Of Liberation, Industrial Training and Kuching...

One might ponder at what the titled meant above. To me it’s just a way to divide points where I can write on what I feel like on the matter above. So let us start with the first word, liberation. Liberation according to the Microsoft Words dictionary are release, emancipation and the more sorts I do not care to type more. So I have been reading some Sarawak Sabah liberation whatever thingy blog in the webs. I am really passionate about this thing in like 2010 and early 2011 but then my passion seemed to be slowing down very dramatically. Early this morning somehow that little interest of mine got kicked up again. I got to read this fourknights blog where all the things that need to propagate Sarawak Sabah cession from Malaya is available there. But then, there were some issues also not for the faint of heart. So liberation is about the dreams and hopes cession of Sarawak Sabah from Malaysia.

But one thing lingers me for the longest time is, if Sarawak Sabah really do cede from the Federation of Malaysia, will the people be able to stand together as one in the new nation? What will happen from now on after the cession? Do we have enough resource to bring ourselves afloat in the absence of Malaya? Resource here in terms like the military, brain power and all that. In terms of military power, I doubt there is enough men from Sarawak to cover the whole of Sarawak even if the force is combined with officers stationed in Malaya. But hey, if there is will, there is a way right. On black and white, the actual physical cession would be impossible due to the restriction imposed in the 18/20 agreement that was agreed during the formation of the federation of Malaysia. I could not remember which of the point in order but I do remember the first and second point of the agreement. I certainly liked the idea of Sarawak Sabah cession from the Federation of Malaysia but in order to do that, I think the mentalities of the people here have to move like 100 steps forward then this little dream of cession can come true. And because of that, I have this senseless patriotism. I want to serve the land that I hailed on. I could never see myself serving in some other land while my land is not in a good shape. Whatever it is, I have set in this little mind of mine that I want to serve Sarawak and that is that. No questions asked. I even told this to my girlfriend. Like seriously.

 

Saying that I would only like to serve in the land that I hailed in, I see myself as someone who has this security issue. I am afraid of trying something out of the home land. But like I said, I have this senseless patriotism in me in regards to the land of Sarawak. I do not know why but I am looking forward to seeing a better Sarawak while I am in it. So yeah. Call me no vision man but here is where I am staying. I could consider living out of the homeland for a couple of years but I will surely come back and serve here. Lady Sarawak.

 

So next is the industrial training word on the title. The picture above has nothing to do with me at all. Some random ones I found on Google. So, 'industrial training' is not a word to be exact. It is more of a phrase, so I am currently doing my industrial training here in Pustaka Negeri Sarawak in Kuching. It has been a good one month plus now that I am here and I haven’t felt the good side of this training as from now. I am attached to the Public Relation and Marketing division so that automatically made me the PR guy of all things to come though it is not like that at all. I am the boring intern guy that sits all day, on Facebook and Twitter and all other stuffs from this not very legit wireless fidelity line that I am using right now. Hurh.

The place I am living right now located very far from where I am doing my training. I gave it roughly 35 kilometers. So that makes me driving about 70 kilometers daily. Really sucked when you live in Kuching. A quick 30 minutes plus commute can turn into one hours plus drive due to bad traffic jams that is really rampant on the streets of Kuching. So, that sucked a bit. I am rushing to get this industrial training done because I am almost in the state of not standing to it anymore. Oh well. Life goes on.

The last word is Kuching and like what I have said above, I am here living the so called life in Kuching. Well, not really living the life any way but life it is. Met lots of BMXers and I can say that I have this homies where I can ride my little bike with. I know most of the major motorways in Kuching and I suppose that is a good thing, because I use the roads daily in my way to and fro work.  Even my Kancil has become a fuel sipping little monster as she is. So I guess I am done here. A bit of update after a very long absence.

Ps- My girl and I have been together for a year now. So… Diana Bulan James got little shout out from your boy Adi Zechariah Along. Love you!

Goddamn rantings…

I am down with fever during the writing of this. Fever or worse, I don’t know. All I know is that I am feeling fucked up and shit. My head is not feeling right, my jaw is painful, breathlessness comes and go and all that. Plus, I got this fever like or flu like symptoms and shit. What the hell. My nose is runny and I ain’t feeling good about this.

This Saturday I got to go for this church meeting and I am very reluctant to go. Very very reluctant. I have grown bored of this being the nice guy that went to church for religious duties and all that. I want to be free. CUTES UPSI? Goddamn. One year is enough for me be of service to you. I think I am hanging my metaphorical boots in that organization. There are people better than me and I know that. Plus I got the feeling of being left out in that kind of thing. You see, people can mix together well if they got the same level of thinking. And I am clearly not in that same level thinking as them. I don’t know when, but I think I am quitting that shit. One year is enough for me of service to you guys. I cannot be hypocritical to my goddamn self.

