Right Man for the Right Place

On Jan 1st of this year, I was in Malaysia, and I chose to spend my lunch time with a Datuk in a hotel. I went with my husband’s okay and support.

YOU TRAMP.

Okay, so it was nothing dodgy at all. It was a meeting with a long-time work contact, Prof Zaini. He is now actually Datuk Seri Zaini Ujang, Malaysia’s secretary-general of the Ministry of Energy, Green Technology and Water. But I don’t know, big titles don’t seem to suit him, in my mind he will always be that smiley Prof I first met circa 2003 or 04.

Some background is needed, I suppose.

In the early noughties, I was still a junior reporter at the New Straits Times interested in water management issues in the country, and I had a lot of questions. He was an academic in one of the local universities who could talk about the subject of water until the cows came home. Over the years and many discussions about water and the environment, I would call him whenever I had to understand technicalities or context related to these issues. Over the years I would also watch as his career boomed – he would continue to grow academically and professionally; in research, teaching and advocacy. He eventually became vice-chancellor of Universiti Teknologi Malaysia, advised the government on issues, and continued to win awards, work with other universities, and so on and so forth. Many years later when he heard I had left the newspaper business for freelance writing, he hired me to edit material for UTM and teach his staff about social media and the like. When I moved to the UK, we would keep in touch sometimes, but by then he was an even busier man – he had been appointed Ministry of Education’s secretary-general (II) in 2013, later moving to Ministry of Higher Education. Last year, he would finally enter the ministry best suited for him – Energy, Green Technology and Water. I remember smiling big time when I read the news.

Okay, back to my meeting with him on Jan 1. The thing you have to remember about government officials or politicians in Malaysia is they are so busy and there is often a huge amount of red tape or dealing with secretaries and calendars if you want to meet them. The thing you have to know about me is I still had many friends I wanted to see in Malaysia before I left for the UK, and I was so tired. And this was the first day of 2017!

But the thing about Prof Zaini is he is still as humble, efficient and cheerful as the first day I met him all those years ago. And to know he wanted to make time to meet me was heartwarming, so I knew I had to make time to head to KL. New Year’s Day in the over-crowded city centre, yikes!  Anyway, we locked the time and venue down in just a few messages, ‘Okay see you there’ and we were done. We met at the breakfast/lunch restaurant of Mandarin Oriental, where he sometimes has meetings.

And here’s why I’m writing this post at all.

With all his status and success, we spent lunch talking about …. water and the environment and sustainability issues. And books and cycling, which he is quite obsessed about. Yes, we caught up – he asked about family and I asked him about life as an office-bearer, but we did not talk much about politics or what have you. When I told him about my no-shopping, low consumption plans this year, he was very interested and shared his thoughts on consumerism. We discussed sustainability issues at length. I even pointed out his super hip bag – it was the Kånken bag! I don’t think he realised how hipster the brand was, he just knew it as a great and durable bag from Sweden. (He is now all over Scandinavian efficiency, development and sustainable living – he keeps sending attachments about Hygge and ‘How to Live Danishly’ and all)

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We also talked about the possibilities of improving the environment and green technology in Malaysia. ‘Prof,’ I told him, ‘This is your time, you can really make a difference.’ There is no better ministry for him. My personal hope is that those around him and in charge of other decisions pertaining to these sectors can move with him, for everyone knows the issues of water management, energy and the environment in the country are numerous and complicated. At the end of the lunch, I remember feeling energised about my own sustainability goals and hopeful for the country. Not thaaaat hopeful, but it was something. It was a good way to start off the first day of the year for me.

 

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Even in the chillest of conversations, he draws charts …

 

I don’t keep in touch with many work contacts at all, and friends would know my current feelings about the administration in Malaysia. There are many things I sigh about when it comes to Malaysia, but obviously it is still so wonderfully raw and rife with possibilities. This is an example right here – someone born for a role now has it.

