Thursday, March 29, 2012

Out and about ... in Mukah...

Hey ya bunch of lovelies and laddies! Don't you just love the sound of big waves hitting forcefully against rock and concretes and feeling the breeze blowing humid air into your bare face? I love my life...

Yours truly had just rented a network cable for RM5 from the reception counter downstairs, and now I'm blogging via a ridiculously fast and free broadband connection from the comfort of my huge kingsized super-deluxe seaview room with open balcony at Kingwood Resort Mukah. I figured a lot of people here at this moment (and they're not many at a time and mostly here for functions) do not want to fork out a meager RM5 to get connected (they normally argue they should instead get complimentary internet facility for being paying guests, which I do sometimes too) and so the traffic is very very clear, and they're MINE! ALL MINE!

Shhh... don't tell anyone, but I just downloaded a whole movie in less than 45 minutes! I'm such a douche bag. Ha ha ha.

Nearer to the foyer ...

Anyway, hey! My room is just splendid. Well actually, there are better looking or lovelier rooms than this and I've been in one, but I supposed it's probably because I love the seaside and the really strong breeze so much that it just kind of made up for the things they don't put in my room, like a missing mini-fridge or a hot tub or a loofah or a bathing robe. But... what's not to love? We're here to work, not holidaying. While you're at it, embrace what you can along the way. Wheeeee.

The overall view of the room ... it's actually bigger than it looks...

Oh by the way, don't believe everything you hear about this place. And  me and my two guys are staying here because the one in town is fully booked and this is the closest to luxury we can get as of now, even though it's 15 minutes from town. Wohoo!

The awesome view from my room...

Last I was in Mukah was August last year during the Kembara Merdeka. It's a medium-size Division in the State and probably one of our exotic places to visit in Sarawak. The majority of the population is Melanau and the rest are Malays, Ibans, Chinese, and some other minor groups. The people are really friendly too, and the food is awesome. I haven't had any opportunity to try the umai yet this time around.

Second last I was there was in 2009 when the road to Mukah via Sibu was simply awful where what takes 1 hour 45 minutes now then took 3 hours minimum with the muddy and gravelly and hole-filled tracks. Thanks to err... elections and the currently developing Tanjung Manis and the Halal Hub nearby, this place is now kira dekat la wei.

I'm not really doing a good job promoting this place am I? Haha... Never mind. Some tourist guide I am. But I will return with pictures of food! Wohooo!!

To be continued....

Friday, March 23, 2012

Hart of Dixie ...


I've been quite free since January, to be honest. Actually I've been quite free since months before that, but was only really free in the real sense of the word since the year began. I've been so free I don't quite know what to do with myself in my free time. Mostly in the evenings, that is, when the day concludes and me being the elusive loner, well... solitude is always welcome, although not always needed. Not an anti-social, just not that social. My spiritual life is improving a lot these days. I found myself talking to God every moment I feel I need someone to talk to.


I've been so free I have downloaded a whole Season 1 of a new drama series called the Hart of Dixie. Set in a Southern background with all its Southern charms and various country soundtracks (wohooo!), it's a lovely little story about a young lady doctor aka surgeon who moved all the way from New York City to a small town named Bluebell. You can read about the little synopsis here.

What I love about the series is the heroin, Dr Zoe Hart, played by Rachel Bilson. She's a feisty and stubborn little thing, strong headed, a little modern for the southern folks who seemed stuck in their little cowboyish era.When the whole town is set on hating her (hey I thought small town folks are usually so hospitable and friendly, but maybe not to Zoe), she up and faced them all in her quirky, assertive and I-hate-you-back little self. The belle of the ball, Ms Lemon Breeland, her antagonist, is her biggest enemy. I dont know why she hates the doctor so much when she would benefit so much more if they were friends. That's ok Zoe, I don't trust anybody named after a fruit either.

And there are the eye candies in the story... a good looking bad boy next door, a handsome attorney aka golden boy aka Lemon's fiance, the gorgeous soft spoken vet, and the young mayor of the town.

