Let die and live on

There is no place like home. 

Then why is it I feel like I left a big part of me back there in Abu Dhabi?

Staggeringly, 2 months seemed like 2 weeks. I cant think back of my time there and the things that I did, or experienced, however significant or minute without an increasing sense of peculiarity. Its startling how it ended so quickly, and how I came home and everything felt so familiar, like the dust had only just settled.

This isn't really a good time to write. While my body clock is desperately trying to adapt to jet-lag. I'm worried about passport renewal and Australian student visa, not to mention the compulsory medical check-ups, and the upcoming gush of public holidays. 

Doesn't matter if its the 3rd time already, I miss thegirlfriend. Crazy much.

Boo?

Jinny

The rich wage war, its the poor who dies

Hi, I'm back home already. No, not really. Back in Abu Dhabi.

The past week in Istanbul has been, well, mixed. On one hand I'm eternally grateful for the trip, expenses, extra pocket money that is almost more than enough. Not to mention my first time ever on the European continent. The location is beautiful, magnificent I would say.

But its been a hard struggle trying to cope with the difference in culture. I wouldn't say it to be very much different from situations that I have complained about before. But I tried very hard to put the glaring eyes and racial discrimination to a certain extent at the back of my head. Frankly, I'm a weakling for things like that. A little too supersensitive. The fact that most caucasians see us asians in a different light is demoralizing enough. Something I shan't complain anymore. 

Leave that aside, most Turkish people in the hospitality business do surprise me with spontaneous warmth and welcoming. These are the people I really thoroughly enjoyed conversing most even though none of us speak the common language. Breaking small words and piecing them into hardly comprehensible sentences were their forte, but it was never an issue. The receptionist in which I spoke to every night about all things Turkish football, and the warm gestures of the restaurant host just at the end of our hotel street, always clutching a small glass of turkish tea. My friend Cem who works at nike in Taksim Square convincing the mercurial vapor boots purchase to me an his female Albanian co-worker who wants to go to Malaysia just to look for me, apparently out of sign language, thegirlfriend interpreted it as because I was handsome. Much to her distaste. 

But according to thegirlfriend, Turkey is crawling with physically gifted men. Referring to the half-naked hairy men who Turkish bathed us, and the guy at one of many restaurants, and the policemen and everything else with two balls, or one.

Photos, I'll let photos tell the rest of the story later.

View from the upper balcony of the hotel in Sultanahmet, where we eat breakfast every morning.

Street along the side of the hotel. View from the room. Streets like these are awfully common around Istanbul.

This is the Haghia Sophia. One of the many sightseeing destinations within a short walking distance from our hotel.

Tram lines and cafes along the streets of Sultanahmet.

Istanbul is divided into 2 different sides. Both different continents. The European side is the one in which we stayed in, on the other side, separated by the Golden Horn, or Marmara Sea, is the Anatolian side, or better known as the Asian side. In which 99% of Turkey is situated in the Asian continent.

Dinner on the rooftop of one many cafes in Taksim Square. A insanely packed shopping district.

Thegirlfriend and I. Something she insisted. Hah.

Just us four after theparents and cassie left. Backpacking as we would like to call it. But undeservingly.

At the best shisha place in Istanbul. Water pipe or narghile as it is called in Turkey. Apparently a place where only the locals go to situated deep inside a small alleyway. So you can imagine the curious eyes on us 4 the whole time. Smoothest shisha so far though. So smooth, Manda finally graduated from shisha school and barfed later on for the whole hotel lobby to hear.

Earlier today thegirlfriend was scrolling through the videos on her old laptop with me beside and we came across our moral project video which we did last year. Its an interview with Alvin, a proud gay who was allegedly involved in a hit and run accident. Only to be discovered later on that he was actually drunk and tried to get his fat ass from the rear window into the front window of a speeding car and he fell out. But the catchline in our video struck a chord in me.

"Life is fragile."

It frighteningly is. Just over a week ago, I received news that someone I have grown quite close with working at Topman had passed away in an accident. For someone so young and so much future ahead, I was deeply saddened and disturbed by this. For that week I was away in Istanbul, inside of me, I refused to believe such an outcome for someone I was looking forward to meeting when I get home. I was living with my head in the clouds. Then today, another colleague, and also his cousin, sent another message, more of an assurance that he has already passed on. Recalling he once said to me, hoping I wouldn't take long here in Abu Dhabi because when I get back I might not see him anymore. In that context he meant he would've found another job somewhere, maybe not realising that life has other plans. 

