Dec 31, 2010

31st day of December. See you next year!

Started my 31st Dec with reports reports.. offline reports....

In the mid of my 31st Dec, I start to call my mum... that was after I saw my colleague called his mum. I have not been calling my mum for a long time. Last working hitch, I didn't even called her. :P
A good start for the mid of the day, my mum kept me laughing for the rest of the day! Hopefully! Now it is now 2pm.

New year is coming.... Surprises kept coming.... 

I am going to countdown my new year by counting down seconds to slumberland.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!!

I love greennnnnnn.....

Dec 26, 2010

On 24 Dec, I was planning to hang my worn sock at the window frame. The idea is to hope someone with big gut and hairy face to drop some gifts into my smelly sock. 

Yes, it is a sock. Singular. ONE sock.

Objective was not achieved. 

I lost my sock! 

No gifts... No sock..... 

It is believed that old guy with big gut and hairy face like worn sock.

Fact: I lost my sock somewhere between my room or laundry...

Dec 13, 2010

Who are you?" or "what are you?"

Who are you?" or "what are you?"

2 young kids walking around in the small space of my room. What are these 2 kids doing on the vessel? One is still standing while one is relaxing on the chair. Talking about creepy, this is more creepy than the guy who kept staring at ladies with the creepy stare and jump out of nowhere just to surprise us.

I am just looking at them while laying on the bed, as if I am awake.

Suddenly the kid came near me. Too near that I started to shout! Aaaahhhhhhh!
Supposedly 2 of my sleeping room mates woke up and open the curtain of my bed.





Eyes open, blinking... I am facing the wall. IT was all dream. A nightmare.
I hope I did not really shout just now.

It did seems real, I just kept calling the name of the Lord silently. Climbing out of my bed while looking around.

I always have creepy nightmares, when sleeping through my sickness.

Dec 10, 2010

Truly Sarawak on MAS

While I was flying from Kuala Lumpur to Jakarta, a couple sat besides me. After giving my fruit cake and Ferrero Roche chocolates to them, the hubby start to chit chat with me. While trying to focus on my Häagen-Dazs Vanilla ice cream compliment from MAS, one part of my brain is thinking where is the melting part, one part trying to continue the conversation with my neighbour. Not an easy task because I ended up talking with him with one sentence each time mostly. I always wanted to eat Häagen-Dazs ice cream, but always think McD ice cream is a better option due to tight budget. My dream comes true on a plane... 


Ok back to the conversation.


He was asking where am I from? As usual, not many people knows about Sarawak. So I told him above Kalimantan, near Brunei. His Malaysian wife suddenly said there is no need for her to use passport when entering Sarawak. I corrected her and told her it is needed. Even for non-Sarawakian (Malaysian) to get a job in Sarawak, they have to get something like job permit.


The husband is in a confuse mode but his Malaysian wife definitely out of the topic. She kept talking about location of Sarawak, when the husband already knows where is Sarawak. The husband is confused because Malaysia have 1 prime minister and Sarawak is part of Malaysia, but Sarawak have this law which sound like Sarawak is a country itself.


Yes, Sarawak have this law to protect Sarawakian. The more I talk about Sarawak, the more I understand about Sarawak. Sarawak is almost a country itself.


Sarawak can be a country, if only there is no old guy, with white hair, betraying Sarawak.


Harapkan pagar, pagar makan padi (“A wolf in sheep’s skin”.)

Dec 2, 2010

Truly Sarawak

Introduction to the country, Malaysia. 
Malaysia Map
This is Malaysia, with 2 parts, mainland/peninsular and island.  There is nothing much to talk about about Peninsular Malaysia because they don't live on tree. Sarawak and Sabah are 2 states of Malaysia which is located on Borneo.


Borneo is shared by three countries, Malaysia, Brunei and Indonesia. That small area between Sarawak and Sabah is Brunei. Let's zoom zoom...


Brunei Map


Sabah and Sarawak surrounding Brunei
Brown area in the map belong to Sabah, while green green is Sarawak.


Do you know that even for Malaysians (non-Sarawakian) entering into Sarawak, have to get an entry stamp, valid only for 3 months?


Example of entry stamp
For non-Sarawakian, when passing through immigration checkpoint between Sipitang and Lawas, remember to stamp out of Sabah once. Then continue to the next booth to get a stamp entering into Sarawak.


At this point, you can truly really experience that Sarawak is special. As if Sarawak is its own country, with its own privilege.

Nov 24, 2010

Your life or his life?

Is your life controlled by what you read or heard?


