Woke up around lunch hour. Noticed that cat and decided to grab a shot at it. Was afraid of me first, but then managed to coax it out and he let me stroke him. (HOI! I'm straight lah!)
Damn, my room's hot. Need to get out. Been stuck at home the whole day.
I need suggestions for campfire songs, not those hymms-Kumbaya stuff. Okay, here's what I got:
OPM - Heaven is a Halfpipe
Vervepipe - Freshmen
Dashboard Confessionals - The Brilliant Dance, Remember To Breathe, Living In Your Letter
Incubus - Drive, I Miss You
michelle Branch - Goodbye To You, Are You Happy Now
LO - Raining Tuesday, Rise And Fall, So Julie, Still Running, Grade 'A' Student
Disagree - Crumbs
Lifehouse - You And Me
FireHouse - I Live My LIfe For You
Hootie And The Blowfish
Third Eye Blind - How's It Gonna Be, Jumper
Southern Culture On The Skids - Camel Walk
Smashing Pumpkins - Stand Inside Your Love, Perfect
Matchbox 20
Nice Stupid Playground - Bedroom Window
OAG - Merpati Puteh
The Cranberries - Animal Instinct, Ode To My Family, Zombie,
Garbage - Push It,
Sheryl Crow - Soak Up The Sun
Some of them have only artist or band name but no song, because I either have too many, or there's a particular one but I cant place the name. Any others you guys can think of?
I'm afraid of Death, but then, who isn't? Even when I say that I don't, when truly faced, I'd pee in my pants.
Why am I even talking about this? Maybe to remind me that Life is fragile and Death has a tendency to slap me in the face. What I'm really scared is when faced with the death of someone, I may feel nothing, no sadness, no remorse, maybe a moment of suprise, but I am afraid of feeling nothing at all.
The thing is, about a week back, I was contemplating about writing this but having a real incoherent thought process, it immediately left the moment when I wanted to start writing. Now that it has been triggered by the sudden news that my grandpa at home, sick (apparently having a bad case of diarrhoea) and looking very weak. That's when I realise that I will face death, one way or another.
I try to assure myself that Death, like it or not, it's a part of Life. If there was no end, there wouldn't be appreciation, rememberance, tolerance, acceptance, love and a whole bunch of mish mash of emotions.
Oww. My body is aching all over. But it was good, nonetheless. Now, the tale as I can best remember before passing out on my bed from fatigue.
I was part of the volunteer group for the Youth ER event. Helped out mostly in the concert setup. initially had bought the tickects for it, but then when i realised that I can go watch the concert for free...
DOH! *forehead slap*
Anyways, there wasn't much I did, I mean there were others that did a whole lot more stuff to do, like sound and light check, stage check and crowd control and logistics, etc...
I think I was more on the multiple role type/lift stuff support. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about it, i just thought I could help those guys out more.
Still, it was great. Got to help out move audio and stage equipment. Those things are heavy and insanely expensive! And I got to handle them! I mean, a drum set that cost RM50k?! Wah lau eh!
Final hour of systems check
Met some old friends, got to know new friends, and enjoyed the show, for free! I could have taken better pictures but my digicam batteries died on me.
After the concert was the mass take down. Eleectrical extensions taken down, lights taken down, equipment put back into their special boxes, take down banners, switch off the generators and alot of use of my inferior musle power.
Got back home around 1 am. Was real tired but feel pretty good. one way to get a workout, have fun and meet people. Tiring but fun.
And I found out that there was 2 other people with the same name as my own so, it gets confusing for a while...
Nick!
Which one?
On another note, never walk too close behind a person, especially after a rain and there's trash around, particularly discarded junkfood stuff. Why ye ask? well, it could contain water and if it was angled just right, with just the right amount of water and at the just the right timing, the guy in front could have stepped on it, thus builing up pressure, forcing the liquid to be squirted (stop that you perv!) at the right angle and force to stain your shirt and pants and possibly your face.
Why am I saying all this? Your's truly was the guy walking behind another guy when it happened.
And I was pleasantly suprised by today's papers.