Stitching up Wade Kinsella
Legal advice from George Tucker
Street-smart 101 from the mayor Lavon Hayes

They're all a colourful bunch, not at all your typical teen aka gossip girl drama. I just love Rachel Bilson in this setup, she's such a small thing and how she walked in that 6inch heels in the clinic and while doing house calls, is beyond me. Remember her in 'Jumper'?

But sigh... Season 1 is up to 22 Episodes in all. I'm only down to 16 and I've watched them all! 17 will only premiered on 9th April in the US, which means I can start downloading them after the 10th. Which means... I need to download other new movies ... which means, I STILL HAVE A LOT OF FREE TIME!

Geography sucks.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Somebody lied ...


Yeah, this is me. Lord, it's been a long, long time. I know this ain't no social call, so go ahead get it off your mind. You heard what? Well it ain't true. I was here most all last night. I got over you the day you left. Could it be somebody lied?

They said what? That I was crying? I haven't shed a tear in years. That I spoke your name, well, that's insane. I hardly noticed you're not here. That I showed your picture to some stranger? Don't you think I've got no pride? They've been here at home face down on the shelf. Lord, I bet somebody lied.

But if they were true, what would it matter to you? Would it change the way you feel? If the rumors were right, would you be here tonight to help this old heart heal?

Well don't worry, it wasn't me. Just someone whose world was torn in two. Someone who looks a lot like me, and loves someone like you. So forget the tears, I never cried. Lord, I'll bet somebody lied.

p/s: Ask Ricky Van Shelton, they're his words. But don't think too much into this.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wake up and smell the urine!


When your pee starts to smell like coffee, it's time to stop for awhile and alternate with some other drinks. Well it doesn't really smell like coffee, but it does smell of something suspiciously like coffee. I don't drink coffee as much as I used to these days, but lately I began to notice the smell is back! Yes that somewhat strong coffee aroma is present there somewhere, especially when I consumed 3-in-1s as opposed to black ground coffee. Always leave me baffled. It's like my whole system runs on caffeine and my blood is contaminated. Strangely if I drink tea or coke or Milo, they don't alter my urine smell quite as obvious. Is there perhaps a medical explanation to this?

No, I will not quit coffee just cause my urine smells like one. Don't be ridiculous.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Scar spangled banner ...


When you have the tendency to scratch yourself bloody, it is better to keep the fingernails trimmed and short. Otherwise you'd have scars on your legs, your arms, your skull, your back, your tummy, your bum. But if you already had them through partly your fault in the course of time, then embrace them. They're like tattoos, except the tool is your own hand and the ink is your own blood. And they're too priceless they're free.

Pics courtesy of

Like parts of mine in the hidden places.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Besties ...

This is a mixed feeling post. But altogether not a sad one.

The fellowship of the three-ring is about to be broken with the upcoming nuptial of one person in the group. Broken, but only to give room to grow up. And grow separately without growing apart.

And I quote: When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

To my two besties, I will miss the dramas, the conflicts, the shoulders to cry on, the shared gossips, the whack in the head, the muffled loud giggles in the cinema, and the craziness we created.

All the best to the one who will start the journey with a new bestie. And to the other two who might've each found their own. Raise your glasses pals, let's celebrate life! *chink!*

Pics courtesy of Friendship Wallpaper

The final fellowship...

P/s: If either of you need a coffee buddy, just buzz me. I'm a sip away, unless I'm in another State or Country. Xoxo.

Monday, March 12, 2012

So you thought you knew everything ...

About Everything? Because Coffee Girl, who is currently a little free today, is about to set some records straight on some old-standing claims. Today I am just the second voice of Factotum De-bunker.

1. The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as a substitute for blood plasma. 
Well yes, coconut water, the juice, not the coconut milk. But only in EMERGENCY cases ok. Remember Jackie Chan doing the emergency drip in the movie "Who Am I?" Yeah, if my memory serves me right. Unless you're stuck there bleeding in the middle of the oasis, then don't try this at home.