There is an application on Facebook, Daily Horoscope Advice. I used to get my horoscope advice published on my FB wall everyday. All of it sounded very good. Somehow I felt something amiss.. I tend to fulfill what it wrote on my wall.


I found it is ridiculous.. My everyday life was controlled by something I read! Then I disabled it.


When I was in Taiwan, a 'wise' man told me about my life destiny based on my chinese name in chinese character. According to my name, I have a life which does not sound good for my ears. And that day was my birthday!


All I can do is laugh! It is hard to resist from laughing when I know my life is much better than what he read from my name. 


My life is not belong to anyone but God.
No mortal should read my life.


It is better not to read such nonsense reading. 

Nov 22, 2010

Public Park in Miri

I am someone from Miri. A small town. I wrote about Miri for a contest before, you can read here
I love Miri because it is so small, but too small.


In Miri, whenever friends and relatives come visiting, we would bring them to visit parks. I used to bring my friend to library....


Among many parks in Miri, I like this park. No special reason for liking it.



In this park, their water fountain is int the shape of 'donkey's head. 'Donkey' is a drilling equipment for land oil drilling. You can see many 'donkeys' in Brunei. However in near future, these 'donkey' will start appearing in Miri.


In this park, there is a high tower which looks like an oil rig. It kind of looks like Grand Old Lady, first oil well in Malaysia. Many couples came here for dating because it is very dark up there at night. It is romantic to date here with the stars and no one can recognise them.


Here comes the interesting thing. I like this slides because it is high. Around 5 years ago, my dad and I played the slides. I know we were not young. But who says only young kids can play slides. It is extremely exciting when turning at the corner. wooooooofoooooooooooo.... IT was very fun.


This can be a nice place for wedding photograph, if only there are no rubbish hanging around. Can't figured out how someone would throw the rubbish up. Are they testing the rule of gravity?


Actually the main attraction of this park is their hanging bridge. There are many hanging bridges connected with each other. Really can sweat a lot walking around this park. Not a good park for those who are acrophobia.



The name of this park is Taman Awam (Public Park). The park is sending the message of 'Keep Clean' by arranging many many rubbish bins in front of the sign. This is my favorite photo because of all the rubbish bins. I love rubbish bins. 

Nov 17, 2010

1,3,5

Today is public holiday, Hari Raya Haji, in Malaysia. However too bad, I have to recuperate at home. I am sick.
I can only blame myself for it.

It started on one evening with..

a jog from 5 - 6 pm.
swim from 7 - 8.30 pm
go for a meet up at Afresco.
I called this triple shot in one night.

This triple shot brought me to a meeting of 1 enemy,3 brothers and 5 friends.
One of the 3 brothers is extremely cute, made a fool of myself by giggling like a schoolgirl. Hehehehehehe

I think I catch a cold that night.

The lucky numbers are 5, 3, 1.
3 activities on 1 night, met 1 enemy, 3 brothers with 1 very cute, and 5 friends.

Confused?

Nov 14, 2010

Why I would like to visit Guilin?

CONTEST #3 This is a little harder, but the prize is better. Write a short post on your blog about why you would love to visit Guilin (if you have not visited before) OR why you love Guilin (if you have visited before) and link back to this post. The post which I like best will win! I will keep the prize a secret for the moment. This is for contest #3 panda's blog.


I would love to visit Guilin because I am curious Why is the Panda doing there? 
Is it because there are many bamboo shoot?
Is it because there are Guilin Gao there?
hmnn... are there any Guilin Gao there?


Another reason is so that I can write about Guilin for one year......


I am very fond of nature bu dislike hiking. Guilin would looks like a good place for sightseeing. Guilin is full of interesting nature features and terrain. Although there are mountain, I don't have to climb it to enjoy the mountain. It would be the best to be under the huge rock formation.


We know Elephant can signify many object. In Guilin, it is Elephant Trunk Hill. It would be cool to enjoy the trunk by camwhoring with the trunk, knock the trunk with my hand, tickle the trunk, or perhaps hug a part of the trunk.


Great places comes with interesting people. I am sure their lifestyle are different from Malaysian. Learning how to live in simplicity and how their compromising with the nature would be marvelous. Simplicity can be the best.


It is known that natives from Borneo are actually originated from China. Guilin can be the perfect place in this research, because Guilin seems protected from globalisation. Truly China.


As selfish as I am, I hope Guilin remain untouched by modernisation for year to come, so all its unique characteristic remain attached. Even if modernisation left Guilin alone, global warming would destroy Guilin by rising up of the water. Hence, let's love our nature by reducing burning of fuel, practise 3R (Recycle, Reuse, Reduce). 
Cheers!

