Pretentious....
it was another hectic weekend. and to make things worse... im eating like a pig. pigging out on excessive unnecessary food. i had my first shark fin soup... no only do i feel guilty of pigging to it... but also feeling guilty for creating a demand for shark's fin, hence causing an illegal hunt and killlings of these innocent magnificent beasts of the sea. yes... i did think that. i cant help it... im an animal lover. dammit.
so far... there's one hot girl here where i work. sadly... she's leaving soon to join MAS cabin crew. damn it... the good ones always slip away. hence leaving me the poor lonely fudger association here in good ol' bintulu.
im sitting down at this hotel for this conference thingy right now... and im beginning to develop some random thinking. how some individual are so pretentious.its already bad enough that they lie to others, but the worst thing is that they're lying to themselves... and not even noticing the fact that things are probably are going to screw up if they keep this up.
if an individual deserves a recognition, deserves something better than where s/he is currenlty, but the environment somehow could not allow the change, DONT demotivate them, dont purposely mock them up in their face. and you wonder why i hate corporate bullshit. from GE, microsoft, and overcontrolling right winged media... (CNN one example).
i cant wait to chill in KK this new year's meet up with sum1... AND meet up with faidz this coming january. hehehehehe. we're going to paint the town red my brother. with or without abe, sadly. wish you could be here nnt bro. but obviously you're chilling with fera and marien and todi in the UK... so bleerrgh to you guys instead. heheheh.
random thought..... are we going to make ourselves be the ones who do not take the risk, and just actually say fuck it to all our to-do list in life? and just look back 10-15 years later and regret for all the could haves and should haves? i think we should do something about it.... as for me... i have to wait.... till im financially stable......
missing something in my life rite now...
hidup ALIF TA WAU association... with regards... -> jiraiya sama.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Ulu nyalau...
i must say... last weekend was the most hectic weekend since i got to bintulu. the young executives club (YEC) were assigned to give some motivational talk to the locals. initially, i was assigned with about 6 other committee members to give some motivational stuff for the kids. in the plan, there was suppose to be bout 20-30 kids under 12 only. but it turned out to be 50 kids under 10. and entertaining them really did suck the life out of me. and most of the time... we DIDNT even follow our program tentatives. it was fun for the 1st hour. but then things started to get really shitty when i was tired... and they followed me everywhere i went. im not trying to say im a good entertainer to kids or anything, but dear god... i just did one magic, and helped them cheered a lot... somewhat. but then honestly... i felt like i was some head mafia gangster... coz these lil boys kept following me wherever i went. totally suffocating. i couldnt even get some rest. and it started from 1030am till 430pm. imagine having at least 30 kids connecting to you like glue. it was fun... but it really got tiring towards the end. but hey... anything for the kids..... (do i sound like father of the year or what? hehe).
the kampung was awesome. what they dont have... cellphone network... electricity.... and water. basically, their electricity comes from generator, and their water comes from the rain that they collected throughout the year. but seriously... minus the kids... it'd be one of the most relaxing place ive ever been to. no cellphone ringing... just winds blowing, and nice ppl to talk to. i mingled around with locals easily as i speak some brunei. 'au tah... bulih tah ku berkurapak brunei sikit, tapi batah banar ku indak berkurapak, payah banar'. :D. heheh. but anyway, the makcik2 were cool, i had kari kijang for the first time, didnt get the chance to taste the pelanduk though. but then the pakcik2 has already offered to take me hunting if i wanted to. and dude... another manly thing to add to my list. hunting with a bunch of men holding a rifle in the dark nite and bbq-ing wild deer right after we skewer him under the fire. yummm....
all in all... it was awesome... of course the kids were getting annoying... but then again... they were just... kids. there's a lot more they need to know. for the time being... the best thing to teach them is... how to have FUN. no skema2 thing... just pure kick ass FUN. and the kampung... full of culture, tradition, and education....
mari sorak... sorak lagiiiii..... (i really lost my voice)
irfan blaine in action....
more kids... tearing up my spirit bit by bit
the last bit of my energy... about 1 hour later....
di kerumun.....
notice how i cant get them off myback. wish i could bred them into a bunch of triads and get to serve me when i need them for whacking someone.....
setting sun of nyalau
blood screening test for the elderlies....
sate buntut ayam....
