Camping Hiking Outdoor

Hike : Gunung Stong, Kelantan Part 1

Previously known as : I Just Got Stong-ed Part 1

A little tanned, a little cuts and scratches, a little aches on the thigh and calves, a little lack of sleep, a little bit hungry and it was worth every little damn little of everything. Did I get you a little bit confused?

I had a great experience in outdoor last weekend with more than 2 dozen of strangers. I had been striking out the days anticipating the hiking + camping trip since last year. No, the idea of surrounded by total strangers do not bothers me. The state of being outdoor, surrounded by trees, crashing gallons of revitalizing water on centuries polished rocks and taking in cool fresh air outweighs all those silly questions. Honestly, I preferred it that way, not having known associates around me, as it forces me to socialize a bit more. Come out of my shell. Think it took me more than 24 hours before I eased up and moved around.

I was the first to arrive at the rendezvous point, McD, KL Sentral at 730pm. Sat the dead weight I had on my shoulder on first empty table I found. Rested while my eyes darted around the room looking for anyone who has a bloody huge backpack eating at their shoulders. Nope, none yet, just a couple of cute chicks. I ordered myself Spicy McDeluxe and waited. A handful of french fries and two bites into my burger later, I could make out a huge frame accompanied by a much smaller individual appear at the narrow entrance. Each have big bags and they so happen to be the organizers for this trip. Met them once last year when I went for the Gunung Irau, Cameron Highlands trip. Waved, offered seats and introduced myself. It was after 10 minutes before others arrive. And man, did they pack… I was intimidated of course. These guys know their stuff. All look seasoned and polished. Of course, they looked clean. Guys are shaved. Girls hair tidy. Too many people and I did not approached them. Just linger by the side smiling if eyes met, but looked the other way soon after. Time was 820pm and there are several person who have not arrived. The train leaves at 830pm. Dang… but luckily our train system could be depended on – arrival delayed. The party was formed and we crowded around the tv checking out the mini riots and hoo haa that took place earlier in view of Perak’s unstable political state.

Finally the gates opened and we flooded the stairs and got on board the train. I have not got on a train for years and this would be a first where I have to sleep 10 plus hours on it. Got the top bunk for myself. I brought 2 carabiners with me and I used them to hook up my bags. Eventually offered one of my carabiner to the person opposite of me when he seemed to have trouble keeping his backpack in place. A brand new one too. The carabiner I borrowed him never returned. And I regretted borrowing it. More about it later though. First, here’s some tips for people who would like to take a long arduous journey on Malaysian train.

  • The odd numbers are for top bunks and even number for lower bunks.
  • The top ones are a little low, I can’t sit up straight when I am on it, and I am about 174m. Lower ones, has a little more vertical space.
  • Lower bunks are supposed to be RM10 extra.
  • A pillow and a sheet is provided. Reading lamp too.
  • Those who can’t sleep in brightly lit room better bring sleep masks/eye covers, the compartment lights are on 24/7.
  • Toilets have bare necessities. Option for squat or sit. For the sit ones, I prefer to hover.
  • Leg space is limited after you put your bag on your bed.
  • The arrival and departure time are merely estimation. Most of the time they are late.

Apart from this, I managed to catch some shut eye on the ride. It was much better than I had imagined. I slept through all the swishing and swashing but woke up every time we stopped at a station. Perhaps the swaying and rocking reminds me of my infant days. Chilling on my baby bed. Downed a bottle of chicken essence before I slept.

We reached Dabong at 730am. Drama ensued on the foggy railroad while most were still rubbing the sleep off their eyes.

Hiking Outdoor Personal Run

Sweetness Of Doing Nothing

I had a long holiday. 8 days plus. Spent it at home of course. It was Chinese New Year, so it was, I think. The atmosphere is getting thinner. Celebration of the Lunar New Year seems to be waning… it’s like sitting on a reclining chair set at 150 degrees. A little more then it will go flat.

Did not meet up with any friends at all this year, and none of us organized any too. Only the one who came back from Singapore asked to meet up. Guess everyone wanted to stay home and away from crowds this year. Managed to meet up with 4 friends the night before I got back to the city.

I think the long holidays is just too long. If holidays meant staying indoors and at home. Shall consider hauling my ass to somewhere next year if I have a long CNY holiday for a day or two.
I had too much computer, TV and sitting around. The long hours spent on gambling hurts my back but I won. When we made it to the table my luck dwindled. I lost what I won. Easy comes easy goes. Poof!

