Mind Hygiene

大包子(Da Bao Zi)'s latest video resonates with me so much. He articulates what I have been thinking in such a structural fashion.

So amidst the rise of Covid-19 cases in Malaysia, another "virus" hit the Malaysian Chinese community not long ago. It was the Yang Bao Bei (YBB) saga. In summary, 大包子's video criticizes, in the rise of this virus invasion into the public consciousness, how the general audience is easily manipulated by social media, advertisers, and more specifically by an influencer, and how they used our primitive monkey mind to further their power over us.

The majority of the YBB saga happened about a month ago. After a suicide attempt which gained the public's empathy, only to reveal that she had been lying, cheating, stealing, and heavily involving in gambling and loan sharks, the public anger against her was at all time high. It was at this time that some cheeky folks decided to sponsors her and used her infamous popularity to advertise their products on Facebook live stream. I think deep down, YBB and her recent sponsors understand very well that her recent rise of popularity is an effective tool to sell products. While those sponsors are definitely dodgy, but just like 大包子, what disappoints me, is the huge number of audience who tuned into those live streams.

I feel like most of the people just don't seem to understand that view count is how they earn money and what feeding their power. The way I see it, there are two types of people who tuned into the live streams. First are those who love a good train wreck, ready to see "good" drama broke out at anytime, those whom 大包子 qualifies as soulless folks; while the others are angry about YBB and eager to express it all under the comment section. One must realize that anger is the best tool for an idea to spread online. To this point, I have to recommend a CGP Grey's video years ago about how ideas are propagated online. Like Cobb said in Inception, in many ways, an idea is just like a virus, while the emotion of anger is the best entry point for an idea to get into our mind. It reproduces, may be mutates, and then further spreads to other people when the host shares the idea. So in the end it was a mix of morbid curiosity and public anger that was used for marketing purpose in the case the YBB live streams.

Bottom line is, we have to educate ourselves, keep our mind "hygienic", build up a more solid defense mechanism with more critical thinking, in order to prevent the spread of dangerous "virus". In the case of YBB, those live streams were simply business but we as the audience must realize that we collectively has the power to influence what kind of content to be promoted.

 

Indifference is the best reaction towards the junk food internet content like the YBB saga - don't watch, don't react, don't comment. Don't solely blame the Youtubers who produce unhealthy, emotion-driven, clickbait-y junk such as pranks, we must also question ourselves if we have been over-consuming the junk by feeding them our view.

I guess another reason that compels me to write this is because I feel so unfair for Youtubers like 大包子 and 新聞爆爆看 (News Bao Bao Kan). They produces the kind of content I would like to promote. 大包子 is focused on explainer videos on Malaysian social topics while 新聞爆爆看 is aiming towards becoming a late night show like Trevor Noah. I could sense the hard work pouring into their respective channels. But sadly I also know that it is hard for them to gain the level of viewership of a drama-filled channel or influencer.

The Race For Space

 "The Race For Space" by Public Service Broadcasting, it is an album which I highly recommend. I always find the album endlessly hopeful, something that is especially in shortage during this eventful year of 2020.

I first got the know about this musical band from a recommendation by Brady Haran during an episode of the podcast Hello Internet. The band would kinda fall into the category of hipster-ish, because I'm pretty sure that not many has ever heard about them. Although I qualify the band as hipster-ish, I think their musical style is very accessible. I would describe their songs as mostly instrumental, contain almost non-existent lyrics, and heavily on the electronic musics and drums.

"The Race For Space", the idea of the album is to capture one of the most exciting times of scientific progress in the human history - the space race. And dare I say, it succeeds in it. The excitement of that era is condensed into a 40min album. It brings the listeners back to that era surrounded by a sense of unity in humanity in face of the impossible. We may not live during that era. But through this album, we could re-live the Apollo program, Yuri Gagarin first venture into the outer space, the moon landing, etc.. Through this album, we could feel the joy from the success, as well as the angst from the countless failures.

The album is very complete, in the sense that from the start to the end, it is an experience. All the songs follow the chronological order of the actual events. So it only makes sense to listen to this album in that order and that order only. If I have to pick a favorite song, it got to be "The Other Side". Unlike the most famous song in this album - Go!, this one won't get you all pumped up and all motivated for a morning run. "The Other Side" is about taking a leap of faith, going into unknown, and hope for the best. The actual voice recording of the event mixed into the song, the anxiety of waiting in silence, the triumph in the end, and especially the connotation of the going into the other side and might not come back ever again, the thought of it just gives me goosebumps. It is a very atmospheric song, and I just love it.