Nov 13, 2010

Shh.... I am actually back to blogspot.....

Shh....

I am actually back to blogspot....

This wordpress is too materialistic. Everything is about money here. I am not going to pay just to post Nuffnang's Ad.

I know.. I know.. I only earn RM 3 after 1 year blogging. But there is the fun of watching my Nuffnang Ads disapearing most of the time, and reappearing like magic. It makes my life full of surprises. I know I can't see the Ad most of the time, it is a satisfaction that I am connected to an ad. My earning from Nuff is not even enough to cover it.

Wordpress layout is too professional and no fun. this is my hobby. Hobby supposed to be relaxing and fun, with no restriction. So wordpress bored me...
So bye to wordpress, back to blogspot.

111111 Single Day

On my way to a farewell dinner tonight, radio DJs are talking about lightning wedding in just 20 days after the 1st meting
There was a quiz. From this quiz, supposed that we can know if one day, we are going to have an emergency wedding, what would be the reason.
QUESTION: Among these answers, which advance from a man would make you think it is sexual harassment? (For ladies, I suppose)
(A) Touching at your waist       (B) Touching your face       (C) Pinching your butt     (D) Touching your hand
ANSWER:
(A) Lightning wedding from true love.
(B) Lightning wedding due to circumstance. Some get married to save the relationship, or to ensure the relationship is getting stronger even in bad environment.
(C) Lightning wedding due to pregnant.
(D) Get married just because of rebellion instinct.
.......
This quiz is not reliable at all. Pinching the butt is sexual harassment obviously!!
anyway, 11 nov is single day for man according to this site http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2010-11/11/content_11537489.htm. So I am safe

Couple face

Mind is shutting down as the eyes are starting to shut down...
But fingers are still continue the typing.
________________________________________________________________________________
Recently I went to Sibu, a small town for my cousin's engagement.
Something came to my notice. Many couples around me have couple face. Couple face is a term used when a couple looks like each other (Even if there is no such word as couple face).
My parents are the best example. My mother actually is younger version of my dad.  My cousinsssss and their partner is their own mirror.
It is common that human prefer someone who looks like them. It is something from our unconscious mind.
However do you know that there are more than one person who looks like you!
When someone is having affair, that someone can use the excuse of losing control because the someone found many person who looks like the someone. Just blame the appearance. Or blame plastic surgery.

Things come and go as memory faded

Ignorance is a bliss...
Waiting is a kind of wasting...
Action speaks louder than talking...
Sweet talk is bullshit...
Bitter talk is the fact....
Running away is the short cut...
Dealing with it... The Q is how to deal with it?
Amnesia can be the best way!

Nov 1, 2010

Changing to wordpress

After some trial and error with wordpress, I had decided to change to wordpress. In wordpress, it is more user friendly. I get all the features I always dream about.

But it is still in a mess because I am still tidying it up. Still trying to clean up my bad beginning.

Please welcome to the new ghostynana in http://ghostynana.wordpress.com/

Oct 30, 2010

I will only bribe If I get a receipt for the bribe

Oh my.. Immigration again...


Whenever entering and exiting a country, worst part is the immigration counter.


It is well known that bribery is a common thing at immigration counter. I always heard about immigration officers harass people just to get some under table money. Should I say, Under table money is not so suitable word for this environment, 'Above' table money is more adequate.


You won't feel it is subjective unless it becomes your experience.

28 October 2010, one day after Mount Merapi, Indonesia erupted.
Leaving Jakarta after one night stay at Jakarta Airport Hotel.

When I was going to check-in at Singapore Airlines counter, I realised that my departure card was in my passport when I hand in my passport for Visa processing, and it didn't come back with my passport. This spells T.R.O.U.B.L.E. The kind lady told me that I can refill the form and told the officer that I lost the card. This sound easy.

When it is my turn to chop my passport, the officer asked me to wait and he chased after a Korean (which later my friend/colleague told me that he was asking money from the Korean guy). When he came back, innocently I told him I lost my departure card. He asked me try to look for it again, and I look for it in my back, maintaining my coolness. OF course can't find it!