By the time I bitch about it it'll be dead, but then, I like to get it off my cerebral cortex. More proof that Malaysia is run by sex-crazed, dumbass, things.
Besides, this guy says it better than me.
In other news, we have a new pope, which is old news, but still, I'd like to say it. Again.
I think I'll go like this the next time foreigners asks me:
Foreigner: So where you're from?
Dirik: Sarawak
Foreigner: Where's that?
Dirik: Borneo Island, Kalimantan. The big one, the one that looks like a chicken. Im on the upper regions, towards the tail end.
Foreigner: Oh, I see.
I'm a genius!
p/s: Religion in my point of view is a way to profess and focus on faith. I'm a Catholic so there. Say what you will but in the end, It's between me and Him.
Man, it feels good to be home.
I'm back at work now, getting some what 4 hours sleep on my bed, and a hours zoning in and out of consciousness while sitting on the bus on the way back to Kuching from Miri.
Note to everyone:
Cheesy goodness
Last Friday, I had lunch with Eric and Azreen because she wanted to pass me a book. Got home from work, rushed like mad through food, time in the toilet and a quick shower and a mad pack moment. Managed to snagged a couple of pictures while waiting for the bus at the Tebakang Bus terminal.
I got ticketed
Terminal in Kuching
Took off a little after 7p.m. And 15 minutes into the journey, I was already shivering.
Kept my friends advice in mind.
Not much to see at night so mostly slept it through and the only time I woke was when we had reach one of the stop points. Reached Sibu at about 2 a.m on Saturday morning. I was impressed at the cleanliness of the toilet facilities there. Seriously, it easily puts the toilet condition in Kuching bus terminal to shame.
I ain't in Kuching no more
Seriously, could there be any worse name than this?
It's so clean, I had to get a snap of it
Then continued on till we reached Bintulu at about 5 a.m. I wanted to take a leak but wouldn't you know it, they locked the toilet. Oh well...
Purrdy colours
Benz -zi woo!
We had another stop at the Batu Niah food court a little over 8:30 a.m. Got out to warm myself up soaking up the rays of the sun. The bus is really THAT cold. And Digi still hasn't got any coverage here.
Reached the Miri Pujut Bus terminal a little over 9a.m. Took the taxi to the inn I was staying and it cost me RM 13! Cant expect much since it's a taxi after all. Got the room and messaged Rita what room number I was staying in and took a shower. For RM42 per night, IMHO they should at least provide shampoo packets, and tooth paste.
The first thing I shot when I got there
Finished my shower and got myself dressed and groomed when she knocked on my door. I gotta say she's cute. She's no jaw-dropping model babe, she's just right. And she's rather shy. And she's MY sayang.
That's us
We talked, because both of us could use a moment to rest up for a while. So while lying on the bed, we talked about each other and I showed her some of the picture's I kept in the camera. We talked about friends and families, what happened in my life and her life, and planned on how to spend the day. We took our time getting from place to place, though I was a bit worried at the weather. And as I promised her, I showed up, took her for lunch, movie and dinner. And I was with her.
There was a rat in the cinema. Seriously, i was looking at the door when i noticed something black and small quickly moved from under the row of where we were sitting to the row on the other side. And if you haven't watched the movie “Undead”, don't. Unless you're into the movies that don't make sense or require any brain functionality. It's not horribly bad, just corny, bad. There's zombies, Chow-Yun-Fatt gun slinger dude, the annoying, self-centered police dude and hapless victims. Did I mention that the zombies are rather corny as well? And the whole movie is set in Australia, Berkeley to be exact. And the bunch of chinese girls that was also in the movie were screaming. Like the typical 1980's ghost stories hapless female victims screams. Ans the scream blended so well to the movie that I was actually looking and concentrating hard whose character was screaming in the movie. Needless to say, at the end of the whole movie, I was in the “What the Flick?!” moment. Still, it's an experience.