Nearly 2 weeks off the rocks makes me a dull boy. Am feeling lethargic. My lazy bone starts to repopulate. A good thing though is that the corn on my toe is getting better. I already started running again, once. Just about 3km. My muscles are a little sore now. But it feels comforting. Neglected my running shoes for more than 3 months. Should have dealt with the corn bastard earlier. It looks ugly. I first bought a lotion for corn and a pumice from Scholl. It worked like… crap. Expensive and yields no result. Shit decision for taking the painless way. I think it might even aggravated it and made it worst. Then I sought the use of corn plaster. And assumed just sticking it on is enough. I ignored the direction to cut away at the white skin and clip at the monster. Naturally my assumption led to further fuck ups. It bloody hurts by now. Soon I was on my second pack of corn plaster that I started cutting away. It did not hurt that much when I clipped and peeled away the flapping dead skin. Shit hit the fan when I move in for the bullseye. Scraping and partly digging at the infected area was not a fun thing to do. Having it grow at the bottom of your big toe and bending over for a long period of time hurts the inner thigh, back and neck. The hole you get after each excavation just keep my spirits hollow. Thank goodness the increase cutting and scraping with the third pack seems to be working much much better.

Right now I am wearing my Inov8 with my backpack sitting patiently behind me. Me going to get me some fresh air this weekend. Me is excited about it but me think the 10 hour train ride is a bummer. Hope this trip will be worthwhile of my 20 hour train ride. The bag is heavy. I packed several light pieces of clothing but brought quick a lot of food in the form of Snickers and Nature Valley bars. Let’s see, I have :

  • 3 regular Snicker bars
  • 12 mini Snicker bars
  • 12 Nature Valley bars (8xPeanut, 2xCinnamon Apple and 2xHoney Oats)
  • 2 Maggi Cup Noodles (least nutrition but got it for the taste only)
  • 1 Ayam Brand Chilli Tuna
  • 2 Instant Nestum Packet
  • 1 Pack of Glucolin
  • 1 Pack of Organic Protein
  • 1 Bottle of mixed Vitamins
  • 1 Packet of Salt (in case there are leeches)
  • 3 bottles of Brands Chicken Essence
  • 1 Vaude Sleeping Bag
  • 1 Set Mess Tin, Spoon and a pair of bamboo chopstick
  • 1 FavourLight Luxeon Rebel 90
  • 1 First Aid Kit (Plaster, Charcoal Pills, Panadols, Deep Heat, Counter Pain, Ho Yan Hor, Scissors, Nail Clipper, Finger Tape, Safety Pin and etc)
  • Toiletries
  • 1 long pants, 2 shorts, 4 boxers, 1 hand towel, 4 tshirts, 2 singlet and 3 pairs of socks. 1 jacket too.
  • 1 Lowe Alpine backpack
  • 1 daypack
  • 1 Canon camera (don’t think the battery it will last for 2 days)
  • 1 Sea to Summit Dry Sack
  • 1 3litre Camelbak Hydration Reservoir

Basically that’s it.

Am leaving for Dabong, Kelantan tonight with 27 strangers. Well I met the organizers before once when I went for the Gunung Irau, Cameron Highlands hike last year. Tamil and YY. But did not talk much with them. As for the others, blank. Well, that’s part of the fun right?

I suppose it will be a bit hard for me this time because I have not been running or hiking for 3-4 months. No endurance and low fitness level. Oh yeah…

Music Personal

Da Da Da Da Da Dum

Caught myself humming to a familiar tune. Did not realize what it was before my colleague asked why am I so happy about. It was nothing in particular and I asked him whether he knew what song it was. And so I hummed louder. He shrugged his shoulders. I added in the “poot poot” for good measure and instantly he remembers. Nah… here is the song.

Oh I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m strong to the finich
‘Cuz I eats me spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s strong to the finich
‘Cuz he eats his spinich
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man

I’m one tough gazookas
That hates all palookas
That ain’t on the up and square
I biffs ’em and buffs ’em
And always out-roughs ’em
And none of ’em gets nowheres.

[backup singers]
If anyone dass’es to risk his fisk
It’s boff and it’s wham unnerstan’

So keep good behavior
That’s your one lifesaver
With Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s strong to the finich
‘Cuz he eats his spinich
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
Popeye the Sailor Man!

A song written by Harry Nilsson which encouraged my spinach eating years.



8th January 2009.
Brought new mouse to work.

I am doing a test to see how long this mouse will last me. Am suspecting it is being abused after working hours. The previous mouse I brought from home has gone bonkers. And it served me well at home till now.


Go Sleep Outside

I had never went on a real camping trip ever. The only one that I… wait I just remembered I had 2 such experience during my school days. Not really that outdoor as I might care to call it.