To Datuk Seri Zaini Ujang, I’m sure those who know you feel ever so grateful that you continue to share articles with us about ‘Responsible Consumption’ and ‘The Odd Beauty of Ice Fishermen’, haha. I just want to say thank you and Happy Birthday. I know I am a day (?) late, but here’s to your continuing passion and dedication to subjects you have always felt strongly about. May you achieve your dreams about book-writing and doing as much as you can for the betterment of the environment in Malaysia.

 

To those in Malaysia who are interested in these issues – especially Malaysian youth with good intentions and plans – you now have a man who is knowledgeable, committed and open to ideas about the topics of sustainability and Energy, Green Technology and Water. He just got in last year, but he won’t be there forever (you know what Malaysian politics is like!) He is interested in innovation. He raised the name of MaGIC (The Malaysian Global Innovation and Creativity Centre) before I did.

So move now. Plan nowDo what you can now.

 

Fond Travel Memories

Those who have been to our home know about the seemingly random photograph of a man on a horse displayed on our wall. I had such a laugh when I first saw it because it is a little jarring in the midst of all our other personal photographs. I had come back from Malaysia and he had put some framed photos up. I was like WTF is this guy doing on our walls??! My husband argued that he really liked the photo and it reminded him of such a nice day in Argentina!

I must admit that I love that photograph, and today especially so, when we caught this very gaucho on British TV this afternoon! I really squealed when I saw him and other gauchos we spent time with on TV, it truly was such a joy. Ann was packing in the next room and I actually asked her to come out and look at ‘our’ gaucho. (A gaucho is an Argentinian ‘cowboy’, or horse whisperer, which may be an oversimplification really)

That day we spent on that estancia, or ranch, was the most relaxing day we had in Argentina. It was the beautiful outdoors, la pampas. We chatted with locals. We had the best food and we rode horses, and I played with dogs … it was truly a wonderful day. I have only ever written one proper travel review in my life, unprompted, and it was for this estancia – Camino Pampa – on Tripadvisor. We have since recommended it to other friends who may be going to Argentina.

There he is on the right!

Sorry about my foot, haha. But there he is again!

So yeah, a post that has nothing to do with decluttering or non-consumption. It just made us really happy today remembering that day. Reminded us that this is the kind of travel we like, when we interact with locals. But hey, actually, perhaps it also is about the home – we have something on our wall that truly sparks joy. So this is what it means. When we see it, when we explain it, when we even think about it. It’s just good vibes. And I guess that’s just a lovely thing to have in our home. Thank you for putting this photograph up, Anh, that was a good call 😉

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People Around You

Maybe it’s because I’ve been happy with the company of my best friend, Ann, who is now here in London. I love having her around! Maybe it’s because Valentine’s Day has just passed, and even though we do not celebrate it, I have been reflective about my husband and child. Just grateful for how we are and what we have. Maybe it’s because Chinese New Year is now over, and so are our planned hosting or celebrations in the house. I’m feeling zen and much more relaxed about life in general here in London.

I don’t know if if my de-cluttering goals have helped with that. For I have also taken steps to add elements of ‘spark joy’ in my relationships.

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Pix by Ann. A lovely day out chatting with your sister from another mother is just the best.

I told Ann about some steps I had taken this year about who I had been hanging out with too, or allowing into my space and frame of mind.

It is a little tricky in London, for it is not my ‘hood’ yet, even though I have been living here on and off for 10 years now. In Malaysia, I must admit I am flush with choices. So many wonderful people I love are there, and there are so many interesting people I can meet or do projects with. I’m not saying there are no such people in London – obviously there are! – but I do not have the same roots or networks yet. And these past few years have been a bit mad for me – new country, new career, new home, new baby. It’s not going to get any less mad. I wish I could drink my brains out  I knew I needed to find other ways to keep sane and happy, so I am doing things this year to keep everything together.