We later went walking around to get the toothpaste and shampoo and toothbrush for us. Headed back to the inn and rested up. Dinner was KFC meal, not the most romantic I'll agree, but it was pretty late, I had no car and no idea of where to go. At least the KFC restaurant was right next to where I was staying so I had a take away order. Dinner was on the bed, bet you cant do that at home! Cleaned up, and just spend time in each other's company till I fell asleep. I think I fell asleep first, I remembered her falling asleep later and I turned off the TV, and then woke up at about 7:30. She said she was lying on me and I hadn't noticed that. Though I did woke up later and she was hugging me. After I got ready and packed for the home trip, we walked together and took the taxi and dropped her at the bus station before I headed back to the bus express terminal.
There was a Japanese lady who was on the same bus as well, and she spoke Malay very well! Cool, though I wish I wasn't so shy to talk to her. There was a lot more to see but then my camera had ran out of juice so no picture's of the return trip. On the way back i was surviving on buns and plain water. Temperature was okay till 7p.m. Then I had stomach cramps, like the one where I-gotta-go. Luckily it stopped. My friends picked me up and had a late night dinner.
My sayang did something real sweet. She asked me to call her and when I got back, she welcomed me back to Kuching and she wrote a real nice message. And that's the story. Last Sunday, there was a military expo at the Padang Merdeka in Kuching. All the armaments and medical supplies, anesthetics and morphines....
Heeee.......
Souvenirs
Last photography meet up was great as always. I mean, how else can I sit in one place and carefully listen in attempt to decipher 3 different conversations going at the same time. And the sudden laughter and me going “What? What I missed?” And the stalkers i.e people with camera’s including yours truly taking shots. Hehehe. And the doodling on the napkin. And the sugar anime fairy. And the livestock, Cowie and Quacker. And lollipops. And Caramel Ice Blended Mocha with cream. *drools*
Oh. My. God.
Friday. And in about 10 hours from now, I’ll be sitting, for 15 hours, surviving on the some what 20 songs in my mp3 player, and a book which I still haven’t decided on which one to bring. Speaking of book, I’m gonna meet up with friends and Azreen is going to pass me a book which she says is very useful, I think it’s called Men’s Health Survival Guide. Cool.
Let’s see, I’m going through the symptom’s I usually get when I’m travelling or backpacking or anything that has a plan. I think I’m in the 2nd stage, the over compulsiveness mental double checking. Did I pack this? Is it enough? Have I charged the batteries? Do I need to bring the chargers? Should I bring this? 1st stage is usually the i-think-i-need-to-go-buy-stuff-for-the-trip-which-i-wont-use symptom.
Later, I’ll get to stage 3:
Then finally the point of no return.
Butterflies in my stomach, and the need to relieve the phantom pain of stomach ache or cramps. And the constant check into my bag (And it’s only 1 bag for 1 day!) to make sure I got all I needed. But I’ll be so paranoid that I’ll check the contents of my bag 20+ times before I get on the bus.
*goosebumps*
Then there’s the possible spasm from the total lack of PC and Internet exposure. I think I can survive that. Hmmm, maybe I’ll bring my notebook (paper version) along. Just in case I might have thoughts running around butt naked in my head screaming gibberish. *shrugs*
Lets see:
Clothes. Undies, pants, shirts. Check (5, 1, 2, not including the ones I’ll be wearing)
Batteries. Checked, and fully charged since last night
Notebook (paper version). Check
Card and CD. Check.
Camera. Check. Must make sure memory card have enough space
Wallet, keys and stuff. Check, check, and check.
Then there’s the anticipation of making a good impression on some one important in my life. Must remember to shave, groom hair, appropriate attire (convertible pants n cool T’s), breathe in oxygen, brush teeth, apply cologne and pheromone I mean perfume. Must keep hands away from pinching own zit.
I can’t wait to meet her, and yet, I’m going all jittery and nervous and stuff.
Relax dude, relax. *listens to Dashboard Confessional – Remember To Breathe (MTV Unplugged)*
Well, I guess that’s all.
Oh and check out the dude yo. Please, allow me to bask and glow and gloat at myself for the moment. Heeeee……..
Okay. My mind is rather woosy, hungry, sleep-deprived, cold, blurry. Still, I gotta get this of my mind.
