In case you’re wondering, it has been 523 days
today since 18 March 2020 when the movement control order was imposed. It has
been a long boring ride with nowhere in sight and seemingly no light at the end
of it. You’re forgiven for losing track of time/day/week/month. It’s the same
thing every day: wear a mask when you’re out and about, wash or sanitise your
hands, observe distancing, travel restriction, and at the same time having to
bear the ridiculousness of the Malaysian politics and different standards.
August hasn’t been an august month after all what
with the political drama, escalating Covid cases, police intimidation and
brutality, and poor Arsenal pre-season and opening two matches. Ugh!
I had my second dose of vaccination on Friday the
13th and was happy to take it easy the following day. I had a mild
headache which could be due to many factors: I didn’t manage to eat much before
my vaccination; it was a hot, hot Friday the 13th; the vaccine
itself; or what I thought was PMS. I felt sufficiently better on Sunday to go
for a 5.1km walk. I set off with two plastic bags and picked up rubbish along
the highway. It’s disgusting how irresponsible and thoughtless Malaysians are
when it comes to disposing their rubbish. Rubbish to the core!
Anyway, alhamdulillah, everyone in my close family
(that’s me and dad, and my sister and her family) has been vaccinated. Munchkin
nephew finally got his first dose by walk-in at Movenpick Hotel in Sepang
(yesterday was the last day the vaccine centre operated at Movenpick before it
moves to Multimedia University). Turned out that nephew was afraid of being
jabbed. He had earlier got an appointment for AstraZeneca at PWTC (which he
didn’t apply for) but he was having his exam then and had to decline it. And
somehow MySejahtera never updated and rescheduled his appointment.
It’s hard to see when this nightmare will end when
the Delta variant is spreading so quickly. Let’s hope it won’t take another 500
days before we’re rid of this menace!