On the relationships and friendships side of things, these are some things that have happened:

  • Not only removed crap and added things that ‘sparked joy’ in my house. This needed to apply to who I hung out with or allowed in my ear/head. After learning about a friend who was ever ready to gossip about me (dude, are we still in college?), I came to the conclusion that I just needed to change the nature of the relationship – bam, you are now an acquaintance. No drama needed. But one needs to actually remove them from your ear or head – it makes no sense if you are hearing from them every day (whether online, on feeds, in chat groups), when you wouldn’t want to actually spend time with them on a daily basis anyway. That just sparks yuck. Their feeds make you feel gross or negative? You want to curse or barf when they say certain things?  Unfollow the feeds. Remove yourself. Un-attach. It’s early days but it’s been so important and good for me.

 

  • They say ‘You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.’ While I may not necessarily agree with that to a T, I agree with the concept. Obviously I am so far away from my most loved. But I still try to make sure they are in my life as much as possible – I chat with them, write to them, think about them. I want to make more effort with people I really love, respect or am curious about. I am also taking steps to get more involved within my immediate community, and do things I used to do in Malaysia. It will take time and effort, but these are quality ways to spend my time.

 

  • I think I have rebooted some anxiety re my feelings about feelings. Haha. Don’t worry about feeling uncool or affected about relationships and friendships. Over the past few years I have realised the coolest, most macho, most zen people have more than their fair share of issues to do with relationships. You think boys and men don’t have these dramas or issues – I can assure you that is absolutely wrong, they just deal with it a bit differently. The coolest cats also have issues, sometimes relationship drama you wouldn’t even be able to imagine. I’ve seen that a lot of dysfunction comes from people who have trouble expressing or speaking about issues, and a lot more people get hurt along the way sometimes. This year I have decided I will write about it all, because I think I have finally accepted that this is who I am. What can I say? I am an overthinking and over-feeling little shit. And I shall embrace this insanity – bring it!

 

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When you don’t buy crap, you can treat your friends to a real special birthday lunch at Duck & Waffle! 

 

  • I have said sorry or tried to make amends with friends where an apology or discussion is necessary. I think all of us have that – a past encounter or issue you have felt bad or uncomfortable about in hindsight. I have done that when I was younger, but it takes a certain strength to do it now the older you get. Perhaps the ego or comfort zone (‘just leave it’) gets in the way some times. I do it when I sincerely feel I was being an ass, and I really want the person to hear my apology. Whether the person forgives me or not is totally not up to me, and they have every right to feel the way they do. That’s not up to me.

 

Well that’s mostly it. So yes, I have decluttered my home, and I have kind of ‘decluttered’ some relationships. I suppose it is apparent in the word ‘clutter’ – it is a mess, you don’t know what is there, really. You feel torn about things and you know you could be happier. It can feel so fucked up.

So now I feel better. Will it stay this way? Who knows?

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Our Clothing Situation

We actually finished our clothing (the very first category to declutter, according to Marie Kondo) about 2-3 weeks ago. I thought I would give an overview of how things are right right now, to show how we have fared aka if the tidiness has persisted.

I know things don’t look sooooo tidy, but to us it really is! It’s not perfect, but hubs and I have talked about how we feel so relaxed about getting ready for work or going out now. We know where everything is and can see everything – it makes a real difference.

You will see that I am not a minimalist (21 pieces of clothing whatever pffffthh) and I am realistic, I don’t plan to become one. I was never a big shopper to begin with – my husband never feels a discomfort of any sort when I enter any shop. I feel I like clothes and have enough to keep cosy and warm through all the seasons. I also have tried to be fair and sensible to myself and keep things necessary through different phases – pregnancy, breastfeeding, and going back to work. That was a bit hard because sometimes you don’t know how big you will get and all. Trousers and other tighter fit-items were particularly tricky, because I did not want to simply discard things – I have a no clothes rule this year after all!

My closet

My scarves and accessories are on special sorting hangers at the front bit on the left. My closet includes all my winter and autumn outer wear too, so it has got a bit of bulk.

Our sliding doors are a little weird so I can only take pictures of the closet like this. Husband’s bit is on the right. The middle section is mine! Mostly dresses, outerwear, sweaters and jeans, which I tend to take in and out a lot. Bags I love are there for me to feast my eyes on happily every day (That’s what she means by make sure everything ‘sparks joy!’)

