I've heard of the news of the bus accident. Terrible news, saddened and it remind me of the highway occured some years back during Hari Raya holiday in Cegar Perah, Pahang. Two bus collided (i was on the same road passing the accident spot 45minute before the accident).
Why do these horrible accident occured? Our government and responsible Authorities will always blame the driver... classic case.
I've driven in Aussie, i've driven in Sri Lanka, in Singapore, in Thailand, in Dubai and of course in Malaysia. My roommate is French, originate from a province near to German Border, situated the fame no speed limit highway named Autobahn.
That highway system is so safe that a car can travel to wutever speed the driver want. And it's that safe.
Malaysia highway? Hmm well i was a frequent user of the PLUS highway, and it's in bad condition. Compare it to singapore highway (superb surface) and Dubai highway (no pothole!). And i'm too a frequent user of the trunk road connecting Kota Bharu and Kuala Lumpur, via Gua Musang, Kuala Lipis and Raub. Any of you used these road before will understand the state of our road. The driver really need to be good in handling the corner and chicane (and one hairpin-like corner in Merapoh). And these roads are dark, no light except for interchanges or town.
The attitude of a driver play a small but vital role in driving, but the more crucial aspect in safety is the machine we're driving and the tyre we're using and the condition of the road. All these factor are, no doubt, not within the driver's control while on the road.
The road.... i started driving since i was 15, and been driving for 16years already. In Malaysia, almost everyday i saw at least one pothole on the roads. On the highway, the surface of the pavement, too smooth (yes good for comfort), provide less grip and it's slippery when wet. And i really think the roads should be light up. Take Dubai for example, all road are as bright as in the day (okay, accident always happened here in Dubai sebab most of the driver is the bodoh nak mampus nyer type).
The machine... how many of us really car bout our car's tyre, suspension and breaking system? I think most will always go for cheaper price and ignore the quality. That's a factor which is within our control but will be out of control while we drive. Of course, good spareparts are expensive in Malaysia, since our salaries are sarcastic! And how many of the driver really car the bunga of the tayar?
The driver... Will you all agree if i said, none of the driver want to be involved in an accident? Before we hit the road, we always pray for safe journey. So all drivers want to be safe and doesn't want to be in an accident. Speed doesn't kill. Reckless driver, drunk driver, mobile phone user, changing cd, lit-up ciggy, one hand of stering wheel, and any other activities in a car will lead to loss concentration (even a second) and only then the accident might occur. But of course, these factors are not quantified, so it's easier to blame the speed. Take our driving school for example... all school use the super duper small kancil as training car, and all student are required to drive at 50kmh only ( i think) or maybe less.
The Government... yes there're aplenty campaign of safe driving and stuffs. But i belief our government should do more in tackling the road and machine issue. After all, we citizen elect the government.
As car technology progresses, drivers skills and attitudes too must developed. Don't be like drivers in Dubai.
Anyway, i doubt the accident count will go down ever. But to all reader, small thing we can do, be on our own campaign. Drive safely, respect others. If we can'r educate other people on safe driving, at least we can educate ourself..
Am i right?
Friday, August 17, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
24 days and counting...
Today, 3pm, Etihad ticketing office in Downtown Dubai... I'm smiling.
In my palm, a piece of paper, so valuable it's priceless (err actually it cost me Dhs2530) and it'll determine my next destination.
The journey of The Motorcycles Diaries continue....
...and Leaving On A Jet Plane keep on singing in my head.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
hhhhmmmmm ...
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...
And i'm counting the days, i'm planning for all those days.
11/9/07 - Collect my house key, a key for house number J1-19.
In my palm, a piece of paper, so valuable it's priceless (err actually it cost me Dhs2530) and it'll determine my next destination.
The journey of The Motorcycles Diaries continue....
...and Leaving On A Jet Plane keep on singing in my head.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
hhhhmmmmm ...
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...
And i'm counting the days, i'm planning for all those days.
11/9/07 - Collect my house key, a key for house number J1-19.
Friday, August 10, 2007
the meaning of 50 degree Celsius
I'm looking at the mirror on the closet, and my mind is saying "Damn this guy is HOT!".
