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Monday, September 29, 2008

Moved The Farm Bit...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

How Time Flies...

Almost 3 Month's Since Last Post. Much Has Happened. A Robbery, Fist Fights, 2 Continents, 5 Cities Visited, A Night In A Police Station Enjoying The Amenities, Discovering My Borneo Rice Hound Has One Testicle, 2 Relatives Joining The Underground Movement And A Friend Choosing To End Her Life Rather Than Find The Courage To Fight Cancer.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Do Not Squat!

Snapped At Ikea KL.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Choked Nuts

Bought Myself A Box Of 6’s Underwear Labeled ‘L’ Today. My Nuts Are Choking. Has Inflation Caused The Manufacturer To Cut Down On Material?


Bought myself an eSpring Water Teatment System. Let's see if it is any better than my ELKEN which does not kill microorganisims.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Convert .wpl to .mpg

Been Trying To Convert a .wpl File to .mpg File. Going Nut's. Argh! Any Idea's?


Saturday, February 23, 2008

White Geese

The White Geese seem to have settled in. I look forward to them having eggs soon.


Cattle Shed Done (Almost)

Just completed the Feed Troughs for the cattle shed yesterday. I think we have to let it rest for a few days at least and water it a couple of times to make sure the concrete does not seep anything poisonous.

Then to clear the mess before the cattle can move in. I hope they like their new digs.


Friday, February 22, 2008

It's Growing Back

Like I Said. It's Growing Back!


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Looking Malnourished

My bank account looks rather malnourised. Wonder if it has anything to do with the (conveniently ignored) growing stack of the farm receipts lurking in the drawer next to my bed?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Tropical Garden by William Warren

The Tropical Garden
by William Warren
Photography by
Luca Invernizzi Tettoni

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Sarawak by Robert Hoegel

Clearing off some books.
This one is Sarawak
by Robert Hoegel
(Hardcover) 1986.

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Miniture Horsese

Now i have to pick from amongst these a couple for the Farm. Don't they look adorable? Miniature horses. They are so going to be pampered and loved. I think these will be the first in Sarawak? Now let's see if MasKargo can screw up this time.

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My Hair Is Growing Back

This morning i swaggered out of the barbershop. My barber said to me that there was very noticeble hair growth on my bald spot. Yeah Baby! Now i am wondering if that DoubleX is responsible? Whatever. I am grinning away.


Monday, February 18, 2008

Agong Behind Bars

I had a good laugh looking at this report on the BBC website. This was at the demonstration 2 days ago was organised by the Hindu Rights Action Force, which is demanding the release from jail of five of its leaders.

Kind of strange looking at the Yang Di-Pertuan Agong's portrait there 'behind bars' I wonder if he was as amused as me.


This Tame Goose

After mowing the grass one of the Geese came and sat by me. Strangely it made me contented.


Sunday, February 17, 2008

Postcard On The Visor

Morning Chill Felt Trimming My Goatee
Hurried I Was Thinking Of My Coffee
Then I Noticed The Fellow In The Mirror
Said To Me Again Today Fight The Terror

Sipping Coffee From The Yellowed Mug
Hand Seeking Last Cookie In The Jug
Today Is Like Many Battle To Be Fought
Again Why Has It Be Like This I Thought

Postcard On The Visor Make Me Smile
Get There Must Walk Few Thousand Mile
So Just Another Day Myself To I Say
Lord Help Me Make It Through Today
Hello? Copyright OK? All Rights Reserved!


Thursday, February 14, 2008

Totally Unsafe

Saw this on the way back this evening...
Absolutely no safety concerns...


Tapping Rubber

I have an old neighbour whom i have not noticed being around for a few weeks near the farm. Thought i better pop in and see if he was alright? Saw his rubber cup still fresh with rubber latex. Guess he has not joined the underground movement yet.


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Another Bridge

It rained again this afternoon but not before the new bridge was up. Another couple of hours work and we should be done. No more walking around to get across.


Shoveling Is Hard Work

Finally got around to starting on the pavement to the back. Muddy paths will be a thing of the past!
Shoveling concrete takes a lot of really hard work. I am getting too old for this.


Listen To Your Mother

Was on Skype with Mum tonight. She told me to go shave. Because I looked like a Bum.
Sorry Mummy. Maybe on Sunday. Afterall i only go back to work on Monday.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Replaced & Strengthen

The riverbank finally collapsed and the footing to the goat house had to be replaced and strengthen with a 4 foot tall concrete footing. Took a whole Sunday's worth of work.


