tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217565792024-03-05T23:32:54.331+08:00my shoes, my journeyJottings of my journey in life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger264125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-76705368677911908212019-02-01T08:00:00.000+08:002019-02-01T10:14:39.583+08:00Changes: #4 New hobbyI still love photography. But during the last six months, I've pick up new hobby and skill: leather craft.<br />
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It all started with a stop at a RM2-kind of shop. I spotted a sewing kit that have an awl in it. I had bought a spool of waxed thread ealier. I am not quite sure why I bought it, but I did.<br />
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My riding pouch was showing signs of tear. I decided to try to mend it myself using the sewing kit and the thread. The stitching isn't the neat, nevertheless, more that six months later, it still held!<br />
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After the first stitching on the pouch, I was curious. I wonder if I could actually make anything. I somehow found a shop selling leather patch. One thing let to another, before I knew it, the initial sewing kit have grown into a kit that need a small tool box. From mending a torn pouch, I've begun making leather stuff: keychains, wallets, cases (handphone, tablet, memory card), and also tool pouches.<br />
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Now I'm sort of 'addicted' to it. I would love to be able to craft at one item each week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-84397470824785966302019-01-28T14:29:00.000+08:002019-01-31T22:28:24.681+08:00Changes: #3 JobsFor the past one year, I've changed job twice.<br />
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It first started when I noticed that I was sickly. I wasn't exactly ill, but I wasn't exactly well. It felt like I was in constant fever that refuse to go away. I felt just fine when ever I was out of the work premise. I had lost quite a lot of weight.<br />
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I initially wanted to take a break and recuperated. Opportunity came knocking in the form of a job offer from a smaller company. Granted, the pay was smaller, but compared to the workload, it was a handsome pay. I enjoyed my time at the company. I had plenty time for rest and family. I even had time to pick up new skill - leather craft.<br />
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Alas, it had to end. The probation was suppose to be only three months. But when neither boss nor HR mentioned anything about my confirmation, I started to look for another job after the fourth month. After working for only seven months (among the shortest stint so far), I move on to another job in a bigger company. I'm still adjusting to the new workplace and work environment.<br />
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Hopefully this change is for the best.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-76959400266151911032019-01-21T13:00:00.001+08:002019-01-21T13:00:53.903+08:00Changes: #2 New cameraI still enjoys photography. And I still love my mirrorless camera - Olympus Pen.<br />
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After spending thousands of kilometres and hours on the motorcycles, I realized that I some time couldn't stop in time to capture some of the fantastic view that I saw. Furthermore, after becoming the road statistic for Eid Fitri a couple of years back (yes I was hit by a car), an action cam was in order.</div>
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The relatively cheap action cam, have limited capability. But at the moment it is good enough to capture moments while riding the bike. The buttons on the camera have some what 'worn out'. Some times they don't respond when I pressed them. Nevertheless the action cam still could capture decent videos.<br />
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Beside the action cam, I recently purchase another camera: Olympus TG-5. I've always wanted a 'tough' camera. After so many years oogling it, I finally bought it. The image quality is better than the cheap action cam. But I'm not going to mount it on the helmet yet. Now that I have the TG-5, the Pen, besides not being water proof, suddenly seems too bulky to carry around.<br />
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So now, I'm using minimalist gears combination.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-48065451225336353142019-01-21T12:40:00.001+08:002019-01-21T12:40:59.338+08:00Dusting out the old keyboardWhen I bought the <a href="http://myshoesmyjourney.blogspot.com/2017/08/blank.html" target="_blank">keyboard</a>, I had hoped that I would be posting more frequently in the blog. But that didn't really happened. Not because I had nothing to post about, but some how or rather I didn't get around to post anything. <div>
