Sucky

Hi! I'm Sucky.

I'm a sucker and i suck. I suck anything and everything...moving or not moving. I suck all that i see. I can stay very still and when i feel like it i start sucking. People sometimes call me a sucker. I'm ok with it...Life to me is all about sucking, you could say Life sucks!

So, when you are free we can suck together.

Rasa Sayang

This is Rasa Sayang Penang's garden view from my room at 11 at night.

I was one of the fortunate few to have had the opportunity to sample a taste of The Rasa Sayang experience during their simulation the week i choose to be silent on the blog. They re-opened their doors for business on Sept 28th after closing for a year to do refurbish and renovate the place.

I took the opportunity to recharge my batts over the weekend before they opened. Relaxing by the pool and gorging down on their lavish and tasty buffets...one i'm sure a certain "blog-friend" of mine will approve. It was buffet, buffet and more buffet and of course plenty of forms to fill to evaluate their service and food.
This is the entrance to their coffee house.
This is a very old raintree surviving from the days of the hotel opening till present day.

BaLanCe

Balance...that's what we all need. That's what this fragile mother earth needs. Amidst all that has come before us and all that is yet to come.

We need to learn that we are all One. Like peas in a pod, we will be incomplete without the other. Just as day will not Be if there is no night. Bad is nothing without Good. Black would not be Black if White did not exist. We need one to experience the other. We need but to SEE and realise that we only exist b'cos of the other.

We should realise that we are... ONE.

Give PEACE a Chance.

In light of recent events in the international front, i have chosen to remain silent on the blog for one week beginning today till Sept 25th to reflect and to give PEACE a chance.

Words have been spoken and peoples have been hurt and angered and the world suffers for it. We have been thought by our elders to think before we speak yet sometimes we fail to listen. We live in a world full of colors and that is what makes us beautiful. We have different practices and beliefs so let us be sensitive to the sentiment of others and let's give PEACE a chance.

Nuff' said.

Survival

It is a skill in itself to be able to blend into our surroundings. It could mean life or death, friendly or stuck up, bouquet of flowers or wallpaper. It is a matter of choice.

Have you ever felt that you stick out like a sore thumb at parties or gatherings? Trick is to blend in, adapt to the surroundings, camouflage oneself if need be. It could be a matter of survival to some and a choice to others...of course there are those who choose to stick out like sore thumbs just for the attention. Whatever turns you on mate.

If you look closely at the tree trunk you will find an iguana or big frickin' lizard basking on the trunk getting a tan. Imagine our typical chinaman seeing it..."wha...this is good for blood circulation if you broil it...pou ah.." or our typical aneh..."dei macha...this good for curry! kill da bugger!"...all that said with head swaying left to right, this poor bastard would be lying on the chopping board if not for his adapt skill in stealth.

I almost missed it if not for my keen observation skills...one gets that way when one checks out fast moving objects like...babes.

Nabalu

Kinabalu...for the past 3 months i have had some friend or other taking the Mount Kinabalu challenge. One has successfully reached the summit and back, another got only as far as Laban Rata due to bad weather and one other...should be contemplating the reason for just being there...there's no food up there.

Nabalu as the locals call her means Spirit Mountain in Dusun i believe. They believe that when the elderly passed on, their spirit is called to the mountain for their final resting place. We the uninitiated know it as the tallest mountain in South East Asia. More of us in Semenanjung call it Mount KK which normally gets the most patient Sabahan into a fit. "It's Mount Kinabalu!" they will TELL you with a parting buduh at the end of it...at least that's what i got from my sumandak.

The first time i saw the mountain close up was when i was staying in Sutra Harbour in March 2003. I could only see a silhoutte of the peak from the main entrance of Sutra Harbour. I manage a quick glimpse when the clouds parted and i was hooked. It seemed like the mountain was calling to me. March 2004 i was standing in Kinabalu Park breathing the Great Mountains breath. Our team, pictured above, took the Mesilau route. We loved this trip and we have pledged to come back.

Nabalu...sia dingar panggilan ko.

Sound of Silence

Just today someone asked me, " Why do i sometimes feel lonely, sad and empty? I do enjoy being single but..."

That's it isn't it? We are all capable of being alone and single, enjoying our freedom never care less about where or when we wanna go out or come back. We are FREE. Free from having to "report" to someone, be accountable for that matter. So what could be so terrifying than that? Until we come home to our four walls.

There will come the time when out of the blue...as we are enjoying all this carefree moments, days, weeks on ends of freedom. It strikes! Deep within the deepest darkest corners of our FREEDOM intoxicated mind..we smell FEAR!

Fear of being lonely. It comes unannounced. Unsuspectingly it creeps into our lives and loud as thunder... SILENCE! The silence of being alone. It can be quite deafening. So loud you can hear LONELINESS a mile away. Hence we find ourselves engrossed in the things we do to fill out that oh so loud Sound of Silence.

Even the cricket does not travel alone, further up the stalk of this "god-knows-what" plant is his companion just waiting for him...to share their Sound of Silence TOGETHER.

Charlie Gone Crazy

Charlie was just turning and turning in circles yesterday. As usual he had come out of his little pond sunbathed and patrolled the yard and every now and then he would peek into my corner of the house and then went about his business.

After a while i heard this funny sound so i went to check and found Charlie turning round and round in circles and he just left this circle around him same as the guy on Discovery Channel drawing a circle with his stick. I just kept quite and observed him circling and he went on and on. I suspected Whirlwind Wendy got to him and infected him with her artistry but i didn't see any paint brush on him. Was he drawing signs like the Crop Circles...perhaps a sign for landing space craft? Charlie an alien or maybe he is in meditation like the Sufi practitioners that dance in circles with their flowing robes just circling and circling?

It was weird but perhaps he is like us humans who go round and round in circles when we are lost. Kinda like when we do the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result and we ask WHY is the same thing happening all over again?

Perhaps Charlie is trying to tell me something....

Jacque & Jille

Once upon a time...this Jacque met this Jille. It was not in a meadow of daffodils, sunflowers or daisies. Jacque met Jille in a shopping complex...that's what they used to call them those days. This complex was and still is Kota Raya Shopping Complex.

Jacque was on his way down the escalator busy chatting with his buddy Davide of the giant killing fame. Engrossed as he was, Jacque never kept his eyes still. Always glancing here and there for who knew what danger lurks behind the the great columns that support these concrete mass. As Jacque was sweeping the floor something caught his eye. Among the hundreds of people moving around, a beauty with skin so fair and light brown hair stood out from the crowd. He locked was his eyes on the beauty that was before him as the elevator creaks ever so slowly as if time was in slow motion. Everything began to slow down and among the hundreds of greeting cards displayed around the concourse, Jille ever so slowly turned around as if being called to. Her eyes met his and they locked. Time stood still...

That was how Jacque met Jille and this is the apple they shared on their very first Christmas together.