Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Amazing Ipoh Trip - Part 2 (Down Memory Lane)

So in Part 1 of my Amazing Ipoh Trip, I and my family braved climbing a high cave in Ipoh and not to mention a freaky hotel at a train station, and those were some of the 'unusual' places we visited in my parents' cozy little hometown of Ipoh. Another part of the fun was also revisiting some of the old places we used to go to regularly as children, which for us included one of our late grandmother's old home in this place called Merdeka Garden (if you ask me how to get there, I would be completely lost coz' my dad does all the driving in Ipoh. :P).

So this is my grandma's old house, and my brother and I were quite sad when we saw it because....


...it looked...so... NEW! The house had been sold to someone we didn't know and the gate and few other things had been replaced, so it certainly was not the old haunt we were familiar with.

However, we brightened up as soon as we saw this...


The old playground near our grandma's place, where my brother and I used to love going to play at, was still there. And it looked EXACTLY the same! Except for one rather new and strange looking rocket thingy which I conveniently left out of the pictures. But anyway, my bro and I had a fun time reliving our childhood days and having a go at the playground. These are the old bars that I liked to climb, sit down and look over everyone else at the playground. Haha....

And the big concrete tubes, which kinda reminds me of something I would put in my gerbil's cage for them to play in....

Then my brother wanted to visit his old primary school (I was too young at the time, so I never went to school in Ipoh, and had no school to visit). So we drove over there, and while my dad rested in the car, I followed my bro and his wife into his old primary school and documented the grand event.

You would think there should've been a school guard or something that would've at least asked us what was our business there, if not prevent us from going in. Well, there was a guard, but when we walked up to the guardhouse to ask permission to go in, he didn't even bother to ask anything. My brother just told him this was his old school and he just wanted to look around, and the guard was ok with it.

I don't give them points for security, that's for sure!

So we got in a got right up to where my bro's old classroom used to be, which is the class in session right behind him and his wife (I think she was quite embarrassed walking around a school while it was in session. Ah well....).


Anyhow, according to my bro, everything was pretty much the same as he remembered, even the classroom chairs, the nearby 'lalang' he used to run around in with his friends, and even the cafeteria, of which he had very fond memories of the food...

... or not.

And the school was still fully operational, with some kids in class at the time. I didn't want to disturb their lessons, so I practiced my fine art of discreet photo-taking as we walked past the classroom.
It takes great skill to take such a good discreet photo, ya know! :P

*Ahem*... the next place we dropped by was my dad's old school this time, St Michael's, which is a rather nice looking old school kinda... school.
We didn't go inside, but merely drove into the compound to look around. There was also this prefect walking back and forth outside the doors of the school, doing the sign of the cross repeatedly as he walked.

Perhaps he was bored. Perhaps he was praying. Perhaps he was possessed. Whatever it was, guarding the silly school gate was one of the many reasons I never wanted to be a prefect in school (guarding the school toilet was another reason). And I turned out pretty fine without ever having been one. La dee daaa...

Alrighty, so that was my family's short trip down memory lane in Ipoh. Stay tuned for Part 3 of the Amazhing Ipoh trip... the one you've all salivating for... FOOD. Hmm.... :) Hold your tummies, people!


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Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Amazing Ipoh Trip - Part 1 (Sights & Sounds)

My brother and his new wife from the US came back to Malaysia a couple of weeks ago to visit and have their customary Malaysian Chinese super-indulgent wedding dinner (since they had their actual wedding in the US). And before I continue with anything else, may I just say that helping to arrange other people's wedding dinners are quite a bit of work, so when or if I get married, I'm going to try to make sure other people to do the work for me as much as possible. Bwahaha.

Anyway, after the wedding the 3 of us together with our dad took a short 2 day trip back to my parent's hometown in Ipoh, Perak. We used to go back pretty often when we were younger during Chinese New Year to visit the grandparents and other relatives, but as all my grandparents have passed away, we no longer go back to Ipoh very often. Usually the trip back is a rather mundane one for me... I was the typical kid who wasn't much up to staying at grandma's less-than-fancy house with the freezing showers coz' they had no heater.. and I would have to go with mum and dad to visit all these people whom I can't really speak to well coz' they mostly speak Chinese and I am quite the banana (yellow on the outside, white on the inside. Go figure). Then I would forget about them for the rest of the year until the next CNY when I had to go and visit them again. We would go to the same places, visit the same people and eat the same food... but coz' Ipoh's food is dang good, that's the one part of the routine that I was totally cool with.