First camp experience was during my primary school years… Standard 5 or 6. I am grabbing loose ends and tying them together here. I don’t remember how and why I was there. Or for whatever event it was. Erm… a lot of wood stacked in the middle. Bonfire thing. Campsite was beside the school hall. Each of us get to sleep on stretcher bed types. Boys get to sleep outdoors… and the girls in classroom on desks. They decorated the class windows with their towels and clothes, a temporary curtain/blind thing. I don’t seem to remember doing anything memorable. How I spent the night away from home and together with dozens of children doing nothing eventful puzzles me. The details I remember was that the toilet in the Standard 6 block was flooded due to the girls usage. God knows what they try to flush down the pipes. Since they invaded and destroyed the toilets there, I remember having to go take a leak at the Standard 1 and 2 toilets. Damn. Gloomy dark and cold. Somehow the toilets there seemed to have instilled fear in me after all those years. I had never been willing to take a dump in them for the fear of what evil awaits me. And for the record in all my school years I seemed to have corked up my ass, never squatting over any shit stained porcelain unless Nature called me using the PA system. I remembered tearing up the corridors back to civilization with two other friends after we finished our business. Not turning back at all.

Saw a thin colorful snake coiled on a low branch joining us for a mass bullshitting session. Haha. I really can’t remember anything besides all these crap. There was the pair of red eyes amongst the trees at night too. That’s about it.

The last one I had was in Form 5. A joint event organized for prefects – mixed with other prefects from another school. Not that I did anything useful being a prefect. Never really gave a shit to what authority the tie gave me anyway. Oh well, this trip provided more fun. Camped on Institut Haiwan’s ground and damn… do they have a lot of ants everywhere. All I had to pack was some clothes and food. That was the first time I bought instant porridge too. Maggi. No idea how to cook it and supper sucked big time. It was eating MSG + uncooked rice and lots of hot water. Memorable cause I had to share it with some other hungry people. For that I got a temporary name Mr. Porridge.
We got to hiked a trail and it was fun too. Went in to knee deep mud and saw several students grabbing on plants with thorns too. Ouch. It was quite a long walk for my standard that time and it was tiring. We got to jump into the murky man-made lake when we finished the hike. There we met a snobbish little fucker and we saved some leftover sardine and threw into his camp since the place was practically infested with ants. No idea what happen in the night for him.

Early the next morning I had to escort some girls to the toilet to wash their face when I myself was barely half awake. Brushed my teeth with closed eyes while waiting for them. The night before I tried lying on the mini jetty looking up at the skies hunting down shooting stars and it was a waste of my time. Counting stars did not work either with all the gaggle around me. I rather stare blankly. Ha… I did not know how I went to sleep and the sleeping condition but I know I borrowed a pair of track suit pants from a fellow student to wear. I think I did not return him the piece of clothing. Gosh…

I think I did not really slept at all during the camp. I remembered going home and went dead after a shower. It took a lot from me, since I was caught sleeping in my Mathematics class. The teacher called upon me and I just stood up from my sleep. Goes without saying it was a the rest of the class found it amusing. Can’t remember much already. All these happened more than ten years ago.
So yes I am excited, anticipating the forthcoming camping+hiking trip. Weeeee….. oooo weeee oooo weeee


End Of The Year

It’s already the end of 2008.
I suffered so many bombings, that even the strongest bomb shelter would have caved in. The first one went off on 22nd November and the last one to officially go off was on Christmas day itself. In that one month span, I was served 8 red bombs. With one being a green one.
Too much of wedding dinners for me. Too much of joyous celebration with shark fins, prawns, chickens and fish with the occasional appearances by abalone and fresh scallops.
Anyway I would like to express my heartiest congratulations again to all the newly weds. Congrats!
Already I have one set for April and one in June next year. Gee wheez I can’t wait. Am sure I would have recovered by then.

Oh and the other thing… having a corn or chicken eye (cantonese translation) growing on the toe hurts like a bitch. I can’t walk properly let alone run. Been shying away from outdoor activities for a while now and am feeling sick. I need to get out in the sun. Tried using a liquid solution from Scholl and it did not seem to work. My brother recommended me to get a plaster type medication with a Carnation in front. I have to wait to see the results. Another 4+ days to go. Let’s hope I make the eye go blind.

And go give BFM 89.9 a listen to. I am loving it so far although the songs seems to be too repetitive but the content they are delivering is good. Am sleepy now. Time to go.



A lot of them are in deep warm poo poo huh. 52,000 of them.
Don’t worry, it will be over soon. I think.


Not So Deep Water Solo

Any of you have a swimming pool at home?
If so, do you happen to love climbing?
And if you do, do you have extra cash to burn?

If your answer is yes for all the three questions, then I propose that you check out Aqua Climb. No no… it’s got nothing to do with hanging transvestites or having them climb on you, perv!

Ain’t this cool. No crash pad needed. No need to use chalk.

Go to their site at to find out more. Apparently AquaClimb is the child of Pyramide USA.

A leader in the wall climbing industry. If any of you decide to install one could you let me in?
I have not been climbing much for more than 4 months. Bouldering to be exact. I missed bouldering at Nomad’s. It seems my feeling is mutual with a number of my fellow climbers.

