Road Trip To Polumpung, Melangkap – Kota Belud

The best trip is always the unplanned trip, at least for me. Oh by the way, Happy New Year 2019!

My friend, Ahoon and I had some small talks via WhatsApp few days before the end of 2018. She was on vacay to Kuching.  Ahoon came back from Kuching on January 1st 2019 and texted about going somewhere. I suggested for a camping night out and both agreed. I then booked a spot for camping at Polumpung, Melangkap – Kota Belud.

Then came the day of 2nd January 2019. Ahoon and I departed for our first COURT in 2019. (COURT – Camping~Outing~Road Trip). That was pretty much how the unplanned trip taken its place. You won’t be reading a complicated how-to-plan-your-road-trip-to-Polumpung in this post, what we did for the trip was impromptu and follow-your-heart kind of gateway. Have a good reading 🙂

2nd January 2019
We started the drive at around 10.15am in the morning. A one (+-) hour drive, we reached Kota Belud Town at 11.00am-11.15am. We took few hours for lunch, chit chatting and bought few stuff to bring to the campsite of Polumpung. Just for the record; we bought Maggie cups, canned food, biscuits, buns and bottled water. We wouldn’t want to buy those if only we had known it earlier that the campsite do provide a cafe 🙂

From the small town of Kota Belud, we drove for another 35-40mins (29km) to Polumpung, Kampung Melangkap Baru. I used Waze for the earlier part but followed the roadsigns most of the time. I am pretty sure that you won’t get lost to the village/campsite.

The village has quite a few campsite operators. You can see it along the village road when you are already in the village. We made our way to Polumpung Campsite. According to some infos, it was the first campsite opened for public.

I had a chat with one of the campsite owners, the campsite was originally a place full of trees. Polumpung means small island. The earthquake at the foothill of Mount Kinabalu followed with the big flood in 2015 had changed the landscape of the place. No more trees, no more two rivers and the small island. It has changed to a flat land full of sand and only one river left. According to the Uncle I talked to, it was a blessing in disguise, the place now offers a breathtaking view for outdoor enthusiasts. And, I agree with him! I love the place so much that it gives me my inner peace that I needed the most. Away from the city, and with the DIGI connection that is not available for internet; this is the place where I should be.

I love the big signage showing “I LOVE Polumpung” at the entrance of the campsite. It makes thing easier for a driver to find a place. We drove in from the entrance and went to the registration counter to confirm the booking under my name. All was good. We had our camp tent, a canopy, sleeping bags and a mattress; the mattress is the thin one just to keep the body at its best comfort. I would want to have the smiley with two tears at the side emoticon to compliment the mattress part. LoL!

After paying all fees, we went straight to the campsite. Had our tent ready and putting all our stuff in the tent. We didn’t want to waste so much time. We went to the cold Melangkap River close to our tent. It was raining but I didn’t care much of catching a flu and fever. I was shivering but I carried on sitting in the river and let those unnecessary feelings on my mind be flown away following the river. I just love the moment. Really, I do. Thank you Polumpung!

I spent the night with the not so stargazing moment. My blurry eyesight wasn’t helping. I ended up with writing/setting up my Bullet Journal. I also read the writing about “My Helplessness” by Mahatma Gandhi from his book. And, oh yeah…nothing beat the hot black Kopi O with some crackers, I just LOVE it!

You can choose how you want your night out at Polumpung to be.
If you opt for barbecue, you may have your chicken wings marinated overnight before. If you opt for an easy night, just bring your canned food and Maggie cups. We bought rice from the cafe at the campsite. So, if you don’t want anything to dirty your hands – just get yourself to the cafe and take away food from there. The earlier the better, the cafe is close at 7pm.

All those basic needs for toilet, bathroom, chairs, table, BBQ pit, canopy, tent, portable gas, pillow, sleeping bag, mattress etc is provided at the campsite. You can next time bring just your good-self, things are easy and will make your life and mind easier at Polumpung.

3rd January 2019
We woke up with our tent facing to the majestic view of Mount Kinabalu. Breathtaking as it is! Pro tip: Don’t put your tent where there are tents in front of your tent. This was the only thing that spoiled the moment I must say.

I had to fix it. I got up from the tent and went straight to the river for a better view. I took my time to meditate as well on the big rock in the river. After a moment of peace, I decided to take the last swim before we drove back home.

Polumpung Campsite is pretty much a place where I wouldn’t want to mess my mind with all other stuff. I wanted a quite place and moment of heart-to-heart conversation with a good friend. The camp out at Polumpung suits to my whole ride journey for my inner peace this year. And, what I think about Polumpung is the moment of peace it offers. I can just be happy not thinking for anything else. Polumpung helps to rejuvenate the goodness, kindness, and happiness in me. Thank you Polumpung!/END


When Things Happen For A Reason

Things happen unexpectedly most of the time.