And this semester is a bit light I think. Assignments given are not that heavy though the questions are heavy. Literature, short stories and poems, and we also will be organizing this English language camp sometime in February. I am not sure but February is the most accurate I can be. I am the master of ceremony and that is so freaky. I am not that good talking in the front though I can talk non-stop when I start talking. Now what the fuck is that suppose to mean?

I see that some of you are already making yourself blogs and shit. Good. I can have lots and lots of things I can read online. But these newly conceived blogs are annoying. Not all, some. With all the bullshit songs and whatever, I get annoyed. I mute my speakers when reading stuff like that. Whatever

And this is the result of me having fever and shit. I am not turning to the #supremeone to heal this ailment of mine. Time will heal me. Laughs there. I am not the person turning to medications also when having this sort of stuff. I believe that enough rest can make one feel better. Goddamn it.

So, this meeting this Saturday will be the last that I am going to involve myself in that kind of shit. And this semester is kind of light and newly conceived blogs are springing. That’s it.

2012...

Wow, it's 2012 and this will be my very first post for this year. I apologize for not updating this goddamn blog for quite a while now. I promise this year this year will be the same like the last where I write alot. And hopefully not slowing down. Like the last year.

A lot have been going on since I am on my hiatus from writing. The love and I have been together for 7 months now. Thank #supremeone for that. I really am. I am attached to her now. Very attached. #problem ex?

Why now, I actually got this goddamn quizzes tomorrow and I am here, writing this shitty post. Just wanting to spend some time in this once beloved blog.

Goddamn it. I shall see you whenever I see you.

Peace!

Whatever...

It has been a long time since I have updated this little fucked up blog of mine. Why? The main reason would be lazy. Some other cliché reason would be is I run out of idea
or I am facing this writer’s block or whatever. So yeah.

Many things have been going on in the time that this blog have been left. I got myself a new BMX, Mongoose Capture or to imitate Ben Hennon’s bike, I shall call it Lady Luck. And then I got this Beats earphone which is super awesome. What else? Oh yeah, I am in my fourth semester studying in this goddamn UPSI. I know right. It has been six months since the love and I have met. And there lots and lots of things that happened during the times left behind. And my nephew, Declan Dan is now one year old. Of course, he was born last year man.

During the times I am writing this post, I just woke up and is listening to my cell’s music rather than my laptop, I got this bowl of last night’s noodle just right next to this laptop of mine. The room smelled of some people frying onions pr whatever shit there. The love is still at her kampong, deep in the hearts of Long Apu, the area where the Yellowman of DiGi does not dare to go. It seems that Long Apu is just too awesome for that fat dude. And I am saying that I am kinda lost without that little girl telling me what to do.

Yeah, to some maybe my encounter with the love now is just too soon ‘cause I just broke up with the ex. But things are going well it seems between me and the love. Maybe it was the fact that I got to know her since 2009? I am not sure though but one thing’s for sure; things are going well between her and me.
But one thing that sucked in long term relationship between two people is that people will know that the both of you are in a relationship. A lot of people will know. I don’t like that though I liked it during the times I am with the ex. but it seems it kinda sucked now. People keep asking shit and this that and that shit annoys me to the bone. But what can I say? People ask and I answer. The truth.

Whatever. I am writing out this still high from the wonderful sleep I had just 20 minutes ago. I woke up and turned on this laptop. How awesome is that. Luckily I did not own a Nokia E7. If I do, the moment I woke up, slide the out the keys and would immediately typing out stuffs. Like this crap right now. So yeah, my dream phone is that Nokia E7 and the only phone that goes close to that is Nokia C6-00. Lame, I know but fuck you. I am a Nokia fanboy okay. Do dig that Android shit but I think Android is way too overrated. I dig Symbian. And currently Nokia is releasing its Windows OS phones. That is awesome. If one of the phones has this slide out keys, I am more than ready to starve myself for the phones.

Arghh. This is pure crap I am writing.

To you...

Come and steal my heart,
In your heart, please do hide me away,
I’m all alone, I’m afraid, I may be lost.
I’m afraid; I may drift away from you,
So come closer and lock me in an embrace.

Let your heart beat; spread out your tresses,
Let your veil unfurl.
Your locks, you will spread,
May it not cause darkness,

Let there be a downpour; I have things to say to you,
That I am crazy for you; I’d die for you,
That’s what everybody says; but I will really do it.

With a pinch of vermillion; I am going to make you my bride,
Who knows what the future holds; let’s all do it now,
Whether someone approves or not; our heart is what matters most

Come steal me from myself,
And hide me somewhere in your heart,
May I not lose my way,
May I not drift away from you,
Come closer and embrace me.

p/s-I love you.

UPSI and whatever…

Seems that UPSI is getting way outta hand. I just checked the student’s portal and I found out the latest news and quite interesting too.