Yes indeed i am dat damn hot... who doesn't? 3 months of hard labor working under Dubai's summer sun. From June with temperature hovering around 40 degree C to August, temperature at noon is reaching 50 degree C. Even with the compulsory 3 hours lunch time from 12pm to 3pm, it's still hot to work at any other hours. And the condition, which keep on burning my, i think, fair skin and turning every exposed bit of myself into a tanned color. And yes, i'm hot..... and burning now.
August is indeed the hottest month here and the hottest news is that, my leave application has been approved. So guys, expect me to be in Malaysia from 7th September onward, but of course, if i managed to get the flight ticket.
And August too is the month my house is fully completed and i can collect the key already. So that's one of the main reason i'm going back early of September. Actually it's better for me to go back mid of a month (kan u kan?), but since September is Ramadhan, and October is Raya, i've chosen to go back earlier. Finger cross.... please Emirates, give me the ticket!
Day by day, i'm getting bored of being an Engineer... (why the heck i chose this profession??!), and i feel like owning an eating place or a coffee shop (a Thai kopitiam perhap...). Maybe i should think of this idea more seriously kan? Eating place in Kuala Lumpur, sure laku cos we Malaysia love to eat. Since i'm moving to Kota Damansara soon, will the idea of opening a coffee shop there will work? and generate profit?
Maybe i should try....
Yes indeed i am dat damn hot... who doesn't? 3 months of hard labor working under Dubai's summer sun. From June with temperature hovering around 40 degree C to August, temperature at noon is reaching 50 degree C. Even with the compulsory 3 hours lunch time from 12pm to 3pm, it's still hot to work at any other hours. And the condition, which keep on burning my, i think, fair skin and turning every exposed bit of myself into a tanned color. And yes, i'm hot..... and burning now.
August is indeed the hottest month here and the hottest news is that, my leave application has been approved. So guys, expect me to be in Malaysia from 7th September onward, but of course, if i managed to get the flight ticket.
And August too is the month my house is fully completed and i can collect the key already. So that's one of the main reason i'm going back early of September. Actually it's better for me to go back mid of a month (kan u kan?), but since September is Ramadhan, and October is Raya, i've chosen to go back earlier. Finger cross.... please Emirates, give me the ticket!
Day by day, i'm getting bored of being an Engineer... (why the heck i chose this profession??!), and i feel like owning an eating place or a coffee shop (a Thai kopitiam perhap...). Maybe i should think of this idea more seriously kan? Eating place in Kuala Lumpur, sure laku cos we Malaysia love to eat. Since i'm moving to Kota Damansara soon, will the idea of opening a coffee shop there will work? and generate profit?
Maybe i should try....
Friday, July 27, 2007
Something Fishy, fishee, fishey
Friday the 27th of July 2007.
Woke up at 9am to the smell of nasi lemak. Yup, nasi lemak in dubai. Haven!
The rest of the day was like a gloomy day (well the sun still shine as bright though), dunno wut to do. Reading some blog on my bed. I worked for full 6 days, 12 to 15 hours a day and been waiting for an off day. But when the day really come.... nuthing happened. I guess my life is getting bored.
Anyway, with no plan and my French roommate is still snoring, i decided to follow one of my housemate, go to the fish market, to buy some fish, vege and fruit. After an hour walking on the wet floor, a place full of indian, we settled for ikan merah (for kari kepala ikan) and ikan pedang (i named it myself). Wonder? well ikan pedang is a fish look like ikan parang but thinner and less boney. Taste good deep fried. Especially if u renjis some sos ikan cap sotong and some sugar and water.. yummy! Some of you know this secret of the way i deep frying a fish.
Fish market situated hear to Gold Souq, an area around Naif Road, famous for textile, Indian and Pakistanis. Gold Souq is totally goldish! (is there such word?). Well, i'm not really into gold. Last time i bought them was for my engagement way back in 2005. Row and row of shops selling nuthing else but gold. The price, around Dhs82 per gram inclusive of handling charges for 22 karat gold, equivalent to grade 916. This area is i think as big as Masjid India area and all shops sell gold, hence the Gold Souq.
My weekend end at 9pm... very abrupt!
Oh yeah, i have with me 2kg of cherry... (damn it's hard to get cherry nowadays) i'll be bz with Cedric tonite... with Smirnoff and cranberry and apple juice.
Absofuckinglutely bliss!
Woke up at 9am to the smell of nasi lemak. Yup, nasi lemak in dubai. Haven!