Left: gloves and hats, things like that. Right: Underwear and socks (I disregarded the Konmari method for socks, I have always rolled them in balls and will continue to do so!)

What I really love about this decluttering system is that somehow or other we really freed up a lot of space. And I mean a lot – we have several drawers now which are still empty. They were just overflowing with crap before. As the Konmari method says all storage space is temporary until you are completely DONE, and we are not, we have left the empty drawers as they are now. Why are we not ‘done’?

Due to recent hosting events in the house, we decided to leave our kitchen aside first, as well as the ‘papers‘ category. They are both substantial categories, so we want to do them right. The ‘papers’ category may not be important to some people, but as husband is a mortgage broker and I am a teacher/writer, you can imagine we have tonnes of paper around, and we need to decide what’s important, what needs to be filed properly, and what needs to be tossed. Our guest/study room is okay but not decluttered yet, as we put things we wanted to give away or discard inside there – we wanted to do this right and not just throw it all away.

Okay, sorry, back to my drawers …

Thermals, pajamas, loungewear. Boring stuff … which explains why I don’t fold them too nicely.

Running and exercise wear, and work trousers on the right.

Shorts, skirts, swimwear and others (maternity, traditional wear etc)

And that’s it. That’s all my clothes. Honestly it took another cupboard and spaces in Luca’s room to fill all the other crap I had previously, but they are now all here, and I couldn’t be more pleased.

The drawer below houses all my cosmetics and hair thingies and what have you. It doesn’t look the best, but my top priority is to ensure I can see everything. I think once you can see everything, as KonMari suggests, you are on safe ground. It doesn’t degenerate into that cavern of messy secrets aka WTF IS THIS GAHHHHH. Unfortunately I had to lay some bottles on their side (not ideal), because of height restrictions. I have a stash of skin creams and lotions tucked away in another cupboard, because … well I’ll tell you about that some other time.

All these drawers use to house loads of crap. Our second and third drawers are now pretty freed up. The bottom drawer houses miscellaneous things of mine aka some things a WOMAN WOULD RATHER YOU NOT SEE.

Hubby’s Update:

Husband’s area. Not as lean as before – the left part is recently dried tops – but everything is still very neat and tidy. When I took the picture though, he said ‘Oh man but there’s already trash in there!’ He is referring to our humidifier on the bottom right, which recently gave up and died on us – hmmmm what shall we do with it husband, will it stay there forever as per previous habits?

‘You are encroaching on my space!’, he says about lower left box with my bags and clutches hee hee hee.

So that is us, all done. Now for the kiddo. It is really hard to keep things together for him because he keeps on outgrowing stuff and we have tonnes of second hand clothes kindly given by friends and mommies from our community – it was hard to keep things:  a)sorted nicely b) ready for his next phase  c)tucked away and ready for his sibling. But after a while I got things down as nicely as I could. Things for his sibling-to-be have been packed away and labelled according to 3-9 months, 9-12months + and so on.

Tornado’s Things:

His principal/current drawer.

Next drawer below is his ‘next stage’ clothing. Yes, that’s him being nosy.

Drawer below that is the newborn stuff – 3 months clothing ready for his sibling

Keeping this drawer free for miscellaneous items and just-in-case things.

So there you have it. Our clothing situation – now done and dusted, thanks to the KonMari method. Honestly if you do only this, it will be such relief already. We had a certain zen when it was all done, and we still have this lovely zen today when it comes to our wardrobes. I know people tidy up all the time, but I think what hubs and I have realised is that if we remember certain principles we have learnt – that everything has its place and we should be able to see everything – we will not degenerate into a whole shitstorm of mess again.

But hey, ask us again in two or three months?

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IKEA nearly got me

We went to IKEA today. Mainly to get some baby/toddler safety latches as the Little Tornado likes to open drawers now, with too much enthusiasm for our liking.

