Waking up to the aroma of "Waste PO Sludge"

Okay, this blog was supposed to be a parody to Lydia's blog but I feel it crumble beneath it all~!

There were so many things on my mind to blog about through the 2 weeks but all of a sudden, as I stare at this computer screen in this awfully ventilated cyber cafe, my brains malfunctioned. Further more, its wise to blog first before you check your mails... or other blogs.. or any other things.. Ideas just fade away with the presence of new thoughts~!

Well, first off, PO means Palm Oil .. we call our products CPO here (Crude Palm Oil)
Every morning the routine is such that I will have to collect a sample from the Separator (separates sludge from oil) and do a test... I've gotta bake the Sludge to remove water traces to analyze water content, it smells like rotten cookies~! (well we nicked name it "cookies" already)

Its been laid back here, but in saying so, the phrase "working like a cow/dog" still very well applies .. hehe .. you've gotta toil hard in the day, then its silence at night ... lots of time for yourself.

Ppl here are UNDERPAID~! My sis sits in an office airconditiond for 7 hrs answering phone calls and is paid RM80 a day ... my co workers here gotta work minimum 8 hours and is paid RM 18 basic... some of them work up to 16hrs a day if they are called into overtime~! which happens all the time ... and are paid only at RM3.47 per extra hour~!
well.. I'm not expecting much of a pay.. so its ok for me...


My host (my friends father) was actualy a Christian... we were talking the other night about religions .... It wasn't really much of a discussion, rather a lecture. More it a one sided view on religion.
At first I thought Mr. Michael was a free thinker. He started off with "it doesn't matter what you believe in". He talked alot about his past, he was a Methodist and his grand father was a pastor. Then he talked about his own seekings. He compared many religions and he came to the conclusion that the Quran holds the absolute truth!

This was where the talk got even more interesting. I came to find that he was a rogue Muslim. He believed in the Quran but does not associate himself with other muslims and he is dissapointed with the Muslims today.

I didnt want to say much. Nor was I given a chance to say anything. But I believe that God has opened a door for me to touch a life. It scares me at this point because I'm not even sure what to say.

O'Lord that You will be my guide and guard my heart and mind. That You would lead my lips

One thing he put as a bottomline. To deny the deity of Christ. Because it was written in the Quran. He holds on to its absolutes and is already influenced by it to think from that point.
He said God needs no intercesors.. (as Christ was to him). I've really gotta watch my talk.. perhaps I'll be able to make him think otherwise someday.


I think I'll write what I do best..

Days are early,
and so are the nights,
Waken to natures awesome beauty,
Slumber in Evening's cool delight.
Toil by dawn, surrendred by dusk,
The stench at work, a pure disgust,
Such is the life in a little town,
But with Him around, I do not frown,

Missing the days back in the city,
Where people are always busy, busy, busy.
Dare to say I miss the hustle,
Thinking much about having a waffle.
But now alas, I'm already here,
Maketh me the best of it,
Succumbed to change I was ready to bear,
Learn something new, adjust abit.

In its cloudless gleam,
The moon lit so dim,
No doubt a clear sky,
Is this how the twilights die?
Shattered within in thoughts and desires,
Drown in floods, burnt with fire,
All that's left is an owls night call,
My dear, my dear, do you miss me at all?

My brains are drained, I can write no more,
In the heat of this cybercafe, I can script no further,
Well, most of it was for my heart to pour,
My thoughts, my thoughts, come gather, come gather!


Jesus, my Savior and Lord~! A name beyond names, I will never deny~!
Dear Lord, My love for you a new~!