KAJANisme at it’s BEST

Hello everyone…

First of all, let me wish everyone a blessed merry Christmas!

Actually… I was thinking of a suitable title for this post… I thought of another, which is "Falling in love is so hard..", or the one that you actually see right now..

What actually links a monkey, and falling in love?? Guess what, it does for me, personally… Okay, I’ll be honest, I’m still single, actually SINGLE, not seeing anyone, and doesn’t have anyone special at the moment. Like any normal human being, yes, I do want to fall in love, get married, and have a family someday. Now comes the monkey part…

You know why I suddenly want to write about this? My church youth members, all the time asks me when will I get married… So does those uncles and aunties in my church. Whenever I went back to Miri, if I ever bump into relatives, that will be one their question… "Do you have a girlfriend? What? Cepat-cepatlah kawin, jangan tunggu-tunggu, you steady already what! Got career and everything". That’s the "monkey" that i was talking about! Incessant, or repetitious questions to ask me to marry… Enough! (Hehe.. okay, I may overdramatize this a bit though, but that doesn’t mean I like to be asked that question)

I appreciate their concern, and I’m sure they want what’s best for me. I’m entering my 26th year of existance… and some of my peers have settled down. I admit, if I have someone, I do consider settling down soon too.

It’s not easy for me to fall in love. I’m friendly, and yes, there are times I’ve been attracted to someone, but it has never been to the point of actually falling in love with someone.

For me, it will always start with attraction (A). Be it physical (sorry, but yes, mostly physical..) or emotional..(B) Then I’ll get to know her traits and characters, this too, will be major dealbreakers.. (C)Then, her status… If she’s not available /seeing someone, we’ll just proceed with friendship, but I do monitor the health of their relationship, to see whether I have the chance. Usually at this stage, the person still doesn’t know anything yet.(D) If/when she’s available, then I will make my move.. If she’s not interested, I’ll try my best, until she finally relent, or she had chosen someone else.

How has it been so far for me? I’ve been to (D)  only  3 times… that’s the time I consider myself in love.. though unfortunately, I’ve lost out to others. Though (A) happen a lot, I realized from experience that I’ve spent most emotional energy when I reach (D). It hurts to be passed over, to be rejected.

As much as I think I could offer the girl so much more that the guy she choose, but perhaps she knows better, and that’s just a bitter pill that I have to swallow.. Life goes on..

Honestly, though, I don’t need to have someone to make happy… I truly believe that you have to be happy on your own, only can you share your happiness with someone else. That’s the way it should be…
Me… Choosy? Maybe… But don’t worry about me… I can bounce back quickly, and yes, I do believe there someone out there for me. Just don’t rush me… Marriage is sacred, I only want to do it once, and it’s something that I want to be blessed and lasts a lifetime!

I have an interesting story to share… It’s only after something
exceptional happen, that we normally want to share open up to others… That
happened to me, and I’m really disturbed by it.

I’m sure by now, you’re all familiar with the name “Namewee”,
the singer/rapper who became an overnight sensation with his music video, “Negaraku,
negarakuku”… Maybe you might notice, this post title is wordplay to Negaraku…
Can’t help it, to name my post this way, because what Namewee said is true! Now, I’m talking about the our Royal
Malaysian Police force. It’s the first thing he rapped about, and yes, our
Police Force are corrupt!

I’m not saying all of them, and I’m not generalizing, but if
you have just one bad apple, yes, it’s enough to give the Force a bad name. The
truth is, the Police are the most well-remunerated civil servant (how I hate
that term!), and yet this sort of abuse still happen.

 I was hit by a summoned today. I was hit at 24^th Mile,
Kuching-Serian Rd. My offence?? No seatbelt. Yes, I’m guilty. In fact, this is
now the second time I got hit with this offence here in Kuching. That bad, eh?
But those who is familiar with my car will know, the seatbelt in the driver’s
seat is problematic! Perhaps I should change it… not perhaps, IT IS time to
change it.

There were two of them… The senior guy, at first, he asked
me a few questions, like what race I am, what’s my job, etc… small talk… Then, he
went in the car.

