haih....

apa yang sia patut buat untuk prepare 1st child ni ah? buntu kepala ku... biar mentua and kakakku, mamaku yang urus? apa yang patut dibeli? bulika juga sia bangun tengah malam untuk buat susu kalo dia menangis? lama ka juga sia kena kurung dia di rumah before buli bawa dia jalan-jalan?.....ntahlah...

sepalah yang buli tulung ni? tapi pemikiran pompuan dengan lelaki berbeza kan kalo pasal ni?

please help...

Dia adalah anak sulung dari 5 orang adik beradik. Mama bapa dia sudah bercerai... She is 13 years old now. But she has a very complicated problem. She is bright and talented. she in the good class, she doing good in her exam, she also good in singing, dancing and painting...

But she got a problem from around her... she has no friends, she was isolated by others students... girls talk bad behind her, the boys keep teasing her. And all these happen because SHE WAS RAPED BY HER OWN FATHER.

Her father has been 'dragged' to court, but kes ni tia pernah lah siap, tukar lawyer lah, judge pindah la, itula, inilah... dan ini berlarutan sudah 2 tahun...

then, lst friday, dia tia tahan sudah... semua kawan dia kasi pulau dia, teda urang mo jadi kawan dia... dia pun ambil jalan drastik, dia p telan 24 biji panadol dan 1 botol ubat batuk, she tried to kill herself, suicide attemp... but, Thanks God she was saves by somebody...

God still Love Her.. that for sure. so let offer her a prayer so that she can come back strong and she can appreciates more her life...

LOVE THE SINNER, HATE THE SIN...

kotoh......

"buat apa guna nama Dusun, bikin malu dan ketinggalan zaman. Ko mo ka nama ko si Giras atau c Gobuk. bikin malu ja, nasib bapa sia bagi sia nama Parantis (Francis)"...

Hmm, dialog di atas butul-butul berlaku. dan urang ni cakap sama sia lepas sia bagitau nama anak sia nanti sia mo taruh nama Kristian dan nama Dusun Klasik. Dia berabis lagi kasi katawa sia, dia cakap sia ketinggalan zaman... bila sia cakap yang sia mo anak sia akan guna bahasa Dusun sebagai Bahasa Utama, lagi kuat dia katawa...

untuk pengetahuan, dia ni berasal dari kg yang semua Dusun, elektrik baru sampai tahun 2006, jauh di pedalaman, dan bapa mama dia cakap dusun. bini dia urang yang dakat2 bandar sudahla. dan dia ni masih kuat moginum, cuma sekarang dia tiamo makan bosou, kinoring, bambangan, tutod... alasan 'kutur bah tu'.

sia bukan mo kutuk dia, tapi sia tau ramai urang di luar sana yang macam dia. mimang Dusun tulen, tapi malu mengaku Dusun, malu cakap dan malu mo bagi tau nama sebenar dia. saya ada kawan urang Sarawak, lahir di Kuala Lumpur, membesar dan bersekolah di semenanjung, tapi bila bercakap dengan urang serumpun sama dia, dia punya Kayan, lancar macam air. dan sia ada satu urang kawan. Dusun dari Kg yang di Ulu Kiulu, yang memang membesar cakap Dusun, baru 2 tahun di semenanjung, mo cakap Dusun pun malu sudah, kita cakap Dusun dia balas pakai malayu Semenanjung...

point sia yang sebenarnya ialah, kanapa kita malu mengaku Bahasa, Bangsa kita sendiri... Tuhan tidak cipta kita lahir di dalam macam-macam bangsa supaya kita buli cakap bangsa yang itu lagi up to date dari bangsa sia, jadi sia mo tukar bangsa la. kita patut bangga dengan asal usul kita. nama untuk urang Dusun bukan Gobuk, Kara atau giras sahaja... Tandangaron, Maradan, Kolindoi... semua ni nama klasik yang sedap didengar dan dalam maknanya... Huminodun, kudingking, Rumandawi... semua ni nama Dusun...

jadi, kita pikirlah, macamna supaya bangsa dan Bahasa kita ni lebih dihormati dan disegani... rajin-rajinlah cakap Dusun dan jangan malu mengkau yang kita ni Urang Dusun...