This time around was interesting though, coz' we hadn't been back to Ipoh in ages, and it wasn't the same routine as before.... except for the food, which is pretty much a mandatory thing everytime we go to Ipoh (we always go to the same food places!). This time was more like a trip down memory lane as we visited some old haunts, and also visited some new places in Ipoh too. And since I have a tonne of wonderful photos and stories to share, this shall be my first of three parts on my story of our Amazing Ipoh Trip. Part 2 will be about our trip down memory lane and Part 3 (which I'm sure you'll all be waiting for!) is about the FOOOOOOD. Hmmm....

I shall start off with the new places we visited that we don't normally go to, coz' I've just gotta tell about the freaky hotel we were almost going to stay in. Actually, my bro and his wife wanted to stay in a colonial-like hotel coz' they thought that would be interesting. So they searched online and found a place called the Majestic Station Hotel, located at the same building as a KTM train station. It seemed pretty colonial, but my dad kept on saying it was a crummy place, which kinda annoyed the rest of us who hadn't even seen the place yet. Anyhow, we went there to check it out and decide if it was worth staying.

The building on the outside did look pretty colonial. We took a walk around the train station just to have a better looksee.


There was a nice little park outside with the Ipoh tree where the town got its name from.

That's me being a camwhore!
The hotel was on the right side of the station, and soon as we saw the staircase leading up to the hotel, with a really old-style and creaky elevator right next to it, my bro and sis-in-law had their doubts about this place.

They decided we were probably better off staying off somewhere else and they were ready to leave. I, however, thought since we were already there, we might as well go all the way and make doubly sure the place is as crummy as it looks on the outside. So I put on my 'muka tebal' (thick face), marched right up to the receptionist and asked if we could have a look inside the rooms (my bro and sis-in-law were following behind and somewhat embarassed, I think, coz' apparently this is unheard of in the US... but I figured since the place looks dingy and unpopular, they probably would be happy to show us around for a chance at us giving them some business).

And indeed, the guy was most happy to show us a room, which looked every bit and crummy and we imagined. And from this pic, a little bit spooky too.

I snuck that photo while walking out. Thank God I didn't see any strange things in this photo. On the way out, we actually were brave enough to try the dingy elevator, which is one of those old versions where we have to open and close the door ourselves!.

The whole dang thing creaked as it started moving, and creaked even louder when it stopped at the bottom floor. I think that was the deciding factor for all of us to run away as far as possible form this hotel and never look back. We ended up staying at the Grand View hotel, which is not particularly special, but certainly a lot better than this place.

Next interesting but less freaky place we had a visit at was the Perak Cave Temple. Actually, it's one of many cave temples in Perak, but for some reason, this one has the honour of getting this name.

Some of the elaborate paintings they had on the cave walls. Technically still counts as graffiti, right?

As with most caves, they make us walk up a whole bunch of stairs to see more cool stuff, and so we did and this is what we got.

I was thinking the Chinese word meant 'Congratulations!' for those who made it all the way to the top, but apparently it meant 'Buddha'. Oh well, a banana wouldn't know any better. I still think it means 'Congratulations!". Especially since we also had to do some hefty rock lifting.

Oh yeah, all that working out at the gym seems to be paying off. Lol! My bro's been working to. See, he does rock climbing good, yes?

Well, it was supposed to look like he was rock climbing but ended up looking like the top half of his body was growing out of the rock. Ah well.

All in all, the temple was pretty ok, though not the most awe-inspiring temple I've seen. On the way out, I gave a scare to one of the many mongrel dogs outside the temple who seemed to have made their home in this place. It was looking away while I snuck behind it to take a photo, and just when it saw me I caught it's picture and the priceless-"What the $@#??"-look on its face!

I really should learn to stop traumatizing the animals. Anyway, that's all for Part 1. We didn't really visit a lot of places, but hey better than nothing, right? Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Amazing Ipoh Trip!


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Thursday, July 16, 2009

A Tale of Two Mentalities

Yesterday, I had a problem with my work laptop. Actually, signs of the problem started months ago, as the laptop provided to me was an old model. I noticed it occasionally was making strange bleeping noises, and it was not normal kind of bleeps like the one you hear when the comp starts up, but it was coming directly from my hard drive, and every time the noises started, my laptop would hang for a while. At first it was not so bad, but eventually it got worse, and I brought it up to my company's IT guy, who told me they had just ordered some new laptops so most likely mine would be replaced. So I was crossing my fingers and hoping that my hard drive would hold out til then, but today the bleeping got so bad and my comp was being stalled for so long, I got really fed up and decided to tell my boss about the problem directly, so that he could decide whether or not get it repaired or allocate one of the new lappies to me. Since my boss was out of office, I sent him an email telling him about the problem. He has a Blackberry (for the uninformed, that's that nifty little phone, , so he got my email right away, and amazingly (to me), two minutes later, he gave me a call and told me that it wouldn't be a problem to get my laptop replaced. They had some spare newer laptops and I could get mine replaced the following week when he returned from outstation. And I was pleasantly surprised, and pretty happy that he responded to me so quickly, and he wanted to make sure my problem was solved as soon as possible (well, I was happy until several extreme loud bleeps later in the day, my lappy decided to pass out. That's another problem for me, but deviating from my post here).