We also went there to get those IKEA meatballs for brunch. Yes we are sad but we don’t care, we are now parents.

Husband got the latches and some more black sorting boxes that have been absolutely integral to our house tidying process, you know, the Drona boxes. We highly recommend them.

Anyway so that’s all we wanted to get right? Okay.

I’m passing the Kitchen market place section and see this frying spatula. It’s a simple kitchen utensil from their cheap but dependable set. I pick it up, because I think: “This will be good because I cook a lot and our one is always dirty when I have to cook a new dish – this way I always have two for easy access.”

Thought processes as follows:

Shit but this means I’m buying something.

But shucks it’s just 50p. 50p is okay, I’ve saved a lot so far.

Shit but it’s not about the budget, it’s about the stuff.

But these new rules mean we cook so much more, can’t we just add to efficiently? Isn’t that part of the process too?

You’re full of shit, you know, lady.

Maybe I can get Anh to buy it somehow.

But that’s bloody cheating!

But it’s just 50p!

You’re so pathetic, you know.

All the while I am holding this frying spatula, walking past all these lovely things, swatting imaginary things here and there all over IKEA.

At the end of it all, I put the spatula next to some random pot in a section far, far away. And we leave.

That was close. But that’s the thought process. It’s hard. Your brain is your best friend and worst enemy.


Anyway, happy Chap Goh Meh. The 15th and final day of Chinese New Year. Our decorations at home come down after this, the year truly starts proper now 😉  Here we are, at the Magic Lantern Festival in Chiswick this evening – thanks to our friends Nadine and Ewan. We nearly froze our asses off but it was still lovely to see all the lights.

Happy rest of the weekend all. May the force be with you in your thought processes. x

Consumption Update #Week 1

So it’s been 10 days since no-shopping started. Here are my success and failures re my New Rules so far. For things that can’t be so easily put in these two categories, I have written them as ‘notes’.

Failures:

  • The TIME aka INTERNET time management rule: Of course this would be the thing that got me, wouldn’t it? I would add the ‘laughing till crying’ emoticon here, but it’s not really funny – I need to tweak this particular rule so that it is as practical and realistic as it is well-meaning. Firstly, after 10 days I have realised it is really hard not to comment or like posts. The reading of other news posts or articles etc was simple enough, I just read them and then went my own way. What I found difficult was that on my own posts, if I did not reply or even acknowledge comments (and acknowledging responses are done with ‘Likes!’), I felt ever so …. rude. R U D E. Like, hey fuck you, I wrote this thing but I could care less if you have something to say about that. Harder still were questions to be answered, or just continuing a harmless enough thread. I mean, I want to be better with my time, but I don’t want to end up being an asshole online with horrible net etiquette? Tweaking necessary. 
  • The one-hour a day surfing rule is tough to manage. I definitely cut my time online a lot, but still – with my busy days working or with my toddler, it was not realistic to say this one hour should be in 7-8am, or 8-9pm, or whatever. I just basically trusted myself to do 15 minutes here, 10 minutes there, and so on. Obviously, this is not realistic and unsustainable, and guaranteed to degenerate into ‘no rule at all’ if I let this continue further. Tweaking necessary. 

Notes: The times I did choose to go on messenger and Whatsapp instead to reply were a revelation. If I did answer some questions or comments on a separate platform, I inevitably caught up with people I wouldn’t have caught up with. It was both good and bad – I had some nice conversations, but they also took more time than … a ‘Like’. 

