Saturday, October 31

What Sets My Blog Apart

I've been seriously considering lately whether I should follow the blogger's cliche of blogging about every darn restaurant they've been to.
You know, the ones where they take insanely close-up pictures of the food to show how 'yummy' it looks & share their experiences with the world (be it good, bad or so-so).

I eat out quite often but I do not find a need to blog about every single shop or stall that I visit.
Mainly because I only blog about things that have touched or impacted me in some way.
I've written posts about a few priviledged establishments because they have something there that sets them apart from the others.

This doesn't mean that I wont write about food establishments.
I'm planning to blog about my favorite places for food in Kuching simply out of my overflowing love for them.
I want to expose my love affair with Kuching food to the whole wide world!
p/s: I've got really good taste (oh, I'm so vain) so be sure to check these places out when you're in town!

I write what I want to write.
But sometimes I am clueless as to what I should put in my next blog post...
And I'm tempted to imitate the recipe of the famous ones.

Nah, I dont think I should put in half-hearted pirated posts.
I'll only post something on my blog because I really want it to be there.
Either that or someone has paid me to do it... **hint** **hint**

I think that is what sets my blog apart. I blog for love. I blog for me.
I don't care to much about attracting more readers or being popular.
I don't go around leaving out-of-context comments on random blogs.
I don't want to be the next KennySia.

I want to be me.
This blog is an extension of my psyche on display for those who care.

I think I've attracted a group of readers with a similar disposition.
I've attracted people who actually care instead of those who are blindly following a trend.
And I am thankful for them.
They... No, YOU motivate me to be a better writer / blogger.
I will do my best to be sincere & truthful on my blog for you.

In this day & age, where information is at one's fingertips & almost every tom dick & kumar has a blog, it's time people started blogging with a difference.

Friday, October 23

So It's A Small Bonus

The Budget for 2010 was just announced today & a bonus of RM500 will be given to all mid-level civil servants from the rank of 41 to 52. (I hear that even retirees are getting it.)
Previously a bonus of RM500 was given to lower level civil servants to help with festivity costs.

Only a few hours after the announcement of the new budget, some of my fellow civil servants are already complaining that the bonus is too little.
True enough. Compared to the yesteryears, this new bonus is a midget dwarf.
This really got me thinking...

The first question I asked myself was:
Do civil servants deserve a bonus?
In the private sector, employees are given a bonus based on individual performance as well as the organisation's performance as a whole.
I personally think that I deserve a bonus because I waded through a whole load of sheet this year.
I gave my school 100 & 10 percent.
However, I dare not make the same assurances for my fellow servants.
How much have you done this year to deserve a better bonus?

The next question on my mind was:
Can our country afford to give away large sums of money in exchange for nothing?
Do civil servants realise that there is currently a global economic crisis going on?
Malaysia is NOT excluded.
Just take a look at the numbers from the National Statistics Department (Jabatan Perangkaan Malaysia).
The Malaysian budget has already been in a deficit for many many years...
but this year, we've got a super 7.6% deficit.
(A deficit is the excess of national expenditure over revenue. Our deficits were usually below 4%)
Civil servants already cost RM38 billion in salaries this year (& ever increasing each year!)
RM500 is already a lot of money to hand out to so many of us.

Does money fall from the sky or maybe they grow on trees?

Let me end with my last question:
What is a bonus?
A bonus is a gift.
Accept it with grace & carry on.
You'll still get your salary every month.
Plus you will never get fired even if you are a lazy worker!
Oh, the perks of being a servant of the people...
Sometimes you don't feel like a servant at all!

p/s: I'm a proactive patriotic idealistic citizen. I'm gonna take my RM500 & I'm gonna put it back into the economy by spending it on something for my Datin. =)

Saturday, October 17

Minah Gedik SMS Saya

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Malam Khamis yang lepas, ada seseorang hantar sms kepada nombor telefon bimbit saya.
Sepuluh minit kemudian, dia hantar satu lagi.
Alo0. . .

Pada masa itu saya dekat ulu sana mana ada line?
Saya terima lah dua sms tu pada petang Jumaat.
Masa tu saya baru keluar dari hutan nak berimam dan sembahyang la nih.

Saya pun hairan la. Siapa pula dia?
Takde dalam fonbook.
Macam nombor semenanjung aje...
Terfikirlah mungkin member saye kat sana kot.

Oleh tu, saye pun balas pula.
Yes? How can I help you?
Tapi tak da pun reply.
Saya pun lupakan aje la.
Tak kan la nak call. Bazir kredit aje.

Pastu, malam Jumaat pula sampailah sms die.
B0leh t0l0ng i tak?
Konfirm minah semenanjung la ini!
Siapa lagi yang guna gelaran glamer 'I' kan?
Mungkin juga kawan saye so saye play along aje lah.
Tolong buat apa?

Menyamar jd max,bf  aku??
Ape nih?
Masa tu saye sudah dapat konfirm.
Ni bukan kawan saye ni.
Saye pun tanye la dia...
Who are you?

