tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96404792024-03-08T10:08:48.502+08:00Taman Park GardenMeandering WanderingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1153961227031556292006-07-27T08:46:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.914+08:00Just. Click.<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" height="644" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.gamerevolt.com/swf/758.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="true"><embed src="http://www.gamerevolt.com/swf/758.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="644" width="400"></object><div style="text-align: center;"></embed><br /></div><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.gamerevolt.com/">Play Free Games, Kids Games, Pogo, Sudoku, Addicting Games And Chat</a></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1153543150187603312006-07-22T12:22:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.724+08:00Freaky s**tRemember all those email forwards of a MS PowerPoint file of David Copperfield and his 'ability' to read the card that you picked out?<br /><br />That's nothing compared to this. It's a bit small to read but try it. It's real freaky, yo... How'd they do this? 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And in lust at the same time.<br /><br />I think if anyone who cares for the sanity of this writer wants to make my day (and years to come) brighter and more meaningful, that person would in all haste, write me a check to put in the downpayment for this honey <a href="http://auto.howstuffworks.com/ref/all-terrain-hybrid-news.htm?cid=rss1">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1152882403073950242006-07-14T20:31:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.441+08:00Celebrating the 100th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/100posts.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/100posts.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yes yes people! It's the 100th post here at Taman Park Garden. It sure took a hell of a long time to get to this number. I wonder how long more it's gonna take to get to the 200th.<br /><br />But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it (which I think is gonna take another two years).<br /><br />And to celebrate this dubious honour, I thought I'd link this page to the new Gayana Island Resort website I just did for my company. It took me about 3 days since Wednesday. And thanks in no small part to <span style="font-style: italic;">AG</span> (for the HTML tips and the Dreamweaver MX 2004 Accelerated guidebook) and to <span style="font-style: italic;">FM</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">AO </span>for ...ahem... <span style="font-style: italic;">other forms of assistance</span>.<br /><br />It's still really rough though and it's gonna take a lot of <span style="font-style: italic;">panache</span> to make it look better. And I still don't know how to put up the titles at the top of the browser.<br /><br />But meantime, <a href="http://www.gayana-resort.com/frameset.htm">here goes</a>.<br /><br />And please, any comments and suggestions will do, thanks.<br /><br />Update:<br /><br />Well, what do you know.... I just went back and added one line to the top of the source code and the title was up! :) Too bad I don't know how to show the code here. Oh well...<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><title>Gayana Island Resort</title></span></p><br /><title>Gayana Island Resort</title>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1152320921967107002006-07-08T09:02:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.352+08:00NumbnutsI've lived here in KK for most of my mortal life but I have never realised just how into our national sport we are here.<br /><br />Never mind the World Cup. Forget the Thomas Cup. Don't even mention about Malaysia's chances of getting into the bloody World Cup either.<br /><br />If we as one nation and a unified <span style="font-style: italic;">Bangsa Malaysia</span> is to bring international recognition upon our athletic prowess and excellence, we only have to do what we do best, right?<br /><br />If we can't kick a football, it's ok. If our shuttlers cock up any further, it's no biggie right?<br /><br />So what DO we do best, you ask?<br /><br />Why...<br /><br />It's Elevator Sprinting.<br /><br />Yep, all 2.5 metres of it.<br /><br />Except, it wouldn't look that much like sprinting. Not in the traditional Michael-Johnson, Ben-Johnson way.<br /><br />It'll be a lot more exciting.<br /><br />Hell yeah, you'll have a lot of jostling and pushing and yes, yes, it is a contact sport because the players would be pushing each other out of the way too. Oh, they'd better if they wanna get ahead.<br /><br />It's not an easy game to play.<br /><br />Because in this event, there IS no team.<br /><br />It's the ultimate manifestation of modern society's strive for individualism and self-gain.<br /><br />Me? I'm just sitting on the sidelines.<br /><br />Though I play the occasional basketball and squash, I've never been a very athletic guy.<br /><br />So we'll find ourselves standing to the side when at every game time (i.e. every morning at rush hour and at lunch time), you see these combatants dueling it out at the lifts and elevators.<br /><br />We were never meant to rise to their level of physical prowess. Unlike them, we won't have what it takes.<br /><br />I mean, just look at them.<br /><br />Elbowing and scrumming it out. Battling it out for a 2.5 metre square area. Sweat literally streaming down their game faces.<br /><br />They compete in the smallest playing field in the world but the most hotly contested one too.<br /><br />Some of the 'athletes' will be striving to get OUT of the lift while others will be trying to get in.<br /><br />No quarter is given when it comes to seeing who's first in and who can get out in time before the lift door closes and have to miss their floor.<br /><br />WWE? Pussies.<br /><br />TNA Wrestling? Wannabes.<br /><br />Ultimate fighting? A stroll with grandma.<br /><br />Elevator sprinting personifies the ultimate ideal of human fitness: speed, stamina, grit, persistence, upper and lower body strength, mental agility and resistence to physical and emotional pain, all in the pursuit for greatness.<br /><br />Maybe I'll go start training by using the stairs instead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1152234889215296062006-07-07T09:05:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.264+08:00If you go in the CanSelf-help books are a dime a dozen. Some of us need it and some just plain think the authors are trying to make a quick buck off insecure fools.<br /><br />So, for those who think that books labeled 'self-help' are for pathetic wimps (but still would like to read some of them but just can't be caught dead with them), they'd likely turn to 'how-tos' and 'guidebooks'.<br /><br />But, guys, you know... If there's just ONE group that needs guidance and how-tos, I think <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Being-in-Prison">these guys need it</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1151910895402056722006-07-03T15:08:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.129+08:00Pop-upsI hate pop-ups but this is just blardy ridiculous. Look at where these girls are supposed to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/pop-ups.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/pop-ups.