Meet me at age 5

http://www.95percent.com.my/blog/2012/what-would-you-do-if-you-met-you.html

1. Meet me, at age 5.
At 5, I am in kindergarden. My friend and i always talked about small people living in holes in wall. My cousins and I always talk about small people staying in the small shed at their backyard. ( My parents told me there was a dwarf staying inside the road, no wonder my cousins keep saying hv small people staying there) 

I have a friend (boy) who is my dancing partner for school performance. He is fair like me. Whenever we go to public swimming pool, always bump into him and his mother at swimming pool entrance.

My sibling always shower at front yard when my mother washing car or washing front yard. This is in Sibu. We have very bad boys as neighbor, now I heard have become bad man.

We always ride bicycle on the road. one time, many dogs chased after me when I was riding my 4 wheel bicycle. Then I quickly jump down from my bicycle. All the dogs quickly ran and jump onto my bicycle. (Keep your imagination wild and have a laugh)

Have a big drainage nearby, my grandpa used to throw dead chicken into the big drain.

My mother have a friend, and we always go to her house to have fun. The house is eerie. The house is from Japanese occupation. At the backyard, there is a house which is not completed. her house is wooden  and big. She have a small portable TV. In the kitchen, it is the most eerie place because the kitchen have a big smoke suction and always produced sound. When i am big girl, my mother told me the house is actually haunted.

that is what I still remember...

Gaya Street 2013

Last weekend, a group of Heng Hua Clan Association (Sing An Clan Association) came to KK from Miri. Of course my parents were of the group as well.

On last Sunday morning, we visited Gaya Street Open Market. Last time I been there was in March 2012, and took a photo of frog wallet. After a year, I am here again. The market is much bigger than last year. It is very crowded and taking photo seem to be an impossible task.

There are many stall selling big corals. I am interested in this starfish. Do you think it is real? I am sure the colour is fake, but not sure whether it is real or not. It is quite hard like hardened soil.

This is a handmade clock, covered with sand. One is with smooth sand, another one covered with rough sand. It looks like an interesting souvenir for a local guest. If your guest is a Chinese descendant, better not give a clock. It means funeral.... Song Zhong

Have a break, have a kit kat or a foot massage!

this is another fusion of handmade and factory made. Sure you cannot made a watch with your hand.

Is Sabah coffee is famous?
A maiden is only qualified to be a wife if she is good in making coffee. I do not mean by using a coffee maker.

I only know Tenom coffee is famous. Tenom coffee is nice because it is stir fry with dried coconut inside.

This is the fragrance section~~ Smell nice.

fui yooo... knife.

Owl....

something eerie to end the post. This is dried lizard. It is crawling up your pants.

Analog

It is rare to be able to see an analog clock.

It is even rare to see an analog clock in a car driven by a pretty young lady.

~17/05/2012~

tick tick tick...

movement of the second arm in an analog clock

as if beating with the rhythm of heartbeat

wonder when will it stop

how many will miss you when you stop moving your arm

tick tick tick

Nice Smell Part 2

I like nice smell but not too strong.

Perfume is like a wild cat, uncontrollable. Due to its unexpected nature of changes, it is not so pleasant for my delicate nose.

When I visited my friend in KL, 2011, I saw her using this, see below. But I didn't smell her.

2012, I meet the bottle at Singapore Changi airport. I get to try it. Fabulous! bought some bottles. My mother paid for them, so she gave me one. It is nice and certainly good for skin. my mum claim that her dark spot faded after she used it.

Now I am such a flirt.....

Nice smell Part 1

I have a sensitive nose. But not that sensitive until l can smell narcotic products in luggage or shoes.

If I smell a strong smell, my reaction is sneeze sneeze, headache, flowing nose, sneeze sneeze, unstoppable sneezing. I can only apply one product with fragrance at one time on my body. For example, if i apply leave-on hair conditioner, I cannot use perfume. Or else I would be having sneezing fit. So I am not really into perfume, I always go around perfume-less which is quite unladylike. this post is the journey of discovering the sensuality of nice smell.

