Bad Bintulu Day

It's really bad, really really bad.

Yesterday, the Sarawak agent informed that he will only be able to meet me on Saturday, tomorrow. We are supposed to meet today. I hope he do not play me out.

The bed I slept on is quite bad too. Protruding spring, but I should be able to bear with it.

This morning, I wasted RM50 in a few minutes because I did not subscribe to the one week broadband plan. I can feel the money flow out like water, really.

Then, I called to reserve a van. I was shocked that there were none left. Holy cow! I sank into depression. While on the decline, I think about whether I could rent 3 cars to ferry everyone. Or could I get a local cabbie with a van? How much will those cost me? Will I go broke here?

Leaving yet again (Bintulu)

Exit notification... check

Luggage weight... check

Flight timing... check

Cash... check

Laptop... and chargers... check

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I am leaving for Sarawak in a few hours time. I am really going to miss the usual working hours here. Over there, I am probably going to get the panda-eyed syndrome due to the early hours to wake up and report for work. I hope I can somehow leave my workers to lead their own men to work, so that I can take a short break every now and then, with the excuse of topping up supplies or something.

Bintulu might not even sound familiar to the ordinary man on any Malaysian street. The more current-affairs-savvy guy might know that it is a place where Malaysian oil and gas are based. They probably already knew all that Bintulu has to offer.

Irritation

Some people are just born to irritate. Foo, born to irritate everyone in the world. A certain foreigner worker who could not speak properly, born to irritate all customers he speaks to. I find a relation between this 2 character. Both of them cannot communicate properly and they irritate listeners in the process. However, one of them can work, another cannot.

Birthday Rant

I hate last minute agendas.

By the way, today is my birthday. I bought cakes for all my friends in fur.

Back to 'I hate last minute agendas'. I have long came up with the logistics list for my project in Bintulu. My boss has to wait till the final moments before he is willing to make purchases. When he fails to find what he wants, he will come back and say, "You go and mass email the bolts and nuts company". I am feeling extremely pissed. I certainly did not ask him to wait till 3 days before the ship sails, to buy the bolts and nuts. That is not to mention that my lightning conductor materials are still not here, and its 3 days prior to the sealing of the container.

Emails are fast, but they are not as fast as going to the shop and getting what you want immediately. They are not as fast as a phone call. They can be delayed from opening. But some people do not get it.

Airport food

Two days ago, I was at changi airport to receive my friend. His flight had been delayed for just over an hour.

I took a stroll within terminal 1. I passed the eateries that sell food at sky high prices and I remembered I used to have a meal there when I was young. Though not the same brand, I supposed the price range should have been the same.

I thought I have been quite an unfilial child then. That amount of money could have bought my parents meals for the entire family at the neighborhood coffee shop. Yet, because they could not bear to let me go hungry, they spent that fortune.

I'm, at this point, at a loss of inspiration on what to type next, maybe I leave blank.

許廷鏗 - 厭棄

天與地片尾曲 - 年少無知