Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 2,957 views
I’m going to make it short. Real short this time because Noktah Hitam said, I can never write a short post.
2009 wrap-up
Start. Sold off old ride at a loss. Bought a new car. Ridden with more debts. Moved from KL to Miri. Made more new friends. I love Miri. Stayed at Hilltop, rented a room. Pissed off with the landlady, moved to Permyjaya, renting a house. Addicted to Twitter. Less blogging. Photog sessions. Bought my first baju raya, maroon colour. Went Raya visiting. Series of misfortunes. Blurry eyes. Family problem. Fucked up old man. Screwed by crazy dude. Almost. Relationship problem. Money problem. Knocked a lamp post. Escaped without a scratch. Car banged up real bad. Insurance paid RM8k to fix. Poor Sarah. Assigned to work at Lahad Datu. Flew so many times in 2009, kinda sick of it. I miss KL. The people. Lovely friends. No vacations this year. Philippines trip canceled. Typhoon. H1N1. Busy work schedule. Life is getting better. Good times with crazy friends. <3 them. Shit I use <3 in my blog! Bimbo much. Modeled for photoshoot. Sort of. Saja tumpang sekaki. Paid off big chunk of debts. Many friends getting married. Free N900 to play with. New job offer. Kuching here I come. Am so ready for 2010. End. Oh wait, I’ve changed my blog hosting too! End.
Leave you guys with these awesome pictures.
Meet Incredible Sergent Saunders N. Tharmendran, ‘double handedly’ carried two jet engines worth RM100 mil, sold it as scrap metals. Photo credit to Durvy.
This is how MU grabs your balls. Ref’s balls. Officials balls. Your balls. Literally. Spot this at a store in Lahad Datu. RM4.99 only. Cheap. And stretchable. Many puns memang intended.
Posted in Boleh-ism, Bolehland, Crap, Current Affairs, Fun, Funny, Idiocy, Life, Looking Back, Malaysia, Me, Miri, Observation, People, Personal, Photos, Sarcastic | 11 Comments »
Thursday, November 26th, 2009 2,843 views
Greeting from Lahad Datu!
Sorry for the short absence from this blog. When was the last blog post? November 13th lol! Today is November 26th, so almost 2 weeks without any blog post. What a lazy brooger!!
I’ve been busy (ehem this time it is for real) adjusting my life in Lahad Datu for past one week. Just came here last week and been busy since. Taking over people’s job halfway is not fun at all.
Scratching my head figuring out the reports, calculations and what not, people on top chasing you to produce something when you have yet to warm the seat you’re given, and to top that need to hear complaints and gossips of what happened when I was not here from the subordinates. Managing people is the number one pain in the ass job.
People don’t like to be managed. We’re always some sort of rebels at heart, launching perpetual wars against this world with some self serving causes only our own self can identify with. Probably that explains the messes this world is in, the never ending conflicts among humans, the slow and painful destruction of this pretty world with our disastrous way of life. (Shit did I sound normal?)
Lahad Datu is truly a cowboy town. Among the things you’ll notice when you set foot to this little town are:
1. 4WD vehicles zooming here and there. I think maybe out of 10 vehicles on the road, 8 of them are 4WD vehicles.
2. There are many car wash centres. Business is good, thanks to the dirty road and probably the nature of works these vehicle owners are involved with. Most are working at the plantations, construction sites, factories, shipyards and seems like there is mud everywhere. It is as if Lahad Datu is one big construction site. Cleanliness doesn’t seem to be top in the list of concerns here. Wait till I get you some photos at the fish and chicken market next time. Ehe!
‘Rainforest’ of palm oil trees
3. Food is a bit expensive for a relatively quiet and small town. 3 persons, breakfast with milo, tea, coffee and two plates of fried mee = RM15. A plate of fried mee will cost you RM5. ‘Economy’ rice will cost you between RM5-Rm8.
Let’s see if I can compile a ‘10 things about Lahad Datu’ you should know list for my blog eh? I had the chance to make a short trip down Tawau last Sunday to check out awesome town. the chicks. I heard the chicks down there are worth checking out. Amber Chia is from Tawau. I was hoping to see chicks with juicy, plump lips like her (but hopefully not talking Engrish like her)
Met up with a uni friend, went around the town and bought some local snacks. Got this ‘ Keropok Amplang’ – ball shaped crackers made from mackerel and shrimp fillet at Tawau main market.
Hmm, it does look like some funny pills…
Crispeeeeyyhhh! Nom nom nom..
Spent one afternoon in Tawau then came back to Lahad Datu. 1-2 hours drive, depends on how awesome you’re on the road. Driving around this part of the world is quite ’scary’.
Life here is seriously boring. After work, stay at home reading books, listening to the radio and online from my mobile. Facebooking and Tweeting lah, what else? Internet connection at my place sucks.
Er, that’s another reason I don’t blog 
Well, at work surely I cannot blog when I have things to attend to. (tee hee hee..) I can’t even online properly from my mobile using Celcom Broadband, what more to try on the netbook. Boo!! I can only online using DiGi, although slow but at least consistent. And surfing using mobile, it’s considerably fast.