I had really bad timing of saying things andthough I mean well, timing is also crucial. So: *here goes nothing*
Here's a whole dump of today's incoherency. Not bad, since I did nothing productive in the office an dreading comics in the presence of the boss. Excuse me, I gotta take a shower, and I have a call to keep to someone.
Begin memory data dump on address *some cryptic text and numbers shit*
Guess what? The modem is the office is fried. Either there’s a leakage with the pipes or the building’s getting old that water actually seeps through the pores of the cement. So no Internet connection till we get replacement parts and get the contractor guys to fix the leak in the roof. It’s not so bad actually without Internet. Still pretty bored at work, so to slay the dark beast of stagnant and dull repertoire, I am writing my latest blog post in the word document till I can post it on my blog.
Let’s see, I think it was last Friday I went along with my cousin to check out the newly opened indoor football stadium. Don’t ask where the location is. I suck at road maps. All I know is that it’s somewhere in the Pending industrial area.
Had 4 courts I counted and I think that they might be adding more later on. And I think its RM 90 per court per hour. Can’t be sure about the rates. I do know that 4 years without some form of physical exercise and a sudden activity in it without proper warm-ups is just plain asking for trouble. Trust me, it’s been 3 days and my leg still hurts, my knees tend to give way sometimes, the soles on my feet aches, and my sides are killing me. Other than that, everything else seems peachy. Futsal, or indoor football is pretty much like football, only on a smaller scale. And I really have to get myself a decent pair of running shoes at least. Man my soles hurt.
Oh and a last Saturday I was out with companies of friends at our usual watering hole a.k.a the Great Kitchen. Talked about everything and nothing at all really. But being out and socializing with friends is good for the soul, and the mind I say. And I got pestered by Azreen to join her to catch the movie samara.
Sunday, watched the movie Samara. The usual horror flick, with loud surprises and all the usual “BOO!” tricks. Still gets to me though, and the sound from the theatre could’ve have been less loud. I mean, the horror flicks tend to exaggerate on the sounds and the effects. Kind of boring, must be the usual horror flick style, but I gotta admit, the close up gross effect still surprise me. And the cinema isn’t as packed as I thought it would be. Hmmm… I kinda like that.
Hang out at the Great Kitchen again after that to grab late night snack. Had stir-fried mee-hun (I have no idea what’s the proper name for that in English), and it’s very nice. Either the cook improved or it’s my lucky day to get good food or I’m just real hungry. We didn’t hang around for very long, everyone’s was pretty beat for the day, evening, what ever.
Read post from caycep. It sickened me and I am sorry for her because she had to go through that.
“CEPAT, MESRA, BETUL” My hairy-pale-skin ass… *Haaarrrrk* *PTUIH!*
But I know that they are good cops around, it’s just that you know like a single bad apple spoils the whole basket. Same goes for local guys here. Have a run with those thick-hide-obnoxious-makes-you-wanna-pry-their-tongues-out and the rest of us can kiss potential partner relationship good bye. Hell, I was a jerk once. And speaking of this, I had a chat with a friend and I have no idea why I said this:
“I can’t find the right girl in Kuching”. Okay, it’s not that bad, I did found one, but NOOOO, I had to go acting like I got a corpse stuck in my A-hole and jerky about it, and end up ruining the entirely good relationship. Best (in a self-sacarstic manner addressed to myself) of all, I blame her for it.
Yea, yea, I can hear some of you going “What the fudgesticks is wrong with you?!” I can imagine all the rotten tomato’s and hardened French loaves aiming at the back of my head now.
But let’s not go open something that was closed a long time ago. Past is past as they say, you learn, you move on. I’m moving on, not sure where, but at least it’s somewhere. And I hope I remember what I had learnt.
Okay, better stop digressing any further.