What irritates me, is that on the officer’s uniform was
pinned “Saya anti-rasuah”. Yet they had the cheek to offer me to settle the
matter right there.

WHAT THE <expletive> WAS HE DOING? There’s a term to
explain this; paradox! The malay term would be “cakap tak serupa bikin”.As this
was my second offence, I’m rather experience. I know I’ll be hit with a RM50
compound. I told the officer that. So he bargained with me, telling me it’s up
to me to give how much. Just to buy them a drink. Settle it there.

Honestly… I was tempted to settle the matter … I checked
my wallet, yet the notes that I had was RM1 an RM50 only. The most I could give
was RM 4.I could give RM50, but then, that wouldn’t be too much difference from
paying the compound. However, my conscience was also telling me not to do so,
because f I did, it’ll only encourage the scourge of corruption. In the end, I told
him, just hit me with the summoned. I could see the disappointment in his face.

 While driving back to Kuching… I was thinking, what if I did
have small notes, like a few RM10 notes? I might have done it differently. I
was from Siburan, finished my duties there. I thought of having lunch there,
but I made up my mind to have it in Kuching, because I’m flying to Miri
tonight, and I haven’t packed-up yet. Have I had my lunch, I would have had
RM10 notes. I’m glad I did not. It’s a sin to give bribe, and encourage
corruption. I thank God because of my decision not to have lunch in Siburan,
and I also thank God, because I didn’t do something against my conviction.

I still didn’t have peace… I thought of Badan Pencegah
Rasuah. Well, what’s BPR for? I thought, since an offence, an attempt to
solicit bribe happen right before your eyes, shouldn’t we report it? Which I
did. The BPR guy was helpful. He told me it is difficult to prosecute without
money changing hands. Only when money changed hands, an offence occurs.
However, he did ask for my details, the offence details, and also the officer’s
details. I give it all. Now, I’ll just wait for the outcome.

I don’t intend to trouble the police officer. Just as he caught
me without my safety belt, so did I caught him soliciting bribery. However, the
ACA’s reputation has taken severe knocks lately, regarding their Commissioner’s
misdemeanor charges, late action etc. It’s also going to be my word against his
(policeman) word . Just wait and see, should ACA want to follow-up. I did my
part as a Malaysian citizen.

Alright then, I finished this post an hour into 31^st
August. Happy Merdeka everyone!

Hello… Wassup… Last weekend was the weekend to celebrate
Fathers… And I’m blessed and lucky to have one whom I admired, and respect…

 Since I’ve posted “Tribute to Mothers”, it’s only fair that
I should do one for Fathers too, am I right? Father… Let me just talk about
mine… It’s a long time coming, but I’ve been busy, as was in KL last week, and
I only got back in Sunday. Is it too late? Hope not…

My dad’s name is Mering Jau, but the he’s also known by his
adopted European/English name of Andrew… He was a Beatles fan, and he once told
me, he wanted to choose the name Ringgo, following Ringgo Star (their drummer).
Maybe he didn’t want to be ridiculed, he then settled for the more conventional
Andrew (‘’,).

 How do I describe my father? Well, in my younger days, there
was a period in my life where he’s practically a single parent. When my mother
furthered her studies way back in 1990 till 1994, he raised me and my brother
alone… We were in Miri, then he moved us to Johor Bahru, in 1991-1994, so that
we would be closer to my mum in Bangi.

Though my father was considerably busy, I wouldn’t say we
(me and my brother) were neglected. Actually, my late grandfather (dad’s
father) was also living with us, together with my aunt (mom’s younger sister).
They shared the responsibility of raising us up…

I had a happy childhood, because everything was taken care
of, and I was rather comfortable. My dad always make time for us, and once, or
sometimes twice a month, we would go to KL to visit my mom.

 I would have to credit my father for instilling the spirit
of independence in me and my brother. Because of his work commitment (he
sometimes travel around the state of Johor), he would not be able to pick us up
from school, or drive us anywhere. Because of that, I’m able to move on my own.
Sometimes by bus, if it’s not too far, by foot. But then, in those days, I’m
not really into the “lepak” culture, I would rather be at home, watching TV… A
couch potato. Needless to say, my time in JB was the when I’m at my “tubbiest”.

