceases to amaze me to see a friend after a long period of time. They looked a little older, relaxed and mature; but still with bits that allude to their former selves as you remembered them. And it's also interesting to see how a certain someone turned out - contrasting their present pursuits with their past selves. From those days of being a carefree student to a *gulp* working adult. Like who'd picture a reckless outdoorsy guy doing a PhD in science ? And the topics of conversation, well naturally it went from current occupations to listing other old friend and what they're up to now. And of course on a guys-only table, it also went to social status (ie. girlfriends) and physical (ie. losing weight and building muscles). I kid you not, I strongly believe it's due to Hollywood's brainwashing where beautiful guys and girls are a dime a dozen and looking average is an exception. Not to mention the recently published and much-awaited Cleo issue with The 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. It's not easy being a guy these days - we have to dedicate as much attention to our physical aspect as much as our career and play. What happened to the good ol' days of merely bringing home the roti?

Sigh... Anyway, I realised that after taking a small step of initiating contact with former acquaintances, that it isn't that scary. And the results can be really rewarding. Guess my extremely-late-new-year-resolution would be to take up more initiative on asking out friends, both old and current.

Thursday 17 April 2008

He's not just incompetent, he's...

Disclaimer: Semi-long, not very bitchy post ahead

Finally, on the advice of many and not able to stand it anymore, last weekI told X directly that he needs to do his part around the lab too - "After you finish your work, please fill up the empty tips boxes." "See that bottle of PCR tubes running out? Here's what we do to refill them." Etc etc.

Some people to whom I bitch about X would like to point out that perhaps its cultural differences. Look, I'm also one for benefit of the doubt, but I believe 'cultural differences' can only be excused to a certain extent when it comes to his incompetencies and err.. I have no words for this. Consider this *little* incident this morning.

***

X: The eppendorf (1.5 ml) tubes are finished. *grabs a nearby beaker of those tubes* Can I use these?

Me: No. See the tape here? *points at the tape on the beaker* This is packed by Ros. It's not packed by me, S (my labmate), or you. So you can't use them.

X: But no more tubes.

Me. Yes...Which is why we refill and make new bottles of tubes.

X. Yes, yes. I made new bottle last week (Actually it's we, when I was showing him where the bag of tubes are and how to do the refilling).

Me. Right.. *speaking slowly and deliberately* And then we (I) autoclave them, and autoclaved things go to the...?

(Autoclaving is a sterilising process of heating at 121 C for 15 minutes, and since it's with water, the things mostly end up wet. And then they need to be dried in the oven)

X: To the oven.

Me: Right... So go check the oven.

X: But I checked oven. Not found.

Me. *getting annoyed* Really?

(Now I know for sure that it's in the oven, since after autoclaving I put it in the oven together with other things last Friday after autoclaving. While he as usual just deigns to drop by the lab just to do his work only, period, and left almost immediately after that. And these past days I haven't been around the lab much since I'm almost done with labwork and moving on more to computer analyses, so I haven't really helped out around the lab much.)

Me: Let's go check the oven now. *takes a pair of gloves*

X: *following me* I checked oven every day. Not found.

Me: Mm-hmm. *straps on gloves a little impatiently in front of the oven*

(I was still strapping on the gloves, perhaps a little angrily. X opened the oven, and then thinks to start shifting the large bottles in the front . And finally, he pulled out a large bottle of tubes).

X: Ah. Our bottle of tubes *showing me the bottle with his name on it*

Me: Mm-hmm *I'm not the one with an eyesight problem and lack of common sense. Why show me the bottle?*

X. I check every day. Not found before.

Me. Yeah... *rolls eye. Seriously, who're you trying to kid here?*


***

And this other incident last week...

Me: If you're free now go check the oven and see if there's anything there that's dry; and take them out.

X: Ok. *comes back a few moments later empty-handed*

Me: *suspiciously* Did you check the oven?

X: Yes, yes. Nothing dried yet.

Me: Really? Hmm *very suspicious*

(Since I put in several things the day before, and there should be some things that have dried. I finished my work about 10 minutes later and went to check the oven. In the front, several large bottles were still wet. I moved them aside, and checked the smaller bottles behind them - some of them are dried. Then I checked the top shelf/compartment - all the pipette tips boxes were dried. In the end I had two basketful of items, which I promptly marched right up to X.)