Thing is, they are asswipe’s and moron’s and bitches and dickweed’s around. Bad news is, they’re gonna be around for a long while. More bad news, there’s one born every minute. Even more bad news, they either enjoy being that way or don’t realise and don’t bother to change. Yes, life isn’t kind to anyone of us here because we’re gonna bump into them from time to time. But the point is we (general human population) still end up fulfilling the one rotten bunch prophecy. And human nature isn’t perfect at all. It’s just that, I hope that the next time some dumbass (male/female) goes and pisses of the other gender (and may he/she get a zit on the bum so painful that they can not sit!), please don’t generalise. Yea, they’re horrible, but they are other apple’s that are good in there basket as well you know…
Guess what? I was about to take a photo of the notebook page where I wrote stuff down, the batteries died on me. So again, no pictures. Maybe if I took my time typing out this post, the battery might be fully recharged so I can take more snaps.
Now, what to talk about? Seriously I have no idea. I'lll just scribble down what ever that comes across my mind.
Hmmm... Thank you's to my friends who helped out in helping me to figure out the time needed if I choose to head to Miri by express bus. Which I probalby will, since air fare is still out of my league. Still thinking about lodging. I do have an uncle staying there but I try not to bother them. There's a few nicely priced budget inn around Miri that I've managed to look up on the Internet. then there's the probability of me not waking up early enough to catch a taxi to the bus stop for the trip home.
Now why would I want to go to Miri? Break away for a while, try something new, and keeping my promise to Rita. Who's this mysterious Rita you ask? Some one real special to me. Besides, most of you would've guessed it by now that a guy just doesn't leave his comfort zone, travels a long way to a place he's not familiar with just to break out, right?
Now what can I say about her? I met her online, or rather, she noticed me first. Then we started of e-mailing each other everyday talking about usual stuff. Then one topic led to another and please dont go thinking naughty stuff, and next thing we knew, we had to meet up. So I'm taking the manly *Ahem!* (yeah, right!) responsibilities and decided to make an effort to go there and meet her. At least I am meeting her in her hometown.
And Ja gave me this link:
Cats Music Video
Ah, batteries are fully charged. Uno momento while I is shooting notebooks and is letters sticks pictures here's...
Writing actually kept me awake, though I didnt really paid much attention to the class. Food in your stomach, nice comfy chair, aircon, nice quiet corner, all the right condition to fall asleep in class. It's one of those Microsoft Technical classes. And so far, caffeine isn't really helping to keep me awake anymore...
I know the picture is blurry. I'm still fiddling around with thesettings. Either its the settings or my hands are shaking. No, CHOI! I do not have Parkinson's.
Right. Back to the Miri trip. Well, I've decided to take the express bus both to and fro. And managed to find an inn by Rita's reccomendation. And I checked out the tariffs. Well within my expectation so it's all good. Must remember to bring camera, couple of clothes and toothbrush. Hmmm... I wonder if my sling can fit all that. Oh and my trusty MP3 player, perhaps the only device to keep me sane. Maybe a book as well...
Hmmm... I hope I wont get tongue tied or be a nervous wreck. Just gotta remember to breathe, and everything will be fine...
Need sleep now. Leg hurts, work tomorrow. Good night everyone.
Hung out with friends at the Great Kitchen again. Though I wonder if the kitchen is worth anything great to mention at all. Now I'm trying to get as much down as I can in 30 minutes because then I'll have to get back to class.
Met Rin's friend. I never got to know her name, and I'm not really used to introducing myself. Not that I am stuck up or anything like that, just a little shy. Her friend's cool. I should try to at least properly introduce myself to new people next time.
Note to Self: Don't be shy about introducing yourself to new people.
Other than that, it's always nice to hang around with them. Though I was rather quiet. And Rin had fascination for fire. No, she's not a pyromaniac, at least, I dont think so. But in any case, I had a slight burn on my right elbow. It'll heal.
Oh, and Mac wrote Rin on his latest post. I have a sudden feeling of dejavu. It's like writing a testimonial for some one on what Rin would refer to "The Demonic Tool Known As Friendster", only it's not a testimonial, and it's not on Friendster.
*scratch face*
Since I have somewhat of 10 minutes, I'll just about my friends. First of:
Rin. Shook's youngest sister. Cute, perky, fiesty (in a totally non perverted sense!), one heckuva sense of humor. And she's cool. Typical local guys wouldn't last a day with her.
