When it comes to parties and fest, I always got super excited and this year, RWMF it didn’t change at all. Yes, I was pretty much excited about the whole thing. Initially we planned to stay at Damai Puri which is just a walking distance from the place but since all of our bookings were cancelled for no apparent reason, we have to settle for Harbour View - which is not bad either.

We too the shuttle bus from our hotel to Sarawak Cultural Vilage which took about an hour to get there because the lousy driver somehow drove us to Santubong Resort before he realized that he’s in deep shit. Stupid bugger!

When we reached the place the party has already started. Massive jams caused by humans and astro creeps making life not as easy as it seems to be but who cares anyway - it’s a fest remember? So, I wouldn’t mind the shoulder to shoulder thingy. That’s life in the fast lane.

Th first workshop I attended was the strings workshop. A few fellas with sitar and what not - simply because I dunno what the hell are those instruments and yes there were “gambus” and I pretty much sure that if anyone of you are from Limbang, you pretty much have heard about this gambus.

Nothing seriously that hot that afternoon as we arrived there a little late but we managed to catch a few mini performances such as the guitar workshop and also percussions - which I enjoyed a lot eventhough I only managed to catch a little glimpse of it.

We spent our time waiting for turns to get tattoed at Lim Kok Wing’s booth which we shouldn’t have toeventhough it’s pretty much worth the wait. The big boss’s tattoo was out of this world. I just love it.

Petrus busy inking ..

Now, some people think that the mud is disgusting. Yes it really is but it’s a fest remember. People don’t mind gettng dirty and if you’re thinking you are going to wear your pretty clothes and not getting dirty might as well you pack up your things and go clubbing in town instead you fat ass! I don’t freaking care about your urbanite friends not being happy because of the mud. It’s a fuckin fest!

We entered the pitt when the song aleng leleng was playing. That pretty much reminds me about the good all YCS days I ad. We used to sing this song for mass and gatherings. It’s fun though.

We moved closer to the stage as time goes by and before we know it, we are just in front of the stage.

Another shot ..

My first experience of RWMF was not a good one I must say. Honestly I didn’t reall enjoy the show because I think that quite a number of the bands playing doesn’t really suit the crowd especiall that Palestinian grup. For me it’s pretty much boring and there’s nothing to shout about at Motofuji’s solo drums performance. It didn’t really impressed me much. I was hoping for something more samba-liked, rattamahatta-liked, capoeira-liked and yes, I am dissapointed at the fact that the budget for this year’s RWMF was cut down. I am definitely not happy!

A few things I think they need to improve on are :

Transportation / parking space
I think this one needs a lot of attention. More bus and less waiting time is better. For God sake we paid for the service and I don’t think it is that hard to get more busses as there are money to be made and the parking space, what more can I say - It’s so damn far!

Toilets
You have the moving toilet and that’s fine with me but what was not fine was this :

Toilet was not in good condition, not well cleaned. For an event like this everything should be top notched. I rather not take pics on what’s inside ad outside,it was an eyesore. No water inside the toilet and how could the management overlooked this things? And if possible more toilets please? Because this is not just a majlis persandingan Rokiah and Raub, there’s gonna be thousands of people flocking the place. Be a little smarter next time.

I was told by Celeste that actualy promotions in KL for the thing was decline. The management refuse to do some performances somewhere in KL for some Gawai Fest held. I thought that was a waste of opportunity, you could have just pocketed more if you just did that. What a shame!

But guys, that won’t stop me from coming again next year and I hope the management hear my plea and a lot of people hav been saying that this is the worst RWMF that they ever attended. I keep my fingers crossed that things will get better next time. don’t fuckin’ care about Penang’s Ranforest blah blah blah …

Arrived in KL after a weekend of so much fun. Not so glad to be back again ..

It was a fine day. I arrive in Kuching on Friday night and it was so fortunately we managed to get a room at Harbour View hotel. A few of our bookings with other hotels had been cancelled, with the Rainforest World Music Festival happening, that is very much expected.

It was nice to just wake up early in the morning in this part of the world because everthing is so refreshing. The view, the smell .. something you just can’t get back in KL. Like the say : Nothing feels like home. I strongly agree.