ME: I can't find it. I lost it when I sent my passport for visa.
IO (Immigration Officer) 1 : Have to have the original one, because there is a stamp behind the card.
ME: So how? *thinking maybe he can deport me from the country*
IO 1: I can help you, but with some administration fee.
ME: How much is it?
IO 1: 350 000 rupiah (35 USD)
ME: Will I get a receipt for it? (trying to figure out how much cash rupiah I have)
IO: Receipt??? (Indonesian usually don't understand the word 'Receipt'. I don't know 'Receipt' in Indonesia language. Sign language is 'write the price on a paper'.)
ME: Whom I am paying it to?
IO 1: Me.
ME: ISN'T THAT BRIBERY?!
IO 1: .....
ME: I don't want to give you the money. I would like to meet your boss.
IO 1: Whose boss?
ME: Your boss.
IO 1: My boss is him (IO 2, the officer at the booth beside him)


IO 2 started to asked questions to IO 1, about my boarding time, how long I stay in Indonesia, what kind of visa I have.



ME: I can pay the money but only with receipt.
IO 2: DID I ASKED MONEY FROM YOU? Who is holding your passport now? (Shouting at me..... Almost cry.....)
ME: You are holding my passport. I trust you. (sending off my sweet and charming smile, while trying to be cool....)

IO 2 started to ask questions, and there is another guy who look kinder asked me questions, where did I stay in Indonesia? What is my business there? Kind of calm me down and boost my confidence.
IO 2 even asked where I get my salary from. I told him the truth.

Suddenly he asked me to go the office.............*office* sound scary.......
Half way he asked me wait there, and he went to another lady officer. The lady officer just write something and it is done. IO 2 gave me back my passport, and I praised him, saying he is good and efficient. Finally he gave the smile.....

A near escape..... A big shock.....

If I really went to the office with the officer, I wonder what will happen then...
If it is in Malaysia, and I am a foreigner, maybe the officer will ask me to strip off and make frog jump...
Stripping off is to make sure I don't hide any weapon under my clothes..
Frog jump is to make sure no drug is hidden in my ass.....
Is Indonesia better than Malaysia?

I still can't believe that they dare to ask for bribe with so many people around.....
No wonder, my dad told me that I have to bribe Indonesia Immigration when go through the immigration...

A simple existence with no meaning left no trace after disappearing from the earth.

Oct 26, 2010

Safety first

These few days, something happen on the gunboat that was reported as First Aid Case, which accident that required first aid attention. As our client is BP, a very strict one, we are having a stand down these 3 days (no operation allowed) because of the case. Investigation Team (IT) from BP is here to investigate the cause of the case, also checking out our safety and quality procedures. IT will be asking us questions which we don't know what it will it be. Our big safety manager sent out an email with some 'soalan bocor (slip questions)' of the 'interrogation'.

*Cut and paste from the email*


Questions they are likely to be asked will be open ended: 

Now is the time to be open, honest and professional but to the point. It is not the time to give a joke, flippant answer or vent any pent up feelings you may have.

Questions such as;  Tell me about what HSE means to you….?  You should have an answer to this question

How do you show Leadership and Commitment……?    Setting the example, ensuring my workers are trained, Holding Safety Meetings, Attending Toolbox Talks, Reporting Accidents, Incidents, Un-Safe Acts and Conditions including Near Misses, ensuring that they have the necessary tools, equipment and PPE.

How do you ensure you and your workers are performing their job safely…..? We hire workers that have experience in their work, We train our workers in their job, We give them the tools, equipment and resources to do their jobs properly and safely We observe our workers performing their work to ensure they are working safely,  We have them follow our Policies and Work Procedures…….

*Our Conclusion from the email*
Scenario: When IT asked us the question
IT: What HSE means to you?
Me: You should have the answer to this questions.

Joking aside, safety is our own responsiblity.
We want to work, and also go home with our hand and toes and nose and ears and eyes and mouth and vital organs attached.
Safety guy in the crew is safety adviser.
The person in charge of safety is the regional HSE guy.

Our commitment as lower level staff in safety is:
- report unsafe act via stop card
- report safe act via stop card 
- practise buddy system, taking care of each other, especially newbies who is wearing orange PPE (usually is green)
- don't do boat to boat transfer without proper PPE and procedures (safety shoes, lifejacket, with someone beside you)

Hopefully all do fine in the 'interrogation' today, so we still can continue the project and get the bonus.

Oct 21, 2010

Koteka

What is koteka?

It is a men's traditional underwear for aborigines in Papua Island.

What is so special about it?

It is made of guord.

You mean it is hard?

It is not only hard, it is also long. And... it even has kawasari's feather at the end of it. You don't have to take off your underwear when you want to pee.You can just pee through it. No need to go to toilet. Your boss would love you wearing it because no time wasted for going to toilet. However this is only applied to koteka in Irian Jaya. Koteka in Papua New Guinea is shorter. Don't ask me why.

