Monday, November 29, 2004

Namaste Motherfucker!!

Namaste Motherfucker,

That’s the greeting among us, the bad and crazy boys. Now is 1318 and I just got back from lunch and 20 minutes of self-meditation in my private room. Never a day I will live without my private room. Sigh..what a snake...

I am now waiting for a meeting with a local sales engineer to discuss a strategy to promote our steam engineering courses. So I have exactly 25 minutes to type all my craps for the past few days which is quite unlikely to happen because I am a person who can’t stopping once I start to rock the keyboard.

I will rewind the activities of past few days. First the pre-farewell party which was plan for 5 of our friends who is going back to their respective home country namely Kaske and Yoske to Japan, Hendreanekka and Jos to Holland and Michal, the sensitive guy, back to poland.

The preparation was great. Lots of foods was self-prepared, mostly by the outgoing trainees. I did play a minor roles in preparing the chicken salad. Jos did a great Indian rice (something like Briyani rice). Michal did a benana milk shake, chicken salads with olives, eggs and sweet corns and the Japanese cooked a miso soup and some stuff that look like pizza but it was a eggs, stuffed with beef.

That afternoon, Michal, Omar the fucking rambo and I went to MG road and brought some important stuff. Since I finished John Grisham’s “The Brethren”, so I ended up with another 2 books which is Dan Brown’s “Da vinci code” and Hitler autobiography, “mein kempf” which means my struggle which part of it was written when he was in prison. I already started about one chapter and so far, the reading was great. Grisham on another side, needless to say, as always, compelling and gripping to the end.

Omar was crazy, he stopped by a gun shop and brought a rifle and went back to shoot pigeons in our roofless balcony. For a while it was tolerated because he didn’t do anything that hurt no one except for the pigeons but after a while he went over the line and starting to go around up and down the apartment to aim and shoot at the poor pigeons. When the neighbour started to look at him suspiciously, some of us was worry that the neighbour might report to police (shooting birds openly is illegal in India). But he ain’t listen to nobody (he’s one stubborn motherfucker, a real pain-in-the-ass).

Things got worse when the ever paranoia Bernard a.k.a Jack Nicholson got completely freak out and starting to think that the police is coming to bust us and if it is true, then all of us might be in deep trouble and may as well forget about the farewell party because it was not the gun (rifle shot gun) that matter, it was the 4 month old marijuana plant in our balcony that matter). So Nicholson keep freaking out and bugging everybody with “the police is coming”, “ I think we should hide the plant” etc. He did brought up his concern of the plant few days before this and he did voice out of his disapproval on keeping the plant in the house and Omar and I keeping the weed in the closet. I was really piss off when his non-stopping freaking out attitude bothered me and for the first time, I shouted at him, straight to his face:

“Shut up, will you??, there isn’t any police coming, stop freaking out on me, what we said was there might be a possibility, rilexs, will you”

I mean when in situation like these, what we don’t need is another freako like Bernard to make matter even worse, what we need is a calm mind to resolve the matter with uninamous decision. So what we did was, we destroyed the plant, fearing that police might come. But anyhow, Deepak, our indian friend went to the neighbour and apologise of Omar ignorance’s in shooting. But we still destroyed the plant anyway. Maybe we did it out of everybody’s sake or maybe out of tolerance. As for me, I was fine but just somewhat sad coz I will not have the opportunity to watch the baby grow, to be male or female. But I can live with that, for everybody’s sake. To cut the story short, rambo managed to shot two pigeons, pluged away the feathers, wash them, stuff them with rice, cook some yogurt and finally fried them. The smell was really great and I was invited to join him for the late lunch. I didn’t want to eat the poor pigeons but since the curiosity in me is killing the cats around me, I ended up eating it and was finger licking good.

It was my first time, so my stomach got upset and from yesterday’s overdose of “shit”, I ended up with headache and stomachache. I took 2 tablet of panadols, drank lots of waters, went to sleep and woke up before the party begin. I swore this is going to be the first and the last time I eat the poor pigeons, not because I felt sick but because of the cruelty act of robbing away the freedom of a bird. You may say what’s the different between eating a chicken or cow and a pigeons? I think there is no difference, God created us and the animals and all all of us are destined to be in His circle of life. Species eating another species to survive another day, follow by reproduction and so on...It is bad enough that we human kill millions of land and water’s living creatures for our daily life therefore to kill another living creature up and free in the sky will made it even worst hence I cannot tolerate this.

At night, all invited guest started to come and the dinner begin. I was as usual, the people’s elected DJ of the occasion. Guns N’ Roses, Beef, Blof, NoFX, Coldplay, Ozzy Osbourne, Ernie Smith, Oasis, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Nelly, MissyElliot, Eminem etc was played to entertained the guest. The dinner was great and in less than an hour, most of the food especially the Japanese eggs with beef and Poland’s chicken salads was attacked to the core.

For a huge party like this, it was funny that all of the foods which seems a 4/5 portion of the spending was actually only 1/5 of the spending. The rest of the 4/5 of the spending goes to 4 boxes of beers, bottles of hard liquor and soft drink. So the party went on until the ungodly hours of 5am. Towards the end, around 2-3 am, most of us was somewhat high, stone and slightly drunk but yet still very much sober and awake. We were laughing at everything we did. The crazy and “sensitive” boys were fuck up-ed particularly Jos the Nickelback, Wimp william of Holland (nice and cool guy, a non aiesec trainee that earning big euro salary living in India), Kaske the Nippon, Michal the sensitive man and me. They were so obsessed with the way I squat like a “apek cina” (chinese old man). Of course the nippon can do it very well but the whites just simply can’t do it (but they did it anyway). We squated in a circle and laughed at nothing, some dripping beers/alcohol from mouth, some simply imitated the Indians by spitting at the floor. We even crushed some of the stuff like badminton racquet, plates and cups, cutlery, rubbish bins etc. It was a completely crazy mess and scenes.

