Tambun Trust

tambun trust

I am blessed (or cursed depending on how you look at it) with an innate trust in a lot of things. I guess that’s why a lot of shit doesn’t faze me. Shit being of course defined by situations where you need to have faith in something e.g. a bungee cord or your chute.

I was at The Lost World of Tambun just now, egging the staff to give us a good hard kick down the water slide, so it’ll be more exciting. I was riding tandem with a stranger coz the ride requires two. It appears that we went too fast coz halfway down, the rubber inflatable flipped inside the dark crevices of the water slide.

I felt my nipple piercings snag inside the dark slide so I moved my elbows up. I didn’t feel scared, not even slightly concerned…coz to be honest, what’s the worst that can happen? Give me a scrape or two?

Thus, I let go and even smiled at the guy above me, who happens to be this really enthusiastic 38 year old cell group leader in church and cracked that now is probably a good time to believe in your Jesus.

He probably can’t see me coz of the dark tunnel but the difference between us is that he panicked and fought to stop the inevitable momentum while I just let go and trusted.

I banged my head three (3) times against the metal slide and probably lost 10 IQ points in the process while he had abrasions from fighting the ride.

I got some Indian burns too but despite my mini concussions and coming out ass backwards, I got up grinning coz I HAD FUN. He was quite shaken about the entire thing.

That’s the thing about trust. I trust in the ride and he didn’t.

Despite knocking myself senseless, I had fun! =D

I doubt he did. It’s just a ride, it’s not like doing a HALO jump and passing out from decompression sickness before you can pull the cord. πŸ™‚

A place for my head

c feminine

Greetings from a very feminine toilet! I kinda like it actually – it’s such a change from my minimalistic bachelors pad.

c alor

I met Eddie and Fish Fish just now, who flew over from the US for a day. Cynthia came down (technically up) from Australia. We did the Jalan Alor touristy thing (hey, the food there is good) and…

c gifts

…Ed came bearing gifts as usual!

c sleep

Good times with old friends indeed. I’ll be heading down to KL to spend time with them before all three fly off again tomorrow.

c blogging

Unfortunately, my car decided to get up close and personal with a ditch last night so I’m crashing at a friend’s place.

c car

Oh ya, Cynthia got a me a car from Bali to replace my totalled car. Heh! I’ll be driving this from now on. πŸ˜‰

Dinner with an unexpected guest

Jojo Struys 1

I have preached again and again about the importance of having a digicam with you at all times. Unfortunately, I am not exactly known for practicing what I preach, often with disastrous results. A friend of mine called me out for dinner but he was struck down by a bout of food poisoning so it was just Jojo, Stephanie and me.

Jojo Struys 2

I didn’t know which Jojo it was until I arrived and nearly drove the 23 km back to grab my dSLR. It was Jojo Struys and Stephanie Chai! Alas, armed with only my crappy cell phone camera, I couldn’t really take good photos but Jojo was kind enough to use her Blackberry to take photos and email it to me.

Jojo Struys 3

This is why you should lug your dSLR everywhere you go. You just never know who you’re going to meet.

Thanks for buying me dinner Jojo! πŸ™‚

Relationship status: It’s Complicated

Greetings from Sibu! I was nearly late for my flight yesterday for the very obvious reason detailed in the photo below, which I’m sure requires no further explanation.

jan relationship

On another note, my relationship status has changed from Single to It’s Complicated (TM). πŸ˜‰

Okay la, In a Relationship with Jan.

Imagine this…

amanda sleepy

You wake up at 4 am in the morning and walk out for some Maggi mee goreng at the local mamak. Secure in the knowledge that you won’t bump into anyone you know in the wee hours of the night (morning?) you come dressed in the finest regalia from your wardrobe:

The most tattered t-shirt in your collection with more holes than a chunk of Swiss cheese.

A tacky pair of shorts without an elastic waistband which you have to constantly pull up to avoid slipping down your expanding waistline.

Now imagine yourself with a bleary expression, eyes still puffy and bloodshot with sleep and the makings of a pimple of monstrous proportions manifesting on your nose.