Tomposio Boros Tokou...

my worries...

First situation.
I was sitting at Pasar Besar KK that day, waiting for my lunch to be serve (ingat sia tia pandai makan di pasar ka?), when a scene attracts my attention. There was a lady with her 3 young kids (about 5 - 10 years old), sit at 1 of the table. After making order, she starts to 'clear' her table by displacing all the stuffs like kicap, cuka, lada, tisu, and even the jug to the other table. but the problem is, the other table is belong to the other stall. the owner of the other stall came and put all the things at the original place, which the one that this lady is sitting. suddenly this lady get angry "penuh sudah ni meja, ko simpan balik di sini?". the towkey replied "ini bukan saya punya, nanti ko simpan di sini, itu towkey mara saya pula. Dia cakap saya mo curi nanti"... The replies only make the lady angrier, with a louder voice "Stupid punya towkey, ini meja sudah penuh tapi masi lagi taruh di sini, kalo tidak bengam bagus jan buat gerai sebelah menyebelah lah.. stupid! Moron!"
again the lady put all the things to the next table, and again the towkey came and put back the things to its original place... then suddenly this lady yelled " hey stupid, meja saya sudah penuh la "... then only after the yelling, the other towkey came and helped this lady to put the things to the other unocccupant table... but the lady keep mumbling and i still can hear the word stupid and moron mentioned by this lady...

second situaton.
I was walking at centre point when i stumbled with this situation... a woman in front of me was holding her daughter hand but walking fast and seems that they are in a hurry. suddenly, the daughter slipped maybe because she cannot catch up with her mom's speed. without asking or anything, the mom lifted the daugter then PEKKK!!! she slapped the innocent daughter at the chhek. the daughter started to cry when PEKK!!! another slapped came.'jangan nangis kalo ko tia mo sia buang ko pi bawah' warned the mother...the daugther hold off her tears but she still sobbing.. i just stood there.. surprised by the woman's action..

Two situations on how parents behave in front of their children that I witnessed make me worry. sooner or later I will become parent myself. i found that cursing or calling someone stupid or moron or names in front of children will affect the children. they will learn what the saw, heard, experienced... especially from their parents or someone close to them.

i'm worry about myself becoming parent, many more things that i have to learn. I try to read many books about parenting but still, I dont even know if those 'petua' can be used at the real life. me, myself raised up by my parents by the rule of ' punishment first ask later'. well, apapun, i have to be brave... experimenting a new thing is a gamble, but follow what was already there is boring... betul ka? tiataula...

my grandpa's advice...

Rules of friendship.

1.Don't cross the line of friendship, ever! Don't give in to physical attractions. It may be a point of no return.

2.If youu knows that your friend harbours feeling for you, never take advantage of it. Talk about it openly.

3.The both of you will inevitably have difference perspectives n opinions, so respect that.

4.No sleepovers. If he needs a place to crash, he should be sleeping in another room or the couch.

5.No flirting. If u laugh at his jokes, it better be funny one. and don't place your hand on his thigh.

the real mess up...

