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Yes, you may have not heard of it but there are simple etiquette to follow when using the lift or elevator. Attending a meeting at Menara Citibank, I never realised that my visit would be giving my blood pressure a little kick. Here's what I wrote on Facebook about my experience: FAIL 1 Lift door opens and an elderly man needs to step out. Young male in his 20s does not move aside for the elderly man to step out of the lift. A few seconds pass... I get fed up, moved past the elderly man and stands face to face with young male, our noses almost touching, staring eye to eye with him. He looked at me like he did nothing wrong. Eventually, young male moves aside. I let the elderly man out. Victory for manners? I am not advocating for us Malaysians to be vigilantes but I am all for the creation of awareness to the younger generation on the need to observe manners. And, to have manners and to be civilized. This basic rule of thumb of letting people out of the lift first is al

With many golfers already lacking basic etiquette and common courtesy on the course, it is time for rude golfers to respect others. *AS APPEARED IN GOLF DIGEST MALAYSIA (NOVEMBER 2017) We know mankind cannot be perfect. But, we also know that if there is a will, there is always a way. I am not here to deliver a sermon to right the wrongs of others but I feel compelled to bring to light how “nasty” humans can be. A conversation with an event manager of a high-profile amateur golf event brought back nightmares of my short stint as public relations and sales manager at A’Famosa Golf Resort. The event manager and her assistant related to me how “evil” some difficult golfers are over the phone. The most disgusting habit that these Malaysians have are replying way past the tournament entry deadline, and threatening these innocent victims that they will call their client to complaint if they do not change the terms just to suit their whim and fancy. How can th

Rain Dance - Part 2 Startled by the soft touch on her shoulder, Imelda turned. To her surprise, it was one of her former schoolmates, Eddy. "Fancy meeting you here," Eddy said in his hoarse voice from countless years of smoking. Startled, it took Imelda a few seconds to recompose and respond. The pause was also due to the fact that they once dated when they were teenagers. "Hey, how's it going Eddy," Imelda replied. "It has been many years, hasn't it?" "Yes," Eddy replied. "It has been too long" Eddy was an attractive man whose father was Indian and mother was Chinese. He was the "mister right" in the Kuala Lumpur school where they both studied together. He was very athletic and was the school's football team striker. "So, how is life treating you Eddy?" asked Imelda. Pausing and looking away to the distance, Eddy replied, "Things are not going so great Imelda," he replied. "My life has

I commute daily on the Federal Highway. Like hundreds and thousands of Malaysians and expatriates. We drive, ride and cycle, or use the trains and buses. But have you noticed how scary it is to drive these days? I ask this because a lady (and I am trying my best to be civilized!) in a red Mazda CX3 nearly caused a pile-up entering the corner of the old palace exit towards Petaling Jaya. How you may ask? She was busy talking and texting on her smartphone, swerving suddenly into the corner at the last minute. The car in front had no choice but to slam on the brakes. Luckily, some of the old reflexes from the karting days helped and I avoided crashing. Passing the red Mazda a minute later, I saw her texting on her smartphone (stupid!). Her car swerving from side to side. From the middle lane, she wanted to change to the left lane suddenly... Nearly crashing into another vehicle. That was bad driver number one. The second incident I witnessed was how an old Perodua Kancil cha

Frankly, I am tired of the yearly stress of pre-Chinese New Year prep. This year it was time to say enough is enough... "I ain't gonna kill myself doing chores while trying to work my ass off to make a living," I told myself. Memories of how the older folk in the family get sick cleaning and decorating their homes flooded my brain cells. Being Chinese is a beautiful thing though... our customs are unique and extremely unbelievable to Westerners. We are what we are. The worse thing to observe are the do's and don't's peddled by feng shui masters. After years of observation, my advice is believe it and don't believe it. Just pray and be a better human being. Stuff I realized I didn't need to fuss about: 1. Getting a haircut... So, I declared that I will be leaving it long this year. Doubt I will make it stick in this heat. And, the salons charge too high anyway!!! 2. Buying traditional CNY stuff... Buying Mandarin oranges, symbolic cak