Farewell party always sentimental. Kaske the nippon was crying non-stop during the gift and speech session. It was sad that he has to go back to Japan, where he has to start his repititive life. That day is soon for me:(

The house were in total mayhem and chaos after the party. The floor seems like after flooded.

By the way, the new arrived trainee, the big boob nice ass dutch girl name is Marealla. She looks like Mel C of Spice girls. (slightly).

We also have new guy who is gonna move in to our apartment tomorrow. He was in the farewell party as well. He is David and he looks like a young prodigy or professor from Harvard school. He is the man. In less then 24 hours since he moved in, he as assumed the work of a plumber, fixer etc. He fixed the toilet (2 weeks spoilt, the water was stuck) in less than hour, he fixed kitchen stuff and lots more. He is from Czech Republic. Next week, a new trainee, Barbina from Poland is coming. Rumours has it that she is also pretty looking. I hope so. When asked about how he fixed the toilet and water stuck, he said he just talked to the water and asked the water “where do you wanna go” and the water show him the way, hence he fixed it.

The dutch guy was crazy too. Wimp william is his name. He wrote me a song that night and here how’s it goes;

“ Nameste Motherfucker!
Blow job is great
Peter is fucking great
And tonight he has a date
With the A30 mate (that suspicious shorty, red-hair gay)”

Alp the turkish guy like I say is always cool. That night we chatted quite a lot and we shared so much interest in our taste in musics. I mean how often can you meet someone who has been to Metallica, Suede, Kula Shaker etc concert?? How often can you meet someone who listen to Ugly kid joe, Faith no more and those old school rock bands? I mean nowdays the kids are so sick that they only know about Linkin Park and HipHop only...How often can you meet someone that can debate and chat with you the evolution of Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Jimi Handrix, Black sabbath? Alp and Jos is one of those. We also share same taste in Jazz musics. He liked my Ernie Smith and he is going to lend me his collection of his Jazz collection when he travel to North India. (which is tomorrow).

Kek, if you read this, I wanna tell you that I miss the times when we talked non-stop about our passion of the evolution of Rock music. You are the Grandfather of rock, so, keep rockin!!!

All in all, the party was great and sentimental too. At the moment of writing this crap, Kaske already left and Michal is leaving Tuesday and Jos in a week or so. With the old batch gone, the new one, one by one is arriving thus everything will change. The tradition is, buy a Indian flag and let them sign or write a words of wisdom on it. Everybody has one including me.

The six-pack training with Rambo has taken place. We do this every other day and trust me it wasn’t easy. It was so fucking intense. So much dicipline required, so much that it remind me of my football training back in high school. I have to reduce my drinking habit (drink only in the weekend), reduce smoking (a 20 sticks for 2-3 days), smoking less shit ( smoke only on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, sometime once a week) which I complyed succesfully.

I also starting to record my daily financial expenditure. I am saving my ass for the GOA trip.

Apart of what has been written here, the rest of stuff are pretty repetitive and routine. I don’t want to blind you or misleading that all wonderful things happen in traineeship. It only happen in the weekend and during travelling or maybe public holidays. Only when you add up all, you will get a wonderful traineeship

The GOA trips has been reschedule to end of December. I am looking forward to meet the girl of my dream. We got our leaves reschedule in less than a minute. So, experiencing new year in a golden sand, beautiful beaches and bitches, beer and weed, lay down just do nothing will be the most looking forward thing to do. And with that I sign off and on behalf of crazy people here, we say: Namaste Mother fucker!!! ( Good day mother fucker!!!)

Saturday, November 27, 2004

I am the greatest snakepit

The time is 13:57 and I am in my office, Forbes Marshall. Here I am, the king of snake, pretending to be busy working on my “analysis comparison” but are typing my public diary instead. I don’t know why I always procascinating.

So far things has been so good to me. Although, work wise, my time schedule is still consider slow but progressing as other projects are slowly coming in now, to be plan and execute simultanously.

From this morning until now, I went to my “private room” twice already. The first time was for real business. You know...”real business” like dropping bomb and missiles on Nagasaki bowl.

The second time was for fake business, writing my business proposal in my sleep and followed by one chapter of Grisham’s “The Brethren”. This story is really interesting, so interesting that I can’t even put it down for more than an hour.

Man...if any of you manage to become a HR manager, please black list me in your recruitment program, as I am one of the greatest “snake”, from the snake temple, Penang island.

Last two day I finally met up with the Managing Director of the company. He looks nothing like an Indian. Dr Nausyed Forbes, son of Darius Forbes the founder and chairman. He is 44 years of age, he can be consider young for the top position. He is a smart and intelligent man and he is a regular speaker to Stamford University, USA, delivering various topics concerning steam engineering and boiling and etc.

He looks like mid eastern guy but he is a persian. His stlye is like mid-age guy, lawyer, one of Carrie Bradshaw’s boyfriend in Sex & the city which I can’t remember his name. Well, persian believe when the body die, it have to hang from the tree upside down, and let the bird eat the rest of the body so the soul could be set free in the afterlife. (sources from Omar the fucking rambo)

Anyway, Thomas and I presented our project to him for about 45 minutes, together with our boss and he suggested some keypoints to our ongoing project.

He made a mistake when he offered his chicken sandwich during the meet, thinking that we would never eat it but it was the other way around.