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>They really need to get their demographics sorted out, don't they?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1151496093738237252006-06-28T19:30:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:41.031+08:00Long Time No See...Haven't been blogging for like, a week?<br /><br />Aww.. that's not too long.<br /><br />Doesn't seem so long especially seeing that Blogger is still acting like the pot-holed, mud-encrusted <span style="font-style: italic;">lorong</span> equivalent of the information superhighway.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm like what? Two weeks into my new job and the work is piling up higher than that bamboo shoot called the Taipei 101.<br /><br />But not 24 hours into my new job, I was sent here for a 'product inspection':<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And here...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000487.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And this is taken from my room's balcony<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Right now, I'm working for a management consultant that (duh) manages this place called <a href="http://www.gayana-resort.com/">Gayana Island Resort</a>, not more than 20 minutes by ferry from the KK Ferry Terminal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000386.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>My room by the way...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000414.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Meet the GM of the Resort, Mr. Shepard Ku from KL. Very nice chap. And he bought me lunch too. And while we were lunching at the Resort's Islander Seafood Restaurant, you could actually see watch the fishes in the water off the railing you're sitting next to.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Oodles of fishies. Some tourists were using pieces of bread and throwing it to the fishes.<br />The way those fishes went at the bread reminded me of piranhas.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Boyd and Sharon, both duty managers on the island, took me around. They actually commute to the island resort everyday for work. You think you have it bad at rush hour? They'd still have to get to work and back during storms. Imagine that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000476.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>One of the unique thing about Gayana is this. An enclosed pool surrounded by netting so non-swimmers (and wimps) don't have to get into the open water. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000478.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000484.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/P1000493.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/P1000493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />No, that isn't my lunch. It's a giant clam that lived for nearly 100 years before it died. The two halves were actually bought by the Resort for RM500.00 each and put on display here at the Marine Ecology Research Centre where they rehabilitate and preserve corals and giant clams in the surrounding <a href="http://www.marimari.com/content/malaysia/popular_places/islands/tarpark/tarpark.html">Tunku Abdul Rahman Park</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/Gayana%20Aerial%20View%20ed4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/Gayana%20Aerial%20View%20ed4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I actually got some more to show but I'll leave that for later. Here's an overall view of the Resort. And no, I didn't go on a heli for that.<br /><br />Ciao.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1150781707662604242006-06-20T12:51:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.925+08:0020062006I just got an sms from an old colleague wishing me a Happy 20062006.<br /><br />Guess what's today's date?<br /><br />Without much time to blog, I just wonder: Just how often does this date occur? Hmmm... not that I got much time or space in me brain to think about it at the moment.<br /><br />But anyway, Happy 20062006!<br /><br />Ciao.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1150629846499309682006-06-18T19:22:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.838+08:00Happy Father's Day!!Happy Papa's Day, people!<br /><br />To celebrate I just thought I'd post something I found on Wikipedia a little while ago.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/wiki%20003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/wiki%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Click on the pic for a larger view)</span><br /></div><br />Seems like when people call home to Daddy on that special day, there're still strings attached, eh?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hey, Dad! Happy Father's Day!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Thanks, son! Now get off the phone. This is coming out of your allowance</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Aww... Dad, come ON....!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><br /><br />As for the second point, I'm glad the poor bugger has his birthdays to fall on to for more 'presents'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1150629666164968612006-06-18T19:18:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.755+08:00Alligator Shoes<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span> <div style="font-style: italic;">A young blonde was on vacation in the depths of Florida. She wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way.... but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking for.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;">After becoming very frustrated with the "no haggle on prices" attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, "Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator, so I can get a pair of shoes at a decent price!"<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;">The shopkeeper said with a sly, knowing smile, "Little lady, ya'll just go and give it a try, why don't cha!" The blonde turned on her heel and headed out toward the swamps, determined to catch herself an alligator.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;">Later in the day, as the shop keeper is driving home, he pulls over to the side of the levee where he spots that same young woman standing waist deep in the murky swamp water, shotgun in hand.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;">Just then, he spots a huge 9-foot gator swimming rapidly toward her. With lightning speed, she takes aim, kills the creature and, with a great deal of effort, hauls it onto the slimy swamp bank. </div> <div style="font-style: italic;">Lying nearby were several more of the dead creatures. The shopkeeper stands on the bank and watches this scenario in amazed silence. Just then, the blonde struggles and flips the gator on its back.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;">Then, rolling her eyes heaven ward and screaming in great frustration, she shouts out, "Damn, this one is barefoot, too!"<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1150298370245597112006-06-14T22:21:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.539+08:00Not Goodbye.I've been thinking about how to write this entry.<br /><br />Been thinking and thinking and thinking.<br /><br />Even when I'm doing mundane stuff or being constantly on my feet or at the workstation in the past couple of days, wrapping things up in the place where I've spent the bulk of my waking hours at.