I was inspire to buy my first perfume by a male ex-colleague. The discovery was quite weird. I was walking with him and suddenly I smell a nice smell which comes from him. So i asked him directly, you are wearing a nice perfume, what is the brand?

It sound like flirting, but I was not flirting. 

It does sound like spooky stalker, but I was not.

He said it is Hugo boss. That was how I made the first move to embrace to the perfume (please refer to the image below).

Believe it or not, I bought the perfume around 2008 and it is not finished by 2013. this shows how I not really using it.

There was a magical moment at the end of 2012. I sprayed some perfume at my neckline. Somehow it produce a very sensual smell when it mixed with my sweat. I almost fell in love with my smell.

Aaaaahhhhhh.........

Loving myself at 30

Have you notice my lack of appearance in blogsphere since last year?

Last year, there were so many changes and I had hard time settle down with so many changes.
I was terminated from my job in March, looking for job since March.
But I went to Singapore & Kota Kinabalu when i was unemployed.

Then I get a have a life in Miri. Go swimming, church meetings..

Then i moved to Kota Kinabalu. Truly alone but not forever alone. 1st time stay alone outside.... Big big girl in a big big world. i regretted the decision immediately that time because i am a mummy girl.

Now after 6 months only I am used to the living. the sign of I am used to it is I started to exercise on 12 March 2013. I start to go to church meetings. I am back in blogging.

Loving myself more at the age of 30. :)
That was the reason I glow in the picture i took yesterday, and of course with the help of effect from instagram....

14 March 2013
30 years and 6 days old

Don't I look cute?

Don't I look cute?

It is quite hard to deny that I get prettier as I get older.

Do you want to start vomit?

ahh.. guys.. always hard to accept the fact.

Joke aside, a friend of mine said I look like I am in love.

I am certainly in love.

I am in love with myself.

Every time I fell out of love, I love myself more.

As the result, I get prettier.

Hiek hiek hiek...(evil laugh)

Do you love my watch?

I don't really buy good watch for myself, because I always end up losing it.

But if it is a free gift, I don't lose it.

Weird theory, but it is a fact.

I got the watch with credit card points.

4 Ficus Tree on Bukit 50

Look at those ficus (pokok ara, usually related to paranormal activity a.k.a. ghost)....
Standing firm on a cleared land.

You would never thought that are story behind these four ficus.

The story begins with..

Once upon a time, there were 4 close friend in Sapulut. These 4 person is very witty and cunning. Whatever they do, there were always 4 of them together. One of their favourite hobby is stealing diesel from the camp.

Sepandai pandai tupai melompat akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga....

One day, they were caught red redhanded.

The chief was so angry and put a curse on them. They shall be the supermarket for birds for as long as they are standing. They shall be the guardian of the forest which soon to be a rubber plantation. They shall be standing on bukit 50 and be the fear of people.

Poof!

Now they are still standing tall on bukit 50 for people are afraid to chop them down. Because they are the legendary 4 ficus tree.

Sabah and Bakassi seems familiar

Recent war in Sabah remind me of an experience of mine in a far far away land.

I was in Cameroon, Africa, working in a siesmic survey company, a.k.a. oil exploration company.
(http://ghostynana.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009-cameroon-angola-jojo.html)

Out location of work is Bakassi, near Nigeria. Peninsular Bakassi is known for their fight for independence from Cameroon. Before we left for Bakassi, we were warned that it is war zone, and we were not allowed to enter the area. US embassy even came to the jetty to persuade our HSE officer not to go to the area.

But due to our ignorance and our so called commitment to work, our barge tugged by 2 tugboat started the journey to Bakassi. Before we left the jetty, our barge and tugboats were equipped with soldiers.

Soldiers on board

Heading to Bakassi

Peaceful Sea

 When we arrived the location, it was so peaceful that we believed nothing will happen. but there are suspicious boat claimed to be fisherman approached us and ask question.

Sun start to set and we wished each other good night.

I stay alone in a big room. As the only lady on board, I was very cautious as usual, alert to any sounds and footsteps along the alley. Luggage in front of the door. I was woke up around 3am by footsteps walking fast on the alley and radio.

