Friday, November 21, 2008

Worst time of the year, for sure!

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I guess I felt like mushroom; stupid, pathetic, kept in the dark, worthless, dumb and fed with shit. I am not so sure why I felt so but it has been a bad bad bad weekend for me. Imagine your weekend suppose to be filled with parties and naked chicks and so. That is all so far away from what happened during last few days. It is like shit! Enough about the shit!

I suppose to be using my brain last Saturday and Last Wednesday but instead, I wore a dune head. Shit! 18th November suppose to be a memorable birthday. I suppose to have no complain in my life. I should go and do thinks right. I should be drinking. Perhaps I should have sex. Nothing close to this.

What happen is I am spending my birthday with my cousin in a blue color cabin which is about 100 sq feet, killing our time doing the SWAT and Terrorist photo cover. Erghh! It was thrilling and seriously, would you do that to kill your time? It is Friday and I am not looking forward into the weekend as the days in Labuan simply pass by. Nothing that could set eagerness in my life until 7.30pmon Wednesday.

My papa got lucky and won a ticket. Yeah! It is normal. Nothing is abnormal to win the first price and what is even normal is he bought a ringgit worth of ticket. Okay, fine. That is good and that is pretty lucky for a man of his age. My dad is a stingy man as money does not come easy for him. I am happy for him since he used almost similar amount of money for my newly furnished home.

It was 15th November, he strike first price ticket and that seems to be like the rest of everyone's day. I am actually having dinner at KK. I was having fucking big massive gigantic crab for only Rm13.50/kg. Seriously, it is a good dinner for three for less than RM40 considering I also have wild boar and deer as complimentary dish. Then I got a call from my mum saying my dad striked 4D. I followed the tune and try to be part of joy striking a ticket. So?

It was 16th November. A day my dad striked his ticket and they are having a pleasant dinner around town. It is his Birthday, 56th Birthday and he is not look like any normal goon at the street. He is well groom although he did not wear any designer label cloths. He just look good with his Levis and Tshirts.

We reached Labuan on the 17th November. It is boring ride. I think I met this Marsha Milan Londoh but I do not give a damn. I am smoking on the outside top deck as I enjoy the ride. Who need ticket for a seat when you can actually enjoy the ride at the deck of the ferry.

It was 18th November. Yahoo! It is my birthday and so as my mum's. I was having a jolly good day. Skip my dinner with a friend since I am tired and took a nap. Work up a bit late but just good enough to start a photo session of SWAT, Abu Sayyaf and Hamas. Impersonating them and snapped up to hundreds of photos. Yeah! No one may belief me but that is what we did. It is a boring night and Labuan; so dead!!! I got a reminder from my younger brother to wish my mum and dad happy birthday. I intended to do them videos but due to circumstances, I resorted to sending them ecards wishing them good luck and filled with joy and wealth. Earlier, I got "God bless you" birthday wish from them.

Wednesday seems to be like every ordinary day. Woke up late and have nothing in our mind. I purchased a website domain for my cousin and we managed to set up the website. Until a friend which I have taken raincheck for the dinner last night came by my office. Have a pleasant chat but time is running out. I got hijacked for close to an hour discussing things. Previously as we surf the net for the domain name, we came across with astrological website and we manage to get ourselfsome random number. We have been talking about the strike my dad have won. It was the number of both me and my dad's car. It is 8878.

I get out after ousting my friend and rush to buy the number. It was drizzling and I have forgotten my number list. I ran back and got me and my cousin a raincoat. In the rain, we walked to the 4D kiosk and indeed we look like yellow Digi geanie. Purchase ourself the number and faithfully I forgot to buy my car plate. Buying 4D is like once in a blue moon activity for me and I have never fail to buy the regular number including my car plate. Then, we move to the liquor store nearby and purchase ourself a RM5/bottle wine. Happy about it and get back home to try it.

It was dark and I lay down for a while. Telling my cousin that I have a good feeling about the Mega Toto and the number I have bought. I said I may got a few number right. I am feeling extremely comfortable like never before. After a while, I check the website for result. 

At first glance I thought the result still did not change so I tried to click on other link at the website. It was frozen. Surprise, surprise. How come it freezed? I took a look at the website, it still display 8878 as first price. This cannot be right, it was drawn last week. I refresh couple of time and I saw asterix on the number board. It is drawing numbers. Ohhh my holly shit! 8878 comes out again. Second time, 8878 strike the first spot. Ohh!

Dear, I reach for the phone and call them. I ask them to check just incase my computer is not updating. They checked it. Yeah! 8878 strikes first prize again. Damn! I got scolding for the whole night for not buying my own car plate number. I felt like I failed my public exam. Goodness gracious! I have been a moron for not buying my own car plate. I am furious and I am frustated. But what can I do?

I cannot bear this time for not trying 8878. So today I went early to buy hopefully I would secure 8878, a number so dear to the family. A day and a half to draw, I queued up for that number. I have the idea this number will not come out again but I just try. Just incase of any godly possibilities. To my frustration again, the number is a sold out. Left me with my dad's motorbike number.