 My father also laid the foundation of English speaking in
me. He forced us to speak English, and if we speak in Malay or Kayan, he
wouldn’t answer. The reason, we speak enough Malay at school, and Kayan with
our relatives, but to him, it must be in English. Not everyday, usually, on
alternates…he would usually announce, “today is English speaking day”, and so
it was.

 I remembered, when I’m in standard one, he already made me
memorize the multiplication table, though I remember, we haven’t do
multiplications yet. I did it slowly, but by middle of the year, I can memorize
till 12. I speak rather good English,
and I’m good in Maths… That’s all because of him and my mom…

 I love my father… The values he instill in me… He doesn’t
discipline me with cane (not exactly, he does if I went too far), or force me
to study till I can’t take it anymore. He did a good job in teaching about
balance. He made me see, that there’s always a repercussion for our actions.
Too much TV or entertainment will affect our studies.

To achieve something, sacrifices must be made… Nothing comes
easy, and we have to work for everything. Sometimes, we’ll be blessed, good be
thankful, but we still have to work, be independent, and contribute to society
and kingdom of God.

He’s a good motivator, made me see
the important of education. I would have to credit him for that. Though both
mom and dad played their role, but he was more involve in our life, especially
when we’re young… It was his idea to make us remember the multiplaction tables,
and speak English. He laid the foundation, and I’m indebted to him. I wouldn’t
be where I am, if not for him.

Nowadays, I’m an adult. My father is still the one I turn to
for advice. Right now, I would describe my relationship with him a more like a
friend. I can’t really like “manja”2x with him… Actually, I’ve stopped being
manja with him since I turned teenager (13 years maybe). To “manja”, I do that
with my mom…hehe… Mummy’s boy…

 But, I still do have an utmost respect for him…My father…
Despite being a man, whenever we talked on the phone, he’ll always end the
conversation with “I love you”… He just not loves me with his actions, but
words too… Now that’s A REAL MAN!

 I’m saying this… Because sometimes we men… We only think
that… we show our love through actions… This is something we should also do, we
should also say it!

 For you Mr. Mering Jau, thank you for being my father, for
being there… The one I love, the one who set the benchmark…. I wouldn’t be
where I am if not for you… God bless you and I love you always!

I had a bad day today! Really bad, as much as I want to console myself, I can’t…

I have myself to blame more than anything else… but that just makes me human after all… I’m not perfect… I ranted, I cursed! But it didn’t make me feel better..

Truth is… Whenever something like this happen, I just let my emotions take over…

Okay, here’s the story…

Right now, I’m in KL. I lost my handphone and my IC… Would you believe it?? In my line of work, I must be able to be contacted, 24hours.

MY phone was quite good, still good in fact! I’ve only been using it since february last year, so +- 16 months…

I got myself a replacement, the cheapest new phone I could find, yet it still set me back rm160!

My IC, now, I have to get a new one too.. I just got one not that long ago… In fact, around 2 months ago, because I wanted to change my address for the election!

As bad as it is.. it’s still okay. Then I can have my IC with my new hairstyle.. Hehe..(”,)

Whatever it is.. it only mildly cheer me up… It’s still a bad day, no doubt…
I got a call from my brother in Miri… He too, had a bad day today… He lost his wallet.. So, everything gone, cash, IC, license for him… Poor us both! What are the odds? Don’t you think?

So you.. hope you have a nice day, okies..? GB…

Around a fortnight ago.. My friends and I took the challenge of conquering Mt. Santubong. To be exact, it was on 2nd of May.

So how was it? It’s great! We started at 0940am, reach the peak at 1 pm, and return to our starting point again at 5pm… All in all, it’s worthwhile and worth it, and I’m sure to come back again soon… My gang are planning to do this around July. This was the first time I climbed this mountain. With this experience in hand, we might climb and return a bit faster the next time around.