Campbell Ducks

A couple of weeks back i visited a duck farm and got my ducklings. They sure have grown fast! I hope to have my first eggs in late April when they will be 16 weeks old. They are looking more and more like their parents.
I wonder what they will taste like. The ducks i mean. Not that i intend to eat them.

Completely Rebuilt

Completely rebuilt last weekend. All its left to do is the painting and chainsawing that large tree trunk across the stream, the cause of the whole bridge breaking up!


Poor Sampan

After the last heavy rains the sampan got washed out to the main ruver behind the farm and got busted really bad again, this time beyond repair.
And that is the exact spot i am going to build the Jetty. Another busy weekend.


Made Does It Everytime

I Gave Made a bath this afternoon. Everytime i finish he rolls about to compliment it with a good sand/dirt/grit bath. I wonder sometimes why do i even bother giving him a bath?

He can go on for 5 minutes like this. Grrrrrr...

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Monday, February 11, 2008

A Time Reflected (Parte Quatro)

The giant of a man I always looked up to was my Grandpa. I only realized how simple his life was when after his passing his belongings were no reflection to the life he led. His possessions were neatly packed into a suitcase and I wondered to myself be this all he had after 86 years?

As a Caucasian in war time Borneo he eluded capture by the Japanese right up to the end of the war surviving for most times deep into the jungles that bordered Sarawak and Brunei surviving on anything he could lay his hands on. Mum used to tell me wartime stories of the hardships the family endured in Miri and how ever so often Grandpa would appear at the garden house at odd hours of the night and bring her paddling in a small sampan out to sea to fish, crossing under a bridge guarded by Japanese soldiers on the way out. Mum was still amazed at his bravery to return ever once in a while to make sure the family was safe and had enough to eat.

Grandpa second marriage was to a Chinese lady. I never got to see him much until i was in my very early teens when he moved in with us after she passed on. He had 3 kids by that marriage and I never got to see or mingle with them much. Later on in my late teens he moved out to be with one of them and then it was only fleeting occasions and we slowly grew apart. I only managed to grow close to him again when I came back for the annual visits and was aghast to eventually find him was put in a nursing home.

In those few years that we were living together I remember my Grandpa as a silent giant. Nothing much said but when he said something it was always something of substance. Always keeping himself busy, it was him whom taught me how to make a kite, how to draw glass onto thread for kite fighting, how to sharpen a saw, how to thread a pipe, how to change the bladder of a bicycle, how to fish, how to patch up small holes with a thread and needle, how to use the old singer machine to sew, how to crack neatly the old preserved cabbage jars so that I could use it for breeding my Siamese fighting fish, how to not be scared of snakes, what jungle plants could be eaten, how to cast and repair a fishing net, how to weave coconut leaves into roofing material, how to cook with bamboo, the list goes on, all skills I have found useful until today, skills which I could bet my bottom dollar not many people will know how today.

But the most important lesson I have learnt from him is humility and kindness to your fellow man. I never heard him raise his voice. I never heard him prejudge anyone. I never heard him speak in anyway of himself. He was just there quietly tinkering away in whatever that suited his fancy, repairing an old clock, trying to fix a stubborn drawer or helping to see if I could get anymore power out of my air compressor for the fish tank. He just got it done. Period, no fuss. I guess his motto was ‘Just Do It’.

I was very angry the day he was buried. But that is another chapter. Something that I have to choose my words carefully for, after all I want to remember my Grandpa for what he was, what he did for me and what and how I want to remember him by.


MasKargo Jokers

My shipper dogtainers.com.au emailed and said they could not get any info from MasKargo in regards to the type of aircraft that flew into Kuching. This was much needed information as the type of aircraft determined the kind of rails the pallets for the livestock to sit on and be secured to. Anyway i called them up to verify. Lo and behold they 'did not have the information at hand'. I was flabbergasted!
A call to the local Kuching Airport gave me the information i needed. Boeing 737-400 Jet, Airbus 330-300 Jet & Airbus 330-200 Jet. I don't know who are the Jokers MasKargo is employing at Melbourne Airport?


Sunday, February 10, 2008

Shivers Down My Spine

While catching up on one of my favourite blogs, Aussie Cab Log, I came across this. And it sent shivers down my spine.

And then I reflected. Much.


Streamyx Sucks