Borneo Post greets me as early as 6:30 am and “A Life Less Ordinary” was on the front page! Well, that used to be my home not anymore. Texted Suituapui, bongkersz and Mar about it.

First thing in the morning, where to have breakfast? When there’s no one to walk beside you, and no one is there to guide you, who you gonna call? No, not ghost busters, who else if not Suituapui. Since he blogged so much about places to eat in Kuching, I might as well ask for his expert advice.

We had our breakfast at a coffee shop at the end ofthe block of our hotel It’s just opposite the cinema. I can’t really remember the name of the place but one of the places that Suituapui mentioned earlier on.

Kolo mee special

The kolo mee was a little bit mild in taste but the prawn covered up for the dullness of it. Earlier on Suituapui suggested Kolo Mee kosong with Beef soup and so we ordered …

Beef Soup

One of the best beef soup I’d ever had. Simply finger licking good. Breakfast woul not be complete for me if I did not have toast on the table. we called it roti kawin back home. Simple toast with kaya and butter. Love it.

And last but not least. Something that you must try here in Kuching - The few layers Teh C Peng

In a Carlsberg mug. Wow!

Just a re-post on an article in my archive from my old blog. Something o make up for the days without post. Currently working on my Kuching trip posts. I know most of you might have not read this one before. Cheers!

I had an interesting conversation with mom the other day. Compared to my dad, topics that I discussed with her is much more on the softer side of a guy. I think you got what I mean. I just don’t think that my dad would be a suitable person to talk about lovey dovey stuffs or even about my personal stuffs. He’s a very annoying person.

I was helping her in the kitchen, preparing dinner :

“Is it possible to fall in love with or have a love relationship with two different people at the same time?”

“I guess it is possible”

“Why you say so?”

“I’m not an expert or somebody who have vast of experience in these sorts of thing but for me personally when it comes to loving somebody there can’t be only one answer to it. I mean why not possible? Okay, in some aspect people might see that it is wrong to do so but you can’t lie to yourself and tell yourself that you’re not feeling that. You got what I mean?”

“Not really, it’s wrong but you still can have it? I mean still can have that feeling is that what you mean?”

“Well, sort of. It is still love in a sense. Even a failed relationship is still considered love and same goes to the successful one just that it is a different kind of love. Love can’t be only one. That’s how I personally feel”

“Wah .. You talk like the angel of love la ma!”

She gave me a smile ..

“Look who’s talking”

“I will never talk to dad about something like this you know”

“I bet you won’t”

“He’s one of the most freaking annoying living creatures in this world. I wonder why you marry him in the first place. If I’m you, I would certainly not marry that kind of person”

“Like I said, the answer to love is not one”

Mom got me there …

Small Talk : In a few hours I will be Kuching on a short trip. I can’t wait. I’m so excited about it. RWMF here I come!

And then there was Herman,

He was 12, Herman Rosenblat and his family were taken from their home in Poland and sent to a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. Young Herman was forced to work shoveling bodies into a crematorium. All the while he did not know if he, too, would soon be killed.

One day two years later, Herman walked up to the barbed wire fence and saw a girl on the other side. “She says, ‘What are you doing in there?’” Herman says. “I said to her, ‘Can you give me something to eat?’ And she took an apple out of her jacket.”

The girl fed Herman an apple every day for seven months. Then one day he told her not to come back—he was being moved to another camp. “A tear came down her eyes,” Herman says. “And as I turned around and went back I started to cry, too. I started to cry knowing that I might not see her again.”

Herman was shipped to Czechoslovakia. Just two hours before he was scheduled to die in the gas chambers there, Russian troops liberated the camp and Herman was set free.

Almost 15 years later, Herman was living and working in New York City. A friend set him up on a blind date with a woman named Roma Radzika. Herman says he was immediately drawn to her. When they began talking about their lives, Roma asked Herman where he was during World War II. “I said, ‘In a concentration camp,’” he says. “And then she says, ‘I came to a camp and I met a boy there and I gave him some apples and I sent them over the fence.’

“And suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. And I said to her, ‘There was a boy? Was he tall?’ And she said, ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘And one day he told you not to come around anymore because he’s leaving?’ And she says, ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘That boy was me.’