I hope that 8878 will not resurface and basically make me feel like got booted in my ass! Please 8878, do not come out now until I purchase you! Hehehehhe. Damn it! 

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Contractors!

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I am actually pissed with the reality that even if we did good, some people simply just try to abuse you for their benefit. I mean I am so pissed at the contractor that I am monitoring right now.

I am a person who actually highly believe in moral value and self integrity. I found it pretty amusing that many good people are easily exploited and being used. I cannot believe that being professional in my job can be really frustrating. Construction industry indeed is a industry that usually associated with corruption or so. But as for me, the definition of being corrupt does not associate the industry but the person who intend to be a corrupt. For the project that I have being working on now, I have a professional relationship and I have been assisting them to get what the contract need and what they need to do to achieve quality product.

I have never actually accept any form of reward that would favor them during the construction work and therefore I am not a corrupted person. But through the course of time, as stipulated in the contract document; I actually entitle safety fittings and provisions as I actually conduct inspection at site without being bias which actually risking me of falling. I did not receive the best of fittings particularly the substandard safety life jacket. It took them a million years to get what I want just to ensure my safety as I perform my duty. They shift the blame of not helping by refusing to inspect their work. I mean of course, safety is the main priority and hello, the record shows that there is no inspection request for that period of time. I have not delayed their work. Their negligence actually screwed them up. Can you imagine, I have to remind them especially their Managing Director about the Environmental Act 1994 where organization or individual can be penalize up to Rm50k or/and jail for contravenes safety aspect at work site. Needless to say the clause in contract. I will be shying away if I am reminded like this as a contractor who specified such act in their own Project Quality Plan.

After contravene my request as stipulated in the contract by preparing a realistic masterwork program and also histogram of workers for the project, they finally found out that they are behind schedule once their own engineer did the work program under my free tutoring. They said repair work is non-critical in schedule and therefore master work program is surely useless and baseless. They found out that actually Microsoft Project do shows Critical Path Method analysis regardless if that work is a repair work. The contract document stipulated directly or indirectly where time is of the essence. Once they found out that they need up to 1800% workers by December and they cannot level their workers, they start to back themselves up by blaming the consultant team. Of course, Extension of Time is their only mean and I doubt it they can finish even if they are granted. The client can grant extension by changing the completion date but have they change their attitude of bringing the project to a successful completion?

Gravely enough, the record shows their initial act of not putting effort in their planning. Now, got screwed in the meeting and repeatedly showing their stupidity in meeting; they are now in the verge of killing themselves. I would not put in details but they actually cannot do anything but to die together with the project just like animal in the slaughterhouse. Queuing up in line to suffer a painful to watch death execution. I am yet to scrutinize their possibility of finishing the project on time but any layman will shake their head when they have a look at their S-curves. Needless to say being a coward for not showing the physical progress graph instead hoping the financial progress graph would camouflage them.

After that, they go against the contract openly by ignoring the contractual need. A trial mix which cost them approximately Rm100 a batch is a problem. After delivered their goods, it took them two months to conduct mandatory trial. They choose to idle. They did not expect it as they did not go through the contract. Time has been wasted and the possibility of non-conformance is really there. Then, the last batch of logistic came in which are suspects when I have inspected since it did not conform the specs they have earlier submitted. Who is actually, deliberately, irresponsibly, obstinately and arrogantly delayed the processes which contributed to the delay of the project?

I found it is amazing that a contractor who do not need to bribe officers would actually be so unscrupulous enough to be negligence about safety at site. Regardless of the contract document and the by-laws, the contractor just continue with their obstinate mindset and deliberately delaying their own project. I have to help their young 'cikus' to actually learn Microsoft Project in order to finish up their task even up to 3am for almost a week. If not because of that, they would never get their eyeballs popped out from their socket and declared self-proclaim state of emergency.

What really bothers me is their attitude.

They are negligence with their work progress.
They are not good if not lacking in legal bindings and by-laws.
They are not good in interpreting English correspondence.
But worst, they are not treating me correctly.

After finding out that their progress at site is behind schedule, they now going on to blame the consultant for their delay. I was surprised that I am targeted as I hold authority at my site. They have set up dirty tricks where they have deliberately send correspondence last minute; a day before the Site meeting and on the same day of the technical meeting. Worst, they backdated the whole thing a week ago in responding to my correspondence two months ago. This is actually an act of submission of their own true color in handling their project if they are clever enough to know what they are actually doing.

Of course I nearly caught off guard but thanks to the Internet and since I cannot be separated from my computer. I found their incoming fax just before I left for dinner. I have to spend my time until late morning to prepare counter answers. It is easy since I have done my job accordingly. Only that it took my precious time as typing back the whole clause from the contract and Acts is time consuming. I am not agitated with their respond since their are amateur in construction but I am pissed with the way they treat me back with fucked-up attitude. They say they have to do so to save their company (in my expense?)

