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Hey o’ people of my blog,
I have moved here www.thatsofarah.com
Love me enough to leave some comments.
It’s the last day of 2011. Looking down the road, I did great for quarter life. Though not financially well off, I survived. Anyhow I have news to break. This is my last post for this blog. A blog that has been with me through the high and low of life. The only space I am complacent to share views, feeling and adventures.
When I hit the ground hard circa January 2010, I thought love had evaporated from my blood veins making me lifeless, but no, you readers kept the love flowing with wisdoms and care. And for that, I thank you.
You have also been with me for the first few years when I took off as a lawyer. The rants over demanding bosses, workload, case studies etc. I would not say being a lawyer is easy. By becoming a lawyer, I have made perpetual contract to commit to people’s problems at the expense of putting our own problems aside.
This blog has also seen me venturing into surreal adventure of solo backpacking. It was not meant to be called backpacking at first. It was more of pursuit of self discovery after a devastating break up that I went against the world alone. Ever since, I could not bring myself to a stop from backpacking the world. To those who were inspired by my adventures, who actually booked the flight tickets and re-lived my adventures, my spirits are with you.
And to you, readers, who have put my life under scrutiny and fancy my blog enough to follow me on every posts, I love you much.
This is not a farewell speech for the readers, it’s for the blog.
So now you know, I’ll be moving to my own site soon. I’ll make announcement on 15/01/2012.
So long, farewell, dear blog…
Grandeur of life that was, laden with tech gadgets ranging from Android to iDevices, it is not a surprise to find yourself entangled with the crazy little thing called Twitter Love. While work has taken a toll on social life, virtual network has formed a necessity for many to connect with other people. With personal life updates, live political discussions and endless life principles retweets flowing over the timeline, ask any twitter addicts who would not have a twitter window running while busily attending to the demanding workload.
Twitter or tweetdeck is a permanent fixture on my computer by now.
Continuous tweet tiffs over petty topics like one’s take on marriage, excessive use of hashtags, and social ethics may span to close knit community to heart strings.
It may extend to one’s absence from your timeline that makes you wonder where she or he has been to.
It is not until recently that my interest is drawn to a certain someone on my twitter circle. Someone whose points of view, I always find myself don’t quite agree. As always, rule of opposites attract applies, and I find myself pursuing steadily; not even bother to express myself in disguise. I am straight forward. That’s the beauty of it all, you let loose your ego and crash the protection wall.
Here’s the tricky part. It might not be mutual. So there’s risks abound. There are times when you realize you are the only one trying to fuel the friendship or rather tweetship.
I quit the game for it was just me in the court playing. So I’m back aboard on the ship called Lone-ship.
And with the dream I have, the hope crashes.
I have not been writing for so long. You know the moment you start typing something, your ideas cloud away. I had tried writing after tiring day at work but my piece went unpublished and straight to the saved folder.
We are closing the year so soon, have you sorted out your new year’s resolutions as just yet? It is time to reflect on what we planned to do, planned and done, done but not planned and planned but never executed. I am a true believer that we need goals to keep our lives focused. To tell you the truth, I did not have 2011 New Year’s resolutions as I had drawn a bucket list instead.
Life happens when you least expect it and so does the reverse un-life. It has been a year of perpetual loss for me. The only Atuk I grow up knowing left us. I felt devastated for the fact that I had failed to do my duty as grandchild. I hardly visited him in Kuala Pilah although it was just 2 hours drive from KL. And so I cherish the memories with him. Next was my uncle from Jitra. For all and for once, I hope we remember, the person who might be with us today will not necessarily be with us on the same day next year. Love your family unconditionally, that tops my 2012 new year’s resolution.
Career wise – I believe I have done all that I could as a second year lawyer. May 2012 be a better year for me as a lawyer. I’m going into my third year! I’m planning for a career break in 2012.