ps:- i tried one bit of buntut ayam. BLEEECCCH!!! tak sedap bodoooo. jangan try... JANGANNNN. not only its high in cholesterol, but also tak sedap.
i must say... last weekend was the most hectic weekend since i got to bintulu. the young executives club (YEC) were assigned to give some motivational talk to the locals. initially, i was assigned with about 6 other committee members to give some motivational stuff for the kids. in the plan, there was suppose to be bout 20-30 kids under 12 only. but it turned out to be 50 kids under 10. and entertaining them really did suck the life out of me. and most of the time... we DIDNT even follow our program tentatives. it was fun for the 1st hour. but then things started to get really shitty when i was tired... and they followed me everywhere i went. im not trying to say im a good entertainer to kids or anything, but dear god... i just did one magic, and helped them cheered a lot... somewhat. but then honestly... i felt like i was some head mafia gangster... coz these lil boys kept following me wherever i went. totally suffocating. i couldnt even get some rest. and it started from 1030am till 430pm. imagine having at least 30 kids connecting to you like glue. it was fun... but it really got tiring towards the end. but hey... anything for the kids..... (do i sound like father of the year or what? hehe).
the kampung was awesome. what they dont have... cellphone network... electricity.... and water. basically, their electricity comes from generator, and their water comes from the rain that they collected throughout the year. but seriously... minus the kids... it'd be one of the most relaxing place ive ever been to. no cellphone ringing... just winds blowing, and nice ppl to talk to. i mingled around with locals easily as i speak some brunei. 'au tah... bulih tah ku berkurapak brunei sikit, tapi batah banar ku indak berkurapak, payah banar'. :D. heheh. but anyway, the makcik2 were cool, i had kari kijang for the first time, didnt get the chance to taste the pelanduk though. but then the pakcik2 has already offered to take me hunting if i wanted to. and dude... another manly thing to add to my list. hunting with a bunch of men holding a rifle in the dark nite and bbq-ing wild deer right after we skewer him under the fire. yummm....
all in all... it was awesome... of course the kids were getting annoying... but then again... they were just... kids. there's a lot more they need to know. for the time being... the best thing to teach them is... how to have FUN. no skema2 thing... just pure kick ass FUN. and the kampung... full of culture, tradition, and education....
mari sorak... sorak lagiiiii..... (i really lost my voice)
irfan blaine in action....
more kids... tearing up my spirit bit by bit
the last bit of my energy... about 1 hour later....
di kerumun.....
notice how i cant get them off myback. wish i could bred them into a bunch of triads and get to serve me when i need them for whacking someone.....
setting sun of nyalau
blood screening test for the elderlies....
sate buntut ayam....
ps:- i tried one bit of buntut ayam. BLEEECCCH!!! tak sedap bodoooo. jangan try... JANGANNNN. not only its high in cholesterol, but also tak sedap.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
CITY OF GOD....
Probably a lot of people has watch City Of God... but i just did last weekend. its a movie that revolves around the poverty of transferred slaves from africa to Rio De Janeiro, Brasil. basically... it was about brasilian hoodlums. little kids at the age of 8, 10, already started snorting coke, smoking joints, and worst of all... murdering people. some of them deserved it... most of them... didnt. kids around this age was already owning a hand gun. what scary about the movie was... it was a true story revolving around the 60's to 70's. i would love to give away more info about the movie... but, it was SUCH A GOOD MOVIE, that i prefer to leave to my readers and watch it themselves.
the cinematography, the script, the story line was mind blowing. ive always thought the best mobster movie was snatch, lock stock, pulp fiction, godfather. however... i must say that this movie... top it the most. the story teller was part of the story himself, and how he try to stay away from the hoodlum life, and his observation of how the hood in City Of God grew gradually from the start of 'the tender trio', 'lil Ze and Benny', to how he actually jump start his career by benefiting the situation in a legal way. i cant even come to explain the drama, the climax, the gore, the action, and how each different set of characters were able to make you concentrate and just leaves you sitting on your couch in awe. its definitely a movie worth watching. although the main character, which is the story teller is not that good of an actor, i think, personally, but seriously... the whole story totally made up for that. it was just... unexplainably... AWESOME. it kinda made me thankful, that i did not have to grow up a hard living, in a fucked up neighbour hood full of coke, weed, sex, and murder. would even be able to go to US, nevertheless SAS. ntah2, i wont even know how to speak english, and pillaging innocent lives for their daughters and money. god knows the what ifs. and i thank Him for putting me here. of course its bintulu... it sucks... but its not that bad. yes its not exactly KK, or KL, but im still breathing, and making money.
well... watch CITY OF GOD... it'd be cooler if anyone would buy me the DVD... hehehehe. WAY COOLER. WAAAAY COOLER. ehem. thank you... take care... and later....