<br /><br />A place I can and do... call Home.<br /><br />But nothing comes up.<br /><br />Nothing comes to mind. Somehow, I think a part of me keeps telling me that you don't <span style="font-style: italic;">plan </span>what to say in this situation but just <span style="font-style: italic;">wing</span> it.<br /><br />I have never been any good at saying goodbye or so long or farewell.<br /><br />Maybe an occasional 'see ya!', but not this time.<br /><br />There's too much to say but I won't put in much details in here either to <span style="font-style: italic;">jaga</span> the identities of those I want to say 'see ya' to. But I hope they will know who they are and that they have had a hand in weaving part of the continuing tapestry that is me.<br /><br />So, here goes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />2 years.<br /><br />That's longer than I have ever spent at any other company. To most people, that's not a long time at all. Not at all. Just a heartbeat.<br /><br />But I was with this company since its very beginning. From scratch. All those months ago when <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">FA</span> called me out one evening for dinner. And laid out the Plan. Even though he's no longer with this company either, he's still got a hand in helping bring it into the world. Thank you for the opportunity and the confidence you had in me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">PT</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">LA</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">SyF</span>: You guys have helped me so much in our work, it's impossible to measure. But what's more important is that, we have had laughters together while doing the work. <span style="font-style: italic;">Tompinai</span>s forever!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">To the whole </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">marketing team</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> (yes all five of you)</span>: You guys have been such great colleagues and assets to the company. I'm proud of you guys. Continue the good work and do us prouder still. It's been so good working with all of you and my work is immeasurably harder if you have not been there. Girls, stop playing around with the Sony cam so much! You have to spend a little time with the new Sony Handycam now! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">AO</span>: Buddy, even though you've been gone for most of the time, everytime you're there, it's a cool thing. Let's meet up again at CyberX one of these days. And look after <span style="font-style: italic;">FM</span> for me k? Don't let him get into any trouble! haha<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">GDR</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">FM</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">SB</span>: All those roadshows. All those times on the road. All that insane laughter and nonsense. Those are worth all the gold in the world and the next. Thank you so much for that and for helping me see what being part of a team is really all about. You guys weren't just colleagues. You were more like family.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">JE</span>: It's been a blast working with you for close to two years. The shared experience we have putting on those courses has been invaluable. Despite the age difference, I have only felt we're more like brothers. Catch up with you again with those <span style="font-style: italic;">sepuluh-tiga</span>s!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">VW</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">DP</span>: The both of you have been the elder brother and sister I never had and the help and advice you have imparted to me can never be diminished nor tarnished. Thank you so much for your confidence and trust in me. It's has been a great pleasure and a valuable experience working with powerhouses like you.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Last but not least, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mr. M</span>: Sir, I can't thank you enough. I can never. You have been a friend, mentor, a guru and a boss I can really look up to. Through all the early times, the good times, the tough times, and the crazy times, it has been a great experience and honour working in your company. Working for you has been more like working WITH you.<br /><br />For the others, if I don't list you here doesn't mean your presence have not impacted me in a valuable way too.<br /><br />Everybody has been an important part of me and I can only hope that I too have been an equally important part of their lives in this company.<br /><br />Thank you everyone for everything!<br /><br />But like I said before.<br /><br />It's not a goodbye. It's a see you later!<br /><br />So, still we meet again...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/me%20at%20the%20beach%20ed3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/me%20at%20the%20beach%20ed3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Keep on pullin'<br /> cuz you got good people behind you...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC04180%20ed3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC04180%20ed3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>... and I'll see you again soon.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1150032270921887792006-06-11T21:20:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.417+08:00The Wedding in Keningau<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This entry is dedicated to Dennison and Anita*<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">I actually wanted to post this entry when I got back on Sunday but lo and behold, the PC decided to act up again. Ah well...<br /><br />So I’m back. Yes. In one piece. I can still feel the <i style="">tapai</i> in my system. I thought a game of basketball might squeeze the stuff out of my system but… nothing ain’t so easy.<br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">Anyways…<br /></span><br />It was Saturday morning, the big day for my pal, Den and his gal, Anita.<p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05903.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05903.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Checking that I actually had my wedding gift for them, I got going.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05904.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Before I left, I decided to measure exactly how much driving I’d have to do. So set the meter to zero…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05905.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">…had some breakfast with <a href="http://fridaycat13.blogspot.com">The FridayCat</a>…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05907.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">…and I was on my way. It was exactly ten am on the Myvi’s clock when I saw this.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">I have to pass by Tambunan first before reaching Keningau. Having been to all those places a couple of times, I knew I had to drive about 1 and half hours to Tambunan before another 50 minutes to 1 hour to get to Keningau. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Did you know some of the locals insist that it’s pronounced ‘Kendingau’?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05912.