Love has not sparked in 2011. Not that I’m not trying, but I took flight the moment a man showed interest in me. Like seriously, I come out with 1001 reasons to evade. Most common reason I coined was I’m married with two kids. Heeee…. I have been a bit laid back these days considering how easy I give out my BBM pin and phone numbers to whoever that asked. When I thought I had turned to a complete stone cold person, I found myself flirting excessively. Oh well, that’s a good sign, really. Oh just yesterday, I randomly propose someone to be my “acting boyfriend” to which there was no certain yes or no answer. I elect to live at present, not for the future. Dozen or so promises do not work for me for they broke my heart into tiny pieces back then.
This brought us back to my next new year’s resolution, to love and to be loved.
Of course, the only item from last year’s bucket list to surface in new year’s resolution list is to be debt free and to live frugally.
I don’t want to have a lengthy list for new year’s resolution for I have clear conscious I might not be able to fulfill all of them. I like to keep it simple and realistic. My new year’s resolutions appear basic. Of course, it shall be read together with the bucket list. If I can do all the above, 2012 will bring fortunes to me. I will then be content with life.
So what would be your new year’s resolution? If you do not hear from me for the next few days, Happy New Year everyone.
Kiss, hug & abundance of love,
Setelah lama menghilangkan diri bagi dalam aktiviti mendaki gunung, dengan kudrat yang ada dan kemahuan yang memberontak, aku merelakan diri untuk bersama rakan-rakan mendaki sebuah gunung yang namanya cukup menakutkan, Gunung Hantu. Kesibukan kerja menyebabkan aku tidak punya banyak masa untuk membuat kaji selidik berkenaan dengan gunung ini. Yang pasti, ianya gunung yang jarang didaki kaki-kaki gunung.
Disebabkan ianya satu keputusan yang drastik yang mana aku langsung tidak tidur dihari sebelumnya kerana bekerja hingga jam 3pg dan kemudiannya terus ke Ipoh untuk menghadiri urusan kerja, maka badan aku sedikit kelesuan dan mata yang agak berat.
Aku dijemput di rumah oleh dua orang rakan yang baru kukenali dan kemudiannya kami terus bergerak ke tol Senawang dan sampai kira-kira jam 10.30 malam. Selepas kesemua rakan-rakan lain tiba, sembilan orang kesemuanya, kami terus berangkat ke Kg. Chennah, Jelebu yang mengambil masa kira-kira 1 jam 15 minit. Kami kemudiannya terus parkir kereta berdekatan dengan pejabat polis Kg. Chennah sekaligus mendaftarkan nama kami untuk mendaki gunung di pejabat polis tersebut. Bukan apa, sekiranya berlaku kecemasan, pihak polis akan lebih bersedia.
Bagi seseorang yang dah lama tidak mendaki, 3 tahun gantung beg, perasaan aku lebih confused daripada biasa. Adakah aku mampu menaiki gunung tanpa menyebabkan kesusahan pada orang lain? Mampukah aku menanggung bebanan beg dalam jangka masa yang panjang? Semua itu menjadi tanda tanya.
Setelah siap membawa beg masing-masing masuk ke dalam 4wD yang disediakan, kami meneruskan perjalanan yang lebih kurang 1 jam ke kawasan air terjun Sg. Kijang Jatuh, memang gelap gempita kerana tiada langsung lampu di kawasan tersebut. Kedengaran deruan air terjun dan bunyi sang cengkerik. Disebabkan sudah lewat, kami terus membentang “ground” atau hamparan dan tidur berbumbungkan langit dan bintang.
Keesokan harinya, organizer trip, Nabil dan Bob menghidangkan nasi lemak buat sarapan pagi kami semua. Lebih kurang pukul 9.30 pagi kami memulakan pendakian. Tersergam air terjun setinggi 40 kaki yang tidak mempunyai sungai yang lebar. Selepas merentasi sungai, awal-awal lagi kami telah disajikan satu rintangan yang cukup menduga akal, tangga besi yang mencacak setidak-tidak 90 darjah.
Setelah mencungap mendaki tangga besi yang sekurang-kurangnya 200 anak tangga itu, kami melalui laluan balak yang mana treknya separuh hancur dek penangan sukan motorcross yang berkongsi laluan. Trek licin dan hancur tersebut menyukarkan perjalanan. Setelah berjalan hampir 2 jam, kami tiba di Kem Hantu Air.