Probably a lot of people has watch City Of God... but i just did last weekend. its a movie that revolves around the poverty of transferred slaves from africa to Rio De Janeiro, Brasil. basically... it was about brasilian hoodlums. little kids at the age of 8, 10, already started snorting coke, smoking joints, and worst of all... murdering people. some of them deserved it... most of them... didnt. kids around this age was already owning a hand gun. what scary about the movie was... it was a true story revolving around the 60's to 70's. i would love to give away more info about the movie... but, it was SUCH A GOOD MOVIE, that i prefer to leave to my readers and watch it themselves.
the cinematography, the script, the story line was mind blowing. ive always thought the best mobster movie was snatch, lock stock, pulp fiction, godfather. however... i must say that this movie... top it the most. the story teller was part of the story himself, and how he try to stay away from the hoodlum life, and his observation of how the hood in City Of God grew gradually from the start of 'the tender trio', 'lil Ze and Benny', to how he actually jump start his career by benefiting the situation in a legal way. i cant even come to explain the drama, the climax, the gore, the action, and how each different set of characters were able to make you concentrate and just leaves you sitting on your couch in awe. its definitely a movie worth watching. although the main character, which is the story teller is not that good of an actor, i think, personally, but seriously... the whole story totally made up for that. it was just... unexplainably... AWESOME. it kinda made me thankful, that i did not have to grow up a hard living, in a fucked up neighbour hood full of coke, weed, sex, and murder. would even be able to go to US, nevertheless SAS. ntah2, i wont even know how to speak english, and pillaging innocent lives for their daughters and money. god knows the what ifs. and i thank Him for putting me here. of course its bintulu... it sucks... but its not that bad. yes its not exactly KK, or KL, but im still breathing, and making money.
well... watch CITY OF GOD... it'd be cooler if anyone would buy me the DVD... hehehehe. WAY COOLER. WAAAAY COOLER. ehem. thank you... take care... and later....
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Firasat....
work is... okay... not bad... but okay. although most people who has been there aren't as psyched... which technically really really brought me down initially... but alhamdulillah... i got into a really nice section of department. cant imagine id be working in a clinic. hahahah. but im not like a man nurse or something. one thing i cant stand though... the oil palm being processed... makes me nauseas. but other than that... it should be okay.... i think... i'll give it a chance.
anyway... my cellphone ran out of battery so i had to wait outside the plant for my housemate in the sweet smell of polluted air of palm oil. i remembered my ipod and slipped it into my ear. then tup tup... firasat by marcell was on. then memories start flashing by....
i remember listening to that song and appreciating the cloudless sunset at the hill that overlooks houston field that's just beside mcGiffert. at first it was just me... sitting down... smoking my cigar... and just stare at the horizon... staring at the sky that eventually turns red as the world turns. just some cars passing by... it was my 30 mins getaway. after that... i decided to share it with tod and fera... then abe and sung... then with everyone else before ferr and sung went back to Malaysia on the 20th of June. it was just like yesterday. sometimes... i wish that moment would never end. heck... if it ends... i was hoping that there would be one of those places here in bintulu. if it was me ferr abe and tod... we'd be lighting up ciggys and a cigar... and talk about what life would be like after we all went back. how would all the our of us would be like after... would we actually still be the exact some individuals if we were to actually meet again? and just catch up with lost times.... at night... we'd be sitting down at the same spot... looking up the sky.... with those whole lot of stars... (yes it sounds sappy... but you guys should've been there... then you'd know). really wished it hadn't end.
to the mcGiffs... let's chill 5 or 6 years from now... somewhere in KL... where i can actually afford to go... hahah. look for a nice location... and just chill. with chips... dips... ciggys and cigars. and catch up. yeap... definitely missing you guys. we could recruit faidz at the same time. itd be great.