Roma and her family had moved from Poland to Germany, using forged papers to hide that they were Jewish. They lived on a farm next to Herman’s camp, posing as Christians to avoid being captured. Roma says when she brought apples and bread for Herman, he used to say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, what can I tell you? I proposed right then and there,” Herman says. “I said, ‘Look, I’ll never let you go anymore. … Now that we’re free we’re going to be together forever.’”

Isn’t that one of the greatest love story ever told? I was watching Oprah earlier on and it just s trucked me how wonderful love can be and how God and faith played a very important role in our life. This is what I would like to call the evidence of a miracle.

There are dozens of miracles everyday for us. Miracles that we either choose to accept and savour, or we choose to overlook altogether. All miracles are exactly the same - there are no big or small. Might not be the exact thing but maybe leads to, you know the same path, heading to the same direction. They are gifts to remind us to consciously choose love and joy rather than fear and attack. It is so in-complicated and unscientific, yet believable.

The part that touched me the most, something that I would never forget all of my life. It was when Herman stood and addressed his wife:

Darling, you’ve fed me when I was hungry. You fed me when we were married. You fed me…until now. But now I’m not hungry anymore, and I’m hungry for your love!

I felt like crying …

Been running out of ideas of what to write of late, but somehow *winks*winks* just gave me an idea. So credit goes to her for the birth of this post.

Time to bitch around a bit. I wonder how does it feel like to not have a real job but to have a bottomless pocket. That sounds pretty much fun isn’t it? You don’t have to crack your nut brain up, working your big fat ass out to earn a living. Imagine yourself going places - Rome, Milan, London, Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, LA, Prague

• The endless shopping spree

• Staying in 5 star hotels

Oh, you wish, CIBOL! *smack*smack*

With the need for leisure and also money become increasingly crazy, I just can’t help myself but to think about it. I sometimes just wonder why can’t I be like femes phat ass blogger? Or maybe the Singaporean Drama Bitch Queen? Or maybe that friggin faget, which I kinda forgot about his name, well you know who. I don’t need to explain that much. While writing this, imagining my money rollng in the bank, multiplying, diversifying my assets - Boo! Maybe one day I’ll get there. Just maybe, definitey maybe.

Just an update, I got RM 26.35 on my nuffnang. I will be having a few ads in another few days starting from 11th till 18th of July. So, please help a poor blogger earn some bucks by - the least you could do is to surf cibolution.com from every single PC with different IPs that you can find. You can hop from one cyber cafe to one cyber cafe if you want, or better still spread the news all around, like you do the - Cancer Awareness thingy. Better still if you have a banner created just for me, I would appreciate that. Ask your mom, dad, brothers and sisters, church mates and your whole family to do the same. You’re doing a good deed! Trust me, you will not rot in hell if you do that.

Now you might think that I’m beginning to hate my job. No, you’re wrong. I love my job, just that I hate my boss. Who doesn’t? A person that everybody loves to hate. He’s like a complete SEO pack for your blog. Every single four letter word you type will lead you to him. That shows how “best” he is. What I am trying to say here is that, it’s 2:44 am and I’m still here in front of my laptop typing this entry wishing and hoping that money will fall down from the sky. Full stop!

Whoaaaaa!!!

I want a VIP pass, can or not?

I want to be like phat ass blogga can hang out with Marion Caunter after the show!

Can? Can? Can?

Yup, I am coming for the most prestigious event in Sarawak (Don’t want to say Kuching coz later Kuching people kembang hidung). What else if not the Rainforest World Music Festival? Yes, that event Penang want to copycat by having their very own Rainforest blah blah blah blah

My message : Oit, running out of original idea ah brader? Pooodahchit!

Now I’m telling you that this is the 10th year running that the event will be held! How cool is that? 10 years of glory. That is if I’m not mistaken because I am, right now at this very hour is already so very lazy to go and google for facts and stats - I hate stats!

For those who have never heard of this event, I pity you but not to worry because here Cibol will explain to you eventhough not in details, I will try.

The Rainforest World Music Festival is a unique festival that brings
together on the same stage renowned world musicians from all
continents and indigenous musicians from the interiors of the
mythical island of Borneo.

