The Digi wireless connection is bad on the train today. I managed to get a connection just for a while after MidValley after that all dead. I did not bother to try at home as I was too tired.
Since I was late the train was a bit empty and there was no ‘misbehaviour’
Thursday, March 1, 2007
On The Train (The Misbehavior of our Train Commuters), Sept 11, 2006
Two of my friends lost their cool when they saw the ugly side of Malaysian on the train. The first incident was when the whole coach just ignored a blind commuter and the second when the commuters were simply rushing in without waiting for people to disembark (well I got this almost everyday). So, my resolve for today is to document the good and bad of Malaysian on the train.It was raining heavily when I left the office as I needed to go to the bank to pay my dues. My shoe and sock were soaked by the time I got to the bank. Since I was in the vicinity of Masjid Jamek I decided to take the Putra LRT to KL Sentral. I was glad that at least the Putra commuters were civic enough to queue up and allow people to disembark first. At least they are fairly consistent. However, it was a different story at KL Sentral where I saw people were actually rushing and pushing ignoring people trying to disembark. To avoid my blood pressure raising up unnecessarily I crossed over to the other platform and boarded the Rawang train to get down at KL Station.
Since there were not many people on the train the commuters behaved properly until I got down at Bangi.
Since there were not many people on the train the commuters behaved properly until I got down at Bangi.
Football Game, Neighborhood Harmony, and Ego, Sept 9-10, 2006
Neighborhood harmony was the main objective of the 9-aside football tournament but sadly it ended as an ego and pride championship at its worst. The whole thing took the fun out of the final for us. Yes, we lost but we won big time in playing good football, sportsmanship and showing to everyone what football is all about. I blame three parties for the fiasco the organizer for not being adhering to the schedule and being firmed from the beginning, the police team for mistakenly thinking that winning is everything and good for their ego, and the BM A that lost their cool in the end, but, I don’t blame them for being so. In all these I took pride on my young charges to remain cool and focus to enjoy all the games.
When Ghazi could not play in the final I knew it would be very difficult for us to win and I was hoping for it to go to penalty kicks. If Ghazi could play I would have fielded Fendi in midfield to stabilize the opponent’s distribution with Ajim. Syafiq and Lokman would be free to run the show for us. Although Baji was not fit he could be a good spoiler up front for us. Wan did his best as I asked him to go all out to disrupt the opponent’s play. Jaja I suspected was a bit worried of his injury but beginning to read the game better now. As usual Shidi and Fendi were reliable and confident at the back. Fadly was great in goal and so unfortunate he could not see the ball taking flight towards the goal mouth. Our biggest lesson learnt yesterday was we allowed our midfield engine room to breakdown. In any case, boys, thank you for being committed and to me you are the champion yesterday. We can only be better next year.
My analysis of the game above is not comprehensive. I purposely did not analyse this for the team yesterday as I wish the team to learn to analyse the game themselves. Firstly, they have to analyse their individual game, what as individual player that they have done right and wrong. Only then they analyse what they have done right and wrong as a team. As a player they have to learn to do this during the game as well. This is what we called a thinking player.
When Ghazi could not play in the final I knew it would be very difficult for us to win and I was hoping for it to go to penalty kicks. If Ghazi could play I would have fielded Fendi in midfield to stabilize the opponent’s distribution with Ajim. Syafiq and Lokman would be free to run the show for us. Although Baji was not fit he could be a good spoiler up front for us. Wan did his best as I asked him to go all out to disrupt the opponent’s play. Jaja I suspected was a bit worried of his injury but beginning to read the game better now. As usual Shidi and Fendi were reliable and confident at the back. Fadly was great in goal and so unfortunate he could not see the ball taking flight towards the goal mouth. Our biggest lesson learnt yesterday was we allowed our midfield engine room to breakdown. In any case, boys, thank you for being committed and to me you are the champion yesterday. We can only be better next year.
My analysis of the game above is not comprehensive. I purposely did not analyse this for the team yesterday as I wish the team to learn to analyse the game themselves. Firstly, they have to analyse their individual game, what as individual player that they have done right and wrong. Only then they analyse what they have done right and wrong as a team. As a player they have to learn to do this during the game as well. This is what we called a thinking player.