A drink for you my friend, when I get back, and a tattoo with your name on it, outlining my ankh. The symbol of life. To signify your continuance in these days even though you're not around anymore. You'll be sorely missed. 

Jinny

Istanbul, Türkiye

Hi, I'm typing with a turkish keyboard, so before I piss myself off..

Its cold here in Istanbul, and even colder when it rains. Somehow I'm not enjoying myself very much because I cant seem to shake off the culture shock. Its a terrible terrible, miserable feeling.

However, I am extending my stay in Abu Dhabi for a couple days to a week more otherwise it will be a little too hectic when I get back from here.

I know I shouldnt feel this way, but I really want to go back to Abu Dhabi.

Jinny

Gotta love the turkey!

I'm writing this over breakfast on a beautiful breezy morning in Abu Dhabi. The epitome of this beautiful morning is the magnificent weather, bright sun rays but still chilly. Spanish jazz is playing on the home stereos and the dogs and cats are just lazing about.

And I still have yet to finish packing. We're leaving for Dubai airport at 2 which leaves me ample time to settle phone credits, ipod updates and a short round of Call of Duty. 

And for the next 8 days, I'll be sort of MIA because I cant be too sure if the hotels around Istanbul has any computers let alone internet connection. Yep, I'm going to Istanbul, Turkey!

We're going there today for a holiday for about 4 days, while thegirlfriend's parents are with us. They're leaving on the 9th, so after that, we're on our own to backpack around until the 13th. 

Okay then. Bye, see you!

Jinny

Video 1

The Dubai Desert Safari video. Another one soon.

Those who do not remember the past, are condemned to repeat it

The girlfriend's showing off her new laptop she just proudly bought with her very own savings. Which also works to my advantage because I just started hogging the internet bandwith with game downloads.

My spending has significantly decreased in a sort of staggering way. I'm now being urged to purchase some pyjama pants to reward myself for some notable of good money saving behavior.

I reckon it something positive. Because come sunday, I'm most most probably heading over to Istanbul, Turkey for a week long backpacking trip! 

Gotta love the Turkey! :)

Jinny

Go top up your love

Singapore expats paddle their own canoe

My first time significantly appearing in the papers. Okay fine, its just a name, age, "the youngest in the team" and a simple 'intention comparison'(?). 

Ahoy, so i just spent a whole weekend in Dubai. Just so you know, the week ends on a thursday, so the weekend spans out to the duration of a friday and saturday. 

The dogs are really getting along with the cats, although sometimes it really ticks me off to see the stupid haggard baby the shih-tzu picking sides where it favours him most. His allegiance to the cats is apparent when they embark on an irritating goldie the retriever frenzy when she's outside and they know they're protected by half an inch of reinforced glass. And then bark in unison with goldie at the cats when the situation arises in which the cats are inferior. Also knowing that he once murdered a star tortoise out of jealousy fuels my annoyance a mile longer.

Spoilt he-bitch.

I finally went for the Dubai desert safari yesterday! Right now i'm uploading a few videos of us slipping and sliding around the sand dunes(i just accidentally blurted out the word "treats" and the first thing i saw was the stupid haggard baby trotting over by the door and started staring at me with THAT face, greedy, spoilt he-bitch)of Dubai. I'll probably post it up later because youtube is taking a very long time. 

I was just trying to recall the other night, of all the things that i've bought here. Its quite staggering yet amazing how i bought so many things and yet i've still got a quite hefty amount left. Alright, i bought a football on my first day here which is quite used up and soft already now that i'm looking at it, new perfume, futsal shoes, ipod, okay, i got an ipod from thegirlfriend as a present so it doesn't count. Few plain t-shirts and a shirt, a new watch, new sunnies, new ipod speakers, a pricy body compression suit called skins, and a few other petty things. Somehow, i can safely assume that my buys are more of what i need that what i want because i use almost everything i buy at any given time everyday while i'm here. 

Nope, no souvenirs so far. 