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t remember the time when I reached Tambunan but maybe that’s cuz this was all I was thinking of.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05915.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Welcome to Tambunan town. Yes, you’re looking at pretty much the town centre. It’s a pretty small town and surrounded by more than 80 villages.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05916.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">49km? Piece of cake.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05918.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No, I didn’t have to stop and ask for directions. Thank you very much.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Meet the man himself (with the shades, I mean). I actually met up with him at Perkasa Hotel. We met up at the hotel earlier before coming to town to pick Anita up. This is the first pic of me on this blog and it looks damn weird, man…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05923.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05920.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>That’s where I’m staying. Got here by 12.15pm. Hmm.. 2 hours 15 minutes from KK to Keningau.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05927.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The view from room 301.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05929.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Have you seen a piece like that before? I haven’t. Neither has he…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05935.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Isn’t that sweet? Waiting in the hotel’s lobby and waiting to go to the <i style="">kampong </i>for the blessing and reception.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05940.jpg"><br /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The ride to the wedding venue took a while and it’s nearly 20km from the hotel to the village where it’s held. This was where I said, “I’ve never been to a <i style="">kampong </i>wedding before,” and Den goes, “Neither have I”.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05945.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Meet (from right) the groom’s dad Mr. Ramdi, his mom, Janet, the ‘best man’ Junior and the Father of the Bride, Gapilit.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05947.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">THIS was one of the first things I saw as I stepped into the hall. Brrr…. In these rows of <i style="">tajaus </i>(urns) is <i style="">tapai</i>, or rice wine.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some of the <i style="">tajaus</i> were given to the ceremony by other villages as you can see from the tags. And I could see some extra 'straws' were hanging around. No prizes too for guessing what those plastic bags are for...<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05978.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05979.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05979.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>More on these later…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05954.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so, the ceremony began with Pastor Eric Foo from the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Charismatic</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Calvary</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Church</st1:placetype></st1:place> in Tanjung Aru, Kota Kinabalu leading the holy matrimony…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05955.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">… exchanging of rings…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">… signing the marriage papers…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05963.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">…. a praying over…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05969.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">...cutting the cake...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No need for me to explain la <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state>?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">For her in-laws…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05973.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05973.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And for his in-law…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05974.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05974.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And….</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05964.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05964.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It begins… OMG</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05977.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05977.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh yes… it began alright…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05987.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everyone started to get into the spirit of things</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05989.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05989.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had to get to a double shot of that stuff they call <i style="">lihing</i> with the Main Man.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05988.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05988.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">And another…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05990.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Remember those? Everyone started going at them…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yes… even the ladies…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lines were forming around the stuff and there were LITRES of it. I think I counted 31 urns and more were coming…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05998.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05997.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Father and son too.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05992.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05992.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had to get some of it myself.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05994.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05994.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Contrary to what some might think, it didn’t taste half bad and went down quite easy.<br />Tasted a little sour and sweet at the same time. IT IS an acquired taste, or so they say.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here’s how it worked. You and a partner had to ‘down’ that bit of tapai til the surface touched the leaf covering the urn. “<span style="font-style: italic;">Sampai daun!</span> (Till the leaf!)” they’ll shout.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then El Presidente right here will be more than pleased to help you top it up to the brim again.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And if you feel you’re getting tipsy, they have some <i style="">pusas</i> (local dish) to help it go down…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05999.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had to put this up… Junior’s hand make him seem like he’s barely holding it together while Heldy’s thinking “That didn’t go down at all…”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC05982.