The rest of the day was like a gloomy day (well the sun still shine as bright though), dunno wut to do. Reading some blog on my bed. I worked for full 6 days, 12 to 15 hours a day and been waiting for an off day. But when the day really come.... nuthing happened. I guess my life is getting bored.
Anyway, with no plan and my French roommate is still snoring, i decided to follow one of my housemate, go to the fish market, to buy some fish, vege and fruit. After an hour walking on the wet floor, a place full of indian, we settled for ikan merah (for kari kepala ikan) and ikan pedang (i named it myself). Wonder? well ikan pedang is a fish look like ikan parang but thinner and less boney. Taste good deep fried. Especially if u renjis some sos ikan cap sotong and some sugar and water.. yummy! Some of you know this secret of the way i deep frying a fish.
Fish market situated hear to Gold Souq, an area around Naif Road, famous for textile, Indian and Pakistanis. Gold Souq is totally goldish! (is there such word?). Well, i'm not really into gold. Last time i bought them was for my engagement way back in 2005. Row and row of shops selling nuthing else but gold. The price, around Dhs82 per gram inclusive of handling charges for 22 karat gold, equivalent to grade 916. This area is i think as big as Masjid India area and all shops sell gold, hence the Gold Souq.
My weekend end at 9pm... very abrupt!
Oh yeah, i have with me 2kg of cherry... (damn it's hard to get cherry nowadays) i'll be bz with Cedric tonite... with Smirnoff and cranberry and apple juice.
Absofuckinglutely bliss!
Monday, July 23, 2007
That Grand Canyon Trip 2007
The sight of mighty rock formation raise high above sea level, deep Canyon with a river flowing, cliff as high as KLCC Twin Tower faced with tonnes and tonnes of red rock and the whole area is a barren land. No sight of life form living except for some tuyuk, pok katok and pok kor. That were the scene greeted my friends and I when we first Arrived at the Grand Canyon on Friday.
Reality check, again... Well, the scene, which greeted me on Friday were more or less like what I’ve described just now, except for the place name is Al Ain. And it's not barren, there're plenty of life form there and dates, lots and lotsa dates... And Pakistanis too. Al Ain situated some 100km from Dubai, a town built by Sheikh Zayed some thousand of years back It’s located in the Emirates of Abu Dhabi. Hmm well, actually, maybe he built it somewhere in 1800s or 1900s, I don't know. Don't really dig into this country history that much. Thousand of years sound more dramatic for a story, don't you think? Anyway, I arrived there around 5pm and headed to Al Ain Oasis right away. Main reason of going there is to go to this particular Oasis. It's not a nomad community or Bedouin village but a dates farm. Not where you'll find your date but where you'll be eating the dates. Okay, not that kinda 'eat' okay, eat the date as in fruit. It's a big farm, some hundreds of acre I thing with a superb road system and full of Pakistanis. We bought a stack of date for dh10, freshly cut from the tree.
Upon exiting one of the farm exits, I came across two camels and a horse stable, which was full of shit. But since that was the first time I’m seeing a camel, couldn't help but to snap some pixies. Next to the small stable is a goat market. Goat market is a market where herdsmen’s sell goats, pretty obvious I think. Oh, anyway, the herdsmen’s are Pakistanis. There’re big goat and small goat, and some sheep. At least, that's what I called the entire goat. Smelly creature! My friend, who stayed in Sudan before and have some knowledge bout goat's family tree, told me that this is goat, that is garoof, that one is khibas, beside it is lamb and there rest is Pakistanis. We end up purchasing a brown color goat for dh300. So cute, but 10minute after that the goat end up dead! Slaughtered! Huar huar huar (please laugh in sinister mode, thank you).
Before we left Al Ain, we all when to a mountain called Jabeel Hafeet. Bout 1000m or more in height and the journey was like driving up to Genting, minus the cold weather and that superfast sentra taxi. It's a mountain with a hotel on top, minus the casino, of course. The view was splendid, I supposed, if there's no dust/haze of cloud. It does remind me of my trip to Mount Berinchang last February, driving up for a nice view but was greeted with cloud which pretty much covered the scene. The short trip ended around 8pm after we head down from the mountain and stopped at the mountain’s toe at Green Muqarrabah. A nice garden and river stream. Full of peoples. Didn't managed to snap any nice night view photo as I don't have the tripod with me, darn!