Me: *holds up the two baskets* These things are all dried in the oven.

X: Oh... I saw the big bottles; still wet.

Me. Aha...*rolls eyes*

***

By the way, I just found out that his degree was in veterinary science, and so was his Masters. And I'd appreciate if anyone can point me towards any cheap, over-the-counter high-blood pressure medication.


Sunday 13 April 2008

I'm not one for throwing up a big fuss about my birthday. Yeah, it's a special day for me - one which I do look forward to with just the slightest hint of excitement, but not one which I planned out an elaborate 24 hours non-stop party. But I've to admit, I was slightly disappointed this time around.

The day before I decided to take half a day off to just chill a bit and get some items. I got down to Midvalley in the afternoon and caught The Spiderwick Chronicles, which was actually rather good. Hmm, the crop of fantasy movies these days seemed to have really improved, focusing more on coherent and well-developed storyline and characters rather than just CGI wizardry. I also got One Republic's album, Dreaming Out Loud, which is quite... unique. In the sense that I've never bought an album of this sorta genre before. It sounded quite good, and they remind me of a slightly more mature and pleasant-sounding version of All-American Rejects, where its lead singers high-pitch singing is a lil' grating for me. Then I also received a call from an old F6 friend who asked me for dinner the next day, which I agreed to.

I woke up that day with a sore throat and feeling a slight flu coming up - not a good sign. So I quickly took up some Strepsils, and got to work. I also decided to postpone dinner with my friend for today as it'll be quite tiring for me to travel back and forth from KL. Later during lunch, I went out for McD's with my colleagues, where they kindly got me a slice of cake. Later in the evening, my colleagues and I went to visit another colleague who had just given birth a few weeks ago. We left rather late, and I was quite tired. So I just got a quick dinner and went to bed early.

Sure I got some well-wishes from friends and acquaintances, not to mention a great postponed-dinner at Pizza Hut with a cake and presents to boot! Which I'm really grateful and appreciative of. But I'm just a little disappointed that I didn't hear even a peep from some of my closest and oldest friends. Perhaps it'd just slipped their mind. Not that I'm taking it as a point-blank sign to sever all friendships, but it does get me down a little.

This weekend I came back, hoping to go out with some friends. Unfortunately, things on the social front was a little quiet. I then tried to find someone for lunch, and even that was almost unsuccessful. Remember how I said the littlest things then to get to you. I was really feeling quite sad and... lonely. Thank god I eventually found someone for lunch; and it was really much more enjoyable than I expected.

Sigh... I need more friends.

Thursday 3 April 2008

Labmate from hell

Warning: Long, bitchy post ahead.


Those who are have been around me for the past few weeks or so would know that my biggest gripe and whine currently would be this labmate from hell - a middle-east guy who's doing PhD also under my supervisor. Now there's been a bunch of middle-eastern students in my uni, I think due to a special memorandum of cooperation or something. The main bone of contention is that they are doing post-grad studies without a degree in molecular biology (which is a wide aspect of biotechnology). So them being here, they haven't do labwork like we do before. They have zero knowledge on the theory and understanding of what we do. It's like asking a high-school kid to split atoms by pressing a sequence of buttons on a machine, without him knowing what's actually going on.

So then I have this labmate from hell - X. First off the bat, he doesn't know anything. Like how to use a micropipette which is used for transferring liquids in the range of 0.1-1000 microlitre (ul). Which would be tantamount to an IT consultant not knowing how use Windows.Or that he's confounded when a protocol for an experiment calls 0.75 ml of buffer (1ml = 1000 ul, you do the simple math) and he comes asking me whether we have a pipettes for that. When I point him to the appropriate one, he spend another good 5 minutes examining it and twirling the liquid volume setting and asking my other colleague for verification.