During the toolbox, only I now our tugboat was attacked by the rebels. Lucky no one was hurt. the moment I heart the news, I was so shocked. Then I go up to room, tears started to pour out like waterfall. After the cry, pull myself together and start to pack everything into my backpack, ready to evacuate from the barge.

shots

Waiting for evacuation

 The evacuation process is a scary one. As most of the colleague is not experienced working on marine project, boat to boat transfer can be dangerous. Going down with a ladder and jump onto a small TZ boat, with the wave up and down , up and down. We evacuated to a chalet nearby after a long journey on a small boat.

The feeling of terror is back again. I can run away from Cameroon. But i cannot run away from Sabah. How I wish I can run away.....

30

I am officially 30 on 8 March 2013.

Happy birthday to me!

Happy Women's day!

This birthday is very memorable. Lahad datu attacked by Suluk terrorist. I ran away from KK to Miri. I cannot stand mind torment from all the news. Mind and emotional tormented.

Spend time with my friend in Miri with a nice cake.

:)

Terrorist in Sabah

My current location is Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, Malaysia.

As we know now Lahad Datu was attacked by Sulu Sultan. Now they are known as terrorist.

When i first know their existence in Lahad datu, i only know the photo of them posing with guns in Facebook. They were not that threatening, they were just some people with Malaysian Identity Card but are philipine descendent. They were a bunch of people who did not get land promised to them. And try to threatened our prime minister, ah jib kor. That was what i thought of them around late Jan and early Feb. The thought of them firing at us can be funny actually.

On 1st March, i was on a car traveling to Tawau from Sapulut camp, my colleague received a call informing him that the Sulu gang attacked Malaysia police force. 2 policemen was killed. Is it scary enough? Not that scary actually, because of our ignorance.

On 2 March, i was attending the company annual dinner in Tawau, enjoying the view of cute guys. Our police force was attacked in Semporna while they were checking a philipinos water village. 2 policemen was killed. Is it scary enough? No, we were not scared because we didnt know semporna is just 1 hour from Tawau, it is like Johor Bahru to Skudai. That night, we went to a karaoke, police came and told them to close. Then we went to another karaoke, they closed at midnight, which is early for karaoke. Then we went to eat supper. That was how brave we were. Today, 7 march i saw a news that 2 policemen who was killed at Semporna was found mutilated.

4 march, in KK. Received rumour that there were shooting at Sepanggar and 1Borneo. It is 30 mins from KK. Ppl in Kk were panic and moved away from that area. Ppl start to buy rice and stock. I was not panic because i sensed it is false rumour.

5 march. Cannot sleep well last night. Read news that malaysia drop bomb from the air but did not hit Sulu gang. This meant it hit somewhere have civilian... This news kind of freaked me up. My younger brother called me, asking me any war in KK, ask me fast fast go back to Miri if there is war. Why not!! I don't have to run only when war happen, i can run before war happen. I dont want to be alone when 'darurat' happen. I can go to auntie house in KK, but darurat means o cannot go out of my house or i will get shot. It means i will stuck alone. That was how i bought my ticket to Miri for the weekend. I bought return ticket, but i am not coming back if KK is in chaos. Anyway i can go back because Friday is my birthday and i dont hv to apply for leave to go home. Went to buy some canned food with auntie, enough for a week.

6 march, mind and emotional unstable. Mind is very disturb due to country and personal issue. Emotional unstable due to ovulation period. Forensic team in Lahad datu was attacked. No one was injured. My uncle is forensic team in lahad datu. Cant imagine how my auntie is feeling. Ask my mum to call her. I scare i will be in panic mode if i hear any more news. Also received a reliable news regarding something happen in KK.

7 march, my collegue who stay at Kinarut, told us that soldier told his family to stay inside the house. And there were some shooting happen near their area. News confirmed. Now only accept reliable news to avoid panic mode. Hope no more news.

Tomorrow i will turn 30. Another memorable birthday with so many thing happen. See you in Miri tomorrow night.