Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Hiking in the rain... (haiku form)

Bell chimed at seven,
On my bed I laid thinking,
Why do I bother.

With a great, big sigh,
I struggle to leave my bed,
As seventh bell chimed.

I stepped out the door,
A darkened sky welcomed me,
Sun nowhere in sight.

Tears fell from the sky,
Sound of anvil filled the sky,
Chasing the blue light.

With a heart of stone,
With grim determination,
I continued on.

The hill is so huge,
It fills the entire sky,
A giant in green.

First small step I took,
Into shadow’s gaping maw,
Darkness surround me.

Bleakness consumed me,
Happiness abandoned me,
Light absent from me.

With fire in heart,
I burned away the evil,
That envelopes me.

Yet, my fire wanes,
And monsters close unto me,
Claws, fangs, eyes on me.

Shadows grabbed at me,
Succubus tried snaring me,
Demons blocked my path.

Holy light burst forth,
And a voice spoke unto me,
Be strong, end is near.

Darkness shied away,
Evil fled the untainted light,
Monsters released me.

Under the bright light,
I continued the one task,
I vowed would finish.

Quarter of hour,
I saw my destination,
Light end of tunnel.

The dark clouds are gone,
Father Sky stopped his crying,
Birds started chirping.

My last final step,
Brought me to top of the hill,
Where peaceful wind blew.

Never shall I try,
The fool's way of adventure,
Hiking in the rain...

Fine, I know it's not very good, heck I don't even know if what I write is haiku or not... but I'm running out of ideas of saying the same thing several times without boring my respected readers... that you! And since I'm still terrible at the free form of poetry, I tried the easier to follow haiku loh... but constructive criticisms are welcomed.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

2nd hiking...