Do you find it is hard to show your sexual interest to a lady? Just wear koteka, save you the time and effort to tell the lady you want her pants off or her skirt flying off. Because koteka moved whenever your organ moved.

Want to get a revenge? Just slap the face of your enemy with koteka and claim it as an accident. Who would ever thought an underwear can hurt anyone. Underwear is always the innocent one.




                  

Oct 16, 2010

when your crush said....

when your crush said marriage is not for him/ her yet....
 IT means that he/she is just not into you!


It is just tips anyway.


We may read lots about these kind of tips. However when we ourself is involving in the event of crushing into someone, our mind just lost its way to nowhere. Our mind may lost its logical, its ego, and start doing stupid stuffs. 


Our mind would also sort of filter of what we want to hear. All we hear is all we want to hear. No matter how many times the person is hinting or tell it to your face, that he/she is just not into you, all the words will go straight to the bin. 


Worst thing is that our mind would juggle around words of a sentence, words of rejection, and turn it into words of acceptance. "You are sweet but there is someone better for you" may turned into "You are sweet, and I think I am the one for you". Scary , right?


Maybe it is why it is call crush, crush the head to the wall and caused permanent head damage and gain the nickname DR. PHD.

Oct 15, 2010

15/10/10

What did I do today?


I googled my name and found a paper wrote by me, published UTM website.
I worked, I mapped, but still don't know how to read a map.
I started counting my days to leave. It start with number 2, which is few. However it is 2 weeks to go.
I have the feeling to blog, but my mind is blank. I only  needed to write.
I sent a sms to my mother with skype, which I know I won't get any reply for it. I sense that she is missing me.
Now drinking 100 Plus while watching Salt and blog.

Oct 10, 2010

Comfortable Zone Episode 2

Once your comfortable zone is intruded, does your body emit an alarm, 'someone is entering your exclusion zone... Someone is entering your exclusion zone...' This sound like the navigation software we have here, Tigerfish (actually is Triggerfish). 


How small is your comfortable zone?


Mine is medium size. 


Recently someone kept appearing beside my face, so near that I can feel the person's breath every time the person turn up beside my face. Not only that... I felt so weird.... The feeling is not good, felt like I want to run away whenever the person is present...


Now I smelled something dead in my room.......



Oct 9, 2010

Comfortable Zone Episode 1

I believe everyone has their own comfortable zone, it is the matter of how big is the buffer.
Generally Asian has bigger buffer of comfortable zone than non-Asian.

Do you noticed that Asian rarely hug or kiss each other, or a.k.a. as Public Display Affection, P.D.A?

O wait... I think a big buffer of comfortable zone is only applicable to conventional generation.

I still remember when the first time an Colombian guy gave me a cheek to cheek greeting. After he left my office, I was laughing uncontrolled. It feels weird, but it was fine. 

I am not good with hug greeting, because most of the time I don't know what should I do with the hand on the person's back. Should I pat lightly? Or just put some pressure on the person's back? Or pat with sound 'pok pok'? While hugging, how should I prevent from body (chest) touching? 

Isn't that a mere handshake is simple enough?

Oct 8, 2010

As cruel as I am to a BIG boss... shhhhh...

something funny happen today... 


A big boss standing at lifejacket zone without life jacket. after he finished whatever he was doing there, I pointed at the sign and told him that he should wear life jacket.


Then...


I was jumping in joy saying, "yeah! yeah! Now I have something to write for stop card!"


I guess he heard me.......


I was like a child who found a toy under the bed.


Is it funny? 

Oct 6, 2010

Excuse for no commenting!

excuses for not dropping comments for now...
! I can't access many blogs directly for the place where I work!
! Hence I usually read from google reader!
! There are many collections in my blog list, before I read all latest post, there are more updated post!
! How to finish reading all the post before have update again!
! Can't write comment from google reader!

That's all... Sorry...

Oct 5, 2010

tiger with no tusk

The tiger that has lost its tusk...
oops...
The elephant that has lost its tusk???
The tiger that has lost its sharp sharp teeth..... whatever it is, it is sharp.


That is how I felt recently..


The feeling is not about elephant or tiger, the feeling is about the teeth.
I felt powerless.


A tigress without its sharp teeth is a purring cat.
OR a scared cat....

Oct 1, 2010

Get laid OOOO

Someone wrote a comment in my previous previous post... That person suggested me to get laid....


When I read the word 'get laid', I was not sure whether it means 'get sex' or 'get fired'.


1st instinct was to google it (FYI I even googled for 'wanker' before, and one of the meaning is John Howard, Australia ex PM).


