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brings back old memoria



3 decades and beyond, it remains the same.

foul intention

envy and jealousy are two different things but they carry the same disastrous event to one another. not that i didn't see it coming but i've always knew that things will get cocky like that. people won't admit it but you can always see of their self portrait of not so good intention, indirectly, without his or her awareness. the things is, how could you stop him or her from doing so? no idea. it will only cause a pale future of misunderstanding and harsh acceptance.

you and me and the world of man

everyone is childish because you and me, we're just boys and girls living in the world of man. a world meant for us to not to understand each others well. in general.

the pouring rain

...and it rains again today. the atmosphere turns from gloomy to sleepy and silent, only to be cracked by the music, a Sullen Girl by Fiona Apple, from the pink classic Ipod, piercing through the chill and into my pair of ears. suicidal tendency projected by the mix emotion of life, as the rain pours down heavily, it reminds me of a never ending tears. a heavy disturbance for a sentimentalist.

bunga paling besar?

saya pun baru tau ni masa kaamatan di tambunan. i went there with a bunch of friends and were having fun drinking lihing and all. my friend, he told us that our beloved refflesia isn't the biggest anymore, suda turun pangkat. kalau bunga refflesia tu besar and bebau, ni bunga satu kali kembang semua orang takut.

kami pun macam .. wow betul ka nda ohhh. ada lagi ka bunga lagi besar dari refflesia???

konfiden lagi dia menjawab ni, "ADA!!!! itu bunga Along..satu kali pinjam aa terus besar itu bunga susah mau turun. bikin takut.".

punya la ... WTF!!! hahaha

bengong.

kopivosian mr. Prime minister najib

dear mr. prime minister of malaysia,
i have a postcard for you. a lot, actually. enjoy whichever suits your liking, have a great view of this.

power to the people: rebel with a cause.










you're planing to give us sabahan tons of hazardous smoke.
well, at least semenanjung gets the Nuclear power plant, eh? habis la hilang satu semenanjung.
why go backwards to old school destructing techs while other countries are dying to go green?

so pandai la... pandai2 jadi bodoh.

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to those who have the time to send this guy the greeting postcards, more info for you.

This is a Postcard Project to our dear Prime Minister Datuk Seri Mohd Najib Tun Abdul Razak.

USE THE POSTCARD TO TELL HIM THE PEOPLE OF SABAH LOVE THEIR ENVIRONMENT AND DO NOT WANT A COAL-FIRED POWER PLANT IN SABAH.


1. Please grab this photo onto your desktop
2. Put it on a thumbdrive
3. take it to a photo printing shop
4. Print as many as you can
5. kau kau stick the photo on a piece of cardboard
6. write your message to our dear PM on the back of the photo - on the cardboard
7. Don't forget to leave space for the address and stamp
8. Address the letter to the Prime Minister (details below)
9. Put a stamp on it.
10. Post your postcard
11. Bully all your friends, class mates, colleagues, family members to do the same thing please.
12. Everyone LOVES getting postcards.

'Kopivosian' in the Kadazandusun language of Sabah means: 'Greetings' or 'Salam Sejahtera'
'Kotohuadan' in the Kadazandusun language of Sabah means: 'Thank you'.

- Don't be excessively rude cause that's not nice.
- Do use your own language to write to him. He can find a translator & learn some Sabah languages. 1Malaysia bah.


Here is the PM's mailing address at his office in Putrajaya:

Mailing Address
Office of The Prime Minister,
Main Block, Perdana Putra Building,
Federal Government Administrative Centre,
62502 Putrajaya, MALAYSIA

Tel : 603-8888 8000
Fax : 603-8888 3444

Please feel free to phone or fax him or his office if you feel moved to do so.


On 31 October 2009, in Kuala Lumpur, in his keynote address at Tenaga Nasional Berhad’s (TNB's) 60th anniversary celebration, our dear PM said:

“…The government needs to revise its energy policy, ..the current one [is] obsolete and in need of a revamp… was proven to be costly, both environmentally and financially.

“I don’t like the current energy policy. It’s not right,” he told some 1,500 TNB workers attending the event.

“…coal is what we call DIRTY technology, it’s NOT environmentally friendly,”


Do remind him of his own wise words.

USE THE POSTCARD TO TELL THE PRIME MINISTER THE PEOPLE OF SABAH LOVE THEIR ENVIRONMENT AND DO NOT WANT A COAL-FIRED POWER PLANT IN SABAH.

PLEASE TAKE THIS PHOTO + ALL THE INSTRUCTIONS ABOVE AND ADD THIS TO YOUR OWN FB.
THERE IS NO COPYRIGHT
THIS BELONGS TO ALL CONCERNED EARTHLINGS.
DON'T BE SHY.
MAKE A STAND.

NO TO COAL IN SABAH
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
FIX THE GRID

This is a GLOBAL CAMPAIGN because it affects a GLOBALLY OUTSTANDING site therefore requires GLOBAL RESPONSIBILITY to protect it! You from other countries are SO IMPORTANT to us to help stop this coal-fired power plant in our Sabah. Please just do your thing, take hold of the campaign for yourself and spread the word! Kotohuadan from the peoples of Sabah! & do come visit. We're nice & we have gorgeous special places to visit: http://www.sabahtourism.com/sabah-malaysian-borneo/en/home/

box shaped mirror glass

when i was still a pure minded lil' kid 20 years ago, while living a carefree life style and having not even a single sense of distress in mind, life really is a butterfly.

the old Liawan river bank was a garden of butterflies, with all the greens and flowers, and the old aging trees. misty morning delivered the chilling breeze and coldness, white and thin like every other days. the flowers bloomed and drops of water from the leaves wetting the ground, was really a good feeling. soon, an army of butterflies came flocking to every blooming colours while the sweet flavoring smell pierced into the nostrils.

20 yrs later, life is no more the butterfly, as what it was back then, still a butterfly but no more the carefree but a surviving one. lost in every direction while living in a concrete jungle, no so much honey to depend on. little less enough just to survive.

life's a metaphor. sometimes we fly high, and most of the time we fly down below. only the fittest stay strong, they say, but are caught by bigger preys. so i won't decide nor do i claiming a side, life is somewhat just.

walking on the stairs of life is like a butterfly caught in a boxed shaped glass. people enjoy watching you grow and changing beautifully, while you're still trapped inside and struggling, wishing for a way out or someone to save you from that misery.

so long have we acknowledged this, but we're still denying it. same goes to me. looking through the box shaped mirror glass, seeing your reflection while enjoying the butterfly inside, what do you see?

you and me, and everyone else. no?

someone, please save me ...