I came back from a mobile Blood Donation campaign last Friday straight to my office; it was hot during the mobile and it was cold in my office building. I left my blazer in my car earlier before departing for Kepayan where we had the mobile; and I couldn’t stand the cold like always; and I planned to go to the car and get my blazer to save me from the cold.

The plan didn’t happen. When I was heading to the car park, I saw a mother and her newborn baby; no other family was with her. What made me to stop by and ask her if everything is alright, it was when I saw her baby was put on a table wrapped with a pink baby towel while the mother was standing beside it and adjusting her shirt. I was worried and asked if there’s any problem.

The mother looked at me and said,”I was stopping by to breastfeed my baby.”

Upon looking at the mother and her eyes, the eyes were half closed..and I knew that she couldn’t really see properly. She was telling me she wanted to pay for hospital bill and I showed her the, I didn’t actually show her but I told only the direction because my mind was being selfish and only thought to get my blazer. I knew I had to get the mother, that’s maybe my nature to offer my help.

I turned my way back from going to the car park and straight to the Revenue Unit. I saw her and attended to her needs.

I talked to her nicely and had the privilege to hold her newborn baby. The baby boy is 3 days old. I had to ask questions because I was concerned.

She is a 32 years old lady, her parents died, she stayed with an uncle but no longer has the privilege to stay in the house because she decided to look for her only brother. The brother doesn’t wants to know anything about the only sister he has, so she starts living her own life.

It is her first time pregnancy, and first time having a child on her own. When I said no other family was with her during the labour, that meant she was on her own. Where’s the husband then? I choose not to answer this.

It was on Friday when I encountered this incident, and because I had other commitment on the same day, I had to cut short the plan to help her and her baby. I drove her back to her place after my working hour at 5pm, I recorded her number on my phone and I promised to call her the next days. Today is Sunday.

Things happen for a reason, people might just need our help at that moment of time. If I don’t be aware of my surroundings and close my eyes not wanting to know about others, the mother and her baby will be left with no one to help them out.

What happened that day was extraordinary. It reminded me of the cause with Aunty Lahai Paren when I had my first solo journey to Miri, Sarawak last June. I never wanted to be a special chosen person to help others. But those moments came to me where I couldn’t really resist myself to offer what I can do to help.

Most of the times I share those moments on my other social media site. I neglected this page I own for so long. I feel the urge to write what happened on Friday on this blog. I feel better now.

To date, writing is really the best therapy. I feel better now. Yes, that’s the second repeat. I feel better now!/END

Learning : a way of self-improvement

IMG_9062I’m continuously looking for ways to self improve.
I always want to do things that I thought I’ll be good at.
And, I know if I want to be good at things I must learn.

Once you stop learning, you start dying – Albert Einstein

I wouldn’t want to take Einstein’s advice for granted.
I want to write a book, that’s my mission and I must master the art of it.
A lot to be done but being persistent shall get me there, one day.

Now, let me share you one thing I’ve learned. It’s about writing a Haiku. I learned about Haiku few days ago through some of the blogs I followed. And, I googled “How To Write Haiku”. No shame, it’s a learning process. I know I won’t get anything if I don’t learn. Google have been my favourite tool to look for  -How To- stuffs.

So normally, Haiku is a way of expression about nature, moment of beauty or poignant experience. (Source: Wikihow)

The Haiku I wrote is about passion to write.
Here it is.

Writing does not stop
Ideas never cease to flow
And so does passion

In order to be good in writing, I knew I needed to get this Haiku checked. So, I texted my blogger friend, Angelina Albinus. Angel is not only good in writing, she is also a talented makeup artist, and she is also a teacher. And, she is definitely on my #pesonabutiza list as well. (I’ll write more about this soon)

Angel was the first one to see the Haiku, and to check for grammar error. I would say she is my peer editor besides Mr. Ramesh (Oh, I certainly have so much to write about this man, later).

What did I learn from Angel and writing this Haiku?

  • The verb ‘writing’ is Gerund. Gerund is verbs (verb+ing) that are used as nouns. Gerund is always singular. We say “writing is fun”, never “writing are fun”.
  • Why did this gerund come into our discussion? I wrote “Writing don’t get old”, Angel corrected it as “Writing doesn’t get old”.
  • So, did you get my mistake? I’ve got it.

Thank you Angel, you’ve been helping me a lot.
And there’s one thing Angel told me after the short discussion.
She told me this, “It’s good that you still love to write. To be honest Kenny, I’m inspired from your writings now. Keep on inspiring Ken.”

Look, who inspire who now? I would say, we inspire each other.
I hope you would find your own journey of learning as a way of self-improvement.
Let me give you cheers for that.
Cheers to your journey!


fullsizeoutput_43777 days passed without an update.
I had conversations during those days.
Different kind of conversations.