Anyway, tomorrow will be having goat for dinner, which is by now, appropriately called mutton. And sad thing is, I can't really eat mutton that much cos it make my blood doesn’t goes upstairs’ or goes up to much. Does this mean I’m having high blood pressure or low blood pressure symptom? But never had that problem when I eat the cow meat. Hmm hopefully not, or else I can't eat that juicy Korea meat anymore. Yummy So kalbe.
I traveled here and there but I’m getting nowhere. I just wanna go home.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aporn
Reality check, again... Well, the scene, which greeted me on Friday were more or less like what I’ve described just now, except for the place name is Al Ain. And it's not barren, there're plenty of life form there and dates, lots and lotsa dates... And Pakistanis too. Al Ain situated some 100km from Dubai, a town built by Sheikh Zayed some thousand of years back It’s located in the Emirates of Abu Dhabi. Hmm well, actually, maybe he built it somewhere in 1800s or 1900s, I don't know. Don't really dig into this country history that much. Thousand of years sound more dramatic for a story, don't you think? Anyway, I arrived there around 5pm and headed to Al Ain Oasis right away. Main reason of going there is to go to this particular Oasis. It's not a nomad community or Bedouin village but a dates farm. Not where you'll find your date but where you'll be eating the dates. Okay, not that kinda 'eat' okay, eat the date as in fruit. It's a big farm, some hundreds of acre I thing with a superb road system and full of Pakistanis. We bought a stack of date for dh10, freshly cut from the tree.
Upon exiting one of the farm exits, I came across two camels and a horse stable, which was full of shit. But since that was the first time I’m seeing a camel, couldn't help but to snap some pixies. Next to the small stable is a goat market. Goat market is a market where herdsmen’s sell goats, pretty obvious I think. Oh, anyway, the herdsmen’s are Pakistanis. There’re big goat and small goat, and some sheep. At least, that's what I called the entire goat. Smelly creature! My friend, who stayed in Sudan before and have some knowledge bout goat's family tree, told me that this is goat, that is garoof, that one is khibas, beside it is lamb and there rest is Pakistanis. We end up purchasing a brown color goat for dh300. So cute, but 10minute after that the goat end up dead! Slaughtered! Huar huar huar (please laugh in sinister mode, thank you).
Before we left Al Ain, we all when to a mountain called Jabeel Hafeet. Bout 1000m or more in height and the journey was like driving up to Genting, minus the cold weather and that superfast sentra taxi. It's a mountain with a hotel on top, minus the casino, of course. The view was splendid, I supposed, if there's no dust/haze of cloud. It does remind me of my trip to Mount Berinchang last February, driving up for a nice view but was greeted with cloud which pretty much covered the scene. The short trip ended around 8pm after we head down from the mountain and stopped at the mountain’s toe at Green Muqarrabah. A nice garden and river stream. Full of peoples. Didn't managed to snap any nice night view photo as I don't have the tripod with me, darn!
Anyway, tomorrow will be having goat for dinner, which is by now, appropriately called mutton. And sad thing is, I can't really eat mutton that much cos it make my blood doesn’t goes upstairs’ or goes up to much. Does this mean I’m having high blood pressure or low blood pressure symptom? But never had that problem when I eat the cow meat. Hmm hopefully not, or else I can't eat that juicy Korea meat anymore. Yummy So kalbe.
I traveled here and there but I’m getting nowhere. I just wanna go home.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aporn
Friday, July 20, 2007
When i'm Grey And Old...
When I’m grey and old…
When you were young, time seem to be standstill and each moment passes by slowly. At the age of early thirty, I’m still single and very much available, even though I’m now started to accept the fate that I might be single. Have to get used to term alone and lonely. Anyway, as I sit here in my site office facing the mirror, running my fingers thru my hair (which are turning into red color) I noticed that among those nicely colored red hair, there’re grey hair, aplenty. Am I old? Nope, but I am growing older and living in Dubai for the past 3 months mean, no sex for quite some times. Well, books said sex could make one look younger and stuff like that. Hm where is my baby yum yum?