Mac. Macdyne mac. Known him since back in my Uni days. Now has long hair and he really does look like a Native American. He's better off than he was. Seriously, try blogging. Does wonders.
Aw dang it. Class started. Gotta go. Be nice people.
Real life is keeping me away long enough from my incessent need to post ranty, angsty, selamba, lovey-dovey *DOH!* stuff....
Now, the hunger can no longer be ignored. Must. Feed.
I have decided to write my thoughts out on paper since Mac had indicated of the wanting to write actual, complete sentences (or paragraphs, or the whole thing) on pen and paper. I have so far filled only 3 pages (notebook-sized page) of it. Hmm... will take a snapshot of it and post it later. And I have found that non-lyrical i.e. no audible singing or none at all tends to help me write better, but I wouldn't bet on it since I still write very incoherently.
Hmmm, dang, where the heck in Kuching are my colleagues with me Chikin lice?! *grumble* *grumble*
Good stuff from Efa. Thanks again to Ja for the tip. And there's also good stuff here.
Now, if only local guys would take the time to read it, there just might be hope at the end of the tunnel.
What ever, it's not as if my love life is great. But, I'm hoping for the best. Hehehe...
Oh, last night, or early morning since it was past midnight when Azreen called and asked me if i'd join her with another friend of ours.
Exactly what I needed from listening to my brother's choice of *stup* *stup* *stup* music.
Not much to say really... It's really strange, in a nice way that I got to meet with Ja. We haven't actually meet up yet, but I'm hoping for it. Bings! Must go there, again!
hehehe, seriously though, I know her sister before I got to know her, and it was through the blogosphere and the doopleganger incident. And in less than a week, we're brother-sisters, by Fate. And, I've shared with her some things I don't share with anyone else. It's weird, telling about stuff to some one you only met online. Hmm, I guess people need closure and a confidant sometimes...
And just to let you guys know, I'm fine. I've gotten over the break up. I will get depress sometimes allright, but I'll be okay... and thanks for everything. I'll try very hard NOT to be a jerk/attention-whore/depression black hole.
And Ja gave this link:
Porn Yellowpages
The Pussy Creation poem... *ROFL*
Need sleep. Need to get up early... *zones*
Thanks sis. Somehow, today has a strange vibe. Maybe it's just me. *shrugs* meh, probably pass.
Now, what to say, oh what to say indeed? Nothing much really, and since there isn't much to talk about on April Fools day, I'm gonna bore every one here with:
The Stuff That Happended To Me Today
Me:"Mum, you can finish the apple?"
Mum:*peeling apple skin* "Of course, no problem wan. Get your ownla."
Me: *Trying to be funny* "Aiya, don wanla... lazy wan to chew. so susah, wan to open mouth big big, chew and swallow some more" *grinning*
Mum:"People who say this are useless wan. " *sacarstic*
Me: "Like me lah" *smiling*
Mum:"People like this are useless people. Good for nothing " *quite sacarstic*
Hmm... must be her time of the month. In any case, I couldn't give a rats unwiped arse about it. Now you all know what I have to go through. Yes, I clearly know that there are some who went through more than that, and I sincerely admire your endurance and preseverance.
Oh, it was during dinner just now, after I had taken a number of meat, it was then I had realise that it's a Friday. *DOH!*
Keep thinking to cut my nails but I always forget them. And the Hits.fm morning crew, JJ and Rudy are unwilling scapegoats (who is?) of the managerial section (I wonder if they're some fiend from hell in human skin?). I hope that they get their job back. I mean, they messed up once, ONCE and they're fired. After all they had done to keep us malaysian's sane and happy in the early morning while suffering jam and getting to work on time. They had to wake up like 4,5 am and have to be really happy even though they feel like shit and they start their shift at 6 am. Hat's off to JJ and Rudy for all they've done.
Now to post this and get some sleep. Good night, take care people.
April 2nd, 00:17 am.
I remember what I wanted to say. That picture. It feels like, I dont know how to say this but there's more to the picture for me. I cant quite put my finger on it. Perhaps it's for the better.
And politic's suck. Period. Especially conservative prick's like what Mac said.