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC05982.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And while all that drinkin was goin’ down, this guy was getting’ down…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I <i style="">had</i> to take a pic with him…. Calls himself Cowboy. I wonder why. (I sure hope he doesn't travel to Tel Aviv with that 'stash on his face).</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06012.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06012.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As the celebrations went on through the night…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06027.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06027.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">…I helped myself to this guy. Yes, you’re looking at a bottle of Chivas Regal… yummy..</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06028.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06028.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This dude was just going around, helping people get pissed…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are we shwell phisshed? Hell, yeah…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that guy Kino there on the right… sauntered into the party, started mingling with us and we began questioning him on the guest list. He was talking to Den and I for a good half hour and didn’t realize that the guy who married his relative is the guy talking to him! Hahah</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Meet Mr. Pissed Drunk behind the wheel. That’s a passive face right there.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everyone was still hung over the next morning except for Anita over there. Don’t let this photo fool you…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then I had to leave.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/DSC06045%20ed2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/DSC06045%20ed2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </p><p class="MsoNormal">And that was how far I went. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, I nearly forgot!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Congratulations to Den and Nita!<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Have a good long life together and be good to each other now!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149860768434503012006-06-09T21:00:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.320+08:00Keningau or BustI'm going to Keningau tomorrow morning to attend my good buddy <span style="font-style: italic;">D.I</span>'s wedding.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/Keningau-land-1174a-locatio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/Keningau-land-1174a-locatio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's gonna take me about 2, maybe 3 hours if I take a leisurely drive in the MyVi through the twisty roads. First, to Donggongon for some breakfast (I'm thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">ngiu chap</span>) and then on to Gunung Emas. From there, it's only about an hour to Tambunan and then another maybe 1 hour to reach Keningau.<br /><br />I'm not worried about the road conditions cuz I've driven there a number of times for work.<br /><br />It's finding the wedding venue that's going to be a mother, I think. Even after <span style="font-style: italic;">D.I</span> extended me a '<span style="font-style: italic;">limited edition</span>' invitation card to come to his wedding, complete with directions.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/invitation.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/invitation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hoo boy.<br /><br />Thing is, earlier plans were kinda changed.<br /><br />I'll be driving alone, yer see. With only Matchbox 20 for company.<br /><br />A guy called Joe, who's a cousin of the bride, was supposed to ride with me. I just got an SMS saying he's gotta go with another friend cuz <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> friend doesn't know the way to Keningau.<br /><br />Alrighty.<br /><br />But driving alone is still ok.<br /><br />Some of you might have an inkling of the way some <span style="font-style: italic;">folks </span>in Keningau drink.<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />As in the consumption of alcoholic beverages.<br /><br />As in consuming <span style="font-style: italic;">homemade</span> alcoholic substances.<br /><br />And this IS a wedding I'm going to.<br /><br />There would be expectations of drinking. And expectations of how <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> should drink with them too.<br /><br />Hoo boy.<br /><br />Things could get ugly over there.<br /><br />:)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Some advice (among other things) I got from some folks about going for the wedding in Keningau (Thanks guys):<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Don't give in to pressure ah... they like to do that. Just say no. Say you have to drive.</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Just be careful. Say you </span>makan ubat <span style="font-style: italic;">(took medication). Or say you ate some durian.</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">You seriously going ah??</span>"<br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Boleh tahan, boss!</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Wah... city girls not good enough for you ah?</span>"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">God Speed.</span>"<br /></div><br /><br />Right.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149856333800386382006-06-09T19:26:00.001+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.234+08:00Money Is BlindSome people have it and some don't.<br /><br />But how would you tell that when luck still plays a major role in a stage production of such epic proportions where every actor (actpersons/actpeople?) aren't necessarily the players but they <span style="font-style: italic;">THINK</span> they're the player.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/glutton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/glutton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />How would you react when someone else seems to have all the luck in the world shoved up to and down their throats, making everyone else seem like they need to pick the scraps up off the bottom of the dumpster to get by?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">G</span> and I felt like we were the scrapers today.<br /><br />Cuz as soon as I sat down for lunch, he went:<br /><br />G: You know what, dude?<br /><br />Me: (Lighting up) What, man?<br /><br />G: My colleague just won a fuckin' lottery.<br /><br />Me: (Not even batting an eyelid) So what man? How much? Toto <span style="font-style: italic;">ah</span>?<br /><br />G: No... a UK one dude! You wanna know how much he won?<br /><br />Me: (Blew smoke, skeptical) How m...<br /><br />G: 250,000...<br /><br />Me: (Eyes grew wide) Wah... that's a lot, huh<br /><br />G: Pounds (£)<br /><br />Me: (Dropped chig) WHAT. THE. FUCK.<br /><br />G: Yeah, hah hah. Fucker, right? I counted ah... about 1,750,000 ringgit oh!!<br /><br />Me: (Shaking head in disbelief) Sure or not oh???<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >C.C.P.