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Does anyone know a genuinely professional piercer in Kuching?

I went to a tattoo and piercing studio in town area (recommended by google) to have my piercing changed, but they gave me a lot of incorrect aftercare advice and recommended jewelry that’s generally not advised for healing piercings (my mistake for not researching beforehand). It ended up causing a piercing bump that’s been a pain to deal with.

I’m looking for piercer who uses implant grade titanium material, provides accurate aftercare advice, and has a good reputation. Personal experiences would be really appreciated.

If you’ve had a good experience with a piercer in Kuching, I’d love to hear where you went and how your experience was. Thanks!

hey all, just wondering what pet stores that you would recommend food a good variety of dog/cat food / toys that’s affordable in Miri?
i’ve always gone to poh kwang but the prices are getting more expensive there. any good recs from the good people of this sub? thanks in advance!
for context, i’m from brunei.

My parents are getting older and increasingly unable to cook on their own.

Me and my brother take turns to cook/buy food for them whenever they don't feel like cooking.

My brother is married so he still has his wife's cooking to fall back on.

But me being single, and generally can't cook that well (I'm just lazy), have to constantly go out and buy food for them, whether its supermarket groceries or takeaway. (We avoid Grab as its more expensive)

Just the activity of finding food for them every day is now taking off chunks of considerable time and money from me when I could be doing something else, whether it be work or leisure.

I'm seriously considering just outsourcing the food supply to professional caterers, plus they probably have less salt in their food than takeaway (or my crappy cooking).

So I'd like to ask if anyone know if there are any good food catering service in Kuching that they can recommend, and what are the prices generally (daily, monthly)?

Update: Thanks for the replies guys.

Just want to say that nothing's been decided yet, just want to know the options out there first, and more importantly, the prices. Do they offer regular subscription delivery for longer regular periods (weekly, monthly)?

Will make another follow up thread once I've formally discuss this with my family.

In the meantime, please do keep up with the various catering service names, and even FB group links in the meantime.

Where can I buy a chess clock in Kuching? I need it for chess training with my students.

Hey Everyone, it would be my first time visiting Kuching & the Sarawak side of Malaysia, what would you recommend to a first timer? And any local dishes that I must try? Lastly, is the Voco Kuching a good location to be staying in?
Thanks

Hi everyone,

I’m considering registering a sole prop. I want to open a business bank account to better manage my finance and tax.

I’m working remotely from home and my monthly income comes from overseas clients.

I’ve invested in my work setup: PC, software, peripherals, subscriptions, and I’m still below/within 24% tax bracket, so setting up a Sdn Bhd isn’t something I’d consider right now.

CMIIW, from what I’ve read:

• In Peninsular Malaysia, you can register a sole prop with SSM and use your home address.
• In Sarawak, it seems different. You need a trading license from the local council. Is it true that you must have an office address and cannot use your home address?

My situation:

• I work from home, using electricity and internet subscriptions, and I’d like to claim a portion of these plus a portion of house rent as business expenses. Please let me know if this is not right. I want to sleep well at night.
• I also travel occasionally to meet clients overseas.
• If I cannot use my home address, does that mean I can only claim capital expenses (like my PC purchase) but not operating expenses (like rent, utilities, internet) even though I have a dedicated workspace?

If home addresses are not allowed, what are the practical options? Renting a shop or office space just to meet licensing requirements feels inefficient for remote work.

I’d love to hear from others in Sarawak who are in the same shoes. How do you handle this, and how do you file your taxes properly?

Thanks in advance for any advice!

TL;DR: I want to register a sole prop in Sarawak, but I’m unsure if I can use my home address and still claim home office expenses.

ive posted this on malaysianpf but i cant use the repost button to this sr. hence the manual repost

Nothing against the store. But there are 2 worker that are very rude. 1 was when I am going to pay my item, the cashier was nice to previous guy, but when it is my turn, she said 'haiah' and threw my item very hard into the plastic bag. Might be because of different race? The 2nd situation was when i ask a female worker on an item, she did not reply and i waited for her respond for a while, when i wanted to go other area to find for that item, she rudely said 'ganma'('what ' in chinese). Ask her about the item, and she immediately say dont have. Just hope that there will be less experience like this.

