Weekend Ramblings

3 weeks ago I said its been a hectic one month. And that has continued on until now! I've decided to do nothing this weekend though. It feels a bit awkward having no any plans, but i'm slowly easing into it. There's a lot on my mind at the moment. Probably will rattle on for quite a bit in this post.

I tried this thing called fly yoga. Basically its yoga using "suspended hammock". Really tests my flexibility, which i think is above average considering a normal middle-aged person. Wow I'm already that, middle-age. I'm turning 35 this week. Not sure how that makes me feel. (and Michael Jackson is literally singing "how does it feel..." in the background.. Stranger in Moscow is playing at the moment, haha). You see the instructor showing and teaching the moves and her posture looks great and wonderful, I see myself in the mirror and I look terrible. Cringe in fact! My whole body is sore right now. I've committed for 4 classes this month, once a week. I would be interested to continue doing flyoga, but it costs 40 bucks a class, which is kinda steep if you ask me.

I've been working with TNB's favorite consultant for the past 5 weeks for a particular project. Next week would be their last week here. Quite an experience actually, more on the fact that I have had to run around looking for information and contacting other people. And it kinda surprises me that I somehow manage to find the right people to get data, from the network of friends that I have in TNB, quite a revelation! It definitely has increased my people-engagement skills. Most are actually quite helpful and pleasant, which I'm extremely grateful for! This project has taken more time than I thought it would, a welcome change for a short while, but it also reinforced the understanding I have about myself, I definitely do love doing stuff that's more technical in nature than those related to economics and strategies and all that. At the end of the day, I'm a nerd at heart (ever so slightly! haha). Truth be told, I'm gonna miss these guys a bit I guess. They did say I helped a lot (and appreciate me) and i've been very involved in the discussions, which they say its not always the case with other clients. Dunno if they're just saying it coz I'm a client, but I'm glad if its true. Its not that I am that good or anything, but the way I see it and how I treat any job that comes my way, just give it my best and do it sincerely. You can't be doing something half-heartedly and then expect a good outcome.

Next topic. Bitcoin. I'm trying to slowly understand what cryptocurrency is all about. Its not that easy to grasp what its all about. But only because I am trying to understand the hardware behind it, the technicalities of how it works. This interest has arisen only because of someone else I know. Ahh the things we do... Luckily I have recently became reacquainted with an old friend, who knows more about crytpoes that anyone I know. My go-to source for noob questions.

Now, maybe a recap of the F1 race in Sepang that I went to a few weeks ago. Some comments, SIC really doesnt know how to stage a vibrant and exciting F1 weekend, even after all these years. I make this comparison based on other races that ive been to, namely Indianapolis, Montreal and Singapore GPs. But then again, its expensive to host an F1 race and SIC/Malaysia simply doesnt have the money like Singapore does. The atmosphere is different in US and Canada though because even if these venues probably doesnt spend as much as Singapore, they have an awesome fan base which makes the whole event much more lively. Its different in Malaysia where most people don't really understand or appreciate F1, and I think the same goes for Singapore. But Singapore has the money to make the event lively and fun which makes up for the general lack of enthusiasm for the sport itself, but somehow people are able to come out for the weekend and soak in all the going-ons during an F1 weekend. Its kinda sad that Sepang won't be hosting any more F1 races, but the fact that they started 19 years ago was one of the reasons I got into the sport in the first place. Granted I haven't followed as avid as I was before, but I still do like the sport. However the adrenaline rush that comes with the sounds of V8 engine has dwindled, because of the change to V6 many years back. Used to give me goose bumps!

Ever since I've been promoted to a Senior Manager, I noticed that there has been a rise in the level of confidence in myself. I tend to speak and voice out my opinions better, I am more sure of making decisions. stuff like that. I don't know how or why. But it does show that positions are more than just titles when it comes to the internal psyche. Its quite an interesting revelation actually. But what's more important to me is staying grounded and level-headed and humble.

I am anxious about my application for that job at IEA. Its been 1.5 years since I've registered my interest to the big bosses about this position. I am hoping I get some information soon on whether this is going to happen or not. I am though afraid that I might have too high expectations about this job. What if i become miserable in Paris? Its not something that I think about a lot (about being miserable), but I am aware of the pitfalls of having too grand ideas only to find out its not as good as it looks. Getting this job would kickstart a new chapter in my life so to speak. And I look forward to it. Extremely.