2. No piece of paper can be folded in half more than seven (7) times.

Hello, this record has been broken by a Miss Britney Gallivan in January 2002, while still in Junior High. Get your facts right. She eliminated the paper-folding problem using a bit or Math technique and managed to half-fold a piece of paper into twelve (12) folds. And now she's selling books and probably making millions from her little adventure. Her accomplishment was even mentioned in the drama series Numb3rs in April 2005. You go girl!

3. Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes or shark attacks. 
Well, this claim was cited in the London Times back in the 1987. While data on plane-crashes and shark attacks are readily available, no such donkey-induced deaths has been monitored. In other words, a little unlikely to happen. Poor donkey-lovers are a little mad over this speculation. But hang on, I believe it was mentioned that this claim is to counter those groups having fear of flying or death caused by flying. A little true... but if you're afraid of flying then think of how more dignified it is to die in an aviation accident than to be ass-kicked to death. So watch your Ass!

4. You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.
 This is at least half true, which entirely depends on the individual. BUT, that does not mean you should head for the bed every time you are free or when you should be working out. It just means you need to get more sleep during the rest period to give your body time to rejuvenate and recharge itself. Getting fewer than four hours of sleep over an extended period of time slows the metabolism. Experts recommend aiming for between seven and nine hours of sleep.

5. Oak tree do not produce acorns until they are fifty (50) years of age, or older. 
I don't really care about this one, but in the interest of Science, although the majority of them start producing acorns after reaching 50 years or older, some oak trees have been researched to start producing acorns after 20 years, and some once a decade. But then that all depends on various geographical factors. Interesting. We don't have oak trees in Malaysia yet and some people are disseminating this borrowed claim. I doubt they would even thrive in the tropics, let alone up to 50 years!

6. The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's Gum. 
This is a case of being at the right place at the right time, and the issue is more on logistics than historical. Because according to American Railroad History, the first product to use bar codes are railroad cars in the late 1950s, but it wasn't as successful and the idea was abandoned in 1975, until some local food chain authorities picked up the idea again and implement it on supermarkets. And as history goes, in June of 1974, the first scanner was installed at a Marsh's supermarket in Troy, Ohio and the first product they picked and scanned from the shelf and tested on was a packet of Wrigley's Gum, among other things. So if it had been a can of Campbell's Soup or a pack of Marlboro, they too would have been mentioned in history.

(Oh... I love doing this! Googling and comparing answers and proving some people wrong... ha ha)

7. Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.
I am not arguing this fact at all. Here people, a little outer space knowledge for you, if you don't already know your Solar system: All the planets of the Solar System orbit in a counter-clockwise direction as viewed from above the Sun's north pole, but Venus rotates clockwise (which is called "retrograde" rotation) once every 243 Earth days. Strange that Venus is closely associated with women. So hey yeah, we're going in the RIGHT direction ladies. Wohoo!

8. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient in waking you up in the morning. 
On the account of me being a coffee lover, I would have to say that this is half false. But to give a bit of merit to the researchers who painstakingly went out of their way to make this claim, I can just say that this all depends on the individual. Apples may contain glucose that keeps you on sugar-rush borderline, but coffee is a stimulant that quickly crosses over from hyper point to a state of madness. No contest.

9. The first owner of the Marlboro company died of lung cancer. So did the first Marlboro Man. And three other Marlboro Men. 
Well, this just proves that no matter how macho you look when you smoke, there's nothing macho about dying of lung cancer. The owner of Marlboro, Phillip Morris, died of lung cancer although how much of that can be attributed to smoking is currently not mentioned anywhere, probably due to lawsuits the mega-international company might hold against you for saying stuffs like that. Darrel Winfield, that good looking macho man up there, the first 'Marlboro Man' (remember him in the black-and-white tv ad?), died of lung cancer, and three other Marlboro models Wayne McLaren, David McLean and Dick Hammer, followed in his wake. What a waste of good looking men.