The reason I am pleasantly surprised is because this issue reminds me of a time in my previous company, where I had a similar problem but received a rather different response. Just so you know, if you don't already, I'm currently working for an international company which has offices all over the world but not that well-known in Malaysia (and in my few months here, I've so far gotten to meet and work with colleagues from offices in other countries, which I think is pretty awesome, but that's deviating from my story again), whereas my previous company is a large government-linked company (GLC) that's very well known in Malaysia.

What happened in my previous company was that, although it was a well-established, supposedly good company, I and most of my colleagues on my team were not provided with work laptops when we joined the company. For several months, the story was that they had applied for the laptops to the IT department, but they couldn't get it to us for so long due to God knows what problems. It was like every week, they would tell us that the laptops 'should be coming within the next two weeks', but it would be delayed. So for the first few months, I had to bring my personal laptop for work.... and at the time, I hadn't yet bought my lovely red lappy. I only had a crappy old and bulky Compaq, with a keys that were not functioning properly, so I had to connect to an external keyboard. Imagine having to carry all that around outstation to my work sites! But I didn't even complain about that. The problem started when my personal lappy hard drive also started acting up, and my comp would just occasionally refuse to start up. Not very good for productivity, of course. So at a point when it got pretty bad, I also brought the issue up to my boss at the time and asked him to try and get the IT people to send the laptops to our team as soon as possible, not just for myself but also for the rest of my team. At the time, he seemed ok with my request. Later on, however, I did some things in my work which I thought was reasonable actions for any employee, but for some reason, it ticked off my boss and he got on my case a LOT (mind you, I work the same way in my current company as I did there, and my current manager and boss have told me they like the way I work. Needless to say, I'm pretty happy about that!). Won't go into the details, but in a nutshell, my ex-boss thought I was asking for or about things I shouldn't have been asking for. One of it, he brought up later on, was about me asking for the laptop. Apparently he thought that I was being too demanding for asking for the company laptop to be brought in faster.

Naturally, at that point I was blinking at him, and I believe my thoughts at the time were something along the lines of "What the @%$&??". And I was not the only one who got the rap for asking for a new comp. My other colleagues who didn't even have a personal laptop were stuck using a PC that was close to a piece of junk coz' it was very slow and ridden with viruses, so naturally they couldn't get much work done on it. Instead of understanding our problem and helping to get us new comps as soon as possible so it would increase our productivity, he gave us some whacked out, almost-sarcastic reply about how last time he didn't even have a computer to work on and we should be thankful that company is providing something, even if it's a piece of junk computer, or the laptops arrive a few months late.

This a tale of two mentalities. The first is the mentality of my expatriate boss who understands that a cranky laptop does not make for good work productivity, therefore he does not consider my request for a new laptop demanding. Instead his logical reaction is to get my laptop replaced as soon as possible. The second mentality is of a local boss of certain race, whom, when I ask for something more than I already have, even though it is for the purpose of improving my productivity and benefiting the company, his first assumption was that I was being demanding and that I wanted a new laptop for my personal gain. He completely ignored the fact that until I learn how to magically burp or poop out reports, I can't get much work done without a properly functioning computer.

Ok lah, I'll be frank at the risk of being shot down. My ex-boss was a Malay. However, let me clarify this is not an issue of race. I know a lot of very nice Malays, so I have nothing against the race per se. The issue here is the illogical management of resources (I'm talking about employees, not just laptops) of people such as my ex-boss, whom it just so happens that most (fortunately, not all) of these people are Malays. And I believe that the reason this mentality dominates among the Malays is it has sprouted from decades of a Malay-dominated government teaching that such a mentality is perfectly acceptable. The mentality is that it is better to be thankful for what you have already received from a generous giver, than it is to ask for more things, even though it will increase the productivity of the receiver and eventually the whole organisation (in this case, the government, and in my case, my ex-company).

