I’m still struggling with my
proposal, now I’m taking a bit of time to slack off and doing something
unrelated to all that molecular things. I've been reading insurmountable amount
of journals that were loaded with all those scientific jargon. In the past,
when I was under intense pressure, I used to write incessantly without any
specific goal and tended to type profanity here and there just to express myself.
That folly of youth. Now I seem to be more in control of myself and rarely used
it unless I was under immense pressure or in an emotional distress.
But luckily I’m slowly
getting a good footing of its flow. The flow of discerning the intricacies
related to the process of scientific writing. It’s all about getting used to
the flow of the whole process. Reading is a process. Writing is a process.
Thinking is a process. Combine this three and slowly integrate it into a
holistic view. I just need to find a good balance between the three. And then
there it is…the beauty. The beauty of scientific writing.
Now I’m slowly enjoying this
whole process. It’s actually a joy sifting through the pages of all these
journals…some dating back to the Jurassic period of 1948. 1948! Nineteen forty
eight! That was way before Malaysia was even born. By the way, today is an
historic day. Malaysia was born today fifty years ago. From an economic
backwater, this beloved country has progressed much to what it has become
today. Now it is approaching the second or third generation of Malays coming
through the after period of NEP.
We have achieved much. In my
early years, my mother would cycle me around the village to find a house equipped
with computer. I was 13 at the time. Of all the houses in the whole village,
only two had computer. And they somehow managed to trick us by saying that their
computer was either dysfunctional or under virus attack. Computer was a luxury
at that time, I cannot blame them either. I bought my very first ever laptop
early this year. There were rumours going around that I was the only IPTA
student in whole Malaysia that went through the entire academic year without the aid of a laptop unscathed.
I knew that was a bit of an exaggeration, because deep down, it was just the tip of an iceberg. I knew
people who faced a lot more hardships than I am. And some of them never
complained…not a bit. They just live on. These are the real warriors. These are the real heroic
figures.
