RIP, Beng Hock

I do not know Teo Beng Hock. Not until yesterday when he fell to his death.

I read from the papers that he, like me, was also a journo-turned-aide who took up the new challenge after the last general election. Like me, he was in his 30s. And we hail from the same hometown. His boss also happens to be my assemblyman.

Beng Hock and me may work for bosses who are on opposite sides of the political divide. Still, I feel like a member of the Aide Brotherhood has gone. Yes, I am saddened over the demise of an individual I probably haven't met before, let alone know in person. It feels like a journalist reading about one of their own being killed while covering a war. Or how politicians react to news about the public pressure that led ex-South Korean president Roh Moo-hyun to his suicide last May.

I think it's not fair to speculate over how Beng Hock died. But his death has underscored one important point: we aides live a pressure-cooker lifestyle. Well, at least me and my colleagues do.

We often associate stress and pressure with high-profile jobs, with politicians and CEOs being among the first to come to mind. Of course, I cannot compare my work pressure with that of my boss', which is many times worse. But it doesn't take a mechanical engineer to figure out that the parts in a high-performance engine, like the gasket or spark plugs, tend to wear out faster than those in a mediocre one.

I believe aides are like a seafarer, fireman and a surgeon all rolled into one. Sometimes, we need to sail into uncharted, choppy waters. In between, there are intermittent fires to put out. The skillful surgeon could help remove knives on our backs -and that of the boss. Oh, I left out being a good actor and a juggler too, which actually goes without saying.

OK, Beng Hock is gone prematurely, and perhaps unnecessarily. It's time to get to the bottom of this. It will not bring Beng Hock back nor ease the pain for his family and fiance. But it is the only right thing to do.

Rest in peace, Beng Hock...

I.O.U.

Ok, this is not a work-related posting. I received a letter in the mailbox the other day which I just gotta share.

Cool huh?

"Free" newspapers

With Chinese New Year approaching, I am once again reminded of, err... the newspapers I get at home. OK, here's the thing, the last time my vendor came to collect money from me was around CNY 2008.

Don't ask me why. I have reminded him time and again to come and collect the payments as it had accumulated to quite a bit over the months. My entire working life has revolved around newspapers. Before my present job, my newspaper bills came up to about RM120 per month. Now, it is less as my office's newspaper are delivered to my home over the weekends and public holidays.

Some simple number-crunching suggests that I owe the vendor close to RM1,000 - and growing. With each reminder, he promised to come and collect "in a few days' time". But he never showed up. One part of me hopes he will come so that I can forget about the debts I accumulated through no fault of mine. Another part says, heck no, as it already involves a rather hefty amount now.

I mean, it's not like I have been a bad paymaster. In fact, I was the one who kept bugging the man to come and get his dues.

Before anyone start asking for his name and contact number, I can only make a wild guess over why the newspaper man is so "generous" with me. Up to May 2007, I was working in another daily where I received free copies of the newspaper.

While I did officially inform my then employer to terminate my complimentary copies before I quit, the company probably did not do so. Some of my ex-colleagues who also left the paper were still receiving free copies years after they quit. That means to say, my vendor could have been charging me for newspapers he got for free between May 2007 to CNY 2008. And since I now don't get any newspapers from him on weekends, he could have even taken "my" copies and sold it!

Well, it's just a thought, a possibility to explain a behaviour that defies basic business conventions. Maybe he IS a generous man after all.

I guess the only way for me to find out is to change my newspaper subscription to that of another daily.

Happy New Year!

This must be my longest break from blogging since I started. The truth is I have been on "leave", but kept getting distracted by work-related matters. And when I am not, I well, do other stuff I had initially wanted to during the so-called break.

The year 2008 will end in a few minutes, and looking back, I must say that it has been one helluva year. I remember around this time last year, I updated my Facebook's status message, fervently hoping that 2008 would be a personal watershed year.

Indeed it has. I moved from the only field I ever knew into a fairly new one. This could not have happened if not for the watershed March 8 general election, without which, ironic as it sounds, I would not have been an aide in Putrajaya.

And the past few months have been great - warts and all. It was hard to give up on an opportunity to peek into the inner workings of the government. And it is satisfying to be able to provide whatever little input I can muster. No regrets so far.

In 2008, I started blogging, realising something I had always wanted to do for some time. And I just found out that I was also named Malaysiakini's Newsmaker of 2008.

I do not know what to expect in 2009, but hopefully it will also be great. On a personal level, the first-born is going to kindie on Monday. It must be a rite of passage, not only for the kid, but also the parents.

The economy is a cause for concern next year, but hopefully we will all be able to weather it. And here's to a blessed 2009. Happy New Year everybody!