I'm so bored of the malls here. Basically its because i already have everything i need. I've seldom had the feeling of walking around not having anything to buy in particular. Which i find quite good in a way because i need to start saving. 

I'm probably going to Morocco, if there are tickets, for about a week early next month. Unless there aren't, then maybe Cairo. Or Spain?

Jinny

And the dragon falters

They say tattoos are meant for certain identification for your peers to recognize you beyond any reasonable doubt when you are tattered and your time is up.

Taken when i did it almost 1/half months back. Pardon the pit bush. :)

And so it ends, the dark horse run. Amidst a substantial amount of controversy. Its a rather incomprehensible feeling of disappointment losing out because of an organizing error. Capitala Dragons, has earned many plaudits for earning a spot in the finals. Despite only coming together 2 weeks prior to the competition and a combined total of 4 hours of training. Beating a respectable number of 29 teams to deservedly earn a place in the finals.

And to lose out to a false start. Maybe not really a false start, see a dragon boat race, by rules or rather sportsmanship should only start when every boat is in an orderly line at the start before any starter should have the green light to flag off.

To shorten this extra long story of reasoning and blame, in a 6 boat final, our boat was initially in starting position before it slowly began to deviate from its original position and turn sideways. To be precise, our boat was in a perpendicular position while every other was in parallel. Our coxswain, a steerer of the boat provided by the organizers, supposedly a professional dragon boater was probably the only one to blame. See, a coxswain is probably the most important person on the boat to control and steer a boat in the right direction. Its not easy, controlling a dragon boat with 20 people inside. Its even harder/stupider to control a dragon boat with 20 people inside while sitting down. Frankly, his actions suggested that he wasn't really sure of what he's doing.

Due to him sitting and not making himself visible, the starter assumed everyone was in position and flagged off. Leaving us stranded and confused, frantically protesting with only sideways to go. The same thing happened during the semi-finals in which another team was not ready when they started the race. But the officials pulled everyone back and restarted. I ts a sick-to-the-stomach feeling really. Making it thus far and without being given a fighting chance for some well-deserved, possible glory and its over.

Some of our team members were protesting to the officials furiously only to be brushed aside, citing "these things happen" and aptly blaming strong winds. By this, of course igniting more tension, fighting fire with fire. Its unfortunate really, judging by the scale of the competition and the professionalism involved, there should've been some action taken from the start. But what can i say? Getting to the finals was already more than we asked for.

Despite all that, I was asked to do a phone interview for the national press . Haha. For being the youngest in the team and possibly the whole competition(because teams were either corporate based or professional dragon boat racers). And also a team interview article on our run to the finals. So it might be published in the papers sometime soon.

As for now, i scoured the internet and only found this one article so far. Published a week before the festival.

CapitalaSpirit Rides The Waves

With a small team photo which doesn't enable you to zoom. But if you count the heads from the left, i might be the 6th one. The small speck with sunnies.

Oh, it finally rained here this morning. It only does about twice a year here, and the papers reported it like it was something huge. 25 road accidents this morning due to rain. Imagine that. This place is awesome.

That also means that winter is here. The climate change is drastic, just over 2 days ago it was still quite warm and yesterday morning, it all shifted to a different temperature. Now all the sliding doors are left open and it feels like the room is air-conditioned. I even put 2 foldable chairs on my balcony already. For the winter. :)

Some pictures of us before our first heat. More when I get more.

Jinny

Burn to ash the ash to burn

I like celebrating my birthday here. As much as it is over back home, I'd still have 4 hours more.

Happy birthday to me anyway.

My dragon boat race is in 3 days and this jittery feeling is suddenly feeling all too familiar. The reason why i'm nervous is over the prospect of physical suffering that i had already experienced during training. This is a big event, no, its a huge mega-super-monolithic event. Its on every spread of newspaper, advertisements on every channel. (Adrenaline Sports Live 2008 Abu Dhabi)

Capitala, our multi-million dollar corporate sponsor for the dragon boat team. In which we were given a cap and an extra-large-only t-shirt to do publicity shots.

Not just a mere friendly race after all. In the build-up leading to that day, the seriousness of it is suddenly immense. The ongoing rumour of us possibly ranking amongst the top 5, Team Singapore Dragons, is undoubtedly doing more harm than good. Even the more reason why Murphy's Law would state that we'd fuck up.