Kami kemudiannya meneruskan perjalanan antara resam pokok paku pakis untuk sampai ke destinasi seterusnya iaitu Sg Ijin. Kami berhenti makan tengahari dan bermalas-malasan yang menyebabkan kami terlajak masa. Kami hanya meninggalkan Sg Ijin sekitar pukul 4 petang.
Setelah bersuka hati melayan trek laluan balak yang landai, aku telah diberi amaran laluan seterusnya memang menduga fizikal dan mental. Mencacak dan terus mencacak. Ianya seumpama apabila kita menegakkan jari, nak kata tegak tak tegak, itulah trek laluan kami sehingga ke puncak.
Dalam keadaan renyai-renyai, lutut yang berdenyut-denyut dan nafas tercungap-cungap, aku gigihkan juga mendaki. Kumpulan 9 telah terpecah kepada dua kerana mungkin aku yang terlalu perlahan. Sebelum ini aku pernah ke gunung-gunung yang baru diteroka treknya, namun gunung Hantu ini yang paling mencanak laluannya.
Perjalanan diteruskan selepas Maghrib. Hujan yang makin lebat menyukarkan pandangan mata aku yang sememangnya memakai spek mata. Aku pula tiada headlamp, yang ada entah ke mana. Yang ada hanyalah satu torchlight. Torchlight pegang sebelah tangan dan walking stick sebelah tangan. Bila memanjat tempat tinggi, memang tak nampak apa di hadapan.
Selepas kami mengendong bekalan air masing-masing ke puncak, aku mendahului rakan-rakan bagi kumpulan kedua. Semasa hendak memaut tangan sambil sebelah lagi memegang torchlight, aku hanya menyuluh pada tempat yang aku akan berpijak. Jadi apabila sampai di kawasan rata, aku terus menyuluh ke arah hadapan yang gelap, terus aku nampak lembaga putih bertutup keseluruhan tubuh kecuali mukanya. Pocong, ujarku dalam hati dan tidak semena-mena aku mengeluarkan kata, “Oh, shit. Tak nak lead, pergi depan dulu”.
Mengigil tubuh badanku sehingga ke puncak, pada waktu itu, aku seorang sahaja yang nampak pocong tersebut. Mungkin kerana aku yang paling lemah antara semua, aku juga uzur. Aku terlalu takut sehinggakan tidak terdaya untuk meneruskan perjalanan. Lalu kami berhenti di tengah hujan lebat, dan rakan-rakan membuat air nescafe panas untuk kuminum.
Kemudiannya, trek yang lebih mencabar daripada yang selepasnya adalah trek ke puncak. Kumpulan di hadapan telah terlepas satu campsite jadi mahu tidak mahu, kami semua terpaksa bermalam di puncak. Kesukaran mendaki paling maksima dalam gelap pernah aku lakukan. Memang mental. Bukan sahaja gelap, trek mendaki tersebut tidak punya trek langsung! Aku hanya semata-mata berpegang pada akar-akar pokok dan batu-batu di lereng bukit. Sekiranya terlepas,memang ke gaung lah jawabnya.
Terus aku terduduk bila sampai puncak, kepenatan dan masih kaget pertembungan dengan pocong tadi. Kira-kira jam 12tgh malam, kami membersihkan diri ala kadar dan terus masuk ke dalam sleeping bag masing-masing. Sejam selepas itu, kami bangun makan malam. Keesokan harinya, seorang pun tak bangun untuk melihat sunrise.Untuk memuaskan hati masing-masing, kami naik juga ke puncak teratas walaupun view tidak ada sangat.
Kami turun sekitar jam 10.30pagi dan group terakhir sampai lebih kurang pukul 7malam di persimpangan air terjun. Air terjun deras, memang gayat menuruni tangga besi yang telah putus tergantung.
One of the must-do itinerary in Panglao Island is island tour inclusive of dolphin watching and snorkelling near Balicasag’s sanctuary.