The dutch party I mentioned in my Hampi special diary was OK, nothing to boast about, partly because I was still suffered from the blues of the girls. But now the blues is subsiding.

We had about 40 sheshe and hehe combined. The dutch was great and needless to say I ate like a pig. They were cooking pasta and spaggeti but Dutch stlye. The orange flag was stick up to the high wall, tall and proud, with dutch musics in the air all night long. The music was not bad at all regardless, reggae or rock or HipHop, all were great.

I had copied them into 5 seperate CD. Among the band are Brain power (Rap/HipHop), Beef (Raggae) and Blof (Rock) and others. There is this group of Iranian chicks were there and one of them were freakingly gorgeous, look like supermodel which I didn’t get her name mainly because Thomas C1 was working on her. This was last Friday.

Saturday night was another so called dutch night. It was double birthday celebration of Dennis the Irish boyband lookalike and Christeen, both are dutch. What are the dutch doing?? Why are they everywhere and yet, the population is still marginal.

It was held in “Ola” the pub ten minutes away from my apartment. Jos the Nickelback, Nicholson, Thomas Germany, Omar Rambo, Michal and I walked there and in the midway, we stopped for a big dinner at “Burger King”. Of course it is fake one. Here apart from the BK, they also have “MashDonald” and “PizzaHot”, all serve great food, almost original with much cheaper price.

Before we reached Ola, we stopped at the shisha cafe, next to Ola for a round of Shisha. I really fall in love with the shisha cafe eventhough I must confess that I am not a good shisha smoker. What I like about was the ambience, the setting and the music they played. It somehow make you feels like you are in Cuba or mexico cafe. They play only Cuban and Latino jazz songs. Even the DJ / bartender looks like Fidel Caestro.

The Saturday night birthday party was just OK. I don’t know why everything is just OK for me these days, maybe it was a sign that age is catching up with me and I no longer have the strong bone to sustain my crazy movement? Maybe...I say maybe.

A lots of people were there, mostly known and some unknown. The Iranian chicks were there as well but I didn’t talk to them as they were with group of Iranian superhero which most of them looks like the actors from Venezeula’s soap opera show.

Now is 1434 and I am still typing and occasionally change to my excel sheet whenever my boss come around. You may say I am a fucker but I don’t care as long as what demanded of me is delivered and I am in the midst of delivering, but not yet, for now:)

The end of Diwali means the beginning of real winter. The weather is getting really cold at night, starting from 6pm all the way till morning 9am. The daytime is the same like us. But the night time really freakingly cold. Yesterday was 15 degree and will go down to 5 degree during the peak. Who will know India can go even colder than Malaysia’s Genting?

I know the degree is peanut compare to EU countries or the US of A but comparing to Malaysia, it is definitely much colder than Genting. So cold that my lips still dry and occasionally pealing off and today my skin is also pealing off like a snake change its skin.

Yesterday a new trainee from Holland has arrived. And again, what a chick? The boys were making sexual jokes on her the moment she left us for bedtime. Haha....but she’s a cool girl. And she’s adapting very well. She is going to stay in my apartment.

This Omar the Rambo really funny and always proud of his “big” little Johnny. His habit is always flapping his little Johnny until it get really “motivated” and being proud of it. He favourite question is “Do you wanna suck my dick tonight?” with his cunning chuckle... what a fucking sicko....Trust me, all my life I have never see the size of little Johnny as big and long as those in my VCD or those of black one.

We spoke to our boss about our foreseeable trip to GOA islands next month and he was very supportive. But we told him it was a cultural trip on India and the destination haven’t been confirm yet. So we will have our leaves as long as we plan our schedule well.

This morning in company’s canteen, Omar, Thomas and I were having breakfast as usual and Omar the Rambo suddenly brought up “a real guys talk”, a talk that most of the guy won’t talk or share when with grilfriends. It was a talk of all the girls we ever met or saw from all the parties, workplace, visitors, trainees, Mumbai, Hampi etc, on whether are they fuckable or not, if given choice to fuck for free without any post-responsibility (the famous question in high school)??

It was funny and we laugh while drinking tea and eating egg scramble as we went through one by one, some remember not by name but by other criteria namely places, height color weight, hair etc.

Of all the 20 to 30 over candidates, only 5 are not fuckable. So there it goes, the real guy talk before our work started. But friends remain friends, and something never go away, the habit of boys cracking out crude guys talk, eventhough no offence or hatred intended to all of our girlfriends here or friend related to the girls.

You will understand what this jokes means if you watch the 2 times Emmy award winning, Ray Romano’s “Everybody loves Raymond”

Any of the boys who say they never commit such crime are surely a liar under the hot sun and in broad daylight, a man that lies through his teeth and live life with full of hyprocrisy. That’s one man’s opinion.

As for tonight, all the A20 residents and friends are invited to a private party by Patrick, another German guy who work for a car company; Daimler something, in his house. Tomorrow is a big farewell party for Michal the polish, kaske and yoshke the Japanese, Josh the Nickelback and Hendreanekka the Jimi Hendrix. These trainees will be leaving Pune for good, some going back to work and some to complete their study. I think Laura, the beautiful Laura will be coming. One of the visit that I have been waiting so long:)

Now is 1455 and I think I wanna sign off and I need to do my project analysis. Till then,

Love and regards,


Thursday, November 25, 2004

The thought of yesteryears

Written by Peter Ooi

Born into the world
Live your life in a wasted place
Nobody care, only the dust, the dirt and the smoke
Yet still, millions of people watching
Your growing up

Sympathy is not what you want
Education is not what you need
Gold and silver is not what you search
But love is…
Love is what you want, need and desire