7th June 2008
6:30: The alarm clock went off… I’m sure that time moves differently when one is asleep… Well, surely a few more minutes might not hurt…
6:35: My hand phone alarm rang. I usually set two alarm clocks so that I won’t oversleep. I knew that this is the final warning. If I continue to sleep, I will never make it to the hill as planned. Dragged myself off the bed by rolling onto the floor… ouch… that pain really helped in jolting my senses awake...
6:50: Hmmm… what should I have for breakfast? Milk is a big no… See? I learn from past experiences… well, I’ll just take OJ.
7:00: Went to the gas station to get a bottle of mineral water. Those that I have in my house are 1.5 liters ones and I’m not planning to bring that up the hill anytime soon… bought a 500ml mineral water, bought newspaper and pump air into my car’s tires… heard that a well inflated tire would help to save fuel.
7:30: Reached the bottom of the hill. Fully geared with expensive shirt, wind pants and shoes and armed with my newly bought sports towel and mineral water, I took my first step…
7:35: Finished the part of the trail that was made from tar… almost took a wrong path… but realized it was wrong because no one seemed to walk that path, they went for the trail that is further away… did I take that last week?... well, it’s always correct to follow the majority… who said that lack of sleep would befuddle a mind?
7:40: Just went past a group of females in their twenties… they were already out of breath, and sitting on the forest floor… was I like that last week?... I don’t think so… looked at my watch, 10 minutes and still going strong… who is breathing so noisy?
7:43: Why am I doing this? This is just hell! I’ll just phone my friends and tell them they can continue their crazed plan of conquering Mount Kinabalu without me… the trip has already cost me around RM3000 since I need to take unpaid leaves and I will not spend that much money to suffer like that… arrgghhh… did not bring my hand phone with me… well, I’ll just call them when I go back down… should I go down now? Well, I’m already more than halfway there…
7:45: My legs are starting to act like it was last week. I explained to my friend last week that it felt like a pile driver… I dragged my feet just high enough to put it above the next step, and stomped it down to the stairs… drag, stomp, drag, stomp, drag, stomp…
7:46: Am I there yet? The trail seems endless… why on earth is that person behind me still following me? Want to see me stop and slump down to the floor? In your dreams bugger…
7:48: Finally overtook that really annoying pair in front of me… they were talking so loud… do you want the whole hill to know that someone in your office is flirting with you? Gosh… get a room… How can she still have breath to shout? Did she have an extra pair of lungs… well, that would explain something…
7:50: Finally have to stop and rest already. Legs are trembling; heart is beating so loud that everyone within a one meter radius would be able to hear it. The cute blue towel is already dripping with my sweat… reminded me of this Chinese kung fu movie I watched… Michelle Yeoh put a piece of cloth into water and suddenly it became as hard as a stick, and beat up all those bad guys… I bet I’m gonna look cool in kicking the bad guys’ asses… now if I can find a bad guy in the middle of nowhere…
7:53: A word of advice… do not stop hiking in midway… it took all my mental energies to get my leg muscles moving again… it’s like driving a car with the handbrake still on…
7:55: I’m going to die alone in the middle of a hill… ah well, at least I’ll be in the newspapers… “Man died while hiking”… cool…
7:56: How high is this hill anyway? Why are there no landmarks or signs or anything? If there’re numbers, at least I know how far I still have to go… note to self… must write a letter of complaint to the Department of Environment… or is it under the Ministry of Tourism… or state government… heck, I’ll just write to the PM himself…
7:58: Whoever invented the word hiking should be hanged to death… why do you need another word for torture?
8:00: Eh? Why are the trees so far apart? And what is the hut doing in the middle of the hill? Hmm… that looks familiar…oh, I reached the top already! Why is there someone sitting on the first bench? Muscles are giving up already… must… find… bench…
8:02 Finally! A bench that is not occupied by sweaty and smelly people… but I didn’t sit on it… I remembered someone who told me that it was detrimental to health if one were to sit down immediately after a tough exercise… I checked my pulse… hmmm… 200 heart beats per minute… I supposed it’s considered as a tough exercise…
8:03: What the heck… if I want to sit, then I’ll sit… I’ll not follow the advice of someone else’s like a dog… sat on the rock bench… if there’s just an Osim massaging chair right now… or a masseuse would be nice… hey, that is one good business idea… I’m such a genius… can even come up with profitable ideas in my current condition…
8:05: Having no one to talk to, I tried to indulge myself in the peace and beauty of the place…
8:06: Well, now I’m 100% sure that I’ll never be a nature lover… I don’t care if the sun is rainbow coloured on top of Mount Kinabalu… there just is no rationale at all behind this stupidity… all that suffering just to see something that you can see everyday… or you can just browse through the thousands of pictures available online taken by professional photographers…
8:07: But at least now I can think of things that I usually don’t have time to think about… I’ll never just sit in my room doing nothing… there’re pc games, tv series, movies, novels waiting for me… so I never really have the time to think about something personal… hmmm… what do I want in my life? I think I’m nearing the state of enlightenment already…
8:15: Well, thinking how many clothes I should take for my trip to Sabah took all my time already… and since my heart is slowing down and I am not pouring out sweat already, I supposed it’s time for me to move downhill…
8:20: I am just feeling so smug about myself… it took me 60 minutes to reach the top of the hill last week… but today it just took me 30 minutes! I cut the time into half! I supposed that deep down inside I always knew that I am a perfectly healthy and fit guy… I just was not in good condition last week… it must be the milk…
8:21: And God just have to make me feel bad… going up the stairs is a seven-year old boy and a six-year old girl jumping up the stairs screaming on top of their lungs to tell their father to go faster… well, if you ask me, I don’t really see the resemblance… they must have been kidnapped by aliens and operated… so, I supposed it is understandable that they are fitter than me…
8:25 I swear that these natural looking steps are made and designed by humans… while I was going uphill, the steps became higher and higher, stretching my almost dead legs to the max… now, as I go downhill, the steps became rockier and rockier and the polished stone looked to be the sort of trap made by humans to cause the hikers to slip and fall… there is a conspiracy here…
8:30: Finally reached the bottom of the hill… almost sprained my ankle twice while going downhill… I really have to get a pair of good shoes… hmmm… it must be the lack of oxygen… I just can’t remember what if felt like while hiking up the hill… surely it is not as bad as I think it was… I supposed it won’t hurt for me to hike again tomorrow… now, what should I eat...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Petrol...