Here in Dubai, summer has maketh me a tanned person! Well I don’t really like being tanned, but some of my friends said I look better with tanned skin. Dunno, maybe they are right. After this year summer I think I’ll be a zebra, dark on the outside and fair on the inside… if you know wut I mean. Come summer, come cherry season and it’s considered as cheap, at Dh21 per kg. And the cherry taste dat damns good.
Last nite, while on the way back from Union Coop (a local supermarket) buying the cherry, there on the radio the deejay played Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. Both my roommate, Cedric, and me were almost brought down to tears. Tear, thinking of our girlfriend in Malaysia. (As if I have one, but for me, at least I have peoples I love, period!). Each and everyday, both of us will be talking bout going back to Malaysia as we misses our life there. Yup, my friend is a French but falling in love with a Philippina living in Malaysia, and he love Malaysia so much. And I only can go back somewhere in November, and it has to be on 2nd week or 3rd week only… some of you will know why I choose 2nd and 3rd week.
My last blog post was on 3rd July 07 and I wrote something which made me feel sad, becos at the same date last year, I learnt of something which.. well never mind, nothing else matter, as I’m moving on.
Anyway, 3 months to go before I can go home to Malaysia and 3 months of total agony. By then I think I’ll grow grey hair like Mr. Fantastic.
1.05am, Friday morning, after a brief lepaking session at Jumeirah Beach, I’m here bout to go to sleep and dream of wonderful moments. Jumeirah Beach seems to be located in Cebu instead of Dubai….. Full of Phillipinos tonight.
When you were young, time seem to be standstill and each moment passes by slowly. At the age of early thirty, I’m still single and very much available, even though I’m now started to accept the fate that I might be single. Have to get used to term alone and lonely. Anyway, as I sit here in my site office facing the mirror, running my fingers thru my hair (which are turning into red color) I noticed that among those nicely colored red hair, there’re grey hair, aplenty. Am I old? Nope, but I am growing older and living in Dubai for the past 3 months mean, no sex for quite some times. Well, books said sex could make one look younger and stuff like that. Hm where is my baby yum yum?
Here in Dubai, summer has maketh me a tanned person! Well I don’t really like being tanned, but some of my friends said I look better with tanned skin. Dunno, maybe they are right. After this year summer I think I’ll be a zebra, dark on the outside and fair on the inside… if you know wut I mean. Come summer, come cherry season and it’s considered as cheap, at Dh21 per kg. And the cherry taste dat damns good.
Last nite, while on the way back from Union Coop (a local supermarket) buying the cherry, there on the radio the deejay played Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. Both my roommate, Cedric, and me were almost brought down to tears. Tear, thinking of our girlfriend in Malaysia. (As if I have one, but for me, at least I have peoples I love, period!). Each and everyday, both of us will be talking bout going back to Malaysia as we misses our life there. Yup, my friend is a French but falling in love with a Philippina living in Malaysia, and he love Malaysia so much. And I only can go back somewhere in November, and it has to be on 2nd week or 3rd week only… some of you will know why I choose 2nd and 3rd week.
My last blog post was on 3rd July 07 and I wrote something which made me feel sad, becos at the same date last year, I learnt of something which.. well never mind, nothing else matter, as I’m moving on.
Anyway, 3 months to go before I can go home to Malaysia and 3 months of total agony. By then I think I’ll grow grey hair like Mr. Fantastic.
1.05am, Friday morning, after a brief lepaking session at Jumeirah Beach, I’m here bout to go to sleep and dream of wonderful moments. Jumeirah Beach seems to be located in Cebu instead of Dubai….. Full of Phillipinos tonight.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Dubai Summer Surprises....
Dubai Summer Surprises…..
Here I am again, writing my rants for you all, whoever you are, wherever you live and here in the hot desert in the Middle East, it’s fiesta time! Called Dubai Summer Surprises, with the mascot aptly named Modhesh (and I don’t even know what does it means). It more or less looks like Michelin’s mascot Birbendum.
DSS is a 2 months long festival, lined up by the Dubai Tourism to attract foreigners, especially from the cold West to come here and splurge the Dollar. While most of UAE nationals are heading out of town due to hot weather. Temperature is expected to rise to 50 degree C. Most of the flight tickets to Malaysia, for example, are fully booked till end August. So here I am, stuck in this part of the world and enjoying DSS. Till now, I still can’t figure out why does peoples from all corner of the world come here to Dubai, either to work, stay, vacation or whatever. I mean, this place is hot to an extend the normal tap water will burn your arse (well, you have to wash the shit after you shit right? And seriously, it does burnt your cute arse (or the front section) if you are not careful in handling the speed of the water). One thing good is that, you have hot water all day long, even at nite.