Wounds need air

The concepts of "before" and "after" don't exist. The past, the present, and the future, all happen simultaneously as one. Such is how Dr. Manhattan experiences time. Such is also how I felt for the past few days when I watched the entire Watchmen HBO series, while in the US, all the racism news and the corresponding protests and riots wrecking havoc across the country.

Never before had a fictional work about the racist problem in the US resonated with me so much. Real historical events like the Tulsa massacre and the KKK are mixed into the narrative of the series, while the seeing video of George Floyd where racism manifested so blatantly, so deeply rooted, so outrageously maddening, so unreal, for brief moments, I can't dissociate the fiction and the reality. May be the "Seventh Cavalry" and Senator Keene really do exist in our reality, may be President Trump is secretly financing the "Cyclops" movement, or may be I'm currently overdosing on Nostalgia and imagining I'm the Hooded Justice... Fiction and reality intertwine, every episode of Watchmen, every recent news from the US, just brings chill down my spine.

Watchmen is ... about how war and violence can be embedded in the law. And when violence gets embedded in the law, it can often evades judgment as a result. After all, justice is blind.

Wisecrack analysis on the Watchmen series

When Will Reeves puts on the mask to become the Hooded Justice, and when in the end, he asks Angela: "When I put it on, you felt what I felt?" Angela replies: "Anger." I felt that anger too. But Will adds on: "Yea, that's what I thought too, but it wasn't. It was fear. It hurt." 

The most romantic thing that I've ever did

To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other, and to feel, that is the purpose of life.

The reason I love Walter Mitty the movie so much, especially this scene, is because I once did something eerily similar before. The movie just gives me a trip down the memory lane, to the time where I went to Tunisia solo, in a totally impromptu manner. Just like Walter, out of a sudden urge to move, cheesy to say but yea, an urge to feel more alive, I booked the flight ticket 3 days before departure, to a country on the African continent, a country I hadn't never been to, a country still in civil unrest and just caught the international attention due to the Arab spring one year before. I left for the unknown country without any prior research and without a plan. And then getting to know a stranger during the flight and proceed to follow him on his car with his friends on a 8-hour drive to a oasis town of Tozeur deep in the Sahara desert. It ended up that they were really kind folks, hosted me for a week there, brought me around town to visit, treated me with many homecook local meals, all and all simply an unforgettable trip. It is so crazy when I come to think about it.

Just like in the scene, while I was walking to check-in counter in the Lyon airport, I still remember the slow-mo feeling, as if everyone surrounding me just moved a bit slower. Stepping into the unknown, heart pounding, my backpack was light, so as my body. My pace was steadfast and steady. Open-minded, razor-sharp focus, driven purely by emotions - adventurous, nervous, angsty, and a bit suicidal. That point I was ready to accept anything the journey would throw at me, ready to look for something beautiful, something more exciting, yes I admit, something more dangerous. Everything was so surreal, so like a movie, that I could almost hear a soundtrack, an epic theme song, playing in the background. I remember that the day before departure on the Christmas' Eve, when my friend asked me what was my plan there, I think I said something along the line of: "I don't have a plan." That is probably the most badass line I've ever said in my life.

Never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite, never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what, it's probably worth it.

Richard, The Beach

Now that I'm older. My heart colder. Even a bit grumpier. Am I still capable to do something similar? Am I still as open-minded?

That Time I Ended Up in the ICU

"Where am I?"

The very first question I had when I opened my eyes. It was a really terrifying feeling. I have only lost track of the continuity of reality twice in my life - once in the night club Rancho in Royan where I got stupidly drunk; while the other time was this time. The question was quickly answered though, judging by the tubes plugged into my arms, the breathing mask on my face, the setting, the nurses, and the surrounding patients.

"I am in a hospital." But then the second question came in my mind, a question even more terrifying than the first one,

"How long have I been unconscious?"

I hastily called the nearest nurse, begging for an answer. "4 to 5 hours," she answered. Probably she saw my puzzled expression, she further explained my situation with her average level of English. Apparently I was admitted to hospital in the afternoon, I was suffering from severe altitude sickness. The last thing that I remembered was at Tengboche waiting for helicopter. But I don't remember anything of the journey to hospital at all. The next thing I knew was I was lying on this ICU bed. The nurse added on, telling me to put back on the breathing mask and rest more. Even though I felt OK and wanted to leave the hospital immediately, it would be wiser to comply.