So, I've been hanging out a lot with a new friend. I can't speak for him, but i can see that he enjoys my company, as I do his. Just going with the flow. I'm not sure what he sees in me, sometimes I think why isn't he bored of me already? Haha.

Done rambling for today, wanna go finish read a book now if wanna hit my target of 12 books this year. 

Sickly Busy

Music: Come Away With Me by Norah Jones

Book review
Work Rules! by Laszlo Bock

This guy is the Head of People Operations at Google. Its just a fancy title for what is essentially the HR boss in any company. But Google is not just 'any company'. The methods and activities he described in the book are really interesting, and i like the fact that most of their actions, decisions, policies are strongly data driven and backed by analytics, big data stuff. Data speaks to me. I guess that's why I became an engineer. But maybe its precisely because i was trained as an engineer that i learn to love data. Well, that's a discussion for another day. Anyway, TNB has a long way to go when it comes to effective and quality HR. I have a very strong desire to give this book to a top HR boss in TNB. But I also think it'll be a waste of time, as I see no leaders that I truly respect that would be open to different ideas and way of doing things in our HR division. Oh this entry is not really a book review isn't it. I guess i would have enjoyed the book more if im in the HR line. But it did give me some ideas and advice on how to become a good and effective manager. Applying it is another story, but i hope i am able to in some way or another. Not that I aspire to be a big boss (I'm lazy like that), but I do feel some kind of responsibility to develop the few subordinates that I have. It takes a lot of consciousness to pause, take a step back, look and think, then move forward again with better actions and ideas (as opposed to doing things as usual and automatically, until the change becomes a habit). and the cycle is repeated and its a way to continuously improve ourselves.

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The past one month has been rather hectic. Started with the week-long training in Penang, weekend in Singapore for the Foo Fighters concert, then a week in Melbourne (which was one of the most enjoyable trips ever), dived in straight to work after, nenek at the hospital, dodgeball practices and tournament, lepak sessions with friends and family, weekend hikes, evening runs and strength training.. and all these has culminated into me falling sick, right now. Fever and headache, cold and cough, avoiding my bronchitis attack just barely. 

I'm happy

Music: Redbone by Childish Gambino

Music is significant in my life. For many songs, there is always an association with something, an event, a feeling, a person, a period in my life (good and bad), an emotion. And this one by Childish Gambino just reminds me of how happy I am, then when i first heard it, and now, and the reasons behind it.

My past 10 or so posts (discounting the Iran Chronicles) seems to be very depressing indeed, i guess whenever i feel truly down with no one to talk to, i come here. But let me set the record straight, i'm usually quite happy and contented with my life and where I am, especially right now. Nothing fancy, not that I've achieved great success or whatever, but life's definitely good.

I haven't been writing much (like duh).. I feel like i've lost my flair in writing, not that i was any good before but it has been better, i think. I should write more, just to get back in the groove, and talk about the good instead of depressing stuff. Oh btw, that 'friend' that I thought i lost, is back. I was just being a girl. I overreacted. Damn I need to get my cool back.

Anyway, recent conversations with a friend seems to have (inadvertently) jogged forgotten memories that I never knew I have in me (those in my brain's external hard drive rather than my brain cache, long term memory so to speak). And one of those things is that, I have a blog. So now this what I'll try to do, I'm gonna start writing again, here. Probably will start with the easy ones like reviews on books, series, and movies, but only those that actually piques my interest and makes me somewhat excited and feel strongly about. Then maybe occasionally I'll reminisce episodes of my travels.

I find it hard to believe that i've been to over 40 countries. Sometimes I feel even shy to admit that. Wonder why? Its not a fact that I'd shout about. But sometimes, people ask. And I'd be slightly segan to say. Again, I wonder why? After all these years, I still can't understand myself sometimes. But I have a few good friends who knows me better than I do, whom I can count on for prognosis and diagnosis when I feel blurry and confused.

Enough silly ramblings, I'm gonna get back to watching this brilliant series called Billions. My current marathon, at the expense of my readings, but not my sleep.

Iran Chronicles, Part 4

Note: These Iran Chronicles are actually copied from a series of emails to my friend. But even then I only managed to write until day 4 of the trip, in total i was in Iran for 10 days. I'm too lazy to continue where I've left off, its been almost 2 years. So I guess this will be an incomplete series of my entries on Iran. oh well. Something is better than nothing.