Your hair tousled (and not the sexy kind of messy, just plain scruffy from sleeping before your hair is dry) and dressed in what would best be described as rags, you casually stroll down to devour a plate of Maggie mee goreng before heading back to sleep.

Imagine all the bad habits you do when no one else is looking – wiping your greasy mouth with the tail of your shirt and standing up to pay the bill when suddenly…

This hot chick from the table behind you looks at you and suddenly goes “Hey, do I know you?

This moment is the dreaded instant best described as Jeng Jeng Jeng.

Startled, you reply in the affirmative while your sleep-addled brain tries to process just exactly who she is. You stare at her as she yaks in a cheerful manner, all the while painfully aware of the nipple piercing poking straight out of a hole in your t-shirt (with probably a few stray hairs around the aureole for good measure).

amanda nipple

Hello Amanda! You’re officially seen me at my worst. πŸ˜‰

Guess who?

weekend report

Guess what I’ve been doing while MIA for the past 48 hours? Sleep! Heh! Seriously, my plan this weekend is to have no plans. I’ve been sleeping more than 12 hours per day and I just woke up from abovementioned slumber with a migraine. Hmph…that’ll teach me to hibernate like that. πŸ˜‰

I kinda like it though, I feel like I’ve paid back ALL my sleep debt incurred up to now. I can’t wait to get back to work (bit of a heresy here) but hey, if you’ve been doing your best impersonation of Sleeping Beauty for the entire weekend, you’ll be feeling the same way.

Anyway, I haven’t eaten anything since dinner last night so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go grab something to eat…and then sleep. πŸ™‚

Victim, eh?

victim-konon

Okay, I should probably address this coz I’ve been getting a lot of questions about it. I have no idea who this “Victim” is. Interesting, huh? It’s a regular fucking mystery. LOL!

Nevertheless, I am sorry that a lot of you out there got spammed by this idiot. Thanks for calling/texting me about it and/or deleting his comments. I appreciate that! He has been posting stuff about me for months…and to add insult to injury, it’s always the same copy! I can’t have that, the copywriter in me balks at such sloth and ineptitude. :p

The dude probably has a text document on his Desktop which he clicks on every now and then to initiate the grand tradition of copy and paste in other blogs comments. That’s really immature; if you’ve got a problem with me, take it up with me. I used to be irked by this Anonymous Coward doing his rounds and going on a smear campaign, but now I just find it funny. I’m so detached that I shall address him here:

Hello, I would like to warn as many girls as i can, please beware of Poh Huai Bin, keep yourself (or keep your girlfriend,wife-to-be or wife) away from him as far as you can. This fellow treats girls as his toys, he thought himself is a playboy and like to play fool on girls.

I’ll let my ex-girlfriend reply this one.
Fly_away says (10:22 AM):
no worries..i’m alright.. i know you’re not that bad…and i always remind you.. someone up there loves you..

One of his hobbies is to grab other guys’ girlfriend, wife-to-be or wife.

Yes, the person I loved the most (the pharmacist) was attached when I got to know her…but she was also going to break it off with her boyfriend. It’s just one of the things that happen – I didn’t even know she had one until we both fell head-over-heels. She dumped me for work-related reasons, but I harbor no ill-feelings or regrets. Don’t tell me you haven’t encountered situations like this in the past…and if you haven’t, I pity you. However, it’s not my “hobby”, that was just an unfortunate twist of events. Case closed.

Once you fall into his love trap, at the beginning he will treat you very nice, of course, doing many romantic things make you happy. But, this won’t be long, once he gets bored on you, he will show his true colors, treat you as cold as ice, woo other girls, dump you at home everyday and he goes out looking for happiness himself. If you quarrel with him, he will just say :” that’s me, i can’t change, if you are unhappy, just break up.”

LOL! I have never ever done that to any of my ex-girlfriends. I treat people the way I want to be treated.

I really never mean to spoil his name, I’m here just to tell the truth, i really don’t hope other girls will fall into his trap and become his victim again.