I was still in disbelief after getting her answer. I was supposed to be on the way to Everest Base Camp (EBC) with a group of hikers. But there I was, lying on the ICU bed, alone in a hospital somewhere in Kathmandu, away from my hiking group, unsure of my health and my situation. After days in the high mountains, I was also unsure of the date too. "How long before I can be discharged?" "When I can see the members of my hiking group again?" "What if I get discharged after my flight back to Malaysia?" "When can I get back my belongings especially my phone?" A millions questions and worries popped up in my head. My future was clouded with unknown. Anxious.

The next day, I asked doctor if I could be moved to a normal ward, but the request failed, claiming that my lungs were still not in good shape. So I was stuck in the 12-bed ICU room. From time to time, a nurse would bring me medication to ingest, as well as some sort of medication to breath in through the breathing mask. Due to their limited English, I didn't bother to ask what those medications were for. I was entirely putting my faith on their hand. Although I no longer needed the breathing mask, my arms were still needed to be attached to some tubes at all time. So to take a leak or a dump, the nurse would just bring me a container or a stool, curtain closed, and I would need to settle the business beside my bed.

Since it was the ICU, the light was never off. The tricky thing was, there was no direct sunlight into the room. Apart from a slender window at the top of a wall, the giant clock on the wall was the only thing providing the time. My circadian rhythm was totally messed up. I slept and woke up and fell back asleep, again and again. To be honest I still can't tell for 100% sure that how many days I had spent there.

Except resting and sleeping, there just wasn't much to do. The only thing left to do was to observe the other patients and the nurses doing their job like a well-orchestrated dance crew. They were carrying out 8-hour work shift. So by judging which batch of nurses, I could roughly guess which part of the day it was, morning or evening or night time. The ICU beds were at most half occupied throughout the time I was there, mostly old folks, 2 or 3 foreigners including me. There was one patient whom I clearly remember. He was carried in very late at night. He was unconscious and looked seriously ill, judging by the multitude of life-supporting equipment surrounding him and the amount of attention needed from several nurses just to take care of him alone. That night I couldn't sleep properly due to the constant "beep beep boop boop" sound from the equipment. But when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. Not sure what happened to him.

Not sure on which day, finally I had some familiar faces visiting me. They were 2 of my hiking members - Miss Ong and Ah Kong. So glad to see some familiar faces. So they helped me fill in my memory blank. Due to Miss Ong feeling uncomfortable to continue on the hike to Everest Base Camp, both of them decided to accompany me on the helicopter to go back down to Kathmandu. Apparently, we changed helicopter twice - once from Tengboche to Lukla; and the second one from Lukla directly to Kathmandu airport. Along the way, they were so scared about my situation, kept patting me to keep me awake, afraid that going to sleep might not be a wise option. They added on that although the flight from the Tengboche to Kathamandu airport was very prompt and swift, the same could not be said to the ambulance from the hospital. We'd waited quite a while in the airport before the ambulance arrived. The trip on the ambulance was very amateur too. I was on a stretcher without strapping or anything. So I was swayed all around at the back while the ambulance bustled through the horrible Kathmandu traffic. Luckily they helped to secure me more or less in place at the back of the ambulance.

They were also relieved after seeing me in good health. According to them, my mom continued on the hiking journey, because it didn't make sense to come down with me. Nothing much she could do to improve my situation. The good thing was they kept in frequent contact with my mom and the others in the group to update them about me. Their visit was short but definitely necessary and comforting for me.

Around 3 days later (I think) I was then moved into a normal room with my own privacy (and my own TV!). Overall, I stayed in hospital for 7 days. On the 6th day, the doctor CT-scanned me and finally I could be discharged. The experience was all new to me, first time admitted to hospital and all, but certainly not pleasant one. It was terrifying due to the circumstances: unsure of my own health; trapped in a hospital in a foreign country; in the ICU room with filled with patients, some seriously ill; with memory loss and no sense of time; lost in translation half of the times. Although I had insurance covered every expenses and the helicopter evacuation sounds cool, I wish for no more.

Furthermore, it also makes me realize how this all is not only about myself.

"What do you think happens when we die?"
"I know that the ones who loves us will miss us."

-- Keanu Reeves --

I don't want my parents to worry about me like how it was during this incident anymore. Having good health is everything.

The happy face, finally discharged and free!

Special thanks to,

• Miss Ong and Ah Kong, who accompanied me for the entirety of the heli-evacuation;
• Ken, my roommate during the beginning few days of hiking, he was the first who discovered me in sick condition;
• Beng Guan, the person in charge of our hiking group, and our Shepa hiking guide, who together helped orchestrated the heli-evacuation.