Another one Bytes the dust

"People never appreciates the things that they have until you take it away from them…

28th August- Morning shift in Jamu Bar from 8-4. No breakfast, no lunch. Setting up the beach side with weird bugs that flies around and digs holes in the sand and eat baby crabs. Knowing me, fear is memang a factor. Anything with wings,  crawls with more than 4 legs and looks like Spiderman on a bad hair day is a definate no-no. If there was a day Jon wore a skirt, this day would be it. Overcame the calamity. But the mentioned above was not the importance why my blog has to start with this day… This is the day I’m going HOME~!! Thank you Lord…

Didn’t take the one hour lunch break, got off work early at 3. Rushed back, packed bags, ran to the staff jetty, took the ferry to Pangkor, grab cab to the main jetty to Lumut, change bus ticket to 5pm, got on the bus… as I laid back counting the minutes, signboards, towns passed, KMs to go… making this the most elongated 4 hours ordeal ever…  Finally, Duta station. Bribed the cab with 15 ringgits to break the fucking speed limit and send me back ASAP. Reached OUG at 9.54pm… this is when the bliss begins…

Surprise my babe, she didn’t expect me to be back till Wednesday. The look upon her face, priceless^_^

Ate all I wanted…

Bought my camera and the lighter I’ve always wanted…

Mad barbeque sessions and parties I wanted…

Endless gaming sessions with the spastics, not what I wanted but will do…

And the wanted babe…

In which results a happy man…

… sadly the happiness is short-lived. 4 days over, I’m back here… and it’s another month till I’m back to relish myself. Guess I’ll go play with the monkeys like my friend suggested, till then…

… but if you don’t take the things away, we will never know…"

It’s not a dream, I’m really stuck in this island for God knows how long, knowing the fact it has only been my 11th day. Unbearable, losing grip, sick of it. Another 3 more days, I’ll be on a 3 days holiday in which you might have guessed, no way I’m gonna spend it here. This place really reminds me of the KFC advert in our National Zoo long time ago… I have come across huge monitor lizards skinny dipping in the sea, Peacocks running into the restaurant(probably looking for a table reserved under his name), another peacock pretending to be a statue, live lobsters on food display, bats, rats sigh… you name it. "let’s go to the zoo, kita mati disitu~" Like what my roommate Ameer will say, "this place is true mental torture", and yes… he is right.

Was suppose to buy my bus ticket back to KL today but didn’t manage to wake up. It rained again this morning as well as last night and it was a long one. So it’s truly understandable that I was enjoying my sleep. By the time I woke up, it was 2pm in the afternoon. Working at 4pm. Took my time to shower and got dressed and walk… yes walk, to work.

How should I describe my work here huh? I’m most probably a cyborg sent back in time to save the future of this establishment by being a… washing machine. I have been washing so many cups than I’ve taken shower. But yeah, enough of the complaining. I do enjoy certain parts of being a Barman, like the liquor of course. Making cocktails, mocktails, wine appreciation… it’s really not bad afterall. But it’s kinda weird for a 5star fine dining restaurant, which does not have a cup washer dispenser and proper job segregation which could be a problem. I am complaining again am I? Oh well…

Can’t think of anything significant to write, especially if you are stuck here in the middle of the night feeding and offering all-you-can-eat buffet to the mosquitos. I guess all the while, I’m just talking cock… Good night.

"It’s another day for you and me in Paradise…", a song by Phil Collins, played by trio band in the restaurant which I’m currently based in for training… and I tell you, I sense mockery. Hah! Irony at it’s best. Pangkor Laut Resort, a paradise on it’s own, a contradicting fact that it’s a paradox to a caboose rather than a so-called paradise. What the hell am I doing here? Something in which me myself still finds it very surreal, that I’m actually 400km away from my own home, 100km away from the nearest shopping mall in Teluk Intan and of course, the nearest den of civilization would require me to take a bloody boat to the mainland of Pangkor. So tell me… PARADISE?!?!

My 5th day in the Resort. My calve muscles are getting tough. Walking around the vicinity requires tons of stamina I tell you. You see, the staff dorm is smacked in the middle of the island. Walking to the place I am about to work in is at the other end of the island. To the jetty, the only known place where I could get a packet of my trusty Dunhill, is on the other end. I could only recall the worst walking experience I ever had in town was when I missed the last train back and I had to walk from Kepong to Taman Desa in Old Klang Road which took me bloody 5 hours! But this does not justify the enormous walking scale I have here on this forsaken place! Suddenly, I do miss my car, the traffic in KL (can’t believe I’m saying this!) very much.

