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Environment Personal

[2600] A lament of a tree lover

I do love trees. There is something comforting about trees, especially when I am surrounded by tall buildings most of the times. In the tropical Kuala Lumpur, it also has a cooling effect. That makes the city every bit more livable, never mind the aesthetic value it offers. Imagine large rain trees with the sound of leaves whistling as soft breeze blows through the landscape. Even imagining so is enough to make me smile a bit.

Great trees remind me of a time when I was relatively carefree, when I would lie down in the shade of a tree during summer, sleeping or reading a book or just eating lunch. The memories I associate with trees calm me down. A place without trees is a barren place and a depressing at that.

I can say that I have emotional connection with trees, especially with those within my familiar environs. And I had favorite trees in the past. These favorite trees of mine were where I would return almost daily when the weather permitted to do what a young me would do. I would lie down on the grass, by the trees and just stared at the clear blue skies. The mind would just be empty, uncluttered by equations, reports, personal issues, and only the heaven knows what else. I would be at peace with myself.

It hurts me whenever I see a tree cut down. Sure, there is deforestation everywhere, everyday but the feeling is accentuated when I see it. There is a feeling within me, almost irrational, that equates such cutting down to torture or killing of animals.

So, it pains me to see trees are being cut down to make way for the construction of the mass rapid transit in Kuala Lumpur. The first trees cleared to my knowledge were those on Federal Hill. I spotted it all the way up from the Parliament tower when I had a short stint there. It is the spot where the tunnel begins. Or will begin.

The latest patches of green succumbing to the monsters that would make up Devastator in the animated series Transformers (not the horrible Michael Bay’s version—he ruined Transformers) are in Damansara. The trees by the road leading to Bangsar from Jalan Semantan are now gone. The trees along the Sprint Highway will be gone soon too. Some have already been cut down.

I know, in terms of carbon accounting, the MRT will probably reduce net carbon emissions even as it cut down those trees (as well as trees for timber from elsewhere). That is good but it still pains me to see these trees being there no more. Between watching a pillar supporting the MRT rail line and a green, lush tree, I prefer the latter.

Also, the dust is nothing to look forward to.

Do not get me wrong. I do love to see a Kuala Lumpur with MRT. I do love intracity trains. Notwithstanding its financial merit and demerit, for better or for worse, a city with a great rail system is nice to live in. I for one do hate driving and the MRT will provide an alternative way for me to move around the city, if I stay in the city by the time the lines are operational. But that does not mean everything about the MRT is a-okay.

There are costs to it and the trees are one of the costs.

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Economics Personal Politics & government

[2572] The bitterness of a financial conservative

I handle my finances conservatively. I spend very little for someone my age and my profile. In fact, I impose a sort of limit on my spending. I am conscious of it and get mildly nervous if my total spending grows too fast even when I can more than afford it.

I probably do buy too much insurance and I do save or invest a large part of my earnings. My credit card service provider probably hates me for having to finance me without getting the chance to charge me interest too often too much.

I can afford to save a lot partly because I do not have too many financial responsibilities.

The other factor behind my saving habit has a lot to do with my upbringing and education.

As a very young school kid, I never really needed to spend too much. Canteen food was clearly subsidized. I rarely asked my parents for expensive items.

The more important thing was that my parents did not give me a generous allowance when I was in primary school. My pocket money was very little. Not that I needed too much anyway but at that age, the limited pocket money effectively curbed any spending impulse I might have then. I was always mindful of my limits. It trained me to be financially prudent.

The same was true as I attended a boarding school in Kuala Kangsar; I rarely had expensive lunches or dinners. Meals were again subsidized and there was rarely a need to spend lavishly in a small rural royal town in Perak. While my allowance did increase, it was definitely less than that of my more well-off peers. I lived spartanly then. This continued during my undergraduate years in America. Formal lessons in economics further solidified my attitude towards personal finance.

During my time living abroad, I did learn to enjoy the finer things in life, but I rarely, if ever, overspent. I rarely overspend still.

So, I can say with certainty that I live by the morality of a financial conservative very strictly.

I think I can say without too much pretension that I am an economist. I understand the various reasons for fiscal deficits. Some of the causes for deficit are justifiable, and some are not. I do understand how the government is not a household in a way that the government can do certain things beyond typical household economics, the point which many defenders of the roles of government in society rush to in deflecting criticism against many facets of government spending. After six years of education in economics, I do not think I need too much schooling in that matter excessively.

Rather, put the economics aside and understand the psychology instead. Understand the worldview of a financially conservative taxpayer.

The state of federal government finance does not impress a person like me. Deep inside, I do feel something along the lines of ”if I can do it, why can’t Putrajaya?” It is a dismissive attitude towards the federal government. It is a damning judgment against a failure to adhere to certain brands of secular morality.

It is a kind of sentiment that is almost always in the background. It is the ever-present demand for financial discipline. Putrajaya violates this conservative morality so blatantly. Each violation accumulates further moral condemnation.

What further justifies the dismissive attitude is the inevitability that the indiscipline — add in the irresponsible economic populism that has happened throughout the year and earlier — will one day, one way or another, result in higher tax on the conservative, and everybody else, sooner or later. Whether I like it or not, I, will have to finance the fiscal indiscipline of Putrajaya.

That fuels my bitterness towards Putrajaya.

Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams. Some rights reserved Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams. Some rights reserved Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams. Some rights reserved
First published in The Malaysian Insider on July 26 2012.

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Personal

[2520] Part of my life, gone

I just received a brand new laptop as the old one that I bought 3 years ago were showing sign of stress. Out of luck, on the day I began working on my new gadget the old one decided to die. It refused to even start up. I had planned to transfer all of my files to the new laptop. That plan has now unraveled.

While I have backed up most of my files from routine maintenance that I conducted, the past year has seen me slacking off. I managed to recover some pictures only because I have not deleted anything from my camera. I managed to recover some of my music because of my iPod.

The crash has led me to ponder about the digitalization of my life. I wonder also about the digitalization of humanity. The specific question is, if for some reason humanity becomes extinct, how much would be left behind? Would a new intelligent being be able to figure out the true grasp of humanity?

Sure, there would be buildings, bridges, roads, power lines, vehicles, books and others, but with many more — a whole lot more — digitalized, a significant portion of humanity would be gone just like that. To think of the old laptop of mine, I think I have lost all of my bookmarks, some of my spreadsheets, plans, some codes that I wrote, music that I love, things that I wrote to a former lover, games, movies, pictures of those dear to me — I feel as if I lost years.

This feeling of loss of mine points to the very real notion that we are transient beings. Even our memories. I find that distressing.

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Humor Personal Poetry

[2519] A singing bird

Oh singing bird,
please let me sleep,
anymore I would leap,
to throw you some turd.

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Personal Poetry

[2509] Sigh…

Pray for a cup of coffee,
Maybe for whatever fee,
Pray a peek at your face,
Maybe for a heart’s pace.