The Carbonara Chicken Chop Man

​If you’ve ever hung out at SK One in Bintulu, you probably know The Garden. It’s usually a lively, brightly lit spot where people gather after work for a heavy dinner or a casual drink. But if you talk to the staff at the corner Western food stall, they’ll tell you about a shift in the air that happened back in June 2026. A shift that started with a single, repetitive order, and ended with a localized psychological nightmare that still makes my temples throb just thinking about it.

​My name is single-lettered for privacy—let’s just call me Amy. I’m 22, and I work as the cashier at the stall. I’m just your typical, normal girl trying to earn a living. Working with me is Hazwan, our 27-year-old head chef. Hazwan is a devout Muslim, a veteran in the kitchen, and a guy with a rock-solid, no-nonsense personality. Nothing shakes him. Then there's Ah Liang, 21, our dishwasher and table cleaner. Ah Liang is normally incredibly shy and timid; he keeps his head down, stammers when he speaks to customers, and avoids conflict at all costs. But Ah Liang comes from a heavy lineage of traditional Chinese mediums (tongki), a heritage he tried desperately to suppress.

​Until he walked in.

​Day 1: The Monotone Order

​It started on a Tuesday at exactly 10:00 AM, right as we opened. The food court was completely empty. I was wiping down the counter when a young man in his mid-20s walked straight up to our stall. He wore a faded, rain-drenched grey hoodie despite the blistering Bintulu heat outside.

​He didn't make eye contact. He just stared at the plastic menu on the counter, pointed a pale, slightly damp index finger at the picture, and spoke in a flat, unblinking monotone:

"Carbonara Chicken Chop. One."

​"Sure, that'll be RM18," I said, tapping the screen. He scanned our e-wallet QR code with a cracked smartphone. The transaction went through immediately under the username 'Tan_KCH_96'.

​Hazwan fried up the chicken, drenched it in our signature thick, creamy white carbonara sauce, and passed it over. The guy took the plate, sat at a corner table right beneath a flickering fluorescent light, and ate. When Ah Liang went to clear the table an hour later, he noticed the plate was scraped completely clean. Not a single drop of sauce remained. It looked like it had been washed.

​At 1:15 PM, during the peak lunch crowd, the grey hoodie guy appeared at the counter again.

"Carbonara Chicken Chop. One."

​I blinked. "Eh, back for round two ah? Same e-wallet payment?" He didn't answer. He just scanned the QR code. 'Tan_KCH_96'. He sat at the exact same table.

​By 7:30 PM, during dinner rush, he was standing at the counter for the third time.

"Carbonara Chicken Chop. One."

​By then, a dull, steady ache began to blossom right behind my eyebrows. I brushed it off as grease-fume exhaustion. Hazwan noticed it too, raising an eyebrow as he poured the heavy white sauce.

​"Hazwan, dia ni biar betul? Three times today buying the exact same thing," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the monitor.

​Hazwan didn't laugh. He just stared intensely at the man's rigid back. "Tak sedap hati aku, Amy. Posture dia pelik sangat. Look at his shoulders. Langsung tak bergerak when he breathes."

​Day 3: The Broken Utensils

​By Thursday, the frequency intensified. He was coming in every two hours. 10:00 AM, 12:00 PM, 2:00 PM, 4:00 PM, 6:00 PM, 8:00 PM. It didn't matter how busy the food court was; he would glide through the crowd like a glitching frame in a video file.

​His language began to decay. He no longer spoke clear English or Malay. He mixed deep, guttural Hokkien with a fragmented, archaic Sarawakian dialect, his voice layering into an unnatural, dual-toned pitch that made the speaker system above our stall buzz with static.

"Lai... jiak... Carbonara... satu... bo liao..."

​But his finger always pointed rigidly at the exact same image on the menu.

​He stopped using the e-wallet. He started paying in cash—specifically, old, crisp RM50 notes that felt freezing cold to the touch and smelled strongly of wet river mud and copper.