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Then when some characters on the keyboard stopped functioning, the keyboard got shelved away. I had been meaning to get a replacement, but never did. Today, out of curiousity, I took out the keyboard, and took it apart. Suddenly, the keys are all functioning again. For a RM 75 plastic keyboard, I amazed that it still could function!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-31788187579371884522018-02-17T17:36:00.000+08:002018-03-22T15:48:40.917+08:00Eternal Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rain pelting the tarmac. I sat there, a book in my hand, waiting for the down pour to stop.<br />
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Despite the storm, there was calmness and peacefulness in the air. It was surreal. Then I remembered. The spot, the McD where I sat and took shelter, once stood a majestic banyan tree. Underneath it, was a cemetery.<br />
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The local people who opened the area, were once buried here. They knew their land. They knew which spot was peaceful for them to rest eternally. But it was not meant to be. Money and commercialisation were more important. In death, they were required to moved.<br />
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And so they did. To make way for a mall and a fast food restaurant. A reminder to us all, nothing is eternal in this world, not even death.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-5064011754367520622018-02-16T17:45:00.002+08:002018-03-22T15:49:17.625+08:00Happy New YearIt new year again!<div>
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p.s. I've just realised that it loosely translated to "wishing (you) abundance of wealth". Who need peace and happiness, when wealth is more preferred ;)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-86726322395530076172018-01-07T00:00:00.000+08:002018-03-22T15:49:17.657+08:0020182018. A week has passed. <div>
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I stared blankly on the screen pondering what to write / type. I see others sharing their new year resolutions. I have none; other than to write 2018 instead of 2017.</div>
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Some live events in mine have made me feel that new year celebrations on 1st January is overrated. I now treated it as just another holiday. 1st January is new year for Gregorian Calender. We in Asia, have other calenders that we centre our lives around. Chinese Lunar Calendar and Islamic Calendar are just two examples of those calenders. There's also Hindu solar calendar that our Hindu's friends use to pick auspicious date for every thing.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-70724342937363132062017-08-31T12:59:00.002+08:002017-08-31T12:59:48.756+08:00Happy Merdeka Day!Happy 60th Merdaka Day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-15481960306574509852017-08-26T08:00:00.000+08:002017-08-26T08:00:25.798+08:00Changes: #1 Mode of transportThere are some changes in my life. As mentioned in my <a href="https://myshoesmyjourney.blogspot.my/2017/01/cobweb.html" target="_blank">previous</a> post, I've already changed my main mode of transportation.<br />
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The power to be decided that some hikes (no I'm not referring to hike-up-the-mountain kind of hike) are long over due. Not only the KTM commuter fare, but also the parking fees, and highway tol - all at the same time. Then there were also reduction of subsidies to the petrol. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-75456667279235178872017-08-19T13:55:00.000+08:002017-08-19T21:26:58.794+08:00BlankI stared blankly at the computer screen, trying to get some ideas for this entry.<br />
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It has been quite a long while since I last write anything, apart from work related reports. I longed for my creative juice to flow. To have words flow through my fingers on to the keyboard.<br />
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Speaking of keyboard, earlier this month, I upgraded my tablet. The OTG adapter and the keyboard was working just fine. Until suddenly this morning the new tablet refused to detect the keyboard. Imagine my frustration of having to do tech support using only the small touchscreen keyboard on the tablet. You can't really do any serious ten-fingers-typing on the touchscreen.<br />
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So, off I went to a gadget shop to buy replacement OTG adapter. It only cost me RM 3. While testing the adapter and the keyboard at the counter, the good sales assistant looks on and enquired about my setup. I casually asked him if the shop have any small keyboard like what I was using. I told him that the tablet can't power up the normal-size keyboard. He said they don't have the mini keyboard, but...<br />
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He casually walked over one of the shelves, and reached out for a box. Out came a foldable bluetooth keyboard!<br />
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After testing the keyboard, I was sold!<br />
