Like floodgates into my Soul, you fall from the sky, oh aqua of the Gods...

Guess what I found out about?
Real eye opener.
I wonder how much money did we spent this time...


Nipah virus

Emergence Pteropus vampyrus (Malayan flying fox), one of the natural reservoirs of Nipah virusNipah virus was identified in 1999 when it caused an outbreak of neurological and respiratory disease on pig farms in peninsular Malaysia, resulting in 105 human deaths and the culling of one million pigs.[7] In Singapore, 11 cases including one death occurred in abattoir workers exposed to pigs imported from the affected Malaysian farms. The Nipah virus has been classified by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention as a Category C agent (http://www.bt.cdc.gov/agent/agentlist-category.asp).
The outbreak was originally mistaken for Japanese encephalitis (JE), however, physicians in the area noted that persons who had been vaccinated against JE were not protected, and the number of cases among adults was unusual [15] Despite the fact that these observations were recorded in the first month of the outbreak, the Ministry of Health failed to react accordingly and instead launched a nationwide campaign to educate people on the dangers of JE and its vector, Culex mosquitoes.
Symptoms of infection from the Malaysian outbreak were primarily encephalitic in humans and respiratory in pigs. Later outbreaks have caused respiratory illness in humans, increasing the likelihood of human-to-human transmission and indicating the existence of more dangerous strains of the virus.
Based on seroprevalence data and virus isolations, the primary reservoir for Nipah virus was identified as Pteropid fruit bats including Pteropus vampyrus (Malayan flying fox) and Pteropus hypomelanus (Island flying fox), both of which occur in Malaysia.
The transmission of Nipah virus from flying foxes to pigs is thought to be due to an increasing overlap between bat habitats and piggeries in peninsular Malaysia. At the index farm, fruit orchards were in close proximity to the piggery, allowing the spillage of urine, faeces and partially eaten fruit onto the pigs.[16] Retrospective studies demonstrate that viral spillover into pigs may have been occurring in Malaysia since 1996 without detection.[7] During 1998, viral spread was aided by the transfer of infected pigs to other farms where new outbreaks occurred.



Go figure...


'Make not morons of people, for they are the power that gives strength to the nation.' - SA

It drizzles like piss here!!!

Hey to all,
I know...
I haven't been blogging lately.
Take a chill pill...
More later, when I find 'real' time to actually blog eh?
Gotta find a stable job first.
Wish me luck.

Better days to all.
Hugs to all me friends.
Shrugs to all me grrrs...

It rained like bricks and bolders, As the air got more and more colder, I jumped at every thunder... Why do I even bother?

INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

Yes, yes I know. What the hell am I talking about?

My mum works in the Ministry of Women Affair, which is situated on Bukit Perdana, and I had the opportunity to go there and look-see everything that goes on behind the scene in a cabinet ministry's office. Surprisingly, for a cabinet office, there wasn't that much cabinets around.

It was a Saturday, so there wasn't anyone around, except me and me menopausal mum. I imagine they're at home, counting their money(of corruptions). So, while mum was looking the other way, I sneaked my way around the place like a ninja. Ok, that's over exaggerating. I was moving more like a panda in a china shop, with my arms and legs bound together, all the while trying to balance an egg on my head.

Security was sponge cake. No cameras, no thumb print reader, no eye scanner. Skeletons it was.

Oh, I forgot to mention. This use to be the Prime Minister's office before they moved to their current location at Putrajaya. Dtk Dr Mahatir use to walk through these halls. That close to telling him what I think about politics in Malaysia. I was just like, what is it now, 10 years late? Oh bother...

We begin from the dining room. This room is situated right at the end of the hall way. This is where Mahatir used to have luncheons, that is, when he didn't have some lunch appointment elsewhere. I could've sworn there is blood stains of the virgins that they sacrifice for lunch right at the corner of the room. Either that or it's tomato soup...

Wide windows. Just in case the boss gotta jump out in case of fire or riot. Typical...

Another shot with the aperture turn up high. Was a cloudy day. Notice floors, polished to perfection. Chairs were in that position when I got there, I swear!!! It's the weekend!!! Everyone's on their leave!!!

Hallway. This view is from the dining room door. Forgot to turn down the aperture. Makes it look like a Mexican festival ain't it? Walls are littered with people of powers from the past and present.

Eh? What do we have here? Tetamu? What does the other door say?

Just as I thought!!! I bet this is where they keep the bodies of dead politicians in cryo-stasis. This I gotta Investigate!!!