The results comprises of laying eggs, looking for sex....


I guess get fired, lay eggs and get sex, all got to do with eggs.


When you are fired, O income.
When lay eggs,  it is O.
When have sex, also have O. Not just one O. But many OOOOOO.


Hence all are about OOOO.


Although there are many men here, I don't think I should get laid with anyone of them.
I am not saying they are not man.
How to work with someone whom you slept with? It would be hard to concentrate when working.
All that you can see is maybe about OOOO. 
And can't laugh about OOOO.
And can't talk about OOOO.


Eventhough Office started with the word O, it is the worst place to start OOOO.  

What about the blogger?

I take that you are interested in me.

I am not that interesting after all. Just Homosapian.

I like to blog because it is not an exam or a speech preparation. No need to have introduction, body and ending. No need proper grammar or vocabulary. 

Most of my posts are very random that I would forgot not long after I wrote it down. Someone told me that my blog is full of 'banana'. Is it so?

This blog started with many tips, and banana, and deep thoughts, and banana, and random thought and emo emo.

Actually in this blog I like to experienced various style of writing, style of no one ever talked about. It is call ghostynana style. Some post written with many similar word if you really take ghostynana as a subject of your PHD  (Permanent Head Damage) research.
If you think my blog is crazy, don't you think the readers are more crazy than the writer???

Anyway, welcome to the blog. Hope you all enjoy it. I don't mind you send me birthday present. :P

Sep 29, 2010

Sorong Airport, but without kereta sorong

Before talking about getting laid, let's talk about my arrival in Sorong, Irian Jaya, Indonesia.
Lucky for me to be seating at window seat when arriving at a foreign place while fully awake.
From high above Sorong looks very nice. The town is Sorong, not because there are many kereta sorong (trolley). I like the first imprssion of Sorong. It feels peaceful, with so much green and no pollution.

hmnnnn... Weird thing start to happen.....
There are school kids walking along the airplane strip...
Looks like they just cross the road which we just landed.....
Locals with vehicle waiting beside the road....
Waiting to cross the road? or the airplane's road??
It is airport, but I think it is open for public.

Airport Sorong.

 Guys in blue and orange uniform are airport's porter. As you can see, the carousel is static.... and there are no luggage trolleys. Eventhough the town is called 'sorong' (push), there are no 'kereta sorong' (trolley). Hence I am confident that kereta sorong is not the reason for the name 'Sorong'.

While we are waiting for our luggage, porters asking for our luggage tag. But we dismissed them because we were very protective of our luggage tag. Only when luggages start to come out from a hole, I realised that we should give our luggage tag to them to get our luggage. Good system because it make sure no one took the wrong luggage. That is one of the reason they need many porters, to distribute luggages. For people with big luggages, porters can help in carrying them. With tips, you don't have to carry big luggages by your own.

It is a small airport, with clean toilet, and efficient luggage system.

Interesting.

Sep 26, 2010

MIA again for a while

Reasons of MIA from blogging:
@ busy until working 6 am - 8 pm most of the days. After work, too tired to online. When working, no time to online.
@ Recently, can't facebooking.
@ Can't accesss many blogs. So I read blogs using google reader. Hence can't comment.
@ Brain is always dried after work.
@ STRESSSS!!!!!

Sep 22, 2010

Happy 1st Aniversary of the blog

It is so fast that my blog is one year old now, 22 Sept. I don't feel old, I think I get more mature and prettier since I started this blog.

Ghostynana??? It does not mean anything at all. It is ghostynana because I have no creativity. I started this blog when I was working in Angola. During that hitch, almost every Sunday, I would changed my Facebook profile photo to a ghostly photo of me with my hair covering my face. If you really look into my profile photos in my Facebook, I think I still keep that photo. My friend commented and called me ghosty nana. Conveniently I wanted to start a new blog and I have no idea with the name, Without even exercising my brain cells, I used ghostynana since then. Now I am thinking of changing the name of the blog. Nana sounds so boring. And ghosty is so ghosty.

I was very immature when I wrote my first post. I started to write because I was angry of smoking people, smoky chair and all the smoky smell. It was irritating and I did all my best to rid of my anger. I complained about the smoky chair. I shouted at the smoky chair. I refused to touch the chair. However it was not enough, so blog about it seems like a way too. That chair was taken from smoking area to our office due to the lack of good chair. That is the history of Smoking.


Any interest on the blogger?? I guess no. Ok that's all.

Happy birthday to you, blog. No present for you.