We hear it all the time from Malay leaders, every time the non-Malay community gripes about ot having the same benefits as the Malays. One especially pertinent issue being the fact that many bright non-Malay students with excellent academic results do not receive scholarships, while their Malay counterparts with less than great exam results get a free ticket to study overseas from the government. The excuse given, or so I've read, is that our non-Malay forefathers agreed over 50 years ago after independence that we would get our citizenship in exchange for the Malays getting more benefits, and also this was because the Malays are the time were not faring well economically. Therefore, these politicians explain, we non-Malays should be happy with what was so generously given to us and not ask for so much. I suppose it's because they are so used to getting government hand-outs even though most of the time (not all the time, as there are some smart and hardworking Malays) they do nothing to deserve it, that's why it's more important for them to be grateful than to be productive. Yeah, not a very nice comment to make, but it's happening and you can't shoot me down for saying out loud what everyone already knows.

As such, most bright non-Malay students with excellent academic results who do not receive local scholarships, get offered scholarships by private institutions or even other countries like Singapore. And so many smart Malaysians leave the country to work else where and don't come back because they know they know there is no benefit for them simply because they are not Malay, and this had lead to the current brain-drain. If they had been given incentives to stay and work in Malaysia, no doubt the country would be doing much better economically, and this would benefit the whole country. But nooooonononono.... it is more important that we be grateful and accept what we have than to ask for better opportunities. In the end, when the bright non-Malays decide to jump ship, they get neither gratefulness or productivity. Isn't that a fantastic deal for our country?

Again, let me be very clear that this is not an issue of race, or even about the Malay's benefits. If our forefathers agreed that the Malays get more benefits than the non-Malays, then I'm cool with that coz' that was the original agreement. So people can argue about whether the Malay benefits should be dropped til the cows come home for all I care. My gripe is that even if more opportunities go to the Malays, I don't understand why they are willing to leave the obviously brilliant non-Malays in the dust . Since the government obviously can afford it, why not give scholarships to all the bright non-Malay students as well? Then at least the country will retain people who are good at what they do, which will benefit the Malaysia's economy in the long-run. Instead, the brilliant non-Malays who don't get government funding are usually given scholarships by other institutions or countries Singapore. Then the government complains that Singapore is stealing our people. Doh. >_< And education is just one area, let's not start about all the other areas in which business-savvy non-Malays who are good at what they do lose out just coz' our leaders can't take a step back and see the big picture on what will benefit the country in the long run.

Tis a chilling tale indeed.... -_-


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The Butter vs. Marjarine debate - Part 2

I mentioned on the first part of my posts on the butter vs. marjarine debate that I would love to take the time to do little experiments and test out the claims of all those annoying dodgy spam emails that I get ever so often. I also mentioned another part of the dodgy butter vs. marjarine email that really bugged me, which is this little sentence here:

"YOU can try this yourself, purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or shaded area, within a couple of days you will note a couple of things, no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it,( that should tell you something) it does not rot, smell differently...Because it has no nutritional value, nothing will grow on it, even those teeny weeny microorganisms will not a find a home to grow...Why? because it is nearly plastic. Would you melt your tupperware and spread that on your toast?"

Ok, so since this sounded like a relatively cheap, simple and not-time-consuming experiment, I decided to take up this guy's challenge and buy a tub of marjarine. Actually, it wasn't so much for this experiment but more coz' I wanted some to go on my Hainanese bread toast and kaya, and obviously I didn't give a hoot about the claims in this email, even before I could verify anything with my experiment. Heh.

Anyhow, as any respectable scientist would know, it is always good to have controls in your experiment, or a similar item, subjected to the same conditions of your experiments, to compare with your test subject to see if changes are significant (or something along those lines. My science geekiness is a little rusty). In this case, I decided to compare marjarine to the butter, obviously, and also mill. Since both marjarine and butter are made of milk, I thought it would be interesting to compare what happened to all three kinds of stuff if I left them out for a few days.

So I took a little bit of butter...

... and threw into a tub.


And took a bit of marjarine...

And threw that into a tub.

And then I mixed a bit of milk powder with water, and threw that into a tub...

So I had the following:

3 lovely samples for my experiment! And for the next few days, I left the 3 tubs somewhere in my room, just lying around, and every day I checked each tub to see the changes.

I also took photos of each sample on each day to document any changes. However, since the changes on a day-to-day basis weren't all that significant, I'm gonna be a lazy scientist and not post all the photos.

In summary, what happened to the milk was exactly what I expected to happen. After a couple of days, it started to curdle and was becoming rather stinky. Something I didn't quite expect is that ants started coming after the milk. And some of the dumb little fellas drowned in it, of course, so at the end of 4 days, the milk looked like this:

Good ol' curdled milky goodness with ants thrown in for extra protein. Yuck. By the end of 4 days, the stink was becoming a bit to much for me to tolerate in my room, so I chucked the stinky milk away.