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We had so much fun at our first Chinese New Year/Tet Open House last weekend x

Successes:

  • Have not bought anything I am not meant to buy   🙂 
  • Have bought dental stuff as per directed by my dentist, and Strepsils for a horrid cough, but those were things I deemed medical.
  • Have not bought a single bottled water, it has been so nice just using my tumbler. Realise it all adds up.
  • Our biggest success by far, has been our meal planner. My husband is so pleased with the results and so am I. We have cooked on all the nights we planned, except for one. Our fridge always has what we want it to have, and wastage has been reduced greatly. The one day we did not adhere to the plan was due to husband needing to attend a work function one evening. It was his turn that night to cook bun rieu and I er.. don’t know how to cook that dish. But I had taken Little Tornado to the Transport Museum in Covent Garden, and my pregger cravings made me grab a nearby Shake Shack burger after that, so that was my dinner done.
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Our new meal planner on the fridge got a lot of attention during our open house (eh you cook BKT from scratch ah? “NOLAH PACKET LAH MAD AH”) – clearly people who cook do think about things like this too!

Notes: Which leads me to a conversation with my husband and I on Sunday, when I said I would like some KFC, could he please go to the drive thru and get me some? Friends who know me know that fast food, in particular KFC, is a weakness. I do not have a sweet tooth, I do not indulge in chocolate, I do not drink coffee and am hardly dependent on tea. I do not overindulge in anything, but I do expect once in a while to be fed the evil offerings of these evil corporations. It’s just what it is, I just can’t help it, I guess anti-KFC or fast food activists will just have to accept that. So it was to my horror when husband looked at me blankly during said request, and said: “Er. That’s take out. So … what is my role in all this? Am I an enforcer? Do you want me to help you abide by your rules, or …what?”

Oh my goodness, I gasped! Yes really, gasped, because it’s KFC, okay. I would have to tweak my rules or make them clearer.

I told him when I said ‘take out’, I really meant those times we used JustEat to order meals from restaurants, you know those meals that use tonnes of plastic packaging and all. I would feel so, so guilty every time I ordered take out – it felt I was not only lazy for not cooking, I was adding so much more unnecessary crap in my rubbish bin. “But in no way did I mean KFC!” I whined explained. It was my once-in-a-while treat. Also, I had just run 10K that morning, I moaned reasoned. I so needed my KFC! I also had to remind him that I needed no ‘enforcing’, as I am a strong, independent WOMAN HEAR ME ROAAARRRRR. (But help me get my KFC lah, pretty please?) 

Kesimpulannya:

Going well so far. But things to tweak, and a long way to go.

Next up: Update on the state of the house re tidying/clutter.

Why Why Why (Final)

The Number One Reason

For my no-buying and low consumption year:

In three words it can be summarised as ‘Shame and Guilt’.

I am over-thinking and over-feeling walking sack of Shame and Guilt most of the time. The Guilt of Privilege and Helplessness – OMG what can I do about Syria? About the kleptocracy in Malaysia? I have the Mother of All Guilts, Mom Guilt. Fellow moms would know, dudes, you can’t touch this Guilt. It is mega. But the guilt that has determined my 2017, this year, is the guilt and shame that goes with being a consumer. Everything connected to my feelings about environmental degradation and waste and sustainability finally peaked at the last few months of 2016. I guess it was a long time coming.

It probably took three epiphanies/incidences before it really hit me:

  • The Souvenir Scam – circa 2005/06 : I bought a lovely and authentic turquoise-decorated ring from a Turkish market as a travel keepsake. About a year later I was to find the exact same ring … in a market in Cambodia. So very authentic. Not long after that, I would just stop buying people souvenirs in general. Unless a friend specifically asks for something from the area I am going to, I am no longer buying ugly things that force my friends to uglify their homes in the spirit of friendship. Friends don’t do shit like that to each other.
  • The Qipu Lu epiphany – 2011 : The Londoner and I travelled around China for four months in 2011 – partly to see if we could live together like that and still want to be together, partly due to immigration frustrations, and partly because we just wanted to travel la. We had so much fun and learned a lot in China. But it did trigger something within me. It was in Shanghai, in the craziness of this area of Qipu Lu – foreigners called it ‘Cheap-u Lu’ or ‘Cheap Street’ –  that I had a visceral reaction. There were buildings, these wholesale malls, of stuff. The cheapest, most unsightly, most throwaway stuff you had ever seen were in rows, heaps and bundles everywhere. From clothes to shoes to tourist knick knacks, it was a visual nightmare – so much, so wasteful, so unnecessary. We were there with friends and had wanted to see what it was like at first, and maybe get a bargain or two. But the scenes there, and the amount of things everywhere – I ended up feeling distressed and nauseated. I didn’t buy anything. It was in China that I rethought stuff in general. I did not buy much at all from China.
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A typical scene at Qipu Lu. Pix from dhetravel.blogspot.