On The Train, Sept. 8, 2006
It was really crowded on the way home. I only got to sit at KL Sentral when a guy in front of me disembarked. After that I was just oblivious of all the happenings on the train as I continued reading for a while before I boot-uped my laptop at Salak Selatan Station. I did not have anything special to write so I took a stab at writing my KM Journey.
On The Train (Lee Chetopa and Cost of Marriage), Sept 7, 2006
On the STAR LRT going to Universiti Station from KL Sentral I saw a guy standing in front of me wearing Lee Chetopa. I smiled and remembered how crazy we were when it was the in thing way back in the 70’s. But our Lee Chetopa was not a carrot but straight cut and Lee had another version with different material that was cut like jeans. To wear those in those days would mean you are slick man.
I was reading Rory Stewart’s Places in Between, an account on his walk in Afghanistan, and the chapter I was reading talking about how costly it is to get married in Afghanistan. They need at least 5K, which is a lot there, to ‘buy’ a bride. To make it more interesting today in our incubation exercise we talked about dowry with our Indian vendor and they told us it is expensive in India as well. Well, at least in India the man is the benefactor. All these talks about marriage brought me back to my own wedding that I consider as quite cheap. Mainly because it was not a big wedding and far from exclusive. Come to thing of it, it was really nothing I sure did not feel it to be grand on that day. Apart from the nikah and the attire that I had to wear I did not feel anything more than I am getting married. I mean it was just like any other day. I did not have a lot of my friends coming and it was low key. Until today I do not know why I did not invite most of my school friends to the wedding. In fact none of us really invited each other except for a few of us. It is a mystery to me.
I was reading Rory Stewart’s Places in Between, an account on his walk in Afghanistan, and the chapter I was reading talking about how costly it is to get married in Afghanistan. They need at least 5K, which is a lot there, to ‘buy’ a bride. To make it more interesting today in our incubation exercise we talked about dowry with our Indian vendor and they told us it is expensive in India as well. Well, at least in India the man is the benefactor. All these talks about marriage brought me back to my own wedding that I consider as quite cheap. Mainly because it was not a big wedding and far from exclusive. Come to thing of it, it was really nothing I sure did not feel it to be grand on that day. Apart from the nikah and the attire that I had to wear I did not feel anything more than I am getting married. I mean it was just like any other day. I did not have a lot of my friends coming and it was low key. Until today I do not know why I did not invite most of my school friends to the wedding. In fact none of us really invited each other except for a few of us. It is a mystery to me.
On The Train (The demise of a very good story teller), Sept 6, 2006
I thought and wish it was just another hoax but sadly it is a reality. Yes, I am talking about the untimely death of the man worldwide known as The Crocodile Hunter. When I read the confirmation of his death I honestly thought it would be just another death that not going to effect me. How wrong I was. Until now I cannot stop thinking about it. I really admire this guy for being passionate with what he believes in and willing to go all to way to make whatever he was doing successful. I could not remember the first time I saw him but it was through his Crocodile Hunter series and I was just captivated with his tenacity and antics. I could straight away could tell how passionate he was with the animal most of us would not even dare to hear about. I admire him even more when I knew he is very much a family man who loves his family dearly. He kept a healthy life of sleeping and getting up early, no drinking and anything that is considered to be negative. He was, as they say, one hell of a story teller that managed to captivate children as well as adult like me all over the world. I think children would miss him most. As I said without giving it much thought I miss this Ozzie and the world is one story teller less
On The Train (Complexity), Sept 5, 2006
I came from PJ and just missed the immediate train to Seremban as I arrived at KL Sentral. So I crossed to the next platform to catch the Sentul train back to KL station. This maneuver actually guaranteed me a seat at KL Sentral. A Mak Cik who was on the phone talking sat next to me while I was still reading. I decided to use my laptop and once I have opened it she stopped talking to her handphone. From the corner of my eyes I could see she was watching me and looking at my small machine she asked me how much that it cost me. I told her and she was amazed as she said she had just bought an Acer that cost her bit more then mine. I wanted to start typing but she kept on watching and wanting to converse. So I opened something else and started to think to ignore her. Well, not that I hate her or something it was just that I need to write my thoughts and I did not wish to be observed. Ironic right? The observer does not like to be observed. Human is complex and that is why any ideal intervention on human system would fail if we introduce strict structured solution.
