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 I am a singaporean but living in Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia).
""travel_bugged@yahoo.com""
Type of writing:
1) technical writing
2) Research proposal writing
3) report writing
Amazing, isn't it? No other writing experience except in engineering.
Diploma in Electronic Engineering
Bachelor of Engineering (ESE department)
Masters of Science (EE department)
--> All academic qualifications not applicable here.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- Got a cheque $50 prize for an article published on the local newspaper as a kid (12 yrs old). :)
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MY NEWS:
Looking for a freelance writing to support traveling habits.. travel_bugged@yahoo.com..
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Selangor (KL)
State/Country: Malaysia
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
The local “Discovery Channel”
As part of the morning rush routine, the software engineers would scrabble for the only two available internet-connected PC. I suppose to check their email and surfing for their daily internet essence within twenty minutes. KS smiled when he thought of “chopping” the PC early this morning. Afterall, the last few days of unsuccessful “chopping” made him rather agitated. Finally, peace prevails.
KS looks around, nothing is amiss, but something is not right. Max, the other internet PC user and the printer is just next to him. Yet, he smelled something fishy and troubling. Staring hard at Max he ponders if that horrid smell is coming …. where he thinks it is?
A sour, rotting and highly permeating odor was diffusing from Max? Did he shower this morning? After involving in some unmentionable nocturnal activities last night? Was the smell from his shoes? …. K.S. decided to turn the air-conditioning fan to high.
“Oh my god! Oh my god….!”, shouts were heard from hysteria Lasi. Although she is a Muslim, religiously corrected should had been “Oh my Allah! Oh my Allah!…” The whole office now stinks of a dead corpse.
Sandy looks up with one raised eyebrow, “Do you have a feeling we are working for Discovery Channel or National Geographic instead?” Today, a new discovery of a 12-inch rat – DEAD and in the process of being maggot infested, was found in the air-conditioning unit. Last week, we just had a visitor frog in the office. Linda had to maneuver it’s exit gracefully using a broom. A few weeks ago, Sam saw a King Cobra slithering across the monsoon drain just a few meters away from the main entrance. What new discovery awaits us tomorrow? Stay tuned.
Our company is supposed to be the pioneering advanced technology firm in this country. But look, we are in the jungles of UPM.
Its old name is Universiti Pertanian Malaysia also UPM, translated as University of Agriculture Malaysia. UPM started way back in 1931 with the setting up of the School of Agriculture at Serdang agriculture complex. It became the College of Agriculture Malaya, and began offering Diploma of Agriculture in 1947. The university took a decision for the better by changing its name to Universiti Putra Malaysia, in honor of Malaysia’s first Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra, in 1997. This was done to reflect the academic activities of the expanding university.
Despite of its up-to-date faculties of Computer Science and Information Technology, Biotechnology, Engineering, Modern Language and Communications, the remnants of its past glory is still visible through out the entire campus. Fruit trees are seen everywhere, a mango tree right outside the window, rows of durian trees at the entrance. Rambutan trees laden with heavy fruits dangling above the “alfresco” café serving various delicacies such as nasi padang, mee goreng, nasi ayam, teh mamak (also known as teh tarik), ABC (air batu campor – ice kachang), Leng Chee Kang, everything Malaysian without the café au lait, expresso, spaghetti
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THE PATH LESS TAKEN….. The Sacred Gosaikund Lakes
Huge ice bergs appear from nowhere formed by thick layers of vapor condensation. It is to be any ordinary day for anyone else, but me. It was my first ever overseas trip by flight and the farthest I have been anywhere faraway from KL was the usual balik kampong and my ex-company sponsored Bangkok trip! A new friend from Singapore, les gents qui voyagent beaucoup, kept bugging me till I finally gave in.
I thought air pollution was horrid in KL. However, KL was nothing compared to taking the non air-conditioned bus with cold air and dust blowing into your hair an
The Maoist situation was not visible in the city of Kathmandu, at least from the foreigners view point. Although you will see men in military greens with rifles and M16s, that was just about it. But, wait till you hit the roads. It was like a war curfew at the checkpoint, every passenger has to get down the bus to undergo a body search and bag check. As foreigners, we were spared the hassle.
The air was hard to breathe, my heart is throbbing rather hard, the only difference was the altitude which is now at 4300m. Something was stuck in my chest, choking and making me ill. The garlic soup came and I was advised to take some. It is suppose to help reduce chances of altitude sickness. Unfortunately, the smell of it triggered the last straw, I yell out “Where can I vomit!!” The young Sherpa lady pointed outside the tea-house. I ran out and puked all over the edge of the wooden platform. The only thing I remember was the howling wind knocking the tin roofs shack of a tea-house threatening to tear it apart. I woke up with a fever at 38.4 degrees Celcius and asked if I was going to die in this cold and horrid place? Two panadols and half a snack-bar later, I fell asleep.
“Can I teach you how to cook Maggie noodles?” The ones that the teahouse made were rather different from Malaysia. The locals had the stirred the eggs into the soup and mess up the noodle. The result was a bowl of yellow looking, sticky gruel with the heavy “egg smell”. I missed my home-cooked style with the egg intact and the identifiable noodles. It was then I decided to impart our gourmet skills to the natives. “Ooo… u cook the egg first? Now put in the noodles? …no ? don’t break the noodle?” J.B. was rather surprise at the new methodology of cooking noodles, it seems that no one had ever tried cooking noodles this way. Yah, this is what you call technology transfer.
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