Tuesday, 28 February 2006

Legacy of Mahathir


Putrajaya

For those Malaysians who’re holed up in their own wells and locales, lo and behold, now we have our own fairy-tale capital, our very equivalent of UK’s ‘Big Ben’ or Russia’s ‘Kremlin’, our Putrajaya complete with fairy-tale palaces, ‘floating’ mosques and fancy-looking gardens, lakes and bridges and the largest array of lamp-post designs in a single area. Thank you Tun Dr Mahathir for giving us, Contractors the opportunity to contribute to our country and to keep us employed. Ribuan Terima Kasih!


A building in Putrajaya


Putrajaya Mosque

Ayuthaya

Ayuthaya is the ancient capital of the Thais. It’s in ruins now, compliments of the Burmese invaders who sacked the city …centuries ago. Me, my dad and my uncle are an enthusiastic lot when it comes to exploration of old cities and ruins. Our philosophy is, the wetter, the better. Best time to explore is when the site is half-flooded, when it’s raining dogs and cats, so that you’ll be soaked through, socks, shoes, underwear, etc. wonderful!


Ayuthaya


Frolicking in the rain at Ayuthaya (my dad and my uncle, an enthusiastic lot huh?)

Bukit Tambun


Bukit Tambun with a view of a stadium in the background

Bukit Tambun is one of those famous seafood place somewhere near Butterworth that dad / mom usually brings us, ‘visitors’ to. The food’s not bad (if you know how to order) and the ambience’s pretty rustic (where else can you get squat toilets that open directly onto the sea / stream / river / estuary – whatever you call that body of water beneath – I figure this arrangement really takes care of our sewerage huh? besides giving us an abundance of sea creatures)


Partial view of a restaurant in Bukit Tambun


Small Chinese Temple at Bukit Tambun

Sunday, 16 October 2005

Out of the Wilderness, but Not for Long

Hi folks, ...I’m out of the wilderness for a few days. Unfortunately, there’re tons of work waiting for me at my old Gurgaon office. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten 80% of what they’re about (told you I have really short term memory). Unfortunately, in life (or is it just this company?), nobody likes doing work left behind by another, unless they’re forced to (example, me, usually me..)

I’m scheduled to fly back into the wilderness in about two days. No worries, I’ve completed nearly err…25% of the darn things that I must do here (don’t ever ask me about time management, ok), but what the heck, life doesn’t only revolve around work, right? So, I’ve been checking on mails (yeah, thanks again for all your mails), and on some of my favourite blogs, e.g. from my lazy sis (who’s started to write again, surprisingly), my wandering brother, my crazy niece (this one’s a real cool one), my family-orientated cousin, my godly father (this one’s getting to look more like a blog for the Prai River Bridge, my previous project), etc. Reading’s much easier than writing, especially nowadays, when my brain turns up nothing but, …. ‘when is this friggin project ever gonna complete?’, ‘when am I ever gonna get out of this rut of a place?’, when can I hike across Nepal into Tibet, or Pakistan into China, Iran into Turkey, across the Stans, etc etc etc, when am I ever gonna get married …...huh?!?! Did I just say that? Hehehe (bet dad must be excited) but believe me, Haulawng does funny things to your head.

Now, come to think of it, Haulawng really ain’t that bad. Haulawng’s actually a great place to: -
- Do absolutely nothing
- Sulk
- Daydream, …and fantasize (coz that’s about all you’re gonna get, …unless you fancy hill-tribes)
- Sit on the toilet bowl for as long as you darn well like (one of my favourite pastimes, maybe read a novel or two in the process)
- Read
- Work (coz that’s about the only thing worth doing)
- Talk, …about work
- Slim down (there’s no shortage of hills and fresh air for you to train your stamina on. Ever since I came here, I’ve lost 2 inches off my waist, an achievement huh? 32 inch waist now hehe)
- Learn how to cut your own hair (you can practice on the dog, I did)
- Surf the net (if it works, …the last time it did was in July, …or was that June?)
- Catch up on the latest movies via HBO, Cinemax, Star Movies, Star Chinese and a slue of other movie channels (now, if only I could get that darn satellite decoder to bloody work)
- Play computer games (no, that’s anti-social)
- Socialize, …socialize?? maybe I should go to church… hmmm, church services start real early, …and the services are all in mizo language, …would prayers be enough?
- Sleep
- Learn how to play a musical instrument
- Start drawing again
- Write
…now I’m coming up with ideas, …BUT I better get back to work, only another friggin 75% to go…


Haulawng, City of Wonders (ya, in my dreams, ...maybe in a century or two some Mahathir-type person would be born here)

The Premier Tourist Spot at Haulawng

Our Base Camp happens to be the premier tourist spot for the locals here at Haulawng. They come here for family outings, for dates, for their wedding photographs (made that up, hehehe). Maybe we should start selling tickets...

Office, Haulawng Base Camp


Our crusher at Haulawng Site

Nothing but hills

Here're some pictures of Mizoram. If you like hills, please do make a trip here. I guarantee you'll love it!

House, Ralvawng Village


View from Aizawl Base Camp


Waterfall on the road to Lengpui Airport

Only in India

Only in India, can you make an 'artwork' out of switchboxes and cables...
Compliments of the Indian School of Ingenious Designs


Lawyer's Office, Calcutta

Gambar Tradisi Perkahwinan Cina


Me and my sis at Starhill

Another one of my sis' bright ideas.

June & Patrick's House


June & Patrick's House, Damansara Perdana

Guess I'll post some pics from home, since I got nothing much to write about hehehe, ...thought I'll take the easy way out... At least there's a pic of Malaysia huh? Want this pic, June?

Things you can do with bamboo

I have no idea why bamboo inspires dances, but here you have it, another variant of a bamboo dance - this one ala Mizoram, taken at our Base Camp in Aizawl on Indian Independence Day (15/8/2005)


Mizo Bamboo Dance