Be warned though… This expedition is not your casual "walk around the park"   adventure… There’s cliffs to climb, slopes to get down… bottom line, it’s physically and mentally challenging.  Be prepared, it’s not for the pampered…

It’s better if I hve a photo diary to accompany this post, and I do… It’s in the photo album titled also "Santubong Adventures".. LIke they say, a picture is worth a thousand words… Da…

Wishing all mothers Happy Mother’s Day! Today, 13^th May is a special day. It’s the day where mothers are celebrated. Children all over the world celebrate their mothers, be it biological or just mother-figure.

Now, let me talk about my mother. Some of you might know her, but then, some might not. She’s been a great “ma”, and I’m proud of her as my mother!

Her name is Unyang Deng. She was born on the 15^th of September, right around 48 years ago. When she was in secondary school, she began to adopt an English first-name, Nellie. Perhaps this is a bit of useless information, but I’ll mention it anyway. Her name Nellie is not registered in her identity card!

Then, after she borne me (roughly over a quarter of a century ago..) she was known as Hinan Kajan (literally, mother of Kajan in Kayan). In Sarawak, especially among Orang Ulu and Ibans, it’s common for parents to be called as father or mother of their first-born.

Early in her life, she’s already been singled-out to be an outstanding person! She was a good student, and a natural leader. Credit must be given to my grandfather, because he knew the importance of education. It’s also difficult in those days, because the norm for women (especially from Baram) when, or should they finish school (GCE as they called it then, SPM equivalent) was just to get married and have children. She had the full support of my grandfather, supporting her financially and encouraging her to go all out in pursuing her education.

She finally got her diploma from ITM way back in 1980, then she got married in 1981, and I was borne end of that year. Had jobs here and there, worked as a substitute teacher, telephone operator, then finally EPF in 1984. EPF is her longest employer, as she has been there for the pass 23 years.

EPF gave her the chance to further her studies in 1989(UKM). It must have been difficult, because she already had two young children, plus the fact that you enter school again with course mates’ years’ younger than you are, only add to the challenges. She was reluctant at first, because she felt guilty not being around to raise me and my brother. My father though, encouraged her, because it’s a worthwhile sacrifice.

To accommodate, in 1992, my father accepted a posting to West Malaysia (Johor Bahru to be exact), so that our family won’t be too far apart from each other. I remembered those days, I was still in primary schools, on some weekends, we’ll be going to KL to visit her. Then she’ll be in JB for her semester breaks. The road those days aren’t like they are now, not to say they’re bad like some roads in Sarawak, but the roads pass through Felda estates, and it’s long and curvy. A trip from JB to KL will take around 7-8 hours, unlike now, it’s half of that because of PLUS highway.

She graduated in 1993, and she was posted also in JB. Then, she was transferred to Bintulu on promotion in 1995. Me and my brother were to follow her, though my father remained in JB.

I had my SPM (1998) in Bintulu. My father was transferred to KL in 1997. My mother, thinking that it’s best for us to be together again, asked for a transfer to KL. It’s also because of me furthering my studies in UM, it was just good! Finally, early 1999, our family is in KL, together again (though not exactly, because I stayed in college).

It’s funny, because back thenm when I told people about myself, that I’m a Sarawakian with my family living in KL, yet my Sarawak-ness (accent and all) is still perfect! When I balik kampung, it’s just in Cheras, KL and not somewhere in Sarawak.

Now, after eight long years… she’s back home in Miri. It’s been for the past two weeks. It’s the perfect Mother’s Day gift for her.  I’m happy for her. She asked for a transfer, because my father had been transferred here late last year too. She can finally look forward to her retirement, though that’s still a long, long way to go (eight years if mandatory retirement age remains at 56)

God! Guess what? I got side-tracked. Honest truth here, I wanted to write something about my mother but I wrote about our family’s history instead. Thought about deleting, but I’ve spent half an hour doing this, I can’t bear to do it.

By the way, back to my about my mom again. She is a SuperWoman! Smart, Patient, Full of warmth and love! It’s not easy being a career-woman, yet a mother full-time mother at the same time. She epitomizes how a Godly woman should be, the way she loved her family; husband, children, parents, friends and all those around her… I love her. Also, as I grew up to be an adult, she made the transition from being my mom to a friend almost effortlessly. She’s still one of my counsels in life, I love the fact that she trusts me, and believe in me.