I have been understanding but I am not in breach of my professional contract. I also found it amusing how they would go about to achieve their goal in a stupid way by actually exposing their self to the possibility of being a lame, slow, incompetence yet acceptable contractor in the industry. Needless to say the legal aspect of it.

They should have forgotten. If they think that they have the (limited) knowledge in compiling for Extension of Time after deliberately delaying their own job, I also keep their Lost of Time sheet. So we see how they can go about it since I am very transparent. Anyway the client knows their acts and I have the record to prove them so. I also have records of being a good assistant to the client by making sure the work execute to the client's requirement without delays. A contractor have to juggle about three elements and these are quality, cost and time. They have to make sure any of these will not be sacrifice during the construction period.

Since I am not a corrupt, I will maintain professional ethics and will not be lenient in conducts. It is blatantly an act of being an hard-headed, selfish yet obstinate contractor and they will get what they deserve; no more tutoring for their personnel. No more free late night tutoring for their incompetent personnel and they would have to deal with the project like every other contractor; to be independent in processing their responsibility. No more! No more! Anyway it is not stipulated in the contract that I have to tutor their chaps.

I will not be sympathetic by not guiding them in engineering knowledge after office hours and I surely be much happier spending my time surfing and upgrading my knowledge alone at the night. They can go and fly kite with their boss. I mean it is their problem for being an engineer without the knowledge of CADs.

For now, I need time for myself to reflect if I am too exposed when I have been very warm to the contractor. I am pissed but I will still remain as a professional.

Talking about Class C contractor from KL and try to play the blaming game, they will never be on par with me who has been a contractor for almost 8 years now. All their dirty trick is in my sleeve however I will not be broken down emotionally but to continue as a professional.

I am proud that I am not corrupted or else I will be shredded dead meat. Thank God that I still have integrity within me. This keep me rolling all these years with good resume and past projects portfolio.

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Friday, November 7, 2008

GROs and Prostitutes...

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I am not sure but today I felt pretty awkward as my fellow acquaintances in dropping by at Labuan and surely I am not the person who have been looking forward to party all night or what so ever indulgement. Got a call and gets up after a lazy day reading the welding standard for tomorrow inspection as I need to touch up some issues regarding Submerge Arc Welding. Uhh, pretty stressing to read when you are preparing for next week meeting. Screw it! I am happy I finished up my wacky gold theme park design but I did not manage to render it.

Meeting was scheduled for Tuesday. I was darn happy and I thought it is possible for me to go back for a weekend rest. Imagine being at Labuan for more than a month is pretty shitty. Nothing much here, except for beer tasting and a chicken rice shop opposite my office. Also not to forget the cheap Mamak stall I finally found near my house. Then I got a bad news and it took me a lot of time to reconcile my planned journey with my love one. I love her but then, what can I do. The previous month meeting was scheduled to this month and bad enough my Boss rescheduled her trip from Tuesday to Monday together with the Quantity Surveyor.

I managed to convince her but I cannot lie to myself on how much I really wanted to go back home to breath the air at my balcony situated at the foot a hill especially on the lazy Saturday. Not to say the shopping spree which I missed the most.

I slow down my pace as I have ample time to do other paperwork over the weekend and one particular attraction that really kept me at Labuan. Football match between Man Utd and Arsenal. I did pay my Astro bill, however the RM180 charge for connecting the astro decoder to the dish is yet to be paid to the installer. It is a rip off. I did tweaked with the cable but it is worthless. I assume they have another hidden switches around since my neighbour have yet to move in and install their Astro. I can watch it through the net with some Spanish duded as commentators. Damn it!

Then after a while slowing down and reading the articles, my acquaintance gave me a call. I promise to have dinner with him and a few others. I turn up at the restaurant and have a nice Chinese dinner. Food was not that great as at back home, Kuching. At least this was a completely different meal compare to the shit I have wreck for weeks.

Spoken and advising some the older friends legally and technically about some of their issues. An Oil & Gas consultant, another businessman and my acquaintances . Yeah, basically I am the main attraction since I like to talk and filled with ideas and stories. Alpha male? Nah! They indeed keen of my ideas and basically storming ideas with me. My advice seems to be precious to them. They almost got trap and submit themselves to a scandalous issue of installation at Oil rigs. It is mater of time they get sued.

After a pleasant dinner, we walk the consultant to the taxi stand as he nearly miss boarding his flight. We proceed to the nearest restaurant. To my great surprise, they actually plan to have beer at the pub instead of the coffee shop. Damn! I wish it was a coffee shop as I trust my gut in closing a few deals when I chat with any businessman. My thought was gone. Hope faded away. There we are, entering the pub. OK now, this is not they way I feel like to spend the whole night.