Growing up breathing the polluted air
Growing up bathing in the dirty river
Growing up running around barefooted
Sometime half naked, yet always unprotected
Not knowing you are knocking at death door

Now as one fine man, living life luxuriously
Thinking to yourself
Of how you can even get here

It must have been those happy days
Where you and few kids from the neighborhood
Build and shaped the love and friendship
That deserted all sadness and misery
That torches the light to a bright futureAnd along the journey, all way till today

A Gay in our life (A tribute to shorty)

Written by Peter Ooi

I see him almost everyday
He comes knocking on my door
Come into my house, uninvited

He’s short, cubby, and always smiley
He has a red-hair too
Seating on my couch
Walking around the house
Wishing everyones

“Hello how are you”
In his own draggy sweet little tone

He talks to you so softly
He speaks to you so gently
He stares at you so lovely

He shook your hand
Like the people of British
Kiss the hand of Her Majesty
So soft yet so tender

And now he’s a joke
The jokes of the house
The jokes of Briyani rice in his ass
And on our penis too
The jokes of us boys seducing each other
With the thought of his face
Still crystal clear in our head

Now everybody bitch about him like a celebrity
As our favorite pastime
And to kill our strange boredom too…

But the question remain unanswered
Is he Gay??

The truth is out there

I guess this is a story ofA gay in our life.

My Own World

Written by Peter Ooi

An unordinary man
Living in an ordinary world
Surrounded by the big city life

Seating there, in the dark, secluded
Down the little smelly street
The can is your pillow
The floor is your mattress
The paper is your blanket
Rubbish and other unwanted goods everywhere
Smell of human and animal’s shit in the air

Observing in silent, laughing in mystery
Thinking in your own thought
About the thousands of people
That walk passes you. Each and every day
And yet, didn’t notice you were there
Or they simply don’t care
For you are worse than the dogs and the cats
In their pair of flashy eyes

They should have cry for you, but they didn’t
Instead, you cry for them
For their miserable sad and pathetic life
A life where every roads is destination
A life where dollar is king
And wealth and fortune is God

Man busily rushing
To be lonely at the top
Women are equally fast too
Just to prove the modern meaning of feminism

But all of that don’t bother you
For you are living on your own
With friends, God and ghost
That never exists but only in you
In your own world
And for that…You’re happier than they are

People around you

People around you

Written by Peter Ooi

He is Kaske, the Nippon, the first friend I ever met here
He is Michal, the polish who almost got me into brawl
With a rickshaw driver, turn out to be one of my closest friend
His name is Thomas, one of many post Hitler germans,
Who looks like a Germany football hooligan, but a straight, funny guy
And then came along Bernard, often dubbed as Jack Nicholson
Always with his strange peculiarity, that everybody love to hate

His name is Jos, the Nickelback vocalist look-alike,
From the land where all illegalities are simply legal
From the same land are big momma, who seems to know everything
Her name is Hendreanekka
She is Stefani, a cool girl dancing every single moment,
From the land that call Austria, a country of “no kangaroo”
And let’s not forget, the love of life, Gokce the Turkish girl,
Where the boys had long anticipated her presense
But came uninvited, and left unexpectedly

In between such crazy moment
There is Gidena, a German girl who looks like Gytneth Patrow
Who seems like a lover to me
And the last ride in,Omar the fucking Rambo,
from the land where one of the seven wonders were build
The pyramid; also known as “A Fucking pyramid”

It’s amazing that this group of people
With total differences in color, thinking and attitudes
Who all their lives live in a different surrounding
With different upbringing
Brought together by one similar cause
All in the name of cultural understanding

And it’s amazing that…We can live together
Like friends and family

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Morning has broken

written by Peter Ooi

Dark view, grey dream
Cold night, and yet naked
Lips numb, itch and burn
Full of complexity

Bell rang, open thy eyes
Looking straight up
To a white ceiling
Expecting other, other came
Uninvited, just like a dream

Lucia Lucia Lucia
My morning has broken
By the presence of you
Seeking help desperately
Like angel without wings

Hugs and kisses, welcome and hello
Talking and listening, listening and talking
Help and goodwill I gave
Sacrifices the beautiful morning, golden nap
Just for you, to be with another man…

A serendipity song

written by Peter Ooi

Here she come now
Staring at me
As if look could kill
A smile so sweet
And a look so gergeous

Feeling like…
Wanna touch her
Wanna stroke her hair and kiss her gently
Touch her, romance her
And breathing into her

Sigh and mourn
A sudden whisper
``I love you``

And I wanna make love to you
Under a thousand smiling stars
Surrounded by the beauty of the bluest night

Roll a joint
Smoke one and two
Beers flowing like the river of love
To the river of our blood
We go high and high
Of mary jane

We laugh we talk at nothing
In our own dreamland, our own world
Endless space and no boundaries
Everything was so serene, and virgin too
The serendipity relationship was born

So fragile, so innocent yet so sinful
But we are young and we are free
Blame not to all, but you and me

But when the sun hit the sky, so gloriously
It seems like a mid summer morning
Open thy eyes and we part like we never met
Like a perfect stanger

A feeling so wonderful yet so sour
For what must be a one night affair
A night made in heaven
End by the bites of reality

But I could never ask for more
For a night with you worth
An eternity without you



written by Peter

Time had passed you by
Seasons has changed many times
You had growned up to be a man

Time has come, for you to leave
Your comfort zone, to another land
Here you come, dumbfounded with suprises
Culturally shock but life goes on

I know it´s hard for you
To be a young boy's soul
Caught in a body
Of a one fine man

Mama and papa is faraway
You wanna run, but you can´t hide
You wanna break down, but don´t know who to turn to
You wanna live, but it´s impossible
For deep inside you
You are shivering

Cry baby cry, cry all you want
Coz this will be your one last time
Difficult it may seems
Sickness, illness and tough world
Strike you like hurricane
You know you have to live, and be strong
But what have you done?

