Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Kursus Induksi

Since working for this government job, I had been waking up in the middle of nights. Thinking of ways to improve workflow in the lab and means to increase patients' safety. Yeah, I know. It's kind of crappy to start a morning with. And at the end of the day, nobody appreciates it and brings my morale back to square one.

So, it's refreshing to know that I'll be sent to Penview Inn Hotel in Kuching for the next 14 days. For my kursus induksi. A must for every permanent staff working for the Malaysian government.

Penview Inn Hotel Meeting Room where I'll be slogging away for 12 hours a day.

It's a pleasure to accommodate you. Says the hotel's website.

I really hope so.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

16 May 2010 - Fast forward 16 September 2010



It was a fine morning on 16May 2010. I rode my trusty Yamaha to the polling station at 10.30am My mind had been set. Despite being a civil servant, I had my right to vote who will be the MP Sibu for few years to come. It was my first experience in casting vote. The whole process took me less than five minutes. Walking into a room, my name was checked and I was given a paper. I went to a specified place to draw a big 'X' on the paper. And it's done. No prize for one to guess who was the winner after the vote counting. I was relieved.

It marks the beginning of an end. The arrogant party must be taught a lesson. There's no university in my hometown for goodness sake where as other cities in this part of Borneo long have one or two. What a great shame.

Tomorrow is Malaysia Day. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm not aware of 18-point Malaysia Agreement. The only 'special' thing about Sarawak is that Malaysian except Sarawakian needs passport to enter into this Land ofHornbill. And that Sarawakian who is a Singapore PR can withdraw all the CPF money in a very short period of time compared to other Malaysian.

Nonetheless, kudos to the team who is heading to UN to grant freedom for Sarawakians and Sabahans. Source


Coat of arm of Sarawak

Whoever designed this coat of arm probably doesn't know what constipation means. Poor old Hornbill as if it needs Jamu Mak Dara.