Oh, It's only a restroom. Not too fancy though. Well, this is where those political assholes sit around and talk 'shit'. Nothing to see here. It did smell like roses though. This is normal. Politicians can 'sweet' talk all they want to the people. We all know that it's all 'crap' anyways.

This room, however did give me an impact. Only a few steps from the restrooms. This is the Conference room. Leather seats, really large expensive looking but cheap oak-like table, projection screen, walls of really important people... I felt the power resonating from the very walls itself.

Notice microphone. The Thursdays karaoke night really became a hit after office hours. They must really suck cause the mikes are all bent in the hilt. Will wonders never cease?

Yes, that's me. And yes, I'm sitting at the head of power. Just wanted to experience corruption, dictatorship and political moron-ism. I felt a twitch... Then i felt hungry. Come to think about it, I should have left my initials under the table and take a picture of it. Could lie and said I did, but that's just being loserish. Besides, I haven't got any proof. But the next time an opportunity arise, mark my words people, I'll be blogging from the ISA prison instead, and loving it!!!

Oh and if I do get imprisoned for this blog post, please send me care packages of lipton tea, Oreo cookies and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Zeblug oust!

The Rain can't drain, The pain that stain, You're vain, I feign, Yes, I'm insane...

KL...
ARGH!!!!!!
Enough Said...


Guys, good news and bad news... Good news is, I know where we are!!! Bad news is, we're in KL...

ARGH!!!!

Morning in front of Air Asia's Tune Whore House
Kiss my ass Tony F**k-nandes!!!

Public Transportation... ARGH!!!!

ARgh... Why, hello there cutie! ~_~

Lepak... ARGH!!!

Well, hello there cu... SNAKES??!! ARGH!!!

Midgets!!! ARGH!!!
Look Out!!! He's got a stool!!!

Hordes of Kamakazi Motorcrackheads!!! ARGH!!!

The sky... ahhhh... Peace....

And music!! Joooyie!!!

Em...

What's this picture doing here?

Choices!!! ARGH!!!!

Teh Tarik RM0.99!!! WOOHOO!!!

Packed and ready to get back to KK!!! (1st day)

Brightness!!! ARGH!!! MY EYES!!!

Ahhh..... That's better...

The Beatles Bar??? Penny Lane???
Where the HELL am I???

ARGh... Actually, this is cool. Thumbs up!!

Goodbye KL. May you not dwell in my thoughts for too long...

.....

Hmm.... No rain huh?

Oh well....

No rain, no blog.
Amen.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.... Lalalalala!!!

I checked my dad's name on Google today and I found a site that pays homage to his lordship. After reading what she wrote, I felt differently towards my pop. Seems like he can be a great guy (sometimes)...

Sorry, it's in bahasa. (my bahasa ain't that good. took me a while to read)

Kopivosian…

Mengapa ditegur orang berlari sedang kita cuma mampu untuk merangkak.

N.3 Pitas Rindukan PAUL TOM IMBAYAN!

Selepas penamaan calon untuk PRU 12, PKR memberikan kejutan apabila bekas pemimpin PBS iaitu YB Paul Tom Imbayan telah dicalonkan untuk PKR bagi DUN N.3 Pitas dan menentang calon baru BN iaitu Bolkiah Ismail menggantikan YB Datuk Masrani Parman.

Saya masih ingat lagi semasa YB Paul Tom menjadi wakil rakyat di Pitas, ketika itu saya masih kecil.

Memori lama mengimbau kenangan, sokongan masyarakat Pitas yang tidak berbelah bagi kepada beliau. Baktinya kepada rakyat daerah ini masih lagi dapat dirasakan sehingga ke hari ini apabila melihat beberapa bantuan rumah yang diberikannya. Bantuan asas yang diberikan kepada penduduk kampung dengan memberikan bekalan air dan elektrik merupakan pembelaan kepada golongan petani dan peladang di daerah terpencil ini.

Setelah 3 penggal berlalu dibawah pemerintahan BN, kebanyakan rakyat mendapat wang saguhati RM50 ketika mengundi dan ianya cuma berhenti di situ. Apa yang saya maksudkan di sini adalah sumbangan daripada Paul Tom merupakan sesuatu yang tidak bisa dilupakan begitu sahaja kerana sumbangan tersebut dapat dirasakan oleh setiap bangsa yang menduduki daerah ini.