  • The London/Malaysian Experience –  2014 to 2016:  After China I did change my consumer habits quite a bit. My tastes had also changed. I just wanted better quality, more classic-looking things. After moving to London to be with Anh, I had also gone through several rounds of packing and unpacking, and that tends to shame and guilt you into looking at the stuff you have accumulated over the years. I actually already experimented with a shopping challenge in 2014, vowing not to buy anything from the high streets – Top Shop, Zara and the like, for about 8 months. As a reward, I would then be able to buy some higher end things I actually wanted at the end of the year – during the Christmas/Boxing Day sales. At least that was my plan. Come December and I realised I had changed. I had developed a repulsion towards Sales. I realised that everything they parade for you in their sales, even branded goods, were pretty awful. You may be an Alexander Wang top but you ugly as fuck. This is why you are on sale, and you is still ugly, and you is still bloody expensive! I would look at the rows of the sales items – in all their wrong size and unsellable glory – and be reminded of Qipu Lu. At the end of that year, I bought one beautiful bag, one that I had been dreaming about for four years. It was expensive. It was classic. And I made sure I made buying that item an experience. And that was that. I was happy.

Come 2015 though, I had popped a baby. And everything went crazy. I went crazy. I think the doubt and madness and sleeplessness throws you into this weird haze and stupor. I developed an insane relationship with Amazon.com, buying everything and all I thought would help me be a better mother, wife, person, anything. From baby gadgets to tops to make me feel better, I bought so many things I know now I just did not need. I threw away so many things, I wasted so many things too. My husband patiently put up with me with it all, I think he knew I was just trying to survive this insane new motherhood phase.

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It was a haze. Oh what a time it was. 

In 2016, everything had stabilised somewhat – my baby was still alive and thriving, and as a mother you start feeling more like a human being again once you realise the kid is alive and thriving. Once baby became a toddler, I felt more like myself again. And my brain was back. (A little) Back enough for me to rethink things like wastage, the environment and consumption again. I remember being back in a Malaysian mall at the end of 2016, walking into a huge Mango store, and I felt that familiar nauseated feeling. There were 70% OFF signs everywhere. Everywhere. I remember walking around, mumbling to myself things I had been agonising about in the past – OMG who will buy all this crap. And why 70%? Should they have been produced in the first place then? And when all this cannot be sold, where does it go? WHERE? Moved around to where? And this is just one Mango shop in one small town in one city in one country, imagine all the crap that is everywhere in the world! 

And then a few days later, I sat down to watch the documentary The True Cost. And all the things I had been distressed about in the last few years just clarified, the puzzles fit, it all made sense to me. I cried, damn it!

The human and social element of rampant, unthinking consumption greatly distressed me, but what really upset me more was the cost to the environment – those landfills, our rivers, our groundwater, our air. The chemicals needed to grow all that cotton. There are many lessons from the documentary but the ones that stood out most for me is that even if you donate your things to charity shops, only 10% get sold. The rest need to be moved again, as junk, elsewhere. Also buying more expensive things may not necessarily be better – the materials or parts required still have to come from somewhere, and it may not just be Italian leather.

 

So there you go. After that I couldn’t turn back, I guess. I just needed to do something, or at least try. I am so not perfect, I am so shit at all this. I know how entrenched I am with this consumerism, this capitalist system. But I can’t not just try.

If you don’t do anything else, at least educate yourself more about what is really happening out there, and just have a think or two whenever you buy something. At least a more considered thought, that is all. It seems like such an insurmountable system to overcome. But we can always just try.

Please spend some time watching The True Cost in full here.

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