</span><br /><br />Apparently, this guy, in his mid-40's, a shit of a colleague, who hardly does any work and pushes work to other people, played the ThunderBall, a UK National lottery <span style="font-style: italic;">online</span> and got picked to be the winner of £250,000. Without even paying in a single frigging cent.<br /><br />If that's really true, really, really true, why are you still working? Why is <span style="font-style: italic;">G</span> still working? Why am I still working?<br /><br />It must undoubtedly, irrefutably, undeniably and unquestionably proves that money is bloody blind.<br /><br />So why are you, the hard-working, upstanding, parent-obeying, spouse-loving, hygienic, loyal, faithful, honest member of the workforce, still at your job?<br /><br />Why aren't the rest of us playing the stock market, and going online, betting our hard-earned cash and monies on online poker, backroom blackjack, seedy slot machines and black market sporting odds?<br /><br />Hell, while we're at it, let's all be bookies for each other. You do sports. I do those pukes who clean our streets and toilets to see who keel over first. Then, we <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> wouldn't have to work cuz the cash is being pushed around.<br /><br />I know lah, we all have to work. It defines us. It can make us who we are.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />Why do some <span style="font-style: italic;">kena</span>?<br /><br />Why do others slog and slog and slog just to make it (just for a while)?<br /><br />And why when they do make it, they are plagued by heart diseases, heart aches and heartlessness?<br /><br />And the rest who just try and try and try with no end in sight.<br /><br />WRHEE.THE.FCUK ARE OUR LOTTERY WINNINGS?!?!<br /><br />Let me tell you why...<br /><br />It's cuz some have it and some don't. That's all. Be at peace with that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ngai tiau</span></span><br /><br />*<span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh</span>*<br /><br />I'm fine now. Thank you. That's all. Have a nice day now. I'll leave you with these.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/elves%20win%20lottery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/elves%20win%20lottery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/hell%27s%20lottery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/hell%27s%20lottery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149840718755069092006-06-09T15:53:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:40.042+08:00Kena.<div style="text-align: center;">Check this out:<br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/virus%20infections.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/400/virus%20infections.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />No wonder my damn workstation has been so slow and uncooperative.<br /><br />Not <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>much, mind you... Just enough for me to feel that <span style="font-style: italic;">something's</span> going on.<br /><br />I was even reprimand by <span style="font-style: italic;">F</span> the IT Head for letting this happen.<br /><br />Me: Shit man, the PC's so slow...<br /><br />F: Try use the antivirus and see...<br /><br />Me: Ok.<br /><br />(Launched the program. Waited three minutes for it to open, scan and saw the above screen.)<br /><br />Me & F: <span style="font-size:130%;">FUI....YOO!!!!</span><br /><br />(sheepish silence ensues)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">F</span> slowly turns his head to me and goes:<br /><br />F: You trying to <a href="http://www.dicts.info/dictionary.php?k1=1&k2=224"><span style="font-style: italic;">ternak</span></a> them, izzit?<br /><br />Me: <span style="font-size:78%;">errrrr......</span> (pretends to be occupied with a piece of document conveniently left lying around). <span style="font-size:78%;">No ah...</span> :PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149746437361958772006-06-08T13:57:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.962+08:00No time for posting today but here's a short one:<br /><br />Me: Mornin', so did you get any sleep last night?<br /><br />D: Got... <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I get good sleep every night. Just not enough</span>.<br /><br />Me: ???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149663672424469592006-06-07T14:27:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.873+08:00Catch Mah Drift.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/blogger.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/blogger.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >=</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/mule.0.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/mule.0.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >=</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/shs_sadSmileyArt1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/shs_sadSmileyArt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">so,</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/15025%20SLEDGE%20HAMMER.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/15025%20SLEDGE%20HAMMER.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >÷</span><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/blogger.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/blogger.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">=</span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/evil-smiley-face.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/evil-smiley-face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/mule.png"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149655794292429822006-06-07T12:12:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.789+08:00Involuntary Loss of Unconsciousness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/lion-yawning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/lion-yawning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You come home from a game of basketball and dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You take a long shower and feel your limps loosening to the point of slack. <o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You feel refreshed after shower and proceed to do some stuff on the PC downstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You fool around with your PC until that someone calls on the mobile. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You chat for a while on the mobile, say good night and continue tooling on the PC. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You shut off the PC at 11.30pm. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You brush your teeth summarily and go to bed. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You lose consciousness. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You gain consciousness at 1.30am. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You think nothing of it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You even brush it off as a dream. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You start to wait to fall back to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You wait some more. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You toss and you turn. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You then wait some more. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You decide to wait while waiting to fall back to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You begin to feel hot and exerted from all the tossing and turning. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You go turn on the air-conditioner. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You begin to let weird things drift in the cavity of your mind. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You begin to executive produce a rejected episode of The Bold and The Beautiful in your head. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You start to think about the things you need to do in the current job and the next. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You begin to feel frustrated. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You get up to drink water from a bottle on the desk next to the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You also realise you hurt your left leg a little while playing basketball earlier. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You switch on the bedside lamp and venture downstairs. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You see that the clock reads 2.30am.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You pick up a copy of Cars, Bikes, Trucks and used the Family Throne. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You ogle at the Ferrari 599GTB Fiorano on the centrefold. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You go back up for another attempt at voluntarily losing consciousness. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You, of course, then wait.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You check the time and see that it’s 3.45am.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You try to hold the door close but things still pry into your mind. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You indulge an analysis of your current lack of consciousness. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You are taken away from the wheel and put into the backseat of your mind. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You begin to be quite concerned when Anthony Bourdain, Shaquille O’Neal and Russell Peters start to discuss Japanese sub-culture with you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You tell your sanity to stay put and sit down. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You threaten to put your sanity up on disciplinary charges and a suspension of pay and holiday if it doesn’t do as you tell it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You lighten up considerably when Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Maria Sharapova and Naomi Watts start to whisper incomprehensible nothings to you. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You see them fade away when the unwelcome spectre of your work for the coming day gatecrashes your party with the ladies. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You replace thoughts of work with thoughts of beer with your mates. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You thought better of that and switched paths. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You realise you are actually dreaming.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You realise you are not dreaming when you have to get up and put on a sweater for the cold. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You see 4.50am on the mobile’s clock. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You reset your alarm from 6.45am to 7.20am. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You contemplate going downstairs again to look for some sleeping pills.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You realise that’s a bad idea. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You catch yourself thinking of Transformers, Legos, wine, basketball, and how you are going to blog about this the next day. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You sit up.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You wonder at what kind of shape you will be in for the meeting with a client later in the morning. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You wonder about the consequences if you were to oversleep and miss the meeting. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You toy with the idea of staying awake until dawn and go to work early. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You say screw it and lie back down. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You take the pillow away from under your head. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You then open your eyes again and in panic, reach frantically for the mobile to check the time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You shake your head when it reads 7.16am. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;">You get up shakily, head to the bathroom, and, while looking in the mirror, say:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >SHIT.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149559844985079372006-06-06T08:23:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.698+08:00Salt Culture<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Give neither advice nor salt,<br />until you are asked for it.</span>"<br />- English proverb.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Society, my dear, is like salt water.<br />Good to swim in but hard to swallow.</span>"<br />- Arthur Stringer, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Silver Poppy</span>.<br /></span></div><br /><br />You learn something new everyday but apparently I took the wrong elective.<br />Not in a million years could I have seen this one coming.<br /><br />Get a load of this.<br /><br />There we were right... <a href="http://lkys.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-days.html">chugging back the Tigers</a> (RM20.00 for 3 large bottles) and waiting for everyone else to present themselves for the night.<br /><br />Like I said in that last post, it was my buddy's birthday last night so a bunch of us went out to get drunk. Or at least, we attempted to <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>.<br /><br />Suddenly, <span style="font-style: italic;">P</span>, one of my colleagues, walked into the cafe with salt.<br /><br />Yes, salt.<br /><br />Not one bag. <span style="font-style: italic;">Five </span>bags!<br /><br />You know... one of those little packets of salt, maybe 500gm?<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Why, man???</span>", we objectively queried in unison with bewildered looks on our faces.<br /><br />And he proceeded to hand the whole thing to the birthday boy.<br /><br />Still, this phenomenon begs the question, <span style="font-style: italic;">Why?</span><br /><br />A little background:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">P</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, one day, was sitting with the </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://lkys.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-ransom.html">birthday boy</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> (or BB as we'll call him here) having some lunch. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Bear with me here....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">As BB got his food, he ordered a saucer of salt to go with it. Which of course, he never finished. The salt, I mean. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">And that wasn't the first time. Every single time, he orders salt to go with his food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, Asian, Western, Middle Eastern, etc, etc, etc. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This of course, requires the mandatory verbal add-on of "</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Would you like more food with your salt?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><br /><br />So....<br /><br />The bags of salt P got BB last night was just an inside joke to BB's eating habit.<br /><br />But we knew better. A bunch of Chinese blokes around the table. Oh, we knew better.<br /><br />As Baron Harkonnen would say in <span style="font-style: italic;">Dune</span>, "Plans, laid within plans that lie within plans".<br /><br />Yer see, if you take the English word 'salt' and translated it into <span style="font-style: italic;">Hakka</span> (our local Chinese dialect around these parts), you'd get something like,<br /><br />(You ready for it?)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">haam<br /><br /></span>Yeah. Try it on. It's sound a little like 'hum' except you gotta drag it out a bit.<br /><br />And this word in Hakka, though it means salty, it can ALSO mean 'lusty'.<br /><br />As in, '<span style="font-style: italic;">Haam sap</span>'. :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br /><br />Don't go yet.<br /><br />Here's the other part of this salt-laden story.<br /><br />In local Chinese culture, I've also learnt that as gift-giving goes, you DO NOT give salt to a Chinese.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Cuz it would mean, you're calling the gift-receiver a stingy, penny-fisted, tight-fisted miser.<br /><br />Yep.<br /><br />Because, if I give you some salt, I'm basically saying, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Dude, don't be a bitch. Spend a little and put some flavour into your food, man...</span>"<br /><br /><br />Sigh.... beer and salt... (Shakes head)<br /><br />What a night.<br /><br />Oh, one other thing...<br /><br />Contrary to what I said in my <a href="http://lkys.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-days.html">second last entry</a>, I didn't get drunk after all.<br /><br />Ciao, babes.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149477164150193362006-06-05T11:05:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.599+08:00OopdaitWelcome to Taman Park Garden ladies and gentlemen. We'll take a short tour now.<br /><br />We're-walking-we're-walking-we're-walking...<br /><br />And... We're-stopping.<br /><br />Now, people, if you'll direct your attention to the sidebar, you can see a brand new <a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/">chatterbox</a>.<br /><br />That's the end of the tour, ladies and gents.<br /><br />You may clap at your leisure now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/snort.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/snort.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149472771309369852006-06-05T09:24:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.516+08:007 DaysGood morning people!<br /><br />It's currently Monday, 5th June 2006 and I've got 7 Days.<br /><br />7 days, dudes and dudettes... 7 days are all I have to wrap things here at my current workplace. Gawd, it looks like I'm gonna need to hit this button just to stay sane when the dust clears.<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/panic-button.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/panic-button.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I've got two major projects to get done before my last day on the 12th. Maybe I shouldn't have taken that two-day leave before reporting at the new place on the 15th. Ah well...<br /><br />Aside from that, I wanna talk about a certainty I have right now. Do you know those times when you are supremely sure about an event that's gonna happen? Any detractors and naysayers out there might say "Why be so sure? You never know what's gonna happen... blahblahblah".<br /><br />I know that...............<br /><br />But lemme tell ya, this time, it's more than a gut-feeling. This time, it's more like I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">prescient</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I have seen the visions, my brethen</span></span> - that kinda thing, ya know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm gonna get drunk tonight.<br /><br />Yep, that's right.<br /><br />And you read it here first.<br /><br />I'm gonna be so stoned drunk that Woodstock's going to look like a children's tea party. A make-believe one.<br /><br />I'm gonna be so damn intoxicated that you'll need a hybrid of <a href="http://www.shaolintiger.com/2006/05/19/sabahan-tapai-its-good-stuff-and-its-not-tuak/"><span style="font-style: italic;">tapai</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">talak</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">montoku </span>and </a><a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.shaolintiger.com/2006/05/19/sabahan-tapai-its-good-stuff-and-its-not-tuak/">bahar</a> </span></a>to sober me up afterwards.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Cuz, it's my <a href="http://lkys.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-ransom.html">friend's</a> birthday and that's all the darned excuse I need to drink.<br /><br />Here's to a Happy 61st to my buddy!<br /><br />Cheers.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149241382361002052006-06-02T17:32:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.437+08:00Welcome Iffah!<div style="text-align: center;">My colleague <span style="font-style: italic;">F</span> just became a father!<br /><br />And Baby Iffah and her papa share the same birthday (26th May 2006)! hehehe<br /><br />It was a lucky thing that Iffah wasn't born on the projected date of 06.06.06<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/iffah.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/iffah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/iffah%202.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/iffah%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/iffah%203.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/iffah%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149231709531619622006-06-02T14:55:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.361+08:00Check These Out<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"Any man who goes to the psychiatrist ought to have his head examined."<br /><br />"I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they are dead."</span><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Goldwyn">Samuel Goldwyn</a>, motion picture producer, 1879 - 1974.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9640479.post-1149215055502811032006-06-02T10:17:00.000+08:002006-11-16T11:52:39.254+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/1600/Lighters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/786/711/320/Lighters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Usually I only have a pack of chigs and no lighter.<br /><br />Somedays I only have one lighter and no chigs.<br /><br />Then I find I have only a lighter but no fuel.<br /><br />Today, my left pocket decides to reward me with THREE lighters <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> a pendrive.<br /><br />But no chigs.<br /><br />Oh, this is too much joy for one man to take.<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1