3 pipettes with different volume ranges



Using a pipette

So maybe he doesn't know all that as he's never used them before. But pardon me, isn't he supposed to be a PhD student? Well, Wikipedia is has become quite comprehensive and a quick reference point. Still struggling with measurements of ml and ul? Quite a few times actually, like when he's supposed to take 3.25 ml and he used the 100-1000ul pipette set to 325 ul. I keep asking reminding him again and again he needs to take 3.25 ml and he shows me the 325 ul on the pipette, "Yes, yes. 325". I swear I was about to explode, thankfully some divine force granted him enlightenment soon after.

X doesn't read manuals carefully and write down the steps in simplified flow-chart, so that the experiment can be done smoothly without errors. Which is like defusing a bomb while reading long winding lines of the manual. Or preparing certain things needed before starting (which I suppose, could *possibly* be known from reading the manual carefully and planning your work in a simple flow-chart). Kinda like how you usually take out the chicken half an hour before cooking and turning on the oil a few minutes earlier for it to heat.

There was this time he wanted to start work using a new reagent kit which we've never used before, and I told (again and again) him to read the manual carefully first. And he goes with his usual "Yes, yes".

I took a quick glance at the steps and asked him, "What about these temperatures for incubation? Have you turned on the machines yet?" (These machines also takes time to heat up/cool down to a specific temperature, which is why they need to be turned on earlier).

"I haven't used these machines before. Where are these machines? How do you use them?"

I went ##!!@@@$$ inside.

Then there are things in the lab which we all used in shared fashion. An analogy would be a kitchen with a few cooks - usually there'll be a big bottle of sauce, or even chopped garlic in a jar. Usually there's no written rule on who should refill the sauce bottle or chop garlic, people just understand and take turns doing it. Well, in my case X just used them but have never tried or asked to refill things he used. That nice big bottle of TAE buffer running low - never bothered to ask where it came from. Little plastic PCR and microcentrifuge tubes nicely sterilised and packed in bottles (with names of the people who packed them), he probably chalked it up to little lab-elves that come out at night.

And then there's also the pipette tips, which is used in conjunction with the micropippete to transfer liquids. Each time you do a transfer, you use one tip. Which is actually quite bad fro the environment cos it's plastic and you can use up to 5-6 tips to mix liquids to prepare for a single reaction in a tube. So anyway these tips are usually used up pretty quickly. We keep a large basket of these boxes of pipette tips which has been filled up and autoclaved (sterilised). And then a few boxes are placed on the workbench and whoever's doing work there will use them. Then the empty boxes are put aside and after it piles up, they'll be refilled, autoclaved and returned to the big basket.


A typical box of pipette tips

X knows about the big basket, he goes and dig up a new box when it runs out. And I've refilled the pipette tips in front of him at least 3 times (twice on purpose). Yet he has never deigned to refill those empty boxes. Sure he may not use as much as us, but who's keeping count? Couldn't he have done it, perhaps out of courtesy? Or goodwill since he does rely on me and my colleague a lot?

Like yesterday and today's incident. Now our lab is undergoing renovation, so we had to move to another lab and I just took a few boxes that we've been using, so they're about less than half of tips inside. Late in the evening I started to refill the some of the empty boxes (around 9 boxes). He was doing some work halfway when the tips ran out and he ask me whether he can use the ones I've refilled; I told him no, they haven't been autoclaved. So I asked him to borrow some tips from others as the big basket of tips is in our old lab and it's quite troublesome to take them. He proceeded to do just that and went home straight after that. Not even a simple, "Need some help filling up the tips?' Not to mention that I've actually finished my work for the day and had just refilled the tips to pass the time cos he wasn't finish and to leave him unattended in a lab is like letting Chucky run free in a nursery.

The next morning, I started to seal them and label the boxes for autoclaving. He came in and started to asked me all sorts of questions. I just told him to wait. I go about cleaning, labelling, and what-nots before settling down and guiding him from A-Z on what he needs to do that day - which in this case happens to bee a simple procedure which can only be done in the evening due to time factor etc. So he went back immediately. Then I noticed there were 2 more boxes of tips which only has a few left and so I took out the bag of tips to refill them later. But I got busy with my work and left them there, near his table. Later in the evening, he returned to do his work which requires quite a lot of tips. He noticed the box of pipettes (with the bag of tips just next to it) had only a few left, so he shoved it aside and take a new box (which I've taken from the big basket at our old lab earlier). Then he go about his work, finished, asked me a few questions on what to do tomorrow, spent about 10 minutes trying to understand what to do tomorrow, and then left. All the while with 2 nearly-empty box and a bag of pipette tips just next to him.

