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Food.

We all eat food. While our food selection might differ, the general idea of eating is the same. We eat not only to satisfy our physical need, but also emotionally. Many people ignore the emotional aspect of eating. I consider the act of ladling your food itself carrying a deeper significance.

By now, I’m going to assume you have heard of my favorite food, Nasi Lemak. (If you haven’t please browse my previous posts).

In some ways, I consider Nasi Lemak a friend. Someone that has been there for me in ways you can’t even imagine. Funny how for someone who doesn’t have a human attribute, it sometimes “speak” to me in subtle ways.

I was five when I had my first Nasi Lemak. I could still remember the “crunch” sound eating the dried anchovies. I have to admit, I’ve always had an unexplained addiction to this sound. I liked how despite the hard nature of anchovies, I had the ability to crush them and enjoyed the brittles in the process. No matter how salty or hard the anchovies were, I’d go on and never stopped. In some ways, this thought me perseverance. To keep going on no matter how hard things get.

Growing up, I always had the privilege of walking to school. My parents were convinced that no one would kidnap me along the way (they were right).

It was the thought of reaching the Nasi Lemak stall nearby that kept me going. It was my own version of a reward for attending school. Over the years, this reinforced my attendance in school. I’ve never skipped class (deliberately at least) in my 11 years of school. In fact, I’d often be the shinning example of perfect attendance. I’d like to thank Nasi Lemak for that. I realized to keep people going, they need motivation. That’s why often times I share with people the benefits they get from working on something. It helps to put the right perspective in place. Today, I am the president for most clubs I’m in. All I did was follow my Nasi Lemak’s advice.

Exams were never really my favorite part of school. I consider exams as Stress Management Practical. Nevertheless, I had my own share of stressing out. On the day of exams, I’d normally buy a packet of Nasi Lemak and carry it to school. I liked how nasi lemak in packets required diligence in opening them. You always had to start from the right side so that your Nasi Lemak would not make a mess. Over the years, I’ve turned into an expert when it came to this. I’ve learned how to analyze different packaging and ways to unfold them. Similarly, when I found different problems, I’ve always twitched my methods to fit the problem until I find the right formula. In exams, I stick to the most effective methods to solve equations and write essays. As a result, I’ve earned a good grade. More than that, I’ve understood the importance of finding the right path in doing something.

Nasi Lemak has given me another reason to love Malaysia. In fact, I dread leaving Malaysia because I’d have to miss a year of my good old friend. To be honest, I was contemplating whether to learn how to cook Nasi Lemak. In one way, it was my way to feel closer to home. But I ask myself, if I could make Nasi Lemak whenever I could, would it take away the special bond we have. Could reproducing mean it’s no longer special? More than that, could it mean that I’m not letting Nasi Lemak “speak” to me subtly, as how it always did.

Letting Go

I’ve got 20 days left in Malaysia. Things are starting to hit me. I’ve started to appreciate the buildings I usually pass. I no longer read books in the train, I spend time gazing the skylines and observing the people around me. Somehow, these small things begin to matter.

 I ask myself everyday, is my education abroad really worth it? Am I really lucky or am I merely hired to play the role of my nation’s pride?

 I come back once a year, only if my bank statement permits. Yet it feels as if I havent been in this place for ages. The road changed and new buildings have long been erected. It’s sad sometimes, I’m feel like a tourist in my own country.

 I looked back at how my American education helped, and words can’t sum up how much it’s impacted me. It was my very own “admantium”, building character.

 I no longer accept facts blindly as how I was trained, I question them. In fact, I find more intellectual pride in asking questions. Some of my military friends would disagree with me, like they say “those who don’t obey, can’t command”. For me, that phrase does not develop leadership, it makes it easy.

 Being away made me care even more. I no longer have the patience to tolerate political-lunacy. In fact, my expectations have only increased. I silently judge people who don’t take the country seriously. If you don’t, who else will?

 At this point of time, I’m not sure whether I’m ready to leave Malaysia. There is just so many things to experience and get done. The thought of leaving itself makes me feel guilty. How could you leave something, when it is in need of you?