​The plates he left behind grew progressively more disturbing. At 4:00 PM, a family sitting at the adjacent table scrambled away in a sudden panic. The mother came running to our counter, pale, breathless, and trembling. "Cashier! Tolong, cik! That guy over there... dia dah gila kah apa? Go look at him, please!"

​I leaned over the counter to look. The Carbonara Chicken Chop Man was eating, but he wasn't using the knife to cut the meat. He was forcefully dragging the sharp stainless-steel fork across his own lower jaw, carving deep, rhythmic lines into his skin until thick, blackish-red blood trickled down his neck and dripped into the white cream sauce. He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. His eyes were wide, completely bloodshot, filled with deep crimson veins that stared blankly at the wall.

​When he finally left, Ah Liang walked over to clear the table. Suddenly, he let out a sharp gasp, dropping his wiping rag. The heavy metal fork had been violently bent backward into a perfect, spiral coil, and the ceramic plate was fractured into six neat, symmetrical pieces.

​"Amy..." Ah Liang whispered, his voice trembling violently as he brought the bent fork back to the sink. "Zhe li de kong qi bu dui jin... The air here is dead. Wo de er ming hen li hai... My ears are ringing so loud I can't even hear the kitchen exhaust fan."

​A sharp, blinding headache slammed into my temples at that exact moment, so intense that I had to grip the edge of the cash register to keep from collapsing. The pressure inside the stall felt heavy, greasy, and completely suffocating.

​Day 5: The Transaction History

​On Saturday night, the horror went absolute. The man arrived at 9:00 PM, right before closing time. His grey hoodie was shredded at the elbows, revealing gray, waterlogged flesh beneath. The stench of deep river decay and spoiled dairy exploded across the counter.

​He didn't speak. He just pointed. His fingernails were completely gone, leaving raw, black tissue exposed.

​"We... kami dah habis, sir," I stammered, tears of absolute psychological terror welling in my eyes. "Tak ada chicken chop already. Sold out."

​The man’s head suddenly snapped backward with a sickening, wet CRACK—a full 180-degree rotation, his upside-down face locking its lidless, bloodshot eyes directly onto mine. A horrific, high-frequency electronic screech exploded through our stall's receipt printer, registering a deafening whine that made my ears bleed.

​Hazwan instantly stepped forward, his veteran, unbreakable personality taking over. He slammed a heavy meat cleaver onto the stainless-steel prep table and roared at the top of his lungs:

"A'uzu bi-kalimatillahit-tammati min sharri ma khalaq! Kau pergi balik tempat kau, iblis!"

​The entity violently convulsed, its rigid body vibrating as if tearing through the fabric of the room.

​Suddenly, Ah Liang—the timid, stuttering dishwasher—dropped his tray of plates. The ceramic shattered across the floor. When he looked up, his posture was completely transformed. His chest was thrown out, his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, and his face was contorted into a terrifying, aggressive grin. The ancestral Chinese medium lineage had violently broken through his timid exterior.

​Ah Liang grabbed a bottle of high-proof Chinese cooking wine, bit his own palm until blood flowed, and sprayed a mouthful of the mixture straight across the counter, roaring in a booming, guttural, non-human voice that shook the floorboards:

"Ni zhe ge nian si de gui! Bold spirit of the drowned! You dare feast on the living?! Gei wo gun hui ni de ni tu li! Return to the Rajang river mud! PO!"

​Ah Liang violently slammed both bloody hands onto the counter. A physical shockwave of freezing air blasted through the Western food stall, shattering every single fluorescent light tube overhead.

​The Carbonara Chicken Chop Man let out a dual-toned, mechanical shriek that sounded like tearing metal. His body violently imploded inward, collapsing into a heavy, wet heap on the floor before dissolving instantly into a pool of stagnant, black river water and half-digested white cream.

​The Recovery

​The food court fell into a dead, suffocating silence.

​Ah Liang collapsed onto the floor, instantly reverting back to his weak, unconscious state. Hazwan was hyperventilating, his hands trembling as he held his prayer beads, his eyes bloodshot from the sheer spiritual pressure of the manifestation. I was vomiting into the sink, my skull pounding with a localized migraine so severe that I temporarily lost vision in my right eye.

​The next morning, the cyber forensics team and management checked the digital payment logs to trace who the man was.