Thisis for all the singles, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who take life for granted..
>
>
> Please,read this story until the end, it is such an opener.
>
> You never Know.........!
>
> Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the
> idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and
> spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed
> away while he was still very young. Mother endured much
> hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him,
> see him through to a university degree. You could say that
> she suffered a great deal and did everything you could
> expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I
> immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which
> has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine
> and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and
> suddenly just picked me up and
> started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put
> me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is
> tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy
> the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the
> tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and
> both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me
> over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for
> mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle
> with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to
> decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would
> comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your
> money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat
> flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in
> the house, our mood will also become better." Mother
> continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this
> is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to
> it." Mother stopped saying anything. But every time
> thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask
> me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her
> head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every
> item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she
> would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched
> my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it." There
> begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare
> the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house
> cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial
> expression is always like the dark clouds before a
> thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would
> use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her
> silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the
> Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of
> dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
> additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I
> turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time
> to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon
> her help created additional work for me. For example: she
> would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so
> that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being
> filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish
> washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as
> not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
>
> One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the
> dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and
> cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a
> difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
> for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child,
> tried acting cute, but he totally
> ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I
> do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't
> you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die
> eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After
> that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not
> speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward
> feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold
> war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,
> mother took on the "all important" task of
> preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast
> table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
> breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
> failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the
> embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my
> own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed,
> hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
> because you think that mum's cooking is not clean
> that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then
> turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling
> of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
> "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"
> I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast
> table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge
> prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach
> and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I
> tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I
> threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited
> everything out... Just as I was catching my breath, I saw
> mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect,
> hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
> with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no
> words came out of it, I really did not mean it.
>
> We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a
> look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the
> house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed
> mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return
home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother
> arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her,
> what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having
> the feeling to throw up and I
> simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the
> events happening at home, I was at then low point in my
> life.
>
> Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you
> should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that
> I am pregnant.
> Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful
> morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise
> happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been
> through this before, thought of the possibility of this
> being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw
> my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he
> looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look
> at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called
> out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he
> pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted
> look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told
> myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that
> moment, I have
> such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby:
> "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him
> lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I
> wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears
> started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even
> withstand the test of one fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and
> the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner
> of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening
> woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with
> tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
> stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank
> deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he
> really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so
> clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried
> laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day,
> I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a
> good talk with hubby. I
> reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look
> and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident
> and is now in the hospital."
> I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the
> time I found hubby, mother had already passed away... Hubby
> did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at
> mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't
> control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
> Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to
> me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only
> managed to find out brief facts about the accident from
> other people. That day, after mother left the house, she
> walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to
> go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby
> ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to
> cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally
> understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown
> up
> that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart,
> I am indirectly the killer of his mother.
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried
> under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I
> wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have
> our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
> eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just
> fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a
> big and thorough scolding though none of these events
> happening had been my fault at all.
>
> Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days
> went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock
> between us continues, we were living together like strangers
> who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in
> his heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the
> glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting
> facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for
> her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that
> moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of
> my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I
> have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say
> anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up
> and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped
> her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my
> slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of
> death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any
> longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
> That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that
> as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so
> did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore
> after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can
> tell that take some of his
> stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to
> explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for
> my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again
> every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through
> the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me
> to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not..
> I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
> repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home
> and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house
> was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there
> was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
> even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone,
> I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I
> looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a
> while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in
> his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep
> repeating to myself "You cannot
> cry, you cannot cry...." my eyes hurt terribly, but I
> refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my
> coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I
> smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper
> towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed
> my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you
> pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the
> first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any
> further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but
> its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark,
> we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his
> tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far
> away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach
> them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated
> "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I
> would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his
> eyes, I will never
> forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each
> other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him,
> totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of
> reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is
> gone forever and could not repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would
> bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards
> him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't
> take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him.
> From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage
> and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will
> try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will
> walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep
> in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear
> light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his
> trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake
> illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with
> him, he
> would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last
> time I cared for him and am concerned because there was
> love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's
> groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously
> ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the
> baby, infant products, children products and books that kids
> like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room
> till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach
> out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has
> no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his
> typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now
> addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me
> anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the
> following year, one late night, I screamed because of a
> sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its
> like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for
> this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,
> stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept
> wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the
> hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
> hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his
> skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my
> lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in;
> his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my
> contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby
> looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept
> smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.. Hubby looked
> at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor.
> I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without
> opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would
> never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never
> felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
> Doctor said that by the time hubby
> discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal
> stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this
> long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had
> cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
> saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
>
> I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I
> went into his room and checked his computer, and a
> suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer was discovered
> 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
> that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote
> for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to
> be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest
> wish now..... I know that in your life, you will have many
> happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy
> now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here
> all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter
> during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems,
> you can refer to daddy's suggestion.... Son, after
> writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
> accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is
> very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is
> the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me
> most..." From play school to primary school, to
> secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with
> questions of love, everything big and small was written
> there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness,
> forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for
> not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in
> a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear,
> if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would
> smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm
> afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you
> help me to
> give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to
> give when are all written on the packaging... " Going
> back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our
> son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your
> eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the
> warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes
> and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was
> happily waving his tiny hands in the air.. I press the
> button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang
> through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A
> fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most
> in this world is gone forever...."Cruel
> misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful
> footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having
> Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her
> remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's
> secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became
> too late.".........
>
> This is a true story.
>
>
>
> LEARNING
> POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
> I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my
> eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would
> happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of
> grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would
> have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as
> patience.... This story has really touched my heart and life
> as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it
> is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from
> today, I can consciously start to live a life free of
> grudge. People please let's live a life devoid of
> grudge. Communication is the key.
>
> Take greatest care and live on.
>
the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to