Abyaneh & Esfahan

Day 4 continued

Next it was about 2.5 hours drive to Abyaneh village.. The reason we had to hire a driver and car was because this place was out of the way, while making our way to Esfahan. I slept all the way during the drive. It was super cold in Abyaneh, and the place was literally empty, either that or most of the villagers are hiding inside their houses, hehe.




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Then it was another 2 hours drive to Esfahan. Otw from Abyaneh to Esfahan, we pass through the Natanz area. In case you're not familiar with Iran's nuclear program, Natanz is where their uranium enrichment facility is located at. I've heard stories of tourists being caught or deported right away from Iran when they were caught taking pictures from the bus or the car they were travelling in while passing through this area. I was really looking forward to having a look at the nuclear facility actually, but i ended up sleeping the whole way again, so missed totally missed it. haha. oh well. Sometime during the drive from Kashan to Abyaneh to Esfahan, i was in contact with my host in Esfahan, I gave her number to our driver and vice versa, so they could contact each other since i didnt have a local sim card. By the time we reached Esfahan, we waited somewhere near the bus stop for Mohamad our host to pick us up.

We paid our driver, went to Mohamad's car and we drove around Esfahan. Mohamad is currently doing his Masters in English literature, and the week we were there was his finals, so he was supposed to be studying. hahahahha. but he was kind enough to host us. He told us that when his girlfriend Somy (the original host that I requested to surf with) asked whether he could host us instead because she had guests in her house, he was very excited because we were Malaysians, and instantly agreed. He's a funny guy really, kept saying OMG all the time. Traffic was crazy that night, as always according to Mohamad, what more it was rush hour after working hours.

We decided to drive around Esfahan, while waiting for Somy to finish work at 6pm. By the time we picked her up, we were famished. We havent had a proper meal since morning, only munching on dried apples slices we bought in Abyaneh and a box of assorted nuts (walnuts, pistachio, berries, peanuts) given to us by Hamoon. Infact, our driver actually told Mohamad when he was 'handing us over' that we were very hungry. ahahahha. Mohamad and Somy brought us to the Armenian Quarter, to one of his favorite places to eat roast chicken. It was literally one of the most delicious roasted chicken ive ever tasted. Either that or because we were too hungry to think. It was also freaking cold, and then we found out why. Esfahan is located about 1600m asl! no wonder it was freezin, i couldnt even function properly, it was subzero. initially we planned to walk around the quarter after dinner, then we decided it was too cold to even walk, so we sent Somy home and headed straight to Mohamad's house. He warned us to be quiet, again same like Fatima said back in Kashan, CS is illegal in Iran and so he didnt want the neighbors to find out. He also told us, to greet his parents, and then we move straight to the room. LOL.

So in we went, gave salam to his parents who were watching tv. And headed to his room. Similar to Fatima's house in Kashan, Mohamad's house had a toilet outside the house, and the shower inside the house. I guess its a typical house design in Iran. After freshening up, we went to hangout in the living room, to watch tv and of course, drink tea. Mohamad taught us how to drink tea the Esfahan way. Basically the tea is brewed without sugar, and then they have these golden sugar pieces that you should put in your mouth, and then you sip the tea. Interesting eh. But alternatively, you can also put sugar cubes in your cup of tea like normal.



We spent 3 nights in Esfahan, so I did talk and learned a fair bit about Iran from Mohamad and Somy.

I found out that the media in Iran is very controlled, including the tv shows. So most Iranian subscribe to cable tv which is illegal, but i guess everybody does it. The legal Iran tv is of course those shows and news endorsed by the govt and full of propaganda and all that. Since entertainment such as singing and stuff are not allowed in Iran, most of Iran singers and tv popstars moved to America after the 1979 revolution, filmed their tv dramas and song video clips over there, and these are shown on the illegal cable tv that Iranians subscribe to. There are no karaokes in Iran, and the cinemas show Iranian movies that follow the Islamic rules so to speak.

Mohamad's parents are practicing Muslims. Mohamad said his parents must like my cousin and I very much because we are also Muslims, and we wear the hijab the proper way ,as in not a single strand of hair showing, unlike in Iran where most women just drapes a shawl over their head with hair showing at the front/forehead, mainly because they are only doing it because they are following the bare minimum of Islamic rules in Iran. Of course there were also alot of women who wear proper hijab in Iran, especially in Shiraz, the people there are supposedly more religious, at least thats what it looks like by way of appearance. But to me, appearance doesnt mean everything.