Aku main dail2 je number kw,.. aku shar0n atau pngil cher0n jax.
Minah gedik gatal mane nih?
Saye tak de nafsu nak main benda macam ini la.
Kan saya suda ada ger-fren?
Sorry. Saya tak main benda benda macam ini.

Sekejap lagi die pun reply...
K s0ry m'gngu..k,bye

Ape lah minah ni?
Nak main gedik dengan saye ke ni?
Buat kacau saja lah!

Jelas die tidak baca apa yang saye pernah tulis dulu bertajuk "To Girls who Want to Make Friends with Men".
Kalau ade baca pandailah sikit approach saye.
Saye bukannye mat rempit kan?

Thursday, October 15

Happy Deepavali

Shout Out to Nesa, Guna, Diren, Guna 2, Vimal & everyone out there who celebrates the festival of lights!
Happy Deepavali!

According to Wikipedia, Deepavali or Divali has a spiritual meaning of "the awareness of the inner light".
Just as there are celebrations for the birthday of our physical being, Deepavali is the celebration of our inner light.
The light which outshines all darkness & awakens the individual to one's true nature.
Deepavali celebrates this through festive fireworks, lights, flowers, sharing of sweets, and worship.
There are varying stories behind Deepavali but the essence is the same: to rejoice in the inner light.

Enjoy the festivities with your friends & family!

Most significantly, enjoy the long weekend!!!

Oh, and do think of me fondly...
because I dont get a holiday tomorrow...

Friday, October 9

An Awkward Moment

After 12 days of teaching (I didn't have a weekend last weekend),
I'm now in Sibu for a long-awaited weekend of rest & relaxation...

Well, not quite.
I'm currently working on the school magazine (finishing touches) & will submit it to the printing press tomorrow morning at 8am together with my Big Boss aka. Mr Principal.

Earlier today, I spent the afternoon registering the Police Cadets of my school with the IPD so I had to take the last express to Sibu at 4pm.
There were no seats left & I had to sit on the roof of the boat.
No, not really.

I arrived in Sibu at 6pm.
I went straight to my budget hotel
(Yes, I'm a poor guy without a sugar momma.)
Immediately, I jumped into the shower for a long relaxing warm water wash.

After I was done, it struck me.
Sheet! No towel!
I opened the bathroom door, looked around & true enough.
(I don't bring towels with me. I don't mind using towels from 'reputable' budget hotels. I wont get STDs from towels la, okay~~)

Then, I realised that I had 2 options.
ONE: Go down to reception to get one.
TWO: I could sit there in the cold air-conditioned room & 'air dry'.
It was a no brainer.
I put on a pair of shorts & jumped out the door.

"Ada tuala tak?" I asked.
Lo & behold... There I was at reception.
Dripping wet from head to toe.
Naked except for a piece of cloth covering my 'shy' parts.
It was then that I realised how awkward I looked.

There were 3 guys there.
They stopped & looked at me silently.
One was staring at my manly chest & smiling to himself.

Before the receptionist said anything.
He eyed me from head to toe.
He didn't even hand me a towel, he had to say:
"Ada deposit 5 Ringgit untuk tuala tau."

Do I look like I have RM5 conveniently tucked between my butt cheeks?
"Ya la. Saya pakai dulu nanti bayar la."
He eyed me again before making me walk over to him for my towel.

The question of the day is:
What do you do when you see a wet naked guy.
Wouldn't you give him a towel?
I remember someone from Australia who might.

What an awkward moment.

taken from
My body looks like this!
Well, not quite...
My 6 pack is more like a 6 pack in 1.

Tuesday, October 6

PMR is Tomorrow

As a dutiful & loving teacher, I will perform the compulsory cliché of wishing you (students) good luck.
Then, I will hide in a secret corner to snicker at the thought of the long awaited vacation time away from you after you go off for the exams.
Oh, the thought of it makes me so...

To PMR students all over Malaysia...
Do your best!!

Be sure to say a prayer before you start each test!

Saturday, October 3

4 - Season 1: The SPP Interview

This is the first & last episode of the hit TV series, 4 - Season 1: The SPP Interview.

The following takes places between 7am-11am.
*imagine a clock ticking... tick... tick... tick...*

*imagine a husky voice narrating*
My alarm clock rings. It's 7am.
I wake up to find myself covered in sweat.
It was a long & sleepless night.
I look beside me & she's still here.
I hate her. But I need her.
She kept me awake all night.
I reach over to crush her, but I resist the temptation.
Bloody interview notes! I'm hooked on you now, but once I'm done with you, you'll be my toilet paper!

I head to the bathroom.
I cant bear the sight of the ghost that's staring back at me.
The heavy bags under my eyes are a reminder of the hell that I went through the past weeks.
I was given a desperate case to solve.
I gave it all I've got.
I fought with the PIPP.
I roughed up the NEP.
I even got high on 1Malaysia.

