1Malaysia Ain't Got Nothing On Me

Despite what people*WHOREN* may think, just because I have a conversation with someone that doesn't mean I've got the hots for them. What I've noticed, and I think I can attribute this to MamaTina, is that if you're nice to people then for the most part, they're nice to you. This is why I actually have conversations with people. Of course, once they've proven that they're incompetent at customer service, all bets are off.

The easiest and fastest way to put people at ease - as I've noticed - is to say simple things in their language. Like when I tapau from the auntie at the cafe behind my house I say things like thank you in Cantonese. I try to order in Cantonese and stuff like that as well. The first time she saw a Malay girl (nevermind that I'm half Chinese - she don't know that) speak Chinese she got so impressed and was immediately smiley and conversational. When I tapau from Indian vegetarian restaurants, a simple manakem and nandre does wonders. It elicits an immediate smile and, "Oh, you speak Indian ah?" and then BAM! life is much easier and happier for everyone involved.

But seriously - think about it. How often have you been so impressed by a gwailo who speaks some Malay? I mean, learning simple words and phrases in the language of the other races that make up Malaysia is all about what Malaysia is. I personally get pretty put off by expats who've lived in Malaysia for xx number of years and never bothered to learn a word of Malay or try Malaysian street food. Nevermind learning French, Italian or Japanese. Learn to be Malaysian.

All The Wrong Choices

I've just realised that I have this uncanny ability to make the wrong choices. Sure, most think that I have a great life and not much to complain about, which is essentially true - me complaining would be like ridiculous. I'm way too careful about the big decisions like career and stuff to make a mistake.

It's the other things that you think don't matter that get past you. Sure there's stuff like always choosing the wrong lane in traffic jams. And then there are the things like men and love, which TV and movies made me believe would "just happen" because "if it were meant to be, it's meant to be". That true love would never hurt and love means happily ever after. Bullshit.

In this case, my choices are always like getting caught in traffic. Whenever I switch lanes to one that I think will get me there faster, it stops moving. Whenever I stay my lane, people cut me off. I just want to stop and get off the road until there's no more traffic. And if it feels like home, then that's home.

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Whaddup?

So I've just found an unlocked wireless network in the area. Awesome. I suspect it belongs to my cousin so it's not stealing.

It's day 4 of my between jobs break and I've been positively unproductive. Innit grand? But seriously, I'm feeling really lethargic so the next few days will be devoted to housework, light exercise and recipe trials. I know. It's like I'm friggin Martha Stewart right?

I've also signed up to retake my CFA in December so I suppose I should get some studying done. Or something. Whatever. Back to the tai-tai life.

Boobs out.

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That Little Difference

There are still people in this world who wonder if that small change that they make will really make a difference. Will me forgoing this one plastic bag really help change the world? Will me using a sports bottle instead of buying a bottle at the gym really make that much of a difference? I've done some quick Googling and Excel-ling and calculating to come up with how you can quantify the difference you make (I bet you saw that coming).

I know a lot of the facts and figures used are very American-centric, but I can't help it. It's the easiest nation on earth to Google. Let's quantify how much you can save the world by.

1. How much of a difference does 1 bottle of water make?

A lot of people throw a lot of figures around as to how much of a difference a bottle of water makes. In truth, it takes 17 million barrels of crude oil to make the 29 billion bottles of water p.a. that America consumes (Source: National Geographic). Let's see how that works out:




Basically, recycling 1 bottle or using 1 bottle less than you already do will save 0.09 litres of oil. Assuming you have a small tank car, you would need to recycle just over 429 bottles to save enough for a full tank. For me, I'd have to save just under 676 bottles per tank.

That statistic can actually be quite depressing and discouraging. It's a bit like, "What, so I saved all these bottles to recycle and I forwent my mineral water for this?" Never fear. I won't leave you hanging. Let's look at it a different way.



According to RecycleSpot.org, the energy it takes to generate 1 plastic bottle can be used to power a 60W lightbulb for up to 6 hours, which means if the average 3-person household consumes 6,000 kWh per year (like the University of California says), then recycling 46 bottles a day or roughly 15 bottles per person will be enough to make up for your electricity consumption. That's a much more achievable target.

2. How much difference does a plastic bag make?


Plastic bags are tiny things - so useful and indispensable. Now that the whole world is against plastic bags, I always catch myself thinking, "What harm can it do if I use a plastic bag this time?" Apparently, quite a bit.



Apparently it takes more oil to make a plastic bag than it does to make a plastic bottle, which is a bit odd if you ask me. Nevertheless, if the statistic of 37 million barrels of oil to make 3 billion plastic bags is true, then saving 7 plastic bags will get you 1km of oil. It takes saving just 20 plastic bags to make up for a full tank of oil for the average-sized car. It's a bit shocking, isn't it, how much difference a plastic bag makes?

So the next time you forgo a plastic bag or a plastic bottle, you can keep count and figure out how many tanks of oil you've saved.

I'm Sorry, A Malaysian Habit

There are those who say that apologising is a sign of weakness, or an admission of wrongdoing. Some people contend that they should never apologise to their wife or their kids or their staff because that would indicate that they're less than all-knowing, all-powerful.

Malaysians have a different way to go about it. Malaysians have a habit of apologising for anything and everything that they've done. When bidding farewell to somebody, a common habit is to say, "Maaf, ya, kalau saya bersalah" (translation: "I'm sorry for any wrongdoings, perceived or otherwise. I did not mean it"). When going around wishing Selamat Hari Raya to one another, Malaysians follow up with "Maaf zahir dan batin" (translation: "I'm sorry, from my body and my soul"). This particular practice is not a Muslim practice, but a cultural practice. The result is that people are forgiven at least once a year for their sins and their wrongdoings to one another.

I noticed during my stint with Raleigh International that some were baffled by this habit. They ask, "What if you did mean it? What if you really don't like them?"

The answer is that it's not the point of whether you meant it or not, or whether you didn't like them. I feel that if, even if it's by custom, you are forced to apologise to someone, then you are telling yourself to let it go - that if this is the last time you ever see this person, then let the parting be in good faith. And just like that, you feel a burden lifted if it is with someone you've been feuding with. The underlying assumption of the custom is that even though you have fought, that the fight was not because you are bad people or that you wished them ill, but due to circumstance or a difference of personality.

Some Malaysians have said that the phrases have been so overused and it's become such a habit that nobody means it anymore. I've heard that some people tell others, "Don't say that. It is not meaningful." While I agree that you should not say it if you don't mean it, my personal experience has been that I grew up being taught to recite it to others like a lifeline at particular occassions, and while it was just a practice at one point in my life, it has become more than that to me.

Every year, I wake up and dress and go see my parents, where I bend to salam and kiss their hands and say, "Maaf zahir dan batin", and every year, though they don't see it, I tear a little bit. Every year, I make the rounds and do the same with colleagues, friends and relatives with the same feeling of goodwill and the same understanding that, as I say it, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, and we start again from a solid foundation. There's no such thing as, "I accept your apology but not for this particular fight or that issue". It's a complete wipeout.

This habit of Malaysians is one I feel that if the rest of the world adopted, people would be far more understanding of one another.

NB: This does not apply to people who have been banished from my life because they don't want to belong to it, clearly because they never apologised to me. Just saying.