I dunno about you, but for me when you're starting out in a new workplace or office, you usually try to pick up what your colleagues are doing around the office. And you try to be more helpful with things to learn more and get into your colleagues' good books, especially since you'll be depending on them a lot initially. Like when we were undergrads doing our labwork for thesis, we helped filled out countless tips and helped around the lab cos, well we were very dependent on our seniors there. And when I started out last year, I did the same thing as the new guy, to learn more about the lab, and to foster goodwill with my new colleagues.

In my case, he depends on us 99.99% of the time. Not just how to do things, but what to do. "What do I do after this? What to do next?" The only time he ever asked about a buffer or kit is when he needs to use them and he ask whether they're already prepared (which mostly is) and they're found them.

Am I asking for much? Is he really that dumb that he's not aware of things like these? Do I need to tell him directly to his face in billboard-sized letters that he needs to move his ass around the lab too? Does he somehow assumes that it's my job to keep things on the ready in the lab since I'm just a research assistant and he's a *coughs* Phd. student? Which is utterly stupid, cos he know I'm also working on my own project and he also gets paid under a GRA scheme (graduate research assistant). More actually, since he technically has a Master's.

There are plenty more things about him that drives me up the wall, but to go over all of them would probably result in a book thicker than the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Saturday 29 March 2008

Racial confusion

Yesterday I decided to get up a bit earlier to the lab, the make a quick stopover at a nasi lemak stall on the way. One of my colleagues had recommended it; I tried a bite and it wasn't too bad. A few days ago I wanted to try it but unfortunately it was sold out.

Well, I was in luck this time - it was almost finished and she was gonna close shop already. As she was dishing out the rice and condiments, we made conversation like whether I'm studying and where I'm heading. And then suddenly she she popped this question.

"Adik ni Melayu ke Cina?"

I was practically stunned. This was totally a first for me and out of nowhere. So I was like, "Huh? Apa dia?

"Adik ni, bangsa Cina atau bangsa Melayu?"

I managed to get my head back, and decided to play along. "Kak rasa saya ni nampak macam Cina ke atau Melayu?"

"Cina ada, Melayu pun ada." She answered shyly. I gotta admit, I was practically laughing my ass out inside. As she was packing up the nasi lemak, I told her that I was really Chinese, aesthetically at least.

My colleague and I had a good laugh about it later. What made this incident hilarious was that this was the first time I've ever been asked this question.

I recalled how during uni where 99.99% of the time, a Chinese dude will strike up a conversation with me in Mandarin, if they happen to be a complete stranger or don't know me well enough. Or the time when I mentioned that I've never went to a Chinese school, they looked aghast and shocked beyond words. Which is probably not too far from how most of our politicians looked when they saw the results of the recent General Election.

When I mentioned this to my friend, he said that's because I have a, to put it crudely, a typical Chinese. With slit eyes and rather fair skin and all. Hehe, I guess the kakak above would disagree with him.


Sunday 23 March 2008

Just woke up bout an hour ago, completely exhausted. This has been a long and somewhat unanticipated type of weekend. I was quite gung ho bout using this weekend to work on my attachment proposal, manuscript and put in some extra lab hours, since I got some pretty good results on Friday. Let's rewind...

So I was sitting there as prettily as can be just doing work in the lab when a friend suggested we meet up in SS2 for the night. So I thought *fine*, since I have a whole day tomorrow to catch up on work. Unfortunately, as I was driving by on the right lane on the stretch of road of Jalan Universiti (I think)-SS2 which is really dark, and I went over a really, really deep pothole. Like seriously, and I was like *oh shit*. I could hear the sound of something sliding off below my car and next thing I know, there is a loud rattling sound as I continued driving. Immediately I pulled by the road side and checked briefly. The tires looked fine, and well it's not like I can slide in under my car to take a look.