Oh, i have a hookah. Not hooker. A hookah. We all have a misconception about the device we use to shisha with. Some call it the shisha tube, the bong, the shisha pot, every other junkie name known to existence. But it is in fact, called a hookah. The concept of inhaling smoke from a hookah is better known to us as shisha, or rather the tobacco used is also known by the same name.

Today, i bought a hookah for 119 AED from our favourite hypermarket carrefour. With a box of al-fakher apple tobacco, 100 plastic mouthpieces, quick-burning charcoal and a cleaning device all at the same time. After briefly educating myself on the fundamentals of a hookah and how to prepare shisha on the net last night, I'm ready for one trial run later.

I'm going to dubai tomorrow again for some retail therapy. At least thegirlfriend's mother needs some i think. Maybe the girlfriend too. Ah, how can it not be? Dubai is really just an hour away from where I am, aptly speaking, the distance would cost you 200 AED by taxi. Having experienced that, sharing a cab with an american and australian architect who talks buildings buildings and then more.

It is a very very nice place I have to admit. A very very nice perfect place minus the emiratis and their arabian counterparts. The whole place, seen from certain sociological and architectural angles is stunningly complexed and fascinating. Capable of making Abu Dhabi, despite being the capital look inferior, Singapore, like a marshland, and dear Malaysia, a quagmire. Dubai might just be the inspiration for the term 'megastructures'.

The Atlantis Hotel, a fascination on the Palm Jumeirah.

Even Dubai has the largest garoupa in its underwater world, The Lost City of Atlantis. Better known for being the fried thai sauce fish.

The land is cramped with high-rised buildings, and every high-rise building has their very own distinct design from the ground floor to the pinnacle. No, i'm not exaggerating when i say every building. The biggest, the tallest, the largest, the fastest, the people who develops the city are thrown into a pool of pressure having to fulfill these obligations. And the outcome, though I may not know more than an architect, or an engineer, but to the lay-man's eyes, is a marvel.

The Palm Jumeirah, The Palm Jebel Ali, Atlantis Hotel, Aquaventure, The Burj-Al-Arab, Mall of Emirates, Ibn Battutta Mall(The biggest mall in the world, think 4 Mid Valley Megamalls), The World Island, what the hell, The Bloody World Islands. A man-made island made into the shape of all the continents of mother earth. Mainly prime estates, Malaysia is a bungalow and Singapore is the owner's dog's kennel.

Ha *exhales*, I need to catch my breath.

Bloody arab kids on a school trip to the ice rink. Thegirlfriend couldn't be more right when she said that this generation of arabs are better off learning about discipline first, real education should only be implied to the next generation.

Me, thegirlfriend and thegirlfriend's sister manda and baby the handsome princess in distress.

Kids around our neighbourhood at Al Raha Gardens trick-or-treating during halloween. Not recieving any candy before i made them scream "trick-or-treat" with their scariest faces.

*Edit* The shisha went well. Now going to burn more charcoal on the stove and prepare for round 2.

Jinn

Havin a laugh yea?

Having just read kennysia.com, I feel like it is also my duty as a patriotic and proud Malaysian to play my part and spread this website in my capabilities.

http://cheongsamlover.wordpress.com

This is just the right material that solidifies my impression of an open-minded, technologically advanced and fast-growing Malaysia that many of us were born and live in. And that we're absolutely right when we say we're underestimated in the eyes of foreigners. Oh, how we complain why we're still 3rd-world when we know truthfully that we're far from that.

In addition to that, now we, the minorities, are all so very excited and overcomed with joy at the recent comments of our dear prime minister who has convincingly announced that anyone of us can be a prime minister! Yay!

I'm estatic! No really, I am.

Jinn

Rain, rain, dont go away, sun can come back another day

Ah, i bloody miss rain here.

Coming from an alleged "democratic" country known for its erratic weather and monsoon rains, and the proud title of being Malaysia, the all-equal, glorious nation. Also known as, the Penis of Asia. Of course not without the penis' uptight tip called Singapore.

What i'm really trying to say is that coming from the Penis of Asia, i'm still qute foreign to the feeling of the absence of rain.

