My mission to reduce plastic waste!
Sometime ago I watched an episode of Edisi Siasat Mandarin on NTV7, covering on plastic bag pollution that is happening in Malaysia. Do you know that:
1. Malaysians are generating waste products at a rather alarming rate? Every year, the amount of plastic bags thrown by Malaysians can easily fill up a building the size of our world-renowned Petronas Twin Towers!
2. Most of the plastic bags use in Malaysia are non-biodegradable? Because these bags are not just cheaper but can withstand more weight.
3. A non-biodegradable plastic bag takes AT LEAST 1000 years to degrade? Just imagine if plastic bag existed since the ancient china kingdom, the plastic bag used by Shi Huang Ti to tapao his kopi-peng, can still be found NOW!!
4. Very few department store or hypermarket in Malaysia uses biodegradable bags? Jusco is one of the very few. I think TESCO too, and TESCO MELAKA is giving 1 point (which is equivalent to RM1 spent) to every plastic bag you reuse for the things you bought.
5. Using biodegradable bags is not the solution to the problem? Because they still take a few years to decompose completely. Looking at the amount of plastic bags Malaysians throw away each day, the biodegrade process of these “environmental friendly” bags will generate massive carbon dioxide which is not so friendly anymore are they?
So I am now in a mission to reduce plastic bag waste in Malaysia (dare not say the word WORLD). I am bringing my own bag whenever I go for my grocery shopping! I kicked start my plan last Monday and look what happened.
I am definitely not the first person to bring my own shopping bag because the cashier immediately asked for my bag when I approached the counter. BUT my mission created commotion among the customers lining up behind me.
First they thought the shopping bags were FREE GIFTS and wonder how come they didn’t get it (typical kiasuness). And they tried to whisper but failed miserably lar. I heard every word of their conversation. THEN, they sent one of them to peek. Can you believe the man stood so near to me and tried to look at the logo printed on my bags (I got the bags from this free movie event hosted by a company lar). He was so near I could smell his breath, EEWWW! Ok lar his breath doesnt stink but STILL?!
And he spoke to his “convoy” loudly in cantonese, “Oh, lee ko koi zee gei dai lei geh…” (DUH!)
Then the “convoy” replied “Oh, hai wo hor, zhou meh ngo lam mm dou geh?” (cos you sei-chon lar, DUH!)
Another “convoy” said “hai lor, plastic kam sai…” (ok at least i created some awareness)
Haih, why our fellow malaysians so sua-ku one? Go watch edisi siasat lar!
But I must admit that I was enjoying the attention, cos when I walked away with my bags I could still feel their eyes following me, wondering why they never thought about helping to reduce the plastic pollution thats happening around the world!!!
So bringing your own shopping bags don’t just help to reduce waste BUT ALSO MAKES YOU LOOK COOL!!!! But this only happen in Malaysia lar I think. ANYWAY, fellow Malaysians, I urge you to do the same NOW to enjoy this INSTANT CELEB STATUS before everybody starts bringing their own bags and this is no more COOL.
Start bringing your shopping bags TODAY!!
Oh and also, since my shopping bags look so not glamourous, even the credit card promoter hesitated to approach me. LOL! So DING! One points for bringing your own bags to shop. You become UNTOUCHABLE by the promoters!!
I repeat, BRING YOUR SHOPPING BAGS TODAY!! (or whenever you shop la, adoi!)
My Clinic Encounter(s)
Another weird dream.
Went to the clinic to get medications for my running nose and cough. Below is the conversation between me (M) and the nurse (N):
M: “Can you give me good antibiotics? I need to recover fast before next Tuesday cos my dad is going for his kidney transplant, and if I’m sick I cannot see him in the hospital.”
N: “Okay. So your mum is going for a kidney transplant?”
M: “No, my dad.”
N: “I see, your mum is getting a transplant.”
M: “Not my mum, MY DAD is getting a transplant.”
N: “But you said your mum.”
M: “No, I said my dad.”
N: “I see, so your grandpa is getting a transplant.”
M thinking “@#%&!$%” and said “so can I get the antibiotics?”
N: “so when is your grandpa’s operation?”
M: “MY DAD IS GETTING THE TRANSPLANT, not my mum, not my grandpa!”
N: “But you said you grandpa!”
M: “No I didnt! I said MY DAD, whom my MUM married to, IS GOING FOR THE TRASNPLANT. Can I get the antibiotics now?”
N: “OH! I get it now.”
M thinking “finally” while N prepared the antibiotics. And when she handed me the meds,
N: “So your mum married your dad, and now your grandpa is getting a transplant.”
M took meds and left. Which part of “My dad is getting a transplant” she can’t understand, for crying out loud???!!!!
This is so far the most frustrating conversation I had, in my dream.
By the way, I am really having running nose and my dad is really getting his kidney transplant next Tuesday. I really need to get well. So this morning, I went to the in plant clinic for real.
N: “Employee ID?”
M: “81****”
N handed me paper and pen, and said:”Write down your full name, and department name.”
M: “Wokay.”
N: “Oh address also.”
M: “Har, why?”
Kepo sitting near the nurse’s desk laughed HAHAHAHA. (Funny meh?)
N: “The doctor needs the address.”
M: “But why?”
Kepo laughed again. (stop laughing la, kepo!)
N ignored me.
I have to confess and said: “But I forgot my address.”
Kepo laughed again (Geez!)
N: “It’s ok, just write anything, to keep the doctor happy.”
So I obeyed and wrote down the name of the apartment. I am not even sure if I gave the correct block number.
And the doctor later talked to me like I’m a kid.
D: “Open your mouth and say AAAH.”
M opened my mouth (only kids say AH la come on).
D: “Say AAAH.”
M opened my mouth bigger.
D: “Say AAAH.”
M thinking WTF and said “ah”.
D: “Say AAAH”.
Fine, M: “AAAAAAAHHHHH”.
D: “ok, now let me listen to your lungs” and proceed to put her stethoscope on my back.
D: “T-A-R-I-K N-A-A-A-F-A-S”. I inhaled and hold my breath until she finished saying the two words (which took her about 5 secs), and just when I wanted to exhale she repeated “T-A-R-I-K N-A-A-A-F-A-S”. Whoa, can die man! I was panting for breath like as though I just ran up the KLCC tower!
OK here’s the abrupt ending to my story. Bye.
Marching (again)
LOL!!! Can you believe I dreamt that I was in a marching practise, with A PAPAYA and a PENCIL in my hands????!!!!
Even my dream is so not glam lar!!!
Aiyo I think I’m going crazy!!!!!!!
I call her MAMA
I was watching Project Runway season 3 on tv before I went to bed last nite, and Ivanka was one of the panel judge. So I had a dream about her.
It was lunch break, another girl and I were in the pantry chit chating while Ivanka walked in with this really eye catchy pink dress, big shoulder pad, plenty of sequins, beads and embroidery. I must say there were way too many things going on in that dress. You know, like those in Dynasty or Dallas!
dynasty
“Hey have you been using your mommy’s lipstick?” I asked. (Yea what kinda question is that?!)
“Yea, how do you know?” Ivanka asked.
“I can tell from the colour, your mommy used that colour a lot.” I said.
She suddenly got emotional, struggling to stop her tears from falling.
“Yea I missed her a lot…Btw, I called her MAMA, not mommy.” she said.
I just googled, Ivana Trump is still very much alive.