10. Pearls melt in vinegar.
Maybe the right word is actually 'dissolve'. Well, if you don't want your pearls anymore, pick one from the strand and try this, just for the sake of being a sport. Pearls are mostly made up of calcium carbonate, painstakingly formed inside the shell of a long-suffering oyster. Vinegar is acidic and so basic chemistry teaches us that a carbonate will react to acid when in contact with one. Put a pearl inside a goblet of vinegar, it would fizz, slow-pop a little, giving off carbon dioxide, and leave behind a slightly bubbly concoction of calcium ethanoate, which does not smell all that bad and was believed to be an aphrodisiac in the first century. Fancy that for a Friday rendezvous.

Resource: Wiki, Google, Yahoo, Jeff Lewis's Factoid Debunked

P/s: There you have it, my version. HAPPY MONDAY YOU ALL!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The quiet strength ...

Frailty, thy name is woman.

When I'm angry, I'm quiet.
When I'm sad, I'm quiet.
When I'm hurt, I'm quiet.
When I'm confused, I'm quiet.
When I'm depressed, I'm quiet.
When I'm indifferent, I'm quiet.
When I'm helpless, I'm quiet.
When I'm afraid, I'm quiet.
When I'm lonely, I'm quiet.

No, it isn't always healthy to be quiet. All the same, it doesn't always mean I'm keeping it bottled up inside. I get things done a lot more and a lot faster when I keep my mouth shut and my brain brewing. After all, what's the point in yelling your heart out when it will only make things worst? Uncorking at the wrong time at the wrong place to the wrong party is not going to help matters. Crying helps a little, but is not the final answer.

We are always known as the weaker sex, and truly I supposed we are. But I, woman, know how best to deal with me. Not all the time, not immediately, but in time. Things aren't always written in stone. The quiet desperation and quiet despair can always be countered by a quiet understanding and quiet wisdom. Through sheer patience and a lot of faith, there lies the Quiet Strength.

It is the one thing that a woman have, the one thing that a man can never understand. If at all.

Remember and cherish what you are and what you have, my lovelies. Here's to us.


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Night time drive ...

What do you do when you need to get away from it all?

Sometimes when nothing else works, burning fuel on a night time lone ride does the trick. Like cool-aid. Driving around with no destination, racing where there's a speed limit, winding down the front windows to feel the breeze coming in, and tuning up the radio full blast. Cruising along the stopgap highway with the rest of the miserable nocturnal creatures. Looking for redemption, or a temporary relief from a certain ache. The further the distance, the longer the return. Sometimes just far enough for the tears to stop.

Sometimes it was a form of self-punishment: driving nowhere just to see how fast I could make the gas sign blink on a road I consciously know the next gas station is not near enough; or navigate recklesly to see how far the hands of God will keep me from crashing. Like playing with fire. Sometimes it was a form of punishment for the person who caused it: the thought of him worrying sick and angry at me for putting myself at risk, is like a balm to a miserable soul. Like knowing at least someone cared.

I know. I'm a little sick psycho sometimes. Especially when I'm hurt.
night rider in her faithful jazz

Or, maybe I should write that in PAST TENSE, all of them, because lately I find myself hardly doing that anymore. I got delightfully distracted enough to find my way home safe and sound day by day, without detouring.

Oh I doubt that would stop altogether, after all, habits die hard. There's still the urge.

Now I just do it for different reasons: to floor the restlessness or indecision caused by a few important matters that need settling. And I hope there will come a time when I don't have to take the night time ride to nowhere alone anymore.

Will this peace settle at last? God help me.

p/s: Oh great. Why am I feeling mellow all of a sudden?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

One day at a time ...


I made it. 

One month ago today I pulled the plug. Said my last goodbye. 

And started a new life. One beautiful day at a time.

Farewell memory. It was life-altering. Thank you.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.