To rain here is like national day. People line the streets, royals come forth and out from their palaces, labourers and government workers in a pandemonium. Because there is no such thing as drainage here. When it does rain, all hell breaks loose.

Whatever.

Anyway, i've got a new early present. The new ipod nano from thegirlfriend!

Yay!

Jinn

Respond, please

So many things can happen in 2 weeks. Well, so far i've been to dubai at least a number of times to have its roads downloaded into my mind. That would mean the roads of Abu Dhabi is branded into my brain. Tell you what, I miss driving. Having an illegitimate liscense isn't the best feeling in the world. Especially when you have to depend on the convenience of others to get you to where you wanna be.

By far the best fun i've had is at the aquaventure in dubai. Water park of some proportion. Besides that, I just started a training session last friday at nearby shangrila hotel's stretch of crystal blue canal for a DRAGON BOAT race on the 15th of this month. Haha. Guess which country i'm representing?

Singapore. Nuff said. Heh.

No, i'm not earning money just yet. But at least i'm also getting a dose of futsal once in awhile. I went to Dubai last thursday for futsal, representing Woods Bagot, an australian architectural firm. Abu Dhabi branch vesus the Dubai branch. Apparently, the AD branch employees, despite being the underdogs, would hastily skin their Dubai counterpart's balls with a potato peeler at an instant. Due to some overspilling man-egos on and off the court. We managed to lose 3-0 with our prides intact.

Yesterday, boo and i went for lunch at an italian cafe down in abu dhabi mall. Having stated before of the metamorphical attitudes of asians adapting to foreign culture, we were served by ultimately arrogant waiters and waitresses(eg: fillipinos) mainly(allegedly) due to our asian outlook. Things like that happen here all the time, when you have an influx of 80% mainly caucasian tourist and labourers here, those of asian descent are instantly demoted to 2nd class citizens. Regardless of status financial or non. The concept of tackling arrogance with arrogance has to be utilised sometimes no matter how unfashionble it seems.

There are some instances when we do come across courteous and friendly waiters but the frequency of those that aren't is absurd. So, we fill up every respond card that every restaurant puts on its tables. Even if its chucked away without even being read, we just do it for the satisfaction.

Even if its read, certain measures might be necessary to ensure the message is through. Like what boo wrote on the respond card, condemning the unfriendliness and politeness of its staff, aptly ticking the box of poor in the friendliness section and signing off as Grace Park, nationality: Canadian. Because nobody takes the asians from asia seriously enough.

I'm currently reading a biography of Heinrich Himmler and his brothers. Titled The Himmler Brothers. Written by the granddaughter of the youngest Himmler brother, Ernst. Heinrich Himmler is known as the 'greatest murderer of the 20th century' for masterminding the extermination of millions of jews during the holocaust. And 2nd in command to Adolf Hitler during the nazi regime.

A good book for world war 2 enthusiasts or followers of the nazi faction.

I hope things are fine back home or back anywhere for that matter.

Jinn

Know you, no pain. No you, know pain

Abu Dhabi, the land where your cigarettes burn brighter.

I think i'm gradually settling into the culture quite well. After 1 week, and the prospect of spending the next 7 weeks here, I think maybe i'm progressing through this adapting phase quite well. I do miss home though, well, actually i miss my staple diet of fried seehams and wanton noodles the most. And the loklok truck.

Its really hard to find good cheap food here by the way. Rephrase that, you cant find good cheap food here. I went to shisha last night and just to have 2 shishas, a glass of juice, a can of pepsi and a morroccan tea set would set you back at 145 dhm, equivalent to RM 145. Including a gratituity fee of 16% or 20 dhm, in other words, service tax. Really, your conventional fries from kfc would cost you at least 20 dhm, just the fries alone. Dim sum in Dubai was almost 300 dhm and i could go on and on about this food price thing.

I visited the grand mosque the other day. A monolith of a structure sitting in between a web of highways. Wholly made of white marble, it holds 3 world records for the biggest dome, largest chandelier, and largest carpet. For me, i've never been too fond about Islamic architecture, so i couldn't really catch the beauty concept of its interior, the exterior is captivating, but the flowery motives on the walls inside, and not to mention the world's largest chandelier looks like the world's largest infected penis. Coated in gold and weighs 9 tons. One hell of a dick.