work is... okay... not bad... but okay. although most people who has been there aren't as psyched... which technically really really brought me down initially... but alhamdulillah... i got into a really nice section of department. cant imagine id be working in a clinic. hahahah. but im not like a man nurse or something. one thing i cant stand though... the oil palm being processed... makes me nauseas. but other than that... it should be okay.... i think... i'll give it a chance.
anyway... my cellphone ran out of battery so i had to wait outside the plant for my housemate in the sweet smell of polluted air of palm oil. i remembered my ipod and slipped it into my ear. then tup tup... firasat by marcell was on. then memories start flashing by....
i remember listening to that song and appreciating the cloudless sunset at the hill that overlooks houston field that's just beside mcGiffert. at first it was just me... sitting down... smoking my cigar... and just stare at the horizon... staring at the sky that eventually turns red as the world turns. just some cars passing by... it was my 30 mins getaway. after that... i decided to share it with tod and fera... then abe and sung... then with everyone else before ferr and sung went back to Malaysia on the 20th of June. it was just like yesterday. sometimes... i wish that moment would never end. heck... if it ends... i was hoping that there would be one of those places here in bintulu. if it was me ferr abe and tod... we'd be lighting up ciggys and a cigar... and talk about what life would be like after we all went back. how would all the our of us would be like after... would we actually still be the exact some individuals if we were to actually meet again? and just catch up with lost times.... at night... we'd be sitting down at the same spot... looking up the sky.... with those whole lot of stars... (yes it sounds sappy... but you guys should've been there... then you'd know). really wished it hadn't end.
to the mcGiffs... let's chill 5 or 6 years from now... somewhere in KL... where i can actually afford to go... hahah. look for a nice location... and just chill. with chips... dips... ciggys and cigars. and catch up. yeap... definitely missing you guys. we could recruit faidz at the same time. itd be great.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I'm Not O-fucking-Kay....
Well... nothing much about work. not going to say anything about work in this blog as much as i can... as this will be my real job as an Exec(Occupational Health and Hygiene). as far as i can say... today... things turns out to be pretty cool anyway. no more bad perceptions... (well not as much)... and has been positive more than ive ever been since i stepped foot here... so im okay.... trust me... =D.
I got a pretty cool room for a cheap hotel with a depressing set of night club singers singing some really bad choice of songs where id prefer not force myself be online in the lounge so that i could get away from the song. but today i came prepared with a set of head phones and some angry songs that just keeps me really hype up.
bintulu is... well... well basically not the run of the mill of my life. as kampung as troy is... come on... i LOVE troy. honestly... i loved it since i stepped in as a freshmen. sabah? okay... i regret saying how boring sabah is... honestly saying... even from locals here... they say this... Kota Kinabalu is like the best town in borneo. period. cant wait to go home... and just chill... and going with the flow....
rite now... all i know... is i cant wait to go up and throw my head on the pillow and just totally sink in and waking up as late as i can. and my 'as late as i can' is actually 8 pm. heh. btw... this sucky hotel does NOT have a gym. SUCKS!
well im bummed out... tired... if you guys are bored or anything... feel free to call me. laterss....
Well... nothing much about work. not going to say anything about work in this blog as much as i can... as this will be my real job as an Exec(Occupational Health and Hygiene). as far as i can say... today... things turns out to be pretty cool anyway. no more bad perceptions... (well not as much)... and has been positive more than ive ever been since i stepped foot here... so im okay.... trust me... =D.
I got a pretty cool room for a cheap hotel with a depressing set of night club singers singing some really bad choice of songs where id prefer not force myself be online in the lounge so that i could get away from the song. but today i came prepared with a set of head phones and some angry songs that just keeps me really hype up.
bintulu is... well... well basically not the run of the mill of my life. as kampung as troy is... come on... i LOVE troy. honestly... i loved it since i stepped in as a freshmen. sabah? okay... i regret saying how boring sabah is... honestly saying... even from locals here... they say this... Kota Kinabalu is like the best town in borneo. period. cant wait to go home... and just chill... and going with the flow....
rite now... all i know... is i cant wait to go up and throw my head on the pillow and just totally sink in and waking up as late as i can. and my 'as late as i can' is actually 8 pm. heh. btw... this sucky hotel does NOT have a gym. SUCKS!
well im bummed out... tired... if you guys are bored or anything... feel free to call me. laterss....
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