You act like you deserve all things
You act like everybody is owing you something
You think everybody have to give in
To your sissiness and pettiness

But we say
The world owe me to fuck you!

Note: Though we often not get along together as housemate especially over small and petty thing like volume of radio, the marijuana plant, the party, the light, the kitchen, the hygiene part etc but I respect Bernard as a friend. I do acknowledge that we are different from where we comes from and it was the differences that makes us didn't get along, as a housemate. Anyway, as a friend and as a person, Bernard is a nice man and he have a heart and I am sure if I fall he will pick me up and dust me off, likewise I will do the same for him too.

The Journey thus far

The Journey thus far

Written by Peter

I thought I know all about India
But I was wrong
For when I reach where I was heading
The roads still long and winding

Three weeks has passed
And still feeling like a newborn baby
Into this world
Limitation in eyes movement
Discovering so much things
Yet still so little

Every passing second and every running minute
I discover myself a new amazing experience
That is hard to describe by words
Every little thing is simply marvellous
That never stops to amaze you

The cows, the goats and the pigs
The people and the places
And everything else in between
Make one side of me
Wanting to discover more
And the other side
Begin to appreciate my homeland
But never miss
Not a second to feel homesick
Just grow stronger

I live to discover the past
To understand the present
Never a second feeling regret
For what I am doing now
I will feel bless forever…

Friend (Thanks for the love and everything)

Friend (Thanks for the love and everything)

written by Peter Ooi

The moment I shook your hand
I never thought of knowing you
Better and closer

In short span of time
Our friendship grew
through the days
to be special kind of something

Whenever we together
Through spoken and unspoken words
Spark a strong connectivity

Between you and me
There is a flame
We had to care and love
For each other

Holding your hand, hugging your beautiful body
Full of happy moment
Whenever I am with you

I love it when you say na na na
I love it when you sing la la la
I love the way you walk
I love the way you smile
I love the way laugh
I love it when you touch my face in the morning
I love it when you put your head on my shoulder
I love it when you hold my hand, and walk with me
And I also love your charisma and attitude too…

I wish you could stay for a little longer
But the time has come
For you to go

I promise I will cherish every moment spent with you
And I will remember you always
For this is not the end
But just the beginning

Promises (The unexpected dream)

Promises (The unexpected dream)

written by Peter Ooi

Dark sky, freezing cold air
Rain drop, start to fall
From the beautiful sky

Promises I made is a words I live
Promises broken is unforgiven
Promises stand is what I am
Eventhough heaven may fall
And hell may freeze over

Amid the ever sickening traffic
Muddy water, holes and heavy downpour
Here I am, a gentleman stood by the words he gave
To the girl he love

Together we cruise down the dirty little street
Soaked and wet, but that doesn´t matter

A feeling never die
But growing stronger every minutes every second
The street is long but yet seems short
She´s so close yet so far
I can only smile and imagine

It feels like the street lking it are empty
Only the two of us
Endless conversation
But jive talking it seems
But does it matter?

Grab her arm and pull her by my side
Save her life in the nick of time
Cross the road, holding hand
A feeling so lovely, so wonderful
Eventhough it was a brief moment

Roll a joint, one and two
Together we were high
Like John and yoko against the world
Oh how I wish we could be together

But I will wait, for future is unpredictable,
Maybe God may grant me
The unexpected dream

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Hard to find a words

A song written by Tom Keiffer, lead vocallist of Cinderella

Mama sometimes i feel inside
There's nothing i can say
Nothing i can do
Could ever match the love you gave
You taught me how to live
Told me walk before you run
And you were always there to pick me up
Everytime i'd have a fall
And mama i know there's been times
When i didn't always understrand
By and by we do some growing up
And it makes just a little more sense
But sometimes it's hard to find the words
But i'll do the best that i can
Thank you for the love mama
It's what made this boy a man

I know the road's been long
And i know you've seen some rain
Making the best of what we hadI never heard you complain
When i look in the mirror todayWondering could i be as strong

Could i give as much to someone else
As you gave to your son
And mama i know there's been times
When we didn't see eye to eyeBy and by we do some growing up
And we understand the reasons why
But sometimes it's hard to find the words
But i'll do the best i can
Thank you for the love mama
It's what made this boy a man,
Many years have gone by
And i've been living them the best i can
And mama i know there's been times
When i didn't always understand
By and by we do some growing up
And it makes just a little more sense
But sometimes it's hard to find the words
But i'll do the best i can
Thank you for the love mama
It's what made this boy a man, yea

taken from a album, still climbing, one of my all time favourite album.

Note: This song is dedicated to my mother. The lot of things I had done and will do for her in this lifetime can never match the thing she ever does for me.

The road still long

Growing up as a young boy
Sometimes can be rough
At six years old i was thinkin
'Seven would be just enough
But i was wrong
i was wrong
Ten years old and i'm growin
'Thinkin' i got it sussed
Mama said you'll be a fine young man
I thought i already wasBut i was wrong
i was wrong
Cause when you get where you're going
The road's still long
Eighteen years i'm a rebel
Thinkin' i'm pretty tough
Daddy said you got a lot to learn
I thought that i'd learned enough
But i was wrong
i was wrong
Twenty-five was a good time
Comin' into my own
Climbed the mountain
And i reached for the sky
I thought that i had it all
But i was wrong
i was wrong

Cause when you get where you're going
The road's still long

They all try to tell you
But who are they to say
Cause the best things that you learn
You find out on your way
No time for feelin' sorry
Just time for being strong
When you get where your going
The road's still long

Now i see where i come from
Now i see where i am
Now i see that you never really know
So you just gotta do the best you can
And that ain't wrong
Cause when you get where you're going
The road's still long

This is a song written by Tom Kiefel, Cinderella-from the album "Still Climbing"

I love this song as it reflects my life journey, very inspiring indeed.