How is that? Ok, I know I just copy paste that from the original website but I think that is enough to let you guys know, get a little bit of the groove of what’s going on. Indigenous music will be played. No, not Coldplay you idiot! That’s another indie. I am talking about a more tribal, culturalistic kind of music with no beat box, nigga ragga, pussycat dolls or Smashing Pumpkins. Get it? I hope so ..

Personally, I think I know what to expect.

WOODSTOCK! - Not!

No, keep it clean dudes and duddettes. No sex, drug and alcohol. If you’re trying to get funny, the beach is just a walking distance away. If you’re getting a lil bit horny, lotsa bushes around but please not in the crowd. I don’t want to see some ugly balls, I just want to enjoy and feel the music.

To date there will be about 16 performers confirmed list of performers to get you go up and down on the freaking ground. To be honest, I’ve never been to one before eventhough I was born and breed in Sarawak. So, this will be something to be remembered. So, I do hope to see you guys rocking the place up! Catch you there!

Aram meh kitai ngansar ke kaki!

Small Talk : Hurm .. Seems like this Xiaxue Vs Dawn Yang battle is getting very very interesting. It is a good thing that I woke up early in the morning, turn on my lappie and then get connected to the internet,being served with lotsa hot and spicy gossips - I’m talking about the battle of the wits la.

I am currenty having quite a time in thinking about what else can I do to enhance the look of my blog. I need to pimp it really bad I guess. Personally I kinda like the whole jeans theme, I am quite happy with it at the moment. Not that I am all stressed up about the whole thing.

I personally prefer the two columns type because I can put up more pictures eventhough I do think that sometimes the pictures are just way too big and with that ugly cibolution.com watermark, it can’t get any better than that.

Okay, maybe I am a little bit too free on a Saturday morning being not knowing what to do. Basically sick and tired of watching damn boring MTV and AFC. Maybe I just had too much of it. It is getting me back into the starving and craving for some munch mode.

Trying to add that top commentator widget on my blog. Hopefully I can get that sorted out in no time later. S, I would like to thank noktah hitam for all the info. Caya lah bro!

At the moment I have only three useful plugins installed and another few 4 or 5 useless ones which I don’t really know why I put that inside my blog in the first place. That SEO packs seems super cool in a way but I personally do not know whether I really need that or not because most of the time what I did with this blog is just post and post and more post, that’s all.

So please God help me so that I will see the light to enlighten me to go through all this.

Small talk : Just landed in KL from Miri a few hours ago. I will miss that place dearly. Will be updating my blog with the trip.

Banks and financial institutions are primarily responsible for the robberies that occur at their outlets, says Federal CID director Commissioner Datuk Mohd Bakri Zinin.

He said the recent spate of robberies of and from the automatic teller machines (ATM) was due to their negligence.

“We have found that most banks and financial institutions do not upgrade or maintain their security systems like they are supposed to.

“Our findings also show that some robberies involved staff and security personnel that the banks failed to monitor properly,”

Source : The Star

When I first read of this piece of news, the first thing that came to my mind was yes, it’s the aged old classic finger pointing again. It’s just like rape cases on high due to sexiness and perhaps applying lipsticks and wearing high heels, whichever you like in the first place.

Some of the remarks like “alert us immidiately on the incident so that we can deploy a patrol car” seems to be a lil bit off for me. If you are refferring to the case above who would be at any bank at 530 AM in KL?

If you’re talking about alarm and all, any noise would easily trigger the banks alarm already and to take out an ATM machine from the bank’swall would take at least 15 minutes. So, I’m curious whether this fella ever seen an ATM before? Do you know how big is an ATM? It is not just a piece meta stuck to the wall as it seems you know. It’s huge and heavy and even with a backhoe it will take time to be taken away.

Talk about security, alarm should have been triggered by then and at any ATM there will be an alarm device or whatever you call it - attached to any external unit of ATM. If anything happen, it should have alerted the security center and given the fact that ATMs are not that easy to be removed, there should be enough time for the patrol to be there on time and all these talks about tight security, CCTV and whatever shit really confused me.

Talk is cheap, next time. Think before you talk, do your homework before you make any remarks. I pity you for what you’ve said Commissioner. You’re just as dumb as I think you are.

Small Talk : I know, again I change my theme. I can’t help it

The turban (from Persian دلبند or دولبند, dulband via the Turkish tülbent) is a headdress consisting of a long scarf-like single piece of cloth wound round the head or an inner hat.