O rly? You “really never mean to spoil my name”? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing by doing this? Are you really that deluded to think that you’re on some noble mission? LOL!

I have posted on his blog to remind other girls but he deleted it, so i choose to post this to your blogs, just wish you all beware of Poh Huai Bin.

Yes, coz you’re damn annoying and your comments have no relevance whatever to the post. You can comment on this one though – this is all about you. πŸ™‚

One more secret thing i wish to share with you all is that this bastard’s “little brother” is really small.. i really got no feel making love with him, he is such a poor thing in that way.

Equivalent exchange. With one hand God giveth, and with the other taketh away. I’ve always been honest about my size. It’s small, but everyone knows that coz I’ve always maintained that it is! No feel eh? Well, of course, I don’t even know you! πŸ™‚

Okay, open and shut. My apologies to everyone who got spammed by this idiot. I honestly don’t know who it is, and while my policy has always been “Do not feed the trolls” I feel that I owe a lot of you a proper explanation, especially the ones who took the trouble to get in touch with me about the issue. Cheers for that! πŸ™‚

On a lighter note, lemme share this hilarious comment by Jhnhth:

Hello, I would like to warn as many readers as i can, please beware that Sixth Seal(TM) is incredibly habit-forming and may cause laughter, shock, envy, sympathy, warm feelings, and occasional tears. If you blog and jealously covet monogamous, one-blog-only readers, keep them away from Sixth Seal if you can. This fellow treats readers to incredibly entertaining stories, great photos of the aforementioned HB hanging out and having fun, (usually in the company of pretty girls), and a real and (generally) unvarnished look at a fellow human being’s life. One of his hobbies is to write an interesting blog that quickly becomes an essential part of your daily routine. I don’t mean to spoil his name, I am just here to tell the truth. One more secret thing i wish to share with you all is that this dude often wears red underpants.

Love is ephemeral

ephemeral

I found this card haphazardly chucked in one of the boxes while unpacking last night. This was written last year when I came over to KL to do some groundwork before moving here for good. I put 7 gifts for her for the week that I was away for her to find, this is the first and only card I have left.

It struck me, how ephemeral love is. Fleeting, like the whisper of freshly cut grass in the cool wind…

Lest sixthseal.com becomes too grave, let’s segue to Eminem’s latest. πŸ˜‰

When you walk through the door it was clear to me. You’re the one they adore, who they came to see. You’re a rock star, everybody wants you. Player, who can really blame you?

*clears throat*

Yes, that is my famous cakar ayam! It’s also why I prefer to type than write – banks have been known to reject my signature coz I can’t even replicate my own signature twice. I remember an exasperated clerk showing my signature to me under a UV light and telling me to sign it exactly like I did. I still couldn’t do it. LOL!

Born to Complain

complain king

My landlord is this effeminate 40 year old virgin (no, seriously) who has a penchant for nitpicking. The first time I met him, he launched into a tirade about the previous tenant over a single missing curtain ring. No shit.

Well, said landlord dropped by my place early this morning. He’s supposed to pass me back my deposit since I’m moving out on the 23rd of this month. He was late by an hour, waltzed into my place and…started complaining.

If Steppenwolf had sang Born to Complain instead of Born to be Wild, my landlord would have been on the cover of the album.

Hell, he would have snagged Malaysia a Gold Medal if the Olympics had a sport called Complaining. He certainly has a flair for it.

I listened to him rant for half an hour about the breakfast bar, niggle about the dust, and go on and on about the state of the guest toilet (which I don’t use) before I shooed him out and told him I have to get to work.

Jesus Christ, this is one natural born complainer. Pure talent. I was shocked and awed by his aptitude for grumbling.

He should have been on the cover of Maximum Whinge and Moan.

…and I thought my math was bad

star typo

 

I finally figured out why it took me so long to do my taxes on Friday night. It seems that the fine people at Inland Revenue Board has “upgraded” the filing systems term from 69 Mbps to 60 Mbps. Oh wow. :p

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