Leavetakings

Just felt that I need to write something in my blogs today, or it'll remain forgotten amidst the winds of time.

So, what am I up to now, since I'm now in my 6th week here in Bintangor.

My health intervention programme went on smoothly, and we did manage to get the MP for Julau district to attend. Not to mention that he agreed to donate us RM2k for our programme thing, still, the money will be going through lots of hands, and I bet that many a people will start taxing it before the money reaches our hands. Damn... I wonder how much is left then.

Still, everyone was pleased with the health intervention programme; the lecturers were, the YB was, the tuai rumahs were, the villagers were, and most of all, all of us were! Nonetheless, the feud between the 2 long houses had become such that one house even boycotted the intervention because it was held in another house instead of theirs. Sigh, and we're stucked in the middle between them.

I think we are rather accustomed to the ways in the longhouse. Most of us can pick up already simple phrases of Iban and are conversing with the residents in Iban. What is a little bit annoying is that they have begun indulging us with their tuak (rice wine). After they have discovered that most of us (the non-muslims) do/can drink, they have been coercing us to drink at a little too often. Now it's like they make us drink whenever we step foot into the longhouse, and it's damn annoying since I don't like to drink! And they don't take NOs easily.

Anyway, this week will be our final week here and there is a cocktail of feelings. Of course we are happy to leave this god-forsaken place, but then we'll be missing all those wonderful new friends that we have been so close to throughout this while, especially me. This afternoon one of the residents in the longhouse dragged me and started saying I'm his brother (he was obviously very drunk). Yup, it's something disinhibitedly hillarious and was under the influence of alcohol, but then, it shows how friendly they are.

Sigh. Simple people, great culture and fascinating friendliness. Damn, I hate to say this, but I am going to miss you!

(by the way, we're going to a waterfall near the boycotting longhouse this Saturday as an attempt of pacification)

I'm stucked!

It's a long story. And it's complicated too.

Having gone back from my hometown with my unfinished blog, I realized that I was stuck in a feud. Yup, internal feud. Anyway, I'm sick of trying to mediate. Hence, I deliberately announced that I will stay out from their dispute, but I will declare vendetta on any morons who try to aggravate me. Yup, being mean, just like usual. Well, I've got no reason not to, since everyone is just as selfish as they were meant to be. So, I'm determined to look after my own self, as usual, and not to waste my breath over anyone or anything, should it not be beneficial to me.

Anyway, my electives to Taiwan has been giving me a migraine as well. Too many things left unfinished, and I have to pick up the broken pieces and mend 'em. Visa, return ticket, ticket to Hong Kong, budget, etc.. Arrgh, and not even 2 months left!

Then, my 25th birthday was rather boring. Obviously, there's no celebration this year. What's more? There's been a 20% decrease in the birthday sms greetings! Damn! I find that the more you age, the less people tend to remember your birthday. Well, not to you, but definitely for me! Anyway, bunches and loads of thanks to those who bother to remember and send me, including some gay guys who happened to send me for the first time! Yuppee~~

On the other hand, I lost my wallet... in the jungle, which makes things worse! The spot where I think I lost my wallet is around 2 hours trek from the nearest human civilation! Arrgh... I guess it's gone. Nope, no hope is left.

Anyway, I've got lots of things to say but I can't write all of 'em in here. Man.. I wish I had more time. Well, got to go. Will blog more when I'm back in Kuching.

(Man these freaking Foochow bastards are yelling all around in this lousy cyber cafe.)