Mohamad said he used to practice Islamic teachings, he prays and has been to umrah, he even said he used to memorize the whole Quran, he understands arabic as well, as he learned archaic arabic in school when he was younger.. but now he said he's disillusioned with Islam. he claims he's an atheist, he doesnt pray anymore, i forgot to ask if he fasts during Ramadhan. The reasons he's not practicing Islam anymore is really disheartening to know, actually. Him, as most of the youth in Iran, are angry with the government. See, the govt imposes these strict Islamic rules of law in Iran, hence so many things are controlled like the media (nothing sexy can be shown, for e.g.), all women must cover their hair, all women must wear lose clothing and the blouses must cover the butt, men can't wear shorts, men and women cannot live in the same house together unless you are family or married, entertainment centers such as karaoke doesnt exist, singing is not allowed, alcohol is illegal, and many more. So these youths feel very restricted and cant enjoy their lives, yet they see all these things on tv and in movies, and also alot of Iranians have been to Malaysia and they compare why Malaysia is a muslim country yet we are free to do alot of things, how we can be an islamic country yet also moderate and kinda secular and we dont have any restrictions like that.. (well we are a multi racial country actually, only 60% is muslim). back to the govt, with them imposing these islamic rules, yet they are also corrupted and actually do these restricted things themselves, at least behind closed doors. Furthermore, because of these restrictions in their way of life which they feel are forcefully imposed on themselves, they have a negative view of Islam. Hence most are only Islam in name, but doesnt practice, just like Mohamad. Its a pity really that it has come to this. The very thing that the govt is trying to achieve (a truly Islamic country) is moving people away from Islam.  You know its human nature that people are more tempted to the stuff they are not allowed to do. But this is not the first time ive heard this. Back in Korea, i attended the Busan International Film Festival, an annual event. I went to see one of the movies directed by an Iranian guy, but the movie was about Palestine. Anyway, after the movie, i went to talk to him a little, but rather than ask about his movie, I asked him about Iran. And the sentiment i got from him is exactly the same as what i got from Mohamad. Youths are angry and frustrated.

I also found out from Somy that appearance and what they do in public is very important. For e.g., on one of the days we were in Esfahan, it was a public holiday (Prophet Muhammad's birthday), so we went out that day with Somy and her friend. Before that, she reminded me not to mention about her having a boyfriend, i.e. Mohamad, to her friend. So, she even had to hide the fact that she has a boyfriend (which she calls her fiance) from her friend. In fact, I also found out that even Somy's family doesnt know that she has a boyfriend, and Mohamad's family also doesnt know that he has a girlfriend. Yet both of them hang out together alot obviously (they met when Mohamad was an english teacher and Somy was a student of his, around 2 years ago). And whenever we hangout with Somy and Mohamad, Somy always had to go home by 8pm because it wouldnt look good to people and her family if she stayed out too late. The youth feel restricted not only by the govt, but they are also 'governed' by the culture and perception of Iranian people, especially the elderly, their parents, their family etc. Somy's friend whom we went out with is currently working towards getting a visa and emigrate to Canada. Because life in Iran is hard and restrictive and all that. Its also hard life for Iranians because of the sanctions, which have been around for 1-2 decades right, meaning for people like Somy and Mohamad, half of their lives have lived under the sanctions.