Sep 21, 2010

A say to a hope 2

A say to a hope.
A sigh to a hope.
A mental slap to a hope (or myself).
It is just a hope anyway.

A life with hope is not same as a life with no hope.
Hope is something that is attainable.
What if that hope is unattainable?
With hope, we have something to live for. Without hope, life is just simple.
Perhaps no meaning?

With hope, there are many risks.
With hope, there are many emotions.
Wth hope, it is hard to sleep.
With hope, face is brighter with shining smile.

Without hope, there is no need to face dissapointment.
Without hope, life can be happy as always.
Without hope, no risks.
Without hope, life still goes on.

So?
What is the conclusion?

Is there any conclusion?

Hope or no hope?

Time will tell

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Due to some reason, I can't access most of blogs. If you think Streamyx is slow, it is much slower here the the gym. 

Sep 20, 2010

A say to a hope

I don't know. Really don't know.
Maybe it is better not to know.

Bye and hope to see you again in future.

It will be much better if it is more realistic.

Anyway, see you again and hope it is not a farewell.


wish you all the best in your life!

signing off,
Naomi

Sep 14, 2010

happy or cry

Last night I was so happy that I had a hard time having a good sleep. When I am too happy, I can't sleep. When I am sad, I can't sleep. Neigh... Actually I usually sleep very well after a good cry. Do you think it is better to live without emotion. Everything can be so peaceful when I don't have any drastic change of emotion. No big thing to be happy about, nothing to be sad about. This life can be a tasteless life.It would be like a bland food, without any spices.

But I won't think so when I am sad. I would pray that whatever cause the sadness  be rid away. So typical human.

As the cook kept telling me, "it is life... It is life...."

Sep 13, 2010

Homesick cook

Someone is missing home. That's our cook. 

Starting tonight, he will prepare midnight breakfast for us. When I was having my late night supper beside him, he was showing his photos on his HP laptop.  He show me his daughter's photo more than once. She is a very pretty lady. She must be his precious. If not, he won't be looking at her photo for so many times. After working for 27 years, as cook on vessel, he is planning a business. (*envy mode*)

He had no choice but sleep late and wake up very early to prepare foods. Hope he won't be too tired tomorrow. I already ate instant noodle for few days, so tonight is a much better meal than usual. I won't want to wake up 8am just to satisfy my hunger. (Bear in mind, my working shift is noon to midnight.). 

After eating those food, now I am wondering when will I start to go to gym?

Someday, I have to lift my butt and working out at the treadmill.

Sep 12, 2010

Great British obsessions from The Star

Taken from The Star News

just something that made me laughed today. Enjoy.


Monday September 6, 2010

Great British obsessions

BUT THEN AGAIN
By MARY SCHNEIDER


Tea, booze, the weather, tea ... more tea – these are a few of a Brit’s favourite things.
THERE are many things that British people can be obsessive about: football, fish and chips, scones and cream, tea, alcohol, DIY, queuing, the state of the national health service, World War II, bingo, quiz shows, the weather ... the list goes on.
If you are a foreigner on British soil keen to be accepted by your local neighbours, or a tourist trying to strike up a meaningful conversation in the breakfast queue, or an overseas student trying to impress a prospective date at your college, all you have to do is embrace a local obsession or two and you will be instantly accepted.
For example, upon meeting a British person for the first time, do talk about the weather as a means of breaking the ice. The British love to talk about clouds, and cold fronts, and nips in the air, and passing showers, and frosty mornings that are “cold enough to freeze the b*lls off a brass monkey” – a common colloquial expression.
Talking about the weather is also acceptable on a first date. Can you imagine not having to come up with witty insightful comments about things like British foreign policy, declining interest rates, and the calorific content of a deep-fried Mars bar? As you clutch nervously at your date’s hand across a candle-lit table, all you have to do is mumble a few simple words about isobaric pressure shifts, or the effects of coriolis in the northern hemisphere, or the necessary pre-conditions for the generation of hurricanes.
On second thought, perhaps talking about Mars bars might be easier.
If you really want to impress a certain, older demographic on a really hot day, all you have to do is mention the summer of 1976, during which woods and heath lands burned and rivers became nothing more than a trickle. The mere mention of that drought-stricken season will have natives sucking the still air through clenched teeth and looking skyward for signs of impending nimbostratus clouds.
Being able to identify the different types of clouds (stratus, cumulus, cumulonimbus, etc) can also be useful, as can learning a few other weather-related expressions, like “hot enough to melt the nose off a brass monkey”. A course in amateur meteorology might also come in handy.
Talking about the weather might be an activity that has little appeal to many non-Brits, but certain British obsessions need to be strictly observed by visitors to Britain, chief of which is queuing. British people love to queue in orderly lines for everything, and anyone not observing strict queuing etiquette will be told in no uncertain terms that it’s time to go home.
Since coming to Malaysia in 1982, I have learned to say “Please queue up!” in three Asian languages. Whenever I see someone trying to jump a queue, I just have to point out the error of their ways. This rather foolish and often futile activity sometimes lands me in trouble. However, I can no more jump a queue or stand by and witness others doing the same than I can smoke a joint in a church.
Besides, queuing need not be a hugely boring activity. You can always strike up a conversion with a fellow-queuer about the Malaysian weather.
But I digress.
Back in Britain, you would do well to remember that the favourite British beverage is tea. Although more and more people are giving up tea in favour of coffee, Britain is still a nation of people obsessed with the stuff. They drink tea first thing in the morning, while on the train to work, the moment they enter their work place, and at regular intervals thereafter. They drink it as soon as they get home too. Then they forget all about tea and start drinking alcohol.
Any British celebration wouldn’t be complete without alcohol. If your neighbour has just finished mowing his lawn, you have a drink to celebrate; if your spouse enrols in Alcoholics Anonymous, you have a drink to celebrate; and if you’ve managed to abstain from alcohol all evening, you have a drink to celebrate.
On any given Friday or Saturday night, you’ll find numerous British people lying flat on their backs in a drunken stupor outside a pub. Hardly able to speak, they’ll likely want to tell you about Manchester United’s latest victory (football – the king of all British obsessions).
If you were to prod them to get up, they’ll probably say something like, “Bloody awful weather, don’t you think?”
To which you can respond: “How about a nice cup of tea, then?”