In just overnight, thousands of blogs would appear discussing about the recent 40% increase in petrol price all over Malaysia. At RM2.70 per liter, it is still lower than the market prices, if not by much; however, people are still staggering for the gigantic jump in price… no one even suspected that it would be increased in such big scale. The prices would be reviewed on a monthly basis, different from other countries where prices change on a daily basis.
While I am not exactly in agreement to the petrol hike, I do, however understand the need to withdraw the support of petrol subsidy. Once upon a time, cars were luxury items. Only the rich could afford it, but now, it has became a necessity. It is so ingrained in us that we could not survive with even a little bit of walking, or like China, sticking to the good old conventional method of cycling. Of course, in places like Kuala Lumpur, it would just be crazy to cycle all the way from Kajang to KL. Car pooling is not exactly a very good idea. While it is true that most people start work at around the same time, even those who are working in the same company might not leave for home at the same time. Some need to work overtime on an urgent project, some others want to have dinner before going home, some need to go home early to buy stuff to cook at home, some want to go home later in order to avoid car jam… the list goes on and on, and that is why the car pooling idea never work.
Well, there is always public transportation, but ask any Malaysian, and they will tell you millions of reasons for not using the public transportation. Unless one is a regular, one would never know which bus is going where until it stop right in front of you for you to read the sign in front or at the side of the bus which states where it is going. By the time you finished reading it, the bus would have already gone. Also, the signs mentioned only the names of famous places or streets… if you’re planning to go somewhere that is not really popular, you would need to know which route the bus will be taking and whether it would pass by your desired destination… which is impossible for those who do not take public transportation frequently. Of course, you could always ask, but it is a gamble since you might either meet a nice driver who would tell you which bus number to take or you would meet a rude one who would look at you, wondering if you are stupid for not knowing which bus to take.
Maybe with the increase in petrol prices, Malaysians can finally focus on improving the public transportation system. However, as in the past, Malaysians usually would protest for a while and after that, everything would just return to normal. They would still drive as much as they previously do, I would still get flashed by headlights for driving only at 110km/hr on the fast lane and people would still use big horsepower cars. Malaysians are just too flexible and fast to adapt to be affected much by such matter.
However, there has never really been such a high increase in such short notice as far as I remembered (which is not really that long). While Malaysians could find some way to adapt to the increase in petrol prices, it is the chain effects rippling from the petrol price hike that worries me. Immediately after the announcement of the price hike, the transportation companies quickly declared that they will increase their prices too. The electricity tariff has been announced to increase in line with the petrol price increases at the same time. True, it won’t affect much to the small households, but it doesn’t mean that it won’t affect most of Malaysians. First off, the prices of transportation would increase. Parents who send their children to school in school busses would have to fork out additional money. Those who are regulars in using public transportation would need to make out a new budget. The ticket prices for express bus, trains and planes would be increasing as well. Several times, I have met the situation where the fuel surcharge is higher than the plane ticket itself.
Next, we come to the industries. With the increase in transportation costs, the operating cost would increase, thereby reducing profit level. The manufacturers would most probably pass at least part of the price increases to the consumers since they would not be able to absorb the increases. This is because they would not be facing only increases in transportation costs. The material cost of metal and plastics would definitely be higher and the electricity prices would increase as well. With rising petrol, transportation and product prices, the inevitable would happen; the demand for higher salary. So, either the employers would not agree, which will lead to reduced buying power, lesser sales, reduced profit, closing down of unprofitable companies and finally losing jobs, or the employers would agree to it, which makes the operating costs even higher and thus even higher product prices, which cancels the effect of a salary increase and finally, we are back to square one. It is sort of an unending cycle, one that will lead to disaster sooner or later.
However, there is a mention of implementing a subsidy scheme, which I hope would alleviate people of their suffering. There is even a worksheet being circulated around that shows how much you will spend for petrol after the implementation of the new rebate scheme, though there has been no official information about this. It never ceases to amaze me where on earth did they acquire such information.
Anyhow, Malaysians are a resilient lot. Such a matter would upset them, yes, but they were never those who would only whine about something that cannot be changed. Some would reduce their petrol usage, some would attempt to increase their side income and some would just shrug it off as nothing happened, but in conclusion, it would take more than this small inconvenience to throw us into chaos.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Hiking...