Oh i just remembered, back to the food topic, lunch yesterday at the noodle house cost 175 dhm for 2 small bowls of tom yum and curry laksa no larger than a little plastic rice bowl, and a large (hardly large) laksa.

Went to the skating rink today and had the biggest culture shock so far. Emirati school kids. They are bastards i tell you. Uncivilised bastards. They yell and spit everywhere, they bring plastic chairs onto the rink and slide them around like wheelchairs, they fling rubbish i every direction. The only cool thing to this, is that even 10 year old kids on a school trip can bring their pipes and their little stash of tobacco, light up and be the bastards they are. Seriously, they all have their own pipes. While we're still smoking cigarettes and shisha and having paranoia and trust issues. I mean, come on.

Malaysia's best export here, is Super Ring.

I think i'm putting on the pounds here. The last time i weighed i was 78kg when i weighed my luggage before i left. So happy because i lost 5 kgs in my 2 months of working at topman. Okay, i'm going to jog and play some balls.

Jinny

Dubai, UAE hello

Dubai is a shopper's mecca.

If you are oblivious to the little tinges of favouritism amongst the races. As an asian asian, you're at the bottom. Without a doubt. The philipinos are supposed to be there with you, but maybe over-time they've cultivated the arab mentality to be the more superior of all the inferiors. The arabs, are well, basicly they think they're at the top of everything, arrogant and fat and all that shit. But the truth is, its like a george bush administration here. But then again, isn't it the same adminisration everywhere else in our asiatic world?

The caucasians are THE MOST superior of us all. We bow to their every need, we're afraid of incuring their wrath, we force a non-existant slang towards them, we always smile an extra smile while serving them as customers.

We make ourselves look small beside them.

But anyway, like i said, Dubai is a fantastic place. The mall of emirates is as big as 3 mid valleys back home while its still not the biggest mall yet. I saw the Burj-al-Arab too.

Pictures soon, while my phone refuses to connect to the laptop now.

Its boring being alone here. Everyone's out and the pool looks inviting. Bye guys.

Jinny

Hold it,i stumbled upon this on wikipedia. Haha. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Girl%27s_Pussy

Download it, try singing to it. It'll be fun. :)

Abu Dhabi, UAE hello

Hi, its dark and 8.30 back home while the mosquitoes are flying about trying to sneak into rooms and its sunny and rather dry here at 4.30. But we have mosquitoes here too.

The flight was rather turbulent from the beginning but what was more turbulent mid-flight were stupid toddlers. Thank god the earphones where noise-cancelling. Still, i didnt get any sleep because the in-flight entertainment was kickass. Minus the 1 minute long arabic advertisements at the start of every program you watch, plus my audio player had an error.

Its quite foggy in the mornings and night due to the temperature changes (which signals that winter is coming!), and the air is dry yet dense, thus harder to inhale. Oh, and the sun seems like its 12983213414483km nearer to the earth surface.

I also acquired some first hand experiences of the so-called "welcoming travellers with open arms" culture. The money-changers are arrogant, the phillipino workers at the mall think they're more superior than asians from asia, and the arabs are the more obnoxious, lazy and rude than all the obnoxious, lazy, and rude people you can think of. Everybody owns a porsche here, and a mercedes/bmw/toyota is like your conventional myvi back home. Maybe cheaper. Nonetheless, petrol and piss-smelling arabic perfume seems to be the best-sellers here.

Maybe piss-smelling arabic perfume IS petrol.

The girlfriend's family house is probably the most beautiful house i've ever slept in. Very mediterranean, high walls, circular architectural design with an open garden in he center of the house, big yard and an elongated pool. My room comes with a huge balcony and a nice cozy queen sized bed. The only things i really need.

However the outskirts where i am now does look like an iraqi post-war zone. The barren land seems neverending. And the highways are straighter and longer than.. okay, shouldn't think out loud.

Okay, am watching Big Stan on dvd now and i'm going to miss the sunset.

Laters guys. :)

Jinny

Don't be so grouchy

I got Rainn Wilson's The Rocker and i'm wondering why Teddy Geiger finally decides to do movies.

By the way, i'm getting another tattoo at least before i leave on wednesday. To be done once i find out what year my maiden grandmother was born in. I want to do her name in hebrew but no one's capable enough to translate.