An angry conversation.
It was overwhelmed by the desire to fix but ended up with war of words. It was the kind of talk no one would ever put their interest into it. And me, I preferred silence than a hoo-ha when that conversation happened. I did get the picture for getting into the sullen muteness but I just had to until I was ready to confront. The outcome didn’t really matter when I had the chance to say my piece of mind. After all, what more important is to find the calmness within myself.

A candid conversation.
I met this person only once in my lifetime, it was more than five years ago. I found courage to ask because my instinct said, this person can be trusted and willing to listen. It was not a face to face conversation, I texted. And, I felt so much relieved. I didn’t expect to be understood when I had the chance to let things out. We shared quite the same personal matter, how can I not be feeling grateful to it? I felt even much better when I’ve got this reply, “Feel free to talk, at least I know I still have friends that still care and say Hello to me.” I couldn’t be thankful enough for the tête-à-tête knowing that I am not alone anymore. Thank you babe, you know who you are.

A oneway conversation.
This was a conversation with myself. There was a lot of “What if”, “I wish”, “I want”, “Why” during this self-talk. The talk was occupied with thoughts, hopes and dismay. It was all running through my mind. Mixed feelings were everywhere and at the peak point of the conversation where I couldn’t handle the hot and cold of it, I decided to just stop. It was tiring but worth the time for a self-reflection. And, if I like it or not, this is the kind of conversation that will occurs over and over again.

And now, I’m hoping for a promising conversation.
One that that will keep me in a buoyant state of mind all the time.
One that will stay as my favourite conversation.

What’s your favourite conversation?


365 Days

fullsizeoutput_4375I created a new category for my postings – it’s called 365 Days.

I dedicate this category for my daily postings about the day I’ve gone through on that particular day, my feelings (angry, happy, satisfaction; everything about feelings maybe), food I eat, my OOTD, meetings or activities, it will be most probably about the DAY in general.

Though it is called 365 Days, but I don’t expect myself to post everyday for the category. I am telling myself that it is not an obligation to blog about the DAY for every single day. It will look like writing a diary and pouring things out.

So, let me start with the first post for my 365 Days here.

Today, November 6th 2017.
A normal, it’s a productive one I must say.

I’ve met the office strategic partner to discuss about the upcoming activity.
I’ve texted my favourite cousin to ask about the 2018 Pro Planner and it has been shipped out today. I am quite excited for the planner!
I’ve cleared out all the official letters on my table at the office! Yay!

I’m on my 2nd day for the 30 Days Yoga With Adrienne, I’ve found her on Youtube. It was pretty intense, but I had so much fun with the stretching games on my body. It released the stress out of me. Yoga? I’ve stopped for quite a long time ago, but I forced myself to come back.

That’s pretty much about the day, I’ve made it counted.
365 days, make the days count 🙂

One After Another

The title says it all.

And, it could be a bad luck or a good fortune. It is how you look at it and what you are going to do about it. You’d failed the exam before, you were so disappointed and you didn’t carry on. Another problem took place, you ran away and hide. To you, it’s a bad luck after another.

Your friends; they were so lucky. Nope, They were not. They’d failed the same exam sheets. But, they repeated and passed the paper. They burn the midnight oil. That’s what they did. They didn’t run and hide. Instead they took every chance to make things better. Not only for themselves, but people around them.

Don’t say “It’s my bad luck. One after another. Never ending problems.” Be optimistic. It is your future.

Same thing goes to myself. I am not going to tell that this is my 3rd 4th blog, I don’t even remember which is which. But yes, it’s one after another. No, it’s not a bad thing.

Telling myself this – Try to be good and maximise your talent.

Go-saeng Ggeut-eh naki eun-da

The Korean proverbs means at the end of hardship comes happiness.

Before The Chariot Comes

IMG_4266I came to a point where I began to think seriously about documenting (read: blogging) about my personal recollections; things that happened in my life, my job, things that I love to do and why did I stop doing this and that, my personal encounter with people and strangers, maybe those human interest stuff, and many more.

Many more is too general, and I will be caught up in my own writer’s block / blogger’s block. I hope I won’t. I’m not a writer nor an active blogger but I know I have some interests on writing and blogging. And, I want to develop my passion on it #areyouwithme

I’ve been in the condition of being unable to think of what to blog last time. It is so hard to get the first word. I have a lot of ideas, but they will end up somewhere, and remain invisible.

I want my experiences, my stories to be known, if not by all but at least to people who will be reading them in this blog. They could be my friends, my families, my children, my enemies, the strangers. And, I have decided that I should put them all in this personal recollections of mine.

You only learn to be a better writer by actually writing – Doris Lessing

If I waited for perfection, I would never write – Margaret Atwood

I hope to spark some inspirations for the readers from my writings.
That’s the least that I can do before my chariot comes.

Little thing could be something big, I’m holding on to this.