A pub is not a place for me as I cannot close deal with the sound of loud music. If I am in a bistro, I still could do some talking with the ambiance of Blues and Jazz. I told my acquaintance to sit at a table a little bit distance from the loud speaker. I am not under the influence of ecstasy pills so loud music do me more harm than good. I ordered for any draft beer or a Budweiser. As what I have predicted, they did not have any draft beer and Budweiser. I requested for an alternate choice, the Heineken. Cool, four small bottles and we are ready to go. I have a slow drink as I start to chat. I pointed some area which I really want to make clear for tomorrow inspection. I trust he would do as what I have pointed out and I leave the rest to be done accordingly at my site. My site, my territory and my law. No one encroach or else you get memo from me. It is equally a good roundhouse kick into your jaw several fashions as you are tied to a Rambutan tree infested with red ants.

The contractor's Boss is a cum-wet-bitch. He ignored my oral request as what stipulated in the contract document and being a sissy for talking through shit holes. He fired blanks and this time I slapped him with a thirty five pages worth of memo. This includes a copy of penalty which I extract out from the Local Authorities Act which actually resulted him doing time at jail and a Rm50k fine. Not to say the termination of his contract he hardly understood. I hate losers. I hate posers. I hate retards and I do hate lamer.

He backed up for a while and now is trying to buy some more time before eventually get me what I actually wanted, a safety jacket. I do not like to work with pussies. It is irritating and it is tiring. It is stupid and it is a waste of time. You should never try to put me into a scenario of being agitated. That would be the last thing you can opt for when you are confronting a man with vast knowledge and legal know hows.

As I gulp my beer and almost engage into a fruitful conversation, GROs start to sit around. I actually reject it as I do not condone such activities. As a respect, I wish to finish my beer and walk off with good yet sarcastic excuses. It did not materialized. The girl sat beside me and I was looking up at the TV screen. I am not acting as if I am God. I just do not have the mood for all this as I really love my darling. All I want is to make more money and a yearly vacation trip to paradise. As I nearly empty my bottle, he ordered Chivas Regal. Duh! I have to go through the ordeal of a Chivas. He promised a Famous Groose the next round as this is quite spontaneous. I smile and told him I will be fine with Chivas. I start to sip neat whiskey. As I start to talk to them, they are already occupied by their girls. So I am left with a girl beside me. I am trying to buy my way out. No way Jose. I am stuck!

So, just go through it. Just being nice, say hello to her and just have a drink. I look at her. She is pretty and thank God she speaks good English. At least someone who can converse rather than a wall dressed up with laces. I was looking at her and I told her that I have a good friend at KK and he is from the Philippine as well. I got to know she is a Tagalog from Manila. As we chat and I asked general issues about Philippine such as the geography and race, she end up explaining the difference between Visayas and the Bisaya. Okay I did get it wrong when I think that Visayas only inhibit at Luzon. Hahhaa. I am being sincere in telling you my silly bumps and stupidity as well.

We conversed more about the Philippine and nothing really shows up except that I am repeating some of the older stories I heard from my friend and she reaffirming it. That is the best way to kill my time although it is a lame thing to do. What do you expect me to do? Fondle her and say love is all around and I see stars? No!

Suddenly, she told me that, somehow she can actually speaks Japanese. Wow, instead of ditching her as an unholy object of lust or so; I found myself amazed. I was trying to learn Japanese since I am eleven and I hardly read Chinese. There in front of me, a Tagalog who can actually converse in Japanese. This time, I pull myself and face her instead of glancing at her and talk. I know that is rude but I just do not want any unforeseen things to happen since we men are susceptible to sexual offers and pornycation. It is easier to turn down rather than to feel guilty after hours of reflection. I think she is different and I thought to myself, why not try to have a warmer conversation. After all, If Jesus did save a prostitute from being stoned to death; who am I to be rude and crude to a girl even though she had a very nasty job.

We continue to chat and we get more fond of each other and to my laughter we are gossiping like girls. Wow, I never thought I would do that. Actually, she is also a Catholic and that makes me feel that something is not right. I continued to talk to her as she exposed more of her stories. She told me about his Portuguese boyfriend at KL. I felt like I am talking to a lost friend except for the pushy mama-san, the grandmother of whore pimp. A tomboy who wear and dance like a man who keep of pushing me to gulp my whiskey. I hate people interfering with my whiskey as I enjoy to sip my whiskey and the after taste. I see people who do that to me as rude. Fuck you 50 years old retirement-golden-age pimp. You should enjoy cheaper passage offered by MAS and travel the world. Goddamn it!!

We continue to chat; unsure but I did end up with giving her quality advice which I deem as something for those who worthy and deserving enough to me. I do not give that quality of advice to my contractor's engineer as his boss is a big fucking acne between my balls. I actually persuade her to be a tourist guide at Kota Kinabalu. If you are living in KK, you know how many Japs and Korean are around. People with her ability are priceless in the tourism field. I told her to finish her contract which lasted another ten more months and move on with better prospect.

