howwwzattt... of drizzling in saxony...

Spending my recovery day reading this outside under the shade. It has been drizzling since the evening, the sky is kinda pale now. 

Going to look for car to rent in a while, it is not like Hamburg or Frankfurt where taxis are aplenty. For less than 1000 euros I can get a new model A4 or a C-Class Benz for a month.

These are my companions here, someone gave it to me so I won't get mad talking to the wall.

Someone is going to build a chicken coop I heard, good luck then hahaha...

howwwzattt... of thinking where to get my nasik...

Was taking a stroll just now looking for place for dinner. Came upon this place in Neustadt some 2km from the hotel.

A kebab place just beside a supermarket. I was thinking of something with rice but they don't have it tonight. Just point the menu displayed on the wall, don't know how to pronounce it because everything was in German.

Ended up with this, still a kebab dish I guess and the portion was huge same like anywhere in Europe.

Not much movement particularly Neustadt, a slow pace life because I think everybody is taking the stride as good as it comes but more appreciative in a way. 

Yes, it's calmer here but I miss you much...

howwwzattt... of good morning sunshine...

0530hrs +2GMT

I just woke up after been sleeping for 8-10 hours. Another hour or so before landing in Frankfurt.

Having my breakfast 35000 feet above the ground, in another time zone. Took the potato and pumpkin, the sausage feels rubbery like a watchman nightstick.

The attendant is serving coffee now, having my second cup.

Some 7000 miles away.

Just arrived at Holiday Inn Dresden, waiting for my room to get ready.

The rest of the DRS working party.

And the nest for the next 4 weeks.

Another morning, another place and the only day off is far away but every city has seen me in the end, and brings me to you again. 

Earlier this afternoon, received an advance notice from the office informing me of a new deployment straight out from Dresden to Dubai on the 17 of October. Rarely we will be sent from one place to another (unless with something urgent) without coming back first to KL but I guess this has got to do with the new policy of us to be away 80% days for a calendar year which is 280 days.

I don't mind to be a Revolving Jones but sometimes, the loneliness breaks me.

Always somewhere, miss you where I been...

howwwzattt... of a fine line between nationalism and racism...

I was born in Kuala Kangsar, a royal town in Perak. I inherit a Bugis and Acheh lineage from my father and mother respectively. Most of the living Malaysians now regardless of their ethnicity were here in Malaysia and that makes us a rightful citizen of the country.

Our forefathers and those before them may have come from some place else to the peninsula and I believe mine too. This is a hijrah, a migration to another land or place for a better living.

As for our generation now, we were born, schooled, work and die on this land that we love, well some may died some place else.

Being so, sub-conciously all of us are nationalist in each individual right. Some may fight with guns like the army, some may venture into businesses to strenghten the economy, some may teach in schools preparing for the next generation, some may work in factories again for the economy and some may not even doing anything except for counting their fortune.

Being proud of who we are, of our land that those before us had developed with their bare hands and sweats.

1Malaysia is a nationalism in form of slogan, reminding us of who we are.

Shouting Cina balik Tongsan, India balik India, Benggali balik Punjab tapi Melayu balik mana? What if the Orang Asli shout at us, "hoiii Melayu, pegi balik Jawa, pegi balik India", would we be abled to react?

And that is racism, a card being played by our leaders just to save their skin, to save their periuk nasi.

howwwzattt... of to die for the wrong reason, for the wrong cause...

Read here if you want to know more. The prime minister of Malaysia, Datuk Seri Najib Razak is reported to have belted out before some 15,000 silat (Malay martial arts) practitioners at the Nation's Independence Square (Dataran Merdeka) that "we are willing to die," for Najib's government.

I myself wouldn't be too quick to offer myself to die just yet, at least not for this. I admit that I'm a coward, pengecut. I'm not a strong person who would run into a fist fight blindly and then got whack good and proper. But for those who want to die for this kind of cause, his cause, be my guess because you were being used by the puppetmaster to defend him, to speak on his behalf against those allegations which he himself keeping mum about.

When reading OutsyedTheBox just now, one can't help from wondering why no more international getaway lately.

How did a blind man cross the road? By an ambulance of course. Because his first attempt to get across was unsuccessful and the hospital was conveniently located on the other side of the road. Don't be that blind man, use your brain or imagination to say the least.