I was a solo traveler, I accepted the deal for one day tour at Php1,000.00.
I was asked to come down to the seashore at 6a.m. for dolphin watching was best done at 6.00a.m. just after the sun rose. Alex Boy was nowhere in sight, I extended my horizon and spotted him bargaining a deal with a Filipino couple. Oh wait, I thought I charted one boat for myself. On board, I asked how much were they charged for the tour and they said Php1,500.00 for two person.
If you are looking for a guide in Panglao, contact Alex Boy, for I’d recommend his good service. His price is also negotiable. I was told booking directly from hotel and guesthouse doubled the original price. Alex Boatman Service at Panglao – 09274894985. Do me a favour if you call him for his services, let him know you know him through me? From 6a.m. to 2p.m. 1 person – Php1,000.00 and 2 person – Php1,500.00
Dolphin watching… It was a nerve wrecking activity as the last time I went dolphin watching, I saw none. Dolphins swim in group. Like any other wildlife, you need some luck to spot them. I spent 2 hours in Lovina Bali waiting for dolphins and I came back empty hearted. For all I knew, I put high hope to watch dolphins in Balicasag.
Our banca (boat) slowly cruised through the sea with one navigator and one boatman. One was tasked to manoeuvre the boat and another was on the look-out for dolphins. At the same time, they were alerted to the boats heading to same directions. I reckoned there were 15 boats in the sea. Kissed by the morning sun, I had my camera equipments ready. Only after 1 hour hunting, we spotted a school of dolphins. They were fast and on the move. I did not manage to even capture a picture of them.
Balicasag Island is famous for its marine sanctuary, diving and snorkelling. Snorkelling in Balicasag offers different experience from Doljo Beach. In Balicasag, it was more beautiful and colourful. Beware of the hidden charges, when you arrive in Balicasag, a small banca will transport you to the snorkelling area at the price of Php150. If you don’t have you own snorkelling mask, you have to rent the mask at Php150. Luckily Alex brought one mask for me to use.
You could even watch marine food chain where you can easily watch bigger fishes eating the smaller ones. I know it may mean nothing if you dive. But hey, this is only snorkelling and you can already see a lot of marine life. That’s something. Too bad, I did not have underwater camera to share the marine beauty.
After having our lunch in Balicasag, we were brought to Virgin Island. A really virgin island with white sand.
1. Never book the tour with your hotel, instead, find a boatman along the shore. Haggle your price!!
2. Bring some biscuits to feed the fish.
3. Wake up early. 6.00a.m. is best.
4. Bring extra money for the food, the small banca and the mask rental.
5. Spend more time at Virgin Island.
Mumbai. A city of dreamers. The most populous city in India.
We arrived late in the afternoon at Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST). Haggling with the taxi driver, we settled for Rs100 to go to the Travellers Inn Hotel from CST. My first impression on Mumbai was a lively city, overpopulated by human beings with of course dreams of better livings and the notable architures that were almost as gothic as those in Prague.
Like any other first time travellers to Mumbai, we visited the Gateway of India and the Taj, Flora Fountain, the High Court Building, Town Hall, St Thomas’s Cathedral. The structures and architectures of the buildings impressed me so much that I thought they had great resemblances to buildings in United Kingdom. As I walked through the streets, the pungent smell caught the nose, the honks deafened my ears and the cleanliness was an eye sore.
We went to Colaba Causeway to do some shopping (again we were ripped off our rupees). I bought most of the kurta (Indian ladies clothes) at Kurta Government Shop. Chowpathhy beach was a regular hang-out for Mumbaikers. Oh, we ate street food for the first time in Mumbai brushing aside the chances of suffering from diarhoe. It’s vada-pav. Deliciously spicy. I was on the hunt for bhelpuri but could not settle for one as I did not know which restaurants served the best bhelpuri.
Among the highlight of mumbai trip was Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat. Dhobi Ghat or open laudry is popular in Mumbai. This was where the local washers came to wash the clothes. Thousands of local washers. At first we looked into the Dhobi Ghat near the flyover bridge and when we spotted other tourists who were actually inside the Dhobi Ghat, we made our way in.