In case you guys are thinking, NO… there are no decent babes on the island. Let us not focus on the guest and the foreigners kay, not like I have a chance. My woman would kill me:P And I suppose the only lookable decent girl in the island happens to be the Manager of the Spa Village and she’s married. Yeah, don’t need to think about it.

The next thing I’m going to grunt about this "paradise" is, where’s the FOOD?!?!? Cafeteria food sucks, so does every forsaken hotel in Malaysia. Come to think of it, putting your employee on the island with no proper food, no proper facility (yes, I forgot to mention, you have to wash your own clothes), no late night mamaks, no proper mode of transportation and… I’m getting depressed..! I might sound like a pampered and spoilt man living in town, sorry… I am. I don’t work my ass off for 8 years to get this kind of..of… working enviroment! Definately not something I expect from a poshly, lavishly, decorated, overpriced (the cheapest meal could easily cost you RM100)… Resort.

So tell me guys, you wanna work here? I really can’t understand how these people here manage to work for at 3-4 years man… and I only had to do 4 months. Christ! The only thing that I am thankful for is… Thank God for the internet.

… yes, I’m still alive. Honestly, I have this tendency of not keeping people up to date of the turn of events in my life, blimey. *sticks tongue out* It’s like I don’t even tell my girlfriend (or my mother for Christ’s sakes!) about these stuffs I’m permanently putting in our matrix. Consider yourself (whoever is reading this) lucky~ muahahaha.

The final quarter of the year was a major turbulence. Series after series of unfortunate events seemed to shroud over my pathethic life… erm, I’ll come back and re-edit this, got something urgent to do.

Here I am, with my 3rd installment due to huge popularity and demand~ hah!

It never hurts to motivate yourself…

My final night in the overnight shift. My final night isolating myself from manic hypocrisy and prejudice… Back to the real world. Somehow, I’m reluctant to go back on "living". Looking at the people around you; scares you isn’t it? How the people shadow their true intentions, speak through their masquerade acts and faces. I was not given an option and have to live with the circus troupe eh? Everyday, being reminded at work of the philosophy and believes that would help to serve our working ( most probably even living) purposes better. I believe it’s just a tool for people to manupilate and cause chaos to gullible people who’s not even aware that they are just sitting ducks waiting to be crushed!

Urgh, I’m sleepy… guess I’ll go back being "dead".

… the beginning of the very fallen man. (yes, I tend to be dramatic.)

My second post… and I’ve already lost for words to fill in the void of the cyber abyss. As I stare into the ‘puter blankly, I remembered the exact same scenario of which I was doing the same in my humble abode in Thailand, Bangkok. My first computer. That small little 14 inch monitor with bright green LED display, didn’t really cracks up to be what it is right now isn’t it. Didn’t made any used out of it, of course not. A kid 3 years of age with the right mind would not find that gadget amusing unless deemed prodigy. Instead I succumb to my mentality and engrossed myself with bug-eyed superheroes and kickass robots. *urgh*

As I recollect my past and reminisce over the early chapters in my life, I recalled on how fate played a game on mine. Being born a son of a Malaysian mother and a Singaporean father. I couldn’t be given a Thai Citizenship as none of my parent are. To top it all, my mother did not register me into the Malaysian Embassy straight after I was born, so… the dispute begins. Who am I?

As I were to remain here in Thailand until I get the clearance on the issue, I lived a life having 7 years of seabreeze and sandy beaches, seafood and sea market, Disneyland and Safari Land, sleepwalking and kickboxing. I was born in a place where I don’t legally belong. A misfit in both worlds or countries for that matter. A beautiful place where it’s rightfully my birthplace where I couldn’t call my own… but how ironic it may sound, I’m grateful. Given the thought of this identity crisis, my life wasn’t bad at all.

I’ll post some snaps I have on my lagoon soon~ till then.

Blog. What kind of a word is that? Sounds like that something got stuck between your mouth and your esophagus. I assumed some person who came up with such a word really have some major issues in life. Why tell stories of your life to the whole world when we as human as we are, wouldn’t almost give a damn about it in the first place?

Supposedly this "person-who-blogs" wanted to be heard, in seek of attention or plainly just wanted leave a trace of his existence in this forsaken cyber place… supposedly the person is ME. *snicker*

I guess for people who cares whatever crap I’m putting down here anyway, a minor note: I believe I’m not obligated in telling you all the truth about everything nor does it mean I’m fabricating anything. Well hypocrisy is abound as it’s a part of our nature, or more even our bloody sin so… bite me…