Yea, so i'm leaving this wednesday if i hadn't mentioned it. It been almost a month now since i last saw thegirlfriend. Only to compensate with the next 2 months of seeing her face everywhere i will be. Haha. Its a good thing. Right?

Sisters went back to S'pore the other day not without leaving me a note that says "Don't be so grouchy". Maybe i have been all these while. Well, if someone writes it down, it would be confirming it right? So maybe I have been all these while.

And albeit inspiring chikhan to revert back to the pariah hippie style with my hair. I have gotten rid of the mane in exchange for a nice clean cut. And then brad came into to topman today and started calling me Petey Wentz.

I couldn't say i'm not flattered. Somehow.

Jinny

A new school of thought, right

Okay, so nothing much changed really. As much as we're all relishing for a change from our current situation.

The faggot Ahmad Ismail is still probably sitting around his favourite mamak while the few people who were detained for speaking the truth are still detained. Despite calls for a review, the ISA still leaves our glorious nation of Malaysia's face with nowhere to hide.

CERTAIN groups/genre/cluster/herd of people still never stops trying to flick from every other shop they set foot into. I mean if the country is so stable, why do we have to strain ourselves trying to see if anyone puts anything that hasn't been paid for into their bags at every minute of everyday? At topman, you'll see this in example everyday.

And i have not started my shifts at camp 5 because no one trains me. So basicly, i do things that other people get paid for without being paid. I'm not whining, but at the rate i'm going and the date i'm leaving, i think maybe i'm better off earning more money doing my time at topman rather than camp 5.

Oh well, training is training. Who doesn't need it?

I'm rather thankful to be in an early group to leave the country before things start to get chaotic. Before a state of emergency ensues.

Sigh, who are we to say, we immigrants mah.

Jinny

Hello fuckingbetterwatchmydamnmouth free world

Maybe its time to pack up because we're merely just immigrants. Squatters if it floats your boat. How do expect to develop a progressing nation when prominent leaders act like neanderthals when it comes to racial sensitivity. Citing a frenzy, ripping pictures off the walls and tearing them up boldly in front of the flashes of the press cameras. Stop it, it makes you look, cheap. Like you're a great bunch of... cockles.

Yum. :)

Jinny

Jesus left the building, i swear

The only reason we are still alive is because we're rebellious towards death.

The harrowing thing about my days is the part in which i'm still waiting. Even more during weekends or public holidays. Fuck the public holidays apart from the triple salaries. During non-office hours, i often find myself spinning back into stagnation. This happens to people who are waiting for their offer letters and psp skype earphones to arrive.

I got myself a tempuro-mandibular joint dysfunction. All these health hazards i have i tell you.

Have you guys seen the samsung omnia? Its fucking awesome.

Jinny

Comeback version 7 point oh

I dont know how many times do i have to stage a comeback to really make a comeback.

I think i'm just too occupied lately. I do open my blog, from time to time. To see liang zhi's face greeting me and the constant kid tech guru tag on my tagbox just waiting and waiting to be pushed one rung down by a new tag. I have also been contemplating about a new title and a new template and i think i'm really open to suggestions despite the fact that i sometimes love to produce seemingly meaningless yet substantial titles of my own.

I guess its the work stress now that my skin's conditions are worsening. Another breakout isn't doing very well for my self-consciousness. Anyway, its been nice earning a few pennies of my own, at least when i spend i dont feel so much of the financial aspect weighing down on me. Okay, bad, i shouldn't even be spending. In fact, i spend less nowadays, i dont swipe the card as much as i do anymore. Except the pair of tailored pants from where i work today(topman), and a new 2000 ringgit phone and another 80 to configure its gps system which still isn't quite working.

Okay, i'm supposedly paying for the phone in a 10 month installment scheme. In which the RM160 a month should be minus-ed from allowances. The parents know already, but i'm still getting my money in full so far, so oh wells...

Okays anyways, I'M GOING TO MELBOURNE!! :)

I've bought my ticket to fly on the 2nd of February. I've already got an offer from LaTrobe for my business course but i'm still waiting fervently if not impatiently for my Victoria U offer. Should be here by hmmm... last week.