Sep 10, 2010

10 Sept 2010 - Summary of past Adventure with blokes and ladies

I guess not many get the joke of the melon in my previous post.

'If you get the joke, say Ha Ha,
If you don't get the joke, say Huhhhh,
If you really don't get it, it is really fine,
because it joke from a drunken master'

Nice song? It is a song if you haven't realise it.

The melon joke will only be perfect if you know the person.

I am actually planning to write something interesting about Irian Jaya souvenir, koteka.
Somehow, my mouse is still hibernating in my backpack and it is hard to watermark my photos without my mouse. 

Somemore, the author of the blog is homesick. Try to imagine staying at home for 8 months and suddenly have to stay so far from home, it is so homesick. If I was pregnant in the start of my last leave, I will be due by the end of this month. And my smelly pillow is not with me. My smelly pillow is actually a pillow I stole from airlines, either SIA or MAS. What else can I write other than my homesickness? What about seasickness?

When I was working at Angola, I had to traveled for 2-3 days. Angola is south Africa. So far, right? Now working in Indonesia, I still have to travel for 2-3 days from home. Indonesia is not so far comparing to Angola. Indonesia is Malaysia's neighbour country. But... but... but... I still have to travel for so many day to get to Irian Jaya. Crumpy and sulky mode.

During our transition period in Indonesia, we Malaysian have to pretend to be Singaporean, due to Indonesian's hatred to Malaysia. Everyday news are talking about Indonesian's demonstration against Malaysia. Hard to pretend that we are Filipino or Thai, because we don't have the slang. Singaporean is the best option. It is so weird, when my friend and me were in Singapore, Singaporean thought we are Filipino. Maybe because of our Malay Language is similar to Sarawak-Malay Language.
News related.


Schedule:
Singapore (2 nights) - visited Universal Studio Singapore
                                    - reached the entrance of Casino
                                    - walking around town center.
                                    - tasted Vagabond.
                               
Jakarta (1 night) - visited Manga Dua shopping complex (saw an entrance to Chinatown,    
                                 but there is no Chinatown. It is just decorated with chinese element.
                               -foot massage at teh airport, because we stay at Jakarta Airport Hotel.

Sorong, Irian Jaya (3 nights) - learned how to play pool.
                                           -  drank mineral water as white wine, hung over from it.
                                           - documented a series of funny moments. ( no worries, your secret is
                                              safe with me.                      
                                          - ate a lot of spicy food.

 Today is Eid from Muslims. Happy Eid! Now is my turn to start fasting. It is hard because our cook is so good in cooking. Have fish keropok (cracker) everyday. I even blame him for cooking so nice.

Of course I took many photos. Just realised I am getting cuter! Cute like Mashimaro.


Suddenly I remember that I had a Mashimaro stuffy 5 years ago, at my final year of Uni. Now where is it now?