In a short, it’s a piece of clothe wrapped up around your head.

The men of many Islamic cultures have worn or wear a headdress of some sort that may be considered a turban. Islam however does not require any sort of head wrap or headdress except for a woman’s headscarf. Head wraps that men wear are called several names and worn in different ways dependent on region and culture. Examples include Umamah (Arabic: عمامة) in Arabic, and dastār (Persian: دستار) in Persian.

And now

Helmet is a type of protective headgear used by motorcycle riders. The primary goal of a motorcycle helmet is motorcycle safety - to protect the rider’s head during impact, thus preventing or reducing head injury or saving the rider’s life. Some helmets provide additional conveniences, such as ventilation, face shields, ear protection, intercom etc.

Image courtesy of The Star

A question has arisen in the small town of Kota Bharu whether it is an offence to wear the “serban” instead of helmets according to The Star and I find that it is rather amusing how people would think twice whether it is good or not to wear “serban” on the road. I am truly impressed by the shallowness and the short mindedness of these people who think it is ok to do so.

And the way that the State police chief Senior Asst Commissioner is dealing with it is for me far from pleasing because this is just some things that you actually do not have to take a lot of time to think whether it is right or wrong or the ban should be imposed or not. I do not think that you need to interprate the fucking traffic ordinance or whatsoever and to have it studied from A-Z whether it is right or not you fucking dickhead.

Personally for me there should not be a question whether to wear or not to wear because it is all about safety. If you think that your “serban” can save you from cracking your skull, go ahead!

I’m so wronged, fucked up and overrated …

I had quite a rough day at work; workloads now piling because when my colleague was on leave everything was handed to me and you and I know how fucked up life can be when you got a whole-fuckin-lotta work to do and it really doesn’t help when you have a dickhead that knows nothing in your office and yet he sit in a big air conditioned room minding only his own fuckin business. How I wish he fuckin bloats full of worms and infectious maggots feasting on his fucking rotten and swelling intestines! Oh, God I don’t need all these! To hell with it!

Insane am I the only motherfucker with the brain?

Trying to get everything done so that I can go on leave as a happy person - stress free!

In the meantime, I’m indulging myself with new release from Sevendust - The Past. Now you guys might not have heard of Sevendust before but I’m here to tell you that this band rocks like hell! Now this number is for all of you, The Past - Sevendust Feat Chris Daughtry. Enjoy and I’ll be seeing you guys in Miri.

I might not be the best person to talk about this matter. But since everyone has been talking about the issue, I decided to pen down my thought in this post. No, I would not like to call it an article of my own as most of the things that I know came from the sources that you might have came across in plight of searching for an answer to the question of why is this ridiculous sudden hike of petrol price.

Nothing last forever … And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW : Where have all the huge amounts of Petronas money gone to? There are rumors out there saying that the nation’s biggest oil digging company will go down to the fucking ground by the year 2018 AD! Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!

Government is another way to say better, than, you!

Image courtesy of Mob’s Crib

What’s the secret all about? Translucent flesh and feeble bones? The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones, but they just can’t.

Running rampant with free thoughts to free form the free and clear The Petronas agreements have been classified secret. Why? What clauses are in the agreement that the people should not know? This secrecy also includes the secrecy of Petronas’ detailed annual report which is shielded from public scrutiny, making it an organization without public accountability. Now, do you think you serve a purpose or purposely serve?

We all have heard rumors that the oil produced by Petronas is not sold directly to the world market but is channeled through a few Beavis and Butthead who reap the benefit of the supply from our pulsating nation far below market prices. Keep your fingers crossed because the truth is all lost. There’s BUT in it but a total wreck! Try refuse, try resist.

Who the fuck are these bastards?

Why are they there in the first place?

Your whole system sucks ..

We have been spending time looking through the glass, seeing everything is just so transparent. Don’t know how much time has passed. It feels like forever but no one ever tells us that forever feels like home sitting all alone inside your head. All this is making things a bit insane.

Well, maybe what I have written down here is not really about the hike but maybe more on letting off angst out of this little piece of mind ..

P/S: Thanks to Max Cavalera and Corey Taylor for al the vocabs. You guys rocks!