I'm also going off to Abu Dhabi to stay with the girlfriend's on the 15th of next month to hopefully, against all odds, obtain a job so i can have my salary in USD and come back here and times 3.3. But realistically, no company would pay 8000 dirhams to make a working visa for a college-completion-cert-holder to work 2 months. No matter how much cock i can talk to sell something. Really, ask johann about his skinny jeans. And he's happy because he loves it. And i'm sure he wants to thank me, in some extravagant way. Heh.

And as though topman wasn't enough, i got hired by camp 5. And i should be starting later today. I hope this is my cherry on the icing(?)(o.o), icing on the cake(?) to getting hired at rock climbing gyms or anywhere else for that matter in Australia. And hopefully, greeeaat time$!

Sigh. Money money money, its so funny in a rich man's world.

I also find myself using my bb gun quite alot recently. Cars, tyres, gate-lamps, the opposite house's glass doors, windows, air-cond generators, my astro satellite dish, maybe the postman's helmet one of these days. Anything i can aim at from my window. Its astonishing how many pellets i can use in 5 minutes. Okay, the bb gun's on my table......

I dont know what else to say for that sentence.

My topman colleagues dont seem too pleased that i'm leaving very soon. Mainly, probably because i've always been a mediator in an ongoing co-working conflict which seems to never end. Even when one half fell off a ladder yesterday. Literally. Sigh, so many 'office' politics that we cant speak out in the open. I dont want to shoot the ISA peoples at my gate.

Its silly, but i'm waiting for a call from AusEd about my Victoria U offer or from Play-Asia.com/Poslaju about my psp skype earphones at 1.22 in the morning. One more thing bought with the card. Omg when the bank statement comes i'm fucked.

I'm in full support of my sister wanting to buy a jack russell terrier. Mainly because i went through oscar's old photos and i never really got over him. Okay i dont see why i want a new dog when i'm not over my old one. Anyway, i still wonder if he's alive. Like trotting around, and barking, and still having that nose infection. Or whether he's less retarded after being a father. Sometimes jo would make jokes about herself kidnapping oscar, or him looking for food around lorong haji taib. Which would sometimes make me think of him more. Okay i just said that. I am not so sentimental about it. But i do miss him. Stop it jinn.

I dont know, i've been real busy lately without much time for my own. But its nice to know that some friends still do want to catch up and hang out like the great old times. Brad and fei, when my schedule opens up, we'd be chillin aiight.

Do you guys who use deodorant get a white stain on your dark-coloured shirts at the armpits? Its irritating.

I'm still alive anyway, and although i do encounter some ass-splitting customers in where i work, Insyallah i'm doing fine. Thank you for asking. If you ever did. :) Heheh.

To my malay friends and colleagues, selamat berbuka puasa, remember no cheating.

Jinny

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Jinny

Tunebutts

So there's a fine line between hot and attractive. So what.

I've been back a week now. Much to the surprise of some as it seems. The plane ride was as much turbulent as i felt leaving Melbourne. Such an easy place to embrace. And so i'm back to sweating while sleeping and being cranky.

Hard to say i'm nonchalant about the growing fact that life after college isn't running as planned. I'm almost undoubtly tied down here to at least a few more years while everyone around is jetsetting to greener pastures. Although, of course, put me on the next flight out if you may. Part-time jobs aren't looking very promising although i admit, i've been picky about the choices of work conditions. Somehow i've only garnered two applications at two different fields of moneymaking.

It seems to be futile attempts though. Or i'm growing impatient.

I've been obsessed with Dexter lately. Haven't felt this obsessed since the Lost days. And last night I got so disturbed because 5 minutes left into the last episode and the dvd hanged. Fucking pandemonium. But awesome series nonetheless.

And i've rewarded my patience and persistence with a psp. I almost made a purchase of a second hand one in melbourne and i made a 2nd trip back to the shop to buy but it closed. And with much persuasion from the girlfriend, i got mine back here brand new and at a better price.

And before leaving melbourne, i bought an absolut peach for everyone back home who has to invite me to a party if they want it. Heh.

I just need the call to be hired.

I couldn't upload videos but i've got some pictures from the trip.

Oh and i bought an almighty australian Penthouse magazine. I'm not sharing that one.

Jinny