I recently began to join the world of exercising again after a decade of doing nothing that resembles any form of exercise (unless you consider walking from the office to the car park or shopping in malls for several hours as a form of exercise). Not that I have begun to be health conscious whatsoever. Even my expanding waistline did not spur me into the whole fat loss training programme craze.
However, if there is one thing that can force me to do things that I despise, that’s my ego. Yup, I’m just like any other mortals on Earth, bound by something as flimsy as ego. Although my ego is not as big as Marty McFly in Back to the Future, it nevertheless had brought me countless troubles than could have been easily avoided. Anyway, it all started when my frenzied friends decided to go on a hiking trip to Sabah, Malaysia. They wanted to conquer the Mount Kinabalu, which is 13,435 ft. above sea level. I would never understand why any human would want to suffer on a holiday trip. Holidays are supposed to be about relaxing and pampering oneself, but my obviously crazed friends decided to fill themselves with sweat and grime instead.
Try as I might, I could not remember the last time I was involved in any “healthy” activity. However, with all my self-confidence and all, I know that reaching the peak of Mount Kinabalu is not the same as walking in a shopping mall for several hours. Unable to bear the thought of probably being the only one in my group to not complete the climb, I decided to go for hiking in a small hill that is located near my place. Before I went to college, I was quite active in extra-curricular activities. Once, I went to a camp in which a part of the activities was hiking. We went into the hill in a group of eight people and it took us two hours to complete the trail. I remembered being bored by the whole hiking thing. I remembered being stung by countless numbers of mosquitoes. However, I did not remember being tired at all.
With that memory in mind, I started my hiking at the hill near the place I am staying at 7 in the morning. At first, I have to walk up a slope leading to the trail… and it was easy. Then, I started my way up the dirt road with roughly made steps. It was about 5 minutes later when my breathing started to get ragged. Another 5 minutes, my vision started to blur. The milk that I drank in the morning before the hiking threatened to crawl its way back out from my mouth. It remained somewhere in between the throat and the chest, unable to go down or up. Sweat started to pour out like a flood and pretty soon, my whole shirt was wet and I vividly remembered making a pool of sweat around the place that I was sitting on.
Feeling terribly sick and weak, I was going to give up even though I completed less than one quarter of the trail. As my vision returned, I saw a grandfather in his 70s walking calmly down the steps with an aid of a walking stick. At the same time, a group of mothers in their 50s were climbing up the hill without stopping to breathe. Jumping behind them was a group of students in their teens flying past me. I could only glare sullenly at them. Thus, my ego kicked in and I forced myself to continue my torturing climb. How can I bear the fact that people younger and older than me completed the trail while I can’t? In my haughtiness, I did not bring any towel and with the sweat pouring down my face, my glasses kept on slipping from their position. Taking them off is dangerous as I could not see clearly enough to watch my steps. Trying to dry my face with my shirt did not rectify the problem as both my face and shirt are already saturated with the salty water. Then, the next problem hit me… I did not even bring water for the hiking. My lips were getting parched, and the thirst was killing me.
So, with a vomit that won’t come out, buckling legs, slipping glasses, waning stamina, ragged breath and dripping shirt, I basically crawled my way up the hill. I am sure that many other hikers were looking at me, wondering if there is a need to call an ambulance for me and some others would be laughing at my strange way of hiking, but I don’t care. My focus was entirely on the trail only. After endless stops and a century later, I finally reached a clearing that signify the peak of the hill. I immediately went to the nearest bench and I could not even feel the glare of the sun that was already burning fiercely in the sky. I looked at my watch and I used 45 minutes to complete a 15 minute trail. Yup… that’s how terrible I am.
Well, the upside of this is (yes, there is always an upside in everything) I still have some time to train up myself before the official trip. I only need to remember back the laughing eyes and condemning stares of other hikers to be motivated enough to get better. Of course, the way down from the hill was much, much easier than going up; I was at the bottom of the hill before I even realize it. However, it is easier to get hurt while going downhill. There were several times when I almost sprained my ankle due to the uneven surfaces while leaping downhill. Thus, including my rest at the top of the hill, I completed the whole trail in almost 90 minutes, while my friend said that it was possible for a normal person to finish it in 30 minutes… well, I guess I’m “special” then. Fret not ladies and gentlemen, in two weeks time, it would be nothing but an anthill to me. I always believe that mind conquers all and this will not be any exception.
Last but not least, I am thankful for my friend who remained encouraging me during the whole trip. If I was in my friend’s position, I would be cursing the person for being such a nuisance… but of course, being a person who believes in karma, I would take this as a lesson in the future when I feel my impatience welling up.