Chinese pau Good, Malay pau Bad
by Yuen

No, I am not out of topic.

No, I don’t intend to be a racist. Or connoting that Malays are bad cooks.

I was having a meeting today and among the refreshment we have for the meeting today is paus, Malay paus. Usually I seldom pay attention to Malay pau that much but because I am kinda broke lately, plus the fact that my waistline has exceed the desirable measurement, I tapau some of the kuih leftovers from the meeting today as my dinner.

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The Politics of Tudung Labuhs
by Yuen

I always get the right answers because I always ask the right question. I think that many do not know to seize the opportunity to learn from others when they have the chance. Conversation with strangers in the bus, field trip to old folk’s home and even that colleagues or classmates that may seem ordinary enough may have a lesson or two that you might benefit from. Those people who dresses up, dressing themselves up in weird ways that are ordinary inside- they need to have effort to make themselves different form others. It is those people who seem ordinary that are different- they don’t even have to put effort at all, they just are. I mean, just look at Jeff Ooi, he looks like an ordinary uncle residing in USJ area that you see watering plants in the evening that you say hi to whenever you jog around your neighbourhood. That is when you ask your question. My stale overused cliché of not judging people from their cover.

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Holding On To Tradition
by Yuen

My dad’s side of the family is consisting of six of his elder sisters, then my dad and his brother. My dad’s brother i.e. my uncle has passed away a few years back from a road accident and that means in the Yuen’s family, my dad bears the sole responsibility to the continuation of the Yuen surname. My dad has two offspring, one boy, me and one girl, my sister. And now it means that the continuation of the surname is now on my shoulder.

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Back in my secondary school days, I studied that gases molecules moves in a random, everchangingly in a movement called as “Gerakan Brown”, according to my textbook, which is bahasa. It was first observed by a scientist named, of course, Brown, of the pattern of pollen in water, before further advancement of science later that enable human to observe similar patterns of movement in the gases atoms and molecules. Each atoms and molecules will move in a chaotic manner, without any telling of the direction that it will move later; collisions to solid matters or walls of the container or among the atoms will bring to a shift of direction.

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HAZE IS GOOD FOR YOU!!
by Yuen

With all the recent hoo-haas about how haze is bad for you and opportunists taking chances asking smokers to kick their habit, as this is a “good time for smokers to quit”, I’m holding on to the old adage of there is a silver lining behind every dark clouds, seeing the positive sides of this man made catastrophe, I’m thankful for this to happen around the nation. I have a proposition for you.

One of the main reason of the people’s apathy to basically everything that matters, be it environmental concerns or social awareness is because of their comfort zone abode, because things like lack of clean water access and poverty never affected them, the robotic middle class too busy with their money making and vigorous consuming. Fortunately, there is a slightly blurry, but yet bright light ahead of our tunnel: Haze.

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Conditioning
by Yuen

“…it always strikes me as odd that people see my world as something alien and strange, while a world made up of ultra-handsome, charismatic models seems normal”

– Daniel Clowes, alternative comic artist, responsible for works such as Ghost World, David Boring and Caricature, when asked about the “weirdo” nature of his characters.

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Every day I faithfully took the same path to work, even driving on the same lane on a three lane Federal Highway, the lane in the left.

I go the same road although there are many, many paths to my workplace from Shah Alam to PJ.

The same road, the same street, seeing the same buildings, avoiding the same potholes, looking to the same bored faces in every car, stopping in the same traffic lights, circling in the same roundabout, turning the same junctions.

Every single day.

Same time too, I leave at 7.48 a.m. from home.

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