Of Merimbun, Human Rights & Change of Phone No…

The main 'theme' of our shot that day...

The Lake Merimbun trip between myself, Jan Shim, Gavin & Husini was an enjoyable one. That was my very first photographic session with a PRO, you know who. All three of them were Canon hard cores, unlike myself, a don’t really care what camera brand you are using, as I am only a hobbyist. I have also two smaller Canon cameras used by my lovely wife, and another Sony 9.1 mega pixels Cyber Shot camera which I always brought along my Nikon D90 and only use it whenever I feel my Nikon couldn’t perform. The fact is, I am a newbie in the photographic world and still in the learning process of getting use to my Nikon’s ‘mode’ of selections.

We reached Merimbun around 5 pm, just enough time to make us sweat looking for a subject to shoot. I tell you Husini is the most creative of us all. At one time, the way he shoot was just like a sniper aiming at Ahmadinejad.

While waiting for the sunset, I told them to take my picure/s, starting with my ‘extra’ special tool in my bag:

jeng jeng jeng....

It is not a scissor for circumsition… It was  bought solely for this purpose:

my 8121962 B' Mobile sim card...

And then…

The Best Safety lies In Fear...

Then…

When angry, count four; when very angry, swear...; When very very angry, cut your sim card...

I have a dozen of B' Mobile sim card now...

And the end results:

on your mark.... GET SET...

GOne with the wind...!!! HAHAHA...!!!

The truth is, I love that number. I bought it from it’s previous owner for $400.00. 8121962 simply means 8th. December, 1962, the day when the PRB’s Revolution broke out. Having close relation with Azahari, and at the same time having a father ‘detained’ for 14 years until his death made growing up was never easy for me. But, no matter what other people may think about the ‘1962’ tragedy, I am truly proud of what they did. They were the true warrior of  Negara Brunei Darussalam, the unsong heroes. And no detention centre will be able to change my views about it, ever…

So, I am changing my hand phone number now. To my beloved past, present and future students, please do e-mail me to get my new no. Playing a cat and mouse game, I will be changing my hp number every month now (hopefully I have extra $30.00 for that purpose every month).

The truth is, I love Brunei being an autocratic monarchy. Hell with democracy. We stay (seems to be) united in this type of government. I love my Sultan. So does everybody. AND because of that, our security departments doesn’t have to be too doubtful to the subjects thus feeling it is a must to monitor our very movements. Don’t turn Brunei into a police state and instill fear among the people. We are all behind our beloved Sultan to see Brunei progress to it’s fullest potential. We have great thinkers among us. The time has come for a change. Maybe for a start our parliament should allocate some seats for an organized opposition to make sure there is indeed a check and balance in our system, all for the the betterment of our nation.

The Pro

The Sniper

it's not The Pro; it's not The Sniper; Its The Pangsai Man...

Cashew nut tree at the Vase Cemetry island

Husini explaining how cashew nut are produced...

The 1st. time I came across a cashew nut tree with plentiful fruits on it...

BBQ, anyone?

can't join them taking these shots - tiny flying insects - (no micro lens in my bag, uwaaaa...!!!)

The Master

My SMOKING Nikon...