On The Train, Sept. 4, 2006
I somehow bought myself an original copy of Grease VCD over the weekend and I put it on, on the way home. Because of that I could not think or do anything else. For the record I have seen Grease for more then ten times. Four times while I was in school in Seremban in 1978. I could not remember whether it was Capitol or Rex but indeed four times. So you could imagine how many triggers that I had unconsciously set for myself. Now watching the movie again triggers a look of happy feeling in me. I was in 1978 all the way home. So that is powerful. I believe we could apply this concept for managing knowledge. Context and Triggers for better knowledge recall and transfer.
On The Train, Sept. 1, 2006
My mind was still thinking about Merdeka when I boarded the train home. Not that I am being too patriotic, patriotic yes, but just thinking about the state we are in at the moment. Yesterday, the whole nation was celebrating and my guess a lot of us just did that – celebrating. Celebrating what? Only you know the answer. We had the Merdeka run yesterday at BSP and my wife and I participated in the veteran and lady’s category respectively while Kak Cik in lady’s remaja category. I completed the run without stopping and managed myself am eight position, my wife tenth and Kak Cik fourth. Each of us brought back a similar hamper. We took part actually just for exercise sake the hampers were bonuses for us.
On The Train, Aug 30, 2006
The train was full and I was not surprised as most of the KL population are going somewhere for the Merdeka celebration. However what surprised me was that a lot of them were not really Malaysian but Indonesian. To them it was not about the Merdeka but just a very good reason to have a party. Somehow it proved to be not a healthy development as partying to most of them meant drinking and sometimes being a nuisance to Malaysians. At the same time those Malaysian that have gone to these Merdeka concerts and celebration also would not really know what Merdeka is. From a knowledge point of view I do not think we are Merdeka. In fact a lot of us are actually selling our knowledge assets away cheaply. Also, being knowledgeable means we can parade our brains to the highest bidders. Certainly after 49 years some of our values have gone from bad to worse.
I was thinking of taking my family somewhere but I did not have any idea where.
I was thinking of taking my family somewhere but I did not have any idea where.
On The Train, Aug 29, 2006
My dear neighbor passed away suddenly yesterday. Not really tragic but unexpected all the same. I do not know whether there’s such a thing as a good death but my neighbour ‘went’ peacefully and suddenly without any prolong sickness. We visited him to pay our last respect and witnessed the ‘last rite’. As any other death I was moved and reminded how I bathe, ‘clothed’ and buried my own father.
I manages a few mailing lists, and part of many at the same time, and somehow I could not hide how amaze I am observing a similar trend happening in all of them. One is currently going through that active cycle that includes the usual heated debate on something that is passionate to most members. This particular one is on the subject of unemployment within our own profession that somehow managed to bring out a lot of people into the surface. At least it is good for the mailing list after a long while of hardly any news. Funny enough the pattern of the debate includes certain similarity of it being political, judgmental, emotional and at times nonsensical. As a moderator I allow it to continue as I see it as healthy for the minds.
I caught the 1911 train home, a bit late as I had a lot of catching up to do. The train was pleasantly empty and the ride home was smooth and comfortable. When I was scanning the coach I realized there were a lot of ladies on the train. Unusual? Well, yes, as it was so obvious.
I manages a few mailing lists, and part of many at the same time, and somehow I could not hide how amaze I am observing a similar trend happening in all of them. One is currently going through that active cycle that includes the usual heated debate on something that is passionate to most members. This particular one is on the subject of unemployment within our own profession that somehow managed to bring out a lot of people into the surface. At least it is good for the mailing list after a long while of hardly any news. Funny enough the pattern of the debate includes certain similarity of it being political, judgmental, emotional and at times nonsensical. As a moderator I allow it to continue as I see it as healthy for the minds.
I caught the 1911 train home, a bit late as I had a lot of catching up to do. The train was pleasantly empty and the ride home was smooth and comfortable. When I was scanning the coach I realized there were a lot of ladies on the train. Unusual? Well, yes, as it was so obvious.
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