Ten months is actually a long, tormenting and aching period of time if you work in this nasty field. Considering it as the oldest profession in the world. I do not think her boyfriend could actually buy out her contract with the price tag of RM16k. I was shocked and actually partly angry. I mean a Chinese man can actually live by abusing girls into prostitution. I would die in starvation during a human rights rally rather hurting people. I hardly abuse animal except for block-headed flies who fly around my cabin. Sometime the sweaty contractors come into my cabin with extra ordinary guess, the flies.

She actually could make it into tourism either in the hotel industry or being a tourist guide. She told me she understand basic and even write. Viola! She actually worth more than that chicken barn. She lamented she did the wrong decision and did not look up of her qualities. I smile and console her. After an eye-opening chat, we move to another topic.

She refused to tell me why she is very angry with her parents although she send almost RM2k a month to them. I told her we should not be living with grudge toward our parent. She confessed she is angry and will not return home. She have being very angry for the past two months. two months? I asked her why? Perhaps I can say something soothing and perhaps mend back they daughter-parents relationship.

She told me she was married. I am not surprised as I can see that from her body. The body of a married woman. Is not that she have yo-yo fats around her nor stretch marks, it is because of.. I am not sure but but instinct told me so. She is angry with her parent since signing the contract as a GRO at the pub and with all the tremendous amount of monies sent back home, her parent actually gave her son away to her ex-husband. I mean ex-boyfriend since they are not married. The parent did not like their relationship and if I am not wrong, her son is born out of wedlock.

As you all know and gone through, early adulthood is pretty challenging and people tends to do silly things. However, since her parent are strict Catholics and have a high hope on her; it is to their dismay to discover that she was pregnant. Philippine's education system is not a cheap education system. You have to pay for your offspring's education at a really high price therefore makes disappointed parents goes hay wired.

As she travel to Malaysia or got cheated in to our Boleh Land, her parent actually surrendered her son back to his boyfriend without her knowledge and her consent. Oh my God Lord. Another standard story of shitpileheads reappear.

I hate when peoples tend to punish the newly born due to their parent's mistake. I mean that is no sense. What grave mistake do that newborn did? That make us the so-called pious one actually a hypocrite. I felt for her misery and her angsts. I told her that I understand how she feel and do agrees that what her parent does was totally wrong constitutionally and morally. I pat her back and tell her not to worry rather than to fuel her up. There is no point to do so. I just wish that she could trace back and be reunited with her beloved son. I told her the story of my dog as well. Story of my dog Sumo would never be amiss when I relate a topic of compassionate love.

As we continued, we are briefly thwart by the mama-san. Last time it was about my drink and this time is about taking that girl home. I told the mama-san off. I said, "With all of my respect, I treat her like a friend. I have to call my wife later and will be busy with some reading". I did not even give any room for rain check possibilities. I hate assholes. She thanks me.

I see. When she thanks me, I know that she is probably a victim of a prostitution ring. I do not want to get involve. If she promised herself to refresh her Japanese at the library during the day, why should I be bothered. Sometimes, bad things do happened and it is best to let it be around in equilibrium rather than to get into any possibility of trouble.

As the time drawn near to midnight I told my acquaintance it is time for me to leave. The band is playing their last song for their second time slot. They say they would walk me home. I appreciate it as I do not want to get involve with any drunkard as well.

I hug her and tell her to remember my advice. (That hug is a hug you normally do at church between two different gender congregation or friends. It is a sign of warmness without having a body contact with her). I want her to feel that at least some people do understand her.

As I walk back home, my acquaintance actually reveal that these girls were tricked into this kind of work. They never wanted it but some bitches and dick heads actually making a living of their sins. I nodded and I told him that, that is life. At least there are possibilities of change within her after my advices.

Perhaps we are so often mistaken them as sexual objects or fantasy toys. Now, I realized that it is wrong to label them so as they can be warm just like your best friends. Please do understand that their condition and at most time, they themselves do not want you to pay for their service. They just want to do their time and get the hell out from that barnyard after being lured by some dick heads. Your ignorance of these dick heads modus operandi is the key to these events. If we can write a Bill in our constitution and our corrupt society do go hard against favor-with-conditions sexual service, we will find these beautiful peoples are doing decent jobs at the mall and offices. By the way, not all prostitutes are stupid and not worthy for a warm chat. They can be very bright but they are victims of their own struggle toward a better living as promised at our BOLEH LACUR country.

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May God be with you girls always, shower you with strength against evils and a light to walk you out from earthly hell. May God be merciful upon your grave mistake.


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Sunday, November 2, 2008

The raping of Penans! YBs - I need a word with you

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The Penan rape case has been the big new throughout Malaysia especially Sarawak last month. I was not ready to make any comment about the situation currently but I am really pissed of how the Dayaks themselves respond toward this particular incident.

What is not true about this incident? How come it is not true? For sure this is an open story about the misery of the young Penans who are trying to get education but end up get raped. The problems about this claim are, the name of those rapist (God Damn you, may you be rot to death!), the exact time and the exact date of the incident. They have been raped every since.

