Ayam Bek

Ok ... that's about how you pronounce "I am back" in halting Pulau Perhentian English ...

I realised I have kept away from blogging for a while ... well, that's because I was away, first over here ...



Then I had to rush back to work in KL. Finished my work, and left the company. I'll start at a new place tomorrow. Thus the need for a holiday ...

So, I hit the road and stopped here ....


And here ...


Heck, I was even here ...


So how does it feel?

Great. I'm sunburnt. I'm sore all over from the snorkelling. I have cuts all over my hands. I have seven clown fish bites on my shins. I have sand in places I never thought sand could end up in. I had a Kuala Terengganu date who sort of FFKed me. And I've got into my first ever auto accident (too minor to even report). I got lost in KT looking for KFC, but ended up having Nasi Dagang. And I got lost again in Kuantan, looking for the East Coast Highway back to KL. But heck, I'm having fun (still).

I've done so much snorkeling I'm still thinking I could just float.

I'll blog about it all gradually over the next couple of days. And I'm reply to your emails soon too.

From Beijing with Love ...

There is a little fatigue setting into me. I'm sitting here in my hotel room in Beijing, with the entire old city waiting out there.

I've seen mostly just glimpses enough to tantalize me.

I've tasted Peking Duck at one of the very best restaurants in Beijing, tasted the best Hangzhou cuisine, and had even tasted fast food Peking Duck. Cool.

But I have to work tomorrow, and I'm probably not going to have too much time to sightsee. Damn.

But I can't really complaint, can I? I'm on business, after all.

Blog about all the Beijing highlights will come once I'm back in KL. See ya all.

Farewell in Beijing ...

Today, I suddenly received a phone call ....

Other side: Moz. Customer escalated the case, I can't handle the pressure anymore ... you will have to go to Beijing.
Moz: Er ... Ok. But what about all this talk from you about I can't go because it's too close to my last day, etc?
Other side: Customer said they liked you. They want you to do one last project with them.
Moz: You sure you're not making this up to cheer me up, right?
Other side: Cheering you up is the last thing I wanna do now. I wanna eat your babies.
Moz: OK. But not sure if I can get ticket at the last minute or not leh ...
Other side: Try. If you can't make it and customer fry me again in the pressure cooker, you'll wish you were eaten immediately after birth. I assure you.
Moz: ........
*Click* .... Line went dead.

So I picked up the phone and called the customer ...

Customer: Hehe Moz. We knew you handled the project so well you didn't need to come to Beijing one ....
Moz: ???
Customer: But we want to give you a farewell lah ... let you have a good time mah.
Moz: ???
Customer: Don't worry, we just want to send you off properly ...
Moz: *faints dramatically* (yeah, just like the Speaking Banana)

OK. The conversation with the 'Other side' was condensed, summarized and probably had some little bit of spice added. The eating babies part of the dialogue definately didn't transpire. However, the message from 'Other side' was the same.

I'm going to China. Tomorrow. On 12 hours notice. I'm glad my excellent office administrator managed to book the flight and hotel for me on an extremely short notice. Thanks a bundle, Nat.


So that's it folks - I'm packing my bag and heading to Beijing. Blogging will be dependant on availability of Internet access, lack of tourist attractions and utter lack of distracting activities.

And I'm entertaining requests for souvenirs to those who know me personally. Drop an email to you-know-where.

Ode to Labor's Day

The daily toil you and I call work
Is something we mortals all can't shirk
Give up your sweat, give up your tears
In return you get $ you hold so dear

The evil boss always crack the whip
He keeps looking out in case you slip
All your good work daily remains unseen
But once you're wrong it's a major sin

If you slow, your boss will kill you
When he's slow he's correcting after you
If you wrong, your boss will kill you
When he's wrong, he's just testing you

At the end of the month, when $ comes in
You look at the balance, and go wondering
How come you labor off like a donkey
When you're paid so little bit of money

If you come in late you're lax, not committed
When he's late, he's been really overworked
If you had a long lunch, you're plain lazy
When his lunch is long, he's just too busy

My pocket's always empty, where is my money?
I'm paid like a monkey, but work like a donkey
Boss driver Benz, I everyday just take LRT
Boss everyday eat in Starhill, I just eat Maggi Mee

Company damn kiamsiap everything also control
Paper and pen, phones calls, Milo, even the toilet roll
Take training kena bond, don't take kena scold
Train in US, tied up with company till you turn old

I want a fair deal, I want a fair deal
I want to eat something decent every meal
I want some fair play, I want some fair play
I want to enjoy myself some day ...

I want my own house, I want my Benz
I don't want to work too hard for RMs and sens
We all work so darned hard, me and you
Don't you wish to be paid what you're due?

It's Labor Day yesterday. I was out enjoying the little bit of time off I had (I was working Saturday and Sunday) and I wasn't feeling too good, so I went out to get some sun (took a walk in FRIM), some shopping theraphy (bought myself a tee and 1GB SD card) and some health hazard (Low Yat plaza is now a smoker's haven).

Happy Labor Day to you all folks.