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Now it seems to me, it is becoming a pattern to have August as the month for <a href="http://myshoesmyjourney.blogspot.my/2016/08/few-and-very-far-part.html" target="_blank">IT upgrades</a>!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-68206141454549953312017-04-08T16:28:00.001+08:002017-04-08T16:28:54.586+08:00Adiwiraku... that's Bahasa Malaysia for "My Superhero". I'm not talking about the Marvel's superheroes. But about a local film:<br />
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There are a lot of reviews written about this film which I refused to read. I didn't want to have any biases when I watch the film. Alas, I only managed to watch it after about a month of it released, regretfully not in the cinema.<br />
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This is the kind of film that should be produced more by our local entertainment industry. While the film lack big name & famous actors/actresses, the contents and cinematography made up for those. The very least, it has inspired me to know and perhaps some day visit this place called Pinang Tunggal.<br />
<br />If you love this film, you should watch "Denias Senandung di atas Awan".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-86294580487096744572017-01-27T22:29:00.001+08:002017-04-08T16:30:03.142+08:00CobwebThat is what seems to be gathering not only in this blog but also probably my head. Not that there are nothing interesting to write about, just that I can't seem to find interesting words to put them into perspective.<br />
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Perhaps I've been "staying put" longer than what I should have. Hence the cobweb. Sheryl Crow's "A Change Would Do You Good" is beginning to play in my head these days. Last year I've changed my main mode of transport - now I mostly ride motorbike. It made the commute to work to become a journey to enjoy. Now, a year later, I'm itching again for some changes. </div>
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While I'm working on changes, I have to remind myself that God has a way of giving what you need when you need it. Not what you want when you want it. What you want may not be the best for you. </div>
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In the mean time, the Chinese Lunar Calender is changing to a new year. So to my Chinese Reader: Happy New Year!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-63763437928177736862016-09-12T11:15:00.000+08:002016-09-12T11:16:16.636+08:00Loss vs LostWhen a company make a loss, it meant that the company is not making money. Mistakes that lead to the loss should be identified and learned from.<br />
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When a company lost money, it meant the money is unaccounted for. In other words, some one stole/swindled money from the company. Thieves should be caught and put into jails.<br />
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So which was it? Did a company make a loss, or did a company lost money, or was it both?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-23058249592998782142016-09-03T23:33:00.000+08:002016-09-03T23:37:06.225+08:00PEKAK... that's a Malay word for deaf. It is also the title of a Malaysian that had won some international <a href="http://www.nst.com.my/news/2016/09/169877/pekak-wins-two-main-awards-russian-film-festival" target="_blank">awa<span id="goog_2110249223"></span><span id="goog_2110249224"></span>rd</a> recently.<br />
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Looking at the poster, it easy to over simplify that the film is yet another love story. But it's not really a love story. At least not the typical Malaysian love stories that are full of unattainable fantacies. I can't seem to recall any where in the film where the two main characters (in the above poster) confest their love to each other. Don't expect of those corny I-love-you-you-love-me kind of dialogues and love scenes in this film.<br />
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This is a 'heavy' film. It deals with 'heavy' and serious subjects. But at the same time the film sucessfully blends in elements of comedy, suspence, thriller into one seamless flow. <br />
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"PEKAK" is the kind of films that the Malaysian film industry should produce more. Unfortunately, looking at the turn up at the cinema hall, I doubt the film would hit any box office.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-62750190174405766412016-09-02T16:00:00.000+08:002016-09-02T16:24:40.341+08:00Hang Tuah and Hang JebatLast year I wrote about Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat.<br />
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The root of the conflicts was an unjust ruler. Hang Tuah, putting loyalty at the highest priority, did not go against his boss. Hang Jebat on the other hand saw justice is more important than anything else. What about the rest of the "Lima Bersaudara" (Brotherhood of Five?). I wonder what Hang Kasturi, Hang Lekir and Hang Lekiu had in their mind? Did they take sides? Did they take any actions?<br />
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If "Hang Tuah Lima Besaudara" is merely a myth, then the person who invented the myth is a visionary. Two opposing side fought, while the majority (isn't three 'Hang's is more than two?) was silent and perhaps torn apart.<br />