Sejak beberapa hari ini, saya berjumpa dengan beberapa ahli lama PBS. Sengaja bersembang-sembang sambil tumpang sekaki memakan sireh. Bila saya tanyakan pendapat beberapa senior citizen di beberapa tempat sekitar daerah ini, mereka sungguh gembira apabila mendapat tahu Paul Tom akan berdiri untuk pihak pembangkang.

Senyuman di bibir mereka ibarat satu kerinduan kepada pemimpin ini. Mereka kata, orang-orang BN banyak menolong rakan-rakan dan saudara-mara sahaja. Dulu Paul Tom tolong semua orang tidak kira dari kaum Sungai, Rungus, Tombonuo, Kimaragang, Bajau , mahupun Suluk.

Saya tidak mengatakan ini adalah petanda bahawa Paul Tom akan menang mudah di Pitas tetapi pengundilah yang bisa membuat keputusan untuk memilih siapa pemimpin yang akan menjadi Wakil Rakyat mereka.

Kalau ditanya pada saya, mungkin saya berpihak kepada PKR kerana calon ini (YB Paul Tom Imbayan) yang telah memberikan sumbangan kepada ramai rakyat di daerah ini. Dengan itu, harapan kami sangat tinggi agar Paul Tom masih mempunyai jiwa seperti dulu.

Ubah Sebelum Parah, Ubah Demi Maruah!

-Lady Mariah (Anwar Ibrahim Club, Malaysia)

I seriously didn't know there is an Anwar Ibrahim Club...
Check her blog out at ---> http://ladymariah.wordpress.com/

This was what I wrote to her in return...


Hi, I am Paul Tom Imbayan’s son and I was Google-ing my dad’s name today and I found this site. Your kind words are greatly appreciated. Yes, I do believe that PBS should return as the leading party once more and from my sources tells me that this may be possible in future. I have spoken personally to my uncle Joseph Pairin, and though he didn’t give any comments, I believe that he, too, share our sentiments. I know and understand the displeasure and animosity towards the current reigning party for I feel the same way as well. I despise the way the people of Pitas is being treated. I have heard of the many things that has happened there during my father’s absence and I have to say it is absolutely unfair. The reigning party members(which I shall not name, but you know who they are) should step down from their seats and remove themselves from politics altogether. Power do corrupts a person and I have to say that they are absolutely drunk on it.

I have to admit that, even at age 27, I have not voted for anyone, ever. This is cause I feel that I haven’t met a politician that I can put my faith in or trust on, and on the unlikely event that there is no hope whatsoever for PBS, I may not vote for any future election. This is the choice I have made and though I am not trying to tell you to follow my footsteps, I plea to you to study, research, learn, judge and most importantly, Question the agenda of the politicians before voting cause the future is yours to mold, and not to be told to you. Remember, the people has more power that all the politician combined for the government could not function without the people. You have the right to question everything and protest against the governments’ choices. One man should never have this much power over the people.

I shall hope to hear from you and everyone else who has any questions regarding my father. I hope that someday Sabah will reign supreme again under the guidance of PBS. Also, if I have offended anyone, my apologies to you. I didn’t mean to offend, just to reveal the truth.

Yours truly,

Saul Alan Imbayan.

See, I can be a nice guy too...

(in a demented kinda way >:D)

The Rain did not came, It did not fell; To the Darkness I hide, Where my frozen heart dwell...

Nope...
No rain today...

This is not one of my typical blog, that's for sure, but what the hell.
Everyone keep telling me that I can blog about anything.
Does it have to be about my life?
I mean, what the fork???
I think my personal life is pressure enough.
It's not for anyone's prying eyes.

I don't even know what I was thinking with some of my older posts.

Anyways, today, I want to pay tribute to the Rat Pack...

Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., and Frank Sinatra
You Kings of Swings, Princes of Melodies, Lords of Jazz and Razzmatazz will always be remembered as three of the greatest musicians that ever lived.
The younger generations today don't know how real music is made. It was made with Passion and Soul and Mojo. Music suppose to make you feel good, feel happy and not some mindless cunts and nobs.