So I took a deep breath and considered my options - get the car fixed right now or continue driving. Option 1 is a little hard as I'm not sure where is the nearest workshop, and whether it's still open at this hour. So hoping for the best and crossing my fingers, I chose option 2. So then I drove a little bit further, albeit very slowly and the rattling sound getting extremely with any speed increases, I reached SS2. And as I parked my car, I realised the reverse gear wasn't working too well; I need to step on the gas to get the car to move in reverse. Anyway I met with my friend and asked if he could put me up for the night and and then next morning I could find a workshop. Thankfully he was totally cool about it. And me being me, I could only snatched a few hours of sleep before giving up and surfing aimlessly online.

Which led to some workshop-hunting this morning. The ones we saw at SS2 weren't open, and then my friend suggested one near KDU which luckily was open. All the while I was really worried about the cost of repairs, me imagining the gear box/clutch/what-nots thingamajic being severely damaged. Turns out that the suspension, car chamber etc was damaged...and it cost around RM250. Well, I guess (sorta thankfully) that it's not a huge amount, but it's still a dent in my pocket. And one of the tyre rim was also damaged and needs to be fixed, or worse, replaced, and that cost is still not known.

Sigh...as if I'm not broke enough already with getting a new monitor. And here I was so glad that this month I was running on healthy surplus and meeting my budget.



Thursday 20 March 2008

So sad...and so broke. Just spend around 500 bucks to get a new monitor. My old one just upped and smoked last night. I found out that monitors usually come with 3-year warranties, and mine just expired like 2 months ago. The unfairness of it all!! Though I'm quite enjoying my new monitor and all - a 17" LG LCD monitor, which is larger, sharper and more vibrant than my old one.

And I also realised how dependent I have been on my comp. Without it I was feeling bored pretty quickly, and the bright side would be I managed to be quite productive without my a computer screen staring in front me.

Tuesday 18 March 2008

Song: Say It Again - Marie Digby

Unless you have been stuck in an underground bomb shelter, chances are that anyone who's a citizen of this fair country would be aware of the massive changes in our political landscape. Most notably, BN has been denied its 2/3rd majority in Parliament, and 5 states are now being governed by the the loose coalition of DAP-PKR-PAS. This has also gotta be the most exciting election ever, with it being my very first one, heh. I was logged on to Malaysiakini and following the updates by the minute - XXX leading in area YYY; Opposition in trailing closely in state Z. It was pretty damn exciting, I tell you! And exhilarating too, as one by one the states fell - Penang, Kedah, Selangor (!). I followed till 2 am, with the final breaking piece of news of Perak falling into the opposition.

The local mainstream's seemed to have a (poorly) hidden agenda of provoking the loose coalition and painting it the most negative light possible, while at the same time giving (undue) positive spotlight on the BN. So lately I've avoided reading the local newspapers like The Star/NST (though The Sun is one of the few independent ones), and choose to source my news from sites like Malaysia Today and KTemoc Konsiders.


Perhaps some of you might be wondering the rather dearth mentioning of the general election prior in the last few weeks. Well, I sincerely doubt that but I'll go on anyway. As much as I do try to keep somewhat abreast of the political happenings locally, at heart I'm not a political activist. Sure I might mention it bits of politics and social happenings here, but I'm a pale comparison to individuals like Daniel and Shi Jun. I guess I'm more concerned with the environment, and perhaps one day I might actually take up the mantle of an animal/enviromental activist.

But on to myself, things are just generally alright. I've been making some progress in my lab research, so at least I'm moving forward. Nothing else of interest happening lately, other than the recent St. Patrick's Day which originated from Ireland and now is just a good excuse for people from other countries to drink themselves silly. Here's how a high-profile local 'celebrity' celebrated it.

Monday 3 March 2008

Song: Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

Sometimes we forget how the little things can rankle you for a disproportionately long time. Like yesterday night when I wanted to refill supply of drinking water at one of those RO water vending machines that's getting quite inconspicuous these days. So I brought along my bottles and a slightly larger amount of coins than needed.

There were 3 of those machines side by side, and luck would have it that the one I picked happened to be spoiled that very day. It swallowed in my coins but won't discharge any water. And I have with me 3 empty bottles with few coins left. Hating to return to my room just to get more coins, I decided to change a RM1 note which I happened to have with me.