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This situation still rings true in many modern day conflicts!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-63994321657371551842016-08-30T00:00:00.000+08:002016-08-30T00:00:11.266+08:00Few and Very Far A PartThose words aptly describe the updates to this blog. <div>
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It has been more than a year since my last update. And last year, there were only two entries. I'll try to do better this year. </div>
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Initially I bought it so that I could plug my thumb drive to my andriod tablet. Then rumaging through my old stuff, I found an old keyboard for mom's now-faulty android tablet. out of curiousity I plugged it in...<br />
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Hopefully,with this nifty little thing, there will be more frequent update in this blog!</div>
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For Malaysians out there, happy Hari Merdeka ke-59!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-5269771925622872682015-08-23T20:59:00.003+08:002015-08-23T20:59:58.638+08:00Hang Tuah and history.A few weeks ago some local professors claimed to have proved Hang Tuah is a historical figure, not a myth. If he existed, we could deduce that Hang Jebat also existed.<br />
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Hang Jebat often potrayed as traitor. It is just human nature to fight unjust ruler. Just because we are loyal to the ruler, like Hang Tuah, are we willing to kill our justice-seeking brother? Should we remain loyal to an unjust ruler?<br />
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They said history will repeat itself. I wonder who are the modern Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-74002155521872093292015-04-19T15:42:00.004+08:002015-04-19T15:42:48.995+08:00Wha' chadoin'?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I much rather hear birds chirping during my morning walks than the sound of engines from vehicles zooming by.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-9574449624665227832014-09-02T20:29:00.000+08:002014-09-02T20:29:00.060+08:00Following the crowd and taking a breakThe train doors opened, spewing throngs of commuters onto the railway station's platform. Everyone rushed to one direction - the stairs heading out of the station. I, too, followed the mob of rushing crowd.<br />
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Yes! It has been three months since I started following the crowd again: rejoining the world of salaried workers - taking a break from my carefree Bohemian lifestyle.<br />
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I wonder. Is this a break from my Bohemian lifestyle? Or was my Bohemian lifestyle is a break from reality of life?<br />
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Hopefully, in this new job - where everyone in the office (except the manager) packs and leaves at 5.15pm - I won't relapse into being a workaholic again. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-61700383858380542082014-02-09T08:27:00.000+08:002014-02-09T08:27:18.631+08:00Black Beauty - visual inspection More than 6 months and about 200km later, it was time for visual inspection of Black Beauty.<br />
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There are scratches: <br />
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Chipped paint coat:<br />
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Hand grip are still good!
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All the joints on the frame are still intact.
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Other than that, Black Beauty still rides as good as new. Looking forward to more adventure with Black Beauty!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-49963928330245466782014-01-31T19:02:00.000+08:002014-01-31T22:53:00.624+08:0030-minutes-mealI had wanted a freshly cooked hot meal for lunch. I was pressed for time. I had to settle with a meal from a nearby fast food chain restaurant. It tasted horrible! I could barely stomached the burger and the chips. Since the food were bought from a chain restaurant, there were probably nothing wrong with the food. It was probably my body rejecting unhealthy fast food.
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Reeling from that experience, I thought hard and came up with an experiment: cook a 30-minutes-meal during lunch hour break.
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My magic kitchen-in-a-box (a.k.a mini mobile kitchen):
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The box is actually:
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Something is cooking:
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My 30-minutes-meal cooked using 30ml of spirit in that small groove stove:
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Macaroni with egg, mushroom & carrot soup/broth followed by egg-less steamed chocolate cake, then wash down with a cup of hot 3-in-1 nescafe.