As I put my toothbrush in my mouth, I stared at myself deep & determined.
I have been waiting.
Today, I redeem myself.
Today, I face my demons.
Finally, I have my chance at the SPP Interview.

I check my wristwatch. It's 7.30am.
I look around me to see if I have everything.

white long-sleeved shirt: check!
black lounge coat, dark-coloured slacks, black socks & back leather shoes: check!
black tie: check!
government issue name-tag: check!
shiny Parker pen clearly visible: check!
important documents arranged in a clear folder: check!
ridiculously short haircut especially done for this day: check!
passport-sized photo taken the day before in a bloody rush: check!

Everything seems to be in place.
But why can't I shake of this feeling in my gut that something might go really wrong today.
I say a silent prayer as the door shuts behind me.
First things first, breakfast.

Exhibit A: Passport-Sized Photo

The sunlight hurts my eye.
There are no clouds in the sky.
It's stuffy & bloody baskets it is warm.
As I listen to the cool purr of the soothing air-conditioner inside, I feel the sweat between my skin & my clothes.
I was pursuing an anonymous tip at the local government building when I got abushed.
This organisation is more cunning than I thought.

Now, I find myself sitting on a bench.
I am chained & bound. I cannot leave.
"He will be questioned", I heard one of the guards say with a sly smile.
I can't help but think of questioned with apostrophes.
Painful ones.

I look to my left & to my right
The other captives have the same nervous look on their faces.
They seem to be murmuring while staring intensely at pieces of paper.
They're probably chanting or praying in fear of the torture that they are about to face.

Can't blame them.
I myself am shaking in my boots.
My heart is beating nerves all over my body.
It's funny.
This feels just like the time I was about to meet my girlfriend's parents.

taken from
Exhibit B: Local Government Building (Kapit, Sarawak)

It took some time before I was escorted into a fluorescent lit room.
A petite young lady was seated behind a large table.
I could see my personal documents on her table.
They were stripped off me when I got captured.
She looks a little too young to be questioning hardened officers like myself.

I was right.
She's the secretary of the Chairman.
Or in my case, as I found out, the Chairwoman.
Oh, the sound of that name sends shivers down my spine.

The secretary goes through my documents with great diligence.
She carefully eyes every one while pondering their authenticity.
She had  never seen some of my certificates before.
Indeed, I am unique in the service.

After about half an hour, I was sweating again on sunshine bench.
To my surprise, the lady in the room was sympathetic to my cause.
She told me that I will be evaluated by the Chairwoman on several grounds.
I will have to do well in every one if I were to survive the 'interview'.

I didn't work hard for the past 2 weeks for nothing.
I was ready for any question.
The 5 grounds were: possessing the required documents, professional outward appearance, communicative skills, pedagogic/content knowledge & current domestic/international events.
I was branded #10 & the Chairwoman was currently with #5.
I had a long tormenting wait ahead of me.

I've waited a long time.
The wait was uncomfortable but it was also enlightening.
It gave me an idea of who this Chairwoman was.
Whatever tiny clues I could get from those who came out were invaluable for my preparation.

Some people came out with smiles.
Some people came out with tears.
Clearly they were shaken & unable to answer the Chairwoman's twisted questions.
However, I learned that the Chairwoman was somehow coldly professional.
She never raised her voice nor does she ever make clear what she wants to do with you.

Extended Edition: 11am-12pm
I'm beginning to feel faint & fatigued.
This is not the condition I wanted to be interviewed in.
But I have to keep myself steady & not let weariness get the better of me.
I must stay sharp.
I cannot fail!

Special Edition: 12pm-1pm
It is time.
#9 walks out & gives me a knowing eye.
Without saying anything, he's wishing me luck.
He survived.
Now, it's my turn.

I knocked, opened & walked into a large cold room.
At the far end of the room is a well-aged lady behind a condescendingly huge desk.
She's flipping through my documents. Scrutinising.
She looks at me & firstly asks me a simple question.
I had to tell her about myself.

It was just the warm-up.
She asked many perplexing questions after that.
Her questions were calculated, factual & designed to push my limits.
If there was a mentally straining moment in my life, that was one of them.

She asked me about one memorable experience I had during my studies in NZ.
Then, she asked me how I applied it to my teaching at school.
She moved on to asking what the significance of the National Education Philosophy was to a teacher.
Soon, she asked me what I understood about KBSR & KBSM.
Next, I was asked the purpose of Pelan Induk Pembangunan Pendidikan.
Later, she asked me about Wawasan 2020 & what would our country be like if it were already advanced.
Finally, she asked me if I thought that the teaching profession was suitable for me.
After I answered her, she was not satisfied. She asked me the same question again.
I gave her the same answer... again.

Before I knew it, I was released with all my documents.
From the reaction of the Chairwoman to my answers, I believe I passed.
I live to fight another day!

Thank you for your prayers, emotional support & well-wishes!
I have the greatest friends!

Look out for the new season of 4!
Season 2: The PTK Exam
Coming Soon on TV koko'!

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