​When they opened the e-wallet transaction ledger for 'Tan_KCH_96' from the first day, the system text displayed a chilling reality. The payment from Tuesday morning had indeed gone through—but the automated bank timestamp attached to the user account showed that the owner, a 26-year-old local guy, had been declared dead by drowning exactly four days before he ever walked into SK One.

​The system record read: Account Frozen // Subject Deceased via Flash Flood, Kapit Boundary.

The Aftermath

​We closed the Western stall permanently after that night. Management covered up the incident as a "severe electrical malfunction" to avoid scaring away the public, but the three of us could never go back.

​Ah Liang survived, but the trauma permanently altered his mind. He moved back to his family's village, completely mute, refusing to look at any metal utensils or white ceramic plates. Hazwan left the food industry entirely, returning to his hometown to teach religious studies, his hands still occasionally trembling when he recites his prayers.

​As for me, I still live in Bintulu, but I can't look at a digital transaction screen without my heart racing. Every time I hear an e-wallet notification chime or see someone in a grey hoodie standing near a food court counter, my temples begin to throb with that same blinding headache.

​The digital record of 'Tan_KCH_96' was completely wiped from the server a week later, but the memory stays. Some things don't cross over to the afterlife completely whole—sometimes, a fragment gets left behind in the grid, trapped in a loop, endlessly ordering the last meal it ever had.

How many of us are living and working in Semenanjung?

Can we maybe agree to gather our vote together if can.

Like if a Sarawak party were to contest in peninsula, maybe we can try to vote for them if we can....

Maybe register ourselves in that constitution.

This is how we take over federal!

Originally I sit beside the window, I'm an OKU and I am half blind. I needed the natural light to take care of my only remaining eye, so I needed the natural light. I always notice whenever my eyes using those artificial light, my eyes will always hurt and sometimes slowly getting blurry.

I told people before, but non of them listen or even care. They keep telling me to close blinders, and slowly hate me because of that.

Around June, this month. I was told to sit somewhere under the aircon. It is a big aircon that even cover the artificial light on top. There are ceiling lamp in front but it is far and got cover also by the beam. There are no windows anymore, so no natural light anymore.

Because of the aircon that is soo loud, like those big aircon inside the shopping mall. I forced to buy a noise canceling headphone just to survive, on taking care of my ears.

Then, I notice every time I'm there, my eyes are in pain, dry and blurry after sitting too long. I bought a table lamp from online, and still in delivery. Just to hope it can help me to take care of my eyes.

Also the whole time I'm under the aircon, before I got the noise canceling headphone. I keep taking panadol, flu medicine and cough medicine. I keep coughing and feeling dizzy. After getting the headphone, I can manage abit.

I notice sometimes I cough, I see blood in my mucus. I got scared. But, now I slowly healing already. I had to use the most traditional way that I know actually works. Every morning, I have to force myself to keep being expose under the sun. I even purposely expose my neck to the sun, and I can actually feel the warm and it slowly heals. I have 2 weeks of coughing, that didn't even heal. And only just by standing under the sun every morning, then I start healing.

I'm writing here because I needed advice on how can I even survive in this environment. Can someone please advice me.

Hi I’m a 19F/ girl Chinese from Kuching and I’m trying to make more new friends that are girls and the same age as me. Friends that would be down to hangout!!

Hello r/Sarawak!

​I've been looking closely at the Kuching property market lately and noticed a massive boom in high-rise service apartments and condos.

​Historically, I know the majority of Kuchingites heavily prefer landed houses.

But looking at the current market, we seem stuck with three main choices:

▫️ ​New Landed Projects: Often located pretty far out, meaning a heavy daily commute.

▫️ ​Service Apartments/Condos: Closer to the city center, but you sacrifice land/space.

▫️ ​Subsale Landed: Great locations, but prices can be painfully expensive or the houses need massive renovations.

​If you were looking to buy a place today (or if you've recently bought one), which path would you choose and why?

Curious to hear everyone's mindset on this!

As per title. Specifically the bus terminal near airport. From asking where to buy ticket and asking about bus schedule, two different staff talked in rude/condescending tone. What's your experience?