All apologies

Dear Baba (friends)

I will like to take this opportunity to offer my generous apologies to all the people I mentioned or intentionally or unintentionally cursed at, in my blog.

First, though it may seems like a swear or curse, please note that it wasn't meant to be that way. Please take it as the way I try to add fun and liven up the characters (you Pune people) by associating with things or events or famous persons (it can be bad characters from a movie or whatever) so it can be easily relate to especially my friends back home)

I understand how words can hurts people. I do, this is because words doesn't have a feeling, people do. I might be typing it as a jokes or just to add spice for the readers or just simply wanna entertain, but readers which name got mentioned may be offended. For that it it happen, please accept my sincere apology, it wasn't meant to be that way. You're all beautiful people.

I may be judgemental at time but not all the time. My thought on people didn't turn out to be always right. Some people turn out to be a very good friend although at the earlier stage, you think otherwise or cursing like hell...

What have been felt or thought at particular time may be correct or incorrect. So don't worry because you will tell if someone is really your friend or not regardless what he or she may say in the past.

So, again, to those who may had offended in my writing, either by words or calling, sorry, it never means to be that way.

Anyway, you know who you are to me and how I treat people...I love you all



Sunday, November 07, 2004

A20's balcony story

hey people,

Today is the 16th day of me in pune and I am now a certified bastard son who will will never miss home whenever he go. Honestly, up to today, there is no sign of homesick whatsoever in me. I am living here just like I am living life every other day. Life is getting interesting.

For the past one week, Thomas and I went through departmental orientation, meeting every departmental bosses, to acquire knowledge about how every department runs their operation. But for thursday and friday, we just plainly redundant by doing nothing since the two bosses we are scheduled to meet have to travel outstation.

Although I didn't manage to go to Turkey for a traineeship but Turkey came to me

Gocke, the gorgeous turkish girl, my apartment mate and another turkist friend, Arp, they are simply the coolest and the best.

Gocke, how can I not write about her man....I can feel the chemistry in the air already...the other day, we team up to cook together for the rest of the apartment people (5 altogether ). She cooked a turkist soup (mercimek corbasi) and me on the other hand was the main chef. I fried noodles with slices of cili padi, onions, tomato and scramble eggs and gosh, it was fantastic...shit ...I am soo good...Dinner was great. Everybody praised my cooking and demanded me to cook again which I did it again the day after which continental fried rice with scramble eggs, slices of tomato, onions, garlic, masala, cili padi etc.

I even did the dishes and clean the kitchen eventhough we have a maid to take care of it. Man...this simply remind me of my time with Checkers restaurent.

After the dinner, turkish girl and I started to roll a joints and with beers, we proceeded to the A20 balcony.

She got the joint from Goa

Getting high, just the two of us, was great. The feeling was so good and we talked through the night. Morning after, I helped her settle down by fixing the cupboard and the bed and I didn't know I can be a carpenter too, ...shit!! I am good:)

She gave me the the turkist eye stone, which tied to your wrist with a leather string, which meant to protect you from the bad things and jealousy. Pekyen, do you have any idea about this??

Smoking joint with her was really great and the night seems endless. Fuck we were aeroplane in the air. I flipped through her CD collection and fuck, it is all stoner motivated and inspired legendary superstar like Bob Marley, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Radiohead etc. But she's quitting her traineeship and I am afraid she will be leaving us.

Oh Adrain geh....everytime I got high, I will surely think of you

Not all housemate are clickable. There is this guy from Germany, his name is Bernard. He is strange with his peculiar attitude. All the trainee community , which including me, always bitch about his peculiarity behavior. He strange behavior is just like Jack Nicholson in the movie "As good as it get".

Then there is Dutch girl name Hendrieneke, I call her Jimi hendrix, not because she have any resemblence at all to the guitar maestro but simply because it is easy for me to call her. She's the most senior and always think she is smarter than every ones. She is the one that with the house rules and stuff but no one really give a damn to her:) Let's move on.

There is so many travelling trips and I am saving my ass really hard. Most of the time, I will prepare breakfast and dinner myself. My usual bfast is cornflakes with fresh cowmilk, mix with benana slices and honey, fried & scramble eggs with toast bread, butter and marmalade. Dinner are fried stuff but when lazy just toast bread and fried eggs.

I am saddened by Kerry's lost in the presidential election. I actually anticipated Kerry to beat the Republican idiotic Bush but I guess the Americans knows better. In India, most of the Indians including the magazines, government and the public are all in favor of Bush. They jubiliated for Bush victory. But as for trainees I met, whether in Pune or Mumbai, including the Nathan, are in favour and are supporting Kerry and we all loathed Bush and his global approach and foreign policies. I finally found out why the Indians are in favour for the Republican, because the republican are assisting and supporting their nuclear programs against Pakistan as well as financing the development of India.