This shit is like wow right? I immediately downloaded the PDF version of the AUKU shit. And I my eyes prowl for this Kaedah 48 shit. And what did I found?

Hukuman tatatertib
48. Seseorang pelajar yang melakukan kesalahan tatatertib di bawah Kaedah-Kaedah ini didapati bersalah atas kesalahan itu boleh dikenakan mana-mana satu atau mana-mana gabungan dua atau lebih hukuman yang sesuai berikut:-
a) amaran
b) denda tidak melebihi dua ratus ringgit
c) dilarang daripada mana-mana bahagian atau nahagian tertentu Universiti bagi tempoh yang ditetapkan;
d) digantung daripada menjadi seorang pelajar Universiti bagi tempoh yang ditetapkan;
e)dipecat daripada Universiti.
(Akta Universiti dan Kolej Universiti 1971, Tatatertib Pelajar-Pelajar)

I was like, wow. I saw and read nothing on clothing. What is this UPSI? Some kind of oppressive movement? Since when is wearing clothes to one’s liking be an offence here? This shit is ridiculous. I don’t know that wearing clothes not to the guard’s or whoever there is preferences are an offence. Fuck it.

OKUS...

I dedicate this post to my man @JoseSuen. Yeah. Like what I said in my previous posts, I am not that good at dedications but I think this post is more like sharing of what I have gone through before.

So @JoseSuen, you broke your leg. And I can feel the pain the first few minutes after the adrenaline rush had gone. It’s not that I can feel, it is more like I remembered how painful the pain was like after the first few minutes past. So you got into hospital and got hospitalized for a broken leg. Moreover, your bones had broken into two. I had that before. But that was at my left arm and I was like 10 years old. And I did not get hospitalized despite that I have two broken bones in my left arm. Whatever, I feel you man. This is like your first time you got your body parts broken and shit. I feel you though.

I still remembered the first time I broke my arm. I was like helpless and I was making shit out of everything. Even the simplest of things were hard for me. Like changing the channel for instance, I was like hollering to my siblings so that they change channels and shit. And my right arm was alright and functioning. But the time for dependency did not last long. I was really tested when I went to school and met all my friends. With my arm sling hanging from my neck, there was a time that I wanted to quit school because of my arm. The pain was excruciating and a day at school was like a day trip to hell. People were staring and asking and shit. But I got through it. Breaking an arm was like the end of the world for some. Moreover if one were to break a leg. The lack of one functioning body part was unbearable.

But I determined @JoseSuen. I determined that I would not let my broken arm to be in the way of my life. I determined that my broken arm would make me stronger than before. And I determined that I would fasten the length of time this broken arm would heal. I play. I go out. I eat with my heart’s content. That’s what I did @JoseSuen. The very first thing that I’ve done was making an instant noodle by properly cooking on the stove and stop making one with the water heater. That was my first step to independence. I know you can cook your noodles on the stove but you’re not confident. I know that. That expression on your face said it all. You know what I would do? I’d get that white stool (kerusi putih) that’s always been used by you to eat, and before cooking the noodle, I would put that white stool near the stove where it would easy for me to sit and monitor the noodle. With that stool nearby, you can stand and sit while waiting for the noodle to be done. Once it’s done, you can use your other leg to stand and pour the noodle onto the bowl from the kuali or whatever there are. For your first few times, I would be gladly to help you out. After that I know you can stand on your own. And from there too, you can progress from noodles to whatever you
want.

And for your leg, you should do something to fasten the healing time. Taking milk is a good start. I think I took milk before this too. Then you should do some light exercises just to get that leg to work again. What I did before was holding spoons and chopsticks. For you, I think you should stand lightly one foot and that’s about it. Do for a few minutes and you’re done. I can only think of that as a light exercise for you. Yeah, I know it’s gonna be painful and shit. The first few times are always painful. That pain would then deter you from doing more. Don’t stop at all even though the pain is unbearable. Just bear it for a while. Think of it as a small
step for better times ahead. No pain no gain, no guts no glory right?

I am writing this to you because I share the pain as you did. Having a broken body part is not an easy thing to go through. But we have to go through it because we’re chosen to have this kind of injury. We are the lucky ones to have all this injury. Imagine what story we can share with our sons later? We already have the wisdom of having broken body parts and we can share that with our sons so that they would be more careful and shit. We are the lucky ones @JoseSuen. Believe me. We are real man for having this kind of injury. I broke my bones twice. So I am manlier than you. Haha.

People that have not broken anything can say whatever they want because they have not gone through what we have gone through. They can make fun of us, laugh at us, shit at us but we know better. They can say this and that but do they know what it really felt like? No. Since they can only talk and not actually really felt what we felt, it is better to just laugh with them and not get offended. We know how karma can be a
bitch right?

I might be younger than you but take this piece of advice from me as a brother to you. I have gone through this pain twice and I know what I am talking about. So yeah. That’s it.