Archie tagged me. I’m in a rush, might be late for work so .. here you go!

1. Where is your cell phone? On the table, next to my laptop
2. Your significant other? My one and only Lah ..
3. Your hair? Used to be black now hazelnut - I think so
4. Your mother? My mother what? Hair? Also black
5. Your father? Also
6. Your favorite thing? Money - Can’t live without em
7. Your dream last night? A kinky one. Not gonna share it with you ..
8 Your favorite drink? Tea + Lemon - Anything around that corner
9. Your dream/goal? Be rich
10. The room you’re in? Now living room, half an hour ago was in bed, naked
11. Your hobby? Crapping
12. Your fear? Height
13. Where do you want to be in 6 year? Hopefully back in Sarawak
14. What you’re not? Elvis? Bush? Obama? Anything but cibol
15. Muffins? Yup, like those from Kenny Rogers. Yummy!
16. One of your wish list items? More money
17. Where you grew up? Sebauh, Miri - depends
18. The last thing you did? Scratching my balls
19. What are you wearing? White shirt with black pants. I’m all clothed now
20. Favorite gadget? PsP
21. Your pets? None at the moment
22. Your computer? Acer Aspire 3680
23. Your mood? Bored
24. Missing someone? My one and only ..
25. Your car? Nope. Don’t even have a driving license
26. Something you’re not wearing? Thong?
27. Favourite store? Padini
28. Like someone? Of course
29. Your favorite color? Blue
30. When is the last time you laughed? Last night
31. Last time you cried? I forgot … but why so serious?

Ok, I wanna tag all these people :

Drumsticks

Daniel

Clare

Charyelle

The majestic view of Hilton Hotel facing Sungai Sarawak

Sungai Sarawak

Another shot at Sungai Sarawak

I love this shot - Along waterfront

Another shot at it

Perfect!

Something caught my attention. See these beautiful tribal design?

The new DUN building - Boring!

Another design on the tiles

Kuching Waterfront Walk of Fame - Rajah Brooke!

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 …

One of the best damn thing is that I met lotsa celebrities along the way.

With Channel [V]’s Dom

The guy is so freaking cool. I saw him at the entrance but I didn’t have the guts to approach him being a shy me *blush*blush* It so happened that he was there nearby the Lim Kok Wing tattoo parlour and I finally went up to him and said

“Dom! Can I take a picture with you?”

“Be my guest. Not a problem at all. You want to hold the mic?”

In my heart - “Channel [V], I hope I’m on TV”

That was so freaking cool!

Lim Kok Wing was having this temporary tattoo’s parlour during the event. While I was wandering around I saw a long lost friend, Ivan. I didn’t know that he is now studying at Lim Kok Wing. When asked about why Lim Kok Wing and why not continuing with UiTM he said - “Passion. I love arts”

And so I asked him to draw a tattoo for me. A temporary one of course. I chose the Borneo Scorpion to be put on my right hand.

Ivan, concentrating …

Almost done …

Then along came Xiao. Initially I wanted him to draw me tattoo but he was so busy back then and I decided to go for Ivan but I guess in a way he felt bad because I waited a bit too long for that and he decided to draw something for my left hand. How cool is that? Having two tattoo artist working on your body at the same time. So freaking cool!

Xiao doing his thing …

Don’t worry, it was just ink and no needles

My Borneo Scorpion is done

My tattoo is done. A long dragon tattoo along the arms down. Cool! I look so young and dangerous. You don’t wanna mess with me.

I just love that. It’s pretty though.

Karen and Lily had theirs too and I think it was so freaking awesome! Floral designs for the ladies. Love it

I shall be back with more updates on RWMF. Catch ya some other time!

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 …

I don’t have that flair in writing like I used to. I can’t even explain or find the reason why I feel like I’m losing my grip on writing a good post. The language is not good anymore, the writings got boring, even for me myself to read. I remember last time I used to read my own post over and over again in a day.

I used to write a post a day during those days. I kinda agree that now Im beginning to put less effort in coming out with a good post. I spent less time writing, I don’t write as much as before. I guess I’ve changed in a way. Not personally I hope but maybe just literally in an out of order state of creativity.

During those days I would even write something in the wee hour if I think like writing one. I would be afraid that what I have in my mind would fade away if I don’t pen it down at that particular moment.

How it’s gonna be?

Am I losing it?

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!