The ________ in me

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When I was in Standard 6, I chose to write about environmental issue in the essay-writing competition when most friends chose to write narrative or descriptive essays. I had already forgotten the given title, but I remember writing something about the hole in ozone layer, we need to love our mother earth and that it’d be a sad scene if we finally have to wear protective layers to shield ourselves from UV before going under the sun. I also recall I got frustrated about myself because I forgot how to write 紫 for 紫外线 (this would jeopardize my chance of winning the competition! Kiasuness in me! Haha!). I was the 2nd runner-up for the competition. 🙂

When I was still an undergraduate, I always requested my roommates to put paper that they wanted to throw away into the special bag that I prepared so that I could send that for recycling later. HL asked in perplexity one day, “Why the fuss? With your effort alone, you really think you can save the world?!” I quoted the starfish story I once read about, and I said, “At least the change starts with me!”

I went on campaigning about “reduce, reuse and recycle” even when I started working :p

Campaigning in Sg. Siput office

Campaigning in Sg. Siput office

Photo taken by zabo skype in 2007maggie cup = my pen-stand

Photo taken by zabo see khee in 2007
maggie cup = my pen stand

Me: I’m taking train (to Mid Valley), save me the trouble of finding car park.

Sue: You are one of the rare friends taking public transport in KL.

I really have genuine interest in environmental stuff and even considered to change my career path to become an environmental engineer. My “hard sell-ing” parlance while looking for environmental jobs: During the pursuit of my undergraduate degree, I developed interest in environmental engineering and hydrology. To pursue this further, I had taken the bold step of undertaking a year-long coursework masters in environmental engineering after serving the obliged 4-year bond with the sponsor of my undergraduate studies. Hehe :p


When I was a kid, once I woke up from my nap in the afternoon, I always stood by the door of the rear end of grandparents’ house and started yelling “meow meow meow meow meow meow….” for a good 2 minutes or so and thinking concurrently: White (my favorite cat), come back and play with me!!! This worked like miracle: White always responded to my summons and came back!

For this, I used to have this conjecture: if I focus my mind and think of what I want to tell the cats, and meow out, cats will get my message.

Introducing the 2 most significant cats in my life so far: This's Black! I used to think I could communicate with them!

Introducing the 2 most significant cats in my life so far: This’s Black!
I used to think I could communicate with them!

It's a shame that this photo is the only memento I have of White, my favourite cat...

It’s a shame that this photo is the only memento I have of White, my favourite cat…


If time permits, I like to make cards for friends and family.

My last piece of work, made in 2011

My last piece of work, made in 2011

Not just making cards, I also like paper craft! I managed to put my hobby to good use at work one day: I tried to highlight the oversight in design to the consultant via writing and tele-discussion but in vain. In the end, I made a to-scale model of the bridge, sent the following photos to the consultant and my message got across! 🙂



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