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The experiment was a success!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-71925846536393129802014-01-04T17:52:00.000+08:002014-01-04T23:21:55.042+08:00Last and first micro adventure for the year - Part 2We bid adieu after breakfast. I waved my companions goodbye from the hotel entrance. I rolled Black Beauty out. None of hotel staff mad any fuss about me rolling Black Beauty out of the lobby. Then I unfolded Black Beauty and made my way. <br />
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First stop was the clock tower of Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad. Previous evening I cycled along the road behind the building to avoid the polices and the city hall personnels. That day I took the opportunity to cycle in front of that famous KL landmark.<br />
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It was close to 11 am. The sun was beginning to sear. I took refuge from if by cycling in the shadows of the building. I thought I was the only one that took refuge from the hot sun. Among the shadows, I found others.<br />
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The shadows brought me to the National Textile Museum.<br />
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Thankfully the security guard let me parked Black Beauty at the entrance next to his table. There was no where else to put the bicycle. On top of that, I forgot to bring my keys, thus, even if I wanted to, I could not chain lock the bicycle. <br />
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There were only four exhibition halls, two on the ground floor and another two on the first floor. The first hall have diorama of the textile making process such as batik printing and cloth weaving. The second and the third hall have the usual and the not so usual types of textiles. The last hall exhibits various acessories such as earings, neclaces and what nots. Though small and limited, the museum have a decent display of various types of textiles. They have the clothes worn by the indegenious people of Malaysia as well as the usual "kain sarong batik". <br />
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It didn't take me long to complete the tour of the museum. I was glad to find Black Beauty still where I had left it. I continued pedalling. at 11.30am I reached the old Kuala Lumpur railway station.<br />
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The station's lobby was fairly deserted. I practically pushed my complete bicycle up to the first plaftorm. I looked around for the lift. I asked a shop keeper from a window at the platform. She pointed me to one direction. Sure enough, there it was. I folded Black Beauty in front of the lift. By 11.45am, I was at the platform, waiting for my train.<br />
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The train came around 12pm. I had no problem pushing Black Beauty into the coach. I took a spot that has the wheelchair sticker on the wall. I decided to sit on Balck Beauty's rear rack. That saved me from having to make sure Black Beauty didn't fall on its side.<br />
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An hour and 15 minutes later, I reached Seremban Railway station. It was time for lunch. I scouted around for an eating place. I didn't feel like eating any fast food. Finally I settled for a restaurant that has been in Seremban for as long as I could remember - Restoran Negeri.<br />
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I ordered 'murtabak ayam' and my favourite isotonic drink - 100plus. The chef took about 30 minutes to prepare my order, but the wait was worth it. The 'murtabak' was as tasty as it was eons ago. There were enough chicken strips, egg, onions and spices in the 'murtabak'. It was not too spicy nor salty. Everything was perfectly balanced. <br />
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I took my own sweet time to enjoy every bite. My tranquility and serenity was interrupted by two older men when they took the empty seats at my table. I made haste and left for work. With that my first micro-adventure of the year came to an end.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756579.post-70791628397752603022014-01-01T17:30:00.000+08:002014-01-02T00:05:45.989+08:00Last and first micro-adventure for the year - Part 1<br />
How could it be last but at the same time first micro adventure for the year? Well, it began on new year eve and ended on 1st January 2014.<br />
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I was suppose to finish work at 5pm, but I got off early and went cycling. By 5pm, Black Beauty was already packed and safely tucked in the bus' luggage compartment. None of the bus company's staff made any fuss about my 'luggage'. Nor
did I have to pay any extra charges. Thank you Suasana Edaran!<br />
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The bus departed at 5.20pm. An hour later, I was unfolding Black Beauty at the sidewalk of the Klang River bridge. To the uninitiated, the murky water flowing next to Central Market is not a monsoon drain, IT IS A RIVER. <br />
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Except for two or three persons who gave me thumbs up, passers-by pretty much ignored me while I prepared Black Beauty for my ride.<br />
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Even with the roads closure, it took me less than 10 minutes to get to the Dataran Merdeka, the hot spot for the new year celebration. There were a lot of police presence as well as city hall personnel. They were bracing for the planned demonstration by whom I regard as party poopers.<br />
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I continued on to Quality Hotel City Centre at Jalan Raja Laut to meet the rest of my companions for the new year eve. The hotel staff just looked and smiled on as I folded and packed Black Beauty before brought it in. No one was bothered by it. My companions on the other hand were surprised as well as amazed that I brought along Black Beauty and cycled to meet them.<br />
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After dinner and relatively quiet new year celebration (compared to the concert and chaos at Dataran Merdeka), we retired to bed. Everyone had a long day. On top of that we all had an early start the following day.<br />
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(to be continued... ) Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0