Enjoying DSS? Well, not quite, as I don’t really earn dat much to be able to spend my penny like the Mat Salleh does. But, for the past few days, I did get myself some things. Something like, two pair of Energie jeans, tables and lamp from Ikea, good wine in Hard Rock Café (again!), a pair of Geox shoe. And next in line will be that red hooded sweater hanging in Emporio Armani boutique. The damages.. Energie jeans, Dhs715 & Dhs650, IKEA stuffs Dhs300, wine and baby tee for Dania Dhs300, Geox shoe Dhs645 and the Armani sweat shirt will set me back Dhs650. Well, before I came here, I said it to myself, no more shopping for me at least for a year as I need to clear my debts and save some penny for my new house. But, life is sooooo darn bored here in Dubai and during summer, the only place I can visit are the shopping malls. Period!
Okay… reality checked! DSS, is also where most of the malls having part sale. Geox shoe for Dhs225, Energie jeans for Dhs215 & Dhs260, Ikea stuffs for Dhs200 and HRC bill, still stand at Dhs300 (Aged wine do come with a price!). Oh yeah, I’m not that crazy to buy a sweat shirt for Dhs650. The Emporio Armani sweatshirt is on 50% discount and the price is Dhs325. Hmmmm good bargain eh? Well, hopefully I won’t incur any further damages to my unstable financial status, so do I really need to buy that sweatshirt? Well, since today I felt cheated, I think tomorrow I’ll go n grab that sweatshirt.
Since I came back from Muscat, I’ve been looking for a medium to publish my pics but couldn’t come to a term. I used to upload all pics on flickr.com but too bad the webpage was block by the Government here. Was thinking on slide.com or photobucket.com. I’ve moved to a new villa, a gated community named Arabian Ranch, a smart villa with a touch screen on the wall, controlling the electrical switches in the house. The houses here are like ‘kotak’ (Fyda: no relation to ur anak sedara comel ok), like the houses on an Oasis. Shared a room with the French guy. It’s a nice house with 2000plus channel on the tube. I even have a Thai channel on the list and some interesting channel, 69 TV, Arab Sex TV, LiveArab, Hotsex yada yada yada and channel from Italy, Russia, France, all Arab countries. And 24hrs broadband Internet connection at home but without wireless connection (still working on it) and I can test my webcam after this. Yeah, bought it two weeks ago in Muscat but yet to have the chance to use it.
And for the past week, I’m learning to speak to the Pakistanis, Indian and Japanese, using sign language. Daunting task okay!. Yup, I have to handle two Engineers from the Client side who are Japanese and can’t speak English at all. But he respect the fact that I’m from Malaysia and the fact that I know Goku and Doraemon. And since I know a little bit of Japanese language, so making talking to both of them an interesting encounter. But with the Pakistan and Indian general workers who doesn’t know English, I bantai speak Melayu je….
3 months here and I’m still thinking why the heck I chose to work here (if I earn Dhs30k a month ok le). Malaysia is another 3 months away. I’m so eager to go back to Malaysia and meet you.
But, I have another offer in line… Working in Australia, which I’m really hoping that it will materialize. But, if it does, I hafta find a way to get out of Dubai. My return Etihad’s ticket is valid til November but all seats are fully booked till end August. Well, if I got the job, I have to go to another country, a diversion, in order to go back to Malaysia.
Hmm…. Maybe Venice.
Nice song on my pod, “No one know what’s it like to be mistreated, dishearten … behind the lies”… The wording are full of meaning applied to me currently as my Angel flew away with the pig.
Anyway, i've promised to upload some photos... go to http://www.friendster.com/aporn
Here I am again, writing my rants for you all, whoever you are, wherever you live and here in the hot desert in the Middle East, it’s fiesta time! Called Dubai Summer Surprises, with the mascot aptly named Modhesh (and I don’t even know what does it means). It more or less looks like Michelin’s mascot Birbendum.