Received a message in Facebook last few days. A project to get the Nomad wall reconstructed on our own and the news alone is exciting. A few have already volunteered to help setting up the wall. Be coolie in short. *hands up* *whip whip*
Hope it works out because I am missing the climbing, the walls and the friends.


The Choice Of A Newer Generation

Those of you who loves collecting soda cans and dust at home should consider stocking up some Pepsi now. Why?
Because they are heading in a brand new direction for their branding and packaging, that’s why. Breathing a new life into an old brand.

The brand new Pepsi logo is suppose to represent a smile. I see a smirk.
And I don’t like the new look. Too clean… too polished for my liking. Really “yat pek si” this time.

Do many of you collect these cans and bottles? I do know a few who collects Coca Cola bottles. The soda cans tend to spring a leak after a few years… the top or bottom would spew its content creating a sticky mess… be it in your cupboard or shelf or altar. It seems the irregularity in room heat and pressure over the years does that. Prolonged expansion and contraction finally made the aluminum cans give in huh. Air conditioned rooms help solve the problem. Yay… contribute to global warming just to preserve some not-so-limited Coke bottles. Smart. Mother Nature should spank those ignorant collectors. Not those who rummage through trashcans and drain.

For the kick of it… here’s a list of Pepsi’s slogans. I have no idea there were so many.

* 1939: “Twice as Much for a Nickel”
* 1950: “More Bounce to the Ounce”
* 1950: “Any Weather is Pepsi Weather”
* 1957: “The Light Refreshment”
* 1958: “Be Sociable, Have a Pepsi”
* 1961: “Now It’s Pepsi for Those Who Think Young”
* 1963: “Come Alive, You’re in the Pepsi Generation”.
* 1967: “(Taste that beats the others cold) Pepsi Pours It On”.
* 1969: “You’ve Got a Lot to Live, and Pepsi’s Got a Lot to Give”
* 1975: “Have a Pepsi Day”
* 1977: “Join the Pepsi People (Feeling Free)”
* 1980: “Catch That Pepsi Spirit” David Lucas composer
* 1981: “Pepsi’s got your taste for life”
* 1983: “Pepsi Now! Take the Challenge!”
* 1984: “Pepsi. The Choice of a New Generation” (Commercial with Michael Jackson, featuring Pepsi version of Billie Jean)
* 1986: “We’ve Got The Taste” (Commercial with Tina Turner)
* 1990: “You got the right one Baby UH HUH” ( sung by Ray Charles for Diet Pepsi )
* 1991: “Gotta Have It”/”Chill Out”
* 1992: “Be YoungER, Have Fun, Drink Pepsi”
* 1993: “Right Now”Van Halen Song for the Crystal Pepsi Ad
* 1995: “Nothing Else is a Pepsi”
* 1994: “Double Dutch Bus” Pepsi song sung by Brad Bentz.
* 1996: “Pepsi:There’s nothing official about it” (During the Wills World Cup(Cricket) held in India/Pakistan/Sri Lanka)
* 1997: “GeneratioNext”.” With the Spice Girls ”
* 1998: “Yeh Dil Mange More”(In Hindi/Urdu meaning “My heart wants more”)(India/Pakistan)
* 1999: “Ask for More”/”The Joy of Pepsi-Cola” (Commercial with Britney Spears/Commercial with Mary J. Blige)
* 2000: “Aazadi dil ki” (In Hindi meaning “Freedom of the Heart”)(India)
* 2003: “It’s the Cola”/”Dare for More” (100th Anniversary Commercial)
* 2003: “Yeh Pyas Hai Badi”(In Hindi meaning “This thirst is too much”)(India)
* 2005: “Wild Thing”/”Ask For More” (With Jennifer Lopez & Beyoncé Knowles)
* 2006: “Why You Doggin’ Me”/”Taste the one that’s forever young” Commercial featuring Mary J. Blige
* 2007: “More Happy”/”Taste the once that’s forever young” (Michael Alexander)
* 2008: “Yeh hai Youngistaan Meri Jaan!” (India)
* 2008: “Pepsi Stuff” Super Bowl Commercial (Justin Timberlake)
* 2008: “Рepsi is #1” Тv commercial (Luke Rosin)
* 2008: “Pepsify karo gai!” Commercial ( in Urdu meaning “Wanna Pepsify!”) (Pakistan)

Personal Pet

From Pup To Pulp

Am in a bloody lousy mood.
I just lost  RM180 just like that. The bloody dog chewed on it. Gone… my power adaptor gone. Dead.
Feel like kicking it and hearing it yelp. Argh.

What rotten luck. Wonder if any compensation would be made to me or will it passes me by.
Can I pummel the fellow and bury her head in? Argh.