So I went into my college cafetaria. Sitting at the counter was the owner, a near middle-aged guy, chatting with a young lady worker. And so I asked if I could change some coins. "Duit syling tak ada," he answered gruffly, when it was in plain sight that even a naked mole rat could see, was large stacks of coins lying in the opened cash register. I was quite annoyed, and asked again, "Seringgit pun tak boleh?". He then decided to liken my existence to an annoying gnat and just looked around in a nonchalant, bored way. I stared at him and then to the lady worker next to him, who at least had the decency to look slightly embarassed.

I mean I can totally understand if he doesn't want to change, something along the lines of "Oh, kami nak guna syiling untuk esok" or even a short "Sorry, tak boleh tukar duit syiling" would have been kinda acceptable. But to blatantly lie , rather rudely, and then ignoring me was seriously in bad taste. What ever happened to customer service, or even decent manners?

Well, I've never been much of a fan of this new cafetaria management that took over this semester. The previous management was quite good actually, lots of food variety and quite tasty too. This current owner had less than half the variety of food, poorly stocked bread/snacks/drinks, and just alright food. Like during lunch hour, it will be packed and semi-packed during dinner that I usually plan my way around the crowd if I want to go to the cafe. Right now, it barely picks up the few stragglers here and there. With this kind customer service, I won't be sorry at all to wish its speedy demise.

Sunday 24 February 2008

Current song: Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift; Stop and Stare - One Republic

Came back home this weekend to grab some stuff and go out. Strangely I've been in a rather... whimsical mood this entire week, for lack of a better word. There are tons of better things I could do, but I just took it rather easy and just went along, tacking bits of work here and there.

And oh, the first general election has just been anounced. Yay, my first election ever! Hehe, can't wait to exercise my citizenship right and civic duty.

And on another note, there's a movie that looks quite interesting to me. Generally I avoid spoof and parody movies, given that Meet the Spartans got thrashed and beaten to a bloody pulp by critics and movie-goers. Case in point, Mafia remains the worse movie I've ever seen in a cineplex. However, this trailer does look promising - staying away from the current trend of parodies of just spoofing nonsensically without any coherent storyline, and it features Drake Bell. Who was a child star with an early exposure on Nickelodeon, and co-starring with Amanda Bynes on The Amanda Show. (Yes, I admit it - I do watch Nickelodeon and Disney Channel). Click on the trailer below.



Thursday 14 February 2008

A bit late, but Happy Chinese New Year folks.

CNY this time wasn't that bad. I took leave on CNY eve (Wednesday), and also the following Monday and Tuesday. I've kinda forgotten how relaxing it has been to just chill for a long period of time, guess I've been racking up too much overtime in the weekends. And the usual CNY delicacies of course - like pineapple tarts (from Malacca), long yuk (dried pork), and love letters. And my dad even took us out on sushi. Yay!

Was thinking this time CNY would be quite boring and lonely, but didn't turn out so bad. On the third day, went out with a friend who was visiting her aunt. Ended up with choc-fuls of well, chocolates. Apparently her aunt had came back from UK laden with lots of chocolate. Got to sample lots of delicious chocolate - including large chocolate coins, chocolate with rum and lots more. And here I thought Ferrero Rocher only comes in one flavour - the dark chocolate with slight mint was excellent.

The next day, went to another friend's place again, and bumped into an old friend who was seeing one of my friends there. Damn, it has been what, 4 years since I've seen him? I seriously hate being reminded how old I am, and still amazed at how much time has passed since I stepped out of form 5.

Anyway I watched them played mahjong for a while, me never learning how to play myself. Watched them for a few rounds, and the rules and even the aims of the game still escapes me though I can sorta get what they're trying to to to win. After that we played gin rummy (I think that's how it's spelled) which I've never played before but watched my dad did a long time ago.

With all four of us of the same age, it was 4 rats squaring off. Which one of us would emerge as the top rat? Turns out I was the under-rat of it, as I lost more than 10 bucks after a couple of rounds. While my friend managed to loot more than 10 bucks (with me as the major contributor), plus an additional 10 bucks from the previous mahjong rounds. Sigh.. Maybe a red Mickey Mouse underwear would have done the trick to up my lucky star.