As for the butter and marjarine, however, at the end of 5 days (I kept these both a little longer than the milk), I noticed no change in smell in either of them, and very little change in appearance (they looked more melted. Understandable in Malaysian weather). I didn't notice any strange specks or other signs of strange life that may be growing on the marjarine... OR the butter. Which suggests that nothing was growing on either one.

The butter, however, seemed to 'break down' over those few days, and stuff that seemed to be oil was collecting at the bottom of the butter tub. And ants were also attracted to this stuff, and getting all stuck in the oily stuff. So in the end, my tub of butter looked like this:

Note the little black ants stuck on the tub walls and some floating around the clear liquid stuff. I guess those ants died a pretty happy death.

As for the marjarine, it didn't ooze out any oily stuff, but appear pretty much the same as it originally did throughout the experiment. Some ants were also attracted to it, but I found fewer dead ants at the marjarine compared to the butter and milk. I suspect that number of ants that visited the butter and marjarine tubs would have been about the same, however, the fewer dead ants observed in the marjarine tub may have been because there wasn't any liquid in the marjarine tub to trap and kill the ants.


So the end of 5 days, my summary of findings are:
1) Milk looked markedly different, and smelled different too. Butter and marjarine did not smell differently, and appearance-wise, only butter was oozing some oil. Marjerine appeared the same.

2) No sign of fungi or other microbes growing on either butter or marjarine.

2) Milk attracted a lot of ants, and butter seemed to attract quite a bit too, but fewer ants were found at the marjerine tub.

Based on these results, I am tempted to rebuke the spam email writer's claim that nothing goes after marjarine, coz' ants did go after it a bit too. However, since my 3 tubs were placed close to each other, I think there is a possibility that the dead ants in the marjarine tub may have just happened to wander there while being attracted to the milk or butter. Also, the fact that nothing else seemed to be growing on the marjarine seems to support the email writer's claim....

BUT! Butbutbutbutbut.... there was also no obvious sign of microbial growth on the butter as well. And the butter's smell ALSO didn't change. Which implies that while marjarine may be lacking in nutritional value and all the other stuff that attracts bugs and little microorganisms to grow on it, butter appears to be not much better... except for the evidence of the ants.... but these may have 'accidently' gotten stuck in the butter oil substance on the way to visit the milk too.

So basically, what I'm getting at is that marjarine may have no nutrional value, but according to the writer's assumption that 'healthy' food will rot, stick and attract pests, butter doesn't seem to be much better than marjarine. So really, if you wanna boycott marjarine, might as well boycott butter too. :P

Of course, any good scientist would know that this experiment is lacking an important element of a proper experiment, which is replication (repeating the experiment to see if results are the same) and probably could be improved in a lot of ways. But since I'm the lazy scientist, I just can't be bothered to do it again just to be doubly sure. I'm still happily eating my marjarine with toast and so far I haven't gotten any heart attacks yet or keeled over, so I think I'm good with the marjarine.

My next aim is to the test another chain email that states that our local favourite unhealthy snack, 'pisang goreng' (fried banana fritters) is cooked with melted plastic in oil to make its crispiness last longer. I'm reeeeeaaaallly curious on whether this is true. Just hope I ever find the time to try this experiment out. Heh!


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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Dang these comments!

I just realized today that the link to make comments on my posts wasn't working (That would explain why I wasn't getting any comments. Why don't you people who've tried to comment tell me these things? -_-).

Anyway, I was pretty ticked off about it and thought something was wrong with the blog template I was using, and I had to change something in the html code. But considering my html knowledge ain't great, and the only thing I know about other types of codes like XHTML, XML, CSS, etc is the alphabets in the name of the code, I was pretty lost looking back at my blog template trying to figure out what I needed to change. I couldn't think of anyone I know who could help me try and figure out the problem, except for my brother in the US, so I emailed him. But I was thinking if he couldn't figure it out, then I might have to go to W3Schools (same site I learned about HTML) and do a self-reading crash course in these other programming languages so I could better understand the problem on my template and fix it myself. That would've taken up so much time! And I hate all this programming stuff! Like why do these programming languages have to be complicated?? I fantasize of the day when I can type whatever I want into my comp (eg. "Make my comments form pop up NOW, or I'll throw you out the window!") and the comp will understand and do exactly what I want it to.

Thankfully, I managed to find a Google forum in which someone else posted about the same problem, and got a good reply.

Apparently I just needed to change my comments settings on my blog dashboard, so that my comments form would pop up. So I did it, in all of about one minute. And voila, problem was solved! You can all comment here properly now.

I feel happy and dumb all at the same time! Woo hoo duh!


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