Mohamad however, preferred Ahmadinejad rather than Hassan Rouhani. He said the former was more vocal and did more action in fighting corruption in the govt when he was President. so in this regard, he was not in the mainstream where most people including Hamoon who did not like Ahmadinejad, not just in Iran but in the world. Mohamad came ot Malaysia before, to take his IELTS test actually, he was here for 2 weeks. He said in the middle of KL, and from his stories he told me, he went to bars and clubs (a famous one where tourists frequent in the heart of KL), his friends even brought back girls to their apartment after their night out (but he didnt, according to him), they drank beer, and he said the girls in Malaysia are very sexy. Well, this really depends on which part of KL, or anywhere in Malaysia you go. hahahaha. He also asked why he saw women (some, not all obviously) in Malaysia who wear the hijab but wear really tight clothes. yes, one of the signs of Qiamah, "women cover themselves but appear naked anyway. Mohamad wants to emigrate from Iran, but of course its not easy, he also needs money, and he doesnt think he has any qualifications to work elsewhere. one time when we came home after a day out with Somy and her friend, we spent a few minutes talking to his Mom, and funnily enough, his mom was pouring her heart out to us about Mohamad, hahahaha. she was worried that Mohamad doesnt want to marry and would not even discuss the issue (Mohamad's sister is married and has a 2 year old kid which is super cute omg). I never told this to Mohamad though. everynight we would hangout in the living room drinking tea and this is usually the time when we would talk. During the day my cousin and I would go sight seeing in town, Mohamad stays at home because he has to study, but at night we'd just talk. One of the nights my cousin slept early, so it was just me and him, and I had to show him my pictures with Somy and her friend secretly because he doesnt want his mom to see (she watches tv in another room where there is a bed that she can lie down, we were in the main living room, but still had to be careful). Mohamad even requested to see my hair. lol. typical requests ive gotten from a few of my non-Malaysian friends. Anyway, Mohamad is really nice and considerate as a person, he was helpful, always picking us up and sending us, helping us buy bus tickets and all that and was a really good host. If he didnt have finals to study for, im sure we would have had more time to hangout around the city. His parents seem to be used to Mohamad bringing back foreigners home because of his couchsurfing activities, haha. Mohamad says he doesnt really like hosting westerners and europeans, and prefer Asians and chinese.

So many things i talked about with Mohamad, but for now this is all what i recall.

Oh there is one thing i forgot to mention. When in Kashan, I told you that Mostafa works as a tour guide right. That week, he was a tour guide for an American. We found out that Americans and British and Canadians are not allowed to travel anywhere in Iran without a registered guide. They can only be on their own in their hotel or wherever they are staying, but the moment they step out of their hotel door, they must have a tour guide with them, its required by law. hahahahahhaha. how interesting!! and how pitiful ;p



How Iranians brew their tea. The pot below is where they boil the hot water. Above the pot, is a smaller teapot where they would brew highly concentrated tea. When the water is boiled, they would pour only a small amount of tea in the cup, and then dilute it with the boiled water.

TBC

Iran Chronicles, Part 3

Note: Made this trip end of 2015

Kashan & Abyaneh & Esfahan

Day 4

Today's story is pretty boring i think. I dont have much to say, and nothing you cant find out on the internet if you're interested to know more about the places I visited. I'll put more pictures instead :)

The next morning, we said bye to Fatima, and headed out with Mostafa her husband, where he drove us to the place we were going to visit, namely some old houses turned into museum and a traditional bath house. That same morning, he was going to an interview of some sort for his eventual military service thing. After he dropped us, we put our bags at his friend's bookshop nearby, and started our self-tour. First up was a place called Tabatabei House. Its basically the house of a former carpet businessman, he was also very rich in his time about 200 years ago, its really pretty.. the artwork is very intricate and detailed, the architect was a famous Iranian named Kamal al-Mulk, there's a square in the middle, as always, rooms for guests and praying rooms and servants room, and all that. There was a Iranian guide there with some tourists from China, so we found most of these details and history of the house from her.. I usually do this actually, when i don't hire guides coz im a cheapskate,, I'd leech onto other people's guides hahahaha.





Next we walked for 5 minutes to another house called the Borujerdi House. The story was that the man who built this house, wanted to marry the daughter of the owner of Tabatabei House, but his future father in law said, he has to first build a house as lavish and equal to his house because his daughter is used to living like a princess, in short. hahahahha. So he built Bourjerdi House, however it took too long to build it, and after 4 years and the still under construction, the father allowed his daughter to marry this guy, and he continued to build it and completed it after 17 years. lol. But still, it wasnt as impressive as the father in laws house.

Next was the Sultan Amir Ahmad hammam, which is a traditional bath house. Very pretty and beautiful, i would love to go to a real working bath house that looks like this. I kinda regretted not going to the bath houses when I was in Budapest back in 2013. Im determined to go to one when I visit Istanbul one day. This bath house also had really interesting looking water tanks located at the roof top.

We finished our self tour about 10 minutes before the appointed time our driver arranged by Mostafa to take us to our next destination which was Abyaneh. We agreed on the taxi price, then hopped in to the car to make a pitstop to a Fin Garden. There are several fin gardens all around Iran, which have been designated as Unesco World Heritage sites.




TBC

Its all my fault

Two weeks ago, i ruined one of the greatest friendship and lost one of the greatest friends i've ever had in my life.

And I've only realized it today. 

Please forgive me. You completely have my heart. I sincerely hope you come back to me.