new again...

New again
Brad Paisley/Sara Evans

Mother - do not cry for me
All of this is exactly how it's supposed to be
I'm right here. Can you hear my voice?
My life, my love, my Lord....my baby boy

As they nail me to this tree
Just know my Father waits for me
God how can this be your will?
To have your son and my son killed?

Whatever happens...whatever you see...
Whatever your eyes tell you has become of me
This is not...
Not the end...
I am making all things new again

I remember when you were born
In that manger where I first held
You in my arms
So many miracles and lives you've changed
And this world repays you how?
With all this pain

anyway...

Anyway
Martina McBride

You can spend your whole life buildin'
Somethin' from nothin'
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

[chorus]
God is great, but sometimes life ain't good
When I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

This worlds gone crazy and it's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
An in a moment they can choose to walk away
love 'em anyway

orus]You can pour your soul out singing a song u believe in
but tomorrow they will forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway!

Yeah I sing,
I dream,
I love anyway!

professor serba tau (pst)

sia baca Majalah Gila-Gila semalam. sia ternampak satu soalan sesi soal jawab bersama PST, dan soalannya ialah... bagaimanakah kita hendak memartabatkan Bahasa Malaysia... dan dengan sinis PST menjawab... AJAR BAHASA MALAYSIA DALAM BAHASA INGGERIS... jawapan yang lucu tapi menyindir...

sia berbual dengan guru cemerlang bahasa di sekolah sia dalam 2 minggu yang lepas... then tecakapla pasal cadangan mo kasi wajib lulus BI dalam SPM. dia cakap 'pelajar kita sudah 8 tahun kena bagi ubat sakit perut padahal pelajar kita sakit kepala... lepas 8 tahun, itu barah sudah jadi di perut, dan banyak duit hilang.. baru kana cakap mo tgk balik tu ubat butul ka tidak...

dan tadi sia ada tebaca tulisan sorg blogger bebas... dia bilang, kalo kita mo hebat dalam sesuatu bahasa, kita patut belajar terus bahasa tu.. bukannya main pinjam-pinjam subjek lain... urang jepun ramai yang tidak pandai cakap English, tapi kompeni kereta dorang juga yg paling besar di dunia... tokeh TOYOTA bukan pandai cakap english.. tapi buli juga kasi pecah monopoli kompeni GENERAL MOTORS yg 90% pekerja dia speaking berabis...

sia bukan mo bantah atau setuju, sebab sia sigu sains, and sia dibayar gaji oleh kerajaan BN. sia just mo kita pikir2 sendiri lah... kita akan ada anak dan biarlah kita yg tentukan mo kasi hilang identiti bangsa kita Kadazandusun or kasi biasa dia bahasa urang supaya dia buli survive dalam hidup dorang... jan ja macam kawan sia.. dia dusun tulen... nama dia urang putih, bila dia becakap masa kicil dia cakap dusun, lepas masuk U, dia malu mo cakap dusun... jumpa urang dusun pun hantam malayu KL... las2 ada satu kawan dia urg asli tanya... "ko cakap bangsa ko DUSUN, napa kamu urg Dusun xpernah cakap dusun sesama kamu? ko malu sama bahasa sendiri?" c kawan dengan muka merah menjawab... kami cakap dusun di rumah, kalo d luar... time mengumpat ja kami cakap dusun...