We were stopped by a man who claimed himself as a supervisor/head of the place and demanded Rs100 from each of us so as to allow us in. Limited time yes. We paid what was asked out of us because there was no use going into a fight with these local washers and we were excited to make the best photo out of the trip to open laundry.
Next was Chor Bazaar, a place I insisted on going for I wanted to buy new cameras. Old and antique camera. Luckily we found the camera shop and boy, I felt like buying the whole shops. Absolutely going to Chor Bazaar again to buy more cameras.
One thing I missed doing in Mumbai was to watch a cricket game.
To be honest with you, Mumbai was such a busy city that I could not bring myself to dream. I didn’t even think of dreaming, really. I’d like to think that the dreams belonged to those Bollywood dreamers.
Your ‘Kajol-in-the-making’ is penning off now as she can’t wait to pack her stuff for her Mother’s Day Special: Trip to Jogjakarta.
Dear Gentle Readers,
This blog has gone on hiatus for more than a month. I promise thee that I am going to write soon. There are many occurences taking place in my life. Many judgment calls I need to summon in order to fine-tune my life.
Just as much as I want to astonish thee with my travel tales in India, I am occupied with work that warrant my utmost attention. Honestly speaking, I don’t even have time to pamper myself.
Promise, I will start writing again. Very soon.
Before I finally called it a day, I would like to narrate a funny occurrence amidst a boring trial that took place today.
As we represented a corporation that is being sued, our contention was that all dividends of approximately 20 years have been duly paid to the Plaintiff. So as to lead the Court to such conclusion, we need to tender documents showing proofs of payment through the maker of the original documents.
Our first maker of the document was called to tender plentiful of documents dating a decade ago. The contents of the documents could be summed up as follows:- a lump sum figure is given and then divided by the size of the area held by the participants-that is how much dividend a participant should be getting. We wanted to show veracity of the contents of the documents, so we equipped our first witness of the day a calculator to calculate the total dividends given to the participants in order to obtain the exact lump sum figure.
There was a discrepancy of 5 cents in payment. Yes, you read me right. A meagre amount of five cents. Appearing in court 400 kilometres away from home, not to mention the long journey driving, two hours worth of sleep and many hours sorting documents the night before, the last thing you would want to do is to argue over the amount of five cents. In our daily life, we just cincai kira an amount as small as five cents. But in court, we fight hard over five cents! That was what we did today.
In my re-examination of witness, I was trying to establish that different decimal numerical systems may cause such small discrepancy. Noted by the judge and end of story.
To my surprise, my learned friend i.e. lawyer for the Plaintiff, apparently was not satisfied with decimal technical possibility and he tried to prove that the contents of the documents were incorrect just because of the five cents discrepancy. Fair enough, he had our second witness to re-calculate. To his horror and to my disbelief, the second witness got the exact lump sum figure instead of the one with five cents discrepancy as testified by my first witness.
I quickly grabbed my phone and started calculating; first attempt – short of 3 cents from the exact lump sum figure.
That witness of mine was a tough lady who was almost unbreakable. She was adamant with her answer as to the lump sum figure. My learned friend then tried to calculate the figures himself while I was on my second attempt. The presiding judge allowed us to take our own sweet time to calculate the figures ourselves as though he had perceived what might accrue next.
I finally arrived to the exact lump sum figure; you should have seen my face beamed in glory. Hahaha.
My learned friend on the other hand, was still in short of few cents. Realizing that the Judge had smirked over our silly encounter with numbers, my learned friend pulled back-he withdrew the question and asked no further question.
Moral of the story, don’t ask questions that might put strength to your opponent’s case. Second, contrary to the legal adage of “Agree to Disagree”, one thing the lawyers need to agree on is their weaknesses in mathematics.
At the moment, I would be more than happy to receive five cents coins from you!
Bromo is waking up and put on a list of volcanoes on status alert. It’s now Level 2 – explosive.
I have not wrapped up the idea of going to bromo since no traveling advice has been issued by the embassy.
I need prayers.
I say a little prayer.