Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Car Shipping

My new baby will reach Kota Kinabalu in 1 week time! Yayyy~

It's a Waja 1.6M, year 2005 with 65000 km of mileage. Standard specs with no modification. CD player included with two additional tweeters mounted on top left and right hand side.

I consider this my convocation present, which I need to pay for. My dad bought this car weeks ago for me, and I will service the loan to him!

To those that is being posted to East Malaysia, contact me if you need to ship your car over. I'll give you the shipper's details. No worries, coz I am not taking profit for myself. It's just that I don't feel appropriate for me to publicize the shipper's details here.

For a start..

RM2000 exact, to ship a car from Port Klang to Kota Kinabalu. You (1) drive the car to Port Klang, (2) bring the car registration card and (3) a photocopy of car owner's identification card (I/C). (4) Somebody will call you when the car reaches the destination port. They will enquire you for verification before handing the car keys to you. (5) Only 3 days is required to ship the car from Port Klang to Kota Kinabalu, plus additional 1 day for customs clearance and administration nitty gritty.

p/s : I'll be away to KL on the day the car reaches KK. Who's taking it for me??????

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I Like This

When everything is computerized, life's good!

I downloaded this MAS e-Timetable while waiting for my flight to Miri at 8.40 PM. Apparently the flight was delayed for 30 minutes. I was cursing like hell when all I want is just to reach Miri on time at 9.35 PM and call it a day.

Not anymore. Hahaha I sounded like an advertisement!

This is the welcome screen.
(From this picture I deduce that almost all pretty MAS cabin crews are Malays)

Set your origin and destination and press "Enter". Pooff all flight schedule comes out!

Check the details and make a booking!

p/s : At least this time around MAS is able to soothe my frustration by offering this e-Timetable!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Requiescat in pace : Teoh

“We have lost a bright young idealistic DAP member,” (LGE, 2009)

DAP has lost him, the community has lost a bright young member, the country has lost a young bright leader.

Requiescat in pace.

The whole country is behind you.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

EMO : 14/7/2009

It is puzzling how my luggage turns out this way at Kuala Terengganu Airport. Okay, I accept human error or machine error, causing damage to it.

But I can't accept lazy MAS officers that is not willing to take my report. Damn, it's their duty to serve the customers!

I am now left with 2 options; one is to get a new one under 5 years warranty from luggage manufacturer or two, to get a new luggage from MAS.

California Pak. It is a hassle to carry the luggage to KLCC on my next trip there. Waiting period is 2 weeks because the seller at Isetan need to bring the damaged luggage back to their supplier's office.

MAS. I doubt whether they will replace an exact luggage or just a cheap bloody China made luggage. However, it is convenient because I only need to drop this luggage at Lost & Found at KKIA.

So, how ar??

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sipadan Island

I've casted my vote!

And is given a postcard and a car sticker.

After preliminary round, Sipadan is now among the 11 wonder-islands. Though voting for preliminary round is over, you can cast your votes again in second round! The votings will continue till 2011.

For more info, please hit the link below.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

Uninvited Guest

Lately I have frequent guests. An uninvited one. I don't like my guest and I will kill them everytime. And roast them with fire!

Roach counter : [4]

Damn you roaches! Please extinct from this world! Or at least, stay away from my room!

Friday, July 10, 2009

B1N1 Is Scarier Than H1N1



Thank God I don't have both!

I don't know how to describe today. Friday 10th July. Today is full of challenges, full of accomplishment, full of emotions.

Starting from the morning.

I have to a chair a meeting with all the top guns. I must admit I need to get myself comfortable in the future.

Afternoon 2.30 PM.

I'm inside a meeting with the top guns again. With those with experience as old as myself. With top guns that can roll out millions in contract. The experience is enriching.

Afternoon 5.00 PM

I managed to secure my super-senior counterpart's commitment to expedite some work in SBO. When and where? While charging up niccotine inside smoking room Level 17 PETT 1.

Evening 7.15 PM at KLIA.

I got a 9.50 PM ticket in my hand. Because I don't want to reach Kota Kinabalu, I queue up for standy-by at Counter B17. As the thirteenth guy on the queue. Never mind, I know I am always lucky to get standy-by boarding passes.

Man, I'm the last one to get it! Yes, again for the 7th time. A 7.50 PM boarding pass in my hand. Weee~

Night 8.30 PM on board.

Damn, I was cursing myself for boarding this flight MH2628. Reasons?

#1 - Turbulence
#2 - I am the toilet-guard again at seat 26E
#3 - MAS serve chicken briyani again!

Night 10.30 PM at Immigration.

Nervousness overcame me. Yesterday, I had some problems with Immigration. And today I don't want the same situation to repeat.

Oh, but it turns out okay! I got the entry slip without any problems. Yeehaaaw~ (Anyway, I am still Malaysian although Sabah is an autonomous territory of the federation.)

Night 11.45 PM.

Home sweet home..Eventhough it has only been 2 months since settling down in Sabah, I would love to call this place home.

p/s : Leather shoe sent back to Isetan KLCC for repair/warranty. Hopefully I got a new one instead of repair! :P

Sunday, July 5, 2009

This Spoils My Lovely Sunday

The Star, Sunday July 5, 2009

‘Ray of hope’ that turned out to be a nightmare

Mr A, a volunteer from a non-governmental organisation who goes to the home every Sunday to clean and feed the residents, opened the locked door at the back of the block and we were stunned by what greeted us.