I know leaving home is going to be hard. I haven’t found the right “thought” to justify it. I know many things await me at Oxford. I know I have assume all my responsibilities soon. The thought of leaving home might be hard, but you never know the value of something, until it’s taken away from you. 

Mathematics of Religious-ism

Mathematics of religious-ism
Disclaimer: If you’re a narrow minded, who expects everyone to convert to your religion because you think it’s the best solution to all world problems, kindly leave this page.Today, I’m calling out people who have been the culprits of inter-faith arguments over the years. Please read on and help me identify anyone you may know.

1)        I read a ridiculous article online yesterday. A so-called “Muslim” preacher trying to ridicule Hinduism through slides and presentation of our pantheon. I quote, “ The reason I’m doing this is not to ridicule other religion but to help people realize the beauty of Islam”. Help me make sense. How does ridiculing other religion help enhance one’s belief in a different religion? Even if does, how could anyone compare two completely different religions and arrive at a conclusion? I call these people, “Skewed-boxplots”.  “Skewed” because they are prejudiced, biased and refuse to understand other religions in their own terms. “Boxplots” only because they live in their own rectangular world with perfect edges, pushing other religions to the furthest point possible. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Muslim preachers. I went to a 99.9% Muslim populated boarding school, and I had a great time learning about Islam. In fact, my close friends are Muslims who earned my respect.  What I’m against here is ridiculing other religions regardless of your affiliations.

2)        Next up is my personal favorite. I call them, “lower-rangers”.  They are people who are who scout the Internet for articles relating to their religions and constantly share it in an attempt to spread awareness or think themselves as “rangers” of their religion. Now, again don’t get me wrong. Sharing it is perfectly fine; in fact, I like to read different articles about different religion. Problem here is when you share without researching. Thousand of people these days, self-proclaim themselves to be religious masters. Some who actually spend time researching and analyzing claims, while the others who “lower” their researching habits and merely share and like articles that might not even be from the right source. In the end, everyone loses out. A foreign reader might assume what you share is right, while a believer might think you are spreading the wrong information, causing further conflict.

3)        Meet the complete opposite, “higher-rangers”. These people often appear to be completely well read and knowledgeable people who have obtained multiplied degrees from various institutions around the world. Yet, they have a habit of sharing their “high” collection of knowledge and expect people to embrace them as the ultimate fact. Even better, they often use their intelligence or credentials as an advantage to allure crowds to belief their “facts”. Often times, the “lower-rangers” fall prey for these people, accepting blindly everything that comes under the label religion.

4)        Finally, let me introduce the “medians”. These are people who choose to remain neutral throughout their life. People who know real facts, or experiences that can help educate other people, but choose to remain silent. I guess, it’s true what people say, silent people are indeed the people who gets the most out of everything. I have to admit, I often fall under this category. Not because of my “knowledge” but because I choose to remain silent. I’ve always thought educating people might not bring any difference. Especially if they have not been exposed to diverse cultures as I did. The thing is, I’m beginning to realize that all these years of silence has only helped two things; ignorance and religious-ism.  I feel the guilt when close friends do not understand religious differences. More than that, I feel burdened by the thought that these people will be parents and pass down their mentality to children.

Thousand of people live in fear to practice their religions or even to admit they do not believe in any religion. I often question myself, what is the purpose of religion? To me, religion is an individual process, which provides a guide to our spiritual journey. In the end, it doesn’t matter what religion you are, but how far have you advanced spiritually. You know you are in the right track, if you could detach yourself from your routines and see the world as a beautiful picture it is, and thank the “painter” behind it.

So, the solution for religious-ism is simple.  “Skewed-Boxplots” needs to be eliminated. How? “Lower-ranger” need to step up their game by researching and be careful about what they share. “Higher-rangers” need to stop acting superior and respect others as also being able to contribute. Most importantly, medians need to break their silence and start explaining when you need to. Increase your “lower rangers” and decrease your “higher rangers”, and take away “medians” and close the gaps between the “skewed boxplots”. All you get is a straight line. Everyone perfectly aligned in a single line pointing upwards towards a better humanity.