jadi pikirla sendiri kan? jan ja sampai cakap: MANE MY SLIPERS SAMPAPING?

s.o.s

2 minggu sudah sia straight 7 hari di skul. malam ni sia akan pigi camping d ODEC UMS. macam mo hujan. harap-harap tia. sejak pindah pi skul baru ni, makin banyak keja.. tau lah skul baru.. RPH pun sua sudah mo buat.. bulan ni teda gaji, matai woo.

i still remember my days at SMK Silabukan... i miss it. i managed to setle down there actually... but i have to go back kk... wel, i hope i can cope with all the pressure... byk keja bah kena bagi, and bulum pun habis kana buat yg satu.. satu lagi kana bagi.. nasib baik kana tulung oleh guru lama juga.. kalo tia...

and sia jumpa si stella nada hari ni.. dia tanya soalan cepuemas lagi.. hoho, tapi tiapala... yg penting sia selalu hepi and buat2 hepi... coz datuk sia pernah cakap, kalo urg nampak ko hepi walaupun buat2 hepi, urg akan hepi juga... n lagi bagus kalo suma urg hepi daripada suma dorg nangis2 sedih..

Explanation of God by 8 year old boy

It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to "explain God." I wonder if any of us could have done as well?

EXPLANATION OF GOD:
"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers."

"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off."

"God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have."

"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."

"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K."

"His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."

"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time."

"You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God Happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!

Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway."

"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by a big kid.

"But... you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.

And... that's why I believe in God"

(taken from http://members.tripod.com/bro_roger/id135.html)

stopped by a brick

About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and-WHUMP! -- it smashed into the Jag's shiny black side door! BRAKES SCREECHED...!!!!

Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what do you think you are doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"

"Please, mister, please .... I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me by getting him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checked to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched, as the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE - a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the dented side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention..... Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life that are coming at/to you.

"It was not with perishable things such as silver and gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect." - 1 Peter 1:18-19

- Anonymous -

Why Women Cry...(a story esp for mother's day)

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

" All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said: " When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

~ Author Unknown ~

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY... now i'm sure we know why our mom always crying...
(taken from http://www.lifeofhope.com/whywomancry.htm)

Twelve Good Thoughts

1. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

2. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out that you still care for that person.

3. When the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

4. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

5. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

6. There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person who you would like to hear from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from their heart.

7. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth, in the end it fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

8. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

9. A careless word may kindle strife, a cruel word may wreck a life, a timely word may level stress, a loving word may heal and bless.

10. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

11. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

12. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches..



author: unknown (taken from http://www.lifeofhope.com/12goodthoughts.htm)

the missing mind

A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine
son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son
a beautiful wrapped gift box.
Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy
book.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in
business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He
needed to come home immediately and take care things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.
He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope
taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?

funny? think again...

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven, provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.
Funny how someone can say "I believe in God," but still follow Satan who, by the way, also "believes" in God.
Funny how we are quick to judge, but not to be judged.
Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.
Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me...

taken from:http://www.inspire21.com

memo from God

To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: THE BOSS
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE


I am God.

Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.

If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved... but in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now

If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.

Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.

Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!

The Perfect Mistake

My Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to orphanages in China. On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized what had happened; the glasses had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates, which he had nailed shut. His brand new glasses were heading for China!

The Great Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six children. He had spent $20 for those glasses that very morning. He was really upset by the thought of having to buy another pair. "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in frustration. "I've been very faithful in giving of my time and money to your work, and now this."

Months later, the director of the orphanage was on furlough in the United States. He wanted to visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's small church in Chicago.

The missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in supporting the orphanage. "But most of all," he said, "I must thank you for the glasses you sent last year. You see, the Communists had just swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses. I was desperate. Even if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses. Along with not being able to see well, I experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were much in prayer about this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses wedged between two blankets.

The missionary paused long enough to let his words sink in. Then, still gripped with the wonder of it all, he continued: "Folks, when I tried on the glasses, it was as though they had been custom made just for me! I want to thank you for being a part of that."

The people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses. But the missionary surely must have confused their church with another, they thought. There were no glasses on their list of items to be sent overseas. But sitting quietly in the back, with tears streaming down his face, an ordinary carpenter realized the Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.

There are times we want to blame God instead of thanking him! Perhaps it is something we ought to try more often, "Thank you, God, for not allowing my car to start this morning." He may have been saving your life from a car accident. "Lord Jesus, thank you for letting me lose my glasses; I'm sure they'll be put to good use or there is a lesson to be learned."

I have to remember this in these times of trial with my own family.

May GOD bless your week. Look for the perfect mistakes.

God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. - Phil 4:19

What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.


They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.

They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed,

But they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see.

author: unknown

sia confuse ni....

The BN Government paid for Frankie's salary and perks, but at the same time, he (Frankie) was trying to topple the BN and this should not be the case, Kurup said.-Bernama
well, sia x paham napa kana cakap kerajaan BN instead of Kerajaan Malaysia? kita sekarang duduk di negara Malaysia or di negara BN ah? sia bukanla mo kasi panas2 situasi tapi konpius or paning2 sama ni kenyataan... n 1 lg yang bikin sia konpius... duit yang Gov bikin bayar gaji dtg dari tax payers bah kan? they shouldnt simply said we are the ones who pay ur salary and you have to follow order... but, we, the taxpayers yang bagi tu duit jarang2 kana dingar cakap... what if we taxpayers stop from paying tax... masuk jel wo kan?

ntahla.. tapi datuk sia pernah cakap... kada kotumbayai boros do tulun, nung oomis topurimanan nu,kada turus tolono, nung opoit, kada tilombusai ilobon... nga nung opodis, sikap sikapan do moi poninggurup do waig... nunu madi komoyon..

the xoxo

Monk's Vision, The
by: Lawrence Le Shan, More Sower's Seeds

Printer Friendly Version
Comment on Article

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------




An old monk prayed many years for a vision from God to strengthen his faith, but it never came. He had almost given up hope when, one day, a vision appeared. The old monk was overjoyed. But then, right in the middle of the vision, the monastery bell rang. The ringing of the bell meant it was time to feed the poor who gathered daily at the monastery gate. And it was the old monk's turn to feed them. If he failed to show up with food, the poor people would leave quietly, thinking the monastery had nothing to give them that day.

The old monk was torn between his earthly duty and his heavenly vision. However, before the bell stopped tolling, the monk had made his decision. With a heavy heart, he turned his back on the vision and went off to feed the poo. Nearly an hour later, the old monk returned to his room. When he opened the door, he could hardly believe his eyes. There in the room was the vision, waiting for him. As the monk dropped to is kness in thanksgiving, the vision said to him, "My son, had you not gone off to feed the poor, I would not have stayed."

The best way to serve God is to reach out in service to our brothers and sisters, especially those less gifted than ourselves.

Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask

Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.
God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.
God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.
God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.
God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.
God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.
God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.
God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.
God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.
God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.
God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.
God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.
God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.
God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.

hohoho

yai.. sia 1 urg d bilik guru ni.. tiatau guru lain p mana. lama sudah sia x memblog, pas kawin byk butul mo dibuat.. pindah rumah, pindah sekolah(now d kk sudah), pindah tempat kerja n mcm2 lagi... sekarang dapat subjek baru, tapi belajar dari awal lo...

kepada kawang2 yang tia dtg time my wedding hari tu, jan lupa htr something ah.. kasian c fab, bungz and c helga(sama tunang dia)... dorang dtg time hbs sdh bekalan minuman... siou byk2 my frens...

wooo mo masuk kelas dulu...