Anyone of you who are familiar with areas from Baram until Lawas know this story. I am sorry, this is no more a story, it is something we heard almost everyday. I can be assure I only heard these stories but I have never encounter the real scenario but who am I to fight for them. I do not have any good proof the whole things are not merely claims. These are the real ordeal of the Penans.

I am sorry to say that even our Dayak Brothers have no empathy for these Penans. They even have the guts to say the Penans are merely liars and filled with stories. Contradict to their claim, I was once caught in a situation where I met with a Penan couple. At first, I observed from far since I have never met them before. I guess it is best to check and see. I knew they are reserve people but I am not so sure what are the issues that brought them near by. Slowly I got to know they just need to fix their solar panel. These Penans know about electrical wiring so I basically accept that the atmosphere will be calm and if I got to talk to them, they are reasonable.

I steps move toward them. They look at me and they are clueless since I have the look of a Chinese but deep inside me, I am a pure native who have some sympathy for their oppression. This is a good chance to talk to them and get true stories from them first hand. There will be make ups as well as now Spinning Doctor to spin the real story around.

I sat down close to them. It is true that they are timid and very reserved. I give them a warm smile and say hello. It is not easy to talk to them since they are victims of much aggression and discrimination. I understood this and I move a little bit slower. I calm down, I gave them another smile and ask them what is up? They briefly replied that their solar panel need some wiring. This is direct current wiring and some testing need to be done. Direct current wiring is not an easy thing to do as any small defect can actually create spark and cause fire. Generally, DC is much more dangerous compare to Alternate current (AC) like we often use at home and taken for granted.

To my surprise, I thought they only can communicate in Kelabit but then, they speak in Malay. Wow! I struck gold. I can actually communicate more like this. I have been reading superficially about the Penan. Not much are documented on history books by Oxford Publication so as the British archive. I never expect anything solid or truth in our local books. All if not most are recreations of Spinning Fuckers and their agendas.

Since I have shown my sincerity as I chat with them, they are driven to tell me more and there goes everything. I actually talked and reconfirm the facts I have read previously. Much are truth by the foreigner in their writtings and less, much less of truth by the local publication. A lot of visiting NGOs felt their miseries. You will be a believer and your conscience will tell you something need to be done.

Very small amount of them these days wear loin cloth. I saw them couple of times when I stroll around but they often shy away. The ladies are very beautiful behind those scar of abuse and the dirts of their hard life. Only by then I understand, my warm generosity, smile and my willingness to approach them did not make any different. That is why they have yet to reply my smile.

These Penans that I have encountered are no more nomads. They have settled down just like the others, only that they are substantially lack of prime necessities such as clothings and food. Their daily activities still maintain the same. They still survive by the jungle. They hunt for food and at most time, their kills is the only source of income. They trade their kills. Sometime they sell it for a really low price in comparison to their effort. Beside hunting, occasionally they generate their income by doing hard labor. They carry jerry cans of fuel and stove tank for hours for the use of the local Kelabit. They actually contribute to the Kelabit by giving them the option for cheaper goods compare to the flown in goods which are highly priced.

Talking to them make feel really sad. They are the Dayaks as well. The natives of Sarawak but when I look at myself, I really pity them. I guess a warm chat would at least help them to forget their misery for while. Other Dayaks excel peacefully and some even abuse their facilities by doing a lot of other unscrupulous work regardless of the subsidy given to them. The Bidayuhs at Bau have a few highway to their village and the Penans? They only hope that their rights are recognized. They have never ask for roads. They do not mind walking a few hours to school and by luck be hike a lift by some passerby. What do they get the end?

The mutilation of the virgin jungle and raping of their virgin daughters.






Is that the way to repay the Penans? The Penans did not ask for the whole vast land. They only need some land as it is part of their life, their culture and their religion. What do we do? Penan have endured ordeals throughout the years. Recently, the Kedayans are abuse where their land are taken for Palm Oil.





Talking about Palm Oil, I myself have even gone through the agreement between the People and the Power of Attorney (hereafter known as PA) and also the agreements between PA and the local. What do they get? A YB (Yang Batut, Yang Bodoh, Yang Buta) who are actually motivating them to do so for better and stable income. I was laughing and I was thinking to myself, the Dayaks actually need protection within their own society and leaders. The bullies usually are Dayaks who are kind of smarter by-10grams-more-brain. At certain time their ATP managed to transform to ADP and produce energy (to party). This will subsequently contribute to some logical thinking. They have been storing a lot of ATP when consuming liquids originated from fermented rice, malt and corn. Or Else, dead man walking. My Lord!