Speaking about younger, mindless fucks,when the hell did this whatdafuck called Emo came about??? What the fuck is that all about anyway? What kind of movement is that?? Suppressed Neo-Fascist Party? (a totalitarian, nationalist and corporatist ideology.) Does EMO Stand for Extreme Mental Oblivion??? Well, here is a big question, you lame-EMO- asses out there. Does it make you happier looking like this?Damn it!!! The person inside me is asking me to stab this kid exactly 73 times, no more, no less.(Oh man, your mom and dad will be really proud of you now! Well, at least you own a really successful IT company and you don't need to worry about money and a home and..... What was that? You don't? Well it sucks to be you DUMBASS!!!!) It's a big FUCK NO right??? How could you call this kind of rubbish a lifestyle, you sick fucks??!!! And don't give me that "Ooh, I hate the world cause it hates me" bullshit!!! The only reason why the world hates you is cause you refuse it, reject it, paint your face to look like a fucking whore with running mascara and slash your wrist to get the attention or something you rejected!!! What?? you were raped\molested by your uncle\stranger when you were younger? SO FUCKING WHAT!!!??? Move on motherfuckers!! A lot of people is or in the process of doing just that, so what makes you Special?? Unless you have any evidence to suggest that you're not human, I'll say it now for your benefit cause someone has to do it........ YOU ARE IN FUCKING DENIAL, YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCK!!!! You fucks give up too bloody easily!!! You know what, go fucking kill yourself!! We need less of your type draining and polluting this world. Hey, the world sucks, yes it does!! But I got a life!!

You're embarrassing yourself and the people around you!!!

To be fair, there are some (read: SOME) emo's out there who looks presentable, live reasonably and have a friendly characteristic. These people have found out that they can be whatever they want to be without trying to feel sorry for themselves. They have their own skeletons hidden in closets too, but they end up being better than some fucks who never had a days worth of difficulty in their lives.(I'll save that for another time).

Note: Some people says that Emos are no different that punks and goths. Now remember this, Punks are angry people who just don't give a fuck about you and what you think(most punks that is) , shocking hair styles, some leather and chain, torn or 'slashed' jeans and tops, large boots, into vandalism's, alcohol, loud i-don't-give-a-shit music, piercings and angry sex; Goths is more like nocturnal people who may or may not be into cosplay and doesn't care what you think about them. They are in it mostly, I think, to shock the community as much as possible. Disregard what you hear about them dressing in black all the time. Goths adore colors, like white, red, purple, pink and to some extent, electric green. Black is only the basis to go with the other colors. And materials extend to PVC, leather, silk, satin, mink, anything costly. Shoes range from Italian handmade leather to PVC boots or shiny, glossy stiletto. The men dress almost metrosexually, very clean and neat and the women................... No words can be good enough to describe the mind-blowing Ooh La La's that they are. They act\live\exist like vampyr, with or without the blood, and enjoy seducing each other or everyone, into dance, trance, tribal jungle, and something that sounds like Paula Cole's Feelin' Love. Oh yeah, and sex. Lots of it. Some of them says 'no that not true', but that just means they aren't getting any..
EMOs on the other hand, they paint their face like goths, dress in black almost all the time.(jeans is in standard blue(unfaded\unsanded, with the exception of sweatpants) hoodys, sneakers, for men girl's(very tight fitting) jeans, for girls something loose or skirts. (Asian Emo girls seems to prefer skirts to jeans) Painted nails and sporting piercings all over the face. What? 4 isn't enough??And very chicken-shit to stand up for themselves. In short, Emos are a combination of all styles and genre into a fucked up packages. Slashed arms, chest, legs.... What the fuck!!! Its more like "Fuck you!! Leave me alone!!! I hate you!!! Fuck the world!!! Oh look, a sharp object. let me just cut and bleed myself in front of everyone cause I want to let the world see how I feel inside!!! HEY! Why the fuck the ambulance here for???!!! Get away from me, you fuck!!! I hate you!!!" How else would a normal human being respond to seeing someone bleeding from an open wound???

Listen People!!! If they want to be left alone, fine. Leave those idiots alone. When they pick up something like Gangrene or something more fatal. This is like those lessons where a lot of people will have to end up dead before anybody learns and do something to stop them. For now, let them kill themselves. We just have to finish off the ones who survived. This can ease the extreme population problem that we are facing. Less trash, more space.

Parents!!! If your kids shows early signs of EMO-CORE, i,e: I hate you mom!!! I hate you dad!!! Go fuck yourself!!!, Please do the right thing and drown them in a pool, river, quarry, whatever, etc... cause no self-respecting person would say I hate you in your face. Any self-loving person knows that we only curse very silently behind you...

And as I was saying, before I got interrupted, yeah, the Rat Pack... We miss you Frank 'King' Sinatra...


Oh, I forgot...
Don't Trust In Your Government!!!