DSS is a 2 months long festival, lined up by the Dubai Tourism to attract foreigners, especially from the cold West to come here and splurge the Dollar. While most of UAE nationals are heading out of town due to hot weather. Temperature is expected to rise to 50 degree C. Most of the flight tickets to Malaysia, for example, are fully booked till end August. So here I am, stuck in this part of the world and enjoying DSS. Till now, I still can’t figure out why does peoples from all corner of the world come here to Dubai, either to work, stay, vacation or whatever. I mean, this place is hot to an extend the normal tap water will burn your arse (well, you have to wash the shit after you shit right? And seriously, it does burnt your cute arse (or the front section) if you are not careful in handling the speed of the water). One thing good is that, you have hot water all day long, even at nite.
Enjoying DSS? Well, not quite, as I don’t really earn dat much to be able to spend my penny like the Mat Salleh does. But, for the past few days, I did get myself some things. Something like, two pair of Energie jeans, tables and lamp from Ikea, good wine in Hard Rock Café (again!), a pair of Geox shoe. And next in line will be that red hooded sweater hanging in Emporio Armani boutique. The damages.. Energie jeans, Dhs715 & Dhs650, IKEA stuffs Dhs300, wine and baby tee for Dania Dhs300, Geox shoe Dhs645 and the Armani sweat shirt will set me back Dhs650. Well, before I came here, I said it to myself, no more shopping for me at least for a year as I need to clear my debts and save some penny for my new house. But, life is sooooo darn bored here in Dubai and during summer, the only place I can visit are the shopping malls. Period!
Okay… reality checked! DSS, is also where most of the malls having part sale. Geox shoe for Dhs225, Energie jeans for Dhs215 & Dhs260, Ikea stuffs for Dhs200 and HRC bill, still stand at Dhs300 (Aged wine do come with a price!). Oh yeah, I’m not that crazy to buy a sweat shirt for Dhs650. The Emporio Armani sweatshirt is on 50% discount and the price is Dhs325. Hmmmm good bargain eh? Well, hopefully I won’t incur any further damages to my unstable financial status, so do I really need to buy that sweatshirt? Well, since today I felt cheated, I think tomorrow I’ll go n grab that sweatshirt.
Since I came back from Muscat, I’ve been looking for a medium to publish my pics but couldn’t come to a term. I used to upload all pics on flickr.com but too bad the webpage was block by the Government here. Was thinking on slide.com or photobucket.com. I’ve moved to a new villa, a gated community named Arabian Ranch, a smart villa with a touch screen on the wall, controlling the electrical switches in the house. The houses here are like ‘kotak’ (Fyda: no relation to ur anak sedara comel ok), like the houses on an Oasis. Shared a room with the French guy. It’s a nice house with 2000plus channel on the tube. I even have a Thai channel on the list and some interesting channel, 69 TV, Arab Sex TV, LiveArab, Hotsex yada yada yada and channel from Italy, Russia, France, all Arab countries. And 24hrs broadband Internet connection at home but without wireless connection (still working on it) and I can test my webcam after this. Yeah, bought it two weeks ago in Muscat but yet to have the chance to use it.
And for the past week, I’m learning to speak to the Pakistanis, Indian and Japanese, using sign language. Daunting task okay!. Yup, I have to handle two Engineers from the Client side who are Japanese and can’t speak English at all. But he respect the fact that I’m from Malaysia and the fact that I know Goku and Doraemon. And since I know a little bit of Japanese language, so making talking to both of them an interesting encounter. But with the Pakistan and Indian general workers who doesn’t know English, I bantai speak Melayu je….
3 months here and I’m still thinking why the heck I chose to work here (if I earn Dhs30k a month ok le). Malaysia is another 3 months away. I’m so eager to go back to Malaysia and meet you.
But, I have another offer in line… Working in Australia, which I’m really hoping that it will materialize. But, if it does, I hafta find a way to get out of Dubai. My return Etihad’s ticket is valid til November but all seats are fully booked till end August. Well, if I got the job, I have to go to another country, a diversion, in order to go back to Malaysia.
Hmm…. Maybe Venice.
Nice song on my pod, “No one know what’s it like to be mistreated, dishearten … behind the lies”… The wording are full of meaning applied to me currently as my Angel flew away with the pig.
Anyway, i've promised to upload some photos... go to http://www.friendster.com/aporn
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