I often lecture the locals, never ever sign a PA Agreement regardless of the deal. I wish I could travel from village to village and tell them, forget about Palm Oil. The palm oil generate nothing. Perhaps the most, you get RM120/month when it start to mature. Even Bio-diesel licenses are priced very low now. Nobody want to do Bio-diesel. Forget about the trivia and walla-walla about Jatropha. It is very expensive to actually produce Bio-diesels compare to cow dung and green energy. You are still generate carbon as the end of the process. You better do direct selling and in case of any failure you can still trade your bag and manual for a refund. You can earn RM300/month with your 0.2Ft² hand phone and a capital of RM300 daily. Selling reload coupon as you enjoy coffee and loafing around with your checker board at coffee house. One acre is about 42k++ Ft². You do the mathematics, please.

That is the easiest and lamest idea could give. Think about investment and Eco-tourism. I am hinting some of my bigger idea.

Let me tell you the cost of a virgin jungle is about RM2K to RM3K an acre for palm oil. By using this trick the perpetrator start poison their mind. At the end of the day most Dayak fall into their trick and sign a lease of two cycles; each cycle is 30 or 60 years. So that Dayak actually lost their land. What is RM120/month today. Sixty years from now, what is RM120/month? A lot of Ibans regretted their action of using their NCR land for Palm Oil. Initially they bought used Mercedes and then now? Their kids are working with the plantation at the same if not lower rate compare to the Indonesian (Mat Indon) and the Timorese (Ohm!). The details? Ask your YB who actually proposed it to you to tell you and then you tell me. YBs are the one who actually gave and drunk the local with beers and liquors. Publicly just before harvest festival, he slurred condemning his own people. Now, after victimizing the local Dayaks, the Dayaks do not even entitle for any State Level Gawai celebration? Why is that?

The oil royalty in billions of Ringgit and the timber you export to foreign country is not sufficient to even play host for us the Dayaks for once a year Gawai Dayak Celebration?

The Sarawak Government “politicized” the Gawai while branding SDNU and SADIA as opposition organization. Both SDNU and SADIA are not registered under the category of “political organization”. Who are these buggers? You surf the net and check them out!

SADIA Boss, Anthony Nait Mani is another bloody idiot. He was booted out from KOR RELAWAN SETIA NEGARA for all sort of breaches. You can actually check his back ground with the Justice Department or so. Please surf http://krsn-ptcm.org/new-page-2.htm for more information. He contested at state level under Parti Negara (winning 100 votes only) during the election. I think SADIA opposed it so that they can actually hold the event with lots of MANI (money money moneeyyy!) to spare for their pocket! If not they are just *tutttt* moles to weaken us, the Dayaks.

They are talking about workshop such as "Impact of fuel hike to...". Hello, if I can actually take pre-caution steps and secure myself with better pay job how come you did not even able to take pre-caution steps for the Dayaks? Do you read books? Are you all in SADIA are plain stupid?

For your knowledge, during this festival there are no Haram foods served. Tuak are serve to those who are non-muslim who want to taste it. Basically it is for the tourist. Now, we lost an important event in the tourism calender. What is dragon boat and regattas compare to this festival which actually shows the gratitude of the local paddy planter for a year of abundant? You tell me. Talking about the social integration and all those shit proposed by our federal Ministry of urbanization.

Some of our politician gave more money to support their political alliance during the General Election which is few hundred times fold comparing for a state level Gawai Dayak feast. You are getting daring and that is what I am assuming.

Can somebody actually and physically help me to screw some of our YBs. Twist their ear or kick their groin. Merely idiots who are living on credit I guess, that is why he is really boot licking hard if not scratching balls to pay their due and bills. If a politician is living on credit, he actually is unfit and should serve no role in any development program of speech. They will just squander the grant even if that grant are meant to buy trophies for young Dayak kids football match. I was wondering, why do we or our hopeless leader install such idiots around? Get caught for CBTs? How can someone be so reckless to be caught doing so? Pure stupidity and nerve of plastic. Smart people never get caught or published in the internet for their crime. If they get title such as Dato' and Dr., then I must be GOD.




I am shocked that most of our leaders, the Dayak leaders are unfit arseholes on the loose. Can you tell me how their brain work? I am talking about sustained growth and talking about long period income such as royalty. Embarking of progressive economy and all those easy but realistic ideas. As I am tired preaching the Dayaks, some smart-fool arseholes managed to convinced more Dayaks with less brain.

Come on you YBs, do not tell me that you have less exposure compare to me, a thirty years old dude. If I am your leader, damn; you know what to expect. You would not even talk about jobs as civil servant or salary. You are talking about generating wealth!


Bunuhlah Ayam Yang Bodoh Demi kesejahteraan Rakyat Tuanku!



I remember Joseph Pairin and Co. told youngster not to ink their skin as it is hard to get job with the uniform departments such as the Fire Department. Hello, chief. this time you are really ought to be booted out. Immigration Department has just increase their quota to 30% for non malay which put your KadazanDusunMurutRunggus to fight with the Chinese, Indians, Sarawakians, Malaysian Philaks and Malaysian Indons for that spot. Next five years, Ohms will also be recruited into that 30% quota. The ink is very much the tertiary issues. See how our Chief thinks, very much out dated. I got three offers for Government vacancies and I never bother to come for the interview. I gave it for my dearest Dayaks to get some job. We are talking about wealth. Who cares if Sir Richard Bronson gets a tattoo if he own an Island.