About 30 stark naked men were inside the room, either lying down or sitting on the wet marble floor. In one part of the room, we saw a pool of blood, still fresh and red, on the floor.

Half of the men were locked behind bars like animals in a zoo while the others were able to move about in the front portion of the room. Those in the “jail cells” were segregated so that they would not harm their non-violent roommates.

“Those who are accidentally placed inside the cells with the more aggressive residents would be beaten or abused,” the volunteer revealed.

Most of them looked no older than 50 but they were just skin and bones and some looked extremely frail. One resident was lying on his stomach on a wooden bench and had passed motion; we almost gagged at its stench.

Fans were installed inside the room for better ventilation but that was the only luxury the men had. There were no beds, no toilets and not even blankets to keep them warm on cold rainy nights.

Those who were not in the “jail cells” were given beds but without any mattresses or pillows. They were, however, chained to the bed frame with metal chains and a steel lock.

We were told by a volunteer that they were restricted to prevent them from hurting themselves. The volunteer also shared that the men were not given any clothing as they had used their shirts to strangle themselves or the other men in the past.

After a briefing by Mr A, we got down to work. We were put in charge of spreading mats and towels on the floor.

The volunteers were all given different tasks. A group of about six or seven men were in charge of bathing the locked-up residents, the women were in charge of preparing the food and feeding the residents while the rest (there were two children in the volunteer group) were in charge of cleaning up the place and washing their clothes.

The residents were hosed down with water and soap by volunteers dressed in construction boots and a water proof apron.

After that, the male volunteers carried the naked men to the front part of the building for us to towel dry them.

After sensing our discomfort, a female volunteer nearby said: “It’s okay, they’re just like babies, you know, they don’t know anything.”

We proceeded to wipe them dry one by one before we were told to feed them with the yong tau foo bought by one of the volunteers.

The food was mashed to bits and mixed with soup to minimise the need to chew and to make feeding an easier task. so that the residents only needed to swallow them.

As we fed them, some ate obediently while others were greedy and stuffed their hands inside the bowls to take out larger portions of the food.

Some volunteers reprimanded the greedy ones who crawled towards the table to help themselves to more food. We noticed that some of the mentally disabled residents liked to hit themselves repeatedly. When we tried to stop them, they would fight back or just hit their body against the floor.

Mid-way through feeding, some volunteers suddenly rushed over to a young resident whose head was bleeding profusely. We were told that the boy had slipped and fell.

The volunteers immediately dressed him up, put him on a wheelchair and sent him to a hospital nearby.

After mopping the floor, we took a break and noticed that the residents were taken back into their cells to be locked up again.

It was nearly 4pm when everything was done. The residents were all bathed, fed and the place was clean enough.

We asked the volunteers what would happen to the residents on weekdays when the group was not there to offer their help.

“The caretakers don’t do much. There are only two of them while there are 50 residents. If it’s time to feed them, they would just walk one round with a bowl and feed whoever wants to eat. Those who don’t are left alone,” answered a volunteer.

She divulged that another charitable organisation had brought food for the residents but it was thrown away. “When the group asked why they did such a thing, the caretakers said that the residents would create a bigger mess if there was more food because they would defecate more often,” she said.

After the voluntary group had left, we stayed back to check out the other blocks.

The women’s wing looked cleaner and did not smell as bad but a handful of the women were seen walking about in the nude.

The two caretakers stationed at the block were seen watching TV and chatting.

We noticed that the women’s clothes were laid out to dry on a dirty floor caked with fungus. We walked over to the children’s block which seemed to be the best kept part of the home. It was decorated and there were proper beds. But the children were curiously quiet.

A volunteer claimed that the children were fed with cough syrup so that they would be sleepy and docile.

It's your father, mother and kids..you animal! For what you have done, I hope you rot in hell!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Of Hyatt Regency Kinabalu & Leather Shoe


MAS pilots stay at Hyatt Regency Kinabalu.

They earn RM5800 plus handsome allowance per month. Totalling up to RM8000. They stay in 5-star hotels each time after touch-down at the destinations shown in their rosters.


Bye-bye mr shoe~ Damn you coz your service cost RM3/day

My so-called new shoe is now torn. It's only 1 month and 1 week old. I think I've stretched it to the limit due to excessive travelling and walking. Consider it a short service duration, but I am rather satisfied with the comfort it provided.

Gonna get a new one when I travel to KL next Monday!

p/s : SRE Paintball tomorrow morning. I team up with big boss and 2 lenglui~ YEEEEHAWW!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I am Not A Cheap-skate

Recently I have acquired a new hobby. Oh, maybe I can call this a habit. You know, life has just started here and it somehow induces some weirdness into my habits.

This is my new habit.

Collecting souveniers from the hotels.

I got them from Concorde and Traders KL. People's perception is that those who bring away the shampoo, conditioner, body lotions bla 10x before checking-out are cheap-skates.

I find these mini items good enough to decorate my empty cupboard deck.