Anyhow, me back to work already right now, and am greeted with the sudden news that one of my colleague is leaving by the end of the week. Yikes! Now the lab's gonna be even more desolate. Not to mention she was the most senior one around, so we usually ask her stuff and its whereabouts and how-tos. Guess I'll have to take up bit more work from now on.

Here's me going to stuff myself on some CNY cookies I stowed away to my room.

Monday 4 February 2008

The Hitcher

No, not the horror slasher movie of a couple who picked up a psychopathic hitchhiker. But I was in car with a complete strange. Just the two of us. For about 20 minutes...

So it goes like this. I pulled some extra work at my lab yesterday, and came back to my college around 6 pm. I had just turned the engine down and was putting up the sunshade when I spotted this guy walking near my direction. A Chinese dude, but doesn't look local. Likely from the batch of students from China that recently came to UKM. (And I just realised that 'Chinese' here has multiple contexts - foreigners use it to refer to people that came from China, I use it to refer to the stereotypical fairer-skin/slit-eyed populace in Malaysia).

Anyway, I was about to get off my car when suddenly he knocked on my window. Thinking maybe he needs some direction, I just opened the door. And then he asked in, in Mandarin obviously,

"Might I trouble you to give me ride to KTM station to buy some food?"

Though likely I'm making up half the sentence, since my Mandarin's like really bad, and I could only figure out that sentence by the words 'trouble', 'KTM', 'buy' and 'food'. And there were some other things he mentioned afterwards which I couldn't get. Anyway, near the KTM station there are some Chinese mix rice, which is quite popular among the Chinese students in UKM as it's rather near and cheap.

So anyway, I was faced with a decision. A complete stranger asking me to give him a ride. Stories of psychopathic killers, muggers with knife briefly flashed my mind. But he does look like a regular guy and harmless. And I'm partial to helping out people who need a ride as I was in their shoes not too long ago and know how inconveniencing it is. And it really has to take a lot of guts, not to mention pride, for him to actually ask a stranger for a ride. In his mind, I in turn might be the crazed killer (though from what 99% of friends tell me, I look too innocent to be considered a threat). After careful deliberation for a few seconds, I obliged and he got into my car.

And so we chatted, sorta. Have I mentioned that my mandarin is bad? And on top of that, his Mandarin also has a slight accent to it. But somehow we managed somewhat with my badly-pronounced and grammatically-erred Mandarin. And most likely half the time I was understanding him wrong and spewing nonsensical Greek to him. If I did, he played the part of a gracious passenger and responded appropriately, even feigning surprise when I told him that I don't really know Mandarin and I speak mostly in other languages.

Bits of conversation which I can state quite confidently as indeed being spoken about include: the course he's studying (IT), his intention to buy car, and him not adapting to the cafetaria food. When we returned, he thanked me profusely for the lift. I just smiled and assured him it was nothing. Ah... it certainly feels great to do a good deed. And that my instincts weren't wrong on giving him a ride.

Edit p/s:
My short encounter with him also made me realise how different, contextually, we are despite sharing a common racial descendant. He asked me whether both of my parents were Chinese (probably because I suck in Mandarin) and whether they were born in Malaysia. I'm not one for tracing my family tree, but I vaguely remember mentions of my grandparents or greatgrandparents arriving in Malaysia. So technically I'm at least the second generation being born and bred here, and he was slightly fascinated by this.

He also asked me whether the food stall was opened by a "China-ian (?)" (pardon my lack of han yi ping yin, what he said chung-quo-ren ". I was slightly surprised, and I replied by a "Yeah, by a Chinese (hua-ren)". Again, the context of the word "Chinese" is vastly different between me and him. As far as I know, no Malaysian Chinese refer to him or herself as "
chung-quo-ren", but as "hua-ren" regardless of the many types of clans and dialects available. Likely because the former has a connotation to China, despite both words also means Chinese (the stereotypical definition of fair-skinned/slit-eyed people across Asia).