YBs, we are not as stupid as you think. We are much clever than you have ever thought! We are much capable then you wish. You all would wish us to be death because we can outdo you at anytime. Before we go for that option, we give you another chance to use your brain. Even ostrich and whale have brains. Even if it is tiny, it would help to rather than to use your knee cap. I myself give you an ultimatum of three years. If the Dayaks is still not taken care and our rights are not recognize then I have to say sorry for being rude. You will be thrown out of job and opt to do Tagal fishing once a year as you enjoy your retiring days with your pension money. Your gratuity finished to settle your personal loan.

We move on to the top to continue to fight for our native rights.

It is time for reformation and it suppose to be from the root. Not politic but economy. Come and help me to reform the Dayaks.

Nothing political but more on economy exposure. I believe a good grip in economy means a good grip to the politic. If the Jews can be powerful at the Capitol Hill with no more than seven million Jews in the world why not the Dayaks be powerful within Borneo itself. I never want anything racist but a better Dayak living standard for now. Later, I wish to liberalize them and build them as a progressive communities.

Back to the story of these Penans whom I met. They told me a lot of stories which actually humiliating and really discrediting the Dayaks themselves. But I hope that by being frank and transparent with these stories, the younger Dayak can actually see the wrong doings of the older generation. If we have better proof, never count out the possibilities of accountabilities by this so-called older generation. We are not talking about them being incompetent or ignorance but an act of being a corrupt.

I heard that is why most of the Penans did not afford an identity card and to my shock, Malaysian get their first IC for free unless we lost it or any possible reason. They say they have to pay one of official (let us keep it anonymous since this article behave only as eye opener and shall not be use for any reference or affidavit). They continued by saying that a particular old officer is demanding RM400 per IC as a fee for him to travel to town. Some get it, mostly did not! I told them IC are important document. I rather die without money than without my IC. At least I got to die with honorable funeral. They laughed.


Is it so hard to fulfill what they really want?


They told me more secrets which I will not spill out here. Let it be between me and them. I know their sufferings and I have actually taken a course in my life to actually fight for my Dayak peoples. I have achieved the paramount level of my career and now, I choose income stability (economy is currently down, I opted to work after I read a journal about the future recession after the Olympic Game and I shall resume to business later)and to propel forward the fight for the Dayaks.

I also would like to take this opportunity to say sorry to the Penans for the wrong doings and the bad treatment from my country and also by my Dayak brothers. Maybe this article will actually start something impulsive to assist the Penan within the ordinary people (if we are not graded as peasant or pariah). They are one of the prodigal building block in building a solid foundation to the true liberal and progressive Dayaks.

I pray that the Legal system of Malaysia, all the Honorable Lordships, Agencies and the people to be at least be more sensitive to the need of the Penans. I have no hope for the police and so forth; so-called lacker, incompetent, tax money wasting, you-name-it agencies.

To all the
YB You-Know-Who-You-Are,
please be prudent!


Do not give

"Donno, ya meh?",
"
Wa engchai o",
"
Wo pu che tau leh",
"
Nyai engti boh..hemehhh? Mo konen leh.. tiauuuuu..",
"
Apa tek? Sik tauk kamek eh. Menar.. Lilahh.. Sumpah, menar tokkk",
"
Nama Utai chak. Amatkah? Apuuuuuuuu, tusah enti baka nya",
"
Uih.. Uih.. errr...Am kelik",
"
Doi ku pu'an, doi nya'a sikien bih. Tok keh serita muu tih bai?",
"
Dbei Tao Nou Agei",
"
Nakuro?"

and all those varieties of the same excuse. It is so lame, even nowadays eight years old kid will not accept that kind of excuse. If you cannot afford to take care, just surrender. By the way, who are you, a petty political stake holder like you will not have much chances in winning contract. Do not waste time! I saw YB begging to subcontract my project. The most you will get is the smell of money to buy you over to opposition.


I am fighting. Please no pressure, pleaseeee!!


It is better than to sell you people for Palm Oil project with a tiny RM++,+++. commission. One fart you could finish it.

People are getting smarter very fast dear YBs and so as your political career. Do not be surprise on why out of a sudden the peoples are too smart and daring enough to ask for your head. You are "Amput'ed" by the tree trunk if you can feel it yourself (amput babui-tied piggies in Kayan Language). You are about to get slaughter if you proved to be unworthy. See you at the abattoir, you lame ducks!

Musa Aman, stop your nephews from making mockery of the Dusun from Bingkor. They are having good sweet times spiking innocent girls' drink with 'goodies' and then **you imagine what-refer to the post title**. Rape and reap are two different words, so choose which one to be significantly traceable to the community and the RAKYAT.

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