My mom’s eyes only… but I want the whole world to know though:

Ma’… I love you… You are the most perfect woman that I know. It’s been said that if a guy is close to her mother, he would looked for traits of her mother in his girlfriend/wife. I’m no different, though for you, ma’, you’ve raised the standard a few notch higher! 

For the future-mother of my children ;P

I’ve said it earlier;

“ It’s been said that if a guy is close to her mother, he would looked for traits of her mother in his girlfriend/wife. I’m no different, though for you, ma’, you’ve raised the standard a few notch higher!”

Now you know my mom, do you have what it takes? I’m just kidding… I’ll know it when it comes. Should you be the one, I’ll let you know. Give me the chance, and you won’t regret it!

My SuperWoman!

Hola…

Here it goes again.. once in a while, i’ll keep it low, as if there’s nothing going  on.. Then suddenly, out of the blue, a blog came out! Hehe.. kinda like this..

I’ll explain why there’s always a long gap in between my posts..

1. Too busy, too many  work commitments.
2.Even if I have the time, I don’t think i’ll spend it blogging..
3. Honestly, I think blogging is tough work. To think of what to write, to write, to check your grammar (perfectionist speaking.. hehe.. As if I am!)

Truth is, yes, as I pass through my day, certain thoughts and ideas do come to mind, and would make great blog topics.. I thought about writing them to be posted in this blog, but then again, blogging is pushed down in my list of priorities.. that’s why, it never see the light, the post then never came to light..

By the way.. why do I blog this time? What do I want to share about?

Mr Kuching’s Project?? Now here’s one reason why I’m not blogging much.. 3-4 nights a week, I’ll spend some time lifting weights.. What’s my motivation? Me for Mr Kuching lah!

So far.. So good.. I made the commitment to start this year. I only tipped the weighing scale once this year, and that was last night. I tipped at 72.5 kg… I actually drop in weight.. though marginally (0.5kg)

Looking at the mirror.. I do feel some changes in my physique. Not much flab.. but I’m trying to lose them too. My arms and shoulders are certainly the first to change. This followed by chest. I’m happy because my weight is still more or less, yet physically, I look bigger..

It’s still early though, still a lot more to work on. My abs seem to be the toughest, though I do spend considerable time targeting that area.

Anyway, readers.. If any of you around Kuching are interested in being my training partner.. feel free to message me.. I live around Green Road.

Okay, that’s all folks.. See you again, and hopefully, I’ll have more good news, perhaps even showing my picture.. haha.. God bless..

I shared earlier this year, that one of my goals is to beef up..@ take up bodybuilding..

It’s not something out of the blue, it’s actually something that I’ve always wanted to do. What’s my motivation? Why do I want to do this?

In my younger days (not that long ago, undergrad days), that’s what I wanted to do. I had the time (reminiscing..those were the days) to do it, but I don’t have the discipline..

I’m blessed to have an active metabolisme.. I was skinny back then, but I have great appetite. I’m able to eat a lot, yet.. nothing happens.. Well, I do exercise regularly, playing soccer and basketball.

Second year, I’ve decided to take up bodybuilding. Did everything I could, bought Weight Gainer, regular attendance in our local gym.. But one thing I didn’t do.. I didn’t do enough research. I only depended on regular meals (3-4 times and inconsistent), and the weight gainers. Truth is, I was ill-prepared, ill-informed. So, naturally, nothing happened. And I blamed my metabolisme.. I gave up after 4 months.

Today, I’m a bit worried..  Living in Kuching,Life is good.. Somehow, true, I don’t exercise as much as I want to..

I see friends and family members, certainly working life has an effect on them.. They don’t look like they used too.. Bahagia lah tek, and we can see it on their expanding waistline.. hehe.. And it does to me too.. My waistline though..it doesn’t expand that much. But I gain weight nevertheless.. My thighs, my God, it’s big now.. Would you believe it, nine kilos in 2.5 years.. (64 to 73)Perhaps.. my metabolisme has slowed down..

