LEAVE application

Today is the fourth time i sent and The Boss finally signed my leave application which I recieved with the most delight.

"wahh, tenkiu very2 much bosskuu" (feeling like jumping itu masa)
he replied "ko jangan cakap tenkiu dulu, see the back of the paper"

turns out, its a full page of to-do-list before and while i am out. But its a deal and a good one. And this really made my day.

Now, baru lah I can read all the emails sent by the kaibingans. Baru lah I could plan and this makes me rasa gumbira!!

pray, nothing will go wrong and we could enjoy this vacation to the fullest.

The Piliks

My cousin uploaded our old picture in the FB today. Was taken between 1996 or 1997 with our beloved grandpa and grandma (they passed away later that year).

The picture brings back many childhood memories. And I couldnt help but to smile and drifting back to the old good days, when nothing really matters as long as the stomach is full.


All the Piliks united (except for Lisa who was born later in the new millenium).

Gayang

We had our 'little' feast last month.


The four of us. (from left: Sera, Mel, me and Jess). All anxiously waiting for the food. Was so hungry that day, went twice to the site.


The feast! 7 dishes at their best.



and, the clean plates.

Mel said "tu urang di tepi kita tinguk2 kita dari tadi. Mengkali dorang heran kita 4 urang bulih kasi habis ni makanan". Hehe, we chuckled and continue eating.

It all cost us Rm200 and a few kilos addition to the "lemak tepu" around the waist. But if you are seafood lover, you might want to visit the place - Gayang Restaurant.

We went home that night soo full, I'd burst with a single poke.

Sunset

I asked one of the mandur the other day why he do not bother to use umbrella under the frying sun, he replied in his heavy hakka slang "bukan tidak mau pakai, tapi itu saya punya olang pun olang juga, jadi sama-sama panas lah". This kind of leadership never fail to gain the respect.


Sunset seen through my window.

The Bosses

While doing a site inspection last week, i had this conversation with a fellow worker. He is an Indonesian mandur from Java. And his slang makes me miss Bandung!

I called him bapak, which he said inappropriate becouse the title bapak should only be used for managers and people who works at the bank. That makes me think on how inappropriate Sabahan usage of 'Boss'. All are bosses, from the road sweeper to the managers behind desks. At some part of the land they even calls their husband boss. It's so common you will hear us calling "boss" for the bill at mamak stall.

It may be a discrepancy on the language, but it's a sign of equality or we are just too lazy remembering each others name. So, I called Munir boss from that day onwards.




this a spacer ring. kinda love this pix.