I guess subconciously, the majority of the Chinese populace of Malaysia was brought up and grew here, mingling with other races and embracing the culture here. That we've diverged so far from the first settlers who arrived here that we no longer identify with China or it being "the great motherland" or something like that. Which is what really angers me when a few years ago, we were labled as "pendatang" and told that "kalau tak suka, baliklah China".
Which is insulting, as it implies we're not considered full citizens here. There is no other place to go to, no homeland which we harbour a secret desire to return to. It's time politicians and everyone in Malaysia realise that we're all Malaysians, irrespective of skin colour; and that we're all here together, for better or worse.


Wednesday 23 January 2008

A friend just flew back to continue his studies, and we managed to meet up along with a few others old friends. I believe there's something intangible and perhaps entirely magical about old friends. That meeting them after a long time never fails to bring up a smile on your face as you reminisce about the past and talking about the current over drinks at the roadside mamak.



Here it is - my very own coffee addiction rating. 69%... seems quited alright to me. That is from a slightly-biased-personal-opinion of a coffee addict.









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Tuesday 1 January 2008

Ponder

Guess it's that time of year again huh? A year ends, another one begins. Time for one to look back on the previous year; the ups and downs. Wondering if one had been changed by it, for better or worse. I thought I'd do a recap for the previous year, seeing as I've skipped the last one.

The year started off pretty alright. I was in my final semester and busy with my thesis. Towards the month before my thesis, I was surviving on three cups of coffee and less than six hours of sleep daily. Finally did manage to complete my thesis and got an A for it, so my efforts were not for naught.

And how could I forget that thing that cropped up with that stupid (former) friend? That got me all angry and confused the night before my final paper. How could someone be so selfish and silly to end a friendship just because things turned out differently than expected. Three years down the road, and again I got burned by an incident involving individuals who supposedly are people whom you're close to and can trust. Thankfully I did get an A for that paper, despite me getting quite distraught and barely able to grab any sleep that night.

With my stint at university done, it's time to step out into the real world. And honestly, it's a very daunting and terrifying step. Even when I was busy with my thesis, I heard tales of who & who securing for jobs etc. And like most people, I wasn't exactly sure what to do; afraid of taking a wrong step. Sure I had a rough idea what I want to do; but when you're actually at that point and then so many options suddenly opens up, hesitations and doubt begin creeping in.

Just to see how well I could do, I applied for HSBC's Management Development Programme. It was actually rather tough, but it was a good learning albeit nerve-wrecking experience. And when I was actually offered the position, it put me in dilemma. Steady job, good pay and a nice start up the corporate ladder vs the rocky, less-known path of academia and research. In the end, whether out of defiance of conformation, temporary lapse of judgment or plain stubbornness, I turned down the offer for a low-paying temp position as a research assistant in my uni.

Although I've done it twice, I don't think I'll ever get the hang of it - walking away from something and the people whom you practically spent most of your time with for the past few years. Leaving behind people whom I've shared good times with, helped each other with during trying times of lab reports and exams. Or people who I've gotten so close with that I'm at ease to be just be kick back and let loose myself, sarcasm and indignance and all. Individuals who I've spent so much time with through countless debate trainings, tourneys and goofing around; unwittingly a bond develops that is so much more than mere friendship. Through the stress, doubts, misunderstandings, and even tears that ensues; it opens up a side of someone that is rarely seen. And when it's all over and done with, inevitably a whole new level of understanding and trust develops that brings people even closer.

It's hard too, to realise that your time is up and you have to walk away from something you've dedicated so much of energy and time into. To now stand behind the line and watch others do it, only able to offer a small portion of moral support and advice to them. Perhaps out of dedication and love for the people and the sport, or an excuse for a reason to still be around with the people you like, or just a fleeting and futile attempt to capture some of the thrill long gone.

And so 2007 has been a year of big changes of some self-contemplation. Where a period of my life is over and a new phase begins. Can't say I've been looking forward to 2008; it just marks the beginning of another period of the Gregorian calendar. But I do hope that this path I started on would be one that offers what I seek at the end with few regrets.

Happy New Year folks. May you all be blessed with good cheer, love, luck and whatever else you're looking for. And may you all too that climate change is already happening and is here to stay.