But guess what? My body mass has finally increased, and shouldn’t I thank God for it? I’ve always wanted to look good, and healthy.

I had a fear.. That I might be fat again.. That’s right, emphasize the word "fat again".. I was once fat (from ten to sixteen years old), and I certainly don’t want to be again, never..

Please don’t  misunderstand me, thinking that I judge people on their appearances. I don’t. People have the right to be happy. Overall, I was happy back then, but that part of me, being fat made me unhappy. More than anything, I know what it likes being a fatso..( I don’t have to open the can of worms).

My teenage and early twenties, I managed to lose it naturally (lost it to my height?), to the point of being bony. It’s not that I starve myself, it just active metabolisme coupled with an active lifestyle.

Things I do conciously.. Instead of taking the lift or escalator, take the stairs, instead of taking the bus, walk (undergrad days). Hehe.. sounds like I’m giving tips here on weight loss.. Did this in addition to regular exercises.. But I must say, I had a lot of energy.

Now, my goal is different. True, I don’t exercise as much as I used to. But certainly I’m wiser.

I’ve been skinny all this while, now the challenge is to look buff.. It’s not wrong to aim high. I don’t aim to be the next Mr Olympia, Mr Universe etc.. For now, my aim is to look like those underwear models.. (”,) Big chest and abs..hehe..

I’m on my way.. I’ve made my initial investments. I’ve made my research.. Hopefully, I’ll achieve my dreams (or should I say, dream body)

Helo again..

Let’s talk about blogging.. I notice that a lot of friendsters do blog.. but what they post.. to me, doesn’t look like it.. Blogging has become something where they post their favorite poems, song lyrics, jokes, forwarded messages, video clips etc.. To bloggers who do this.. PLEASE.. those things.. I got forwarded messages from e-mails too.. If I want to look for song lyrics or poems, I know where and how to find them on the Net. That’s what I saw on most blogs that I do care to to visit..

I’m all into freedom of expression.. You are free to post anything you want to.. But I also want originality.. Even if you do post something that encorages you (poems, lyrics,etc), wouldn’t it be better to at least comment about it?

Blogging is suppose to be about you, what’s up with you, what you’re all about!

There are some blogs that I do enjoy, and you actually fell connected with the blogger with what they’ve posted.. Friends of mine with great blogs are like Cynthia’s (Now that’s what I called..), Jo’s and Flocy’s (Flo)..

Anyway..this is just my opinion.. But do take up my challenge to  actually post something of your own.. Ok??

Alrighty then.. Blog  away.. GBU!

Hello,

Happy February.. The so called "Month  of love"… whatever!  It’s only  my third post of the year..  I’m not as prolific as  some  friendster..  Once, I aspired to be.. but somehow it got lost along the towards prolificacy (is there such a word??), blogging  on friendster is not something I prioritize..

Anyway.. This is my post:

February to some is a month to look forward to, because of Valentine’s Day. As for me.. it’s a record of sorts.. I don’t spent it with any girl/female for the first time..hmm, since  I cared to celebrate it.. Five years maybe?? 

For this year, I had mine in KL, I just cooked dinner (yess.. I can COOK!) for 2 for me and my male cousin who’s staying with me. It’s just two of us in KL, my mum went off to Miri for holiday with my dad, my brother was in his project’s site somewhere in Beluru..  (not Peluru, not Peru)
Actually, I’m happy.. I never really spend time with this cousin of mine.. Catch up on each others news, etc.. It’s also hard on him to spent the day away from his GF.

I was in KL for 8 days (11-19) for technical training, then off to  Bintulu for  CNY  holidays.. hey, don’t  think  I  don’t  celebrate, aren’t we Malaysians?? I should say.. it was wonderful!

I’m back in Kuching last Thursday (22nd).. Good to be back, but there’s tons of assignments waiting for me..

Truth is, there’s a lot of things on my mind, but I’m not open enough to blog about it.. it’s mostly normal things.. things we go through in our lives.. If its motivating and encouraging, then I’ll post it..

Alrighty then.. That’s all.. A new month is dawning.. Happy March, everyone..