Thomas, Dawson and I went to Mumbai on friday's night with bus. It tooks us about 4 hours but the journey was really great. It was very cold and we were freezing. We met up with Gabielle and Alexia in one of the happening pub, provogue lounge. We partied until 4am and grab a train from Dadar station to Santa Cruz station. The train was really shitty and fuck-up but worth experience it, after all what is coming to India without taking the train ride. Mumbai...the city never sleep. It was so funny that we were waiting for the train and clearly, there was very few people in the station becoz it was in the middle of the night. we tought we gonna have the best ride home but shit, once the train sounding horn from afar, hundreds of people suddenly rush out from nowhere and jumped and hooked on the still-stopping train, leaved us dumbfounded.

Daytime train ride was even thousand time worst. So fucking many people for that miserable fucking little place. I was being push here and there and yet unmovable. So fucking smelly. The train station is soo huge that people can builds their own slump houses. People rushing people peeing people shitting are common and of coz stray dogs are everywhere. A day in mumbai is like a day in overcrowded hell. But anyway, It was all worth it and sad to say, we only experience "dust in the air" of mumbai only. We will surely go back for more.

In mumbai we stayed in one of the trainee's house. His name is Alexia from Belarus. Again, I must confess my ignorance and stupidity because I don't think I know about this country then, but now I know:) I thought it was somewhere near Russia. Even though he was suppose to be unhappy about it (political reason) but due to my ignorance he pretty understand it. In fact most people said the same thing to him especially the local Indians, they thought Belarus is somewhere or part of Russia.

He of couse provided the best hospitality to us.

I was suppose to stay until mid Sunday for a Mumbai-trainee saturday house party but we were too tired and we decided to get back to Pune day earlier.

People, this mail is still gonna be long. I think you should come back for more. Because after this email, I won't be able to on line for at least 1 week. It is all because of my south India (hampi) trip. Yes, it is all fixed and we will be going for a 15 hours roadtrip to hampi. We hire a van to drive us there. The whole trip will be from wednesday to sunday which all of us will be off for deepavali celebration.

Yesterday night was cool. We hung out in our A20 balcony. We light up few candles and the whole surrounding like people lighting a vigil light for mother teresa. And of course being a guy with all the CDs, I am again, the self elected DJ in the house.

With me, you will never miss Eric clapton's blues, U2, InXS, styx, Bob Marley, Jimi hendrix etc.

It was really great. The weather was cold, and we bought 2 box of Kingfisher's beer (india's leading beer) and 3 bottle of wine. No weed for that night, we were completely clean. We hung out quite late and we woke up to organize a sunday breakfast festival. But this time is not in A20 anymore, we did it in C1, another trainee apartment. It was fun. But this time I didn't do or help in preparing, just rest my ass and eating like a pig.

Toast breads, masala scramble eggs, butter and cheese and marmalade, yogurt and fresh milk and fruit salad. It was really great. Hendrix did most of the part, so I am in no liberty to curse at her after this:)

Sunday was relaxing. About 15 of us including the Magda and Martin from bostwana went or a motorbike trip to a snake and mini zoo. The zoo was big. Of course it was not the zoo that excite us but rather, it was the motorbike helmetless riding that excite us.

In India, motorbiker are not require to wear helmet unless you love your fucking head which they are not. I went on the bike with mama Hendrieneka. The traffic in India is completely shocking and amazing. The bigger size and louder you are, you rules!!!There is no rules, everybody drive their way and turn whenever they like...

The zoo was huge. Apart from hoohaa with the animals such as crocs, leopard, bears, snakes and yang sewaktu dengannya, we went for the boat ride. The lake was huge and beautiful. Took a few photos and lots more on their digicam.

If you don't know, I also pick up writing a diary for myself. I started it day before leaving for Pune and until now, suprisingly, the flame of writing still burning. Apart from my diary, all emails to you people are also part of my journal, so bear with me sometime especially when I mention names that is not matter to you.

16 days and still counting and I completed Jeffrey archer's "not a penny more, not a penny less" and "The prison diary" and tomorrow, I will start another of Archer's classic, "Shall we tell the president" which I brought it in mumbai for about RM5, original wan....

I just wish Archer will write again because I think I almost read all his collection already except for "Matter of Honour".

So here I am. In Pune, writing my daily craps to you. I think traineeship wil be one of the greatest thing ever happen to me. Sometime I ponder to myself, am I really in Pune doing traineeship or am I just dreaming. It was a real dream come true for me. Talking bout regret, I don't think I will ever regret this decision even though my traineeship to Turkey and Eastern Europe didn't wotk out as I want it to be. I guess, it didn't really matter where you go or what you do, you will have the best time of your life if you have great surrounding and great people with you. India is great and Pune is wordless. Simply amazing.

I dreamt of Yik Hun yesterday, travelling with me around india, talking and talking and also showing his skills in tour guiding me. Fuck!!Of all the people, I dreamt of this petpet!!! I mean it should be the Turkish girl at least....

I guess God gave a sign, that Yikhun, you are destined to travel with me in India:)

I am really excited about the South India hampi roadtrip. I cant wait anymore, to see the ancient civilisation's building and temples leftover, the mountain and river and all. Also not to forget, getting stone with the turkish girl amid the beauty of natures:) I will write more when the trip is complete.

Coming December, We might be travelling to GOA. It is a island, a beautiful one and one of the top touristy island in India. It is similar to Phuket, but I think bigger. I am going for broke really, but as for now I have to survive and keep saving, so I can go for more trips. One thing for sure, when everything is over, I will be back home jobless and penniless and if you ask me later, would I be regret, I guess I won't. This is a one of the fucking lifetime opportunity and the best time to do in at the prime of your youth. So any of you still thinking about traineeship, trust me, it worth more than all your obstacles and challenges you may go through, just for a traineeship.

There is a MT traineeship in Pune, if you are interested, email me.