For the past week, I slept before 11pm, woke up around 6am. That’s a sign I am getting old. Ask Suituapui what time he sleeps? *chuckles* I guess that’s it for now. Till the next boring update~!
ps: Am going to celebrate my 27th birthday here in Lahad Datu. -.-|||
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Thursday, October 29th, 2009 921 views
Reunited with my Sarah last Saturday after a month of her solitary confinement inside the workshop. I have been hounding their asses to finish the repair works fast. Insurance company already approved the claim, I need the car to shuttle my ass around town, especially going to work.
Life is no fun without own transport, especially when you’re staying at place where is a 20 mins drive from your working place, 10-15 mins from town, where all the fun is. So how I survived my one month period without Sarah?
Initially I made an arrangement with a friend, where I would send her to work in the morning before I go to work then pick her up on my way back home in the evening. Probably I thought it’s not so convenient for me (and her) to do that so I leased a motorcycle from another friend, used that for a while and found out the bike was performing pathetically to carry my heavy ass around. The sad grunts from its engine almost like pleading me to stop riding it further, so I did.
I went back to the first arrangement for few more days and then on the last week I asked another colleague whether he would kindly let me follow his chopper to-and-fro from office to my house, since he’s staying not very far from my place. Night outings were minimised during the period. I only went out when there were friends kind enough to come and fetch me hehe.
The insurance claim for the repair work is around RM8k+ and since I took back Sarah last Saturday, I’ve been visiting the workshop twice. Not happy. 1st visit was due to the annoying noise coming from the left tyre or bottom of the car I wasn’t sure, then the screeching sound from the timing belt area and the alarm lights on the front and rear not working. Turns out, some metal pipings under the car were too close and hitting each other, creating the annoying noise, the noise from the timing belt area was solved by putting more lubricant oil at the motor and well, the alarm lights was not installed properly.
Then this morning, the engine was overheated. I was driving to work when I felt hot air coming from the air conditioner vent and I looked at the temperature gauge, holy shiet it’s at MAX temperature. Twice while slowing down the car was about to die on me. Not again. When I stopped to check the water in the radiator, it was none. Evaporated into thin air, must be. Filled back the water, then brought the car to the workshop for the 2nd time of the week. Already twice this week I took some time off to visit the workshop.
Needless to say, my attendance and punctuality at work sucks. It’s not like I want it that way. Who wants to take emergency leave for fun? Who wants to take unpaid leave and get salary deduction and on top of that hearing remarks from your superior that you’re not giving enough commitment to your work.
I find it funny and quite unreasonable that even though in the past that I managed to complete the given tasks within allocated time with the limited information and resources, my KPI would be based more on my punctuality to arrive at work and my attendance. I always try stay back a little longer to top up the time whenever I am late to work.
Like I said, it would look bad on my record to come in late (5-10 mins late, come on! I never bitch about the time I stay back more than 5-10 mins) but not that I intended to do that. My absence from work was with reason, and hey I got my salary deductions for the unpaid leave, so it’s quite fair no? Need not to rub it it, implying I’m incompetent and all that. Show me my delivered works, not just focusing on trivial matters. End of the day, you just want the assigned work to be done no? And I did exactly that, so only that matters to me. It’s not like you’re paying top dollar. Ehe! Anyway when you’re a modern slave, boss is always right. *weak smile*
Sorry, I digress. After inspection and me showing not very happy face, found out the rubber hose connecting the radiator and the engine was loose, water was leaking from the joint. Fixed that and Sarah is all well for now. I hope. Please don’t make my life miserable again. I’ve had enough.
I would like to express my gratitude for the help that I received from my friends. I’m glad to have many good and caring friends and I wouldn’t trade anything for that. Hmm, on a second thought, well maybe I will. Make your offer. *grin* You guys rock my smelly socks!
ps: Why Sarah? Thet two of you with the name Sarah in my friends list, don’t perasan lah! I just love the sound of it. Say it. Say-rah. Num num num yum yum. 
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Tuesday, October 6th, 2009 1,030 views
Smelly people must be shot to death, repeatedly.
I was boarding my flight back to Miri from Kuching on last Sunday and a shapeshifter (borrowing the phrase from the 62% evil michael ooi) was sitting next to me.
When I sat down after putting my hand luggage, immediately I noticed an unpleasant smell coming from my side, greeting my sensitive olfactory sense. I always have a heightened level of sensory perception when it comes to smell and taste. First thing I would notice about a person I meet, is their smell. *sniff sniff*
She smelled like she was dipped in shit for days, well perhaps she marinated herself in a pool of shit. No, I didn’t ask if she just came back from some kind of fetish spa. I was traumatised for the whole duration of the journey back home. I sat with my face facing the opposite side, reading my book and occasionally sniffing myself because, I smell damn good damn it!
I swear she farted few times during the flight. I could smell the sudden, heavily concentrated toxic fumes assaults every now and then so it must be coming from her smelly orifice, releasing it to kill me slowly. Could she be a hired assassin sent to eliminate me for making too many hairy jokes? I was choking in toxic fumes, afraid that I would die a smelly death next to a smelly person. That would be really tragic.
Smelly people should be shot to death, repeatedly!
ps: Come closer, let me have a whiff of your smell.. it better be good, hey!
pss: Do you know that BN politicians and some of their supporters also have a certain distinctive smell? Smell like shit. Too much craps, geddit? I bet my last fortune, Hishammuddin’s mouth is freaking smelly 
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