Weihan, one of my freind here is a current Japanese MC. His name is Yoshke. He said he know you and the fat/short MCP:)

Anyway, it is one and half hour I have been nonstopping typing oledi....So i guess tis is a call from me. See you in a week.

love and regards,


Monday, November 01, 2004

Suddenly I am in heaven

Hey friends,

I am writing again. I think this time it's gonna be long and frankly I don't know where to begin coz there is just too much things to share and yet ny head is in such a mess now....I will try to write as detail as I can, like a fucking tourist:) if you don't like, you can swear at me, curse at me... i don't care. I know my emails is long and winding so if you don't like it for whatever reason or simply don't have time to read, please write me an email to unsubscribe from this list:)

OK, let's the keyboard rocks!! I started my official day 1 to my office cum manufacturing factory today and I believe, it was great and amazing. The company is extremely big. I think it is a combination of the Dell and Intel factory in Bayan lepas, pg.

I am so proud that I am attach to a company that is not only unconventional, but also modern and spend so much for its corporate social responsibility projects. In the viccinity of my company, it houses many of its manufacturing plant (steam engine and boiler), its own hospital, its welfare house, its mini zoo, its employee canteen, administration office and so on...

Its hospital also serve as a penal hospital not only to employees but also to those who in great povelty and in dire needs. The hospital have all the speciallist, ranging from surgeon, dentist, bone doctor, heart doctor, eye doctor, psyciatrist, counsellor, spin doctor, doctor alban, doctor pepper, doctor zhivago and dun know la... so many fucking doctors..This hospital provide gentle care to those from the slump and live in poverty especially the infant, children and senior citizens. Apart from this, there is this building administrating only on social development project, that emphasize of providing basic education to the children from the slump, basic health and the importance of everything the child should deserve. We as a staff are encourage to participate which im looking forward to.

Apart from TATA group, Forbes marhall is one of the company that operating its business philosophical in such a proud way. My company championing human right, employee right, women right etc.

FYI, In India, matter such as women right and human right is still far away from expectation. People at large are still ignorance of women's right.

Prearrange married and wide scales poverty everywhere and child labor and women exploittation still at large and kids are being deprived of basic needs of education. So my company intentionally set another department to overlook this issue. Enuff said.

Boring?? Sleepy already?? OK let's roll on coz there's more.

Last weekend was the most romantic one and was the best exciting one, and the best things is, this is just the beginning. My apartment was overcrowded with visitors from another part of town as well as newcomers, especially for the halloween party and slyvia's farewell.

There is Lucia from portugal, a bit weird, a girl from a small town Portugal, Laura lovely babe from Italy which our friendship grew stronger throught the weekend. She's one fine girl inside out, humble which I gonna miss now that she's gone back to her place (4 hours away), Marjolijn from The Netherlands, she looks like one of the participant in reality show and the much awaiting newcomer from turkey, the turkish girl!!!!!Her name is Gocke. She is bloody cool and gorgeous. She looks like penelope cruz from the movie "Blow" with Johnny Depp in it.

Look!!! I am not exaggeration I swear. Thats why I said I am suddenly in heaven.

Throughout the weekend, Laura and I spent quite a time. We stay up till ungodly hour in our most beautiful balcony, under a clear sky talking endlessly over hot tea and hashies. The best part was, she cooked me a "original" Italian spageti, with oliveoil and tomato, fried stlye. She's a real cook. She cooked breakfast for us and at night before halloween, Michal, kaske, Lucia, Marjolijn was enjoying helping her preparing and cooking pasta meals for a people of 25. Lots of works but it was fun.

It was so funny that our apartment was really running out of bed and visitors and even me have to sleep on the cough and some on the floor.

Halloween party was great, extremely great. Everybody was presence. The "dhoom machale" performance was fantastic. The halloween party was in this private pub call wunderbarrr!! and the party was sponsored by Kingfisher beers (beer) and RAW (the danceclub) and Coke. And is upon invitation only. I was amazed by how the publicity was handled and invited guest with gender control was emphasize so that it won't have a imbalance species ratio to another...

Laura and laura again....she's dance very well and I think I fall in love already but what a sadness, she got a boyfriend back in Italy but then again, you can never tell what future hold for you:). Hehe, for a pessimist I am quite a optimist.

I dressed up like a English football hooligan, with my chelsea football pant, The Beatles "fab four" shirt, dracula make up by laura, tattoo design on my face by my Indian friend, Deepak, who work for TATA consultant group. He's a macha.

Tonight my housemate Michal, the polish guy, Jos, the dutch guy who looks perfectly like to lead vocalist of the band Nickelback and Kaske, the funniest Japanese guy who seems to be the most likeable after Michal will leaved us for their trip to south India and will only be back 3 weeks after that, for their farewell. I inherited everything left by Michal including his gym training stuff and his tabla drum.

I am so happy to have new housemate, the Turkish girl!!

She drink but didn't smoke cigarette but marijuana and she's only 21. The michal's babyplant that nobody give a damn, she inspected it for a moment she saw it and she can tell everything about the marijuana plant from how to make it grow fast, male or female, best way to take care of it etc. She's expert because she grew her own plants in her bedroom.

Man...I really miss Laura:) I will pay a visit one of the weekend and in January to Buldana, to visit Marjolijn, Lucia and Nathan, a small village where conventional and outdated values such as prearrange married and gender segregation still widely practise.

Next week is Deepavali and is a big festival here. Company granted us public holidays from 11th to 14th. So Our trip to hampe, south india is now confirm!! We will be taking sleeper bus and on the way back, by train. The in-between journey, stay back for more. Oh...turkish girl is coming with me:)

Thats all, happy people, I am falling in love with india and right now i on the way to heaven:)

love and regards,